#all *I* know is that Im confused and excited and anxious all at once and desperately crave more info :)

[deeply-unserious-fellow]

Im frothing at the mouth I NEED to know more abt Vox's relationship with Valentino and Angel. Like literally what is the dynamic there. He clearly isn't under Val's heel, in fact I'm inclined to believe Val is the weakest of the Vees just in general, but Vox doesn't really seem to. Like him. Either. Both Vox and Velvette seem pretty done with Val's shit tbh idk why they keep him around. Though the heart while lighting Val's cigarette implies there are feelings there... wait fuck are Vox and Val even dating in the show- like has that been confirmed or are we just assuming? Because wether theyre official or not changes their dynamic a LOT- I personally am leaning towards them being an item but Im in such a frenzy rn that I'm questioning even the most logical of conclusions so wHO FUCKIN KNOWS- all of that isn't even TOUCHING the Angel bullshit like bRO THAT LOOK IN POISON. VOX WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU HIDING. WHY THE FUCK WERE THE LITTLE BLOOD DRIPS ON THE WRONG SIDE OF HIS MOUTH DURING THAT SEQUENCE!?!?!? WAS IT AN ANIMATION ERROR OR DOES IT ACTUALLY MEAN SOMETHING!?!?!?!?!?!?!? ALSO THAT FUCKIN "ANGEL QUIT?" LIKE HE WAS EXCITED!?!?!?!?! WAS IT JELOUSY? WAS IT RELIEF BECAUSE IF ANGEL'S GONE VAL WILL(HOPEFULLY) BE MORE EMOTIONALLY STABLE??????? DOES HE FEEL BAD FOR ANGEL!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? WHAT IS GOING ON HEEEEEEEEEEERE I NEED TO KNOW THERE ARE SO MANY POSSIBILITIES IM GOING FERALLLLLLL LIKE I DON'T EVEN HAVE A THEORY HERE THERE ISN'T ENOUGH EVIDENCE TO MAKE ONE I JUST- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[spncrscasey]

Workaholic (j.w.)

Fandom/Characters: House M.D. - James Wilson x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3k

Summary: Children either bring couples together, or push them apart. Unfortunately in your case, it was the latter.

Warnings: baby talk, miscarriage, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, unhealthy coping mechanisms, tumor/cancer mention, happy ending don't worry, and a BUNCH of pet names (these people are sickly in love- its insane)

a/n: almost finished with season 1 of house and i love wilson so so much, he’s such a cutie patootie. anyway i don’t know how accurate this is because i haven’t seen much of the show yet so im going off spoilers and random reasearch lol but hopefully it makes sense and yall enjoy it <3

You were currently sitting in the bathroom of your office staring at the test in front of you. You couldn’t believe it. Two lines. You were pregnant.

You were elated. As the Head of Pediatrics, you had ample experience working with children, which made you even more excited about the chance of being a mom since starting a family has always been a dream of yours.

However, you were unsure about how your husband would react to the news. Although you had discussed having kids with James on a few occasions, you never officially agreed to start trying. So it would be an understatement to say that you felt nervous about telling him.

You let out a sigh, carefully sliding the test into your pocket before hesitantly rising to your feet. Despite your concerns, you had to tell him, he has the right to know. Leaving your office, you made your way to the Oncology Department to seek out your husband.

Once you approached his office, you noticed the door slightly ajar, letting you know he was inside. You took a deep breath before gently pushing the door open.

“Hey, dear,” you said smiling at him when he looked up from his files to meet your eyes.

“Hi there sweetheart, how's my favorite girl doing?” He rose from his chair and sauntered around his desk to reach you, where he wrapped his arms around your waist, placing a chaste kiss on your cheek.

You didn't respond right away opting to look at your shoes and avoid his eyes, anxious about the news you were about to deliver. He was instantly worried, furrowing his brows in confusion. “Is everything okay?”

“James, honey, I have something I need to tell you.” You whispered but he heard it anyway.

“Of course Y/N, anything.” His voice dripped with fear as he anticipated what you were about to tell him. Considering you were wife number four, he was bracing himself for you to finally tell him you were leaving. Preparing for the worst, almost expecting the divorce papers even though your marriage had been nothing but perfect.

Yet his thoughts were cut short when you blurted out the information you'd been keeping in for the last twenty minutes. “I’m pregnant.”

You gazed into his eyes, trying to decipher his emotions, but they revealed nothing. His expression was unreadable, leaving you feeling even more uneasy.

“We're going to have a baby?” He questioned, shocked. You nodded and pulled out the pregnancy test to show him. He held it, staring at it, bewildered. It was clear he was processing the information, but his thoughts were kept hidden. Yet, you felt optimistic, hopeful that he wasn't showing signs of being upset.

“We’re having a baby!” He repeated with an enormous grin on his face, instantly enveloping you in a tight embrace.

As you hugged him back, a yelp of excitement escaped your lips. He lifted you off the ground, spinning you around as your laughter filled the air. You gently caressed his cheeks, planting quick and tender kisses all over his face. Joy radiating off of the both of you.

He slowly placed you back on the floor, eliciting a giggle from your lips at the way he was suddenly handling you with caution. “Relax, Jamie, I won't break. You don't have to be so careful, you know.” You reassure him, fingers tangling in his hair.

“You're carrying our baby! Some might say I'm not being careful enough!” He exclaimed back, resting his hands on your hips.

There's a comfortable silence for a moment while you both hold each other as everything sinks in.

“I'm glad you're okay with this.” You admit, leaning your forehead against his.

“Okay? Baby, I've never been happier! This is the best day of my life— well, besides the day I met you obviously.” He clarifies, earning a chuckle from you.

“You’re going to be a great dad, James.”

“And you're going to be an even greater mom, sweetheart.” He responds before delicately pressing his lips against yours.

You were eleven weeks pregnant. Your OB mentioned you'd be able to find out the baby's gender at your next appointment. Which you were on the way to right now. James couldn't make it due to a consult House had dragged him to but you reassured him that it was fine. You'd surprise him with a mini gender reveal celebration later.

You already had it planned. You'd go to the baby store and buy an article of clothing corresponding to the gender and wrap it in white to keep it concealed. It would be a special moment between you that you'd cherish for the rest of your life. Just the simple thought of it brought a smile to your face as you walked into the exam room, waiting to be checked out.

The nurse finally entered the room and began the procedure. She squeezed the gel onto your stomach and started the ultrasound. You watched intently, still struggling to comprehend the fact that there was an actual baby growing inside of you. The baby you and James had created, the baby your love had created. Your eyes twinkled in happiness at the idea of the family you'd soon become, the corners of your lips turning upwards.

Your smile faltered though when you noticed a momentary expression on the nurse's face that made you apprehensive. Before you were able to analyze it further, she left, informing you that the doctor would see you shortly.

Your heart began racing. What could that mean? Was the baby okay? Were you okay? What was wrong? Yes, you were a doctor, but suddenly all medical knowledge had left your brain. It's like you couldn't focus on anything but the notion that something was clearly not alright.

Your obstetrician stepped into the room, stopping you from spiraling further. A solemn expression on her face.

“Dr. Montgomery- How’s the baby? Is everything okay? Can we know the sex?” You hurriedly asked, letting it all out at once.

“Y/N, I'm sorry. You've had a miscarriage.” She said, looking at you sympathetically.

The world around you suddenly froze in place. Doctor Montgomery’s lips continued to move, providing information, but no sound reached your ears. It was as if her voice was distant and muffled, and all you could concentrate on was the fact that your baby was gone.

Your surroundings suddenly became blurry, hands trembled uncontrollably. How could this have happened? Both you and James had been incredibly careful and wary throughout the pregnancy. What went wrong?

You didn't even realize when she exited the room, leaving you in solitude with your thoughts. You felt numb, detached from the world that kept on spinning as if the devastating news didn't matter. Why was everyone going about their day as if nothing had happened when you had just received such heartbreaking news about not being able to have your baby? You hated it. You were mad at the world, mad at the doctor, mad at yourself.

You got to your feet and made your way to your husband's office, almost as if on autopilot. It felt surreal like your body was being guided by some invisible force through the busy corridors. It was as though your legs were moving of their own accord, taking you where you needed to be, letting your mind wander.

You suddenly found yourself standing in front of the glass doors, unsure of how you had ended up there in the first place. You hesitantly pushed the door open and entered.

As if you hadn't been through enough today, James’ office was found to be empty. The one person you needed at the moment wasn't here, which frustrated you even more. Logically, you knew it wasn't his fault. He's a doctor too. He probably got stuck with House’s consult, yet you were too distraught to think clearly, your distress clouding your judgment. So instead, you took a seat on the couch, waiting for his eventual return.

You sat there, lost in thought, staring into space, unaware of how much time had passed. Not even the sound of the office door being pulled and James entering could draw your attention.

He, however, saw you. Face instantly beaming. “Hey hun, how was the appointment?” He inquired, clueless to your expression since you had your back turned.

Noticing your lack of acknowledgment, he swiftly rushed over to you. Kneeling in front of your seated body, taking your hands in his. “Y/N, sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

His touch finally snapped you out of your thoughts, causing you to meet his concerned gaze. Tears filled your eyes as you whispered, barely audible, “I lost it.”

“Lost what angel? What's going on?” He questioned further, slowly moving his hands to cup your face.

“The baby, James. I lost our baby,” You explained, letting out a sob while falling forward.

He quickly caught you, putting his hands around you to hold you tightly, unable to believe the news himself. He clutched onto you, not only in a way to comfort you but himself as well. Tears kept streaming down your face, and the reality of the situation finally sank in. It felt like you hadn't come to terms with it until just now. You nuzzled your face into his chest, no doubt soaking his dress shirt, but you were too overwhelmed to care.

You could hear a few sniffles coming from him too, which only added to the heartbreak you were feeling. Knowing that you were the cause of his pain, the reason behind his tears. It made it all the more unbearable. The realization that you were the one who had resulted in the end of the life of the baby you both had hoped to raise was finally getting through to you, and it was crushing.

If you had communicated your feelings, he would have immediately reassured you that he would never hold you responsible for this. And he would have been right. No matter how upsetting it may be, these things happen, it wasn't your fault. But your brain wasn't functioning right presently, and all it could see was the pain you believed you were causing the both of you.

You lost track of how long the two of you held each other like that. Time was spent with you mostly crying, and him trying to hold himself together while whispering sweet nothings into your ear. It was supposed to be comforting, but it wasn't. Nothing he said would bring your baby back. You let him try regardless, knowing it was his way of coping with the loss.

It had been two weeks since you found out. Two weeks since your life changed for the worse.

There were many ways to deal with a loss. Attend grief support groups, see a therapist, journal, meditate— yet here you were, ignoring all of those and overworking yourself to death instead.

In your head, if you couldn't save and care for your own baby, you were determined to do it for others.

As a result, over the past two weeks, you've thrown yourself into your work. You'd been getting home late while leaving early in the mornings, picking up extra shifts, and spending more time at the clinic— all to avoid confronting the event that occurred.

Was it healthy? No. Was it working? Yes.

You found yourself isolating from everyone and everything. Even your own husband. You didn't mean to avoid him, it just happened that way because you were hardly ever at home anymore. Cuddy had even asked you to go home and rest up on multiple occasions but you refused each time, insisting that you were fine.

You were currently at the clinic, examining a patient who had an unknown mass in her stomach. It was likely a tumor so you were forced to page your husband, Dr. Wilson, Head of Oncology.

You didn't want to do it, knowing that if you paged him here, the conversation would end with him forcing you to open up. As it would be the first time you two would have an actual exchange in the last two weeks. But for your patient's sake, you were ready to set aside your personal issues and focus on her well-being. So you did what you had to do, and hesitantly paged him.

He was inside the exam room within five minutes.

Unbeknownst to you, seeing your name on his pager spiked his heart rate. He hadn't truly spoken to his wife in what felt like forever and seeing that she needed him was a relief. This was finally his opportunity to talk to you.

“You paged me, Dr. Y/L/N?” He asked as he stepped inside.

“Yes actually, Dr. Wilson, could you check what that mass is on the left side of her abdomen?” You pointed toward where the mass was.

“May I?” He asked the patient, motioning towards her body to which she nodded.

Upon receiving the woman's permission, he proceeded to examine the mass. He assessed that there was a high likelihood of it being a tumor, but a biopsy should be scheduled to confirm the diagnosis and see whether it is cancerous or not.

You thank him and turn back to the lady. “You're free to go, ma'am. I'll schedule the biopsy and the hospital will call to let you know when it is.” You inform her as she leaves.

After she leaves the room, you tidy up and restore everything to its original state before attempting to turn toward the door when you feel a tug at your wrist.

“That's it?”

“Is what it? I thanked you for your assistance now I'm going to order the biopsy you mentioned. Did I do something wrong Dr. Wilson?”

“You realize we're alone right? You don't have to be so formal.” He replies, tone filled with something you couldn't put your finger on.

Before you had a chance to reply he continued, “Why haven't you been coming home?” This time you understood his tone, accusatory.

“I have been.”

“Oh that's right, you get home every day past midnight and leave before sunrise. So you're home about what? 4-5 hours?” He summarizes.

“What do you want me to say, James?” You sigh.

“I want you to talk to me! Talk to your husband. Let me in! Stop avoiding me Y/N!” He raises his hands in the air, exasperated.

“I'm not avoiding you, I've just been busy with work.” You reply, purposefully ignoring the first part of his statement.

“Believe me, we've all realized how much of a workaholic you are.” He rolled his eyes.

You both stayed silent for a moment before he spoke up, voice softer this time, “Honey I know losing the baby was hard but-”

You cut him off before he could finish the sentence. The sudden mention of your baby made you see red.

“Don't you dare mention my baby.” You spoke, voice sharper than a thousand knives.

“That was my baby too, Y/N! This loss has been difficult for me too!” He yelled back, making you flinch yet you didn't back down.

“Really? Because I don't recall you being there that appointment.” It was a low blow and you were aware of it. You didn't truly blame him but you were being put on the defensive and you were willing to say anything that would get him to drop the topic.

“That's not fair and you know it,” He shook his head in disbelief.

“What's not fair is that our child is gone, James. Gone.” You let out, voice shaking at the last word.

“I know sweetheart, I know.” He pulled you in and you let him, willingly giving into the embrace you'd missed so much. He held you with one arm while using the other hand to stroke up and down your back like he'd done many times before. The comforting touch, so familiar yet so longed for, enveloped you, evoking a profound sense of solace. In that fleeting moment, serenity washed over you, bringing a deep sense of peace, even if it was temporary.

“I don't deserve this.” You mumble into his chest.

He moves his hands to your shoulders, pushing you aside to get a better look at your face, “What do you mean?”

“I don't deserve your kindness. I killed our baby and here you are- comforting me.”

He looked at you dumbfounded. Like you had just said the most idiotic statement known to man. You were blaming yourself for this? He grabbed your chin, bringing your face up so you could look at him.

“Y/N, you know I never blamed you for any of this right?” He asked rhetorically. Knowing you wouldn't answer, he continued, “You didn't kill anyone. You're not responsible for what happened. It's not your fault. I need you to understand that.” He said firmly.

“I just feel so empty James, like a part of me is missing. A part that I'll never be able to get back- and I just don't know what to do with myself anymore.” You confess, eyes shutting in exhaustion.

He moves one hand to the back of your head, absentmindedly playing with your hair, soothing you while you speak.

“It feels like this emptiness is going to last forever and I'm not sure how I'm going to deal with that Jamie.”

Oh, how he had missed hearing that nickname leaving your lips. It made him feel at home.

Perhaps things were slowly getting better.

“It's going to take time, but we’ll get through it Y/N. I promise. Let's just take it one day at a time, alright?”

You nodded, lips slightly quirking up.

“I'm sorry for pushing you away and avoiding you for two weeks.” You look down, embarrassed. “I also apologize for not being there for you. I know you've been dealing with this too and it wasn't right of me to abandon you in a time of need where I should've been by your side instead.”

“That’s okay,” he says drawing you in closer once more, wrapping his arms around you making you sway back and forth. “Just promise me that you'll come home with me tonight, so we can enjoy a nice and relaxing bath together.” He adds.

“Oh, I definitely promise that.” You reply, smirking at him before adding, “I love you.”

“And I love you, angel.”

[urdepressedslut]

I Get Scared Too

♡ Pairing: tfatws!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: You have a close call during a mission, and back at the compound Bucky seems to be distant and cold towards you.

♡ Warnings: angst, fluff, reader injury, mentions of gunfire, hints to anxiety attack

A/N: this idea was from a dream i had (im a lucid dreamer). i have been writing in a dream journal since elementary school, so you can imagine the dreams i have jotted down 😭

The mission hadn’t gone to plan, shocker, but everyone kept all their limbs and were able to walk back to the quinjet.

You had a close call, you didn’t see the previously passed out agent sitting back up raising his gun to your back. Obviously before he could fire somewhere vital, Natasha had taken him down, faltering his aim. Although the bullet had skimmed you deep on your hip.

It was hardly life threatening, but Natasha being a protective best friend, scolded you for being reckless. You knew her intentions were good, and that she cared about you, but it didn’t stop you from being annoyed at her treating you like a kid.

She eventually walked to the other side of the quinjet, leaving you to your thoughts. You thought you had done really well, taking down twice as many enemies than last time. But of course, everyone always focused on your flaws, what you had done wrong.

When the quinjet finally landed back at the compound, you were the first one out, having a slight limp from the discomfort in your hip. But otherwise didn’t mind it, you wanted to find your favorite person and tell them all about the mission.

“FRIDAY, where’s Bucky?” You called out to the air once you were inside.

“Bucky is currently in his room, Miss (Y/n).” She announced, making you smile in excitement.

The mission had only been a three day trip, but you had missed him the second you stepped on the quinjet.

Arriving at his door, you knocked three times, hearing shuffling from inside. The door swung open to reveal an unhappy looking Bucky, causing your smile to waver. Assuming he was just having a bad day, you smiled wider and stepped forward to hug him.

“Hi Buck, I missed you.” You mumbled into his chest, squeezing him tighter when you didn’t feel him hug back.

His body tensed, and immediately you released him and stepped back. You were confused at what was wrong, his face was cold. You were hurt that he hadn’t hugged you back, wondering if you had done something to make him mad.

“Missed ya too um... You should go (Y/n).” He spoke finally, his voice holding annoyance.

You blinked up at him and shook your head, fully confused now.

“Buck wha— what’s going on?” You asked hesitantly, anxious that Bucky was being so short with you so suddenly and you didn’t know why.

“Nothing, I just wanna be alone.” He told you, and your heart broke for two reasons.

One, the thought of Bucky having an episode and you weren’t here for him made your heart hurt.

And two, he always came to you when he was upset and the fact that he didn’t want you with him… It stung.

You stared at him as your eyes started to water, your bottom lip starting to quiver. Your heart ached, but you wanted to respect his need for space. You didn’t know what else to say, and considering the lump forming in your throat, you decided to keep it short.

“Alright yeah, of course. I’ll… See you at dinner then.” You told him, watching him retreat back into his room and slam the door, making you flinch.

You were frozen in place, staring at the door expecting him to come back out and tell you it was all a prank. But several minutes passed and you were still staring at the door.

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You pushed the food around on your plate, keeping your eyes casted down. You had tried to get Bucky's attention, ever since you watched with glossy eyes as he passed his usual seat next to you, and instead sat at the other end of the table. He was avoiding your direction and never attempted to make eye contact.

Bucky giving you the cold shoulder, being silent with you was extremely painful. Considering how well you two communicated and talked, you were the one who had brought him out of his shell. It hurt so bad your chest ached physically.

Out of nowhere, you were slamming your fork down on the plate with a loud clank, causing everyones attention to snap to you.

"What's the matter with you cupcake?" Tony asked you, taking a sip from his wine glass.

Feeling embarrassed from everyones stares, you snuck a glance at Bucky at the end of the table, surprised when you met his concerned eyes.

You scoffed, shaking your head in bewilderment. He had no right to act concerned, after ignoring you. You almost felt bad for him, thinking he was having a bad day, but after you watched him chatter playfully at dinner with everyone, you realized it was only you he didn't want to speak to.

"Hello? Earth to (Y/n)!?" Tony announced, banging on the table to get your attention when he noticed you spacing out.

Everyone was concerned about you by now, all watching you carefully. You glared at Bucky and stood up without answering Tony, pushing your chair back and quickly exiting the dining room.

"Must be her time of the month." Tony mumbled, earning a slap to the back of the head from the redhead next to him. "Ow... What?!"

"Shut up Tony." Natasha rolled her eyes, turning to Bucky and giving him a 'What did you do' look.

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Laying in bed on your side, you pulled the blanket tighter to your chest with a sniffle. You began to turn over on your other side when your hip throbbed painfully at the movement. The waves of pain had your body shuttering, your eyes filling with fresh tears, rolling down your flushed cheeks.

You blamed your tears on your hip pain, but all the emotions you’d piled up since you’d gotten back from the mission was weighing on you now.

Light knocks sounded from your door, causing you to tense up and turn your back to the door. You didn’t feel like talking to anyone, especially if it was him.

“(Y/n)? I know you heard me.” Natasha muttered, opening the door, letting herself in.

“What do you want Nat?” You snapped, not meaning to take out your frustrations on her.

“You wanna tell me what’s going on? Your little scene downstairs has everyone worried.” She told you, earning a scoff from you, still refusing to face her.

“It’s nothing.” You sighed, wishing she could leave so you could attempt to sleep your issues away.

“Didn’t seem like nothing.” She retorted, huffing in annoyance when you stayed silent.

You were staring at the wall, biting your lip, trying to hold in your built up emotions. Too busy to notice Natasha whispering to another person entering the room. It was when you felt the edge of the bed behind you dip down that snapped your attention back.

“Hey doll,” Bucky greeted, “How’s your hip?”

You twisted your body back facing his worried form, but your eyebrows were furrowed on how he even knew about your injury.

“How did you…”

“Nat told me.”

Rolling your eyes, you were cursing under your breath. Throwing the blanket over your head in attempt to hide.

Your blanket cocoon was quickly ripped away by Bucky, pulling the blanket all the way down below your knees. His eyes dancing around your bandaged hip, clenching his jaw at the red seeping through the white gauze.

“(Y/n), is your hip feeling okay? Do we need to change it—“

“I’m fine!” You snapped, “Now go away.”

You we’re looking everywhere but his eyes, knowing you’d break down if you saw the disappointment in them.

Bucky was taken a back, but he couldn’t be all that angry when he’d brought all this on himself. He just got into this weird headspace when he’d heard the mission report, hearing that you’d been hurt. He realized it wasn’t fatal, but he didn’t like seeing his girl hurt at all. He realized he took it a little too far, he didn’t mean to make you upset the way he did. He’d shut you out and he felt like his old self when he’d first arrived at the compound again. Anxious and closed off, pushing you away when he really wanted to pull you into his arms and tell you how much he loves you.

“Doll, talk to me.” He practically begged, his metal arm whirring, having to stop himself from reaching out to touch you.

“Why are you ignoring me?” You rushed out, your voice louder than you intended it to be, “Is it because I messed up on the mission? A-are you disappointed in me or something? Huh?”

Your chest was rising and falling in a fast rhythm, your mind going haywire at the possibilities of why Bucky was suddenly indifferent with you. Your throat felt like it was tightening up.

Bucky stayed silent, his heart hurting, feeling terrible for making you feel this way.

You couldn’t stop your mind from producing the awful thoughts, and like a switch had been flipped, the dam inside of you cracked. The tears wouldn’t stop, your sobs painful sounding

“Is it… Is it because you— I— Do you not love m-me anymore?” You wheezed out.

Bucky snapped out of his silent trance, his hands cupping your face, brushing away the tear streaks.

“Baby no…” He hushed, trying to stop your mind from torturing yourself.

“I’m so sorry Buck, I-I love you so much and I…” You hiccuped, “If I did something— If I’m not good enough—“

“No Doll hey… Stop that,” He cooed, “You haven’t done anything wrong, okay?”

“Bu-but you…”

“I know baby, I’ve been a dick. I shouldn’t of shut you out like that I was just… I was scared.” Bucky confessed, your tears and breathing slowing down, you sitting silent besides the occasional hiccup.

“I still… I don’t understand?” You thought out loud.

Bucky breathed heavily, swallowing the forming lump in his throat. He scooted closer to you, pulling your form closer to him, and you let him.

“(Y/n), you have no idea how scared I was when I heard you had gotten hurt.” He started, watching your face soften at his wavering voice.

“Buck, I’m okay though.” You reassured him, grabbing his palms, rubbing your thumb comfortingly over the back of his hand.

“I know baby, but… I couldn’t help but think if you got hurt on a mission and—“ He panted out, “And you didn’t make it.”

Your heart ached at the pain laced in his words, him holding onto your hands in a desperate grip.

“Buck..”

“I know that doesn’t give me an excuse to be a dick to you I… I just get into this headspace every time you are headed back from a mission, when I’m waiting to hear that you’re alright and… When I heard you had gotten hurt— I just assumed the worst.” He finished.

The disappointment was clear on his face, but it wasn’t directed toward you, it was directed to himself.

You understood that he meant no harm, and you felt incredibly bad that he suffered so much while you were gone, you thought it was the other way around. You felt extremely loved in a sense, feeling lucky enough to have someone worry as deep as he did for you.

“Buck, you should’ve just told me how you were feeling from the start. You know I’d listen,” You paused, doubt clouding your thoughts, “You still trust me enough to talk to me… Right?”

Bucky immediately nodded his head, cupping your face, hearing your faltering voice.

“Of course I do baby, I trust you with my life.” He reassured you, “I don’t know why I got like that.”

“I know why,” You started, cradling his face, watching him snuggle his cheek deeper into your palm, “You have a good heart, and sometimes having a good heart can be overwhelming, because you can care so much about something.”

“I don’t want a good heart if it’s going to make me act that way.” He whispered sadly, lowering his eyes.

“That’s the thing about having a good heart,” You lifted his head slightly so his eyes met yours, “Its not something you can just change, it’s a part of you.”

He gazed from each eye, to your lips, then back up to your eyes, mesmerized by your beauty and soul. How could you be so forgiving and caring towards him?

“I’m so sorry I shut you out (Y/n), I love you and I will never do something like that again.” He promised, lifting and pulling you into his lap, curling his arms around your frame. Sitting his chin on top of your head.

You snuggled your face into his neck, wrapping your arms around him protectively.

“It’s okay Buck, I get scared too.”

[gods-favorite-autistic]

fantasy high hc ! all the bad kids know sign language (solesian sign language? their own made up sign? probably both lets be honest)

(semi/)nonverbal gorgus/riz being able to communicate easily with their friends if speech is hard or theyre overwhelmed, i also hc that adaine loses speech when she gets really anxious or stressed about something no im not projecting

also hoh fig my beloved, she started losing her hearing when her horns grew in and the whole being a rockstar thing probably doesnt help, she has hearing aids (special made and enhanced by gorgugs tinkering) but they dont fix her hearing 100% and hearing aids are not comfy to wear 24/7 so being able to take them out and still communicate is great

(sorry for the ramble lol)

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Yessss I love this

They get the idea sometime during freshman year, everyone is hanging out at Riz’s place and it’s just very very loud and Riz has not been having a good day before that and Fig kept punching his arm all bro-ey and he ended up hiding in the kitchen signing with his mom, Fig recognized it when she went to go get a snack and joined in (she had tried to learn it when her horns grew in, it’s really janky but she’s trying her best) and Riz was just so excited to have somebody else know it

Fabian has the most trouble learning it, he tends to gesture vaguely a lot with his hands while talking so having to talk with his hands very specifically is weird for him, but he puts in the effort for his friends

Adaine starts teaching herself it (her father thinks it’s unpractical, she has comprehend languages if she really needs it, so she usually goes to the school library and practices there) and then once she picks it up she helps teach the other Bad Kids

Kristen already knows some from doing outreach with the church (they were culty but they weren’t fully ableist) but it’s mainly religious words so it’s pretty much as broken as her Elvish, she does pick it up surprisingly quickly (despite her abysmal dexterity)

Gorgug knows a few specific words his parents taught him when he was little (he was not very good at thinking clearly enough to communicate when he was overwhelmed so it’s mainly just words like “mad” “sad” and “loud” that he can sign really quickly), him and Fabian have study sessions for while once they start learning and figure out they’re both abysmal at it

Fig steals her moms card and signs up for lessons before figuring out that not a single one of these people know how to sign conversationally (she’s the only actual hoh person in there including the teacher who is just so condescending like she’s aware of how to sign the word yes she’s not inept) so she quits after like day two and learns with Adaine

Riz learned how to sign when he was like 6 (his parents thought it would be a useful life skill but they also figured out it both gave his hands something nondestructive to do and a way to communicate during meltdowns so they worked extra hard to teach him) and he helps the others out with their signing (mainly Fabian and Gorgug)

If they don’t want to be overheard they have a tendency of slipping into sign language, which is very confusing when they go from the loudest corner ever to literal silence+the smacking of hands

Fig tries to very discreetly talk shit with Fabian and Adaine in front of Jawbone by signing except Jawbone decided to learn sign the first week he was counselor so she got in trouble anyways (he did not let her use the “but im disabled” card to get out of it)

Fig tries to be her own translator at concerts (“Adaine can make a simulacra it’ll be cool!”) but her label said no

Fabian tends to use sign language any time he’s at a party and doesn’t feel like ruining his voice for the night just to chat with his friends

Gorgug thinks it’s really funny to sign curse words in front of teachers and then lie about what they mean (especially Porter in Junior year he thinks it’s hilarious)

[rabit333n]

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matt sturniolo🫶

CW - none i dont think ??? kissing i guess. its mostly just fluff (i think im using that word right?). it might be corny.

this is my first time publishing any of my writing !!!!! PLEASE be nice to me. :)

summary - matts been your best friend since middle school. when on a drive late one night something accidental turns into the both of you kissing. reader is the pink text, matt is the blue text. :3

based off this song !

you and matt had been best friends for as long as you remembered -- well, as long as things actually started to matter to you. you moved to matts school in the 7th grade, you were thirteen years old at the time.

it was a fresh start, something new, you had gone to the same place your entire life, so to say you were anxious on your first day was an understatement.

in your first period, you got sat next to a quiet boy. at the time, you were grateful he wasnt immature and disrespectful like most of the boys your age you had met.

you tried your hardest to mind your business and focus on the review from what they were taught the previous year, but your nervs and your lack of understanding got in the way.

after about 5 minutes of visible frustration, the boy beside you took notice of your expression and offered to help

-- "hi, i dont mean to bother you, but i noticed you seem a bit confused ? do you mind if i help you?"

your cheeks flush a light pink out of embarassment, not realizing how obvious it was that you had no idea what you were doing.

-- "yeah, actually, if you want to.. they didnt cover this at my old school so i just.."

you shrug awkwardly and lean back a bit as he reassures you and begins explaining.

-- "dont feel bad though, none of this will matter when we get out of school, yaknow?"

his eyes shift from the paper on the table in front of you both onto your eyes

-- "im matt, by the way."

he mentions his name before quickly leaning away from you, he hadnt realized how close he got to you when explaining.

you nod and smile softly, happy to have had a nice interaction with someone -- specifically a boy, not in a romantic way, really just in the sense that its rare to find a boy your age whos atleast a little bit emotionally mature.

-- "im y/n. thanks for the help, by the way, i really needed it. i had no idea what i was doing"

you mutter with a slight nervous giggle. you and matt soon became close friends, talking everyday in and out of class. he introduced you to his triplet brothers, and his friendgroup. while you didnt fit in with his friends as much as you'd like to, you were grateful you had people to talk to. since then, as the dynamic between you both grew, you became inseperable.

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its been 7 years since then, and you and matt are the closest youve ever been. matt knows you better than you know yourself. you cant hide from him the way you hide from yourself.

you currently, though, were on a drive with him. your favorite thing to do was to go on long drives and find some random parking lot to sit in with the windows down, listening to music, talking about random shit, learning about the very few things you both dont already know about the other. you sat in the parking lot of a convience store you didnt care to remember the name of, windows all the way down with the wind gently blowing through your hair.

you always got the aux cord when you rode with matt, he knows how important music is to you. even if he doesnt particularly like the music youre playing, he puts up with it because he enjoys seeing you get excited over certain songs.

"Use Once & Destroy" by Hole played softly through the speakers. matt had turned the radio down so it was easier for you both to focus on each other.

you had the visor down while you looked at your makeup in the mirror, wiping away the smudged eyeliner that had condensed beneath your lower lashes throughout the day.

-- "god, i fucking hate when my makeup does this.."

you mumble to yourself once theres a moment of silence between the two of you.

-- "it makes me look disheveled."

you complain quietly as you flip the visor back up, giving up on your goal of getting rid of the black residue underneath your waterline.

-- "i think you look pretty. i dunno, i dont think you look messy.. it makes you look real, it makes you look like you."

matt says sweetly as he studies you fixing your makeup, seemingly mesmerized by your dedication. you smile softly and tuck your hair behind your ears.

-- "thank you, matti."

you say sweetly to him, studying the look on his face. he turns away for a second as you lean over the center console, expecting to give him a peck on the cheek (..which, is something thats been accustomary in your friendship, its supposedly platonic)

until he turns his head back to face you, your lips landing onto his. you pull back quickly, your eyes growing as you cover your mouth.

his reaction similar to yours, his eyes growing before he starts profusely apologizing.

your cheeks heat up as your mind races, sifting through every thought youve had of moments like this before.

you knew you shouldnt think about your best friend in that position, but you couldnt help it. he was obviously very attractive, and you have always had some romantic feelings for him, whether you admitted it to yourself or not.

matt goes quiet, the awkward silence filling the space small space between you. both of your faces flushed red, studying each other subtly.

usually youd both brush off an interaction like this, but it was different this time. something about the situation maybe, or the subconcious emotions that created tension around you both.

-- "can i kiss you?"

he asks softly after a period of uncomfortable silence that slowly shaped itself into comfort, the way it always does with the two of you.

you nod slightly, the question adding to the absurdity of the moment.

as he leans forward, you mirror his motions until he places one hand on your jaw and the other on the back of your neck, gently intertwining fingers with your hair.

your lips lock and you place your hand on his forearm, the other on his shoulder as the two of you hold the kiss for about 3 seconds before pulling away.

you both stayed in the same position as you smiled widely, your cheeks pink while your eyes shifted away from his, flustered and happy that things werent weird like you thought they might be.

matt brushes your hair out of your face as a smile creeps onto his mouth when he sees the expression on your face.

-- "youre so fuckin beautiful, y/n."

[jiminjeonging]

Hello I come here with more jmj hcs this time fluffy edition lets go 🫡

-jm blows raspberries on mj tummy, and mj loves it obviously, jm loves hearing her laugh.

-whenever they hug or cuddle while laying or sitting down, jm kicks her feet out of excitement like a little kid, whenever it happens mj can't help but chuckle wondering how did she manage to fall in love with such a dork (how could she not).

-whenever jm is in the mood to annoy mj, she leaves a wet sloppy kiss on mjs cheek to leave her face full of saliva (mj acts even more annoyed after the kiss but she actually loves getting kisses from jm, she tries to do the same kiss on jms cheeks but instead of getting annoyed jm starts getting all giggly and smiley and looks at her with lovey dovey eyes)

-jm calls mj a lot of nicknames, like minjeongie, puppy, my love, baby (jagi and aegi), honey, princess, my queen, pretty girl, wifey, winty, while mj only calls jm with a few nicknames like jiminie, rina, unnie, baby or honey (im sure she calls jm honey and not baby since she is the babiest out of the two 😭) but most of the time she doesn't really use pet names except for certain occasions when she feels like it or when she really needs to express her love or her comfort to jm

-jm big spoon mj small spoon (we all knew this from a mile away)

-mjs favorite place in the world to be in is the embrace of her unnie's strong arms, and jms favourite place in the world to be in is nestled in mjs chest because hearing her heartbeat is relaxing and helps her fall asleep or calm down when she is anxious (she also loves being in her chest because touching the woobies is her top remedy for depression and anxiety, as she probably would say; a woobie a day keeps the doctor away!!)

-whenever mj is anxious or needs to fidget with something, if jm is cuddling on top of her (we all know she loves feeling jms body weight on her) she will start lightly patting jms butt like some sorta bongos and will even start mumbling "pa pa para ta ta" with the rythm of the pats, jm also finds this relaxing and will even mumble to the rythm with mj

-jm once drew herself a thin moustache and glued back her tied up hair like crazy and started acting like a butler for mj as a dare from a game with gigi once, she made mj food and gifts and called her mademoiselle with a really bad french accent for the entire day, mj was confused at first but she loved how handsome jm looked in a button up shirt and formal pants and how she got pampered for the entire day, lets just say that by the end of the day mj ended up rewarding jm for all of her pampering and jm got some love too (her mademoiselle ate her real good that night), also both gigi and nn filmed videos of jm doing the whole dare and now use it as a form of blackmail whenever jm doesnt want to do the housechores (they threaten to send the videos to ryujin and yeji)

Anywayss this was long af maybe i will post nsfw hcs next or just regular hcs and also i would love to see headcannons from other anons or from nat so lmk what yall think!!

yasss i love every single one of this so much especially jm blowing a raspberry on mjs tummy (this is something i daydream about too hehe) and jm calling mj mademoiselle like her goofy ass would def do that whenever she pours wine for her too<3<3 thank you for this!!

[sunniques]

haiii hoon fic is out so i thought id stop by n give my thoughts on the jay fic bcs MEINNNN GOTTTTTT u have done it again user sunniques just like u always do fr i am in love with u actually...

y/n being a needy lil hybrid n secretly planning on getting jay to fuck her n jay just goes from the shy loser he is around her to super sexy n controlling hngngnfnfjdhsjsh... IM WET!!!! the way u never miss is actually crazy to me Also is it too insane to imagine heejay threesome w heeseung walking in on y/njay going at it..... like picture this: he's back from his trip, excited to see u and pick u up n suddenly he hears.. moans? coming from the bedroom? n he's making his way to jay's room, confused n a little anxious to be honest bcs it can't be.. right? but oh it can be, bcs the minute his eyes fall on u and jay tangled up w his dick balls deep inside of u, heeseung is going wide eyed and red in the face. now does he stay silent n wait for u to beg for his forgiveness before coldly asking u to get on the bed for him so he can fuck u the way u deserve? or does he immediately close the door w burning ears bcs why the fuck can't he get the picture of u naked out of his mind?? n ur back in the car, silence lingering in the air alongside the tension from before n ur profusely apologising every other minute once u get home n doing all kinds of chores to the point heeseung just snaps? he cocks his head to the side n goes "yeah you're sorry? then strip for me" all serious n u just swallow to urself bcs oh boy are u in for a long night..

anyways that is all from me obviously i fucking loved the fic n i will always look forward to more content from u plz dm me so i can yap abt enha w u n ya I LOVE U MWAH MWAH have a good day bae 😇💗

OMG you already know i’m gonna go eat that uppp 👀 JEHDUSJSN YOU’RE SO SWEET I’M LITERALLY GOING TO COMBUST 🩷

also i have so many thoughts that i’m gonna have to put them below the cut because it’s going to be sort of long 🫣

it is actually not insane to imagine a heejay threesome because it wouldn’t be out of the realm of possibility. i like where your brain went with this but let me spin you a scenario rq.

so hee finds jay balls deep inside you, but he’s not all that surprised because as the person who knows you the best, he picked up on your little crush on jay a long time ago. since you have him wrapped around your little finger, he made this happen knowing you would make the best of your time with his friend. BUT that doesn’t mean he isn’t going to have a little fun of his own…

so he makes his presence known, relishing in the way you look so fucked out yet somewhat apologetic. his friend, on the other hand, clearly feels so guilty but doesn’t immediately separate from you. just before he can, heeseung glares at him in a way that has him frozen in place.

“don’t you dare slip out of her, jay.”

you and jay look like deers caught in headlights because what the fuck. but being the pervs you two are, you obey. heeseung’s smirk is hot, yet it has this underlying depravity to it that has you clenching down on jay’s cock.

“didn’t know you were such a dirty kitty, angel.” heeseung says as he goes to stand at the foot of jay’s bed.

“seungie,” you whimper almost remorsefully while you’re impaled on his friend’s cock.

it makes heeseung’s cock throb.

“keep fucking my kitty, jay.” it’s not a request but an order. heeseung goes to caress your cheek, smirking when you mewl and nuzzle his hand. “fuck her like the nasty little cat she is.”

and that’s how your owner watches his friend fuck you raw. it’s a little embarrassing, but you find yourself putting on a show for the bambi eyes you love so much. it’s only when you start to get fucked out and your tongue lolls out that your owner gets on the bed. he pulls down his pants enough to get his cock out and tease your rough tongue with it.

“open up, angel. lick my cock clean.”

jay groans when he sees you take heeseung’s cock as he fucks into you harder and harder. he makes eye contact with his friend, and this unspoken understanding hangs between them. they’re going to use you and please you to your heart’s content because neither of them would be able to give you anything less than mind blowing pleasure.

this begins the mark of the two friends sharing you and more often than not, fucking you at the same time.

you love dp and dvp because it feels so good. like it gets to the point where you constantly crave it and have to have it several times a week. jay and hee are so down bad that they can’t deny you when you ask for it. also, it just really turns them on when they wreck you together.

end scene.

AHH MY LOVE I’M SO GLAD UOU LIKED THE FIC AND I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE WHAT IS TO COME!! (I’M GOING TO DM YOU IN A BIT WHEN I’M NOT AS BUSY BUT I JUST HAD TO ANSWER THIS MY GODDD)

[tadpolesonalgae]

i know you've probably gotten a dozen of these cbmthy asks with petty sentiments but GOD do i want to see a scene of azriel just getting gagged by seeing reader be at ease and comfortable with bas or eris. two people he clearly doesn't approve of and have spent significantly less time with reader than he has, yet seem to make reader feel comfortable enough to bicker around and laugh with. i know in recent chapters az & reader seem to slowly become more friends(?) i guess??? but the whole dynamic is still very stilted and jagged and ajdhsjajsjs. part of me just wants azriel to hurry up and fall in love with reader just to have reader give up on him so that we can see him grovel. but also part of me just wants to let this mess simmer and enjoy the angst 🤩

i get azriel's thing of him not owing anyone his affections, bc i also relate to the uncomfortable feeling of someone close to you/in your social circle crushing over you so blatantly when you don't reciprocate those feelings. but also...... he was very unnecessarily dismissive and asshole-like to her the whole time during cbmthy 😭

im still hanging on for the azriel x reader endgame and but i hope we still get to see more of eris 🫣 like we get to see their platonic bond deepen? even if it's probably ooc for the eris you portrayed in cbmthy but secretly i wish we get to see him have a soft side for reader that no one expects 😔😔 and that confusing literally everyone in the inner circle lmao. like eris comes to the night court for something and he's still wearing the fox ring...

‘but GOD do i want to see a scene of azriel just getting gagged by seeing reader be at ease and comfortable with bas or eris.’

🤭 wouldn’t that be a fun scene 🤭

‘part of me just wants azriel to hurry up and fall in love with reader just to have reader give up on him so that we can see him grovel.’

I’m both anxious and excited to write that specific scene? It’s still very far off since I think it will most likely happen towards the end of cbmthy? I think? But the scene I have in mind, I think the chapter if happens in will probably be one that will take me a while to write since I’ll want to get the emotion right and make sure everything’s said that should be said? If that makes sense?

But I agree, I’m on your side with that ☹️ why can’t he just fall in love with reader now and then they can spend these six months together happily 😭 they could like get a cabin over solecist, or like, get each other cute presents for Starfall? Like Az picks out a necklace or bracelet for her and she gets him some cuff links or a pretty tie and they end up accidentally kind of matching? That would be so cute!! 😭😭😭 ugh, if only things were better between them, they could at least do it platonically, but no 😞

‘ but also part of me just wants to let this mess simmer and enjoy the angst 🤩’

Oh don’t worry about mess! I think things are about to get thrown about a little now that reader’s in on the court affairs, because obviously she’s going to want to help by reading through all those books that everyone else would find boring and tedious ☹️🧡💛

‘but also...... he was very unnecessarily dismissive and asshole-like to her the whole time during cbmthy 😭’

Right? Reader didn’t even try to come into him or flirt with him 😭 like I get she’s a bit flustered around him which makes it kind of obvious but it’s not like she’s trying to constantly get him to spend time with her, or giving him gifts, or intentionally making her feelings known since she’s so ashamed of them 😭 Az give her a break man ☹️

‘like we get to see their platonic bond deepen? even if it's probably ooc for the eris you portrayed in cbmthy but secretly i wish we get to see him have a soft side for reader that no one expects 😔😔’

I don’t know about him showing platonic feelings to her openly, since i do think that would be a little ooc for how I’ve written him so far but who knows? Maybe he’ll change once he knows that reader knows about the Prison too? Or maybe he will show platonic feelings but in his own, Eris way 🤭

‘like eris comes to the night court for something and he's still wearing the fox ring...’

The fox ring hasn’t been forgotten 🫣 neither has the ring Eris gave to her, which I imagine reader will be keeping close in order to give herself some comfort so her magic doesn’t do something it’s not supposed to 😭

[snowball-doie]

ok you already talked about ahri showing a while ago... but how did she actually dropped the news to the boys since you said it was one of the difficult times for the polycule

Im gonna yoink this straight from the google doc:

“Are you fuckers happy?” Ahri hissed, storming into the full kitchen, throwing the test at Jaehyun.

They all turned to look at her with utter confusion. What had her panties in a twist? They’d only just woken up, why was she already mad at them?

“Is this real?” Jaehyun asked her, a tinge of panic caught in the back of his throat.

Johnny stepped forward to take the test from Jaehyun. He too looked at Ahri, anticipating her answer.

“I’m late,” she replied, “and I felt sick this morning, so I… I took a test…”

Haechan jumped to his feet to steal the test from Jaehyun.

“You’re sure?” Doyoung chipped in even though he hadn’t seen the test for himself. “Maybe we should get another—”

“Why’re you mad?” Jungwoo asked her kindly, his hands reaching out to caress Ahri’s biceps. She pouted at him. “Is this a bad thing?”

“Yes.”

They all froze.

“What are we supposed to do, huh? I don’t know which one of you—”

“It doesn’t matter,” Johnny insisted.

“What happens when you guys start fighting over who is—”

“We won’t,” Yuta said sternly.

“You’re the most likely culprit, Yuta! You’ll start a fight with anyone for any reason!”

“Not about this,” Hyuck reassured her, also stepping forward to put his hands over her stomach. “I promise.”

“What about tour… I’m going to be alone…”

“It won’t be a long tour, and once Taeyong enlists, he’ll visit on his off weekends whenever we’re gone,” Johnny continued to speak for the group. If there was anyone who could really calm Ahri down, it was him. “We’ll be back before you know it, and we’ll tell the company we can’t work on promos for a bit so we can take care of you.”

“They’d never allow that.”

“They will if we all agree to it.” Johnny kissed the top of her head. “We’re happy, princess, can’t you see that? Look at the boys.”

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Obvi you can tell I wrote this at like 3am back in like. June. But ya. Moral of the story is, Ahri was sus cuz they’d all fucked her for her bday, so she took a test. While the boys are happy, the timing and the fact that she doesn’t know who the dad is makes her EXTREMELY anxious hence why she’s mad rather than excited like the boys. She comes around after a bit. It’s hard to be happy about it while they’re about to embark on a tour, but once they come back, Ahri’s just relieved and is planning all kinds of things for their family 💚

[icypenguin]

☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ When is the right time? Pt. 2

this is the continuation of the pt 1! also.. theres gonna be another part after this.. hehe um, enjoy reading! also the reader is fem, sorry i didnt tell!

Pt 1 Pt 3

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3 days passed by, and its now friday. kuki told you to go shopping for tomorrow with her after school and you agree to. now you’re both in the clothing store, you, not knowing what to buy. “um- kuki.. what should i wear?” you asked being confused. kuki grabbed a silk dress in your favourite colour. “what about this? i beg heizou will love it~” kuki showed you the dress as she teased you. “um- i mean.. i guess thats okay.. with pearl necklace and pearl purse?” you asked kuki once more. “mhm! there you have it~ an outfit that will make your man drool” kuki teased you with a smirk on his face. your face becomes red and kuki laughed at you. “s-stop teasing! ugh don’t get your expectations all high now” you roll your eyes while your face was still red. you both got what you would like to wear then head home to rest.

the next day morning until afternoon passed quickly. it’s 4pm and you just started to prepare. ofcourse you regret not preparing earlier as you’re now spamming kuki with ‘HELP’ messages. you didn’t know what makeup you should go for and what hairstyle suits with the dress. after 30 minutes of spamming, kuki finally replied ‘you should wear light makeup and uh just let your hair down or whatever’. you weren’t satisfied with kuki’s reply and decided to call her. she picked up the call and you started ranting. “woah hey slow down girl, what’s wrong? you ain’t central cee stop acting like you’re singing his song or sum” kuki chuckled. “THIS ISN’T A JOKE KUKI! WHAT IF HE DOESN’T LIKE MY LOOK!? WHAT IF SOMEONE DRESSES BETTER- WHAT IF HE’S DISSAPOINTED IN MEEEE!?” you lay on ur floor and rolled around with tears almost escaping your eyes. “no girl i know he likes you! just be yourself..” kuki continued to comfort you as your face were covered in tears and snot.

after a 10 minutes drive you finally arrived at heizou’s house. your hands were sweating and you can feel your heart beat faster. “alright girl cmon let’s have some fun!” kuki jumped out the car with full of excitement. but you were still inside the car feeling nervous and anxious. kuki noticed this and confirm you there’s nothing to be afraid of “cmon y/n! i bet your man is waiting for you already”. kuki winked and you finally got out of the car. you both went inside to see that there was already many peoples. well, you both did came 25 minutes late.

you were looking everywhere to spot that maroon haired boy when you saw him. he was at the corner talking to his friends. your face flushed a bit when you see him wearing pretty tight black sleeveless shirt, showing his begginers muscles. you look at kuki and he signal you to go to his direction. you shake your head but kuki insists you to. you look at heizou again and you accidentally caught eye with him. being the friendly person he is, he waved at you while smiling. your heartbeat became faster as kuki walked towards him. you didn’t have a choice but to follow her as you didn’t want to get lost at this party. heizou sees you both and greets you both. “i didn’t expect you both to really come but welcome! make yourselves at home!” heizou smiled widely as he shake hands with kuki. but for you, he took your hand carefully and kiss it. heizou looked at you from up and down, you notice this and begins to sweat more. “why y/n, you look very lovely. i didn’t think i would get to see you as pretty as this. not that my expectations were low.. im just.. shocked.. it really suits you though” heizou complimented and ended it with a wink. you were very flattered, you didn’t expect someone to say that to you! and the fact that it’s heizou too! “t-thanks heizou.. you look very charming as well…” you didn’t know what to say but tried your best.

heizou thanked you and you three decided to get some drink, but kuki decided that she wants to catch up with someone. you knew what she was up to and send her the ‘i will kill you’ eye, now you’re stuck with your crush. “do you drink y/n? have you try it before?” heizou asked. you didn’t want to look lame but decided to tell the truth “i haven’t try it before.. i guess i would like to try it though”. you assured him and he hand you a cup with alcohol in it. “cheers!” “cheers!” you both drink it and he asked you how does it feel. “how is it y/n?” “its not bad… but i know this isn’t good..” you felt a bit guilty but heizou cheered you up. “cmon now! its your first try.. its okay you just tried it for the first time” you nod your head as a reply and stop overthinking it.

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sorry guys but i swear pt 3 is gonna be the final… thanks for reading pt 1 and 2 i hope you all enjoyed it! advices aee always accepted thankyou!

[pbandjesse]

We are driving back home. The memorial service was thankfully more about supporting each other. I did not cry. If I think about it to hard I might. But I made it through a day that could have been a disaster but worked out because I made it happen. Im only a little proud of that.

I did not sleep great. I fell asleep easier then expected. But woke up with James's alarm and I couldn't fall back asleep. I was anxious about the day. I would get up at 7 when my brother texted me and I had to ask James to handle that while I got ready.

I would feel alright. A little absent of myself. Like I look in the mirror and I'm not connecting to my own eyes. That happens sometimes. But I tried to look good and was happy with my face and hair. The trim I gave myself last night I think helped.

James changed our sheets while I finished getting myself together. Then we hugged and I was off.

I forgot to bring any breakfast and I didn't want to stop anywhere. I also forgot the keys to the art building. But I was not interested in going inside. So I just didn't. I would make it work when I got to camp.

It was a nice drive. And I got there right before 8. And I got to be helpful right away because there was a guy at the bottom of the hill who was lost.

He was there to reseed the field but it was literally his third day and he was a little confused and wasn't given enough info. So I'm glad I was able to help. Once I got parked at the art building I walked down to the office and got Heather on the phone and she told me to send him to the feild. And I was able to help him figure out how to get his truck over there. We walked the feild together and I opened the fence.

While I waited for him to drive around I went to see if we had cake left in the freezer. Which we did so I was excited for breakfast cake. And then I called the doctor's.

They were really nice about it and changed my appointment to 1. So I could stay at camp until 1230. They were really chill about it. Which would be surprising later when I found out that everyone who normally comes on Monday came today because of the holiday (including me) and so they had twice as many patients as normal. And we're training two new injection people. So it was quite a day and I appreciate how kind they were getting my appointment changed.

I would help lawn guy move all the astroturf and collected any sports equipment I could find. And let him know I would be on the porch if he needed anything.

I went down to the office and set myself up at the table. I used my phone's hotspot since I couldn't get on the wifi with the door locked. But that's fine. I ate my, still mostly frozen, cake and worked on my laptop.

I finished tightening up a few things in my lesson plans and making sure the supply list was good to go. I would start making a list of where the tribes were speaking about are on the continent so I could circle that on the different maps. So each program will have a visual for where they are speaking about. Which I think will help them figure out what different natural resources would be available.

Heather would show up around then. She said we need to get me an office key. I'm not to worried about it. I will probably be more worried when it's cold out. Though I was really sweaty and was happy to get some AC.

Heather would help me get on the wifi and showed me how to scan things to my laptop. And then would spend the next hour working on my maps.

Lou, Alexi's dad, would come to talk to Heather about horses. Continues to forget who I am but remembered James. Handsome Jimmy as he call them. We talked about his granddaughter who is maybe going to Temple. For field hockey. So I got to talk about the nice things about philly. That was fun.

I would take a walk to the art building with the extra key. I put away the stuff I brought. And then took a walk to the nature center but it was locked. Heather likes my idea about the snail tank but we need to find the key to the building. Joe probably had it but he wasn't around. Maybe tomorrow I'll figure that out.

Heather would have me start collecting some emails. Which was not as straight forward as I was expecting. But I got some at least. And once I was at a good stopping point me and Heather went on a walk to woodlands.

We would write a list of things that I could work on down there. Painting. Creating. Cleaning. Moving furniture. It was nice to talk through the projects and the spaces. I'm pretty happy about it. But I was also starting to get slightly a little stressed about needing to leave for my appointment.

We would finish up exactly on time though. We got back to the office. Where Elizabeth and Alexi were and I said hello and then goodbye!

I stopped to fill my water and then I drove the 40 minutes to the rhumatologist. I got there 1 minute before my appointment.

Not that it mattered. They had my paperwork at the bottom of the pile, because I'm the last one usually. And they would get me back quick. But I could hear everything. And that's when I heard that they were crazy busy and backed up. So I would have a wait. About 49 minutes. Ah well.

The nice lady came and did my injections though and they hurt a bit today. But it's fine. I was glad it was done. I made my appointment for next month. And was out the door before 2.

I stopped over at the Dunkin and got munchkins to share with James. And then home.

When I got back to the house I was excited that there were packages. The screen protector came for my tablet. And a new dress I ordered. And a book. I found James trying to iron their shirt but the iron wasn't actually on so that was funny.

I got overheated trying to put the screen protector on. But I did my best and it's mostly correct. I'm just glad it's safer now. I was super sweaty though.

So I took a shower. And got dressed again. James made me a bagel. And I had an hour to just sit and calm down before we had to be on the road again.

We left at 345. And it wasn't a bad drive at all. We didn't have to deal with any traffic. We weren't driving directly into the sun. I was anxious but only a little. I brought my knitting and completed one square. We passed Jess's exit and we waved. We arrived in the town at 530.

We went to Wawa for gas. James felt weird that someone pumped our gas. But that's just jersey. And then we went inside and got sandwiches to eat in the car.

I was mostly just focusing on being with my husband. And that I was looking forward to hugging my family. I couldn't handle the other emotions. Those are very deep and I can't focus on them or I'll fall apart.

When we got to the funeral home I was convinced we were in the wrong place. There were a lot of people and I didn't recognize anyone so I was sure I messed up. And then my mom and my brother weren't answering me so I was sure I messed up.

But thankfully Steve would pull up and my parents and Felicia were with him. Everything was alright again.

And it was a lot of people. Sabrina's friends. Audrey's friends. AA people. Bikers. People in memorial sweatshirts. Which the turnaround in having that made was impressive.

We went in the line to see all the pictures of Sabrina. I forgot how dark her hair was when she was younger. Seeing all the pictures of her with friends. She looked so grown up.

Hugging everyone helped. Audrey and Nadine both kept saying thank you to me and James for coming. For driving so long. But honestly the only thing I could say was I wish I didn't have to be here. I wish this didn't happen. But there wasn't a chance I wasn't going to be here. I moved things to make sure I would be. It was important.

There was no service. I am glad. I would have lost it. Instead it was just everyone talking and supporting each other. It was good to be around all the people who loved Sabrina. And I particularly loved talking to my brother and Felicia. And I missed them both and it was just so nice to talk to them. The little moments feel so important. I am very worried how swollen my brother's hands were. He might have an infection from slamming his hand in a door and also poison ivy?? I hope he sees someone.

I also was glad to be with my parents. To talk to my aunt Nadine and uncle Dave who I love so much.

There was a lot of hugging. A lot of laughing. We were being as ridiculous as we normally are when we are all together. The Lentzs don't know how to now start talking about things that are probably not appropriate. We can't stop laughing when it's probably not appropriate. We supported each other by not talking about it but talking about everything else.

I enjoyed hearing about who was who from mom. And I told Nadine they need to come visit us. They went on a not great bus tour through Baltimore so I hope we can give them a better tour soon!!

But then it was time to go. The memorial was slowing down. People were leaving. We had many hugs. Nadine gave me a rose form the large bouquet. Me and Sabrina shared that middle name. I will dry some of the petals. I'll frame them.

Me and James got in the road. And we are about half way home now. I am going to finish my sandwich. And listen to this podcast. And try to just think about the good stuff. I love Sabrina and I will keep her in my thoughts forever.

I hope you are all taking care of yourselves. I love you all. Goodnight my friends. Until next time.

[stormy-writer]

May I request a Douxie casperan x OC oneshot please?

Ofc, just like we ✨ discussed ✨

Words: 1.1k (AAAA I LOVE THEM) Catergory: Fluff, first date (kinda?) Tw: Absolutely nothing, enjoy ♡

The sun was low in the sky as feet hit the floor in unison, the instructor calling out moves as the dancers followed along. In one row, two friends stood together, one in front of the other, as they muttered quietly.

“I dunno, Mary,” Lana whispered. “She's known him fer a lot longer than I ‘ave.”

Mary rolled her eyes, hitting fourth position as she whispered back.

“So, what? You're, like, ten times cuter than her,” she complimented, putting a slight pink on the blonde girl's cheeks. “Besides, everyone knows Douxie likes you!” She spoke a little too loud, earning a glare from the instructor. She mouthed a sorry, whispering back at Lana, who was bright red.

“He totally does, though.” The instructor snapped at the raven haired girl, getting her back on track as the two silently decided to continue talking after the lesson.

As everyone packed up on the bench, Mary grabbed her bag and sat next to Lana.

“Duz 'he really?” Lana spoke first, still unsure about the wizard boy's feelings.

“Of course he does! Do you even see how he looks at you?” Mary had an exasperated look in her face, her smile wide.

But Lana was still unsure, shrugging as she put her things in her bag. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, the instructor called out to the class of girls.

“There's a delivery for Lana?” She called, a little confused. Before Lana could get up, Ms. Ranswald walked over to the girls, a large bouquet in her arm.

She handed it to the blonde, turning her nose up as she did.

“This better not get in the way of my lessons, Miss Barker,” she warned. Turning on her heel, Ms. Ranswalds heels clacked against the floors until she was out of sight.

Lana's eyes were big as she looked over the arrangement of flowers. They were all her favorites, daisies, sunflowers, and even some begonias. They smelled so sweet, selected just for her. A blush formed on her cheeks once more, and she couldn't help but wonder who it was from.

“Looks like someone has an admirerrr,” Mary teased. Then her eyes focused, seeing something that Lana couldn't. “Ooh!” She exclaimed, reaching over and plucking it from the arrangement. It was a card, the company name in script on the back, but a handwritten message on the front.

Mary excitedly read it to Lana, who was almost anxious as to what it could be.

“Meet me at the gazebo in 10 minutes,” she paused, seeing the signature and squealing. “They signed it with a heart!” She shrieked, overjoyed for her best friend.

Lana took the card, reading over it again and again, her smile growing every time.

“Do ya think it's ‘im?” She asked Mary, her eyes glued to the paper.

“Who else could it be? Hurry up and pack, Lana!” She snapped out of her trance and quickly shaved everything in her bag, ignoring any organization she had before in her excitement. Giving Mary a quick hug, she rushed to the door and waved back at her.

“Bye! See ya at school!” The door shut soundly behind her, leaving Mary shaking her head with a grin.

“Oh, young love.”

Another girl piped up behind her.

“You're the same age!”

Leaving her bike at the rack, Lana dropped her bag beside it and started down the park path. She was headed for the gazebo she had visited many times, whether it was a simple walk or an outing with friends. ‘Or with him,’ she thought.

As she rounded the corner, the sun was low enough in the sky a beautiful sunset made its way like a living painting shining on the pavilion. However, it seemed to already have its own source of brightness, as all around the top hung fairy lights of a nice warm white.

Caught by surprise, she almost didn't recognize the figure standing in the center, nervously looking around until he spotted her. The moment their eyes met, a matching smile broke out onto their faces and Lana's feet moved without her even telling them to.

She stepped up the few stairs and stopped, a sudden wave of self-consciousness hitting her as she smoothed her skirt and shyly smiled up at him.

“Hey,” Douxie said, a little nervous himself.

“Hi,” she greeted back.

They both paused a beat, unsure of who would speak first, before they both started talking over each other. They cut themselves off with a small laugh, leading them to tell the other to speak first, at the same time once more.

Whatever tensions or nervousness had melted away in the sweet moment, and Lana nodded her head at him, giving the floor to the boy that so carefully held her heart.

“Well,” Douxie cleared his throat, clearly working up the nerve to speak. “Uhm, I wanted to talk to you about something,” he said, still being vague.

“I'm listenin’,” she said softly, smiling up at him. Clearing is throat once more, Douxie took a breath and finally let himself relax.

“I… I wanted to ask if you'd like to go out with me.” He looked hopeful, an underlying fear in his eyes as he took a step closer. “On a date,” he specified. “With me.”

Lana grew bright red, taking a long moment before her brain could catch up to her ears. When the words hit her, she laughed nervously and tucked a hair behind her ear. But then she smiled wider, looking back up at him and coming closer as well.

“... I think tha’d be nice,” she agreed, quiet and yet full of emotion.

The fear in his eyes disappeared and he beamed, taking her hand in his and bending down, his lips brushing her knuckles.

“Thank you, darling,” he muttered against her skin, pressing a soft kiss to the back of her hand. He effectively rebooted the girl, her free hand covering her face as she blushed redder than a rose.

But then she peeked out at him, smiling with a little quirk, like she always did around him.

“I should be thankin’ yew, not the other wey aroond,” she said softly.

He smiled back, standing straight and taking both hands in his. “It's a privilege to even be in your life, there's no need to thank me for something I'd get on my knees and beg for.”

This sent the poor girl, who almost felt lightheaded from all the blood rushing to her face. He chuckled, letting go of one hand and cupping her cheek.

“So, again, thank you, my dear.”

THANK YOU FOR INTRODUCING ME TO LANA I LOVE THEM SO MUCHHHHHHHH GO CHECK THEM OUT @xxbatsybeanxx

I'd be glad to write more for them (or others), so please, my requests are open to everyone!

[diaphamin]

stranger. — mark lee 𝜗𝜚

in which mark lee attempts to text his ex girlfriend, not knowing her number was switched over to you.

part six, read part one or seven at the bottom

mark looked at his phone sighing from the previous messages he sent you. did he really weird you out? did you not want to see him? was it too early? or… did you want to see him? did you want to meet him? all the questions flew through his head at light-speed, “fuck.”

he didn’t understand why he was so hesitant about meeting you. you were friends, you both made that clear multiple times. so why does he feel like he’s about to throw his heart up? he started to pace around the room, letting out strings of conflicted groans.

maybe it’s because he hasn’t seen anybody in a while. he doesn’t remember the last time he went out with a friend, maybe this would be good for him. maybe he needed to see you, maybe it would make him forget about her just a bit less. he was a bit excited to know what you looked like, and it would be nice to talk to you in person instead of just texting you,

“fuck it.”

━━ 𝜗𝜚

you grew impatient waiting for karina to show, your eyes constantly flicking towards the door. you bounced your legs anxiously, realizing you didn’t care about if karina showed or not, it was mark you were worried about. did he really want to see you? was he just trying to get a rise out of you? no, probably not. you haven’t known mark long but you know his intentions were most likely pure.

your heart dropped as the door flung open, settling once you realized it was just karina with another woman by her side. she smiled and made her way towards your table once she finally spotted you, “sorry i’m late, this is my friend giselle, we met outside.”

“nice to meet you giselle, i’m y/n.” you smiled.

“ah yes i know, karina told me about you!” you smiled at her comment, flicking your head towards the door once more, “are we expecting someone else? i thought winter cancelled.” karina quirked, “um no, we’re not.” you smiled, “ah, okay.”

━━ 𝜗𝜚

mark was anxious walking into the cafe, he wondered what you would be like in person. he caught his breath before walking in, he stepped inside quietly doing a once-over noticing the only the people in the shop were all seated together. he looked over at your table, his heart dropping as he noticed the woman who was seated there.

she was here, she was here laughing, and smiling. not only that, but she was laughing and smiling, with you. “giselle?” his voice rang through all of your ears, your heart dropped at the man in the entrance, he was here, he was here in front of you, and he knows… giselle?

mark felt frozen in place not knowing what to make of the situation, the woman he’d been longing for, and the person he thought was his friend, seated together, laughing.

were they laughing about him? did you tell her about all the things he said? was one of these girls even you? were you even here yet? mark’s heart felt like it was going to explode, a wave of emotions he feels so brand new to washing over him, he felt betrayed, not by giselle, but by you, how could you do this to him? how could you sit here and laugh with the woman that left him?

“mark?” you and giselle spoke in sync, one of you confused, the other in shock.

mark could barely control his breathing at the sight of you two. the panic started to settle into his body, how dare you? he couldn’t stand it, he couldn’t stand here and watch you, how could he?

so he left.

yapamin: IM GIGGLING SO HARD RIGHT NOW. don’t hate me please it’s for the sake of the plot. next chapter is half written sorry sorry hope you can handle it. mark baby you don’t deserve this pain. karina girl don’t be too confused. giselle how do you feel. y/n girl i dont know what happened either. reader,

i love youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu ♡

[read part one here] — [read part seven here]

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[svquence]

⋆ ★ “18, what a nightmare”

✿ pairing! quantum jumper!yang jungwon x reader ✿ genre! sci-fi (?) ✿ wc! 1.4k ✿ warnings! kinda angsty, happy ending, one curse word lmao, this is a mess

❀ A/N! i added limits to quantum jumping for the sake of the fic. this is pure fiction! therefore don’t take this as how quantum jumping really works. almost everything said here is just for the effect of the fic. Once again im a new writer so bare with me. Love u guys!

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If there was one thing Jungwon could’ve changed, it would’ve been his life purpose. Oh, how he wishes he could’ve been just a normal guy, one that could finish education, engage in things he enjoys, maybe even find a lover that he could spend the rest of his days with. Yet, Jungwon was not able to get that. The young man he wished to be, wasn’t in his reach.

His purpose was to travel in between realities, explore the bigger part of the universe and find answers to what the higher beings wished to know. Tho, Jungwon never knew why he was the one chosen to do this, but he had no choice but to obey and no chance of changing his mission.

The red haired boy’s life started when he was born in Korea, thinking he was meant to live a normal life just like the people around him, yet it wasn’t like that, and it would never be like that. From a child who everyone thought had an incredible imagination, to a young man with a mission, therefore being a quantum jumper. All of his life, Jungwon had vivid dreams every night of things he couldn’t even understand, he sometimes found himself in places that he couldn’t even explain, but no one understood him when he came back. No one believed him, thus the young boy was always viewed as just an adorable imaginative child. Eventually, he had to give up trying to explain his situation, which made everything harder.

It was never his choice for his life to play like this. If there was one thing he regretted most, tho, it was meeting you. But at the same time, it was one of the best things that could’ve happened to him. Being childhood friends, ever since you talked to him in primary school, to growing up having a crush on you. If he knew that this was his fate, he would’ve never made plans for your guys’ future, never gotten attached to you, or even talked to you. But he did all of those things and regret is now suffocating him.

The poor boy didn’t even have any idea of what was waiting for him. Thats how he found himself in his bed, right before his 18th birthday, planning how his birthday would go and how he would confess his feelings to you. He was so ready, equally happy and excited as well. Little did he know that in that night, he would cut ties with this reality for way too long. Longer than he wanted to. As he fell asleep, he imagined himself being with you. Of course he did, because you too felt the same way. You both showed it, its just that one had to take a step forward and that would’ve been him. But now, he couldn’t. He wasn’t aware of it, at least.

When he found himself in yet another inexplicable place, he was less than not phased, because this has been going on forever. One thing he didn’t know, was that this time, he wasn’t going back.

As he saw how much time has passed without him going back, he was confused and especially anxious. Was he going to lose his birthday? His confession? He couldn’t. Even if his body was still there, doing everything he planned to do, he wanted to be there. He wanted to feel it.

He kept thinking that he needs to wake up, he was trying his hardest to pull his awareness back to his body, but that was until an unknown energy, yet with a bright and positive aura came to his current body and talked to him in the sweetest yet saddest tone he ever heard. “Please stop trying, Jungwon. You have a mission to finish. Going back isn’t a choice yet” He was confused, but he was more shocked than anything. The moment this being of light stopped sharing its message, he looked back at it and screamed as he felt tons of emotions at once “What the fuck is going on? Why can’t i go back? WHAT mission?” he spilled out as tears swelled up in his eyes. He could feel that this energy was protective, hence he immediately calmed down after shouting at it out of anger. He felt in a way, calm. “You’ll find out, for now i can’t give you any answers, but i will guide you the best i can. Good luck, Jungwon” the energy said as it slowly started disappearing into thin air. The moment he tried to reach for it, it was gone. All that could be heard after was Jungwon’s screams and cries, him begging for it to all be dream. He couldn’t see his parents, friends and especially you for so long. Yet he got up, as he reminded himself that he just had to finish the mission in order to go back. He will see all of you again, no way he could give up. It couldn’t take that long, right?

As for you? That day you woke up ecstatic because it was your best friend’s and crush’s birthday! Oh, little did you know, that a part of Jungwon was out there, struggling to see you again. Yet, you would never notice, because Jungwon? He was still here, with you. He just wasn’t aware of it.

Your best friend was finding information and answers to so much stuff, he met so many different beings, but his only focus was still on you. All he did was for you, and it took him thousands of years to finally finish his purpose. Although, in your timeline, only 65 years have passed. For one second, Jungwon didn’t forget you.

The moment he was congratulated, his questions were answered and he was given the free will to finally travel wherever he wanted, the boy was ecstatic. Yet, it still took him way too long to find his original timeline again, because even tho he could, he didn’t know how to travel where he wanted.

As he saw himself in his original timeline, the boy, now temporarily an old man was found in a small yet beautiful house. He rose from the bed, and as he recalled his memories from this body, he realized the things he feared most. His parents were long gone, his friends were now old and all married & ill, and you, his now wife, was dead. When he tried to get out of bed in order to analyze his surroundings, he realized that it was all true. He, himself, was now old. Which he wouldn’t have hated, but he didn’t see any of his loved ones or himself grow up. As fast as he could, he reached your grave, which wasn’t far from the house. Everything was so beautiful, your “forever place” was covered in beautiful flowers, perfectly positioned under a tree which gave it the prettiest shadow ever seen, yet it was the saddest sight he saw in all of his years. As he stared at the name thats carved on the decorated piece of stone, the name he sighted was yours, and it broke him.

And as tears left his eyes, thats when he decided, that no matter what, he would find a way to travel to another reality where everyone he loved most wasn’t out of his life. And he did, but it took him so long to learn and finally be able to reach it. He jumped in between realities for so long. Nevertheless, he never gave up.

As he woke up in his original bedroom that he fell asleep in the night before everything happened, he was enthusiastic. Before he could even recall his memories from this body, in order to tell if he was in his desired place, he saw his parents, but more importantly you, staring at him from the doorway. When he spotted a cake with the numbers 1 and 8 on it, as you and his parents screamed “Happy birthday, Jungwon!” he finally sighed in relief. That’s the moment where the red haired boy realized that it was finally over. He could finally live the life he always dreamed of. In the end, he was free.

[hiyoir]

since your reqs are also open may as well shoot my shot given i had this idea in my mind for a while and you also seem to like souma so...

what about a yan!kanata with a darling who has a crush on souma? kanata and the reader could be best friends or generally close、so they know him and souma are friends and proceed to ask kanata on help how to confess to souma、unaware of a certain's feelings~~ not a good time for him to be such a mysterious fish ;; gn reader please! it can also derive into nsfw if you feel like it♡

Synopsis: Kanata originally had a plan to talk to you and Souma to catch up with things, but your sudden question sparked an odd resort to Kanata.

A/N: im so SLEEPYLYPP anhways im so zorry this got sent out late.. i wasnt feeling wel yada yada im gonna snooze gn

Cw/s: Unconsensual kissing, a bit of grinding, getting walked in on.

"You… Like Kanzaki-kun…?" Kanata tilts his head, blinking twice to show confusion. You tilt your head back as you were confused on why Kanata acted this way. He knew you two were close, but the sudden shock at the news made you slightly anxious. Was this the wrong time to bring this topic up?

"Yes…? Is something wrong, Kanata?" You asked Kanata, a hint of worry in your voice. He sighed, walking closer towards you. He grinned ear to ear when he grabbed your hand.

A small shriek escaped your mouth as his surprisingly firm grip on your hand dragged your feet from the hallways to an empty classroom. When he pushed you inside, the door slid shut.

"Wait— What's the meaning of all of this…?!" The look of confusion painted on your face excited Kanata more than it should. His hand lunges for your neck as he pulls you in for a kiss. A very painful and uncomfortable kiss.

Teeth clashed with one another as you try to retract from the painful mess you've gotten yourself in. However the more you struggled, the more Kanata choked you. As his grip on your neck loosened, his free hand firmly grabbed your shoulder. Once having you secured in place, his hand once on your neck is now on your chest, his fingers wiggling to touch your chest from the open bits of cloth of your buttoned uniform. You gasped in the kiss, giving Kanata the opportunity to sneak his tongue into this uncomfortable kiss.

With every struggle, he only stepped on your foot to fiercely make love with your lips. It went on for so long, tears began to well up in your eyes from the unwanted pleasure. Your back arched at the cabinet near the windows. Anyone could see Kanata ferociously making love to you, anyone. And it scared you to your core. He was practically grinding himself against your soft thigh which was the breaking point for you. As you were about to bite Kanata's tongue, the worst had happened when the classroom door swung open.

"Hey, (Name), you said you— Shinkai?!" After what felt like an eternity, he finally pulls away from the kiss. Your lips were swollen and sore. Kanata smiles, waving at Souma.

"Hello, Souumaaa~" He chuckles, completely ignoring the fact he just assaulted you. "I'm sorry, me and my partner are just having a bit of fun…♪"

Your eyes widened as the puzzles clicked in your head. He was keeping you busy so when Souma walked in on you, it'd seem like something completely different.

"Oh...I apologize deeply. However, you shouldn't be doing this on school grounds, you might get caught."

"Mmmhmm~ Thank you for your concern, Souumaaa…" He smiles, his smile concerningly fake.

"Is it fine if we talk after school…? I wanted to have a chat with you and (name), but my beloved darling here got bored…" Kanata smiles, nuzzling his nose against yours.

"Oh…! Yes, sure. I'll get going for now…" Souma bows as an apology before leaving. As the door slid shut, you shot up from your position. A million questions flooded your brain, but you only managed to mutter out one.

"What are you going to do to Souma?"

"Ooh…♪ That… Is a secret! You needn't worry, (Name)."

[i-fondued]

Idk if you’re familiar with the HC that ghouls build nests, but imagine Swiss making a cozy little nest in the papal suite, or where she’s staying, for Sister while she’s pregnant because his little ghoul brain says “Pregnant mate, must PROTECT, and FEED, and KEEP WARM!” And he barely lets her out of the nest unless she needs to pee, and he like even brings her meals and snacks and stuff 🥺. Also him bringing little toys and baby clothes into the nest once the baby(s) born! He growls and hisses when anyone gets near the nest; he accepts Copia and Terzo being there (and Veritas if we’re going Copia x Terzo x Veritas x Swiss x Sis. Side note, we need to find a shorter ship name for that ASAP! I propose CTVSS, not only because it looks like you’re talking about CTVs and would confuse the outsiders, but is all of their initials lol. Feel free to suggest better ideas!), but only if they let him stay in the room to “supervise” (really he just doesn’t want to be left out of the action if it gets steamy 😏. I think he’s the jealous type!).

okayokayokay, i LOVE this headcannon so I'm adding on, under a read more because I took this and RAN with it. im so sorry for going off ahahaha

Like even if Sister was pregnant with Copia/Terzo's babies and not Swiss' kits, I feel like Swiss would be like OMG MY BONDED MASTER IS WITH CHILD SHE MUST DO NOTHING BUT NEST and she would be like yo Swiss chill the fuck out. She would appreciate it towards the end if she was pregnant with multiples, speaking from experience ahaha, mainly because if she drops something it is dead to her. She'd summon Swiss just to pick up a scroll she dropped in the library or a fork in the dining room. This would 100% extend to when Swiss feels her desire for any craving (my bff cried over a panera sandwich when she was pregnant; i ugly sobbed because i wanted my mom's homemade cooking but it was 2020 and COVID was at its height and we didn't know how it effected pregnant women yet so we had to stay away from each other to be safe) he would just appear with whatever in hand and poof off. Terzo would be like yo stop stealing my bonus points!!

Once the baby is born? Oh my lord the three men in her life would be like rabid with each other no matter who's baby it was. Like throwing elbows to hold this baby because it is the extension of the person they care for/love the most in the whole world. Sister would 100% find Terzo rocking and singing at their baby, Copia would always have the baby with him reading when they couldn't sleep, and Swiss would curl up with the baby in the crib knowing their purring soothed them to sleep.

Now do I think Swiss would be an absolute menace if it was his kits? The Clergy would contemplate just moving Swiss and Sister into their own home because if any other male (besides Copia, Terzo, and/or Veritas if were going that route) in the building looked at her for too long he would absolutely tear his mask off and go full feral ghoul. If we use the current era ghouls in this line of thought, Dew does this to rile him up till Aether swears he's going to kick his ass with his guitar. Swiss and Sister would be locked in their rooms till the bab(ies) are like 3 months and Swiss natural protective instinct settles back down and then they could introduce the babies properly to everyone.

Now if we're going with the CTVSS angle, this is how my brain pictures it. Copia, Terzo and Swiss are excited; Veritas is mildly terrified of children and therefor faints when she tells them that she's pregnant. Veritas is also very anxious through the whole pregnancy, to the point of being distant. Sister would have to coax him out of his mind a bit before he'd warm up to the idea of a child that he would call his own. Even after the baby is born and confirmed to be his and his alone, Veritas is skittish with them. They are so small and delicate, how could he care for them without breaking them? Without hurting them like those in his past? He is helpful in other ways that are easier for him; washing bottles, gathering all the extra baby laundry, making sure Mom and the other dads are fed and sleeping when they can. But actual day to day baby care? Not unless he is the only one and even then sometimes he calls for Swiss who comes only because he can sense the terror rolling off Veritas despite not being his bonded ghoul.

It isn't till the first night where Terzo, Copia and Swiss are on the road (no time off for the Ghost Project Dads when the babies isn't theirs per Imperator that stone cold bitch lol) that he really bonds with the baby. Sister is sleeping and the baby wakes up, he feels guilty and decides to check on the child himself. In the dimly lit bedroom, bassinet at the foot of the bed, he take his child and starts to cry when the baby snuggles into his chest with a quiet warbled cry. After that? Veritas cannot and will not share that baby with anyone else; in fact he turns into such a baby hog so much that Copia, Terzo, and Swiss jump her the minute they get home and demand they have another.