#and i tried to google the symptoms but i didn’t find anything helpful!!!!

[ash-and-starlight]

throwing this into the void but who knows. tumblr knowledge is vast and mysterious. is anyone here good with plants?? i have a little monstera deliciosa in a vase with water, it was thriving before but a couple of weeks ago its leaves started yellowing and dying and idk what to do, light and temperature conditions haven’t changed and i change the water + clean the vase once a week blease my son…. he’s very sick.,,,

[aauroraxia]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

*:･ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏

sypnosis: y/n finds out she’s pregnant and doesn’t know how to tell Armando or her team | warnings: none | pairings: Armando x reader | Authors note: finally wrote part one! Might write part two later it just depends |

“𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 y/n!” Kelly begged for the 5th time. Her and Rita were going to this party and they really wanted you to go.

You loved parties and never declined an invite to one but, today you just weren’t feeling up to it.

You had been feeling sick for a few days now so you were taking a leave from work, not wanting to pass anything to anyone.

Your boyfriend, Armando, offered to stay home with you but you didn’t let him, he shouldn’t have to stop working just because you caught some stupid bug.

“Fine if you’re not going neither are we.” Kelly said, plopping down on your couch, crossing her arms.

“Yeah, we can just stay here with you. That’s more fun than any party.” Rita added on.

You smiled, wondering how did you get so lucky to have amazing friends. “Thank you, guys.”

About 4 Vampire Diaries episodes later, you ran to the bathroom, rushing to the toilet, throwing up.

“God, what is wrong with me?” You said looking at yourself in the mirror.

Once you got back to your living room, where Rita and Kelly were, you told them about what just happened. They decided that you should Google your symptoms, to help find out what’s wrong.

So you opened your laptop and started googling.

All the results looked like:

___________________________________

‘What are the symptoms for pregnancy’

‘How to know if you’re pregnant’

‘Pregnancy sickness’

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‘I can’t be pregnant’ you thought.

“Can you guys come here for a second!” You yelled to Rita and Kelly. They walked over and you turned your computer to face them.

Kelly looked at you “Well, are you? You know.. pregnant?”

“I don’t know, I don’t think so.. it doesn’t make since.”

Rita rubbed your back, “Well let’s go buy some tests before we make any conclusions.” She reassured you.

You sighed thinking, how could you be pregnant, and if you were how would you tell Armando, but you calmed yourself down. The test could comeback negative after all.

Well that didn’t last long, you took 5 tests and they all came back positive. You slid down the wall in your bathroom, hugging your knees, sobbing.

‘How can I be pregnant’

‘I thought we were always being safe’

‘What do I tell Armando’

‘How will I work’

‘How do I take care of a baby’

You were pulled out of your overwhelming thoughts when Rita and Kelly walked in the bathroom. Immediately sitting down next to you, hugging you.

“What will I tell Armando. He didn’t want children right now.” You said in between sobs, breathing heavily.

Rita and Kelly looked at each other sympathetically. Armando wasn’t a open book, especially not around them. They couldn’t assure you or tell you how he would react, so they just comforted you before he got home.

𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 Kelly and Rita left you sat on your couch, knowing Armando would be home, any minute now. You heard the door creaked open, incoming your boyfriend with blood splattered on his arms.

“Hey babe.” You said running to him, placing a soft kiss in his cheek.

“Hola mamá” He replied.

You tried to avoid lookin into his eyes, you knew if he looked at you long enough he’d be able to tell you’d been crying. So instead you just pulled his arm leading him into y’all’s bedroom.

You left him there while you went to get a damp towel, to clean the blood off him.

“¿Qué ocurre?” He asked, using his thumb to make you look at him.

“What makes you think something’s wrong?”

“You only avoid looking at me when something’s wrong.”

Damn he knew you good

You knew that if you tried to tell him you would start crying so you just got the test out of the bathroom and handed it to him.

He looked at you with a expression, you couldn’t tell if he was mad or happy “You’re…”

“Pregnant.. yeah. Are you mad?” You asked looking down, playing with your fingers.

“Por supuesto que no, solo sorprendido.”

He took your hands and kissed your knuckles. “¿Tenías miedo de decírmelo?”

“Well yeah.. we talked about having kids at a later- much later time. I didn’t know what you were gonna say.” You said sheepishly

“I know this isn’t what we planned but, I still wanna spend the rest of my life with you, and now our child.” He assured you.

You ran to him, tackling him on the bed, leaving pecks all over his face. How could you ever think he would be upset with.

“Wait- we have to tell the team and your dad.”

“Do we have to?” He asked walking away from the bed.

“Well yeah, they’re gonna wonder why I’m taking an extended leave from work.”

“¿P or qué? Digámosles que volaste a otro país.”

A pillow was then thrown at his head.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 next day, you asked for Marcus, Mike, Rita, Kelly, Dorn and Rafe to meet you at Marcus’ house because you had something to tell them.

After you got there and everyone was chill, you decided to tell them.

Affer all eyes were on you, you took a deep breath in. “So, I’ve decided to take an extended leave of absence from work.”

“Why, is everything alright” Dorn asked.

“Yeah, it’s just.. I’m pregnant.”

Heads were turned and gasps were made.

Everyone came up to you hugging you. Armando stood in the corner with his arms crossed.

“We’re having a A.M.M.O baby!” Kelly shouted making everyone laugh.

Mike walked to his son, patting him on the back.

“Mike! You’re gonna be a grandad.” Marcus said laughing at Mike.

Mike ran his hand down his face, “Damn.”

After everyone settled down, Marcus started “Wait, that means if Y/N is pregnant, that means her and Armando been fuc-“

“MARCUS!” Everyone shouted while you buried your face in your hands.

“Man, this is fucked up“ Marcus said walking away.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ | 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬:

¿P or qué? Digámosles que volaste a otro país - Why? Let’s just tell them you flew to another country.

¿Qué ocurre? - What’s wrong?

“Por supuesto que no, solo sorprendido - Of course not just suprised

¿Tenías miedo de decírmelo? - So that’s what’s wrong

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬, 𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 ’🩷’ 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @armandosbabymama @atomicfriendfestivalbiscuit @yeahnohoneybye @madi05sblog

[flamingo-writes]

Hello Flamingo!!! how are you? I hope ok.

This is an idea that came to my head a few weeks ago, if you'd like to write it, it's up to you! I hope you like it💕

Reader who was generating a great addiction to the medications that were prescribed for his anxiety and depression, adding other types of addictions such as cigarettes or alcohol, meets Hobie/Spider-Punk and helps they with this problem, empathizing with their situation, Hobie would visit Reader from time to time to ask how things are going or develop some kind of relationship with they.

I think it's an essence of Hobie that you don't often see and I think it's something he would do quite often.

I am finally replying to this! Jesus, I am so SORRY for the delay!

I absolutely loved this request! And I learned so much about addictions during my research. And got google constantly concerned offering me hotlines every google search.

Flirting With An Addiction — Hobie x GN!Reader

Title based of the song Particles by Nothing But Thieves. Love this band, love this song, helped me set the mood for the angsty parts. Especially any live or acoustic version 😭

A/N: i have to clear some stuff first, because some of you are too quick to feel victimised. I do not specify colour nor gender of the reader. I do mention the reader looks pale at some point. Now, because it happened to me once, that someone tried to get sassy with me because dark skin can’t get pale, yes, yes it can. If you have a heartbeat you can get pale, period. Pale is not only a synonym for white, paleness is a medical term used to describe the loss of normal colour in skin or membranes. Pale is a way to describe someone who presents paleness. If you have dark skin, you can still get pale when you’re sick.

Warnings: drug consumption, needles, depictions of several withdrawals symptoms like stomach issues (emetophobia), depression, anxiety,

Word count: 2.7K

Hearing from your parents first hand that you had gone missing was the worst that could have happened to Hobie Brown. You were his favourite person, his best friend, his go to confidant, his partner in crime. And hearing you had gone missing felt like the ground on his feet started crumpling down. His lungs ran out of breath as he mouthed:

"What?”

And your mother explained, drowning in her own tears. And even as she did, he couldn’t understand what was coming out of her mouth, as a horrendous buzz was drilling his brain. He simply heard: "drugs" "weed" "ecstasy" "used needle" "gone". His stomach turned, making him feel nauseous as he couldn’t find anything to say to your parents other than:

"I’m so sorry" he said. "I could’ve helped them" he said. "I wasn’t there for them," he said. And with that, he was gone. Somewhere along the line, he put his mask back on and took off.

Pav and Gwen were there with him when it happened. What started as an innocent hangout at his place, turned into a search party. When Hobie thought of inviting you over as well and realising you weren’t picking up the phone in your house, he decided to look for you. You weren’t at your place, you weren’t at his, your coworkers said you hadn’t showed up for work in three days, and that’s when he went to your mother.

"They’ve been gone for the last five days…" were the last things he heard before that painful buzz started echoing in his head.

He took off. And he’d never swung so fast in his entire life. Pav and Gwen didn’t even have the chance to exchange glances when both of them were running after him. "Running". Between not being familiarised with Old York’s building distribution, nor being familiarised with the streets, they had absolutely no clue where Hobie was heading. They simply guessed Hobie knew where you were.

Boy, we’re they wrong.

Hobie had not the faintest clue where you were. He had a notion of where you could be. But with every fibre in his body he wished he was wrong. "Used needle" was perhaps his best clue, and possibly the one that terrified him the most.

He had a pretty decent notion of where the most famous crack houses were. He’d grown in the streets, of course he knew. More than once he’d been in them, not to make business, but because he was looking for something or someone, or doing Spider-Man duties. And truth was, the very last person he thought he’d ever go looking into a crack house was you.

As he arrived to the first one and kicked the door open, the few junkies there flinched, expecting to see a copper. But instead they saw Spider-Man. He looked around. Pushers, burnouts, and crunched junkies passed out on the floor. Some, Hobie wasn’t even sure they were still alive. He walked around looking for you.

Pav and Gwen caught up with him, and soon realised what was going on. Hobie did not know where you were, he was looking for you. Gwen didn’t have much experience with the darker side of her New York, she was creeped out. Pav, on the other hand, was the youngest of the gang. And he’d been Spider-Man for so little, he hadn’t had the misfortune to end up in the lower parts of Mumbattan. Pav was terrified.

"Hobie?” Gwen asked as he quickly walked out of the flat.

"Not ‘ere" He mumbled, more to himself and took off again.

It went on like that for the next few hours. Crack house after crack house. Desperately looking for you, whether you were baked out of your mind, or simply OD. But the fact that with every place he went to, his chances of finding you grew narrower and narrower, he didn’t know what he preferred. To find you dead on the floor of one of those nasty places, or not finding you at all. With each location, Hobie’s anxiety grew, his movements became clumsier, rougher, even more aggressive.

"Hobie, wait—" Pav yelled after the fifth crack house.

But Hobie didn’t stop. He listened, but his mind was rushing with adrenaline, hyper focusing on his task at hand: finding you.

The guilt accumulated in his chest, weighting more and more with every passing minute. Why was he even feeling guilty for? It’s not like he’d given you the drugs, and forced a needle up your arm. But he knew you had problems with loneliness, he knew about your consuming anxiety and your seasonal depression. He knew you had a strange relationship with your medication. He knew you were picking up a liking for recreational drugs. Harmless stuff like weed and shrooms. Acid at most. He should’ve imagined you’d eventually try to stray into the drugs you swore never to mess with. Ice, dust, junk…He should’ve guessed something like this was going to happen. But he was busy. He was busy being Spider-Man, he was busy jumping between universes. He was busy helping others, but not helping you. Not when he knew you had it rough. That guilt consumed him. He was busy helping everyone else, but you. He was busy helping people from another universe, but not that one person who he considered his family, his world. And boy, that guilt was drowning him.

Was it good luck or bad luck when he found you? He couldn’t tell. He felt his blood turn cold the moment he saw you.

Despite the pale look on your face, and the dark circles under your eyes, but you looked so peaceful. Lying on a dirty mattress, eyes closed, mouth slightly open, relaxed face. You looked so beautiful in the most disturbing way. Thinner than what Hobie remembered. And so terrifyingly still. Were you alive and lost in some euphoric dream? Or were you dead? It was hard to tell. You didn’t seem to be breathing.

Hobie rushed to your side, and he quickly checked your pulse. He called your name, almost in a desperate cry as his eyes quickly teared up behind his mask with the most suffocating feeling of powerlessness and incompetence that he’d ever felt washed over him. You groaned in response, unable to form coherent words and simply stuck to noises, your mind was far too dissolved, drowned in heroine, trapping you in a haze.

He checked your pulse. He checked your breathing. Your eyes of course were almost completely black due to the high. And you had a couple of marks on your arms from needles. Hobie didn’t even dare to count them, the less he knew about your newfound addiction the better for him, or so he thought. He looked around and next to the mattress there were various classic heroine use paraphernalia, making Hobie’s throat close.

"No, no, no, no baby…" Hobie whispered as he stared at you as you lied there, relaxed and heavy in his arms. He pulled his mask off to better look at you. For you to look at him if you were there by any chance. "Not heroine, why heroine…" He whispered as he pulled you closer and kissed your forehead. "You knew heroine wasn’t to be messed with, one time is fine, two makes you an addict, sweet’eart…" He purred with his lips pressed against your skin.

"Hobie…" Gwen said gently touching his shoulder.

"We have to go," Hobie said at once as he carried you.

Once in his boathouse, Hobie gently set you down on his bed as he sat on the edge and stared at you attentively. His eyes looking miserable, as he caressed your cheek delicately.

"Hobie?” Pav said, slowly walking inside his room. "We’re very sorry…"

"I am too…" He murmured in response.

"Can we help?” Gwen asked softly.

Hobie was ready to tell them to leave him alone for a while, when he actually thought of something.

"Yes…"

He then gave them a short shopping list with food and over the counter painkillers and some medication for stomach issues. It seemed very random to them, but in that moment Hobie thought he’d keep you in his boat and help you through your detox. At least as long as he could. A week or two, to start, and from then, he’d improvise along the way.

His impulsive and spontaneous thought of keeping you there over the period of detox didn’t really prepare him for the absolute torture it turned out to be.

To him, it was terribly, awfully, agonisingly painful. Watching you suffer like that. The way you whined and curled up on his bed, crying in silence from the pain, dealing with the tummy issues. The nausea, the not being able to leave the bathroom, looking weak, constantly upset, the shivering, and awful ups and downs in your anxiety and your mood.

Everything hurt, your head, your limbs, every muscle in your body, your stomach, even organs you couldn’t exactly pin point where they were, now you could because of the sharp pain. Even the smell of food made you excruciatingly nauseous, and puke green bile across the room, even feeling nausea was painful. It was hell. You were dying, you were sure your entire body was shutting down and you were going to die in this aching hell. Too anxious to sleep, to weak to move, too nauseous to do as much as roll over on the bed, too shaky to even be able to hold things in your hands. Sometimes you didn’t even feel your limbs at all for hours.

He could only imagine how it was like for you. How it was going inside your head. But sitting and watching was awful for him. He wanted to help, and from an objective point of view he knew he was helping, but he didn’t want you to hurt. He wished time and time again that he was able to take that pain away from you. The first three days were the peak of your suffering. And there was nothing Hobie could do other than keep an eye on you and get you what you needed.

When the physical symptoms started to subside, when you were able to keep food in your stomach, and when you stopped complaining about everything hurting, the psychological symptoms began. The consuming guilt and anxiety, the fear of showing up at work or at your parents’ house, the fear of the disappointment. Pitying yourself, pulling yourself down into that depressive hole you’d been digging.

Crying every night before going to bed became a recurrent event. You crying your heart out as Hobie held you tightly in his arms, comforted you until you’d fall asleep. You cried several times a day, but the one before bed was always the worst.

And soon, it became a recurrent event. Hobie keeping you all in one piece, as you cried and your heart broke all over again. His long yet strong and warm arms managed to hold you together every single night. Soon, sleeping together became a habit. And more than a habit, soon, Hobie’s company became a better painkiller than the pills you took. His scent managed to soothe the nausea which was thankfully decreasing with every day. His warmth seemed to help you control the shivers and the goosebumps. His voice quieted down the mean anxious thoughts in your brain. His company drifted you to sleep for several hours without waking up with tachycardia and short breath.

Falling asleep in his arms became just the right medication, although the long term effects were still there. But they were much bearable. The mornings were the best time of the day. First thing in the morning, drowned in the aftermath of that sleepy haze, you’d always find yourself staring at Hobie.

He didn't like mornings, he wasn’t a morning person. But something about seeing him sleep, his face relaxed, thick lips slightly parted, and the dim sunlight hitting his face, making him look absolutely gorgeous. Had he always been this attractive? Easy, yes; he had always been an attractive lad. But had you always felt that feeling in your heart? That was new. And you were sure it was not the usual tachycardia you’d get from the drugs, but something Hobie did unconsciously.

"You know it’s real creepy that you stare at people while they sleep…” He whispered softly as he woke up slowly, opening his eyes slowly and seeing you staring at him with a subtle and sweet smile on your lips.

"Shut up" You chuckled.

"How are you feeling?" His voice was low and raspy, still creeping with sleep.

"Better…although that might change in a couple of hours" You sighed, already getting mentally ready for the awful up and downs in your mood and anxiety.

"I’m sorry"

"That my life now, I guess"

"It’ll get better…it’s been getting better hasn’t it?" He immediately added as he looked at you, slightly more awake, taking in the details of your face, as you were snuggled next to him, most of your body touching his, sharing the same comforting heat.

"Yeah I think so" You purred.

"Hey, I’ve got you, okay? Not letting you fall again into that dark place"He whispered, leaning forward, bumping his forehead against yours, as one of his hands caressed you cheek, making your heart skip a beat.

"Thank you" You closed you eyes, as you savoured this sweet intimate moment with Hobie.

"Don’t mention it, luv"

"But I mean it…" You whispered. "You’ve been basically the entire time here…keeping an eye on me…ignoring your Spider-Man duties…I’ve heard you argue with that Miguel guy over your watch…"

"He can fuck off," He said with a cheerful whisper and a chuckle "he’s got another hundreds of spider-people at his service, he doesn’t miss me, he just likes to be patronising…"

"I still appreciate it very much…" Your eyes opened slowly with your statement as you stared into his eyes, and he seemed to immediately get lost in yours.

"No problem…I’d do anything for you…"

You both stared into each other’s eyes. And something about his eyes was slightly different. The eyes you grew up looking at, those eyes you knew how to read perfectly, almost being able to read his thoughts, now had something slightly different about them. Something that made your heart race and your cheeks grow hot. Something Hobie saw reflected in your own.

And you both read each other’s minds. And you both leaned forward without having to be told. Closing your eyes, you felt your breath leave your lungs when you felt his warm lips against yours.

Hobie wasn’t by any means a slow tender guy, he was the passionate dude who knew how to use his tongue. Not this time. This time he felt the world stop, time stop, and all there was, was you. And he wanted to savour it. He kissed you slower than he was used to. The kiss was gentler than what he was used to. He was used to kissing strangers, perhaps someone he shared chemistry with, but never really someone he cared for as much as you. This felt far more special, far more unique. This felt like something he could get addicted to, and something he wanted to relive often.

As he broke the kiss slowly, catching his breath, he opened his eyes and stared at you as you remained with your eyes closed, still processing what you’d felt. He smiled and bumped his forehead against yours.

"I promise you, you’ll be alright, okay? I’ll make sure you’re safe and sound…even if it kills me" He reassured you.

"Please don’t say that," You murmured.

"What?" He chuckled.

"Anything that’s in some way related to you dying," Hobie chuckled, thinking your concerns were very cute, although very understandable as well.

"Fine…" He replied "I’ll make sure you’re safe and sound even if…it’s a near death experience…better?"

“No, not really…" You chuckled, "but I appreciate the effort

"Hey, you mean so much to me, you know that?"

"You mean mean so much to me too…"

[elisysd]

28. You’ve got a friend in me

Masterlist - Previously - Next

Chapter soundtrack: You’ve Got A Friend In Me - Randy Newman

Louis was so excited to see his sister. Not that he was never excited and happy when she was back home but today it was more than usual. He was ecstatic because she was bringing Romy. And he knew, he made research on his feelings, even talked to Percy about them and came to the conclusion that he was in love. It all started in Monza when he saw her in her racing suit, her blond hair flying around her face because of the wind, he thought she was really pretty. And when he saw her at the restaurant, she even came to talk to him. He didn’t know what to tell her, she was so intimidating, so he gave her facts about bees that he had read somewhere a few hours ago and she told him that it was interesting. She kept on talking to him until Kyle grabbed her hips and whispered something in her ear that made her giggle. She then waved to Louis and left him thinking that he had just met the love of his life.

He knew there was Kyle and that he might be a problem. But he also knew that when Romy would see how more interesting he was than the Lamborghini driver, she would ditch him. Of course he was way younger but he had read online about age difference and how sometimes, under certain circumstances it was not that bad. So he would wait until he was eighteen to ask her to marry him.

But still he had one fear that he couldn’t shake off no matter how hard he tried. He knew that he was weird and that people were always looking at him with a curious look when he was out with his mom and was wearing his noise canceling headphones. Romy didn’t act awkwardly with him but she was so cool and pretty and funny that he couldn’t help but think he wasn’t good enough. He would have loved to talk to his uncle Arthur about that, but he was away and so, there was only one person that was near him that could answer all of his questions.

Charles was working in his office when he saw the silhouette of his son making a few back and forth between the door of his office and the living room. He was fidgeting and Charles could hear his shallow breathing from afar. He stood up, and cautiously approached his son who was now on the sofa, his headphones on his ears and his head between his hands. Charles kneeled down before him and slowly made Louis look at him. The young teenager was doing his best to avoid his gaze, but didn’t say anything when Charles took off his headphones.

“Louis? Are you okay?” he asked.

“I’m sorry. I don’t want to be a burden. You are working. And mom always told us to never bother you when you are working.”

“Hey, you never are a bother. Never. You can come to my office whenever you feel like it. It’s always open for you.”

“It’s just… I wanted to ask you something.”

Charles was taken aback. It was the first time his son was coming to him willingly. He never was. He was always going to Julia first, then Lyanna and finally Arthur, who he was close to, making Charles often jealous of his brother and his bond with his son.

“Of course! Yeah! You can ask me anything! Anything, you hear me.”

“Well… it’s delicate but you are a guy and I would have gone to uncle Arthur first but I need an answer, so you are the only one that can answer me now.”

Charles tried his best to hold back a smile. Sure, knowing that he wasn’t the first person on his son's list in case of what seemed to be a boy problem, hurt a little. But still, Louis was coming to him. He couldn’t wait to tell Lya when she would be back.

“Okay, tell me. I’m sure we are going to find a solution to whatever is bothering you.”

“I think I’m in love. I did some research on the Internet and I have all the symptoms. My hands sweat when she is around, and there is weird stuff going on in my belly when I think of her. Google said that it’s like butterflies, which makes no sense because we don’t eat butterflies. And when she talks to me, I can’t help but blush. So yeah, I’m in love.”

Charles couldn’t help but laugh a little. He was proud to be the first one Louis would confide in when it came to that matter.

“Well, if she makes you like that she must be a really nice girl.”

“She is. I don’t want to tell you who she is yet but… Do you think she would accept me?”

“Why wouldn't she?”

“Because I’m weird.”

“No, Louis. You’re not weird. You are special and unique. Being different doesn’t make you any less worthy of love. And any girl would be lucky to have you.”

“You think so?” he asked.

“Of course.”

Louis stood up, soon followed by Charles. They awkwardly faced each other, until Charles gave up and engulfed his son in his arms kissing the top of his head. Louis didn’t react much at first and Charles was scared that he had overstepped his son’s boundaries. But after a while, he felt Louis hugging him back.

“I love you Louis. More than anything. I want you to know that. I’ll always be here for you when you need me. I know I haven’t always been the best to show you that but I love you.”

“Can you help me to make her fall in love with me?”

“It will be my honor.”

They spent an hour talking about what they could do. First, they would go to the hairdresser, Louis wanted a new haircut and Charles wanted to look his best for the Monaco Grand Prix. They would stop at the mall also, for some shopping and finally, Charles thought about bringing him to the bar to drink his first beer. He wondered about going to the arcade as well but knowing how the lights and the crowd could be, he gave up on the idea. He was delighted to spend the next day with his son, it would be the first time and he couldn’t wait. But he also knew that he could make a mistake at any time and he wondered if bringing someone else to tag along would be a good idea. Someone he knew Louis could be comfortable with and that happened to be in the same town as them.

When Ethan received a text from Charles he expected a lot of things but not an invitation to spend the day with him and his son. He contemplated the message, wondering what to answer. His relationship with Louis had taken a toll recently and it pained him a little. He really liked the young teenager. And he never thought that Charles would willingly ask him to spend time with him without Julia being around. But Ethan knew that if he wanted to make amends with the brunette, he had to get close to her dad and to Louis. Mostly Louis, he knew he was Julia’s weakness. So he quickly texted back Charles to let him know that he would meet them downtown to eat something before going shopping.

Charles expected Louis to be happy when he told him that he would spend the day with Ethan. But he was surprised to see his son closing off.

“I would have preferred Martin.” simply said Louis when Chalres asked him what was wrong.

“But I thought you liked Ethan.”

“Not anymore. He made Julia sad. If he really loved her, he would only make her smile.”

“You know… I made mom sad too. More than once. Because I was a stupid idiot unable to sort out his priorities. But that never meant I didn’t love your mom. Human relationships are complicated and messy. We all make mistakes but at the end of the day, it’s how you decide to make things right that matters.” Charles tried to explain.

“But why does it have to be complicated? Love is a happy feeling so a happy feeling should only attract positive things? Why does it hurt, then?”

“If only I had the answer, Louis… If only.”

“Still, I prefer Martin. He is nice and Julia is relaxed and she laughs when he is near.”

Of course, Charles knew about Martin’s crush on his daughter, he was not trying to hide it or if he did, he was doing a very bad job. But even if Louis was somehow right, in the sense that Julia seemed to be at ease around him, Charles could also see how she was with Ethan and most importantly how she looked at him. It was the same look he was giving to his wife. And that was enough for him to know that he didn’t have to mingle in their relationship. He could trust Ethan.

They spent more time talking and Charles realized that it was probably one of the longest conversations he ever had with his son. It was a bittersweet feeling but a move in the right direction. Progress was made and he hoped the day they would spend together would only increase and strengthen their relationship. They stopped when they finally heard a car parking in the driveway and Bailey happy barks, running towards the door, turning on herself with excitement. Charles held firmly her collar as Louis was opening the door right as Julia was hopping out of the taxi with Romy.

“Hello, Julia’s dad! Hello Louis! So great to see you!” Romy greeted them with a loud voice, engulfing Louis in a hug. He felt his cheeks burning as he tried to not move. When she finally let go of him, he readjusted his glasses with a shaking hand, trying to mask his discomfort.

“Hey Lou…” said Julia, approaching him.

Louis didn’t know how to act with his sister anymore. Was she mad at him because he was mean to Ethan? If she had to choose between him and Ethan, who would she choose? Did she still love him? All these questions made his head pound and he frowned. He was about to leave to go back inside when he felt his sister’s hand on his shoulder and her sweet voice telling him that she loved him and that she was happy to be home with him.

Once inside Louis helped Charles dress the table for dinner as the girls were settling down and when Julia came back, she was slightly surprised to see her dad and Louis laughing together, something she had never expected to witness.

“Did I miss something?” she asked, suspiciously.

“Your brother and I will have a boys' day tomorrow!” Charles announced.

“A boys’ day? Like together?”

“Your boyfriend is tagging along.”

“Ethan? Why?”

“Yes Ethan, unless you have someone else that I’m not aware of. I thought it could be a nice bonding moment.”

Julia shrugged as Romy was coming, her blond hair in a messy bun and still wet from her shower. She was hearing Kyle’s Lamborghini’s jumper, something Charles didn’t fail to notice.

“Betraying your team for Lambo? Seb will be happy to know.”

“I’m not Romy the driver, right now. I’m Romy, hopelessly in love with her boyfriend. Speaking of, can you take a picture of me? I want to send him.” she said, giving her phone to Julia and posing for the picture.

“You guys are disgustingly cute.” Julia laughed.

“I know! And you know what? I don’t care.”

Her mom came back right on time for dinner, she had spent the whole day in meetings for her mental health charity and was supposed to leave for New York right after the Monaco Grand Prix to talk to new and hopefully future sponsors. She was very happy to see her daughter feeling way better than the state she left her in and Julia swore that she saw her tear up when Louis told her that he would spend the next day with his dad and Ethan. The brunette couldn’t help but notice the little side glances Louis was giving to Romy and how he stuttered when she was telling him something and Julia couldn’t help but wonder if her brother didn’t have a little crush on her best friend, something she was quick to say to the German girl.

“Come on, that’s cute! Who never had a crush on your older brother or sister’s friends?” she laughed.

“I know it is. It’s sweet, but you know Louis. Please don’t give him any hopes…”

“I’ll try. I promise, I’ll be careful. So… about Ethan… He is going to spend time with your family, how do you feel?” Romy asked as Julia was setting the blankets on the mattress.

“He does what he wants.” Julia shrugged.

“Jul…”

“What? I’m not going to forbid him to spend time with them.”

“You know you’ll have to talk to him at some point. Especially since it’s Monaco and you know how crazy it gets here.”

“I’ll do it. It’s just… I don’t know how to talk to him.”

“Oh you know, sometimes you don’t have to talk to express what he makes you feel…” said Romy with a sneaky smile, wiggling her eyebrows and receiving a pillow in her head that made her laugh harder as Julia was starting to be as red as the Ferrari shirt she was wearing as her pajamas.

“Shut up, would you?”

The next morning, Louis was up very early, excited for his day. And he found his dad in the kitchen as excited as him. They ate breakfast as they were planning their day and were about to finally head out when Lyanna emerged from the bedroom right in time to wish them a nice day. She kissed her husband before giving him last minute instructions in case something was to happen to which Charles told her that she had nothing to worry about.

After getting their new haircut, Louis had insisted on having the exact same one as his dad, they headed out downtown to a restaurant where Ethan was waiting for them.

“Charles, Louis! Over here.”

Charles smiled widely as he walked to him, patting him in the back as Louis was reluctantly following him. They sat down, started to talk about the season as Louis was listening but not really participating until Ethan turned to him, a bag in his hand.

“I have a gift for you.”

“For me? What is it?” Louis asked.

“Open and you’ll see.”

Ethan was really proud of himself, he had to pull out a few strings from left and right but he knew that Louis would be happy. At least he hoped so. And seeing Louis’ face brightening almost instantly made him think that he was right.

“Is it what I think it is?” Louis said excitedly.

“Depends. What do you think it is?”

“The original spiderman comic books? Like, the first version. They are so rare. How did you find them?” he was almost crying from happiness.

“I have connections. And I wanted to offer you something to say sorry. Because I know that I hurt you by hurting Julia and it’s the last thing I want. I want my buddy Louis back.”

“Thank you Ethan. So much. I’m going to find them a nice place in my bookshelves and I’ll take good care of them, I promise.”

“I have no doubt you will. And I also wanted to ask if you would like to come to watch the race in Monaco in my garage? With your sister, obviously.”

“Wasn’t it enough to corrupt my daughter to support another team than Ferrari, you have to do the same with my son?” Charles joked, trying to wink at Ethan who laughed.

“No, Louis is smart. I know that if he wants to see winning cars he’ll make the right decision.”

“I would need to go to Lamborghini, then.”

“That’s amazing. I happen to know both of the drivers very well  and the Team Principal. If you want to go watch it from there, no problem, consider it done.”

Louis smiled a little and as if nothing had happened between them, started to talk to Ethan and tell him all about the comic books he had just received. And Ethan listened, asked questions and didn’t hesitate to incite Louis to talk more. And Charles found that amazing. For once, his son wasn’t so closed off and was not scared to be himself in public. He took pictures of the moment, for him to remember and to show Lyanna how their son was happy to which she immediately answered with an emoji with happy tears.

After the restaurant, they headed for the mall where they bought new clothes. Ethan had a sponsor event right before the start of the media day that he was supposed to attend, hopefully with Julia, and wanted a new suit. After finding what he wanted and helping Louis find new clothes that suited his personality a bit more, they left the mall before passing by a jeweler that made Ethan pause.  He apologized quickly to Charles and Louis, saying that he wouldn’t be long and went inside. He was welcome by the jewelry maker. Talking to him, Ethan suddenly got an idea that he developed to the man and left the store a few minutes later with a happy and proud face. When Charles asked him what he was doing, Ethan simply answered that it was a surprise for Julia.

They ended up strolling in the busy streets of Monaco that were getting ready for the Grand Prix until the late afternoon where Charles decided to pay them all a beer, making Louis promise to not say a word to his mother. A beer turned into two then three and soon Louis felt strangely happy in a way he had never been.

“Are you staying tonight for dinner or are you supposed to go somewhere?” Charles asked Ethan, still sipping on his drink.

“I don’t want to intrude.”

“I’m inviting you. And I need something that will distract Lya from seeing Louis in this state. She is going to kill me.”

“I’m sure she won’t. She will be happy to see him live a little. And I’ll have your back if something happens.” Ethan reassured him before they helped Louis to stand up and started to head back home.

Lyanna expected this day to be full of surprises but she was not expecting to see her husband, coming with his daughter’s boyfriend and his son that was looking fairly drunk. She didn’t have the time to ask about what happened as Charles started to explain everything from start to finish as Ethan was helping Louis settle down on the couch as Romy was bringing a glass of water while Julia was laughing a little.

“Well… tomorrow it will be your job to explain to your son why he has a pounding headache. And you should also go and take a shower, you don’t look very sober as well.” Lyanna said with a half-smile.

“I’m drunk on happiness, Lya. That is the best kind of drunk. “ he defended himself, taking his wife by the waist and spinning her around under the amused looks of the three young adults.

“I’m sorry about my parents, sometimes they act like stupid and in love teenagers.”

“I’d say they are cute. How long have they been together now? Twenty-five years?” Ethan asked.

“Something like that, yeah.” replied Julia, ignoring his gaze on her.

“You stay, Ethan, right? I’ve made enough food for a whole regiment.”

“It will be a pleasure, Lyanna.”

They sat down and spent the whole dinner laughing, as Louis was barely staying awake on his chair. Julia was a bit thrown off to see his dad and Ethan getting along so well, laughing together and teasing each other and she almost felt like she had fallen into a weird spatio-temporal dimension. Ethan fitted so well in her world, with her family and to know that everything was false made her sick in her stomach. Because if she was being honest, she didn’t know when they were pretending and when they were not. She didn’t know which Ethan she had in front of her and it was beginning to get tough on her. As the dessert was coming, a nice tiramisu, they had spent the whole afternoon preparing with her mom and Romy, Julia excused herself, pretending to have a headache and went into the garden to breathe a little.

She sat on the old swing that her dad had made her when she was a little girl and closed her eyes. Soon, she heard footsteps approaching her and her hand on the small of her back swinging her slowly.

“Did I overstep? Should I have refused your dad’s invitation?” Ethan whispered in her ear, making her shiver.

He stopped his movements, holding the swing close to him, his chest pressed against her back.

“I’m glad you are here.” she confessed.

“After you ditched me at the airport I wasn’t sure you would be happy to see me.”

“Are you mad? About what I did.”

“A little. But I know you by now. I’d like to think that it’s more defense mechanisms that make you act like that with me, than real hatred. Because I refuse to accept that you still hate me Julia.”

“I don’t hate you.” she said in a breath.

“Do you like me, then?”

She stood up, trying to move away from him but he was quicker and gripped her waist, pulling her to him as she turned her body to face him at the same time, resulting in her face colliding with his broad chest. She pressed her head against him, trying to breathe him in as one of her hands found its way to where his heart was rapidly beating. A part of her wondered if she was able to make his heart race as much as he did to hers.

“I like you. Probably more than I should, Ethan. That’s the problem, somehow.” she mumbled.

“How is that a problem?”

“You know why.”

And indeed he knew. He knew because he had constantly repeated to her that they were making things complicated and now she believed it. And he wondered if it had not been a mistake. He wanted to scream fuck complicated. He wanted the complicated, the tangled mess that it was going to be but he wanted it as long as she was by his side. Because she was making the complicated easier. They stayed in each other's arms, not saying a thing for a moment, before Lyanna called them, asking if everything was alright.

They came back home, her hand in his and she swore she noticed Romy capturing quickly the moment.They ate, Julia barely managing to hold the conversation and soon after Ethan said that he had to go, that the next day would be long. He confirmed to Julia that he was going to come pick her up before leaving a kiss on her forehead and headed out.

She soon said that she was tired and said her goodnight to everyone before going back to her room, soon followed by Romy. After changing into more comfortable clothes for the night and slipping under the covers, Romy felt the need to say something.

“When are you going to allow yourself to fall, Julia? Because this guy is head over heels for you…”

“He is not Romy.”

“You are idiots. Both of you. Frustrating and too stubborn to admit that you love each other, idiots.”

Author's note: A little earlier than expected since I don't trust tumblr to post this chapter on its own tomorrow. 👀 I think it's one of my favourite because it's Louis oriented and I love him so much. He deserved his own chapter. What do you think will happen next? Let me know your theories, I love to read them.

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You Asked Me To Hold You - Connor Daly/Alexander Rossi (Whumptober Day 1: 2023)

(Want me to write a specific Whumptober or Kinktober prompt? Send me a message. Preferably Indycar related)

Conor’s not really sure what happened, but suddenly he’s really fucking dizzy.

Okay, maybe he does know.

A combination of the podcast running late, the lunch place he’d stopped by being closed, a couple of drinks, and the intoxicating feeling of Alex’s arm wrapped around his shoulders and James up against his side when he got to the bar and now it’s all catching up with him.

James, ever perceptive, is watching him and not the football game. Conor sees his brow furrow and Conor tries to give a reassuring smile but, the world is spinning.

“Conor,” James reaches out, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“Dizzy,” Conor mumbles, swaying a bit in his spot.

He reaches out to put his beer down on the table in front and misjudges the distance, the glass skimming the edge of the table and hitting the ground, shattering into a million pieces.

The sound gets Alex’s attention away from the game.

“Conor,” Alex’s voice is laced with worry and Conor hates that. Alex is the solid one. He’s never worried.

Alex winds an arm around his waist, a steady presence against Conor’s sweaty skin.

“James,” Conor can tell that Alex is forcing his voice not to shake. “Ask the bar staff for a coke and whatever dessert they have.”

James nods slightly. He’s still watching Conor, concern etched on his features.

“James.” Alex says more forcefully, “It’s okay. Just go ask them.”

James leans up on his tiptoes, presses his lips once against Conor’s cheek, and then goes off to find the waiter.

“Don’t feel good,” Conor mumbles, legs shaking.

“I know, I know. I just want to get you away from this broken glass,” Alex murmurs, lips close to his ear, his arm tightening around Conor’s waist. “Can you walk?”

“Maybe,” Conor shivers.

“For the record,” Alex walks them slowly away from the glass, holding up most of Conor’s weight, “when you’re not about to pass out at my feet, you and I are going to have a little talk.”

“Accident,” Conor coughs.

“Later.”

Alex helps him to sit down against the wall near the bathrooms, away from the sounds of the bar behind them.

“You’re missing football,” Conor points out, head leaning back against the cool wall.

“Shut up,” Alex crouches down next to him.

Alex reaches into his pocket and pulls out a couple of hard candies.

“Eat this,” Alex unwraps it and holds it in front of Conor’s mouth.

“What mmf” Conor’s protest goes quiet as Alex presses the hard candy into his mouth and then sits down against the wall next to Conor.

“Alex-”

“Stop, Conor. Just eat the candy.”

Conor frowns at him, sucking on the candy, but doesn’t say anything.

In response, Alex rubs his thumb against the inside of Conor’s wrist and then laces their fingers together.

“Conor,” Alex says after Conor has finished the candy.

“Did you bring that candy for me?” Conor cuts him off.

“What?”

“The candy,” Conor shifts slightly. The world is spinning slightly less. A manageable amount. “Did you just have that in your pocket or did you bring it for me?”

“I always have them,” Alex ducks his head, “For you. In case.”

Conor raises an eyebrow.

“I just-” Alex looks away, “I googled what the symptoms were of Diabetic Hypoglycemia, and then I just started carrying these, in case.”

Conor smiles, “Aw look at that, Alex Rossi cares about me.”

But Alex isn’t smiling. “It’s important to me that you’re alive, Conor.”

“I know-”

”I don’t think you know.”

“I didn’t mean to not eat anything, it just happened.” Conor ducks his head.

“K well, not again.” Alex stares at him.

“Not again.” Conor agrees.

Alex nods and then he’s leaning in, so, so close. Conor closes his eyes. A brush of lips and then-

“They didn’t have coke.” James rounds the corner, “But they gave me Pepsi, so that should work.”

Alex groans, just quietly enough for only Conor to hear, and then pulls away.

“That’s okay,” He gets up to meet James, taking the Pepsi.

“How are you feeling?” James asks and then stops, shifting the ice cream to one hand. “Wait, how many fingers am I holding up?”

Alex scoffs as Conor pretends to squint. ”Four.”

“Correct.”

“Yeah, I’m diabetic not blind.” Conor rolls his eyes as James giggles.

They return to either side of Conor, taking turns offering him Pepsi and ice cream. And Conor feels better.

It’s 90% the sugar and 10% the feeling of Alex’s lips against his.

Disclaimer: I got all my info on Diabetes on Google so take it with a grain of salt. Just wanted Alex taking care of Conor.

[illicitlimerence-writes]

unplanned | c. leclerc

pairing: charles leclerc x unistudent!reader word count: 3.5 words request: yes/no by @spngi : "hey!!! can i please request charles angst and fluff imagine? charles leclerc x reader they date and then she finds out she accidentally got pregnant by him. she's freaking out and charles being cute as usual. thanks 💕💕" bestie i am literally so sorry this has been sitting in my inbox for months and i finally got around to writing it. i hope you like it! & by an anon: "hiii I love your writing! so could you write a CharlesxReader where his girlfriend is in uni studying to be a nurse and he always helps her and cheer her and one time they are studying together and he realises that she checks all the symptoms for a pregnancy? if she is pregnant or not that's up to you! thanks 💙" warnings: unplanned pregnancy (pls pls pls practice safe sex), vomiting and mention of other pregnancy symptoms, language, allusions to/mentions of abortion, slight panic attack. if i missed anything please let me know! a/n: yeah i don't know how to feel about this one. it's safe to say i do not have any sort of professional medical education and everything i wrote here is based on some basic five-minute google search i did.

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(look at this pretty baby)

the past few weeks had been hell. you’d been having constant headaches and back pains, your mood was erratic and unpredictable. and on top of everything, your finals were coming up.

there was one light at the end of the tunnel, though. charles was finally coming home after a race week. you hadn’t been dating for that long, coming close to the ten month mark, but you fell for him the second he laid eyes on you, the moment he stumbled on his words, a mess of french, english and italian blurring together to create an incomprehensible sentence. he was the sweetest guy you’d ever met.

you got up from the bed, everything hurt as you walked to the bathroom, with the full intention of taking a quick shower and making your apartment presentable in case charles showed up when he arrived in monaco. the problem was, you could barely stand. you felt weak, having to lean on the wall next to you as you stepped towards the bathroom. out of nowhere, you felt intense nausea taking over you, thankfully you’d arrived at the bathroom in time. 

getting back to bed was a difficult task. you felt your eyes getting heavy once you made it back, as if blinking was the hardest thing to do at the moment. your bed was full of books. anatomy, diagnosis handbook, physiology, everything you’d been learning for the past six months coming to a stressful end as your finals approached. you’d been spending every waking moment preparing for this exam, sometimes even letting hours upon hours pass before you ate something. maybe that was the reason you were feeling like this, your body was having payback for not taking proper care of it the past few days.

you leaned on your side, throwing the covers over your body, they were still warm from sleeping in them all night, yet somehow, you felt restless.

you’re studying to be a goddamn nurse, you should know what’s wrong with you, the emotional side of your brain said. meanwhile, the logical side rolled its eyes, this is what you get for not taking care of yourself. you didn’t want to listen to either side, so you extended an arm, grabbing the closest book and opening it where you’d left the bookmark, propping it against the pillows so you could catch up on some studying, you couldn’t waste a single second. even though your eyelids felt extremely heavy, you forced yourself to finish a page. or, tried to, at least. when you least expected it, your eyes closed on their own accord and you fell asleep instantly. 

charles was getting a little worried. he’d arrived a few hours ago and you hadn’t replied to any call or text he’d sent your way. he hated coming home to an empty apartment, he’d tried many times to convince you to move in with him, but you’d stood your ground, explaining that even though you loved him to the moon and to saturn, that was a big, important step that you wanted to take when you both felt ready, not because it was more convenient.

he understood, and after showing him some loving, he agreed. the trying didn’t stop, though, charles would always bring up the topic, a knowing, shit-eating smile on his face whenever you’d throw him a glance through narrow eyes. it was just too soon.

as charles dialed your number for the hundredth time, he felt small tingles on his neck, he was starting to get worried. he knew that your finals were coming up, and he knew that you’d probably spend all your free time studying, but he hadn’t received even a single text saying you were okay. so he jumped in his car and drove to your place. once he got up to your floor, he pulled out the key you gave him. it was a compromise he’d asked you to make, if you couldn’t at least live together, you could have easy access to each other’s homes whenever you needed. 

he got in, noticing your opened laptop sitting on the couch, the screen was black, most likely having run out of battery a while ago. he walked to the kitchen area, seeing a box of pizza on the counter, a few slices still there. his ears caught a peculiar sound, he frowned as he walked to your bedroom. his heart dropped to his stomach as he heard the unmistakable sound of you throwing up. he rushed past your bedroom, avoiding clothes scattered all across the floor as he ran. you’d left the door opened, and he instantly kneeled next to you, startling you.

“what’s wrong, love? you’re feeling unwell?” he asked softly, his fingers pushing your hair out of the way. there were silent tears running down your face, from the stress and desperation you felt at that moment. once you were done and feeling a bit better, charles helped you up, you cleaned your mouth and brushed your teeth, and you had to bite your tongue to avoid throwing up again, the usually relaxing smell and taste of the mint toothpaste felt unbearable at that moment.

one of charles’ hands was on your waist, circling your back as he held your hand with his free one. slowly, he led you to your bed, moving all of your books out of the way.

“how long have you been sleeping like this?” he asked, helping you down on the bed, throwing the covers over your body. you groaned in response, eyes shutting and eyebrows furrowed. “it’s okay, i’m here now. i’ll take care of you, mon ange,” he rambled softly.

“i’m okay, i-” you started, but cut off when you felt another wave of nausea. you squeezed your eyes shut, breathing deeply in hopes of making it go away. you could smell the scent of charles’ cologne, even from a distance as he ran to get you a glass of water.

“here, drink this,” charles said once he came back, lifting the cup up to yor lips, you took a few sips, not wanting to upset your stomach by drinking too much. “there. looks like i’m going to be your nurse for today, love,” he joked, and it made you smile. you scooted to one side, leaving enough space for him to slip in next to you. you snuzzled your head against his chest, the scent of his cologne invading your nose, somehow, this time, you didn’t feel the need to throw up or react badly. you smiled. you loved his cologne, and you didn’t want him to change it because you were sick.

“i love your cologne,” you mumbled, burying your face against his neck, inhaling.

“uh, thanks… i thought it would’ve worn off by now, i applied it in the morning,” he frowned, but didn’t think much of it. “since when have you been feeling like this?” he asked.

“like a week or so, it hurts to move, i feel like all my nerves are knotted together. the nausea and vomiting started today,”

“and the enhanced sense of smell?” he asked, and you chuckled at his description, as if it was a superpower.

“today as well,” you sighed. “i don’t know, i think it’s just stress. i have my finals coming up, i need to study and i… maybe i haven’t been taking good care of myself,” you admitted. keeping your face hidden so you didn’t have to see charles’ disappointed face. that was always his number one priority when he went away, that you didn’t let your school and work consume you completely, that you remember to care for yourself as much as you do for him.

“good thing i’m here now,” was all he said. “see? this is why you should move in, that way i can always be there for you.” if you had the strength, you would’ve rolled your eyes at him, “why don’t you sleep a little? i’ll be right here, i could order food. when was the last time you ate?”

“yesterday,” you answered, “i ordered pizza,”

“well, i don’t think you can eat pizza right now. i’ll order some soup, okay? do you have any medicine here?”

“no, i don’t want to take meds, i’ll just let it pass on its own,” you said, moving away from your hiding spot, eyes fluttering shut. “i need to study,” you groaned, trying to get up.

“no, no, you’re going to sleep,” charles held your hand, throwing an arm around your shoulders to push you back down, “look, you can’t even keep your eyes open.” he pointed out.

“but i’ve been sleeping all day,” you groaned, letting him pull you down and press a kiss to your forehead.

“no fever,” he whispered, making you smile.

“you’re really taking this nurse role seriously, are you?” you forced your eyes open, seeing a shy smile on his lips.

“sleep, my love. i’ll be right here,”

-

once you woke up, about five hours later, you noticed that the nausea was gone, your head wasn’t throbbing as it had before, and you could actually keep your eyes open and they didn’t feel heavy. but you were still feeling weak. you powered through it, walking out of your room and into the living room area, where charles was nowhere to be seen, he wasn’t in the kitchen, either. 

you walked to the fridge, feeling your mouth dry and needing water. you see a post it note stuck to the fridge door.

‘went out to get you chicken soup!!!!! stay in bed and do not open your books. i will help you study if you feel better later.

nurse’s orders :)))))))’

you laughed at his words, eyes scanning his perfect handwriting. you grabbed your water bottle and walked back to bed, not wanting to piss him off after he was being so kind and sweet to you. you only had to wait about five minutes before you heard the jiggling of keys, the sound of plastic bags and charles’ soft footsteps. you stood up again, walking to meet charles.

“what do you have there?” you asked, leaning against the doorframe of your bedroom. he turned, smiling.

“how are you feeling?” he placed the bags of food on the counter, placing his hands on your cheeks and lifting your head a little so he could inspect it. “better?” he asked, hopeful.

“better,” you smiled, charles sighed, shoulders relaxing at your confirmation, he threw both arms around your shoulders, eveloping you completely as he pushed you against his chest.

“that’s good. i told you you needed to rest some more,” he pressed a kiss on top of your head as he leaned back. “now you need to eat,” 

“i need to study,”

“after you eat. i’ll help you, i can ask you questions,” he raised his eyebrows, but you knew that it wasn’t an offer. he would help you in any way he could, as long as you took care of yourself, and also let him do the same for you.

“okay,” you agreed. you both sat on your couch, charles served the bowls of chicken soup as you picked a movie.

“what are we watching?” he asked. seeing the paused film with the disney logo.

“you’ll see,” you smiled, pressing play once he was sitting next to you. he chuckled as he heard the voice of lightning mcqueen. “it’s your favorite movie.”

“it is,” he nodded.

once the movie was over and your stomachs were full, charles grabbed your books to help you study.

“okay, which one first?” he asked, you pointed to one with a blue cover.

“diagnosis,” you leaned against the arm of the sofa, crossing your legs beneath you as charles imitated your position on the other side. he opened the book, you could see his confused face reading all the symptoms and things to look out for for each condition. “here, these are my notes,” you said, grabbing your notebook where you had made little summaries for each of them, making it easier for him to comprehend.

after a few rounds of him asking you to name all the symptoms for a condition, or asking you to name the condition as he listed the symptoms, things got interesting.

“pregnancy,” he said, looking at you. you nodded, looking up at the ceiling.

“missed period,” you started, charles nodded, “nausea, tender breasts, fatigue, dizziness, cramping, mood swings,” you continued, still looking at the ceiling as the words came to you easily. meanwhile, charles was frowning, staring intently at the words you’d written in your notebook. “headache, back pains, constipation,” you looked at him, “is that enough?” you asked, smiling. 

“what else?” he asked, his voice shaking slightly, he had his phone in hand.

“well… for example, if the person's period is late for more than a week it’s more than likely that it’s pregnancy, but it could also be something else,” you said, standing up and going to refill your water bottle. charles opened an app on his phone, the one with your synced period calendar. your were supposed to get your period two weeks ago, and he didn’t remember you mentioning you had it. “more sensitive sense of smell, cravings, of course, or loss of interest in foods the person used to like,” you said once you returned.

“oh,” he said as you sat down.

“what? what’s with your face?” you giggled, leaning closer to him, “you alright? i didn’t scare you with any of these?” you asked as you turned the pages of your notebook. “do you think you’re pregnant?” you raised an eyebrow, a cheeky smile on your face. it fell, though, when you saw his wide eyes. “what?” you asked.

“i- i… it’s just… the symptoms… are your symptoms…” he made big pauses between his words, “d-do you…”

“what? no! i- i can’t, i- i’m sure it’s just a bug…” you shook your head, frowning as you grabbed your book, flipping the pages until you got to the pregnancy section. “my period is-”

“two weeks late,” he showed you. your eyes widened, you felt your breath and heartbeat speed up as you grabbed his phone and checked the app.

“no, i- i- i can’t… i’m not ready,” you felt a chill run down your body, you looked down at your book, but the more you read the more it all started clicking in your head. “oh my god,” 

“hey, it’s okay, i’m with you. we’re not one hundred percent sure, but whatever you decide, i’m with you, okay?” he grabbed your hands with one of his, his free one went up to your face, he moved it so you were looking directly at him. “we’re in this together, okay?” 

“okay,” you breathed, fighting back the tears that were threatening to spill.

“oh, mon ange, come here,” charles pulled you close to his chest, where you buried your face and let the tears fall. “we’re going to be alright. no matter what, okay?” 

-

the smell of a sterile room never bothered you, the white walls of a doctor’s office never looked intimidating. a blood draw never frightened you. the results of an exam were never as nerve-wracking as the hours you spent waiting for the results of the blood test that would confirm a pregnancy. with charles being who he was, and you being who you were, a nurse student at the hospital, the on-call doctors sped up the results of your test so you could get them as soon as possible. 

as you waited, you held onto charles’ hand, your fingers were locked with his, and you gripped tightly as your leg bounced up and down incessantly. charles noticed, and placed a hand on your knee.

“we’ll be alright, don’t worry,” he said, swallowing a lump that was forming in his throat. you could tell that he was nervous as well, but was trying to compose himself to not freak you out.

“but what if..? we’re too young. and you- your career… and me, i- and we don't even live together...” you could form coherent sentences, you were rambling words that ran through your head without giving them a second thought. “we’ve never talked about this, having kids, and-”

“okay, then… let’s talk about it,” he nodded, clearing his throat. “do you want to have kids?” 

“i- i guess? i think i do, but… we haven’t been together that long, and i’m still studying and it’d be so difficult with our careers and-”

“hey, baby, baby, my angel, one thought at a time, okay?” he cut you off, leaning in to press a quick kiss to your lips. “we both want kids, that’s good.” he nodded, “i agree, i think we’re a bit young to have kids, but… i- i think we coud make this work, in case we truly are… expecting,” 

“you think?” you whispered, he nodded immediately.

“of course,” he said, “you’re not alone. you have me, and we have a great support system. we can find a way to make this work,”

“god, our families,” your eyes widened, “how are we going to tell them?”

“like i said… one thought at a time,” he said, you could tell he didn’t think about that before, he looked as nervous as you did.

“(y/n)? your results are in,” the obgyn called, you both stood up, walking to her office. “are you comfortable with your partner being in here?” she asked.

“yes. yes, please,” you nodded, gripping charles’ hand tighter. she nodded, giving you a small smile as she sat down, you both did the same, sitting on two cold chairs on the other side of her desk.

"okay. according to the results, you are six weeks pregnant.” she went straight to the point. something you both admired and -now- resented from the times you had watched her working. “we can discuss your options in a few minutes after i give you some time to talk about it." she offered. your back was stiff as she stood up and walked, leaving you both dumbfounded.

"pregnant…" you thought out loud, looking at charles who was just staring at the wall next to you. "charles?" you asked, and he turned to you with wide eyes.

"are we- we’re really having a baby?" he whispered.

"i-i don't know if i can do this," your heart was beating fast. you were too young, still had so much to look forward to, so many things left to do, and you two hadn't even been together for a full year officially.

"i'm with you whatever you decide to do, we're in this together, i'm not leaving you alone." his voice was shaky. the calm demeanor he sported outside was gone now that the news was actually here. 

"do you... think we- i-"

"we'll figure it out together." he reminded you. you felt relieved to have him by your side.

"we're so young and- your career-"

"do not worry about me. think about you. is this something that you want to go through? you have my full support for whatever you decide to do."

"i don't- i don't know." you felt your eyes burning as they filled with tears. "i don't know what to do."

"that's fine, it's okay. we can talk to the doctor about your options, okay?"

"do you want a baby?"

"i want you to be happy,"

"charles, please. i love you, but right now there's so much going on in my head, i need to hear what you are thinking as well."

"i think that... having a baby wouldn't be the worse thing right now," he said. "we could make it work, and we have so many great people around us who could help us with anything we need. what do you think? do you feel ready for this?”

“i… i don’t think i’ll ever be ready, but… i want this. i want this. do you-” you said, eyes wide as you looked at charles, who nodded enthusiastically.

“i do. i want this, too. we’ll make it work. we can do this.” he gripped both of your hands.

“we’re having a baby,” you whispered. “oh, my god, charles. we’re having a baby,” you smiled, after all the stress, the worrying, the doubts and concerns, you gave him a smile.

he stood up, pulling you up to your feet, he slipped his arms around your shoulders and pulled you to him. you circled his waist with your hands, burying your face in his neck as you let a few tears fall.

this time, the tears weren’t because of sadness, stress or anxiety. sure, you still had those feelings inside, but there was also joy, excitement and nerves in there as well.

“we’re going to be parents,” he mumbled against your neck, leaving a trail of kisses on your jaw, your cheek and finally, your lips.

“a mini you,” you smiled against his lips.

“or you,” he raised his eyebrows. “when can we find out?” he asked, eyes wide in excitement.

“in a couple of months,” you said, “i don’t think i want to know, though…”

“you want to wait?” he asked, you nodded, biting your lip. “i don’t know if i can handle the anticipation,”

“we’ll have to discuss it, then. we have many things to talk about when we get home…”

“home… wait, does this mean you can move in now?!”

“i love you.”

-

@spideyanakin

[yandere-kokeshi]

Yandere Bakugou Katsuki with a female darling who's on her period + a little scenario at the end

Request(ed?): Yes! - Hello, please ignore this if this is too uncomfy. Could i request bakugou with his girlfriend who’s on her period? This shit hurts and i need some comfort from my favorite yandere. Love your work :) — submitted by anonymous

Warnings: Stockholm Syndrome, talks about periods/blood, sex mention, cursing.

Author Note: I’m so sorry you're in pain, I know the feeling. Make sure to take some advil; drink plenty of water and stay in bed for a bit so you can rest. Maybe stretch, take a walk or do yoga! Those tend to help me. If I can do anything, please tell me!!

Katsuki knows a bit of periods, but as he’s the only child in his family; he never had sisters or his mom explain it fully to him, till he got older, dated a few women and started taking notes on what to do.

He’s very observant, and it’s almost impossible to hide something from Katsuki. So once you show signs of starting your hell week, he’s on you, asking what’s wrong while examining you for any injuries or signs of discomfort.

If you decide to tell him, his reaction is a deer in headlights, with a small worry in his face: ‘Ah. Sorry about that… What can I do to help?’

Now, if you decide to hide it and not tell him, but rather let him find out; he’s gonna be a wreck. He’s gonna be pulling at his hair, snapping at anyone at work as he browses Google to find out what’s wrong. Once he starts to put the symptoms into Google, it snaps like a key in a lock. He rushes to the nearest store, buying literally any sanitary products and snacks and rushes home. Once he comes in, he gives you a huge big crushing hug while whispering in your ear gently; ‘I love you, but sometimes you're an idiot. Why didn’t you tell me you were on your period? Well, get your ass on the couch while we watch some movies and I cook your favorite, m’kay? Love you so much, dumbass.’

Katsuki would take some time off hero work and stay home with you the entire week, he doesn’t care what others say. However, in a rare scenario, if he can’t; he will call you at his breaks and lunch, even coming over to cook you something and ask if you need anything.

He’d grab and cook anything you are craving, but he does check the food you eat/want and tries his best not to give you a lot of salty, sugarery, and dairy products.

He goes into full on protection mode, following you around. He gets irritated if you decide to climb up on the counter to get something, he will carry you in a bridesmaid way. He absolutely hates you not resting (staying in bed or the couch), saying ‘it’s a way to heal’ as if you were ‘injured’.

He will run you a lot of baths, even offer to go in and wash your body and hair so you don't ‘strain yourself more as you’re already hurt’.

He’s surprisingly okay with your mood swings, but very confused. He tries his best to be supportive, get you anything you need, but he can get a bit irritated sometimes. Though, he tries his best to not yell or snap back at you; he keeps reminding himself that you're in a lot of pain and have a lot of stress on you at the moment, that clearly you don’t need any more of that.

If you’re having a hard time sleeping, either with cramps or just can’t sleep because of insomnia; he will offer to massage your back, take a midnight walk around the neighborhood with him or get you some sweets that he knows you would be craving.

He’s your personal heating furnace, he’s always warm; mostly walking around the house either with no shirt or shorts and a sleeveless shirt. He often pulls you into his lap, massaging your lower back, hips, and stomach while talking about things to ease your mind.

Whenever you cry, he never mocks or makes fun of you. He just grabs you, cuddles you while rubbing your back and stomach, while kissing your neck to try to calm you down.

As he’s a pro-hero, he’s a very light sleeper; meaning if he hears, sees you groan or yelp out in pain, he’s up in a second, asking what’s wrong and what he can do to help. He worries a lot about you.

The bathroom is filled with whatever you need: tampons, pads, a menstrual cup, or period underwear. He’s not ashamed of buying it, nor telling you that there’s more stocking under the sink.

He will try his hardest to make you laugh or smile, even though his humor is at times dry and sarcastic; he will push further to make sure your okay and comfortable, it makes him upset that he sees you in pain and can’t take it away immediately

He’ll try to suggest working out, doing yoga, or having sex as Google said it was helpful. However, if you don’t want to, he won't bring it up again till you want to.

He’s never disgusted at this topic, he knows it’s completely normal and never gets embarrassed whenever you bleed onto the blankets, clothes or sheets.

Always reminds you that it’s okay for you to wake him up or call him if you need something, even if he’s at work or it’s 2am.

—

You woke up in immense pain all over your body, sweat drizzling down your forehead and cramps zap through your legs. As you moved to go into a more comfortable position, you realized that not only you bled through your undergarments and shorts, but the blankets and sheets.

As you sighed and sat up, remembering that you had a bunch of home chores to do before Katsuki came home; you huffed out, loudly.

You got up, used the bathroom, took some meds and started to work on the chores, including changing your clothes and sheets.

-

“I’m home.” Katsuki yelled, yet nobody replied back. Usually you would run up to him, hug him while kissing his face about missing him. But you were nowhere to be.

As Katsuki took off his boots and hero custom, yelling out your name again yet, you still did not reply.

His heart started to race, thinking the worst scenarios in his head. As he walked upstairs towards the rooms, he started to check each room; opening the doors, peeking in then huffing like a bull.

Once he reached the shared bedroom, it wasn’t hard to hear the loud whimpering and sniffling coming from the bed.

“Hey cheeks,” Katsuki huffed out, closing the door as he walked towards the bed. “You okay? Scared me when you didn’t kiss me to death.”

You laughed while nodding, but groaned right after.

As Katsuki sat beside you on the bed, he lifted the blanket towards him to see you curled in a ball.

“You sure? Seems to me like you're almost dying,” Katsuki added right after he moved the blanket.

“Are you sure you're okay baby?”

You huffed out loudly, pushing out a small ‘no’.

“Don’t tell me you’re sick, do you have a fever?” He added.

He brushed his hand over your forehead to check your temperature, yet he frowned as it was a bit hot.

“No, m’ started my period,” You whined in response, “didn’t get to finish chores today. Sorry.”

“Baby, don’t apologize. Don’t worry about those, you could've called me.” Katsuki stated, yet with such soft eyes that were only shown to you.

“Can I do anything to help you?” He asks, not knowing what to do besides wanting to crawl into bed, hug the pain away.

He leans in towards you, kissing your forehead and between your eyes, making you smile a bit.

“Could you maybe crawl in with me? ‘M wanna sleep for a bit.” He nods in response, lifting the blanket and crawling under while kissing your cheek. “Do you want me to rub your tummy?” You also nod in response, rolling over to put your face on his chest.

As he moves his hand in a rhythm on your stomach, he starts to lay his head on the top of your head, kissing your forehead while looking at you with such doe eyes; reminding himself of how lucky he got to have you.

“Tell me if you need anything else, m’kay?” He says as he starts to work his other arm on your hips, slowly rolling them to help you relax more.

Slowly, you started to drift off, making small snores as you rolled more into Katuksi’s chest; making him chuckle loudly.

“Thank you” You said quietly, but clearly Katsuki heard it loud and clear due to his soft smile planted on his face. If anyone dared to see how he smiled, laughed, even wheezed in front of you; he’d be hella embarrassed. But for you? He’d let it go, but maybe as a price for a kiss. He loves you to dear, just as much as you do.

—

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[akakeiiji]

Headcanons for how the boys will react or what will they do when their S/O is sick but hides it from them? (For Tobio, Bokuto, Oikawa, Ushijima, Iwa) please

-`,✎ Kageyama, Bokuto, Oikawa, Ushijima and Iwaizumi’s reaction to you hiding your fever from them

Kageyama Tobio

You would arrive at school flushed and tired, dressed in many layers but your ever so clueless boyfriend wouldn’t actually suspect anything

He’d greet you as usual and ask if you were cold or something despite the relatively warm weather

You didn’t want him to worry though so you just agreed with him and went on with your classes like normal

As the day went on though, your symptoms would start worsening

During lunchtime, you wouldn’t have the energy to leave your desk

Kageyama would go looking for you when you failed to arrive at your usual meeting place and found you fast asleep in your classroom

He’d scoff and call you a dumbass to himself but when placed his hand on your head and felt your warm temperature the small smile on his face would immediately turn into a frown

He’d shake you awake and the first thing you’d see is his concerned face

“Are you an idiot or something?”

He’d pull you up and support you as he walks you to the nurse’s office his admirers would stare at you two angrily the entire time

you can’t tell me he doesn’t have at least a few fangirls, i mean have you seen him??

He’d lecture you angrily the whole way to the infirmary

Though he’d mostly just be repeating “Dumbass!” and “You should have told me.” over and over again because he’s so worried and can’t focus on forming coherent sentences

You were sent home obviously and Kageyama would wait by your side at the infirmary the whole time till your ride came to take you home

He’d still be pouty and grumbling, upset over the fact that you forced yourself to school

But at the same time, he’d be feeding you a bit of your lunch, little by little so as to not upset your stomach

Once you were home, he’d be even more distracted and antsy during class than ever before

He wouldn't even be thinking of volleyball, just of you

HE’D SKIP PRACTICE FOR YOU

THE KAGEYAMA WILLINGLY MISSES PRACTICE FOR YOU, CAN YOU BELIEVE IT

He’d stop by the gym though and ask Sugawara or Daichi what he should get for you because he has no idea what to get sick people

He’d buy you your favorite snacks and drinks on the way to your house and spend the evening with you

He doesn’t really know what to do tbh, you’d have to instruct him on how to help you

He doesn’t get sick very often and whenever he does his sister usually takes care of him so he’s never been in the position of caring for someone else like this

But he tries his best and that’s what matters

He’s just an adorable little blueberry okay? Pls protect him

Bokuto Koutarou

Your disheveled appearance and lethargic state would literally fly over Bokuto’s head

He’s mainly focused on how happy he was to see you again, like how he always is in the morning before class

After a while though, Bokuto would notice that something was off

He’d tilt his head to the side and ask you if you were okay, concern evident in his eyes

You could already see Bokuto’s reaction if he found out how sick you actually were so you just told him you were a little tired

He’d frown and tell you not to overwork yourself,  he’d then pull you into his chest to hug you in hopes that it would cheer you up or give you some energy

He’d freeze though, feeling just how high your body temperature was even through your layers of clothes

He’d pull you away and examine your face and finally realizes just how sick you were

Panic ensues

I shit you not, Bokuto would literally scoop you up in his arms and carry you all the way to the infirmary

“MAKE WAY PEOPLE, EMERGENCY HERE!”

“KOUTAROU! YOU DON’T HAVE TO CARRY ME—”

Akaashi would be walking to class and witness this scene from afar and just nope the fuck away from you two

He is literally so concerned, he knows that you just have a fever but he still can’t help but worry

He wouldn’t leave your side the entire time while waiting for your ride home, his hand never leaving yours

He’d beat himself up over the fact that he didn’t notice that something was wrong right away

He’d be in dejection mode the whole time during the rest of classes, his hair would get droopy and his little pout would never leave his lips

He’d spend most of his classes staring out of the window, sighing wistfully, thinking about you

He’d try to function normally and go to practice but Akaashi—knowing that it would be virtually impossible to pull him out of his moods this time—would send him home

He’d be moping the whole way home before an idea suddenly popped in his head, he should just visit you!!

He’d run all the way to your house, practically bouncing with anticipation

He’d be like a loyal puppy as he takes care of you, he’ll bring you literally anything you need, just name it and he’ll find it

He doesn’t care if you’re sick, he’s going to hug and kiss you all he wants

Needless to say, he ends up catching your fever as well and you two end up sick together

The volleyball team goes to visit you two after classes the next day and you two are basically just two red-nosed, lumps wrapped in blankets and heating pads

Konoha still has pictures and likes to show it to the team when they get sad

Oikawa Tooru

Good luck trying to hide your fever from him, he may not look like it but he’s hella perceptive even outside of the court

He’d wait by your lockers as usual in the mornings, probably chatting (and failing to wave off) some fangirls when you’d walk in wearing a thick sweater and wrapped in a scarf to hide your face

The small smile on his face would drop and he’d immediately be by your side, examining your face

“Tooru, what are you doing—?”

He’d place a hand on your forehead—ignoring your protests—and click his tongue, a hand coming up to rest on his hip

“What am I doing? What are you doing? You’re obviously sick.”

Dramatic brat, i love him so much

He’d grab your hand and march you all the way to the infirmary, telling you off the entire time

He’d tell you all about having to take care of your body and prioritizing your health over studies or something, as if he were such a great example of taking care of one’s body but you decided not to bring that up

He’d kind of be like a mom really as he watches the nurse take your temperature, his arms crossed and a concerned look evident on his face

You were obviously sent home not even after fifteen minutes of being in school

Oikawa would seem normal to most people, going about his day like usual but those who know him well can tell that he was bothered

His foot would be tapping rapidly the entire time during classes, his eyes always drifting to his watch to check the time

The minute that classes were dismissed, Oikawa was on his feet, bag already packed and ready, practically sprinting out of the building

“How’s my little patient doing?”

He’d refrain from kissing and hugging you though, unlike Bokuto he has some semblance of self-restraint despite wanting to do it sooo badly

He missed you a lot

Okay, fine, he gives a few kisses here and there

After taking care of you, making sure you ate and drank and stuff, Oikawa would fill you in on all the stuff you missed during classes

If you had the energy, he’d tutor you on all the lessons you missed

He’d also be the type to spoon-feed you your favorite food or soup, even if you insist that you could feed yourself he will still do it no matter what

A firm believer that laughter is the best medicine so he tries his best to keep your mood up

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Another clueless baby

He isn’t the best at reading people—especially outside of the court—so he doesn’t really notice anything wrong at first

He’d pick you up at your dorm like usual so that you could have breakfast together

You’d be visibly sluggish and flushed but he’d just assume you were tired or overworked

“Did you not get any sleep last night?”

You’d just wave him off, telling him that you were perfectly alright and that he didn’t need to worry

He would drop the subject but would make sure to keep a close eye on you

You wouldn’t eat much at all during breakfast which would just feed more to his worries

Then while you two were walking to class, you started getting lightheaded and had to lean on the wall for support

Ushijima was able to catch you as you stumbled, a deep frown on his face as he takes you to the infirmary, practically carrying you the whole way

“Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?”

He immediately disregards the fact that he’s gonna be late for class and stays with you at the infirmary

It isn’t obvious but anyone who knows Ushi well can tell that he’s really concerned and worried about you

The nurse instructs him to bring you back to your dorm and head to class

He only does the latter and literally skips classes for you

You would try to get him to go back to class but this boy is stubborn, he doesn’t want to leave you alone and wants to take care of you

I say take care of you loosely, he’s just like Kageyama, he has absolutely no idea what to do

He knows he needs to get medicine, get some food and water in you and stuff but asides from that he’s clueless

He’d go to Google and you two would spend some time researching on how to properly care for someone sick

You two end up falling into a rabbit hole of weird articles and get distracted

Ushijima will make sure you never have to leave your bed except for when you need to use the bathroom, he doesn’t want you up

Most of the time would be spent in silence, you two doing your own thing because Ushijima wouldn’t want to risk catching your fever

He has to take care of his body okay? He can’t play if he’s sick so he’s probably going to wear a mask when he’s with you and will always have a bottle of rubbing alcohol with him at all times sakusa is proud

He wouldn't get upset over the fact that you hid your fever from him but he just doesn’t understand why you chose to hide it from him and force yourself to go to class

When you explain that you don’t want to miss any of your lessons and fall behind, Ushijima would just shake his head and tell you a matter a factly that you need to take care of yourself

“Your health should be your top priority, (Y/N). Next time you’re feeling unwell just tell me.”

HE CARES SO MUCH OKAY, PLEASE MY HEART

Iwaizumi Hajime

You are not going to get past Iwaizumi and you knew that so you’d try to avoid him the morning before class

Iwa has a sixth sense when it comes to these sort of things, it’s how he always knows when Oikawa is overworking himself or when his teammates are down

He’d immediately seek you out and once he sees you he can tell that you’re sick instantaneously

I feel like Iwa is an older brother and knows the symptoms when he sees them because he takes care of his siblings all the time

He’d touch your forehead, throw his blazer over you and rush you towards the infirmary

He starts lecturing you immediately, calling you an idiot for not taking care of yourself but you know he means it out of love

He’d give you a list of instructions to do when you get home, typing it rapidly on his phone at the same time making sure to send them to you in case you forget

“—drink a lot of water okay? Make sure you have a bottle by your bed. I’ll come by after classes, just text me if you need anything, I can drop by the store on the way.”

Basically Iwa is a super mom, okay? He knows just what to do for fevers, he knows the best medicines to use and the best food to eat

He may not seem like it but he is super caring also probably the most normal out of these boys

He’d check his texts after classes and as promised, would drop by the store and buy whatever you asked for along with stuff you need to deal with fevers (electrolyte drinks, meds, soup, etc.)

He’d walk into your room and immediately check your temperature and make sure you’ve already eaten and have been drinking water

He’d use more traditional home remedies to help you get better because that’s what his family always did

He’d also take out a Vicks vaporub and start slathering you in that shit

Half-Filipino Iwa? Half-Filipino Iwa.

He’d be like Ushijima and try to keep his distance from you at the same time, he doesn’t want to catch your fever

But at the same time he always finds himself back by your side, he just can’t help it

Constantly asks you if you’re okay, if you need anything, if the room is too hot

He’ll do anything to make your life a little easier and make sure you’re comfortable and resting well

His main priority is to get you up and well in no time, he doesn’t want to see you bedridden any longer

Basically Iwa is the epitome of “aggressively cares for you”

It may not be obvious but Hajime has one of the biggest hearts in the series and he deserves the literal world 

i love him so much please i can literally write a whole essay about how much i love this boy

[harvestleaves]

Blaine’s Wheezy Warbler

Prompt by Anon: Blaine being overprotective of Kurt 

A/N: Kurt has asthma and Blaine finds out during their time at Dalton and starts going overboard researching the disease.  I might make a chapter 2 if anyone is interested.  It can also be read on Ao3 here.

Rating: G

Word Count: 712

Kurt let out a small sigh of relief as their Friday afternoon Warbler rehearsal ended, smiling as he watched Blaine approach him from across the room.  He hadn’t been feeling well, and didn’t want to go full out, so he’d mouthed the majority of the words to Hey Soul Sister, hoping no one had noticed his raspy, wheezy breaths.

“Hey, are you okay?  You didn’t really seem yourself today,” Blaine frowned as he set down his bag before taking a seat next to Kurt, taking in his pale complexion. Well, paler than normal complexion and flushed cheeks.

“Oh, yeah.  I’ve just been a little tired lately.  This curriculum is no joke,” Kurt tried to joke with a laugh, a laugh that was cut by him starting to cough.

Blaine’s eyes widened in concern at the sudden change in Kurt’s demeanor, his usually perfect posture doubled over as he coughed, deep wheeze filled coughs as he gestured to his bag.

“Your bag?  Wh-what am I supposed to be looking for?” Blaine asked, snapping out of his surprised stupor as he reached for Kurt’s leather bag, and opening the main compartment, not seeing anything other than a few notebooks, pencils, and a textbook.

“In-inhaler.  Fr-front compartment,” Kurt finally managed to wheeze out, motioning to the small zippered pocket, which looked like it would be mostly used for decoration if it wasn’t for the slight lump the inhaler made.

Blaine chose not to comment on that new nugget of information at that moment, instead pulling out Kurt’s inhaler and passing it to the taller male, completely at a loss for what he was supposed to do to help.

Kurt took the device from Blaine and made quick work to shake it and bring it to his mouth for a puff of the medicine, the other male making a mental note of what Kurt had to do to get the inhaler to work.

Settling his hand on Kurt’s upper back, Blaine gently rubbed small circles over the blazer, waiting for the wheezes to clear slightly before speaking again.

“You have asthma?  Why didn’t you tell anyone?” Blaine asked, unable to keep the slight hurt from his voice as he looked at Kurt.  Sure, the taller male was still new to Dalton, but he thought he’d gained enough of Kurt’s trust for the other to be honest with him.

“I do.  And to be honest, I’m kind of bad at remembering I have it.  So, I just didn’t think it was important I guess,” Kurt shrugged as he slid the inhaler back into his bag before turning to look fully at Blaine.  “Just, please don’t tell anyone.  It’s not that big of a deal.  I promise,” Kurt said hopefully, feeling guilty for making Blaine worry.

“Okay, I won’t tell anyone.  But you are going to.  Before the competition next weekend.  Please?” Blaine asked, figuring he’d use that weekend to research all he could about asthma so he was better prepared in case Kurt needed him.

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Blaine didn’t mean to fall down the WebMD rabbit hole, he really didn’t.  But, it was all too easy as his quick Google search of asthma brought up symptoms, types of medications that were commonly used, triggers, and what to do if he saw someone having an attack.  That last one may or may not have included Blaine writing down notes into his phone so that he’d have them on hand on the off chance Kurt had another attack.

It also practically took every ounce of his being not to make the 1 1/2 hour drive to Lima to talk to Kurt, deciding to give the other some space for the weekend.  But as Monday’s Warbler rehearsal rolled around, Blaine found himself double checking that their rehearsal space had been dusted and that Kurt was wearing a scarf that morning.  Not the flimsy fashion kind, but the thick knitted variety that would help block the chilly November air from irritating Kurt’s lungs.

As much as Kurt wanted to be annoyed by Blaine’s obvious mother-hen imitation, he couldn’t help the warm fuzzy feeling that rose in his chest at his friend’s concern, and he knew that he was going to be just fine at Dalton because he had great people looking out for him.

[ninjakitty15]

Souper Heroes

Midgardians had to be the most fragile little dominant beings of the realms. It wasn’t enough that they had such short lifespans, they were also so easily breakable and susceptible to any pathogen that came their way. It was a wonder they somehow existed as species as long as they have, there were many that had bets they wouldn’t last beyond the Dark Ages and the Black Plague. On top of the many many many kinds of ailments a mortal could get on this meager realm, only some of them had cures or antidotes and of those cures not all of them worked one hundred percent of the time every time. Basically a mortal’s health was a gamble in and of itself. Loki was all for games and tricks but this kind of game he desperately needed a win for as he was almost all out of tricks for it.

It had started with a sore throat that his beloved and only Midgardian had already written off as just a tickle or scratch from talking too much at work. It was not just a sore throat though, that was for damn sure, as not much later than that came into the equation, a cough had started shortly after. A cough that couldn’t be written off as anything other than what it was, the beginning of many more symptoms Loki was struggling to keep track of. Honestly, how the helheim did these creatures last this long? It wasn’t more than a day after the first few signs appeared that they were bedridden which caused the already stressed god of tricks more distress as they were always so lively and animated about even the silliest things like the latest Netflix show to binge or a new podcast about true crime coming out. Now they were too sick to even keep their eyes open long enough to watch the next episode. 

“It’s just a flu and I already called in sick at work so you don’t need to worry too much about me. I just need soup and sleep and a fuckton of tissues...maybe a clear path to the bathroom too just to be safe.”

For a moment Loki felt relief, didn’t sound too serious, at least not serious enough to need serious medical attention. He seriously didn’t want to have to call Dr. Banner or even worse Dr. Strange to take care of his mortal, they were the most dangerous of the team yet claimed to be certified in helping heal people. Somehow he didn’t believe that was completely true. But then Loki realized something that could and would be a large drawback to not needing medical help...he had no idea what soup his partner needed and more importantly how to make it as his partner was the cook of the two of them. Oh sure Loki had tried time and time again to return the favor, first with magic which proved to be entirely a tangible illusion as while it often looked as marvelous and delicious as he remembered from his time in Asgard, it had all the flavors of typical British cuisine or pasta water. His partner, who had agreed to be nothing but honest with the god of lies had once said it was something Flanders would love at least. The Simpsons character, not the people in a certain region of Belgium. None the less, after binge watching the Simpsons with them, Loki decided magic definitely wasn’t the secret ingredient in his partner’s cooking. So he tried the old fashioned way after that experiment went wrong only to find it was even more complicated between cooking and baking. Baking was an exact science it seemed between what ingredients mix and react well together and how long or hot you’re baking the concoction. Cooking however was a whole different story as it was both a science and an art and Loki quickly found out he could only be one or the other but never both at the same time. 

Before he could even turn on the oventop however, he needed the right ingredients for the right food to make his partner feel better. Upon thorough research of many cookbooks and google searches, most of the ingredients were in fact quite simple to come by at any given grocery store, thank the Norns. Broth, vegetables, maybe some noodles and white meat (not babies, the other white meat his partner would always joke when meat was on the table). In the guise of a normal bloke in normal Midgardian clothes (a sharp, well fitted suit and pants of course, he was still a gentleman, not a Neanderthal in a hoodie and denim), he portaled to the nearest store and collected as many of the ingredients as he could find. All except of course a few small yet important ones he was absolutely certain couldn’t be replaced, substituted, or just left out. Honestly, what kind of grocery store doesn’t have ginger or turmeric? The answer was apparently most of them as there seemed to be a shortage since the last pandemic sucked the stores dry with so many people believing it was a super root that cured all flu like viruses. Spoiler alert, that did nothing. For some reason there was also a shortage in another important ingredient he desperately needed, green onions or was it scallions? Loki couldn’t understand why there was so many different names for literally the same food within the same bloody language, like why did the English call one veggie aubergines when Americans called it eggplants? Or what about turnips and rutabagas? No wonder they were always at war with each other when they can’t even agree on the same name for food, let alone land or other important ideals. 

Fed up with not finding all the ingredients within reasonable distance of their home and not feeling like shop hopping every bloody store he could find for them, he decided the best results had to be at the source where the damned food originated from. To Asia then! Thank the Norns for Allspeak or Loki’s already limited supply of patience would be stretched thinner than drum skins at trying to find where ginger and green onions were grown and plentiful. Allspeak and being a shapeshifter absolutely helped considering he would’ve stuck out like Thor in just about any other setting that wasn’t Asgard. Loki made note during his ingredient search to come back to China when he wasn’t on a mission of utmost importance to sightsee all the ancient sites, he especially felt compelled to study the many spots with dragons on or with them and how they were often associated with emperors, maybe the Chinese were onto something there. Alas he had an ailing lover to attend to and once he collected the right amount of the freshest plants he needed, he was on to India for the turmeric. India proved to be even more fascinating a country than China was, the culture, the architecture, the history, the colors but most importantly the spices which is what he was there for after all. He also picked up a few boxes of loose tea perfect for settling the stomach, soothing the sinuses, and boosting the immune system as apparently you can’t be too cautious with such fragile creatures.

Loki teleported back to his partner’s apartment as soon as he collected everything necessary to nurse them back to health and immediate went to work making them the soup and tea, the “locals” were especially kind enough to give him detailed instructions on how to make the perfect flu busting soup while helping him find the produce. In less than an hour’s time, everything was prepared and tasted to perfection before he hastily entered the darkened bedroom that his partner was resting in or had been as they were currently watching true crime on Netflix when he entered and Loki arched an eyebrow while listening to the narrator talked about the gory details of yet another unsolved murder of the 70′s. Upon hearing these murders were yet again also mostly children snatched right under their parents noses, Loki had to remind himself that while cops were still not the brightest tools in the crayon shed, their methods of solving crimes when they weren’t racially profiling people and actually doing their job had advanced since then. Loki glanced at his partner completely engrossed in the even more gruesome details like they didn’t know what would happen next considering it was an unsolved case. He cleared his throat right when pictures of the victims’ remains were shown on screen and held up his tray of lunch and snacks, his partner’s face lighting up at the sight of freshly prepared and delightfully scented food. 

“Whatcha got there?” his partner asked excitedly.

“A guaranteed cure to your ailment, my love,” Loki replied smoothly.

His partner eagerly took the tray to their lap and swallowed a spoonful of broth and produce hungrily as their stomach had been emptied repeatedly throughout the day and thus needed anything at this point to fill it. A low, appreciative moan escaped their mouth before they swallowed and took a sip of the tea as well, holding the mug under their nose to breathe in the herbal steam.

“I thought all the local grocery stores were still short on green onions,” the ailing mortal mused.

“Oh I assure you they still are, lucky for you I have other sources to work with,” Loki replied with a grin.

“Take a trip downtown to Little China, did you?” they guessed. “Thought you didn’t like that going into the city.”

Loki’s grin morphed into a quizzical scowl then. “I didn’t go there, you can be sure of that.” The China he went to definitely wouldn’t be considered little but now he was miffed he didn’t try there first.

“What about that Asian marketplace in Brighton? The one where you can get Ramen and bubble tea next to it? They somehow always have everything when other stores have shortages, you gotta take me there sometime and we can do a ramen date.”

Loki had to remind himself not to throw something, anything within his grasp at his lover as they were already in poor condition and he was too much a gentleman to kick a bitch when it’s already down. Two nearby places he could’ve gone in less time than it took sifting through people and markets trying to find the perfect recipe for his lover. “Perhaps when you’re better I’ll take to you my sources, for now eat your soup and rest up and perhaps watch something less...true and more settling to give your digestive system a chance. Honestly, how have your species survived this long, you’re like potted orchids, if you weren't so pretty to keep around I’d have defenestrated you into a snow bank.”

“Thank you for taking care of me and not breaking any windows or bones doing so, you’re the best boyfriend ever!”

“Should bloody well hope so, I’d go to the end this world and back for you.” Again.

“You really don’t have to do that though.” Clearly. Loki wished he had been told that before he already searched the world for a few damn plants and spices he could’ve easily gone a few towns over for.

“It’s too late for that,” muttered Loki. “Good night, don’t let the stomach bugs bite.” Next time this happened he was getting Campbell’s canned chicken noodle soup and calling it a day. Insufferable little orchids mortals were.

[elisysd]

Gold Rush sneak peek

I feel bad towards the anon who wanted a glimpse of the relationship of Charles and Louis. 🥺 Here is another one…

Charles was working in his office when he saw the silhouette of his son making a few back and forth between the door of his office and the living room. He was fidgeting and Charles could hear his shallow breathing from afar. He stood up, and cautiously approach his son that was now on the sofa, his headphone on his ears and his head between his hands. Charles knelled down before him and slowly made Louis look at him. The young teenager was doing his best to avoid his gaze, but didn’t say anything when Charles took off his headphones.

“Louis? Are you okay?” he asked.

“I’m sorry. I don’t want to be a burden. You are working. And mom always told us to never bother you when you are working.”

“Hey, you never are a bother. Never. You can come to my office whenever you feel like it. It’s always open for you.”

“It’s just… I wanted to ask you something.”

Charles was taken aback. It was the first time his son was coming to him willingly. He never was. He was always going to Julia first, then Lyanna and finally Arthur, who he was close to, making Charles often jealous of his brother and his bond with his son.

“Of course! Yeah! You can ask me anything! Anything, you hear me.”

“Well… it’s delicate but you are a guy and I would have gone to uncle Arthur first but I need an answer now, so you are the only one that can answer me now.”

Charles tried his best to hold back a smile. Sure, knowing that he wasn’t the first person on his son list in case of what seemed to be a boy problem, hurt a little. But still, Louis was coming to him. He couldn’t wait to tell Lya when she would be back.

“Okay, tell me. I’m sure we are going to find a solution to whatever is bothering you.”

“I think I’m in love. I made some research on the Internet and I have all the symptoms. My hands are sweat when she is around, and there are weird stuff going on in my belly when I think of her and Google said that it’s like butterflies which makes no sense because we don’t eat butterflies. And when she talks to me, I can’t help but blush. So yeah, I’m in love.”

Charles couldn’t help but laugh a little. He was proud to be the first one Louis would confide in when it came to that matter.

“Well, if she makes you like that she must be a really nice girl.”

“She is. I don’t want to tell you who she is yet but… Do you think she would accept me?”

“Why wouldn’t she?”

“Because I’m weird.”

“No, Louis. You’re not weird. You are special and unique. Being different doesn’t make you any less worthy of love. And any girl would be lucky to have you.”

“You think so?” he asked.

“Of course.”

Louis stood up, soon followed by Charles. They awkwardly face each other, until Charles gave up and engulfed his son in his arms kissing the top of his head. Louis didn’t react much at first and Charles was scared that he had overstepped his son’s boundaries. But after a while, he felt Louis hugging him back.

“I love you Louis. More than anything. I want you to know that. I’ll always be here for you when you need me. I know I haven’t always been the best to show you that but I love you.”

[falcqns]

partner in crime lll

pairing: dad!august walker x daughter!ofc

summary: Maeve joins August at work, and he find out a little more about his daughter, which in turn reveals her mothers fate.

warnings: Angst!!! graphic depictions of death, violence towards and infant mentioned but no detail, mentions of sexual assault. 18+ ONLY.

a/n: if I missed anything in the warnings, PLEASE LET ME KNOW! I hope you enjoy!

August was awoken a few hours later by his daughter screaming like someone was hurting her.

August shot up, and immediately sprung into action, looking around the room for the source of his daughter's distress, but found nothing. The only thing he saw was the little baby in her crib, wailing. Her chubby little hand was reaching out towards August, and she was screaming ‘mama.’

August took a deep breath, and scooped her up. He held her against his chest, and rocked her back and forth like he had seen Sloane do once with a little boy they had found at a crime scene.

“What happened?” He asked in the softest voice he could muster, but she only cried harder. Her hands became fists in his sleep shirt, and her tears soaked the cotton material as well. He rubbed her back, and offered her her pacifier. She took it, and her cries quieted, but didn’t cease. He tried to lay her back down, but decided against it, when she screamed again.

He sighed, and laid down with her in the bed. She settled on his chest, and he found himself enamoured by the pools of blue that were her eyes. He was able to see little specks of brown floating near her pupil. She lifted a hand, and placed it on his mouth, her middle two fingers burying themselves into his mustache hairs. August was unsure what to do, so he tried something. He kissed her hand.

Maeve smiled so big that her pacifier fell from her lips, and then she lifted her head.

“Mama?” She asked tentatively, and August paled. How do you tell a 7 month old that they can't have their Mama because she’s dead? August opened and closed his mouth like a fish, unsure what to say.

He saw her bottom lip wobble, and tears well up in her eyes. August noticed a flash of recognition behind her eyes, and she began to wail again, screaming as if she had a gun pointed to her.

Actually, as he thought about it, he realized that's the exact reaction that little boy had, the one that Sloane had held, when he had a gun pointed to his head by his parents' attacker. His heart dropped into his stomach, and made a mental note to check how exactly Maeve’s mother had died.

He pulled Maeve close to his body, and ran his hand up and down her back, occasionally traveling up to play with her soft curls.

Not long after, she settled down, and fell back asleep. August however didn’t.

Sure, it could have been a coincidence that she had the same reaction, but August didn't think it was. He grabbed his phone from where it laid atop the charger, and googled ‘PTSD symptoms in babies’.

Hypervigilance, separation anxiety, clinginess, emotional trauma when reminded of original trauma, fear or avoidance of places that remind them of event, troubles sleeping, nightmares and repetitive play were a few of the symptoms. Maeve didn’t have all of them, but he could only assume she had a nightmare, and the flash of recognition must be her remembering what happened. Was her mother killed in front of her?

The thought made August sick to his stomach, and decided to put his phone away, in favour of keeping the sleeping baby in his arms, 1) asleep, and 2), safe.

August's eyes opened, and instead of dead silence, he was greeted by his daughter babbling, and his phone ringing.

He glanced at his daughter, who was playing with one of his hands, and used his free hand to grab his phone. He saw it was Sloane calling, and swore mentally when he saw that it was 9 am, meaning he was over two hours late for work.

He answered the phone, and Sloane immediately asked where he was, and why he was late.

“I apologize. I got Maeve yesterday and she had a rough night. I overslept, but i’ll be there in less than an hour.” He assured her, and hung up.

He watched as Maeve weaved her fingers with his, and held his hand. He smiled slightly, and curled his fingers in the same way, grasping her tiny hand in his. She squealed in happiness, and August could have cried at the sweet sound.

He pushed the thought away, and pressed a kiss to her curly head before removing his hand from her grasp, and stood up.

“I have to go to work, and you’ll have to come with me. We’ll stop at the store on the way there, and get you a new outfit for you to wear. You need some new clothes.” August said, as he grabbed a diaper from the box that he had delivered yesterday. He changed her diaper, and pulled her pyjama pants back up before scooping her and her stuffy up, and placing her in the crib.

Or, tried to at least. The second he tried to set her in there, she screamed again, like she had last night.

He knew, in that moment, that whatever caused her mother to die, happened right in front of her.

He felt anger boiling up in his body, but not at Maeve. Never at Maeve. He felt a surge of love and protection over her, and he knew his first task of being her dad was to find out what happened to her mom and figure out how to help his little girl.

August had made it out of the apartment, to Walmart, and to his office, all under an hour. He had no idea how, but he had managed it. He swore he saw a smile on Sloane’s face when he walked past her office with Maeve on his hip, but couldn't be sure.

He entered his office, and had no idea where to put her. He had weapons hid all over, and didn't want her getting hurt. He couldn't put her in a crib or a playpen, she obviously had a trauma response to that. His only options were his lap, where he knew she wouldn't stay put, and underneath the desk, which seemed like the best option until he could figure something out.

He placed her under his desk, and handed her the toys he brought with him. She gurgled as she was handed her stuffy. August smiled, and got to work.

He pulled Maeve’s file out of his briefcase, and consulted it for her mothers name.

Adriana Amiens.

He barely remembered her. He glanced down at Maeve, and felt regret course through his veins as he realized if he hadn’t been so down on himself and selfish after the mission, he could have experienced everything, and could have stopped what happened to Adriana.

He went onto the CIA database, and typed in her name. Only one result came up, and he clicked on it.

August could have vomited at what appeared.

There were several pictures of the crime scene, and the actual crime. Adriana had been tied up, and the initials MA had been carved into her stomach, just above a small scar where her uterus was located. His eyebrows furrowed, and glanced at her file. His eyes found the word cesarean section, and all his questions were answered about that.

He moved the mouse over the picture, and a link popped up, attached to the scar. A link attached to the picture wasn't unusual, the database automatically linked relevant information to the pictures, so he clicked on it.

A wiki page popped up. There wasn't a lot of information, but he did note the last name. Amiens, first name Charles.

August read further. This man, named Charles Amiens, nicknamed Master, was apparently Adriana’s father. He belonged to a gang aptly named ‘The Amiens Family’. August had heard of them before. They specialized in arms dealing and murder for hire. Charles himself seemed to be responsible for over 1500 deaths in the Los Angeles area over the last 50 years, something that scared August.

August scrolled further, and found that Adriana was listed as his daughter, although there was the word ‘emancipated’ in parenthesis. August took note of the reason for emancipation being listed as ‘family differences’. August guessed that meant that Adriana wanted no part in the family business. Anais had mentioned in the original phone call that she and her family were very different, and to be wary of him, but he had no idea why, until he received the file later that day.

August clicked through the rest of the photos, his stomach churning as he looked at what the murderers had done to the poor girls body. She had bruises all over her body. She had two black eyes, a broken nose, and there was evidence of sexual assault and severe trauma to her privates.

However, the last photo is what made August throw up.

The murderers had placed Maeve, who didn't look any younger than she did now, in a crib. More specifically, they restrained her to it. There were chains attached to her wrists, bringing them straight out from her body, and attached to the crib.

The next few photos were screenshots from the security footage, and he had to shut off his computer immediately.

They had indeed pointed a gun in his daughters face.

He wanted to throw up, but also murder someone just for hurting his child like that. He felt a tear slip down his cheek, and immediately reached down for the little girl under the desk. He lifted her onto his desk, and took a good look at her arms.

He noticed that she had faint scars around her wrists, that he knew was from restraints. He stood up and took her to the bathroom. He stripped her from her outfit, except her diaper. He checked her entire body, and was thankful when he saw no other evidence of any harm on his daughters smooth skin.

He hugged her to his chest, and pressed a kiss into her hair. “I’m never going to let anyone hurt you. I promise.” She yawned in response, and August knew she was getting tired. He carried her back to his office, and by the time he had settled in his chair, she was asleep on his chest. He held her there, protecting her. He knew she wouldn’t sleep well unless she was in his arms, safe.

By the time August made it home that night, Maeve was miserable. She was exhausted, hungry, and in desperate need of a bath. He had no idea what to do with the crib situation, as it was very clear she wouldn't be able to sleep in there, and August wasn't going to force her.

He’d done some research on his lunch break, and found an alternative to the bed situation, but it wouldn’t arrive for another few days, so it looked like he’d be bed sharing until then. He wanted to get the crib out of his room, but that would entail either waiting until Maeve was asleep, or risk her seeing it and being thrown into a PTSD induced meltdown. She hadn't been diagnosed, but he recognized the symptoms. Not all missions went to plan.

Besides, he planned on getting her into a child psychiatrist as soon as possible to get her diagnosed and help her heal. He didn't want her childhood affected by this, and it was highly unlikely he’d ever tell her what truly happened to her mother.

He placed the diaper bag, his briefcase, and their dinner down on the counter before rocking her back and forth in his arms to soothe her to sleep. It didn't help that she kept crying out for her mama, the one thing August couldn't provide.

“I promise you, my sweet angel, that i will find out what happened to your mama and make sure that you never have to feel the pain you're feeling right now EVER again.” August said, tears flowing freely as his daughter wailed for her dead mother. Her dead mother that was killed in front of her.

A few minutes later, Maeve’s cries melted into whimpers, which bled into soft breaths escaping her lips. August smiled at her, and laid her down on the bed as he had done yesterday, before taking the crib out of the bedroom. He decided to hide it in the laundry room until he could sell it, because she wasn’t allowed in there.

He had managed to wheel it out into the kitchen area, and he took pictures of it. He posted them on facebook, with a price tag of $50. It was originally $270, but he wanted it gone as soon as possible. Maeve had been through enough already.

He’d gotten an offer from a lady less than an hour later, offering $100 for it, so he took that opportunity. An hour after that, the crib was gone, he was $100 richer, and Maeve was still sound asleep.

Next, he put an offer in for an apartment, and got it. He was just signing the contract as he heard Maeve waking up. He quickly finished signing his name and sending it in before going to find his baby girl.

She smiled and clapped as August walked into the room, and he gave her a smile back. “Good nap?” he asked, and she nodded and giggled. August gave her some Cheerios after she was placed in the highchair.

He warmed up the food, before giving her her plate, which she ate enthusiastically. He ate his food, and listened to Maeve babble and point to the front door. He looked out the door and saw another father walking with his son. “You wanna go for a walk?” He asked, and Maeve nodded.

August chuckled, and cleaned up. He wiped her down, and minutes later she was in the stroller and they were on their way out the door.

They made a few laps around the block, Maeve laughing and pointing at everything she saw, almost as if she was rarely outside. He made a mental note to check her file once more. Maybe there was something more to that.

They made one more lap around the block, and headed back to the apartment. He made a short pitstop at the leasing office to give his move out notice, and Maeve was asleep again by the time he made it back up to his unit.

Over the next week, August and Maeve prepared to move. August finally got Maeve on a relatively good schedule, and had the majority of her triggers figured out. Cribs, playpens, handcuffs (an unfortunate incident happened when she had gotten into his bedside drawer and found some fluffy handcuffs for some rather adult activites, and screamed bloody murder while August was prepping her bath. He also had to learn to hide his gun when he was in the office, and remind his coworkers to keep them out of sight when she was around because the sight of those also sent her into a melt down, further angering August, and making him more determined to find the people who did this to her.

Today was moving day, and August was nervous. He didn’t know how well Maeve would take the transition, but he reminded himself that she had been having a lot of abrupt transitions over the past few weeks, so whatever happened, he would deal with.

August woke her up, and carried her into the almost empty kitchen, where he sat her down into the highchair, and gave her her morning bottle and some oatmeal. August ate a protein bar, and looked around at his old apartment to see what still had to be taken to the moving truck that was still downstairs, and found it was only his mattress, and her highchair. sohosebHe had taken all of the furniture yesterday, including his bed frame.

Maeve finished up a few minutes later, and he strapped her into the baby carrier he got when he began to pack, as it was the only way he’d get any work done.

Once she was strapped in and her stuffy was secure in her hand, August rolled the highchair out of the apartment. Once it was secure in the moving truck, he went back to the apartment for the mattress. Maeve was having a fun time of smacking her hands on it while August looked around the apartment for the last time. He’d never thought he’d leave this place, but when he met Maeve, he knew his life was changing for the better.

He never thought that he’d make a good father, but here he was. He had a wonderful little girl, and even though he was raising her on his own, he knew he could do it. As long as she grew up better than he did, he knew he was doing something right.

“Take a look around, Maeve. This was yours and Dada’s first home together.” He said, a smile forming on his face as he called himself Dada for the first time.

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[fibrowarriorgirl]

How I found out about my fibromyalgia

Getting diagnosed with Fibromyalgia is particularly tricky. This is because fibro doesn't show up on any test. On top of that, many medical professionals don't even believe fibromyalgia is a real illness, or lack the knowledge to diagnose in the first place (source). So how does one even get diagnosed in the first place?

I am going to be honest, I have been very lucky with my doctors. All of them have plenty of knowledge on the topic, and the rheumatologist who ended up diagnosing me did nothing to indicate that he doesn't believe it's a real illness. I realise this isn't reality for everyone suffering from fibro, so that's why I want to start of this post with a lot of gratitude to the medical profesionals who have been treating me so far.

So, how did it start for me? Technically this started almost 10 years ago, when I was 11 years old. I don't remember this, but according to my mum I was often complaining about wrist pain and fatigue. The doctor did a few tests on me and couldn't find any cause. My mum did some googling and did read up about fibromyalgia. But because no doctor ever brought it up, she thought it wouldn't be the case. The symptoms eventually went away.

When I was 14, I started having joint pain again. I was also suffering from fatigue again, but I think that at this time it was caused by depression. When I went to the doctor, she told me I needed to excercise more. I was sent home without getting any tests done. The pain never fully went away after this. It wasn't constant, it just came in episodes.

And then last June happened. I woke one day with pretty intense pain in my right ankle. Almost as if I had somehow injured it. I hadn't done anything in the days prior to then that could explain the ankle pain. I decided to ignore it. In fact, I tried to use it even more, thinking of the advice the doctor gave me last time I had joint pain. The pain never went away. After about a week and a half, I tried to use my ankle less. Resting more than usual, and trying to put more weight on my left ankle instead of my right ankle. This also did not help.

After 2 or 3 weeks, I decided to go to my GP. This time I was taken a lot more seriously. My ankle looked completely normal. No swelling, no redness, no warmth, etc. My GP theorised I had somehow broken my ankle in my sleep when it started. It was a long shot, and after getting X-rays done, it was indeed not the case.

The next week I went back to my GP. This time I was referred to a rheumatologist. I was seen by the rheumatologist later that day. He did a physical examination, which meant he moved every single joint of mine to see if it hurt. Surprisingly, almost every single joint hurt. Even though I wasn't experiencing any joint pain anywhere besides my right ankle. In fact the examination was so painful, that I passed out from the pain.

I did a few blood tests, got 2 types of scans done of my lungs, got some urine checked out. My timing on this was horrible though, because the rheumatologist was going on holiday for 3 weeks on the day I got all of these tests done. So that meant I wouldn't know my results for 3 weeks.

And in those 3 weeks I got a lot worse. First the pain spread to my other ankle. Not only was my left ankle in more pain, but it was completely swollen. The pain got worse, and in the course of a few days was in every single joint of my body. There were days I couldn't even get out of bed. I also started suffering from fatigue I have never felt before. I could do one or two tasks a day, after that it was like I did a full day of intense physical labour. I purchased a cheap walking stick, which helped a little but not enough. I ended up calling the rheumatologist's office after only a week of waiting, begging for any kind of help. The on-call doctor prescribed some heavy pain meds. Even that didn't help all that much.

Eventually the rheumatologist called me with the results, all of my tests came back negative. I wanted to cry when he told me this. If everything looks good, how could I be in so much pain? But before I could start sobbing, he told me this meant it was fibromyalgia. An invisible illness, that not only explains the joint pain, but other health issues I've been having that I will elaborate on in a different post.

As you can see, it took a very long time until I finally got diagnosed. And although it seems that in the past it was episodic, that doesn't seem to be the case right now (or this is just an insanely long episode). I'm grateful for the amazing doctors that have been able to help me.

That was a very long post. If anyone has any questions, feel free to ask them on my AMA!

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Sam Winchester's Love

Summary: You are in a relationship with Sam Winchester. You don’t feel deserving of his love as your depression causes you to sink into a deep rut. Sam does some research about depression and responds to your lapse in happiness with a gentle approach that ends with him showing you just how much he loves you.

Word Count: 2906

Warnings: talk of depression and suicide/death, angst, and all the fluff with some smut added in there.

A/N: First- I’ve never written smut before. So be nice! Second, I struggle with depression and anxiety, and wanted to write a fic that expresses what would help me (or hopefully anyone struggling as well) feel appreciated when I’m low. I bolded symptoms of depression to help people see what it feels like to have depression. These are not the only symptoms. If you identify with one or more of the symptoms, I encourage you to reach out to someone and start a conversation. It could be a complete stranger or a loved one. (I'm always a listening ear, too!) Whatever you’re most comfortable with. All “Google results” are from my own google search. The crisis text line is a real resource for you to use, if you find yourself in a mental health crisis.

Also tagging a couple people who might like to read. Sorry if that's overstepping! @winchester09 @that-one-gay-girl @supernatural-harrypotter7 @winchest09

The one good thing about living in a bunker was that there were no windows. Your room that you shared with Sam Winchester was no different. It meant no morning sun could wake you up, and you could keep the room as dark and cool as you wanted to. And on this particular morning, your depression had you keeping the room as dark as you possibly could.

You knew the boys would be wondering where you were, since it was 10:30, and you were always up by 8:00. But you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You couldn’t move, you couldn’t get dressed, brush your teeth or hair, or even get your legs swung over the edge of the bed. You were so emotionless that you couldn’t even cry. You simply didn’t care. Nothing felt important to you. You had no motivation to do anything except lie there in the gloom, curled around yourself, stuck in this dark rut.

You had no idea how much time had passed while you stayed there, motionless, until Sam came in, knocking softly as he opened the door. Your eyes glanced over to him and you could see the surprise and concern on his face at discovering your lack of activity.

“Y/N? Love, what are you still doing in bed? It’s 2:00 in the afternoon.”

You sighed. “I don’t care,” you said softly. “Nothing matters to me right now. I wish I would die. Then I wouldn’t be a burden to anyone anymore. No one would miss me.”

Sam knew you struggled with depression, but in the short time you’d been together, he had yet to see a truly deep depressive episode. It scared him, and he replied, “What? Y/N, I would miss you! You’re scaring me.”

You moved your head marginally to be able to look at him for real, and asked, “Would you let me be? I just need to be alone.” Your tone was expressionless, and it freaked Sam out.

He nodded and slowly and quietly closed the door. Once the door was latched firmly, Sam beelined for his laptop. He’d be damned if he was going to let you suffer alone and in silence.

Opening his computer, he typed in “symptoms of depression”. Among the results were, “fatigue, sleeping too much or too little, feelings of worthlessness or hopelessness, loss of interest in activities that once brought pleasure, appetite loss, feelings of sadness, loneliness, or ‘empty’ feelings, thoughts of suicide or death”. His eyes widened. You met every single one of those criteria for identifying depression.

Determined to help, he next googled “how to help someone with depression”. The answers ranged from helping the loved one cope, to opening a conversation with the loved one and getting them to talk about their feelings. Asking questions such as “What caused you to start feeling like this? How can I help you right now?” Stating things like, “You’re important to me. Your life is important to me,” or “You’re not alone, I’m here for you.”

One resource he found as he researched fervently was the crisis text line. It was a number (741-741) someone could text and speak to a certified individual about whatever their crisis was. Sam noted that in the back of his mind as something to bring up to you.

Sam nodded as he read. He knew he could do all these things. His biggest goal for you was for you to feel supported and loved. Seeing you in the state you were in concerned him and it had almost sent him in a tailspin of worry. But he would remain strong for you. You needed Sam to lean on if you were going to get up to see the light.

Sam noticed Dean wander in and motioned him over.

“Hey, I gotta talk to you about Y/N. She’s in a really bad depressive episode. She said she wanted to die.” Sam’s heart rate sped up with fear just saying those words. He swallowed and continued. “I’ve been looking up depression online and I think I know how to help her. But I could use your help.”

Dean quickly responded, “So that’s why she’s still in your room. Of course. What do you need?”

Sam answered, “I’m going to have a conversation with her and see if I can’t convince her to get out of bed. Actually, once we finish talking, I’m going to carry her out if she won’t walk. But I want to give her some ideas of simple things we could do as a group that would help her snap back to us.”

Dean nodded in agreement. “I think you’re on the right track. I dated a girl for like, a week, years ago who had depression, and getting outside really helped her she said. Maybe we could go on a walk with her down to the lake. Or hell, even loop around the bunker’s perimeter a few times.”

“That’s a good idea. I was also thinking something easier, like a movie night squished between us - something to show her she’s loved and not alone. Or maybe making dinner with us, so that she’s up and about but doesn’t really have to do much.” Sam ran his hand through his hair as he thought out loud.

Dean grinned. “Oh we’d show her she’s loved. She’s like my sister. She’s not going anywhere.”

His grin faded. “Hey, what if we took her on an easy hunt? Tried to get her back in the swing of things? Maybe it would distract her from the depression.”

Sam shook his head thoughtfully. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. She said she wanted to die, which makes me think that she might do something stupid on the hunt, like try to get killed. Or even just make a stupid mistake because her head isn’t in the game. No, I don’t think a hunt is the right option for her right now.”

“Of course. Duh. I should have known that,” Dean rolled his eyes in exasperation at his cluelessness. ‘I wouldn’t want to put Y/N in danger.”

Sam sighed. “Well, we’ve got some ideas. Let me go talk to her and see what I can get her to do. We’ll be out in a bit one way or another.”

Dean nodded and headed to the kitchen to grab a bite and some coffee before doing his own research on your debilitating ailment.

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You still hadn’t moved since Sam had come into the room. Your mind felt empty, like everything had been drained from it. You just lay there quietly, waiting for nothing.

The door opened slowly, and Sam silently came in, shutting the door behind him. He didn’t say a word, just got in the bed with you and wrapped you up in his arms to hold you close. Your back against his chest, he tried to shelter you with his body, as if he could protect you from the dark thoughts. Sam wanted you to feel his love first before he tried to say anything. The two of you stayed like that for several minutes, the only sound in the room was the sound of two humans breathing softly. You hadn’t even known, but his touch was what you’d been needing. You soaked in the moment, grateful Sam was giving you space before speaking.

“Y/N?” Sam kissed the nook between your shoulder and your neck. “I want you to know you’re not alone. I’m here for you every step of the way.”

You didn’t respond, but it created the first semblance of emotion you’d felt all day. You could feel your eyes start to well up, not understanding how he knew exactly what to say to you.

“I don’t know what triggered your episode, but I think it would help if you talked it through with someone. It doesn’t even have to be me. You could text the crisis help line, and speak to someone through that. What do you think about that?” You could hear the hesitation in Sam’s voice, as though if he spoke too loudly or firmly he’d break you.

Sighing once again, you summoned the motivation to speak. “If I talk to anyone, I’d like it to be you.”

You could feel the smile on his lips as he again kissed you.

You drew in a shaky breath and decided to describe to him how you were feeling. You told him in a whisper about how you had no motivation, no gumption to do anything. How you felt worthless and unlovable. You told him how you felt he’d be better off if you just died so you weren’t a burden anymore and how you couldn’t bring yourself to care about anything today. As you spoke of your symptoms and feelings, you could feel a couple warm tears dripping into the crook of your neck and shoulder.

Once you finished, you felt Sam take a couple steadying breaths, clearly attempting to get himself together. “My love, I’m so sorry you’re going through this. If I could take this all away I would. But I’m here. I can share the weight of your burden. You mean the world to me. You are the farthest thing from a burden on me. You are the shining light in my life, guiding me and loving me. You have given me a reason to fight on. You are what I hold on to in my dark moments.” Here Sam paused, unsure whether he was overwhelming you or even getting through to you.

You turned in his arms so that your chest was facing his, your arms pressed against his chest as you brought your head to tuck under his. “Sam, I can’t tell you how much that helped me,” you said softly.

Sam took that as a cue and gently unwrapped one of his arms from your back and brought your head up to his. Tenderly, he pressed his lips to yours, sending you the message “I love you”. You allowed yourself to respond, capturing his lips with yours. Your kiss was sending the message, “Thank you.”

The two of you kissed delicately for a minute before your body began to respond. You pressed your mouth more firmly against his and adjusted your body to press closer against Sam’s. You brought one hand up and began to run it through Sam’s hair, something you knew he was crazy for. As the kiss began to become more passionate, you grabbed Sam’s hair at the roots and gently pulled, letting him know it was ok to take this a step further. He moaned a little against your mouth at the feeling of his hair being tugged on and involuntarily ground his hips into yours.

You automatically responded by thrusting your hips back against his. Sam broke the kiss long enough to look at you with an unspoken question in his eyes. You nodded, understanding his desire to show you just how much he loved you. Sam rolled you onto your back before resuming the kiss, running his tongue along your bottom lip, lazily requesting access to your mouth. You granted it, and began to explore his mouth with your own as if it were your first kiss. You could feel Sam slowly grinding against you, not rushing, but clearly feeling the need for some friction. His erection was bumping against your abdomen, and both of your breathing began to get shorter and heavier.

Not breaking the kiss, Sam lifted himself up on one arm and began pulling your nightshirt over your head. You allowed your lips to leave his only long enough to get the shirt out of the way and immediately brought your mouth to Sam’s again. His free hand roamed across your stomach, tracing lines in circles and random shapes as he made his way up to your breasts. Your breathing hitching, you moaned into the kiss as he began to massage your breast, pinching your hardened nipple. Your hips began to grind back against Sam’s, now also needing friction. Your arousal was beginning to pool between your legs, and you weren’t wearing panties.

Sam began to move his kisses down your jawline and to your neck, where he sucked through his teeth, determined to leave his mark on you. You cocked your neck to the side to allow him full access but he was already moving lower, taking your nipple in his mouth and swirling his tongue around it, sucking on it. He pulled off it with a pop, and moved to the next one. Sam then continued to work his way down your body, kissing every inch of your stomach, navel, and down to your inner thighs. You shuddered, his lips so close to your slick folds. Sam smiled against your leg. “You like that, sweetheart?” All you could do was whimper in response as you ground your hips desperately. “Ok,” he murmured. “Ok, love. Let me show you how much I love you.”

Sam ran his tongue between your folds and immediately you felt the tightness in your core begin. He knew every sensitive spot, every place to make you writhe in ecstasy. He sucked on your clit and slowly stuck a finger in your hole. You threw your head back, eager for him to insert another, which he obliged. He bent them and ran them against your walls, curling and pumping. Your juices squelched a bit, letting Sam know just how ready for him you were. He continued to run his tongue in swirls around your clit and through your folds as he finger fucked you. The tightness in your core becoming unbearable, you could feel your release coming. You moaned loudly and stuttered, “S-Sam, I’m gon-gonna…”

“Cum for me baby. Come on, that’s it. Good girl,” he praised as your orgasm exploded, pleasure coursing through your body, your pussy clenching around his fingers over and over again as he rode you through it.

You lay limp against the sheets, unable to form words. Sam looked up at you and chuckled. He slowly brought himself up along your body to recapture your lips with his, putting all his love and passion into the kiss. “Now do you know how much I love you?” he asked. You smirked. You could feel his erection pressed between your bodies. You wanted to feel him deep inside you, filling you, satisfying you. “Mmm I’m beginning to,” you murmured. “I might need you to show me more.” Sam smirked back at you and said, “As you wish, my love.”

He lined himself up at your entrance, rubbing his cock in your juices. Slowly, he pushed in, letting you adjust as he went. That was one thing you loved about him. Sam never rushed your body. He worshipped it. Once he was fully sheathed, he pulled halfway out, and slowly thrust back in, creating a slow, lazy pace that made you two feel like you had all the time in the world. As he thrust, he grabbed one of your legs, and put it over his shoulder, giving him a new angle, to get him deeper.

You moaned and your pussy clenched around his cock as he hit places that gave you waves of pleasure. He groaned as you clenched around him and sped up his pace, his balls slapping against your skin. Sam took his free hand and started rubbing your clit again, trying to help you get to your climax. His other hand held your hip in place as his pace picked up even more, almost becoming erratic as he got close to his release. You threw your head back again as you felt the familiar tightness building in your core. “Oh don’t stop. Oh Sam. Oh my god. Don’t .. don’t… ahhh!!” You came loudly and harder than last time, your back arching and your pussy milking Sam’s cock for all it was worth. Sam grunted - he couldn’t handle it, the tightness, the pulsing - and released inside you, jerking his hips, spurts of cum coating your walls.

Sam gently pulled out of you, his cum dripping from between your legs. He got up and grabbed a towel from the closet and quietly cleaned you up, careful to not be too rough. You lay there in heaven, a stupid smile on your face, unsure if you’d even be able to walk the next day. Sam crawled back into bed with you and gathered you in his arms. He pressed a soft kiss to your temple and said, “Do you believe me now? How much I love you?”

You smiled adoringly at him and whispered, “Yes, I do.”

Sam grinned. “Good. Because we have an activity outside the room that we’re going to do. And you need to be clothed for it.” He winked at you cheekily. “Dean and I were talking, and we brainstormed something the three of us could do that would help you feel less alone. So, let’s get UP,” he rolled you on top of him and then over him to get you to the side of the bed. “And dressed, and then we’ll go meet Dean.”

You smiled again at him, and good-naturedly shook your head as you got dressed. The darkness was gone for now. You knew it would be back, but you had ammunition to combat it the next time it came a-knocking. Sam Winchester’s love.

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okay so its 2am right now and I just thought of something really cute hhhh, so basically, how would kaminari, kirishima, todoroki and bakugou react to finding ship art or something of them and their crush?? I love your writing btw, it's so awesome 💕💕

super long wait, i know. half of this was written when bnha was still my hyperfixation, hence why it's one shots. the headcanons were written now, because i felt bad leaving out denki and eijirou. -cherry

katsuki bakugō:

it was just after nine in the afternoon. katsuki had already gone to sleep as per usual, though tonight he was rudely interrupted by loud knocking on his room's door.

"the hell do you want, loser?!", he shouted, still unsure of who was even at his door. everyone knew by now not to disturb him, so who dared to do so anyways?

getting out of bed and proceeding to open the door, the ash blond was slightly less angered when he saw eijirou standing there. said red head looked frantic because of something. bakugou honestly didn't even want to know what had got him so distraught, but he knew he wouldn't get his well deserved sleep otherwise,

"spit it out, shitty hair."

"we were looking at pictures from the sports festival online and we found something that you should maybe see for yourself!", eijirou started, realizing that he wasn't getting his friend's attention, so he added, "it's about you and (y/n)!"

kirishima was the only one that knew about bakugou's secret crush on you. that's why he wasn't laughing like everyone else in the common room; because what they found may cause complications.

after kirishima had mentioned your name, bakugou was swiftly jogging towards where almost all of his class was sitting gathered around a laptop, which seemed to be mina's, judging by all the leopardy and pink stickers on it.

"out of the way extras!", katsuki stomped over to see what all the fuss was about. from the corner of his eye he saw how you were cowering next to one of the couches, face covered by your hands. at first he couldn't understand why, but when he saw a particular piece of artwork displayed on the laptop screen, he figured you were just majorly embarrassed.

the art that his class found on google was from somebody's blog that was all about the 'heroes of the future!'. needless to say, the blog didn't only deal with the heroes, but also the relationships of them. ever since an encounter at the sports festival that a lot of people saw and shared around, you and bakugou had become a popular so called ship. (the girls explained that 'ship' didn't mean anything related to boats when they teased you about mentioned moment in front of him.)

katsuki couldn't help but feel embarrassed himself, but he also had to keep his cool to not seem suspicious. looking at the drawing of you and him one more time, the ash blond walked over to you, ignoring anything his class was saying.

"(y/n), you ok?", he crouched down to your level, poking your head once. his only response was a quiet hum, followed by a hiccup. worried, katsuki grabbed your hand tightly and pulled you outside the dorm.

the air was nice, not too hot, nor too cold. a light wind was blowing as the moon shone brightly.

bakugou gave you a little space and some time to calm down. when you did, he was quick to ask,

"what's the matter? did you get THAT embarrassed by it?"

you shook your head no. it was something more, but was this the right time to tell him?

"i was really embarrassed at first.", you started, "but then i thought about something and cried."

"about what?", the usually loud boy asked softly. silence was all he got for a good minute until you finally responded,

"you know how they say 'life imitates art'? i really wish it w-was like that..."

now you were the one getting silence as a response. did you really just say that?

"idiot, being all cryptic and shit.", katsuki tried to stay calm, even if he was freaking out on the inside, "if you want a kiss you can have it."

shōto todoroki:

mr. aizawa's classes had a pretty strict schedule most of the time: first the class would get an assignment, that they'd do until said teacher falls asleep. after that, everyone would quietly - in order to not wake up aizawa - do anything they want, really.

for shouto this was more or less just plainly boring, as he was one of the few students that actually did what they had to. he'd finish his work and then wait, because he had nothing else to do. he was most likely to bother midoriya, but today he was very into whatever he was writing down in his little book. so shouto settled for observing the classmates behaviour. well, rather your behaviour.

the half and half boy knew it was weird, but he liked watching you. he liked seeing you, especially when you were happy and smiling. todoroki knew what these 'symptoms' were, but he wanted everything to stay as it was for now.

why he had caught those feelings, he didn't know. he figured it was the way you stood out. you didn't get lost in between the others and he liked that.

while todoroki was deep in thought, ashido had walked over to your desk, where you were doing the assignment in peace and quiet,

"(y/n), look! the other's and i thought about how todoroki always stares at you so intensely, so we created these shipnames! which one do you like better?"

you looked at the paper or rather the newly created words and little pictures drawn by some of your classmates and immediately turned red. flailing your hands around a little, you lied,

"none of these, i don't...like todoroki in that way."

mina looked a tad upset at that, but she understood, nodded and walked back to her table. you sort of felt bad, having killed her excitement, but you didn't need anyone knowing about your secret crush on the stoic one.

speaking of the stoic one, he couldn't hear anything you and mina had talked about. he only saw her walking over, showing you something and you freaking out and sending her away. needless to say, he was curious what had caught you off guard so much. when shouto saw mina throwing away that suspicious piece of paper, he decided to look at it when class ended. even if he thought sticking his hand in the trash was a little gross.

the end of class came sooner than expected. shouto was packing his bag slower than usual, waiting until everyone had left. after they did, he skipped over to the trash can, pulling out the latest addition: a piece of paper that embarrassed (y/n)!

he stuffed it in his bag and carried on walking to his dorm room, where he finally felt safe looking at it, " 'ship names'? why would they want to name a boat after (y/n) and i?", he asked himself, before a certain doodle on the page explained your reaction and the girls' name-mixing. even shouto couldn't help but react in some way, thinking about said doodle happening in real life. that's when he got startled by a knock on his door.

"hey, todoroki. i know you always do your work in class, so i thought i'd come and ask you about...", you drifted off, seeing the light blush on his cheeks and his fire side burning, "...umm, am i interrupting something?"

he was hiding a piece of paper behind his back. you could see just the corner of it, but that was enough for you to identify what paper it was.

"didn't take you for the nosey type.", you akwardly laughed in order to drown out your embarrassment.

"sorry, i got curious.", he looked unusually upset, averting his heterochromatic eyes and letting his arms drop on his sides. you confirmed the paper was indeed the one that mina showed you earlier.

"did you dislike it a lot?", shouto asked without thinking.

now it was your turn to blush.

denki kaminari:

-ok hear me out

-his love language has to be physical touch

-so naturally, when you guys and the rest of the bakusquad had a sleepover, you cuddled

-platonically of course (even though both of you had feelings for one another, but shh)

-oh, but mina couldn't let this one slip

-she HAD to take a picture

-in the morning, when you were still only half awake, mina ecstatically showed her phone into your face

-"LOOK, (Y/N), YOU GUYS ARE THE CUTEST!"

-queue embarrassed (y/n) and denki

eijirō kirishima:

-i feel like with him, you had been like childhood friends

-and back in the day, you guys were all like

-"i'm gonna marry you when i'm older!"

-so you engraved a little "eijirō & (y/n)" into a tree

-years and years later you guys go back to that spot

-just because you wanted to reminisce the good old days

-you guys find the carvings

-"you know, (y/n), i still haven't changed my mind."

-"what do you mean, eijirou?"

-"i'd still marry you."

[ultimate-cinephile]

Can I PLEASE request some Viktor Licht fluff!! I'm completely obsessed with this little weirdo and cannot get enough 💕 I loved your kissing headcanon's btw

You 100% can! I've been wanting someone to request for a month now. Tysm Nonnie!!

And I'm glad you enjoyed them! Also, I had no idea what to do for a plot, so I decided to do this again seeing as how I had a lot of fun with Joker's.

VIKTOR LICHT FLUFF ALPHABET

A- Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

He definitely admires that you don't judge him for anything. You completely understand that he's devoted to his mission (and you of course, but you didn't hear that from me) and you understand why he does what he does, and he absolutely adores it.

B- Baby (Do they want a family? Why or why not?)

In truth, I don't think he thinks about having a family much. He most definitely wouldn't mind having one in the long run (especially with you), but you'd have to be the one to bring it up.

C- Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

Viktor loves spooning. By the time he goes to bed, you're usually asleep, so he crashes into bed next to you and pulls your back to his chest and he just sort of curling you because he's that tall. It's quite comfortable for the both of you.

D- Dates (What are dates with them like?)

It takes Viktor awhile to get used to the idea of dates. His idea of a date was just two people spending time together. So for awhile, you two just sat in his office while he worked. Then he did some research (watched some romance movies with maki and iris; he r e a l l y liked The Proposal) and decided to take you out on a proper date.

This being said, dates with Viktor are usually a spur of the moment thing and happen when you both have time, but they almost always open you up to a new experience and they're always fun. Sometimes you do something crazy like going to a casino for no reason and sometimes you do something peaceful like just walking around the city and sight-seeing and window shopping and all that cool jazz.

E- Everything (You are my ___; e.g. my life, my world)

"You are my reason for everything. You remind me everyday why I do what I do. Thank you."

F- Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

It was just after Company 8 finished an Infernal. You had slipped away from the rest of the group and Viktor, being the curious boi he is, went after you. He found you comforting a crying child.

It turns out that the kid's parent had been the one to turn Infernal, and you refused to leave their side until they we laughing and smiling again.

Something about that made his heart melt.

He had no idea what was going on and later googled his symptoms (after consulting any sort of reliable medical book/website he could find) and nearly had a heart attack when he found out what it was.

G- Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how so?)

Viktor isn't really a rough man. It's just his nature (I want to make fun of him for being a pacifist, but I can't because I'm one D:<).

Anyways, he isn't overly gentle with you either. He knows that you're more than capable of handling certain things by yourself and he's happy to let you do those things, but if he sees you struggling, he won't hesitate to help you out.

H- Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

He's very fond of linking pinkies. He's not a fan of PDA, but that doesn't make him uncomfortable and he likes holding you in some way. Though if he gets jealous, he wraps an arm around your waist (more on that later though).

I- Impression (What was their first impression?)

Well, since you are a part of the Fire Force (sorry to just assign you a role like this) he naturally thought you were a bit reckless, running into fires like that, but he can't really judge since he kinda did the same thing.

J- Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Oh, he does. He's much better at hiding it than Joker. Licht is very rarely intimidating, and the man cannot glare to save his life. A telltale sign that he's jealous is that he gets more affectionate in front of others. He'll wrap his arm around your waist and pull your back into his chest while resting his chin on the top of your head.

K- Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

Even though they're an expression of friendship, he adores eskimo kisses (when he can bend down to your height) or he likes gently kissing the top of your forehead.

Even though kisses with Licht are usually short-lived, they always communicate how much you mean to him and the words that he so often can't find to say himself.

You 100% had to initiate the first kiss. He was staying up late to work on something and you had to go to sleep or else you'd pass out on the floor so in your tired stupor you gave him a quick good-night peck to the lips.

He did not get any work done the rest of the night.

L- Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

Surprisingly??? Viktor.

Just before he goes to the Haijima lab with Shinra (i'm waiting on the dub, but i sWEAR IF THEY KILL HIM-), you run up to him and kiss him.

"I swear to Sol, Licht, if you die there, I'm gonna kill you. I love you too much to loose you."

Shinra probably had to slap him cause Viktor.exe had crashed.

M- Memory (What’s their favorite memory together?)

You and him were watching the Sound of Music, and you, being a dork, pulled him to his feet and started dancing around the room with him. Both of you fell back on your bed, laughing like a couple of idiots.

N- Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Sometimes. He buys you stuff a lot, and sometimes if he's out in town and he sees something he knows that you'd like, he'll 100% get it for you. He loves seeing you happy and he's more than willing to spare a dollar or two to see you smile.

O- Orange (What color reminds them of their other half?)

Red. The first time you two had a proper conversation, you had accidentally cut your finger while cutting up something for dinner. He offered to help you after he saw you cursing yourself and wrapping your injured finger in a bandage.

P- Pet Names (What pet names do they use?)

I feel like Viktor isn't big on pet names but he sometimes calls you 'love'.

Q- Quaint (What is their favorite non-modern thing?)

Okay so, this is gonna sound weird, but he has a genuine fountain pen that belonged to some famous writer. He's quite proud of it.

R- Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

He loves to work on rainy days. He loves it if you sit there and watch him or if you sit in his lap. If you manage to drag him away, he'll do anything with you. Sometimes, just for the heck of it, he takes you outside and you two just walk around with an umbrella shielding you from becoming drenched.

S- Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

Viktor just stirs his problems into coffee. He has no idea how to solve his own problems, so he has no idea what he's doing if he comforts you. He usually just lets you cry and rant and scream until you feel better. He'll hold you in his lap if you want. He has no idea what to do, please help him.

T- Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Viktor will gladly talk about his research or if you manage to get him to watch something with you, he'll geek out about that with you. It's so cute watching him freak out about the ending to Rogue One, it isn't even funny.

U- Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

A nice, hot cup of coffee or tea and you

V- Vaunt (What do they like to show off?)

His fountain pen, you, sometimes his research

W- Wedding (Where, when, and how do they propose?)

It takes him awhile to even consider marriage. Honestly? It takes him long enough that you propose!

It was on a leap day, since that's traditionally the day a woman can propose, you had a nice ring in your back pocket. You tried seven times in one day to propose, but every time you got ready to pop the question, something would come along and you had to wait a minute.

Eventually you just got fed up with going through reports so you asked Licht then. He thought you were kidding when he said yes, but then you chucked a box and his head and he'd never been more happy for a mix-up in his life.

X- Xylophone (What’s their song?)

I know it doesn't ask for a relationship song, but the only song coming to mind right now is The Reason by Hoobastank.

Y- Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

As I said before, he doesn't really think about it until after you get engaged. After that though, he admires the ring with a smile as he counts down the days until you're married.

Z- Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

Well, animals are uncommon, but once Vulcan showed him a picture of a gerbil. He has no idea what it is, but he wants one.

okay! that's it! i hope you enjoy it Nonnie!