#and it's honestly concerning me slightly because im not feeling the pain of it? at all? which is. not normal?

[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

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[titsthedamnseason]

i honestly do not understand this never ending conversation about tay’s lack of promo. i know to some people the success / numbers is a big part of stan culture meanwhile im truly just here to enjoy the music so maybe that’s why i don’t get it. but regardless, the artist in question is TAYLOR SWIFT? yes for smaller artists there is maybe more concern about charting and numbers but i have literally zero doubt that ttpd will debut at number 1 and quite frankly, i doubt taylor does either. her fame has surpassed the need for promo. i don’t think there’s anyone that would be even slightly interested that doesn’t know she has an album dropping

i also think the people complaining / worrying about the lack of promo are severely undervaluing the merits of the subtle promo strategy. like i said, at this point in her career taylor doesn’t need to worry about getting listeners, but probably if she was doing more promo that would definitely cause backlash. and if she released a lead single ahead of time it would just give people the opportunity to make judgements and write up criticisms and possibly deter certain people from listening to the rest because they would feel they heard enough and imagine the rest would be the same. instead, she’s building massive anticipation. everybody is going to be listening bc she’s been so cryptic about it that no one knows what to expect. sometimes no promo IS the best promo.

and lastly, i think another big part of why certain swifties want a massive promo campaign is the desire for more “content” from taylor. i think this is inherently problematic regardless but especially with an album dealing with such personal emotional pain, i understand why she might not want to go on a massive campaign talking about it. instead, she’s having a great week hanging out with her new boyfriend at coachella and knowing that is making me way happier than if she was suiting up doing interviews every night. let’s all please try to stop exploiting taylor and demanding things of her and instead remember that she’s also just a human that has a right to live her life as she chooses, even during an album release week

[ryxiez]

HI!! I dont know how I found you literally as you just posted your masterlist, but its nice to run into another new obey me acc! :]

could I request some headcanons/drabbles for the demon brothers (or whichever characters u would like, Im not picky) with a super like. Fragile MC? IDK HOW TO PUT WHAT I MEAN—Ig an mc that's prone to getting hurt, bruises easily, is on the weaker side, etc etc. Maybe the demons are kinda like?? Anxious that if they're not gentle enough they'll accidentally break them or smth.

Thank you for requesting! I hope this is what you meant cause I kinda took different styles with a few of them. Also sorry for any spelling mistakes, I’m writing this half asleep >_<

Obey Me! Brothers with fragile!MC (Headcanons)

Fluffy Comforting Headcannons

Mentions the reader/MC getting hurt in some way, no blood mentioned at all

this is kinda how the brothers would react/treat you after you got hurt or they realized you were hurt

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Ever since you were little you were always called clumsy. Often tripping over your own two feet, bruises and scraps covering spots on your skin.

Lucifer

- Often took notice of the discoloration in your skin, yet never brought it up with you.

- Basically knew what was happening and what was wrong right away

- During your time down there, he always seemed to be coincidently there whenever you would fall, or bump into something, even at school.

- However sometimes he didn't make it in time to catch you, or redirect you, but would always help you up.

- You reasure you that you are okay and only IF no one was around, he would plant a small kiss on where it hurts.

Mammon

- Wouldn't notice until he touched you (like a hug) and you pulled back with a hiss.

- Was very startled and thought he somehow hurt you with his "demon strength".

- He became all panicky with tears in his eyes when you told him you were fine when he knew you weren't.

- Finally he convinced you to show him what you were hiding and he was basically speechless. He couldn't believe he was letting you get hurt when he was supposed to look after you.

- Mammon then pulled you into a hug, avoiding the certain bruise, and told you to call for him whenever you were hurt again.

Leviathan

- You would honestly trip over stuff in his room a lot. Boxes and items on his floor that he didn't want to put away yet because he was gaming.

- He would pause his game right away if he could as soon as he heard a loud thump from behind him.

- Rushing over, he saw tears in your eyes as you held onto your ankle for dear life, rocking back and forth slightly.

- He apologized a million times, stuttering, as he held you close to him, and tried to take a look at your foot after your breathing slowed down again.

- Promises to clean his room for you, which he did, but only a little bit.

Satan

- Same as Levi, has a very messy room but with him he has scattered books and papers everywhere you can't even walk right.

- However, when he first heard you fall, anger struck him more than concern as he turned around with sharp eyes

- That was until he saw you in your weakened state on the floor and he immediately softened up.

- He rushed to your side and asked you were it hurt and how he could help.

- Definitely put a numbing or healing spell on your wound because he couldn't help but feel like it was his fault.

Amsodeus

- He found the discoloration in your skin on one of your many spa days.

- You then had to explain to him how you just seemed to bump into things or just fall a lot and couldn't help it.

- He would almost cry as he caressed your skin with lotions and creams, trying his best to sooth the pain, and it worked.

- Promises to try his best to stay by your side to help, and he even starts carrying bandaids and bruise cream in his purse for you.

- Let's just say you would be having spa days way more often so he can take care of you as much as possible.

Beelzebub

- Both of you made your late night trips to the kitchen as your stomachs rumble. (More so his)

- While stumbling around in the dark, you managed to walk right into the edge of the counter.

- You let out a yelp before holding down on the now pulsating spot, probably scrapped and bruised.

- Beel immediately had a candle lit in your direction as his big hands worked to slowly pry yours off yourself so he could see the wound.

- Would act like he wasn't panicking but he really was on the inside.

- Gave it a kiss before placing a bandaid on it after carrying you to the bathroom.

- Cuddles for the rest of the night while he protected you.

Belphegor

- Tried to cuddle closer to you while he was in your bed one night

- You we’re almost fully asleep until your felt his fingers press too hard on one of the fresh bruises you got this morning.

- You squirmed out of his grasp you you could sit up, trying to get away from the pain

- Belphie was confused and tried until you brought up the bruise he touched

- He apologized with caring eyes before laying you back down to cuddle, this time offering you to share his cow print pillow.

- From now on he was more careful and gentle with his touch

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[amalia-uwu]

INFIRMUM

Based on fanfiction Firsts & Seconds written by Skerbbie @skerbbie

I DON'T OWN UNDERTALE, HORRORTALE, FARMTALE OR THE FIC FIRST AND SECONDS WRITTEN BY SKERBBIE @skerbbie

The rights go to the respective owners!

Undertale by Toby Fox

Horrortale by Sour Apple Studios

Farmtale by GuinongTale_AU

Firsts & Seconds written by Skerbbie 💙

Warnings ⚠️ : sick fic, angst, inaccurate medical stuff, dizziness, fainting, bruises, injuries pain

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CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2 (you are here 💋)

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 2 :

“IRREPLACEABLE”

Photo by Karolina Grabowska from Pexels

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He had coughing fits all night that made it  difficult to sleep. He was rolling left and right. His head throbbed. He managed to get some sleep around 2 hours before the first rays of sun went through the curtains.

He sighed tiredly. He laid there watching at the ceiling.

Maybe a warm shower will help his sore aching body.

«That's good in thought, but how do we make it happen?» he thought.

He slowly pushed himself up and managed to sit, his feet touching the wooden floor. There wasn't a place in his body that didn't hurt.

«Okay, good one step at a time»

He tried to get up but he went into a coughing fit.

*koff koff  koff koff hack wheeze*

While coughing  uncontrollably in his radius and ulna, he clenched his chest and  slouched forward. His eyes tightly shut and teared up.

Axe had heard his coughing fit. Determined to help, he went to the bathroom. He looked around searching the first aid kit. Once he spotted it, he opened it and found some medical candies. He smiled.

Then he went to the kitchen and prepared some chamomile. He kept glancing concerned at Sticks's room.

He added honey to the mug and mixed it with the chamomile. When he finished, he walked towards Sticks's room.

He peeked from the door, highly worried; "Sticks?" his voice soft.

Despite him being a fell monster. His voice wasn't very deep or 'thin'. He in fact had a soft and beautiful masculine voice. There was something mesmerizing in it. (Note /headcanon: Axe voice is a little bit deeper than Sticks's)

Upon seeing Sticks in this state Axe's soul clenched.

Sticks's face was bathed in sweat and tears. There was a greenish hue all over his face; Not to mention the dark circles under his eyes.

"Hey.." he let the things he was holding  on the bedside table and slowly sat down next to him. He eyed him, he put his hand on his shoulder blade and made soft circling motions.

After the fit ended Sticks tried to take steady breathes. "You've been coughing a lot so, I found these medical candies with herbs, here is a chamomile too"

He took them gladly "Thank you!" his voice low and hoarse. Weak.

Axe eyed him again. He nodded lowering his head and looking at his hands; "Sticks? I will ask you something and I want you to be honest okay?"

Sticks nodded slouching and slowly unraveling the wrapping from the medical candy.

"Is it because of the rain?"

Sticks lowered his head and nodded "rain and the cold breeze yesterday when I was working, I was sweating and the cold breeze hit me.." he answered honestly.

Axe straightened up slightly, he was satisfied with Sticks being honest "Okay, we'll take care of it! Thanks for being honest! Oh! Don't forget the chamomile! Here!" he spoke softly.

"Thank you buddy" he slowly drank it.

Once he finished he got up slowly and carefully. Some of his bones cracking.

"... Im gonna take a shower" Sticks said rubbing his eyes. Axe gave him a worried look. "Don't worry I will be quick and if it makes you feel better I'll leave the door unlocked" he smiled tiredly.

Axe nodded "If you feel unwell please let me know", Sticks nodded.

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While Sticks was in the shower. Axe went in the kitchen and called Papyrus. It was an opportunity now that Sticks was in the bathroom.

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Once Papyrus picked up the phone he was expecting his brother "Good morning Brother!"

"Papyrus, it's me Axe" Axe voice was low but loud enough for Papyrus to hear.

"Oh.. Good morning Bitey!" he said cheerfully. Axe rolled his eye at the nickname.

Okay, Axe had accepted long ago that Papyrus will use this nickname as well to tease him.

Sans was right Papyrus was tall and could be intimidating but he meant well he was kind. Loud. But kind. That was his reality now. He accepted it long ago.

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«Wait-» Papyrus thought.

Why? Why was Axe calling? He never called. Did something bad happened to his brother? He took a deep breath to calm his thoughts that were like a tornado.

He clenched the phone, his hands shaking "Is everything alright?" he asked and Axe could feel the dread in Papyrus's voice.

Axe never called.. so Papyrus freaking out was an understatement!

Axe whispered "Your brother isn't feeling very well Papyrus, I think-no he is sick "

"What do you mean Axe?" he asked his soul beating like drums. He hadn't heard the phrase << he is sick>> . As a result he panicked.

«Did he get hurt? Did he get lost? Is his back okay? Is he falling apart? Did he fall somewhere and now is waiting for help? IS HE DEAD? WHAAATTT?! » his thoughts were running a marathon.

"It rained here, a few days ago, he stayed outside in the rain to take care of the fields.. But got all wet. Yesterday he went to the fields to do some work.. It got worst. There was a breeze and he was sweating.. He doesn't seem so well. Yeah I am 100% sure he caught a cold"

Papyrus released a breath he didn't know he was holding. Okay, Sticks is alive! Phew!

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Wait-.  

"HE.

DID.

WHAAAAT?!"

Axe closed his eye and put the phone away..

"He stayed in the rain-"

"-Yes I heard! Where is he right now?"

"He is taking a shower" Axe looked at the bathroom's direction.

"well I'll be there by the noon after all most jobs are finished and are not a priority right now. I'll contact Abby and see wh-"

*THUD* 

Axe heard a loud noise as if someone had fallen down. It seems that even Papyrus heard it..

"Axe? Are you okay? Is everything okay?" he questioned worryingly.

Axe looked at upstairs "Hold on a moment papyrus..".

Papyrus stayed silent

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(Note: for the needs of this story, they have two bathrooms. One upstairs the other downstairs.)

SANS?!" Axe called and ran upstairs.

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He knocked on the door "SANS?! Are you okay?"

Silence "..."

"Sticks?" *knock knock *

"..." still silence

"Sticks I'm coming in!" Axe warned and opened the door.

He found Sans laying (on his left side) on the floor.

There was a small crack and a bruise on his forehead.

"STICKS?!" he dropped the phone, eye widening, soul running a marathon.

He ran at his side. He gently rolled him face up and adjusted his body. He lifted his legs up.

He gently patted Sticks cheekbones. He massaged his tibias.

"Sticks?! Wake up! What happened?! Sticks?!" panic started rising in his soul.

After around 3-4 minutes that felt eternity, Sticks groaned. He opened his eyes and blinked the blurriness. He saw Axe leaning above him. Concerned, frightened.

"There you are" Axe sighed with relief.

Axe helped him sit. Sticks started coughing again. He turned away from him slightly.

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They heard Papyrus's panicked voice "AXE?! WHAT'S GOING ON?! AXE?! ARE YOU STILL THERE?!WHAT HAPPENED TO MY BROTHER?!" Papyrus heard coughing and wheezing, accompanied by groans of pain.

Axe looked at the phone. Oops! He had forgotten about that!

"WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON?!SANS YOU BETTER BE OKAY!!" Papyrus was at the verge of tears. He heard someone picking up the phone "Papyrus it's okay! He fainted but he is awake! Sorry I dropped the phone"

"He fainted?! Is he injured?"  he  asked slightly relieved. He heard a very slurred dizzily voice "m fine..."

"No you are not!" Axe told him sternly, Sticks looked on the floor trying to sooth the soreness and pain.

Axe expression softened. He turned his attention to Papyrus while examining him. H

"He seems to have bruised and slightly cracked his left shoulder on the fall and there is a bruise above his left eye" Axe explained holding the phone between his head and shoulder.

"I'm coming home as soon as I can!" Papyrus said, Sticks was shaking.

"Axe?"  Papyrus asked softly

"Yeah?" he questioned still holding the phone between his head and shoulders and examining Sticks cracked shoulder.

"Please take care of him until I arrive.." he pleaded.

Axe smiled "On it! Papyrus don't worry!"

"Thank you" he said and both closed their phones.

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Sticks started coughing uncontrollably again. His bones rattled.

Axe wrapped the towel around him, picked him up and took him to the room. He dressed him in some warm clothes and sat him gently on the chair.

He unfolded a  blanket on bed, laid him in it and covered him. After that in order to keep him warmer, he picked him up and took him to the kitchen.

He left him close to the stove where there was a gentle fire. He could also look outside in case he felt dizzy again.

Axe offered him some tea with various herbs. "Thanks bud" he spoke quietly.

Axe sat down next to him drinking some tea as well.

In all honesty.. Sticks had rekindle emotions he thought he had forgotten.

Being a Fell Monster he had to forsake most of his emotions in order to survive.

But when he saw Sticks everything changed. This man in front of him brought him back to health.

Day and night he stayed by his side. Little by little he fixed him, bringing him back to a good health and helped him stand up to his feet.

He gave him a second chance to be better and enjoy a different aspect of the life he was deprived of in that forsaken place.

He made him relive emotions such as happiness, love, tranquility, etc

This humble Farmer (and Papyrus of course) that had nothing but love and so many things to offer! They had little but they gave more. Sticks gave more..

Axe smiled at himself looking on the floor, his hands on his laps. Then outside. He could see some of the sheep eating the grass quietly

He looked at Sticks sipping his tea slowly while looking like a sushi roll/ burrito (Axe wrapped him well in the blankets).

He gently stretched his hand and caressed his head and shoulder. Sticks smiled weakly at the soft touch. He knew Axe wanted to comfort him.

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(Back to Papyrus)

As soon as he closed the phone he went to Abby. However Abby wasn't there cause she was needed elsewhere.

He met Abby's friend named Angie a healer in training. (Since she is in training she couldn't do much, she isn't skilled yet)

She greeted him with a warm smile.

"Hello! How can I help you?"

"Hello lady! Is Abby here? My brother is sick and I need her help"

She looked at him sympathetically.

While talking she reached on the selve and took some medicines, remedies etc

"I'm really sorry, she is not here and I am not ready to heal yet, I may do more harm than good. But, I'll give you some medicines she has. She also told me to give her phone number in case someone needed her and I'll also give you this crystal."

He took the things she offered gratefully but got perplexed by the crystal. He held it close to his face and examined it " What is this crystal for?"

"It will teleport you in case of an emergency. The one you are holding now is limited though, sorry! I'll make more sometime"

He smiled, he removed some some vegetables that happened to be Abby's favorites. He also left some to Angie.

"Thank you Angie! Please inform Abby" he said taking a hold of the medicines.

"My pleasure and of course, tell him to get well soon!"

Papyrus waved goodbye.

She waved back.

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He entered in his car, pulled the crystal. He rubbed it and said something like "Me, car, outside home".

The crystal shone brightly. He shielded his eyes. When he opened them he was indeed a few feet away from home.

He took his items and exited the car. He run home.

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(Back to Axe)

Axe had warmed up some broth. He then sat in front of Sans and began feeding..

Sticks didn't want to eat. "It will do you good.. Can you at least eat a little? For me?" he spoke softly holding the spoon. Sticks sighed defeated. He leaned forward and slowly began eating. Axe smiled.

A small trail ran down his chin in which Axe cleaned it.  Sticks couldn't eat much.

Axe persisted, he knew hunger better than anyone. Sticks slowly ate but when he had enough, he slowly turned his head away. "No more?" he asked.

Sticks slightly shook his head no and smiled. He brought his hand on his chin he slowly moved towards Axe. He avoided talking, so smiling or other small gestures meant «thank you». Beside Axe knew Sticks was thankful.

After some minutes he took him to bed. He was still feeling cold, Axe laid next to him. He laid on his side and brought Sticks closer to his body so to give him some body heat..

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Axe touched his forehead with his hand. Sticks had stopped shivering but he was burning up. Sticks leaned closer to the touch; Axe phalanges were cool against his burning forehead.

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Axe brought his hand down caressing Sticks cheekbones.

He heard a knock on the door. He looked over his shoulder. Sticks opened his eyes slightly.

Axe got up and stretched. He walked towards the door

"Who?" he asked

"Axe it's me Papyrus!"

Axe opened the door "Access permitted".

He saw Papyrus's hands full. He tried to keep his voice low.

"How is he?" Papyrus asked concerned

"right now he is burning up..." Axe admitted solemnly.

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Just then they heard coughing from upstairs. Papyrus let some of the things he was holding on the table and run upstairs.

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"Brother!" Papyrus said. He looked at Sans. His soul sank at the depth of his nonexistent stomach.

Sans had slightly opened his eyes "P- *koff koff koff kaf hack wheeze* pa....ps?"

Papyrus said "I am here brother... Forgive me it's not the place nor the time but... WHAT ON ACTUAL HECK WERE YOU THINKING STAYING IN RAIN FOR SO LONG?!"

Sans closed his eyes shut slightly at the volume of his voice. The throbbing in his head killing him.

He wheezed "I *pant pant * couldn't let *gulp* years of hard work to be ruined by rain *wheeze* " he got up slightly supporting his weight on his elbow but collapsed in bed groaning.

Axe added a wet piece of cloth (he soaked it with vinegar) on his forehead.

He noticed Sticks chest to be soaked.

Using another piece of clothe, Axe unbuttoned  his shirt so he could clean the sweat and fluids that had gathered around his ribs.

Papyrus watched as he did so and sighed. He knelt down by the bed.

Sans looked at him with tired eyes  "Sans, I understand but please. please! Your life is worth more!  I will be devastated by the disaster on our crops yes, but I will be more devastated if I were to lose my one and only brother.. The crops will grow back. They will bloom again... But you. You are

irreplaceable!"

Photo by Max Andrey from Pexels:

-> Did you know? That red carnation and sunflower symbolizes brotherly love as well?

END OF CHAPTER 2

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CHAPTER 1 💙

CHAPTER 3 💋

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THANK YOU FOR READING! 💙

feedback, Constructive criticism, comments are accepted! ��

Let me know what you think!

[punk-rockrz]

Love the art you posted today of Hook tending to Scavenger. The dynamicism of the posing between them both. It's very clear how much pain Scavenger is in, conveyed through his shaking servo and his building tears (I adore the detail of him getting rust too), and I can imagine his bucket tail shuddering as Hook scrapes the rust away from him. The frustration in Hook exudes off your art, and I love how you have written how he speaks. He feels like Hook completely. In his frustration, but his care for Scavenger. (Love his roman nose too...) Also, love the teeth detail. Love Cybertronians with sharp denta, so much, especially within the Con ranks.

Just loved the piece and have been in a massive Hook brainrot since October, so seeing this piece today made my absolute day. I am eager to see more of the dynamic between the Constructicons, especially with Hook as the medic for the Cons/his brothers.

Wowerz thank you! <::) i appreciate this a whole lot for serious

Just for you (and well. Er. An excuse to talk about my thoughts) I'll give you a little look into my awesome epic mind about them...

I think for starts a lotta the stuff I've been making has slowly detached from any one continuity, just because theres so little of the combiners in each one. I mostly just kinda mash together g1 personalities and general idw lore in my brain (you could say honestly that its more of a "idw but pretending the combiners were written like actual characters" more than anything.)

I view the constructicons as having a very weird relationship. Like a secret third thing between friendship and romance (with that im also gonna mention that i completely see them all as separate beings, as in i dont see any combiner team as being related like i learned. Some people apparently do. N id just like to be very clear on that cuz i personally think incest is deeply gross and uncomfortable and the idea of my work being taken as such disturbs me 👍) theyre all simultaneously grossly lovey with each other one moment and then Bonecrusher is trying to throw long haul because he decided he was hogging the remote or something. But as far as decepticons combiners go theyre the most functional as a group. They're in it for life despite the annoyances.

Some other thoughts.ermmm...apolocheese these will be disjointed. Im not very good at being comprehensible. i think gravedigger should exist for Bonecrushers lore. Hes dead as hell. Sorry. Functionism killed his ass and Bonecrusher is radicalized from it.

There is lore to my personal designs too, mainly in the faces. None of them initially had mouths, just the mask then the grinder below it, but hook kinda convinced them all to let him upgrade them (my idea is that mouths are generally seen as better by most, but for him he just wanted to show off on them) they all had their own reasons for taking the opportunity, such as Bonecrusher thinking himself being upgraded was a "fuck you" to others and scavenger thinking hed be liked more easily by others if he had the "better" option. Scrapper was the only one to deny getting the upgrade because he genuinely doesnt see the point. Hook keeps trying to convince him but hes trying less and less as time goes on.

And scavengers rusting yaaaay :D i think he gets those often because he's not the best at remembering his own upkeep and is one who spends a particular amount of time in environments that cause it to spread exponentially quicker. Ends up meaning that hook has to spend hours scrubbing it out of his plating if not replacing entire chunks of him frequently, something that progressively annoys and slightly concerns him and it definitely does nothing good for scavengers self esteem.

Some rapid fire of hook headcanons then I'll wrap up actually, uerrhh if anyone wants to hear my thoughts more though im not opposed to questions abt my thoughts on them and combiners over all. Theyre all chilling out in my brain for the moment it seems like.

- hes skilled in most if not all creative subjects, he almost seems to view creative subjects as his territory to defend, he HAS to be the best at all of it in his mind

- he'd rather die than ever admit to it, but he adores earth fashion and drag shows. He finds them fascinating. Sometimes he's just hiding away to look at videos of drag performances or he's sneaking glances at people he thinks are dressed particularly nicely. He almost wants to take up adding everything related to making clothing to his skillset.

- he wasn't initially a medic, he only picked up the knowledge he initially had for perform progressively more complicated cosmetic procedures. Eventually he got so engrossed in it when the constructicons found themselves partaking in a full blown war, he found himself saddled with the title of medic. Luckily for him its not as unwanted as he expected, finding the work of putting someone together again as satisfying as his actual passions.

- hes also unexpectedly excellent as a medic, any poor con who ends up with him at their repairs almost expects him to rip them apart out of frustration or just sadism, but hes surprisingly one of the gentler ones the decepticons have. Its not necessarily out of care, its just that he'd rather die than mess up anything. The only bad thing anyone can say is that he doesnt see patients as anything more than an object, its easier for him to dedicate himself that way, but it makes for an odd experience for the patient.

- hes the one who least enjoys being a combiner out of all of them. Well, really its more like hes the one with the most conflicted feelings about it. He enjoys the way it gives him more notoriety and power within decepticons, but the idea of people attaching who devastator is to their perception of him makes him shudder. He finds devastator particularly stupid and overly brutish, to be fair an opinion he holds of most, but especially the combined form of him and the others.

- will not be affectionate a single bit with his gestalt unless its extremely private. He doesn't want people having that image of him

- he has issues about control, honestly, particularly related to others perception of him. He hates the idea of anybody seeing him as anything but the image he painstakingly tries to uphold of him

Ummermurm.. thats kinda all i hauve rn. If u read all of that wowie thank you ::) i hope it made sense at all. N thank you once again i real appreciate how much you liked it 🦇🤘

[billkaulitzwife]

Okokok this is kinda based off ur darrell getting cheated on post but MORE PAIN 😤 plz do some hcs of what dar and sodas relationship would be like if darrys girlfriend cheated on him with soda, like would he ever forgive him?? I MUST KNOW PLZ ADDI

omg i hate you sm rn. also i decided im gonna try and get thru all my asks/ drafts so im not bothered anymore. :)

You're Still My Brother.

(Soda, Darry, F!Y/N)

Sodapop's POV

It was December 27th, 1965.

I was walking home from the DX when Darry's broad came up to me from behind.

"Hey, Soda! You walking home?"

"Uh- Yeah. Why? You coming over?"

"Well.. no. Uh... me and Darry broke up so I dunno if I'm allowed back there."

I was taken aback. I looked around slightly, my eyes pretty wild.

"Whoa.. whattya talkin' about?! Darry loves you with his whole life!"

"I guess not. I just wanted to talk about it before you headed home."

I looked at her and took a deep breath. I nodded slightly and sat down in the grass with her.

Y/N's POV

Sodapop is such a dumbass. As I sat in the grass with him, my façade didn't fade at all.

As I cried to him and told him the whole story, I had rolled my sleeves up enough so he could see the makeup I had put there.

"Y'know, Soda.. I really love him.. We were having a conversation but we didn't realise the twins were home."

I honestly don't feel anything in the moment.

"Addie burst in trying to tell Darry something and she ruined the whole thing.. She lied to him and told him that I was cheating on him."

"Addie? As in my sister?? She would never lie about anything!"

"Sodapop she's with Dallas of course she lies!"

"No she doesn't. Neither of the twins would lie. They love you like your their own sister!"

"Maybe not. Darry believed her over me. I tried telling him I didn't but he just didn't believe me."

Plan is ago. He looked at my arms.

"Y/N what's that."

I pulled my sleeve down so it seemed I didn't want him to know.

"Y/N is your Dad beatin' on you again?"

"...No. It was Darry and Pony."

His face softened with concern.

"What.."

God he's fucking gullible.

"No, no, Y/N.. a-are you sure?!"

"You ain't a woofin.. Addie tried but I guess she was too weak."

Darry's POV

I was wondering where Sodapop was.

He was supposed to be home 10 minutes ago.

"Twins?" I called out. I didn't know if they were with Johnny Cade or not, so I had to check.

"Yeah?" Addie called back, walking out of her room putting a jacket on.

I smiled at her, "Where's Pony?"

"In the shower." She smiled back and grabbed a leftover Christmas cookie from off the table. "Pony! Hurry it up we gotta go meet Johnny!" She yelled into the bathroom.

"I'M HURRYIN' QUIT GABBIN'." He called back.

"Addie, you know where Sodapop is at?"

"As far as I know he should be at work." She said, shoving her cookie in her mouth. "Why?"

"He shoulda been home 'bout 14 minutes ago."

"Oh.. Well I'll be on the lookout for 'im on the way to the lot." I nodded and waved goodbye as she walked out onto the porch waiting for Pony.

God I missed Y/N.

Soda's POV

Would my siblings really do this?

I mean there's obvious bruises, but.. Darry? The twins..?

"Oh my god.. Y/N... I'm so.. I'm so sorry.."

She had tears running down her face and I didn't know what to do or say.

Next thing I knew she was on top of me and kissing me.

I grabbed her waist, pulling her in a little more. She were warm and her hands were so soft against the back of my neck.

"Y/N, Stop.." I murmured.

She stopped and I sat back up.

"Wha-- Why??" I muttered in shyness.

"Because you understand and listen, Soda."

"Oh.. Hey, Listen.. I oughtta get home so they aren't too worried about me. Ion wanna get put in no boys home."

"Alright. I'll see you around."

"Yeah. Bye." I got up and walked away towards the house.

"Goodbyee"

GOD DAMMIT. I HATE THIS HOW DO I TELL DARRY.

Addie's POV

Pony had finally gotten dressed and walked outside when I saw Sodapop approach the house.

"Hey, Soda! How was work?"

"It was fine." He said, walking straight inside and to his room.

"He's home!" I said before I walked down the steps and out the gate.

"Hey, Ads. Something was off about Sodapop, don'tcha think?"

"You ain't a woofin'. He looked pretty Red- and pale, too.." I stopped walking towards the lot in realisation of something.

Sodapop had lipstick all over his lips.

"Ads, you alright?"

"He picked up a broad!" I smiled and hugged Pony in happiness.

He hugged me back and I jumped up 'n down.

"Ohhh my god ohmygodohmygodohmygod!! We'll have another sister!!"

Pony smiled and shook his head, laughing. We had almost reached the lot in about 4 minutes.

"Hey, Johnny!" I called out to the dark-haired boy I saw about 20 feet away.

Mine and Pony's dark hair had grown a LOT since August. His hair was just below his ears like before, and our blonde and grown out so our roots had came in some.

I ran towards Johnny and tackled him onto the couch, Pony following suite.

I told Johnny everything that had happened once we left and how we suspect a girl.

Darry's POV

"Oh, thanks Ads. Heya, Soda. I'm just makin' dinner."

"Cool." He said as he rushed to the bathroom to wash off his face.

Why? I'm not sure. I didn't think much of it.

"Darry can we talk? It's about Y/N. I'd prefer to sit down.."

"Alright..?" I lowered the stove to low and sat down at the kitchen table.

Soda sat down and took a deep breath. "Um..."

Third Person POV

Soda told him everything. The kiss, the lies, EVERYTHING.

Darry had tears forming in his eyes and he lowered his head onto the table.

"Darry I'm so sorry. I tried to believe myself but I just- I couldn't. I don't know why, Darrell plesse forgive me."

"Hey, Soda, this ain't your fault."

"But I feel so bad.."

"Don't worry. You're still my brother. You had nothin' to do with this. It's her fault, not your's."

. . . . . .

Pony noticed the streetlight turn on.

"Addie, time to go home."

"Ooh right. Dinner time! Johnny you wanna eat with us?"

"..Yeah sure!" Johnny replied.

The three walked to the Curtis'.

They entered and saw Darry and Soda hugging eachother.

"Woah.. what's happened?" Pony asked.

"Just sit down in the living room, I'll bring out the soup. Welcome in Johnny, y'all are just in time."

Sodapop wiped his eyes and grabbed Addie after she took off her jacket. He hugged her tight. "I'm sorry we didn't talk after I came home, I'll explain in a minute."

"Hey, Addie, Mickey's on TV!" Pony yelled to Addie after her and Soda hugged.

"It's all good, Soda. Love ya big brother."

"Love you too kid sister."

Darry had brought everyone a bowl of soup (JOHNNY INCLUDED), and he and Soda explained to the young teens.

Addie had broke into tears and Pony was left in shock. Johnny was just devouring his soup, but was shocked too.

"Soda.." Addie said, crying.

"Man.." Said Pony, his jaw dropped.

"Huh?" Mumbled Johnny.

They lived in harmony after they all dropped Y/N because she's a stuck up piece of SHIT.

[starrykitty013]

heyy i was wondering if u could do more avenger and Peter interactions. I would love more Steve and Peter but any thing is fine

Okay so idk if you wanted a drawing or a writing scrap but I made both. Tbh I made the animatic like fresh but the lil story I will attach to this ask is a little scrap from JGLEH that never got in and honestly is pretty bad but whatever here it is, it mostly has Fury but there avengers at the end and I didn’t wanna write a full one shot cuz it’s finals week and I’m already hanging by a thread.

Thank you so much for this ask tho, I hope you have a good day.

So here is the story:

So the kid was an official idiot.

Like now.

At 2:54am.

Parker: i srsly dont need 2 b here

Fury: I didn’t think kids texted like this anymore

Parker: we dont but like i was trying to dull down my gen z around you

Fury: how considerate

Parker: np

Fury got all of 3 minutes of peace before his phone buzzed again and he groaned.

Parker: let me outta this torture!!

Fury didn’t plan on responding as Peter proceeded to send him large paragraph texts about everything that was going on. Apparently he was roomed with Stark

Parker: jokes on them imma patrol

Fury: in Minnasota?

Parker: no in Canada

Fury: you are a little shit. Stop texting me.

Parker: *picture of a random graph chart with no lables*

Fury: what does that even mean?

Parker: find loss

Fury:...

Parker: iz ded meme

Parker: u shod no

Fury: I feel like your language skills are depletling with this conversation.

Parker: english is stupid

Fury sighed and the next text was sort of unexpected.

Parker: are you coming?

It was surprising because A.) Parker never used punctuation and B.) he never asked Fury to come to anything.

Fury: why?

Parker: cant deal with birdbrains rn

Fury was slightly taken aback. Peter often complained about the Avengers, but he never asked anyone to deal with them for him. He was headstrong and stubborn and a general pain in the ass to anyone who had ever known him - as far as Fury was concerned.

But Fury was curious as to what they could possibly do to annoy Peter enough to ask Fury to come up.

Fury:why?

Parker: Im puking

That threw Fury in for a loop. He immediatly pressed buttons on his phone as the call was ringing. Only after Fury did the action that he relized how ‘caring’ it must make him seem. The tone changed to a muffled russling in the background that was obviously Peter.

“Hey.” his voice was hoarse and Fury jumped forward to respond.

“What happened?” Fury asked immediatly earning a soft laugh out of Peter.

“Aww, you do care.”

“I’m asking what happened on the mission Parker. Not about your health issue right now.” Fury said. It was an excuse to make sure Peter was actually okay. There was no way in hell that the Avengers would take care of him and even if Peter could take care of himself, Fury wanted to make sure he wasn’t dying (the kid had a nasty habit of hiding fatal injuries or illlnesses) so he could be assured that Peter would come back to New York to actually take care of himself. “Status report.” he barked.

“I’m not a soldier” Peter reminded and Fury could picture his scrunched nose.

“I don’t give a shit. What’s going on?” Fury said in a stern cold tone.

“Uhm, well as you know it’s currently 3am, everyone is sleeping.” And Fury sighed and face palmed.

“Then how are they being ‘insufferable’?” Fury said in an annoyed tone.

“They were being insufferable.” Peter defended weakly.

“Is the mission going well?” Fury asked.

“Yes.”

“Then, please, tell me why you were texting me at three in the fucking morning Parker.” Fury gritted in the phone.

“... I might be a little...sick.” Peter mumbled and Fury could tell he was embarassed.

“And that’s my problem how?” Fury asked.

“It’s not… I just… didn’t feel good.” Peter said and a meek tone.

“This is the stupidest reason to call me.” Fury said to the boy, he didn’t yell at him though.

“I know.” Peter responded dejectedly.

“I can’t do anything from here. Not without the Avengers knowing and you know that too.”

“I just can’t sleep… and I may have ate too much.” Peter said. “It’s not serious.”

“Then why are we still talking about it?”

“I dunno… This conversation is kinda choppy.” Peter said. “But do you have anything else for me to do. I can’t sleep.” he said again.

“What happened to patrolling Minnasota?” Fury asked and Peter groaned.

“Minnasota is boring! I can’t hear any muggings or assults within a ten block radius!”

“Then play hockey or something.” Fury said and went to his computer to find the mission files. “How much of the mission have you gotten done?”

“About like 76 percent of it. We just gotta bust a werehouse and do a sweep for anybody who might’ve gotten away.” Peter responded. “Cap and Wilson could’ve handled it, you didn’t even need Barton.” suddenly there was a muffled knocking at the presumably bathroom door and it opening as Peter presumably looked up.

“What are you doin’ up?” Barton’s sleep-ridden voice snapped at Peter. Peter had been reletivly quiet but Barton was a spy.

“I’ll call you back.”

And the call hung up.

OoOoO

Peter looked up at Captian America, Falcon and Hawkeye as they had sat him on the bed in the hotel room.

After Clint had found him talking on the phone at 3 in the morning, he felt it nessary to call the rest of the team that was assigned on this useless mission to action.

“You said Fury was on the phone. What did he want?” Steve asked, they were all reasonably still grumpy from getting up at this time of night.

“Oh you know, mission reports and stuff.” Peter said casually. There was no way to admit it was because he had gotten sick and kind of asked to be picked up. It wasn’t even that bad, he’d just eaten too much at dinner. He was mildly nauseous, but nothing to write (or his case text) home about. He didn’t even know why he had texted Fury or told him that he was sick. The man didn’t care, he guessed it was because Fury wouldn’t give him sympathy. “He wanted to know when we’d be done.”

“We just got here.” Steve narrowed his eyes.

“That’s what I said.” Peter then leaped out a window to avoid further questioning

[woodsywizard]

Hey, I’ve been on your blog for a minute now and wanted to ask a couple of things.

I am a trans man (20) and I finally live by myself and have a job and a means of starting to medically transition.

However I find myself being afraid because being on hormones is a big transition (ha) and I don’t really have anyone in my life who A) knows Im going to be on hormones and B) is immersed in enough of my life to help me navigate these changes. So Im a little scared when it comes to this aspect. I know a lot of it is fairly self explanatory when it comes to the physical changes but if you would be okay with sharing if there’s any changes that you’ve noticed that would give you pause.

I also wanted to say that Im very excited to get this opportunity, I am just very weary of my family and own physiological changes without having someone to lean on with this. Thank you for anything you can provide for me.

🫶🫶🫶

Hi! Firstly let me just say that pretty much everything I think and feel about testosterone comes from my transitioning experience so it may Not translate directly to yours because hormones react to genetics, and everybody’s genetics are different. Also I’m 21 so my initial reaction was to say We Will have the Exact Same Changes I don’t think that’s. How bodies work KbdjBdjbd

That being said I will say living by yourself and transitioning is exactly what I did my first year. I only had like one other person I talked to in my city for like all of that year and that’s my current roommate who’s cis.

Do you have anyone online who knows? I honestly got way more support and like, was able to document stuff happening from just talking to my online trans masc friends, but I’m actively one of the first in my friend group to transition so the hormone doctors were more beneficial for answering questions I find. If you DO want or need support from a trans masc you can also always message me or send me asks too I’m literally always trying to chat with people. I’m literally always down to talk.

I think transitioning is a big step but also it happens very much like getting really itchy and random pains and sensitivity in places for like four months and it’s not really a change that kicked me in the teeth. I mean for the most part I’m still watching my body work on making hair thicker at a snails pace right now, it’s kind of silly to me. I guess I’m in the slower stage now so I don’t feel it as intensely though, because year 1 of T was much faster changes.

In terms of physical changes that give pause uhhh let me think. I think the first year has more physical changes more rapidly but also it depends entirely on your dosage. Like I stayed on .25 mL for about half a year until my voice stabilized then went to .3 and it dropped again. You can sit on the lowest dosage as long as you want and the doctors will let you pick when to up it or if you even ever want to. Some changes may only be seen in you specifically if you up it, and some may show up immediately the first month.

Okay rapid fire changes I can think of you might be concerned about:

OILINESS AND ACNE!! That was instant and evil!! But honestly I’m already kind of an oily freak so I just modified my showering schedule to slightly more frequent and the problem was solved.

Voice drop was pretty much instant. It starts by getting really fuckinf creaky. I sounded like a god damn haunted house it was so funny. You WILL sound like a sickly beast and it WILL be funny or at least I thought it was funny. It can hurt sometimes to voice crack constantly but now my voice only cracks like once every few months thank god.

Sex drive 😭😭😭 I know it’s different for everyone but I went from being horny 60% of the time to like 99% of the time. It’s gotten better by year two but it’s STILL way more intense for me than it used to be and that has caused me active suffering sometimes so like. It’s not terrible but watch out for it.

For me bottom growth was pretty much immediate, which I liked, but it was sensitive and painful for the whole growing period and that can be annoying if you’re active. It stopped being sensitive and painful after a while and now it’s just sitting there like nothing happened.

Weight gain was big for me and fast but I was actively underweight before so I kind of loved that. You may become a lot hungrier than before and have to eat more than you used to, I know I do. I’ve been told some people don’t though.

The hair growth I pretty much didn’t even see until a year in, and it started as side burns that still haven’t quite grown out 😭😭😭. Literally so silly. I think most people however experience hair growth instantly so I’m including it here. Your arms, legs, butt, shoulders, stomach, chest, pretty much anywhere with hair will get thicker darker hair. And a happy trail 😳 and it’s kinda nice being like blanketed in a bunch of hair in places I was so cold before. I suffer the fate of having about 3 scraggly black hairs under my chin that REFUSE to grow out any more hairs to turn into a beard and this may happen to you too😔😔😔 that’s just life man

Fat redistribution happened kind of quicker than hair growth but didn’t happen for me until I was at .4 mL which is my current dosage of T every 2 weeks. Your hips will become boxier and your face becomes less rounded. For some reason my ass grew during this time and I have no idea why. I don’t care too much but it’s the horrors we have to deal with.

My period only stopped after a year and a half of T which I’ve been told is late for that, but some folks never have it stop so I’m just glad it did tbh.

This one isn’t scary but muscle growth stuff kicked in at like a years time when I upped my dosage and I felt like I was suddenly the hulk because I could carry about 5 more pounds than before. I will say it’s kinda amazingly fun to just have extra strength Bc now I pick people up too which I couldn’t do before. It makes for very silly goofing around. Good stuff.

I have no evidence that this one is universal and not me centric but I did have anemia before and when my period stopped the anemia went away, so I’m less easily made cold. Like it’s harder for me to suffer in the cold. I’m also hairier and fatter now, which I think adds to it. First winter I’ve ever gone outside in shorts in the lower 50’s but hey, my legs sweat if I don’t.

Also, I don’t think I had literally any emotion swings. Some people do! Some people go through it! But I was pretty much exactly the same. Only hairier. Eventually.

My grandma keeps asking me if I have a cold when I come by Bc literally the only thing she noticed about all these changes was my voice deepening. I’m on year two now and my voice is literally so deep and she still hasn’t connected any dots. People have almost never assumed I’m trans first unless you I expressed to them previously that I want to transition in some way. Literally no one but one other trans person I met has ever gone up to me and even asked for my pronouns like upon meeting me and I look very androgynous/leaning masc. If you don’t want to come out to people, tell them you have a cold, and it will solve that for the most part I find. However, I also live in like the Deep South in America where people don’t know trans folks exist, and if they do know, they don’t know trans men exist. If you live anywhere more liberal than that you might get asked about your gender if your voice is deep and you’re short.

I don’t know if that was helpful but I hope it helped 😭😭😭 feel free to contact me any time about this stuff though it’s literally so confusing to navigate being trans. I’m always open and I WILL send cat photos if asked.

[not-your-fucking-kacchan]

hi there, im not sure if your requests are open but how about iida x reader who just got glasses and feels like a dweeb? thanks in advance ^^ !!

Aww this is such a sweet ask! Nmakandjbff Imagining it it's just so adorable sklsmnf

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 <3

Check out my kinktober!

𝐈𝐢𝐝𝐚 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 - 𝐒𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐃𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐛

You had just gone to Recovery Girl to open up about the almost constant headaches you've been experiencing over the past year or so. And sure, it's irresponsible to sleep on something that could be so serious for so long, but it's just nice to live in denial sometimes.

Part of you was convinced that it was a tumor for a while, and it was the main reason you didn't go and get it looked at, because if you were gonna kick the bucket, you would rather do it in blissful ignorance, thank you! But as soon as you'd opened your big mouth to Tenya, he personally saw to it that you were escorted straight to recovery girl to get a professional opinion.

On the way to her office you were given a stern earful from your concerned, worrywart friend, and you weren't given even the slightest chance to claw your way out of an impromptu doctors appointment.

You had never expected this outcome, though.

Apparently, the headaches and pain was a sign of sensitivity to light, which is experienced more commonly by people with more reactive pupils, like yourself. The solution?

Glasses.

In all honestly, you never really thought of people with glasses as any different, but as soon as you put them on yourself, the change was not handled well. They look hideous on you, all big and bulky and irritating to wear.

The first time Tenya caught you not wearing them was the very next day. Cue another earful.

"This continuous irresponsibility is highly unbecoming of one of Japan's future top heroes! What is so difficult about wearing a simple pair of spectacles?! I really should know!"

He chops his hands and furrows his eyebrows at you as he gives you another lecture, and you know it's only coming from a place of valid concern for you, but you just don't like it when he points out how stubborn you're being.

"I look like a dweeb! Come on- nobody's gonna take me seriously when I look like this! They don't suit me at all, they're hideous! I'd prefer the pain, thank you very much-!"

"Oh! So you think I look like a "dweeb"?!"

This was supposed to be his 'got ya' moment, but you had other plans.

"No, ya' just act like one."

"What was that?!"

"Nothing!"

He offers only a simple sigh in response, placing a hand on your back lightly to attempt comforting you.

"I, for one, thought they looked rather lovely on you... But nobody is focusing on what you look like. -With the exception of maybe Mineta but it's not your face he's looking at- Anyway, I think you look just fine. They actually rather suit you... You look cute. Just do me this favour, please? Avoiding this problem is not healthy."

You've loved him even more ever since he's started to adopt a slightly more crude sense of humour, but aside from that, he's just so good at making you feel better. Now, you actually feel a lot better. Pretty good, actually.

He's not surprised when you offer a small sigh back as you rest your head gently on his shoulder, just to find a place to be more comfortable while you pout and be all miserable for the next few minutes.

[goldengoddess]

i worry about you - kaz brekker

request: ok what about kaz sending inej to check up on his s/o every night and then his s/o catches inej one day and confronts kaz about it and he basically admits he gets worried about them and needs to know they’re okay before he lets himself fall asleep

a/n: this was kind of cute and very in character for kaz so i love it <3

warnings: none i think 

at first you hadn’t noticed it. you hadn’t really picked up on the fact that every other night inej would walk you to your room at the slat or that she would knock on your door for something random like, ‘oh what time are we getting up tomorrow morning’. inej’s sudden interest in your nightly routine and nightly where abouts hadn’t made you suspicious, the two of you were good friends after all.

but then, on the nights that inej didn’t stop by your room, you felt like you were being watched. you would pace around your room, open and close the door after checking if someone was standing outside, and you’d make sure the blinds of your windows where closed every night.

then one night, you caught her. maybe she was being clumsy that night or maybe you had been so paranoid recently that you were able to notice the Wraith’s movements.

“inej come out of the shadows please” you had sternly said, your arms firmly crossed across your chest.

you heard a small sigh and then suddenly inej materialized from the shadows. she wore a sheepish grin like a child who was caught taking candy after dinner.

“hey y/n what are you doing here” she lightly joked.

you almost let yourself smile, this girl. but you kept your fake stern face on, “inej, what are you doing in my room? it’s almost midnight and i saw you like an hour ago.”

she let out another sigh. she thought for a moment. and the spoke, “look i was just checking in on you. you seemed sort of down at dinner and i wanted to make sure everything was okay, honestly.”

you had let yourself smile at her then. it was so sweet that she had noticed.

really, you had been bummed out all night because kaz seemed to be in and even worse mood than usual and his moods always affected yours.

“i’m okay inej, just an odd night. i appreciate the fact that you checked in, but for future reference, i’m perfectly okay if you decide to use my door like a normal person”

she grinned while walking backwards to your window, “you know that’s not my style y/n.” and then she flipped out the window like the spider she was.

but that wasn’t inej’s last visit. and she didn’t use the door like you’d told her too. now that you knew to look out for her, it was easier to notice when she slipped into your room and then slipped out.

she’d stay for a couple of seconds and then leave. in and out like a ghost, leaving no trail of her being there. but now that you’d seen her you couldn’t un see her. and this wasn’t some friendly check in, you weren’t sad or in a bad mood every night. and she came into your room every night.

after about two weeks of this weird unexplainable routine of inej’s, you decided to say something.

you were sitting on your bed reading when you let out an exasperated sigh and closed the book. you blew some hair away from your face before saying, “saints inej please come out.”

you got deja vu as she walked out of the darkness. “you heard me again?” she said to you, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

you shook your head, “i’ve been able to tell every time you’re in here since the last time i caught you. don’t forget you’re not the only spy here Wraith.”

she stayed silent, her lips pressed into a thin line.

“tell me why you’re here. why you sneak into my room every night” you said.

she took a seat on your bed next to you. “i’m checking in on you” is all she gave you.

you threw your hands up in frustration, “why inej. you know i’m fine why do you feel the need to check in all of a sudden. are you okay?”

she laughed at your concern, leaning her head on your shoulder. “im checking in because kaz told me to check in on you.”

you pushed her off of you in shock, “kaz brekker? the kaz that we’re both friends with ? both work with?”

she nodded her head, “the one and only.”

you shook your head in disbelief, “why would kaz ask you to do that?”

she shrugged and pushed herself off the bed, shuffling towards the window. “i’m not sure. he told me to do is a few months ago and-”

“months?!” you interject.

“-and he takes it very seriously. i always have to go upstairs and tell him everything is okay.”

you were confused to say the least, you didn’t understand why kaz would ask inej to check on you every night. so you stayed silent. inej took that as her cue to leave, slipping out the window the same way she had weeks before.

you waited a few minutes. you mulled over your thoughts and memories, looking for any reason that kaz might need to know your location at night. had you done something wrong ? did he suspect you were betraying him? you felt a little hurt at the thought. you and kaz were close, closer than he was with the rest of the crows. he should know that you would never leave the dregs, they had saved your life. kaz had saved your life.

you shook your head and walked out of your room. why not just ask? it couldn’t hurt right? kaz may never give a straight answer in his life but maybe he would tell inej to back off.

by the time you made it to his door you were slightly angry, possibly annoyed. what right did kaz have to spy on you using one of your own friends. was there no such thing as privacy ?

you knocked on the door and waited for kaz’s ‘come in’ to step into his room/office.

he was sitting at his desk, hunched over a couple of accounting books from the crow club. you knew him well enough to know he was double checking every transaction to make sure there were no mistakes.

he looked up and pushed the papers away from him when he realized it was you. “oh y/n, it’s you.”

you huffed and walked over to him, standing in front of his desk. “yeah it’s me. i need to talk to you about something.”

he leaned back in his chair, motioning with his arms for you to go on.

you took a deep breath, “why have you asked inej to check on me every night?”

his eyes went wide slightly, and he sat up straight in his chair. all of his relaxed energy gone.

you went on, “because frankly it’s disrespectful. i don’t do anything that would make you suspicious of me. you know i would never leave or betray the dregs. so why do you ask my friend of all people to check on my location at night time kaz this is an invasion of my space and i can’t-”

“that is not why inej checks in on you” he interrupts.

you placed your hands on your hips. “okay so tell me brekker, why do you need inej to check in on me?”

he ran a hand through his hair. it kind of seemed like he was having an internal battle with himself.

“because i worry about you.”

you narrowed your eyes at him, your eyebrows creasing in confusion. “what?”

he was staring at his gloved hands, anywhere but you. “i worry about you. i want to make sure you get home okay or that you’re relaxed. i don’t make her check because i think you’re out working with another gang. i ask her to check to make sure you’re safe. especially if you came back from a job.”

you stayed silent for a minute. you had come in here ready for a fight, not this. you were prepared to fight or endure kaz’s passive aggressive energy for a couple of hours, you most definitely hadn’t prepared yourself for his honesty.

“but why would you want to know i was safe?”

he chucked darkly. “it’s not that i want to. i need to. unless i know you’re okay i can’t sleep. i’ll stay up for hours overthinking your job and how i wasn’t sure if i had seen you at dinner or playing cards with jesper. and then my mind wanders into all of the things that could have happened to you or could be happening to you. so inej tells me when you’re in your room safe and not in pain and only then can i fall asleep.”

neither of you said a word. you fidgeted with your fingers as a distraction. you were in shock. you were flattered. the blush on your cheeks far too hot. you were feeling so much.

but mostly you felt loved and cherished by kaz.

so you said, “sometimes when you’re in a mood. i get in a mood. it’ll ruin my whole night because i know for the rest of my day i’ll worry about you. and whether you’re feeling better or not. thinking about what made you pissed in the first place. thinking about all of the people who could make you happy in that moment.”

he deserved your vulnerability back.

when it became clear that kaz wasn’t going to say anything, you made your way to his door.

“wait”

you paused at the door

“i’ll tell inej to back off”

you turned towards him and he was finally looking at you.

you smiled at him, “thank you kaz.” you paused for a moment. “maybe tomorrow night, and the night after that, and the night after that, i’ll come in here and say good night? right after my jobs and when i’m heading to bed. would that be okay?”

if he needed the reassurance that you were okay to sleep, then you would happily climb two flights of stairs to give him that peace of mind.

plus you couldn’t deny the excitement you felt at the prospect of saying good night to kaz.

kaz had a small grin on his face too. “yeah,” he whispered, “that would be fine.”

you opened the door and before you lost your courage you said, “and kaz. you can always come down to my room to say goodnight. i like knowing you’re safe too.”

you stepped through the door and closed it behind you.

“good night brekker” you called out behind you.

[ynsimagines]

Supergirl: Stress Migraine

TW: Stress, Migraines. Throwing Up.

@superdanverss​ thanks for helping.

Your body was still trying to calm itself down from the anxiety attack you had after finding out Kara had been hurt. Your sister, your best friend, your rock lay unconscious under the sun lamps.

 You had been stressed out to the max and you could feel a familiar pressure building behind your eyes. You’ve been getting migraines for as long as you can remember. You had a long list of different triggers, and one of them was definitely stress. There was the occasional migraine that would get so bad you’d find yourself in the hospital.

You had sat there for a while longer, and you felt that the pain was just starting to get worse until Alex walked in. “Y/N, you should head home for the day. Kara will be awake tomorrow,” she said. However, once she took a good look at you the crinkle on her forehead deepened, you were white as a sheet of paper.

“Kiddo, you look pale, what’s wrong?” ‘Other than your sister almost dying?’ you thought to yourself.��

“I’m Fine.”

Alex shook her head, “you don’t look fine,” she said.

You knew you couldn’t hide your pain anymore. You buried your head in your hands and let some tears escape. “My head, hurts.”

Alex looks at you sadly knowing its from stress and rubs your back. “I’m sorry sweetheart. Why don’t you let me take you home?” 

You nodded knowing you didn’t have the strength to sit there or argue any longer. You got up from where you were sitting and let Alex help you walk since the dizziness was starting to set in.

Alex stayed with you at yours and Kara’s apartment that night to look after you and make sure you wouldn’t need a trip to the emergency room. Since you were able to keep food and water down she didn’t see the need to give you an IV just yet. After much debate she decided to go to work the next morning and see Kara once she made sure you’d have everything you’d need. 

Once she’d arrived at the DEO she was greeted by Winn who asked how you were doing because he saw Alex walking you out last night. “Honestly, I’m not sure her migraines always take so much out of her. I’m planning to stay with her again tonight ”

He nodded knowingly before Alex excused herself to the sunroom where Kara was. When she walked in the blonde was awake and sitting up playing with her phone. “Hey! you,” she said smiling.

Kara looked up at her older sister and smiled back. “Hey Alex.”

“How are you feeling?” She asked grabbing her stethoscope and going to check her sister’s vitals. “Almost 100%, I think my powers are pretty much back,” she said happily.

“Where’s Y/N?” Asked Kara, you normally were always by her side whenever the sun lamps were involved.

Alex sighed, “she wasn’t feeling very well so I made her go home.”

“What?” Said Kara attempting to get up before Alex pushed her to sit back down. “Kara, you shouldn’t be up and about just yet.”

“I don’t want Y/N to be alone,” protested Kara as she got up again and super sped back into her super suit. Before Alex could say anything she flew out of the window to your apartment.

When she arrived she noticed that your room was dark and instantly realized what was wrong. She walked in trying to be quiet in case you were asleep, and what she saw made her heart hurt. You were awake lying on your back with an ice pack on your temples. She knelt by your bed before you noticed her which caused you to smile slightly.

“Kara?” You asked weakly.

“Hi little one”

“Are you ok?” You asked still concerned

“Yes, Im fine sweetheart,” she said taking your hand in hers. “Migraine?”

You sighed, “It hurts so bad, Kar,” you said trying not to cry.

“I’m sorry honey, is there anything I can get you?” She asked feeling your forehead and grimacing when she realized you had a slight fever. 

“My pain medicine? I haven’t taken one since before Alex left.” Kara knows you try not to take them very often because they’re not good for your stomach. Her concern grows when she realizes how bad your pain must be for you to feel like you absolutely need them.

She nods before getting up and leaving the room. Once she was in the hall the superhero let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. She hated seeing you suffer from migraines like this. Over the years she had helped you through many and was fully intending on babying you until you felt better.

Kara found your orange bottle in the kitchen and got you a glass of water before confirming with Alex that it would be okay to also give you a fever reducer. “Can you sit up for me babe?” 

You did as you were told but buried your head in your hands and winced as the pounding intensified Kara tried to provide you with some comfort by rubbing your back while she handed you the pills with the bottle of Gatorade to help you stay hydrated. Every part of your body felt weak and you were shaking like a leaf which you realized was probably the fever. Once you took the medication Kara instructed you to lay back down and placed a new ice pack back on your forehead.

“Just try and relax, close your eyes little one, I’m right here.” She said Laying on her side next to you and resuming holding your hand. She kissed the side of your head and let her mind wander as you dozed off. She went thought of your list of triggers but couldn’t come up with anything. ‘Why were you getting a migraine?’

You only slept for about an hour before waking up still in massive amounts of pain. “Honey, how is your head feeling?” Kara asked groggily having napped herself.

You winced, “like it’s going to explode,” you said. Rao, the pressure in your head felt like your brain was going to start oozing out of your ears, and you felt your mouth began to salivate. Due to your increased Heartrate and Breathing Kara was able to predict what was about to happen. She was fully prepared with the trashcan when you said, “Kara, I’m gonn-”

Before you could even finish the sentence, bile forced it’s way up your esophagus and made it’s way out. Your sister held your hair out of the way and rubbed soothing circles on your back until you were eventually done and mostly just dry heaving.

“Sorry Kara,” you said miserably. 

“Nothing to apologize for sweet girl,” she kissed your forehead before going to clean up and text an update to Alex. You felt a little better and were able to get up and brush your teeth in the bathroom. As much as you hated throwing up it usually relieved your migraine a lot.

You were able to sit out on the couch as long as Kara kept the lights turned down. Kara gave you some saltine crackers to munch on and had you drinking pedialyte. You hoped to Rao you could keep it down or Kara would have Alex come and give you an IV or take you to the ER.

“Little one, what do you think caused this migraine?” Asked Kara sitting down next to you on the couch.

You thought for a moment about lying to her, but couldn’t when you looked into her big, blue eyes. “Stress,” you sighed.

Kara thought for a moment before she was hit with realization and she suddenly felt a pang of guilt in her chest. Yes, of course stress was one of your triggers, and of course seeing her big sister get hurt and unconscious would be incredibly stressful. She hated whenever being a superhero negatively effected someone she loved, especially her baby sister.

“Oh Rao, I’m so sorry sweetheart. I should’ve realized that” she said hugging you. 

“It’s okay Kara, it’s not your fault,” this didn’t help your sister with her guilt though.

She rubbed your knee “I definitely could try to be more careful. Wear my anti-Kryptonite soon more often. Not go busting in places without backup.” 

You nodded, “My head and I would really appreciate that. I’m sure Alex and J’onn would as well,” you joked lightly.

“I also think we should talk to J’onn about helping you learn how to meditate. That will help with your stress and anxiety levels,” she added.

Kara kissed your forehead again before putting a pillow on her lap and directing you to lay down on it. Once you were settled Kara turned on the TV knowing it wouldn’t worsen your pain at this point and put on some mindless comedy while gently stroking your hair. 

"I love you, Kara.”

“I love you too, baby girl.”

When Alex came back to your apartment that night she found you and Kara fast asleep on the couch curled up in each other’s arms.

[multiplefandomsblog]

request; COCKWARMING WITH SHUICHI OR MONDO PLEASEEEEE I BEG OF YOU

warnings; Shuichi is the ones serving(aka, the one who is… Penetrating), the reader has GN parts and pronouns, yeah penis microwaving, the slightest bit of sadism, the slightest begging kink, kissing, denying himself orgasms.

note; OKAY SO I TRIED MY BEST TO WRITE FOR MONDO AND I DON'T KNOW WHY ITS SO HARD TO WRITE FOR HIM IM SORRY SAUDBHJSKDFB also i couldn't tell if you meant hc or oneshot, so i just did head-canons- if that's okay- lmk if you wanted a scenario/one-shot instead, I'll totally re-do it for you, don't even worry about it!!!

Shuichi Saihara

◊ I think Shuichi wouldn’t know what it was at first; he’s pretty inexperienced when it comes to anything about sex, positions, kinks, fetishes... um, anyway—

◊ You’d definitely have to talk about it to him straightforwardly, he wouldn’t know what you were talking about at all if you tried hinting at it.

◊ The conversation is a bit awkward, and as much as Shuichi tried to remain serious about an activity such as that; you can see it on his face. He isn’t fooling anyone.

◊ Shuichi is open to the idea, maybe even more than just open. Like, he just,,, really wants to try it out. With you. Although he’s honestly a little afraid he might not do it properly, but even so, he’s willing to try.

◊ The first time you guys try it out, Shuichi sounds like he’s more strained than you, despite you being the one who has to be stretched out.

◊ Shuichi would probably get concerned for you halfway and ask you if you need to pull away, he has his hands supporting your hips the best he can. The baby boy looks up at you, flushed, panting face, but you can still see the concern glossing over his eyes.

◊ He doesn’t want to hurt you at all. So if you ever winced, he’d be quick to apologize or soothe you with gentle kisses on your neck and hands whilst apologizing under his breath. “I-I’m really sorry, a-are you okay? Do you need to pull off?” The idea doesn’t exactly rouse him, but he always puts your comfort and safety first. He doesn’t ever want to see you in pain, nor be the cause of any pain.

◊ Shuichi, for the love of God, cannot cock-warm and be doing something else at the same time. Like doing detective work and having you in his lap; it takes up so much of his brainpower to not cum, so imagine how much energy he’d need to focus on a case whilst you squeeze the life out of him.

◊ Maybe if he was kissing you and cock warming, sure. But even then, he has to leave short, fleeting kisses on your lips instead of long, passionate ones because he has to take a damn breath every few seconds to try and calm himself down.

◊ He’d be leaving you slow, short kisses that’d tease you to want more unintentionally, before pulling away to rest his head on your shoulder. He gets a bit overwhelmed from the dual intimate contacts. “W-wait, I... give me a second.” The boy is trying so hard not to cum right then and there from the way your walls clench around him, he has to grasp at your hips in desperation.

◊ Speaking of which, if you ever clenched around him particularly hard, he’d whimper and clench his eyes shut before digging his fingers into your thighs, “S- wait! P-please, wait…!” And he lets out that little strained moan, you know, in his JP voice files-

◊ If he ever saw you do this on purpose, he’d plead your name, followed by a strained groan from trying not to climax; it’s unfair. He thinks it’s super unfair.

◊ If he was feeling especially cloudy in the brain, he’d probably retaliate by bucking his hips ever so slightly, just to get that satisfying moan out of you. Obviously, he doesn’t admit to liking when you plead for him to wait, instead, he plays innocent; “I- I’m sorry…! It was on instinct…!”

◊ LIAR

◊ Sometimes Shuichi would unintentionally pull you closer to him by tugging at your hips, resulting in him going even deeper. This is a simple instinct to bring you closer, he truly doesn’t think about the effect it has on you.

◊ Cock warming doesn’t last long with this poor boy, he’d either cum on accident from the slightest movement, or he’d have to pull out before he did.

◊ Shuichi doesn’t love cock-warming a ton; as a result of the fact, he can’t last long before having to cum or pull out. But if you asked him to do it again, he wouldn’t say no. Though he’d be a little hesitant. Well, maybe if you begged him—

◊ Jokes aside, seriously, just one little plea out of you, and he caves in. It definitely strokes his ego to know you’d literally beg for it. There is a small sadistic part of him that wants to deny you again, but he doesn’t, he’s too weak, and he loves you too much.

[t0shii]

% comforting them when they're upset

.! oikawa, tsukishima, matsukawa (sep) x gn!r

.! angst + fluff/ breakdowns, crying, etc. lightly proofread bc im lazy so sorry for any mistakes.

.! im so sorry if this is absolute word vomit or horse shit 😭 i tried my best though 😌 uhhh sorry for not posting yesterday i got my daith pierced and i was in a lot of pain after that so i didnt feel like writing anywho enjoy this 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 p.s. i was originally gonna write for mad dog but i was struggling so i went with mattsun instead sorry. also idk why matsuns ended up being so short i didnt do him justice i apologize 😩

oikawa

— always gets discouraged when his knee bothers him. today was one of those days. his coach had made him sit out of practice because he had been limping a bit. he came home distraught and you noticed right away.

"what's the matter toru?" you asked opening your arms for a hug, which he accepted, wrapping his arms around your middle quite tightly. "my knee is bothering me again 'n coach made me sit out. it's just not fair." he mumbled into your shoulder. you could feel his tears soak through your shirt. you nodded and responded, "baby, he just doesn't want you to hurt yourself. i know it's not fair but-", "but i wanna play volleyball, i wanna get better and practice." he said, aggravated that you weren't exactly on his side, still he held you tighter.

"toru, baby, look at me." he does as told, and you bring your hands up to wipe his tear stained cheeks,"toru, you can't strain your knee anymore than you already do, you know this. i know you only want to play volleyball, baby i know, but you have to be patient." he nods in agreement and you do the same, then guiding his head back to your shoulder, "i know it's frustrating toru, but you can't force it, y'know? he wouldn't make you sit out if it wasn't for your best interest. you know that, deep down."

the two of you had been cuddling on the couch, his back against your chest when you heard him sniffling again, "toru, what's wrong?" you ask softly, sitting up slightly. "i'm so useless, my own knee can't even work right. the team deserves someone better and so d-do you" he hiccuped, hiding is face in his hands. you felt guilty for not comforting him more earlier. "toru, that's not true at all." you stated, forcing his hands into yours, "take it back right now." he looked at you confused. "toru oikawa i said take it back right this instant." you said a little sterner than before.

"no." he managed to get out through sobs, and you knew the stern method wasn't going to work this time around. "toru, please. you're not useless at all, not to anyone, not to the team, and especially not to me. you're the best teammate, friend and boyfriend anyone could ever ask for and your knee just needs a break sometimes, you just need a break sometimes and thats okay. needing a break doesn't make you useless or weak, toru." you say softly, guiding him to a sitting position, hugging him closely and tracing small, comforting shapes on his back.

"you're so so strong toru, and you're an amazing person, an amazing boyfriend, you're such an amazing volleyball player and i'm so proud of how far you've come since highschool." you say, kissing the crown of his head. "you mean it?" he asks leaning back to look at you, "i always do, toru. i love you more than anything, and i'm so so fucking proud of you, but you have to know, it's okay to need a break sometimes and it doesn't change who you are as a person and it definitely doesn't make you weak or useless. he nods in response, burrying his head into the crook of your neck. you both stay like that, you whispering words of affirmations, him listening fondly until he feels better a little while later.

tsukishima

— he usually didn't let the stress of professional volleyball get to him like this, but he couldn't help it he would be lying if he said he wasn't overwhelmed, from interviews, to extra practice to prepare for the overseas games he had coming up, he was exhausted, to add onto it all he had been neglecting you and he felt horrible for it.

you knew practice was going to be running late since your boyfriend had told you in advance, so you weren't initially worried as to why kei had been coming home late at night. this night in particular was the fourth night in a row kei been home late and you starting to grow concerned. you hadn't seen him hardly at all that week, which was unusual because he always made time for you no matter what. worried, you decided to stay awake and wait for him to get home.

when the time finally comes, your heart dropped at his appearance, he looked absolutely horrible, as if he hadn't slept right in weeks. "why are you up?" he mumbled, taking his shoes off rather sloppily, uncharacteristic of him. you made your way closer to yoir exhausted boyfriend, "kei, i'm worried about you. i know you don't like me meddling with your career, and please don't misunderstand my concern for that. i'm just worried you aren't getting enough rest and i've barely seen you at all this week." you said, crossing your arms over your chest.

you knew something was wrong when you saw the tear swell in his eyes, but he just stood there awkwardly, you walked closer toward him, "kei, what's wrong?" you ask, extending your arms toward him, which he basically fell into, he started sobbing immediately, shocking you initially. "i'm s-sorry for neglecting you this week, i didn't mean to i-i just-", "kei, i'm not worried about that, i'm worried that you aren't taking care of yourself properly." you mumble, patting his back comfortingly. to which he shakes his head no."work has been too much recently, i can't sleep and i barely have time to even think. its just practice, interviews, practice, interviews i-i can't handle it all anymore, y/n." he sobbed into your shoulder, you were speechless at his vulnerability.

"kei,-", "but i can't stop now because that'll make me a failure and i don't want to let you down and the team too, i just want to make everyone proud but i think i'm falling behind." he cried, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. "kei, you could never let me down. actually, i think i've been letting you down recently, i don't tell you this enough but, i'm so so proud of you kei, so proud you don't even understand, i'm sorry for not expressing that enough to you. i understand that you feel as if you're falling behind but overworking and stressing yourself out isn't going to help you improve, kei, and i know you also know that."

"you're working yourself sick, kei and i can't stand here and continue to let that happen so you're taking a day off whether you like it or not. tomorrow will be a me and you day, how does that sound? i'll call your coach in the morning." honestly, you wouldn't have let him say no anyways, and he knew that so he just nodded his head. "look at me kei, you have to tell me when you're feeling overwhelmed. it's not good to keep things in like this, it's just like you tell me." he nods his head, but avoids eye contact, "and i'm not disappointed or upset at you, you know. but i can't read your mind, so please just tell me when things start to feel like they're crashing down on you 'kay? i'll help you just like you help me." you smile, he looks at you and nods, hugs you closer and whispers an "i love you" into your ear, which you return.

matsuwaka

— you knew his work was stressful and emotionally and mentally exhausting, so there were always worries in the back of your mind that he would become too overwhelmed, well today your worries became reality.

"welcome home issei." you called from the kitchen as your boyfriend walked through the door, though he offered you no response, which made you frown. "issei?-" you gasped when you felt a pair of strong arms sneak their way around your waist, "jesus, issei, you scared me!" you giggle placing your hands atop of his own, but you realized he was not laughing with you. "issei, baby?" concern laced in your tone as you maneuvered your way around to face him, "what's wrong baby?" you ask, taking his face in your hands to wipe at escaping tears.

"work was rough today." was all he said as he melted at the feeling of your thumbs running back and forth on his cheeks. "oh issei, i'm sorry." you mumbled, kissing the tip of his nose lightly, "is there anything i can do to help?" he didn't know why but something inside of him snapped when you asked him that, and sobs escaped his lips, he could only hide his face in the space between your neck and shoulder because for some reason he felt... ashamed to be crying in front of you like this. "please just hold me." he cried, so you did just that, shushimg him when his sobs got violent, rubbing your hand up and down his back soothingly.

the both of you stood there for a good 15 minutes before you spoke up after he had calmed down a bit, "is there anything you need to get off your chest? you don't have to tell me now or even at all but i want you to know that whatever is bothering you, you can tell me, anything at all. i know your job is mentally exhausting and honestly i dont even know how you do it but i dont want you thinking you have to carry the burden of it alone, okay? i'm so proud of you, so so so proud of you issei, i just wanted you to know that."

you felt him nod in the crook of your neck, a soft, "thank you." sounding shortly after, "of course." you responded, kissing his shoulder a few time.he wasn't sure when he would feel completely ready to get things off his chest but he felt loved knowing that you would always be there to comfort him, and for that he was forever grateful.

[gamerwoo]

[Tales from the Pack] Joshua: Second Chance (Part One)

Characters: Joshua x female reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, fantasy, angst, possible character death, a little bit of fluff but it’s like angsty fluff

Word count: 1,837

Summary: After his mate died, Joshua always blamed himself and never wanted to imprint again. However, fate has other ideas when he meets you: a young, energetic werecoyote that’s quite the opposite of him. He insists he doesn’t want a new mate – nobody’s even sure if he’s ready for a new one – but he can’t ignore his instincts.

Next | Second Chance Masterlist

a/n: things in bold are in english. BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY!!!! hi i know everyone has been awaiting this series from tftp in particular. and while i wish i could say im updating this regularly,,,,,i cannot. there’s no definite update schedule, im just doing it when i can. i wanted to wait until i had all the parts written but im impatient. but i hope you’ll enjoy this series even with the slow updates, and i hope it lives up to expectations 💜

“Where’re we going?” Joshua grumbled as he followed slightly behind Hansol and Kyung, the younger boy’s hand wrapped around hers.

Joshua was going with them to the doctor without actually knowing. Kyung knew better than to tell him before they left because she figured the grumpy werewolf would just tell her no, not really caring whether he was unable to heal or not -- even though that was very clearly a bad sign that he had overexerted himself.

Kyung thought maybe Joshua would be a little less...angry all the time once she got to know him, but Joshua was stubborn well before he’d even met her -- he was just bad at shoving his stubbornness and anger down.

“I promised I’d get my back fixed if Kyung decided to stay, and you said you’d go if I went, didn’t you?” Hansol reminded his brother with a smirk over his shoulder. “We’re gonna go see that doctor we were told about. What was her name again?”

“Minjee,” Kyung replied. “Not to sound rude but...Josh, why don’t you want to see a doctor?”

“I don’t really care if I can heal or not either way,” he replied flatly, “but I said I’d get help if Hansol did. So...here we are.”

“Here we are...” she repeated in a mumble.

Joshua simply followed the mated couple in silence as the alpha led them to Minjee’s, being the first to knock on the door. It was a girl -- as expected -- that opened the door, bowing politely to the group before smiling brightly at the darker skinned girl in front of them.

“Kyung!” she exclaimed as she gestured the three of them in. “I haven’t seen you in so long -- I suppose that’s a good thing, though. How’ve you been? Your pack hasn’t mentioned you.”

“I’m not actually in that pack anymore,” Kyung told her with a shrug, her ‘cool’ exterior coming back in the presence of an old friend. “I’m an alpha of my mate’s pack now.”

Minjee seemed impressed, eyebrows raising with a smile, “Wow, look at you. How’d the sudden change happen? Jiung must be proud.”

“He’s actually...passed away.”

The doctor’s face fell, placing a comforting hand on your upper arm, “I’m sorry for the loss of your brother.”

Kyung nodded, “I’ve been grieving, but it’s been easier with my mate. Minjee, this is Hansol, and his brother -- er, our brother, I guess -- Joshua.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” Hansol said as he nodded to her. “Our brother, Soonyoung came in before with a human girl to talk about fixing us -- I’ve got silver burned into my back, and Joshua’s the healer that can’t heal anymore.”

“Ah, yes, the healer!” Minjee’s eyes lit up as she nodded excitedly. She looked to Joshua now. “Your power still hasn’t come back?”

“No,” he replied. “I thought just resting would help but...nothing.”

“I see,” she hummed, eyeing him over before looking back at Kyung like she was their mother that took them to the doctor’s office. “I’ll do a quick look over and then see what I can do. It’s almost time for me to close up, and I have to go out of town for a few days. I won’t be able to do anything until about a week from now, but they’ll be fine until then if they’ve been fine this long.”

“That’s okay,” Hansol shrugged as Joshua replied, “No worries.”

“Alright,” Minjee breathed with a warm smile, grabbing some gloves from nearby, “then let’s get started and see what’s going on.”

-

Even though you were never careful, you wanted to blame this on shitty luck. You were too carefree and excitable, so you ran and ran and didn’t see the trap. So with you trapped under a net with little prickles that you were sure were laced with wolfsbane from how fucking awful you felt -- that was an understatement -- all you could do was wait for hunters to come find you before death took you itself. Honestly, you hoped the latter would come first.

You faintly heard footsteps coming toward you as your vision went out of focus, your eyelids becoming too heavy to keep up. You sensed a presence beside you, the body crouching down to get a better look at you.

“What do we have here?” a female-sounding voice asked, but it sounded far away and muffled to you. “Is this another werewolf?”

“I can’t tell,” another female voice replied in a sigh. “Sura, do you have any ideas?”

“Doesn’t smell like werewolf to me,” a male voice said. “It definitely is some kind of were-creature, though. This thing wreaks of wolfsbane and it’s clearly affecting her. I’d say...coyote, maybe?”

One of the women sucked in a breath between their teeth before saying, “Prajya, help me get this net off of her -- it’ll be heavy but I’m afraid to let Sura touch it.”

Slowly, you felt the weight of the net being lifted off of you. You could also feel every little barb stuck in you being pulled out, and you whimpered softly from the stinging pain that covered your body.

“Minjee, will she make it?” the second girl asked as you were lifted into warm arms.

“No,” the male replied, “probably not.”

“The house isn’t far from here,” the first girl insisted. “We just have to hurry.”

But you were out cold before they even took the first step.

-

Josh and Hansol weren’t really sure why so many people wanted to go with them into town that night for them to finally get fixed. Suvi was understandable since she just enjoyed going into town, and Soomin made sense since she was basically their resident know-it-all when it came to werewolves. However, Wonwoo wanting to tag along was weird because Wonwoo didn’t like leaving the house, much less going into town. They figured maybe it was because he wanted to make sure Soomin would be alright, but she was already going to be with two werewolves and a girl who had gone into town plenty of times. She was in good hands, but whatever made Wonwoo happy.

“Are you nervous?” Suvi wondered, looking up between Hansol and Joshua as she walked.

“I don’t know how they’re going to fix my back, so that’s a little concerning,” Hansol decided, “but I’m more excited.”

Joshua just shrugged, “Eh, not really.”

“Try not to be so excited, huh,” Wonwoo commented.

Joshua did like his power. He liked that he was able to help people with it. However, it didn’t benefit him -- as in, it didn’t make his own personal healing any better than anybody else’s in the pack -- and it wouldn’t be needed if his pack wasn’t so stupid and got themselves hurt. It wasn’t fun like Seokmin’s or Chan’s or Kyung’s, and it wasn’t interesting like Jihoon’s or Soonyoung’s or Hansol’s or Minghao’s. It was boring -- kind of like Wonwoo’s or Seungcheol’s.

Suvi was the first up to the door, knocking before she took a step back to wait. The door was answered by Minjee -- as always -- who greeted them with an almost pained smile.

“Hello,” she greeted them. “Before you come in, I’d like to apologize. My partners and I have just gotten home, and one of our patients... Well, she won’t make it.”

Now that she’d mentioned it, the wolves could just barely hear the faint, slowing heartbeat from inside the house. But they could also smell that it wasn’t the typical werewolf. It was something they’d never smelled before, but it still wasn’t completely human.

Joshua also picked up on a scent that was very familiar but also so very different from anything he’d smelled before.

“We’re just trying to ease her pain until she passes,” Minjee continued, letting the small group into the house. She turned to look at somebody else who was helping with the aforementioned girl. “Sura, could you put a curtain up around her? Prajya, I’ll need you to help me with--”

Minjee stopped when she noticed Joshua stop in the doorway, his body going rigid. His golden eyes were spotting red and locked on you, hands balled into fists.

You were dying; his mate was dying. Again.

“Josh...?” Wonwoo spoke up, placing a hand on the older boy’s shoulder.

Joshua’s thoughts and opinions on re-imprinting were out the window when it registered that the girl quickly losing her life was his mate. The only thing he could focus on was you and saving you -- but he only knew one way how.

“She’s not dying,” he stated, walking straight through the small crowd and over to you where your pulse was just a moment away from completely dying out.

“What?” Minjee asked, watching him as he approached you with a set jaw and narrowed eyes.

“I’m not going to let her die,” he said louder, letting his hands hover above your body.

Joshua was too focused on trying to somehow get his powers to come back to him that he wasn’t paying any attention to Hansol and Wonwoo’s conversation over their surprise of their brother imprinting for a second time. Truthfully, nobody thought anybody would come after Lilly since Josh was so against it. But then again, imprinting wasn’t something any werewolf could control. 

Joshua mumbled to himself as he tried to will his power back. He was concentrating so hard but nothing was happening. No faint glow from his palms, no color coming back to your face, and your heartbeat was still rapidly decreasing by the second. It wouldn’t be long until it was gone all together, and then there would be nothing he could do.

“C’mon...c’mon...” he grumbled, closing his eyes as his eyebrows creased together in concentration.

“Your powers won’t suddenly work,” Minjee spoke up, watching from where she stood by his pack, wanting to give the werewolf space -- especially since she was preparing for him to be grieving for the mate he’d lose before actually having her.

“They have to!” he snapped.

He refused to lose you. If he lost two mates -- even if he didn’t properly meet or know you -- he was sure he wouldn’t be able to take it.

With his last bit of energy he had in his body, his palms faintly glowed to life, spreading a tingling warmth across your body. His healing power was starting to cleanse the wolfsbane from your system, and your heartbeat was starting to become stronger and more stable. Hearing your heartbeat louder in his ears made Josh want to cry. But he didn’t have the energy for it.

As you let out a cough and a girl with brown skin rushed over to sit you up so you could empty your system, Joshua collapsed onto the floor, knowing you were alive and would hopefully stay alive. He put his everything into saving you, and he didn’t know if that would kill him, but he knew it was worth it.

[fairy-in-the-snow]

Strange Love - Part 1 (?) Eddie Munson x reader

pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader summary: you try your best to hide your feelings as you help Eddie recover from a broken heart. warnings: extreme angst, swearing, unrequited love (for now), A LOT of pining, Chrissy slander (im so sorry girl), slightly suggestive themes word count: 2k

A/N: Honestly this is so wild, I haven't written any fanfiction in such a long time and this one character has single-handedly lit a fire under my ass lmfao. I have been consuming Eddie content all across this damn app like a woman starved so I wanted to contribute <3 Any feedback is welcome, and my submission box is open if y'all have any requests! I'm pretty much willing to write anything (NSFW included, lord knows i am so thirsty for this man) so don't be shy!!

Enjoy, and let me know if y'all want a PART 2! <3

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You knew that she still liked him. It was obvious. You could see it in the fleeting glances she cast his way when he wasn’t looking, eyes full of faraway longing…but also mixed with an almost tangible bitterness. Their relationship hadn’t ended on the best of terms, to put it lightly. It had been a strange and unexpected pairing, one that took everybody by surprise. You had all been calling bets behind their backs (in an admittedly petty move) to see just how long it would last. You strongly suspected that they were only drawn to one another because they were such total opposites; so far removed from eachother’s worlds that they couldn’t help but chase their unusual magnetism and see where it led them. It all began when Eddie started selling her weed after school.

…And it all ended when she shattered Eddie’s heart into a thousand tiny, fragile pieces. One day after school, he had sought her out on the pitches after Hellfire, hoping to catch her before she finished cheer practice. And oh boy, did he catch her – with Jason Carver’s tongue down her throat. If it had been anyone else but Eddie, you would’ve found the whole situation so laughably cliché. Two high-school hot shots, the jock and the cheerleader no less, swapping spit under the bleachers? It was so pathetically obvious. You hadn’t been there, of course, (and thank god for her that you weren’t) but from what Eddie had told you, her excuses had been just as typical. It was a mistake. It’s not what it looks like (classic). You’re the only boy for me. I wasn’t thinking straight. Give me a chance to explain! The thought of her and what she did to Eddie, how she treated him, made your blood boil, and you had to make a deliberate point of avoiding her during school so that you didn’t get violent. You knew that she was no good for Eddie; after all, she may not have bullied him directly, but she was complicit in Jason’s cruel mistreatment. She never stopped him. Never came to his rescue. As far as you were concerned, she and Jason deserved eachother.

You felt bad for expecting things to turn sour between them, but Eddie was the only person who couldn’t see it until it was too late. The damage had already been done.

You had been the one to pick up the pieces afterwards, and you did it gladly. You would have offered him every single piece of yourself if it made his pain go away, even for a moment. Long nights were spent in his trailer, soothing him to sleep with your hands in his hair as he sobbed and hiccupped into your lap. You had gotten used to the warmth of his body beside you in bed, his slow breathing and gentle snores. Sometimes he would even reach for you in his sleep, and you would let him pull you close to his broad chest, your own heart fluttering wildly inside your ribcage as you imagined him doing this because he wanted you. But then, a soft “Chrissy…” would fall from his perfect lips as he slept, and the spell would be broken. Tonight was one of those nights.

You peeled yourself away from him with a soft sigh, and allowed the cold to settle in your bones as you moved to the far side of the bed and stared at the ceiling. You tried so hard not to think about your feelings for Eddie, but fuck, it was impossible when you spent so much time together and he took up all the space in your stupid, traitorous brain. When you closed your eyes, all you could see was him. His sweet, velvety brown eyes that dripped with kindness and warmth, so full of depth and beauty that you felt weak in the knees anytime his honeyed gaze fell on you. His plump lips that you wanted to catch between your teeth, and the way they would lift into a soft smile when he opened the trailer door to welcome you inside. The way his dark hair fell in soft, cherubic curls around his face, framing it perfectly, following the pale slope of his neck…He was like something carved from the heavens, and you wanted nothing more than to fall to your knees and worship him like he deserved.

It hurt you deeply to know that he could never feel the same about you. How could he? Your heart clenched painfully in your chest as you thought about the way he whispered her name, like a prayer. Even in sleep, he could not escape her. In the deepest caverns of his subconscious, she was the one persisting thought. Your jealousy made you weak with guilt. It was selfish of you to have these thoughts, when he needed you the most. But they were insidious, seeping into your brain like an infection, no matter how hard you tried to banish them. All you wanted was to put the pieces of his heart back together. You yearned for happiness to return to him. Even if every moment you spent soothing him was just another dagger to your chest.

He shifted in his sleep, and you snapped out of your thoughts. You rolled onto your side to face him, biting your lip softly. He looked beautiful. Dark lashes brushed against his pale cheeks that held the faintest dusting of pink, and his hair fanned out on the pillow forming a delicate halo around his head. His lips parted gently as he exhaled, the calming rise and fall of his chest almost lulling you to sleep yourself.

“I’m so sorry, Eddie…” You whispered gently, clutching your pillow, “I don’t know how much longer I can do this.” Your lip trembled a little at your confession, and you could feel the tell-tale lump growing in your throat. You had finally said it out loud.

It was so hard. So fucking hard.

You swallowed thickly, squeezing your eyes shut as silent tears escaped down your cheeks. After all these months, it was now your turn to cry. You had never felt more alone than you did in that moment, crying right next to the one person who made you feel so whole yet so empty at the same time.

You turned your back on him in an attempt to salvage some privacy. He slept like the dead most nights, so you were fairly certain you could have this moment to yourself uninterrupted. You needed it. You were hoping if you let out some of the pent-up emotion that had been festering inside you, that it would act like a sort of…reset button and you could act like nothing happened come morning.

You whimpered softly, allowing the tears to flow. Once you began, it was like you couldn’t stop. You weren’t sure how long you lay there in the darkness, crying, tasting the bitter salt of your own tears. Your breathing became shallow and uneven, though you used your pillow to muffle the sound. Eddie’s comforting scent filled your nose and it made you sob harder, knowing how close he was to you and yet so desperately out of reach.

“y/n?” A soft voice called out your name, still heavy with sleep.

Oh fuck. The shock of his voice made you jolt, your veins turned to ice. You tried your best to regulate your breathing and calm down, but you had worked yourself up too much and you gasped for air, trembling as you tried to hide yourself from him under the covers. Panic was bubbling in your chest, catching the breath in your throat and making you sweat. He can’t see you like this! Oh, God…Oh God, he can’t find out. Fuck, I’m gonna die, I-

“Y/n?” This time clearer now, more aware. “Hey…fuck, are you crying?” You heard him sit up sharply, moving towards you in an instant. Before you knew what was happening, he had swept you into his arms and was stroking your hair, shushing you gently and rocking back and forth in an attempt to calm you. You felt dizzy, shaking at the warmth of his touch as you sank into it, burying your head into his neck as your tears mingled with his soft skin. His arms…they felt so strong and secure, wrapped around you like this, you wished so desperately that you could stay like this forever.

You didn’t know how much time had passed, but eventually, your breathing evened out and the tears began to slow. Eddie soon realised this, moving his hands to gently grab your chin and tilt your head towards him. You felt the cool bite of his rings on your flesh and shivered.

“Sweetheart, what happened?” He asked softly, wiping a stray tear from your cheek with his thumb.

You wished he wouldn’t call you that, but you also delighted in it at the same time. You swallowed thickly, trying to find words. “I-…I think I had a nightmare.” It wasn’t exactly a lie; everything felt like a nightmare right now.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Eddie moved his hands down to clasp your own, and your heart skipped a beat at the feel of his rough, calloused palms. His thumb ghosted softy over my knuckles, reassuring you with the gentlest of touches. A light flush bloomed across your cheeks and you hoped to God he couldn’t see you in the dark.

“Not really…It’s all fuzzy anyways.” You sniffed and looked down, not wanting to meet his eyes.

“Eyes up here, sweetheart,” Eddie tapped your chin gently, encouraging you to look at him. “If you don’t wanna talk about it, that’s cool. But no more tears, alright? I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere until I see that cute smile of yours.” He pinched your cheek playfully and you couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips. His natural charm was hard to resist.

“Lucky for you, I have just the thing to help you relax.” He threw a wink at you. You knew exactly what he meant by that, and you welcomed the distraction. You were thankful that he was obviously trying to ease you further by acting casual.

“You’re about to make my day, Munson.” You were starting to feel normal again.

Eddie laughed, and the sound went straight between your thighs. A dull, hateful heat has been gathering there since he first touched you and the deep sense of shame that washes over you was overwhelming. He leaned over you and reached for the lamp on his bedside table, flicking it on and bathing the room in a soft, comforting glow. You tried not to stare at his shirtless torso, but you couldn’t help stealing a glance at the tattoos etched into his skin. Your eyes lingered over the bats on his forearm, and he must have caught you looking.

“You like that one?” He asked in amusement, grabbing his rolling tray and settling it into his lap.

“I’ve always liked that one.”

He hummed in approval as he opened a small baggy. The smell was just as pungent as it always was, causing you to wrinkle your nose. “Fuck, that shit is rancid.”

“Only the best for my girl. This one will send you to space, sweetheart.”

God knows I need it, you groaned internally.

You really tried to ignore the pet names. He used them with you all the time, but you were usually quick to brush them off. Tonight, however, you were like an exposed nerve; a thousand times more sensitive to his teasing. You were honestly a little worried that smoking in your current state would make you more careless with your words, but you couldn’t deny that a small part of you was just dying to confess and get all your shit out in the open with him. You were playing a dangerous game.

This night could get interesting.

[bokuroar]

hi tiger! i really love your work abt hq captains as ur bf. u made my heart woosh and pit pat hard. can i make a request? an hc on how would karasuno boys take care of you when u are sick? 👉👈

☽ a/n: omg that description lmao ilysm im so glad you liked it !!! and thanks so much for sending in a request i hope this would make your heart go woosh & pit pat hard too 💗😋 im sorry too this took so long i got so busy with college! (this is still in school setting btw)

haikyuu!! captains & how they take care of you when you’re sick

✧ DAICHI SAWAMURA

daichi drops everything at an instant for you

— both as a volleyball player and a senior, daichi knows how to help his teammates inside and outside the court. he thinks having the role of a captain developed his natural tendency to always look out for and take care of others especially the people around him. however, when it comes to you, his willingness and capacity to care for another doubles. he could be in the middle of practice or in the classroom listening to a lecture, but once he receives a text that you saw your school’s nurse because you weren’t feeling well, everything else but you loses importance to him. he’d ask coach or the teacher if he could excuse himself as this counts as an emergency. he wants to attend to you personally because daichi doesn’t think a simple text or call would suffice. the degree of your sickness doesn’t matter to him too. “daichi, you didn’t have to come i was just feeling a little dizzy that’s all.” daichi only lets out a chuckle at this and kisses your forehead, “i’ll always be there when my baby needs me.”

✧ TOORU OIKAWA

oikawa treats you like royalty

— even after watching hundreds of oikawa’s volleyball matches and witnessing his sets and spikes, his speed when he sees you try to get out of bed when you’re sick is unparalleled. to say that he wouldn’t let you lift a finger is an understatement. he isn’t underestimating your strength, he knows you are strong. but for him, he thinks that it’s the least he could do. it irks oikawa that he couldn’t physically remove your sickness away so, for him, nursing you back to health is his #1 job. you must admit it is kind of amusing and borderline silly to see the cocky volleyball player image oikawa puts on quickly replaced by a panicked concerned boyfriend when he sees you exert effort too much his liking. “honey, i have a cold. i can stand on my own, i am not dying.” you explain. “as your king i am obliged to be at your service!” he dramatically bows and kisses the back of your hand while you roll your eyes. you hate to see him go frantic about a trivial and temporary thing but your heart swells at the amount of effort he puts in for you.

✧ TETSUROU KUROO

kuroo runs you a bath

— kuroo hated seeing you sick. it breaks his heart to see you in such a weak state, example when you lose your appetite or your energy to even do the simplest of things. he’d never admit it out loud but he is actually annoyed that out of all people, you get to be sick. so when you’re feeling unwell, without you even saying a word, kuroo’s already on his move to lend you a hand. when you wake up from your much needed naps, there’s always already a glass of water, medicines, and warm soup waiting beside you. declining kuroo’s offer to feed you, he then proceeds to setup a bath for you instead while you eat in bed. as soon as your done, kuroo puts the dishes on the sink and gets back to you. he crouches down on your once again resting state on bed, caresses your cheeks and gently whispers, “hey. time for a bath?” you give him a small nod and appreciative smile, “a warm one please.” kuroo hums as confirmation. he kisses your forehead and wraps an arm on your back and another arm on the back of your knees, “hold my neck, baby.” he carries you all the way to the bathroom and asks you if do you want him to stay and help or keep you company while you relax on the tub, which you’d no doubt say yes to. as you feel kuroo’s hands massage your temples from his chair outside the tub, you couldn’t help but get one of his hands and kiss the back of it as a non-verbal thank you and i love you.

✧ KOUTAROU BOKUTO

bokuto never leaves your side

— bokuto is already a clingy boyfriend on a normal day, so what if he finds out you are sick? he’d be too worried to lay off his eyes off of you even for a second. bokuto thinks the greatest way he could help alleviate the pain you’re feeling is staying by your side. when you’re walking around the house, he won’t insist you to stop but you’ll have his eyes following you around. if you didn’t tell him you’d be fine to walk around on your own, you’d never stop having a shadow named bokuto koutarou following you around. so instead, he is on full alert if ever you need him to do something for you. he volunteers to be at your beck and call. and honestly, you find comfort with this. even just the feeling of his presence around makes you feel more ease than the usual tension you have when you’re sick. as bokuto gently hugs you from behind as you take a nap, you guiltily whisper, “bo, you don’t need to stay with me all the time. won’t you get sick too?” after realizing he spent all day at your side. bokuto frowns a bit, “look at my muscles, baby, these are too tough to get sick!” you lightly chuckle, “even the strongest men get sick, you know? and i don’t want that.” bokuto only hugs you even tighter and buries his head on your hair, “well that’s too bad. i’d rather get sick than be far away from you when you need me.” sickness aside, safe to say you both fell asleep with the most lovely smiles.

✧ SHINSUKE KITA

kita brings you everything

— kita is a very observant boyfriend. he always knows what to say and what to do in different situations. these situations include when you’re sick. one text of “my love, i can’t go to school today. i’m sick.” sent to him, he’d immediately know what to do. he calls it the “sick baby care package”. medicines? check. bottle of water? check snacks? check. kita once bought atsumu food and drinks when atsumu forgot to take care of himself. what more of it’s his partner? even with the necessities already in his bag, he would still go to a nearby store and ask you what else do you need. he prioritizes your needs above anything else especially he knows how much discomfort being sick brings. after a small reprimand of not looking after yourself, “what would you do if i wasn’t here, huh?” he lightly teases. “i’d probably still be sick. but alone.” you pout and tease back. his shoulders shake a little as he lets out a small chuckle and leans down to give you a kiss, “good thing i’m not going anywhere then.”

✧ USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

ushijima searches up recipes and cooks meals for you

— the captain of shiratorizawa is a silent worrier. behind his brooding and intimidating exterior is a warm and kind heart. when he finds out your sick, it may not show on his stoic face but his mind’s an entanglement of thoughts worrying about you. does your head hurt? have you taken your medicines? do you have food? he wants to bombard you with these questions for his peace of mind but he knows better than to bother you even more. so after his errands at school, he immediately sends you a text that he’s on his way to you. seeing you sleeping on your bed when he arrives, he goes to the kitchen to inspect the food stored. as an athlete, ushijima knows that one of the best things to help you get back on your feet is digestion of healthy food. and as your boyfriend, he would love nothing more than that to happen. trying to minimize the loud sounds, ushijima then proceeds to open his phone and searches simple soup recipes when sick. a gentle tap on your shoulder and a hushed “hey” wakes you up from your slumber. when you wake up, there’s already a glass of water, medicines, and warm soup waiting beside you. “hey, you came.” despite your uneasiness, you smile as you see ushijima. he reciprocated your smile and a nod as if saying of course he wouldn’t be anywhere else. he sits beside you and gets the soup he just cooked, “i know you haven’t eaten yet, love. so here you go.” you ask him where and when he bought that when you saw the soup was on your bowl and not a takeout. ushijima slightly blushes and admits he cooked it for you. who would’ve thought, huh? you just let out a giggle and push yourself off the headboard to give his cheek a kiss before accepting his relentless offer to feed you.

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