#his hands....... oh my god i................. i'm not fine

[flofaiiry]

sick day ; michael robinavitch x reader

synopsis: robby coming home sick one day from work and reader who just wants to take care of him but this man is so STUBBORN and hates accepting help.

warnings: established relationship, robby is sick & stubborn, immense amounts of fluff and domestic reader & robby

wc: ~1500

note: thank u to everyone who voted in the poll! the people yearn for robby fluff so that is what they will receive 🤲 this was supposed to be just a teeny tiny blurb but i got a little carried away. anyways!!! someone needs to take care of this man pls.

you knew he wasn't well when he got home from work last night but he insists he's fine and just needs to sleep it off but from the amount of tossing and turning you felt last night you don't think he did a whole lot of that.

you take it upon yourself to call the hospital from his phone to tell them he wouldn't be coming in today. you know he probably wouldn't want you to do that but you also know that this man DESPERATELY needs a day off, especially today, but will never take it upon himself to make that happen. you turn off his alarm in hopes that he'll sleep a little more but what you didn't account for was his internal alarm clock, refined through years of waking up at 6am or earlier.

like clockwork his eyes open right when his alarm would normally be blaring. he winces and turns over to see you already staring at him. "my alarm didn't go off," he says, voice raspy from a mix of sleep and sickness. "i know, i turned it off," you reply simply, hand going to his forehead to feel if he's warm. he is. robby squints & rubs his eyes, "you turned it off? why?"

"because you're sick," you say like it's fact (because it is). "i also called the hospital and told them you wouldn't be coming today, so you should try and get some more sleep." your voice is soft, expecting pushback from this stubborn boyfriend of yours. "baby..." he sighs, rolling onto his back and rubbing his eyes. "i know, i know, i shouldn't have done that, but look at you robby. you're miserable, you're in no condition to take care of anyone else today."

robby is nothing if not headstrong.

"i have to go to work, baby," he sighs and tries to sit up. immediately overcome with muscle aches, he flops back down onto the mattress. "if you can't even get out of bed what makes you think you're going to be able to be on your feet all day, huh?" he doesn't say anything, just sighs, looking back to you, "i can get out of bed, i'm fine just... a little sore."

you raise your eyebrows, not buying any of that for a second, "ok then, stand up." he scoffs, "oh, i can stand up." he says, but doesn't make any effort to. you watch him for a second, then shrug, "then do it." you say again, blank expression on your face.

he takes a deep breath before attempting to get up again, getting a teeny bit further than last time, but eventually collapsing back into bed again. he sighs. "ok. maybe i can't get up." you lean over and kiss his forehead, "i know. go back to sleep, let me take care of you today."

"ok," he breathes, finally accepting defeat, "fine." you smile, pleased that your efforts were coming to fruition. his eyes fall shut again and before you can say anything else, you swear he's already out. you run your hands through his hair once before pressing one more kiss to his abnormally warm forehead.

it isn't until around 11:00am that robby wakes up, the sleep ridding his body of the muscle aches and actually allowing him to get up. you're sitting in the living room, watching the news on low volume when he walks in, hoodie and sweatpants on as he rubs the sleep from his eyes. "god, i needed that." he sighs, making his way over to you on the couch. you smile, having to physically resist the urge to say 'i told you so,' and opt for wordlessly leaning your head onto his shoulder.

"thank you," he says quietly into your hair, after pressing a kiss to the top of your head, "for making me stay home." you smile, "i may not be a doctor, but i know when people need rest. and you my love, need rest." he laughs quietly and drapes his arm over your shoulder, pulling you into him. the faint smell of his cologne on the sweater filling the air around you. "i love you," he says simply, like it's the easiest thing in the world, your smile grows.

"i know, now let me love you."

you place your hand on his cheek and gently pull his face towards yours, pressing your lips together in a soft kiss.

" 'm gonna make you sick," he says when you pull away, but you just shake your head.

"don't care," you kiss him again, this time for a little longer. the high pitched noise of the kettle coming to a boil snaps you both out of it.

"mmm, coffee?" robby hums, only to be met with the shake of your head, "no, i read that it's not good when you're sick, makes you dehydrated because of the caffeine or something." he groans when you stand up, walking over to the kitchen. "that can't be true, coffee makes everything better."

you shrug, "not according to web m.d. it doesn't"

"according to michael robinavitch m.d. it most certainly does." he teases, turning around to watch you move through the kitchen.

you smile. "nice try, but no medical license for you today. i'll be doing the doctoring for now." he raises his eyebrows, amused smirk coming on his face now, "oh really?"

you nod, "yup. and this doctor's prescription is peppermint tea, watching movies, and cuddling with your girlfriend all day." you take a teabag from the box and place it into his usual mug, paint chipped from years of wear and tear.

"hard to argue with that logic," you hear the tiniest bit of rasp in his voice from the germs. "oh and tylenol," you add, looking up from pouring the water, "tylenol would probably help too."

"tylenol would definitely help," he corrects, "do we even have any of that? i thought you finished it last time you were sick."

"we do now, i went out." you reply, walking back over to the couch to hand him the mug now full of steaming hot tea. he accepts the mug from you, mouthing a 'thank you,' before taking a sip. "you went somewhere? god, i must have been out because i did not hear a thing."

you nod, taking a seat on the couch again next to him. "yup. got meds and stuff to make soup."

he raises his eyebrows through a sip, "make soup? no canned stuff?" you shake your head, "only the best for my patients."

the rest of the day is slow. robby ends up napping for a majority of the time. you make him the soup you promised and watch some history documentary netflix recommended.

as the sun falls and the moon comes up, robby's got his head on your lap, your hands are in his hair, the gentlest scratch of your nails lulling him into yet another nap. it's getting late, and you know he's gonna want to go to work tomorrow. if there's anyway that's going to happen he's going to need a good night's sleep.

"i know when i'm the sick one you'd just carry me to bed but... i don't think that's gonna work out well for me if i try." you say, voice quiet as you run your hand along his arm to slowly wake him up.

"just fireman carry me," he teases, "throw me over your shoulder like a bag of potatoes or something."

"if you want to be responsible for all my broken bones, then sure, i'll give it my best shot." you smile down at him before he sits up. rubbing his eyes and mentally preparing to stand up.

"come on, you know you'll be more comfortable in bed." you say, standing up now and pulling gently at his hand.

"yeah, i know," he hums, standing up. once he's fully straight, he snakes an arm around your waist and pulls you into him. your head falls to rest on his chest like it's where it belongs. like it's natural.

"thank you," he whispers into your hair. if there were anyone else in the room, they wouldn't even know he said anything. he presses a kiss to the top of your head, before pulling away to look down at you, "for taking care of me."

you smile, "of course."

"seriously, i know i'm an ass about accepting help. i know i'm stubborn as hell but... thank you for not giving up."

you just smile. not sure what to say. there's no world in which you'd give up on taking care of the man you love who neglects himself all too often.

"let's go to bed," you nod towards the bedroom, "sleep is part of my treatment plan too."

he returns your smile, "lead the way, doctor."

as always send me any feedback / thoughts / ideas / requests u have!!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

[illbegottenfaith]

the one where theo gets glasses

"What did you say you needed again?"

Theo was standing in his bathroom, staring at three equally incomprehensible bottles. From his bed, you called out something unintelligible. He pushed back his hair, damp from the shower, now sticking to his forehead in stubborn clumps.

"What?"

You looked up from the issue of Witch Weekly you had nicked from the common room and were now flicking through. You sighed, repeating yourself.

"Dreamless Sleep potion. The one with the blue label."

A brief silence. Then, his voice echoed from the bathroom, dry and irritable -

"They're all blue."

You huffed, swinging your legs off his bed.

"Just - hang on."

You entered the ensuite to see Theo squinting at the bottles under the bathroom light, holding them up close then far away from his face.

"You look like an old man at the apothecary," you teased. Theo didn't look half as amused.

"I am in an apothecary," he grumbled. "What are all these - so many - and why are their fonts all microscopic?"

You plucked the right potion out of his hand. "They're not microscopic. You just need glasses."

He frowned. "I keep telling you, I don't need -"

"Teddy, you're holding them like it's a tea leaf reading."

He put the remaining vials down. "It's - the lighting."

You didn't look impressed.

"Really? You're going to stand there and tell me you can't read under bright, fluorescent lighting?"

Theo took on a sulky look. "I had it narrowed down," he muttered.

"To what? The cabinet?"

He gave you a look.

"You know, it's very rude of you to be coming in here and insulting my perfectly acceptable vision."

You raised your eyebrows. "This coming from the man who washed his hair with muscle relaxant last week?"

Theo huffed. "I keep telling you, my eyes had soap - "

"Muscle relaxant."

"Oh my god."

"How did you not realise in the shower? You reeked of menthol." You padded out of the bathroom with your potion. "We'll get your eyes checked at Hogsmeade first thing tomorrow."

You pulled the covers up as Theo walked out of the bathroom, dressed for bed, with a faintly petulant look on his face.

"Fine," he mumbled, drawing you close as he joined you under the covers, smelling refreshingly clean of his unscented soap. You dimmed the light just enough for your magazine.

"You look hot," you tried encouragingly as Theo glared at you from behind his dark tortoiseshell lenses.

It was barely 10 am and Theo had already had his eyes examined and his glasses chosen. He didn't seem much appeased by your efforts in finding the frame that would best suit his features and colouring. You were starting to realise him rushing you through breakfast that morning had less to do with his eagerness to get his glasses and more to do with him wanting to finish before everyone else started arriving. Now, as the two of you waited for the bill to be drawn up, he scoffed.

"Yeah, right."

"I'm serious. I'll have to beat off all the fifth year Ravenclaws with a stick, trust me."

"Now you're just mocking me."

You grinned. "Only a little."

You meandered at the door while Theo paid. Outside, spring was in full bloom this time of year. The air was fragrant with the perfume of flowers in the chilly, stagnant morning air.

When Theo stepped out to join you, you stuck your hand in his as you walked back. For a moment, it seemed like he was refusing you before he finally relented and curled his fingers around yours. You watched his expression concernedly.

"Do you really hate them that much?" you asked softly. "Are they really that bad?"

He sighed. The slight weight on his nose felt foreign and the newfound sharpness made everything feel more vivid in a nauseating way. But at the same time, walking down the cobblestone path as the first morning rays filtered through the dissipating clouds felt like seeing spring for the first time all over again.

"I'm just not good with change," he settled for instead.

"But doesn't everything seem crisper? Brighter? Doesn't everything look different? Don't I look different?"

You batted your eyes exaggeratedly at him, earning the first genuine albeit faint smile from Theo in the past 12 hours.

The two of you paused in your tracks as Theo looked at your face. "I don't remember your eyelashes being so...distinct." He cupped your face, dragging his thumb across a faint smudge near the corner of your eye. "And since when have you had this birthmark?"

"Since forever." You stepped back and put your hands on your hips. "Don't tell me you don't even know what I look like."

Theo mock squinted.

"I think I liked you better blurry."

You made a sound of mock indignation.

"I inhale my eggs, come down all this way, go through the headache of picking out your frame for you, and this is how you repay me?"

You sniffed disapprovingly, crossing your arms.

"And to think I used to have a thing for guys with glasses."

Stunned, Theo could only watch as you continued down the path without him at a brisk pace. He thought back to the months you spent badgering him to go and get his eyes checked.

"You couldn't have led with that?"

[badslittlemuffin]

I see you wanted requests 8)

A bakugo x reader where reader was his friend in elementary/middle school but didn’t go to UA but after the whole war he sees her for the first time when he’s in the hospital and she like, gently scolds him for getting hurt and the other 1A students are just like :0

Anyways I hope you have a great day and enjoy this request!

THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST!!<333

ive been trying to speed through my requests just to get to this one bc I LOVE ITT I love you anon<333 also once again I don't have full knowledge on what happens in the manga past chapter 398, and everything I know comes from spoilers so if this is inaccurate I'm rlly srry!! ENJOY!!

postwar!katsuki x reader, childhood friends, mutual pining, katsuki is WHIPPED, little angst, mention of death

wc: 557

Katsuki had been lying in his hospital bed—y'know, as you do when you've just been revived���when the door to his room suddenly slammed open.

His eyes snapped up from where Kirishima sat at his bedside to see the frantic figure standing in the doorway. His eyes widened as he recognized the girl who walked in, concern dripping from her face. "Katsuki! Oh my god—what the hell?" She speaks, her voice scratchy with worry. She steps beside him, completely ignoring the wide-eyed teens behind her. Her hands move immediately to him, as she looks him over.

"You're without me for one year, and this is what happens?" You say, voice exasperated. He snorts, a small smirk crawling onto his face. "Y/N, I'm fine–" you cut him off, hitting his arm lightly, to which he winces. "No, you aren't! You literally died!" Your voice turns from scolding to something a bit more tentative. "I thought I lost you."

His expression softens, his hand holding yours gently. He shoves himself to sit up, wincing at the pain in his chest, but ignores it, pulling you into a hug. You held him tight, your head resting in the crook of his neck.

Behind you, however, was a completely different story. Kirishima, Kaminari, Sero, and Ashido had all come to visit with Bakugo, chatting about whatever, when suddenly, a random girl they had never seen, nor heard about, bursts in, and starts scolding Bakugo, all while he sits with a stupid grin on his face. Did he also get a concussion, or was this just a side effect of him dying and being revived?

They sat dumbfounded as he brought her into a hug. Okay, maybe they were seeing things! Yeah, no, this was happening.

You pull back from the hug, your eyes flickering over his body in a silent examination. Once you deemed he had passed, you sighed. "Don't do stupid shit like that again or I swear I will–" He laughs, nodding. "Yeah, yeah, I get it, I get it... I've already heard this lecture around 50 times from the old hag." "Well, as she should!" You say, crossing your arms to feign annoyance.

He chuckles, leaning back on his pillow. His gaze moves back to where his friends sit, open-mouthed. He shoots them a glare, mouthing 'out'. His vermilion gaze turns back to you, a small smile tugging at his lips.

Kirishima stands quickly, grinning like he has just found new blackmail material. He grabs the rest of the group and tugs them out. You look back at them, face reading slightly in embarrassment. Katsuki weakly grabs your hand, his grip loose, a lazy grin on his lips as he mumbles, "Missed ya'..."

Your smile is hesitant. Squeezing his hand lightly, you whisper back, like it's a secret, "I missed you, too..."

Maybe it's the morphine, or maybe it's just your presence, but he finds the words, "You'll never lose me... you're stuck with me," slipping past his lips. That pulls a quiet laugh from your throat, the first one you had let come naturally since you sat staring at your TV in horror as the news played.

You sat with him for hours after, talking with him. Maybe it was more to reassure yourself that he was alive than anything—but you weren't going to tell him that.

im sorry anon that this was so short😭 this has lowkey been sitting in my drafts for a few days cuz I didn't know how to really continue it💔 but I hope you liked it!!!

[missust3l3vision]

Possessive George would be hot

Sweaty and Embarrassed

Description: George is a little protective over his girlfriend, especially when it comes to the handsome crew member she befriends.

If there was one thing George was embarrassed of, it was how jealous he was about his girlfriend. Not your checking her dms or not letting men talk to her type, no George was worse.

"Why can't I go?" Y/n whined, she had wanted to go out with George for a day of filming, only for him to flake at the last moment due to being sick.

"Because you love me, and I think I might have gotten you sick too. Best not to spread it" he explained from his room.

She had really been looking forward to this trip. She wasn't one to be on camera, but the area the boys were going to had a fabulous book store she was dying to go to.

"Sweetie please, I really want to go" she came into the room, seeing a pouting George laying in bed with his arms crossed.

"Fine, we can go. But I want you near me at all times okay?" He usually wasn't like this, but there was one man he was worried about.

Jordan was a new camera guy working for the crew. He was a good looking guy and George saw how he looked at you.

You two were a little too close in his opinion. Texting eachother occasionally and even rarer a phone call.

"What is going on with you??" Y/n asked confused. She had known he could be protective but forbidding her from going out with him was new.

"Just stick with me please!" He pleaded. She put her hands up, agreeing. When they finally showed up Isacc immediately gave them a fake hard time.

"Wow George, you take forever mate and you still look like you rolled out of bed" the other laughing. One person George thought was laughing too hard was Jordan. He let out a fake laugh before finding Chris.

You followed along, stringing along as to not make the pouty boy anymore upset. His behaviour was so confusing to her, one thing was for sure it was adorable.

"Okay, we should be able to film here. Oh Hi Y/n! Sabine just went to the book store if you want to go with her?" He pointed to the woman walking away, her turning over her shoulder and waving over Y/n.

"Yes! I've been dying to go!!" She kissed George's cheek and caught up. Once she was gone the man stood. He was happy with this, he trusted Sabine and was glad that Y/n was far away from Jordan.

Later when you and Sabine returned, the two of you were met with sweaty men covered in grass. Not surprised in the slightest, after dropping off your bags in your car you were sat behind the cameras when Jordan sat down next to you

"Oh my god Y/n, I thought you were avoiding me" he complained, "My boyfriend was asking about your date the other night. Did George like the shirt?"

Y/n pulled out her phone showing him the different photos of her grinning boyfriend proudly showing off his shirt that had "second best boyfriend" in large letters.

"Loved it, I think today is the first day he's not wearing it" she jokes.

George stood across the field when he saw Jordan sit with Y/n, the both of you having a conversation. He immediately looked to the camera before booking it over. Once there he grabbed you and pulled you away

"I need you for a second!" Once a little bit away he tore into you "Why were you talking to him!? He's practically eye fucking you" Y/n stood with her hands on her hips

"...are you being for real?" George's hurt expression grew "Jordan is gay" as soon as it was said his face changed. His lips forming an o shape.

"I'm going to let it go this time, because you were cute when jealous. But next time trust me ok?" She placed her hand on his cheek, "I only love you"

George nodded and leaned into her touch. His breathing becoming steady as he looked into her eyes.

"I'm sorry, I just got- I'm sorry. I love you too" She kissed him, her having to lean up to reach his lips. She considered standing on his cleets but knew he'd freak out.

"Okay, now go finish up. You smell like sweat and grass" he kissed her again before running back out. He was glad the cameras were off him, because his cheeks were burning red.

[hedwig221b]

Hi love, I was wondering if you have any fict recommendation on Issac being Derek and Stiles baby in a non-sexual way? Extra points if Isaac is de-aged. I'm a sucker for them taking care of puppy Isaac. It also works if it's just a Sterek fict where Derek (and therefore Stiles) are a parental figure for the pups aka Isaac, Erica and Boyd.

Love you

Hi! Yes, I adore kid fics

Werewolf Daycare by dinolaur

Sure, Stiles thought someday he'd be all right with being responsible for some kids. But not when he's seventeen. And not when those kids are actually five werewolves and a hunter who are all inexplicably toddlers again. Freaking witches, man.

We Got Claws by Onlymystory

Peter, Isaac, and Scott get de-aged. Stiles and Derek take care of them.

kids these days don't respect their elders by HalfFizzbin

Isaac is a temporary toddler, and Derek needs a babysitter.

Loving Isaac by QueenOfAngst21

A regular patrol around their land takes a turn for the worse when Derek and Isaac run into a unwanted visitor. Just when Derek thinks they are in the clear, he wakes to find not his beta beside him but a crying blonde haired baby right where he left Isaac. The pack stumbles over themselves as their alpha and emissary navigate this new dynamic and find each other along the way. AKA Isaac is de-aged, Derek and Stiles try to reverse the change but they find something better along the way

Of Puppy Piles and Sugar Dreams by StarShineForMe

In which Isaac and Scott get de-aged, the pack must learn to bond and protect their own, and Derek ("Dewek!") and Stiles ("Sti-ewes!") are mates…even if it takes them forever and two toddlers to realize it. “Oh, God.” Stiles buries his face in his hands, water dripping down his wrists. “What? What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Derek whips out a towel, wrapping it around Stiles’ forearms, pulling them away from Stiles’ body so he can look them over. “I’m fine,” Stiles says, a little blankly. Erica and Boyd have set Issac and Scott back onto the floor, tickling them both into fits of giggles. He huffs out a noise that’s not quite a whimper, not quite a laugh. “Just wondering when the hell I ended up in my very own episode of ‘Teen Mom’.”

A Pup's Found Family Pt 1 by StarShineForMe

"Don’t wan’ break my plate.” Adult Isaac, several inches taller than Stiles yet somehow seeming just as small as his recent two-year-old self, has had yet to look up from his feet. “Might get in trouble,” he whispers. **Later, Stiles relays their dinner plate saga, picturing perfectly in his mind the furrowed look of concentration he knows Derek has on at the moment. “He’s still our pup, Stiles.” There’s a pause, then Derek continues. “He wants to be little.” Stiles nods, even though Derek can’t see him, overflowing with emotion that he and Derek always seem to be on the same page now. “And I think he knows it,” Stiles agrees. “At least, his subconscious does. And so do we. But how can-“ “We’ll figure it out,” Derek assures him.

5 Times Isaac Age Regressed In Front Of Someone + 1 Time He Didn’t Have To by Warlock_Nerd

Isaac age regresses to help deal with the trauma he had faced as a child. At first, he tried to hide that side of himself but slowly he lets people see. He sees Derek and Stiles as his new found loving parents. Mama!Stiles Daddy!Derek

Scars to Your Beautiful by kat_fanfic

When Stiles and Scott return to Beacon Hills to investigate a mysterious disappearance, the last thing Stiles expects is to fall for their prime suspect. Add to that a very unusual pack and the discovery that there is more to his strange ability to hear pack-speak than he thought, and Stiles is in for more than one surprise.

Story Time by bella8876

Derek honestly couldn’t tell you what the stories was even about. He’d been too busy watching Stiles to pay attention to the story. But the kids had been riveted, on the edge of their seats even, they gasped and laughed and cheered but Derek didn’t hear any of it.

Unprofessional, Ms. Blake. But ARMS. by lalalathisisme

Ms. Blake, Erica's first grade teacher, may have a tiny crush on Mr. Hale, Erica's dad. He's tall, dark, and handsome and she has to remind herself to be professional and try not to climb Mr. Hale like a tree when he comes to pick Erica up after school. It doesn't help that he is completely adorable with his daughter – laughing and smiling and thoroughly impressed by every piece of macaroni-and-glue art that Erica makes. And every day he greets her with a hug, asking her how her day went. And he even says hello to Ms. Blake (“Jennifer” she insists, and yet he still calls her Ms. Blake) when he picks Erica up, looking like he actually cares to hear the random things that happened in class. She doesn't pry. She doesn't even know how to do it without seeming highly suspect. But as it happens, sometimes information is offered up relating to a class project, and she files them away in her brain in the folder titled 'This Is Unprofessional But Jesus, Have You SEEN His Arms?'

Ten Days by hatethesilence312

Derek Hale does not like babies. So when his pack gets turned into babies, it’s pretty much the worst thing that could happen to him.

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[amphibiahawks321]

Female Michael Myers x reader :P

[At night, Loud storms and thunder strikes being heard outside Y/N's house—Y/N hiding under the table, heart pounding intensely as the power of the house died, leaving the house in the dark]

M!Reader : Whatthefuckwhatthefuck–WHAT was that?!

[Y/N's eyes looks around the room, eyes wide, mind racing with possibilities, The storm outside rages harder, the rain hitting the windows]

M!Reader : Oh my God, what the hell is that–!?

[Y/N immediately jolt when the sound of kicked open door is heard–His phone dead....(Not to mention it's Monday)]

[She stands in the doorway, footstep being hard from her boots–Meanwhile Y/N is just hoping that whoever—or whatever it is hadn't heard him]

M!Reader : You have got to be kidding me–My favourite bakery closed early and now I'm being chased by that–that thing!

[Y/N noticed the movement from his legs made a creak–He immediately closes his mouth with both hands... The sound of footsteps stopped making noise]

......

[A knife immediately pierced through the table–Earning a scream from Y/N, the table instantly being thrown over by the figure in white mask, 6'7 and coveralls]

[Y/N being spotted–immediate back up till he's back hits the wall, Freezes on the floor–As the figure watching him like a prey that hasn't yet decided to run]

[in the moment of pure silence for a few minutes, She tilts her head]

M!Reader : You're-You're N-Not... G-Going to kill me?

[She still stares at him... as if... contemplating the question, she takes slow steps towards him to the frightened Y/N and kneels down to his level]

M!Reader : I—I don’t know what you want, but I didn’t do anything to you...

[Y/N stares at her mask for a long moment, heart still racing, but now with more confusion than fear]

M!Reader : I—what do you want? Why aren’t you...? Uhh... H-Hello... W-Why aren't you... Killing me...

[She placed down the knife–immediately getting another panic reaction from Y/N]

M!Reader : O-Oh my god-You aren't gonna kill me using your hands are you?!! You're more demented then I thought–

[...Suddenly Y/N felt a strong hold and grip from her holding his chin, Y/N heart racing faster–Thinking she'll snap her neck... But he felt the grip softening but still felt her raw strength in her hand, She tilts his head to side]

M!Reader : .....

[Y/N being completely quiet, knowing it's the best option rather then upsetting her... Y/N felt her thumb caressing his lips]

[Y/N now having... Mixed emotions]

M!Reader : W-What... are you doing

[Voice barely above a whisper]

M!Reader : I… I am so confused, You… you broke into my house–You stabbed through my table!

[Y/N flinches slightly as she leans in, close enough that her mask is only inches away, He can hear her breathing behind it, deep and slow]

M!Reader : .....

M!Reader blushing : ....

[Y/N thought 💭]

....Why the f#ck am I blushing?! This is not a good time to–!

[Y/N then snapped out of it and sees her grabbing her knife]

M!Reader : No—wait, WAIT—!

[She sets the knife carefully onto her pocket, Still silent, Still watching him and starts standing up]

M!Reader : W-Woah... Y-You are tall...

[...Y/N got even more shock when he sees her grabbing the flipped table that she threw... With complete ease–And place it back to its normal position]

[She stares back at him once more, seeing him still on the floor with pure shocknl–And leaves the place]

M!Reader : ....What. Just. Happened.

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[At night time–Y/N Peeks out his window at 2 a.m. only to see her standing outside his window, Now staring up at Y/N.... Watching... In the rain]

M!Reader : ....

[Y/N opens the window]

M!Reader : ....Okay-Do you sleep? Do you blink? Do you even... eat??

[She doesn't move, Just tilts her head]

M!Reader : ...Fine, I'll open the door-BUT don't leave your knife on my clothes okay?

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M!Reader : You're done in there?

[She walks out–Giving Y/N her blooded coveralls while she's wearing a white tank top and Gray pants]

M!Reader : I'll clean this and you'll...W-Woah...

[Y/N instantly spins around, face flushed red, heart slamming itself]

M!Reader blushing : U-Uh—That’s a look—Not in a bad way! I-I just wasn’t expecting—You looked like a serial killer a minute ago and now you look like you could be in a gym ad....

[...The way she reacted, tilting her head, Y/N then starts muttering to himself]

M!Reader : Why is this... kinda hot–!? NO. Bad. Bad thoughts! She's literally a walking death threat! ....With muscles...

[gunwoo-bh]

The Night Shift - Part 11 [Min Yoongi x f!Reader]

MIN YOONGI x F!READER UniStudent!Yoongi AU SUMMARY: You chose a boring, quiet job at your campus’s 24-hour library for a reason: it kept you away from drama, gossip, and parties. It was positively uneventful. Until it wasn’t. 18+ MDNI cw: warnings for talks of depression & anxiety, talks of bullying, lots of cussing, concerned reader & friends, smut, light fingering, penetration, kissing lots of kissing as usual, sad yoongi and reader, life is stressing them out loads, dual POV for one section (it's pretty obvious I think), and a tiny conversation flashback wc: 5.4k A/N: This is being posted far quicker than I ever thought to be honest. And there's a lot going in here. We're fast approaching the end and I am both dreading the end, but I'm also excited for it! I really hope you enjoy it!

THE NIGHT SHIFT

PART 11

A U G U S T 

The sound of panting echoes against your bedroom walls as your head hits the pillow, his body collapsing on top of yours as he rests his head on your chest. You smile as you bury a hand in his hair, scratching his scalp as he begins to purr under your touch. You shut your eyes, catching your breath when he moves above you and you feel his lips press kisses to your chest. 

You hum contentedly, his mouth tracing a path up to your jawline as you arch your chest into his mouth. His chuckle is low as he pulls back, watching you, “Hey now, you’re getting excited again…”

“Stop touching and kissing me then…”

He scoffs, “Do you really want me to?”

You shake your head, “Never…” 

But he stops, stills above you and watches you with so much love in his eyes.

Your return home from your trip had brought out this hunger in you, a need to know what being with Yoongi would be like. To feel him the way you are now, buried inside of you with your legs locked behind his lower back and his mouth on your body. 

You glance at your bedside table clock, “They’re gonna be back soon…” 

“We should shower…”

You grin, “Should we now?”

“Yeah, saving water and I can still have my hands on you, too…” You playfully slap his back as he moves, holding the back of your thighs as he slips out of you. He slips the condom off, tying it off and throwing it out. You already miss the fullness as he kisses the inside of your knee, “Let’s go…”

You sit up, get out of bed and search for clothes, the both of you sneaking off to take a shower. Yoongi loves to use his hands to caress every inch of you, hands hardly anywhere else but you. He loves washing your hair, standing tall enough to make it easier for him to lather and rinse out the product out of your hair. 

By the time your friends return with their boyfriends, conveniently Yoongi’s friends too, you’re both snuggled on the couch binge watching a show. You’re under his arm, looking up at the door when you hear the laughter on the other side and you giggle as you push on Yoongi’s stomach to sit up right as they all tumble in. 

“Hi guys!”

You start laughing when the girls trip over themselves to come say hi. Oh god, they’re so drunk. They pile into your left side as you glance up to your boyfriend, who sits amused at your drunk friends’ antics. 

“How was the club?” You rub their backs.

“SOO fuuuun…” you laugh softly, nodding to Jungkook who grabs Eunji’s hand, trying to coax his girlfriend to come to bed with him.

“Mind if we stay the night? I know it’s you guys’ night…” Jungkook asks, glancing between Yoongi and you.

You nod with the gentlest smile, “Stay, it’s fine.” You grab Yoongi’s hand. “We’re about to head to bed anyways…”

You are far more familiar with helping your drunk friends than their boyfriends, so as the boys catch up in the living room you are helping your best friends get settled for bed. You laugh when Eunji tries to pull you into the bed, pulling away before she plants a kiss to your lips. 

Wandering back in the living room you call out to the boys, “Okay, boyfriends. Your very cute and drunk girlfriends are finally in bed, I hand over the responsibility to you.” 

Both Jungkook and Hoseok laugh, thanking you and walking past you to join their girlfriends. You stand there for a moment, staring after the guys. You’re filled with joy that you can’t describe that your friends are happy in relationships. 

“Baby..”

You look over to Yoongi, he’s leaning forward and extends his hand for you to grab, “Yes?”

“Do you wanna go to bed?” You glance to the stovetop and then back to him, nodding. 

“Yeah, I really do…” You take his hand, tugging him off the couch as he falls into you with a chuckle. 

He kisses your forehead, letting you take him back to your bedroom where the remnants of your passionate post-coital euphoria occured. With the crumpled sheets, displaced pillows and clothes strewn across the floor, you’re immediately brought back to that moment. 

The moment he shuts the door behind you, he begins changing the sheets and fixing the pillows as you get ready for bed. You brush your teeth, do your skincare routine and brush your hair when Yoongi walks in to brush his teeth. His hand brushes your lower back and you look at his reflection with a soft smile. How can someone make you feel like this over and over?

You leave first to get settled in bed, joined soon after by Yoongi when he easily wraps you up in his arms and against his body. You relax in his arms, shutting your eyes when he presses his lips at the back of your ear with a whispered goodnight.

And just like that you drift off to sleep. 

B U S A N

“Oh my god, babe, your course load is intense!” You’re staring at Yoongi’s upcoming class schedule, spread over five days chaotically. 

“And that’s not including the hours I have to do as a teacher’s assistant for this one class…” He looks stressed already and school doesn’t start for another two weeks. 

You’re back home in Busan for the week to visit your parents. Four days in already back home and you don’t know if it’s because you have a boyfriend now or because you have a routine, but you miss Seoul. You miss your friends. And you definitely miss Yoongi. 

He’s rubbing his face, “Have you gotten yours?”

You stare at the email on your screen, “I have…I just haven’t looked yet.” 

You’re on a video call with Yoongi. It’s late here at home, your parents are already in bed and you try to stay quiet enough to not wake them up. 

“Why not?”

You shrug, but you know why, “Because I have to face whatever kind of shitty schedule I have…”

He grins softly, “Open the email, baby…” You sigh, but you do as he says, clicking on it and shutting your eyes. “You gotta open your eyes…”

“If I do, there’s no going back…” he laughs at your theatrics. 

“Come on, what’s it look like?” He asks.

You finally look at it, going over the week day by day as you process what your weeks are going to look like. 

“Uh, let me send it to you…” He hears you click a few buttons and the email pops up on his screen. You open his schedule next to yours and you confirm what you already figured out. 

Shit.

He has three more classes than you do, each of those extra classes running an hour and a half or three hours. You look up to see Yoongi doing the same thing, he’s putting two and two together as he glances up at you. 

“Not looking great, huh?” 

Your dry laughter concerns him right away, “Nope…”

“We’ll make it work. We can make something work…” He’s trying to be positive, you love him for it but this schedule is basically a giant fuck you to you two ever having a chance to spend time together.

Okay, Miss Negative & Needy. Chill.

You nod softly, chewing on your lower lip, “I’m gonna have to go part time, my schedule just won’t work with library shifts now. Will you keep your full time job with your folks?”

He shakes his head, “No, probably will have to go down to part-time…” 

You bite your lower lip, “What did you say again? We’ll figure it out?”

“That we’ll make it work.” 

“Yeah, that…”

You’re quiet, still staring at the schedules on your screen as you sigh.

“How was your day?” You watch the way his eyes soften when he looks at you. “Tell me about it…”

“Well, I went to the market with my mom this morning and we spent hours there.” He chuckles. “Mom wants to make me food I can take home and,” you laugh at this next part, “I told her your favourite food was bulgogi so she’s making you some of her spicy one but I did tell her not to make it too spicy…”

“She doesn’t have to do that…” he’s shy as he rubs the back of his neck, “but thank her for me…”

“I will, and she loves doing this…” you’re smiling as you bite your lower lip, “and there’s a part of her, just like your mom, who thinks she’s feeding her future son-in-law…”

He laughs, “Ahhh, yes, our wedding. I forgot about that. We still don’t have a date for that, do we?”

“Nope. But I’m sure once our parents decide? We’ll be looped in…” Rolling your eyes playfully, you smile at his content face. 

He’s lying on his bed, a pillow under his head as he stares at his laptop and you’re in the exact same position wearing one of his hoodies. 

“So, do you still want me to pick you up at the train station?” You break out into a smile right away when he asks.

“Yes, I would love that…” He nods, grabbing his phone as he sets up a reminder.

He watches you shift in bed, “I’m excited to see you, even though it was just a week…” 

“I love going home and seeing my parents, but I miss my routine…” 

“That’s normal, though…”

You’re both silent as you go back to staring at your reality for the next sixteen weeks. It scares you. And it wasn’t even something you were thinking of until Eunji and Jungkook got their course schedule, and you had gotten a string of texts in the group chat about how impossible making time would be. It had not occurred to you until that moment, even though logically you knew these things happened. Life doesn’t adjust to you that easily. 

And since that day, you have spent every single moment concerned about the way your schedule would look like. You let it get to your head, easily. The fear of losing out on time in what you felt was still the early stages of your relationship and with your friends. 

Lord knows, you have all been distracted by boys these last few months and have been making plans to hang out. Your group of girlfriends had expanded from just you three to include Eunhye and Sohee as well. Girl nights were fun. You still weren’t a drinker, but luckily neither was Eunhye. 

Balancing life proved to be hard without any classes, you suspect it’ll be even harder once the new semester starts. 

“I should go to bed.” You snap your eyes up. “I’m actually opening at the restaurant tomorrow.”

You pout, “Okay. I’m visiting my aunt and uncle tomorrow, so I’ll be up in the middle of nowhere…” 

“Send photos when you are within service…”

“I will. Update me whenever and I’ll text back whenever I can…” You promise.

He sighs, smiling gently, “I…I love you.”

You have a visible reaction to that, sucking in a hard breath as you smile at your keyboard, “I love you, too…”

Saying goodbye to your parents proves harder this time around, you don’t know why exactly. You cry to yourself as quietly as you can when you’re on the train, and once you calm down, you look out your window and watch the view change for the next two hours. You think back to the last conversation you had with your mom on your way to the train station.

“You’ll have to convince your boyfriend to come with you next time or we can come down, your dad and I, and we can all have dinner. He seems like such a lovely young man and I’m so happy you told us about him–”

“Mom?”

She stops, “What’s all this? 

“Even when you dated before in high school or after, you never shared anything…” You grin because your mom would be one hundred percent right about that. “...I’m just happy my daughter is dating…”

You laugh, “Wedding bells, I feel like that’s what you’re hearing in your head right now…”

“I’ll have you know I was your age when I married your father!”

“I know, mom! I’m just teasing. His mom said something similar to him. I know it’s normal for you guys to expect your kids to be married and popping out kids at this age but…”

She grabs your hand, keeping her eyes on the road, “It makes me happy only because you look happy…That’s all we want for you. Don’t rush into something like marriage…”

You smile at her and look out, “I’m nervous, though…”

“Why?”

You take a second, looking back at your mom, “We just got our new schedules for school and his is packed, mine is all over the place. I have to cut my hours at the library and find another job that will let me work good hours to make up for that. I don’t want to be the girl who moves everything around her boyfriend’s schedule…but it’s not just him, it’s all of our friends too. It feels like…” you rub your chest but why is it hurting? “seeing even our friends will be tough. Every new year, every new semester I get busier and busier, and it already sucked seeing Hwayoung and Eunji less but now with Yoongi, it just…”

“You’re scared…” 

The statement scares you even more because of how true it is. Yes, you are scared. 

Because what happens if you’re not worth waiting for? If things get too difficult and you can’t make enough time for each other. If you are not enough…

“Yeah…” Your mom probably hasn’t heard your voice sound that small in years.

She stays quiet as you watch her, “I know it’s going to be easy for me to say because I am your mom, I think I am meant to be this way but…when you make it about the quality of the time spent together instead of the quantity? The time apart will slowly and overtime get better…”

“Oh…”

She smiles, “But you’re in the honeymoon phase, all over each other and breathing each other’s air just doesn’t feel like enough but that…that doesn’t last.”

You look at her as she adds, “It’s hard work, a loving marriage,” you give her a look, “or relationship, sorry, sorry.” 

You laugh, feeling heat climb up to your cheeks, “Thank you, mom.”

“Mhm, of course. I want you to be happy…” 

You playfully glare at her, “You want me married off…”

“Oh, that too…” She plays into it, making you laugh as you shake your head. 

As you near Seoul, your heart slams against your ribcage at the reality of seeing Yoongi and getting back into your routine. 

Don’t let your brain get the best of you, again. 

Focus on the good things these last two weeks of summer will bring you. Time with your friends. With your boyfriend. Sleep, as much sleep as possible. So much to do in two weeks. 

An announcement plays out on the speaker, warning passengers of your arrival in Seoul soon. Finally. Your leg shakes as you wait for the go ahead to move and exit the train. 

Walking off the train, you shoot him a quick text.

You [1:37 PM]: I’m getting off now, be out soon!

The station is crowded, more than just your train have obviously pulled in and off loaded because you’re trying to break through the swarm of travellers, waiting for a message from Yoongi to confirm his location. But as you near the exit you see him walking in, looking disheveled and stressed, poor thing. 

“Oppa!”

He hears your voice through the noise, snapping his head and eyes widening when he sees you as he breaks through the crowd to reach you, your arms wrapping around his shoulders. Your lungs feel replenished with air when you’re near him again. He squeezes you tightly against him, one arm around you and the other grabs your luggage where it was abandoned next to you two. 

He groans in your neck, “Fuck, I missed you…” 

“It was only a week…” You liar, you missed him too.

Chuckling, he pulls back, “I know, I still missed you…”

You giggle, pulling you back into his arms, “I’m happy to be back…”

He keeps you tucked into his side when you walk back to the car and you start the drive back to yours. He holds your hand the entire ride back, caressing the back of your hand with his thumb. You tell him about your trip, earning a few chuckles from him especially when you talk about your parents also talking about marriage. 

“High expectations, huh?”

“Parents? Always.” You joke. 

When you’re finally back in your room, you collapse on your bed in relief as he climbs in next to you. Reaching for your hand, lacing your fingers with yours and leans in to kiss your cheek, moving lower as you spread your legs apart. You feel so good when his hand slips between your legs with your invitation, his mouth sucking at the skin on your jawline as you roll him over you. 

“Wanna make up for a week of me being gone?” You pant into his mouth when he hungrily kisses you. 

He chuckles deeply, fingers sinking inside of you as you gasp, “You don’t have to ask me twice…”

You sit in the living room with the girls and some of the boys, glancing over your shoulder as you call out to your boyfriend.

“Do you need any help?” 

He looks at you and shakes his head, mouthing ‘I’m okay’ to you. 

You hadn’t expected visitors this quick but when they showed up, you couldn’t hide your excitement at seeing them all. Even if you were completely exhausted still. Yoongi had gathered what you had in your fridge to make you guys some food, working on his own and insisting you sit and relax. 

You look over to something that’s caught your attention in Hwayoung’s room, “Did you get a new desk?” 

Everybody looks over as your friend smiles, “Why yes I did! It was on sale too, I really couldn’t stop myself.”

“How did you get that in here?” You chuckle.

Hwayoung glances to the kitchen, “Your boyfriend helped me out actually. Him and Hoseok.” 

You look over to Yoongi who avoids looking back, and you can only imagine that he’s blushing right now when he’s being praised by your best friend. You want to walk over to him and kiss him, take him back to your room to give him a proper thank you. But that’ll be later. 

“Did he?”

She grins at you, “Yep.” You both grin. She knows you find it sweet and you also know that if it weren’t for her, you probably never would have heard from Yoongi. 

When everybody else keeps talking, you keep your eyes on your friend as you mouth ‘really?’ and she nods, obviously grateful at your boyfriend’s help. She takes her phone out and you take yours out too, a text from her coming in almost straight away. 

Hwayoung [7:28 PM]: I asked for his help, he said yes without hesitating. And he said he’d let you know, I thought he did. 

You [7:28 PM]: He didn’t. He said nothing.

Hwayoung [7:29 PM]: He’s a good guy 😊

You would agree with her as you look over to him again. Right at that moment he brings the food over before returning to the kitchen to make some more. Everybody digs in but you note that even twenty minutes into eating, he’s still cooking. You go to him, wrapping your arms from behind as you press against his back.

“You gonna come eat?” you whisper, chin leaning against his shoulder blade. 

“Mhm, I will…” he nods, not looking at you, “you should go eat.”

You frown. Don’t read into the tone. 

He must feel the shift because your grip loosens on him, turning to you, “You okay?”

“Yeah. Are you?” 

He looks over to your friends then back to you, “I’m crashing hard…I’m just tired. Kinda like when you need a recharge…” 

You feel helpless because he’s usually the one in the position to help you and you realize you don’t know how to help him or what you can do to help. He must see your concerned eyes because he cups your cheek, “Let me make you guys food, then I’ll just go sleep…”

“Are you…still staying here tonight…or?”

He loses his smile, “I think I’m gonna go home…but I will be back in the morning. I promise. We can go for breakfast and coffee…”

You hide your disappointment because the part of you that understands? Gets it. But the one who is confused about the sudden change is you. You know you’ve agreed to talk if thoughts like that overtook your minds but you also don’t want to nag him into it. 

You hum before going back to your spot, getting quiet until he does exactly what he says he will. He sits next to you, rubbing your back as he does, and eats, cleaning up the dishes before leaving. The others notice because he never leaves first, and they note how quiet you get. But this is one of those times when everyone knows better than to ask questions that even you don’t have an answer to yet. 

As you lay in bed that night, confused and scared you get one text from him. One that doesn’t do much to alleviate the fear.

Yoongi 🧡🍊[10:02 PM]: I love you ♥️

He cancels on you the next day. 

It’s been a full three days since his text and he’s read your messages. 

You’re doing everything in your heart to not let it break, because you don’t have a reason for it to break. Yet. You know that just like you he gets into his head too, but where you simply quiet down? He pulls away which, for you, triggers this sudden fear of abandonment.

Your friends have been able to tell something’s happened but they haven’t asked, and you haven’t said anything. You’re keeping as busy as you can and you try not to bug him. And just when you think you’re settling into a routine today, there's someone ringing the doorbell. 

Don’t get excited.

And you’re not going to because when you look at who your visitor is, you’re shocked. You open your front door and wait until you’re met with his eyes. 

“Hey, Namjoon…”

He smiles shyly, “Hey. Can we talk?”

You invite him in and you’re wringing your hands, “Yep. Come in.”

He grabs your arm gently, “Breathe. I know you’re stressed but…”

You nervously laugh and shake your head as you sit down on the couch, Namjoon sits across from you. 

“What’s up, Namjoon?”

“You’re wondering what’s going on with him…”

“Obviously…”

“Look, he’s okay, but I don’t know how to even approach this conversation because I am going against what he wants. He’s made me promise to never tell anyone but I really don’t think that’s helping anyone, especially him…” He’s scared and nervous. “I know he’ll forgive me, eventually, but it’s still scary.”

“You’re officially freaking me out, ‘Joon…” God, when did your palms get so sweaty.

“Yoongi has been severely depressed for as long as I’ve known him.” 

Namjoon collapses against the chair, exhaling so loudly he sounds like a deflating balloon. He’s relieved to have this off his chest because he’s obviously been carrying this for so long. A wave of calmness hits you as you finally process what he’s said. 

This is not about you. Or Namjoon. Or anybody else.

This is about Yoongi.

“Okay. I know how…difficult a position you are in, but do you think you could tell me more?”

And he does. 

Explains when it started. The bullying in high school, overcoming that but being left with anxiety and depression in the wake. How Yoongi has never done anything to hurt himself on purpose but how he’s sometimes engaged in scary behaviour such as over drinking when he shouldn’t. 

“He hasn’t been like this since before you…” you nod, “and I’m not stupid enough to think that having a great girlfriend would fix his depression and anxiety, and that’s nothing against you and how awesome you are, by the way…”

You can’t help but chuckle, dryly but it’s mostly genuine, “I know having a girlfriend won’t ever fix that. And,” you sigh, “I’ve just been this insecure girl letting her boyfriend reassure and validate her feelings these last few months. He’s just been so good to me and for me, I never even thought that it could or would ever be this deep for him…”

“You can’t beat yourself over the head too hard for that…” Namjoon breathes out, “Yoongi does everything in his power to not tell people…especially you.”

“Why?”

Namjoon scoffs, “Because he thinks that it would scare you off for good and I do honestly believe it scares him…”

“Oh…”

“But I’m guessing it won’t scare you off?” You shake your head. 

“People are tricky, y’know? And I know how easy it is to say it doesn’t scare you, but the truth is? It is scary. It scares me, but…he doesn’t scare me.” You rub your thighs nervously. 

“He goes through phases, episodes, and he was fine and I don’t know why he crashed this hard and I know he will get himself outta of it because he always does, but you shouldn’t be on the outside of it. It’s not fair to him and it’s not fair to you…” Namjoon sighs. 

“Is he gonna be mad at you?”

Namjoon shrugs, “Disappointed, maybe. I mean, the boys kinda know that he’s struggling…but he’s never said anything to them directly…” he locks eyes with you, “I just have to hope he won’t be pissed forever…”

“Why are you telling me?”

He laughs, “Because he misses you. I don’t expect you to be the one fixing this for him, because you shouldn’t be. I don’t wanna assume why he hasn’t been open with you about it but I think he thinks he’s protecting you from it…” 

Sounds like something he would do, you think to yourself. 

“Look, I didn’t come here to tell you this so you can go and knock on his door to fix it. No. I told you because I think he would want you to know that this has nothing to do with you. He loves you, I have no doubt about that.” Namjoon rubs his face and you really take in just how tired he is. 

You both stay silent for a moment before you look up at him, “I won’t lie…I have no idea what to do next…” you laugh nervously. 

Namjoon stands and you follow, standing up to look at him, “Show him you’ll be there? Fuck, I don’t know. I wish I had a better answer for you…” he apologizes as you rub his arm. 

“It’s fine…” you lick your lips, “I’ll figure something out.” 

“Yeah?” He’s hopeful for his friend.

You nod, “Yeah, I will. I love him.”

He seems comforted to hear that, walking into you for a hug.

You pull back, smiling softly, “Everything’s gonna be fine.”

Yoongi walks home from work at the restaurant, exhausted and hoping for the warm embrace of his bed. But having you there would make it better. 

No, he thinks, you pushed her away, you idiot.

He glances down to your pinned conversation still sitting at the top of his messages there, your last text visible and haunting him for the last four days now.

Baby ♥️[4:16 AM]: I love you 🧡 I’m here whenever, and always.

God, he doesn’t deserve you. Don’t force that thinking on her, that’s not fucking fair. 

His brain has been a battleground these last few days, everything crashing down at the most inconvenient of moments. The guilt of ghosting you yet again eats at him, swallowing him whole the moment your name is mentioned or when he gets a glimpse of you. 

He’s ruining what you had left of the last two weeks of freedom before the busiest of school semesters. Because his head had him convinced there was no way you would go through the struggle of making time for him. Because why would you?

Because she loves you.

He loses track of time, looking up to his apartment as he shakes his head. How can he mindlessly walk here and not even notice everything in between? The fact that he makes it here alive is a miracle.

When he keys into his shared apartment, it’s quiet. The boys must be gone, he thinks. He checks his phone again and he sees the missed texts from Namjoon and Hoseok, both staying with their girlfriends tonight. You could too, y’know?

He takes his shoes off and wanders in, body sore as he heads directly to his bedroom. He begins kicking his clothes off, piece by piece until he steps into a shower. The hot water no longer makes him hiss, having grown accustomed to the feeling these last few days. 

He doesn’t know how long he stands there, but it must be way longer than he should have because the water begins running ice cold when he snaps out of it finally. His body feels like he weighs three tons, bones feeling like they’re crumbling under the weight of it all and making being in his skin painful. He despises this feeling. He despises his brain right now. He despises not having you here with him to run your fingers through his hair. 

Yoongi exits the bathroom and makes a beeline straight to his bed, ready to throw himself into it when he stops. 

What was…

He snaps his head back to his room, eyes tiredly scanning the entire area to figure out what was different. And that’s when he sees it, his chest suddenly feeling tight as he strides to his desk to make sure he wasn’t seeing a mirage. That he hadn’t lost his goddamn mind. 

His eyes begin brimming with tears, lips trembling at how it all finally collapses. The veil of darkness that’s been surrounding him being burned to the ground. Its ashes gone in the wind, just like that. 

All because of a blue post-it and a tangerine sitting on top of his laptop. 

You.

He carefully grabs the fruit in his shaky hands, feeling the first of the tears falling down his cheek as he angrily rubs at it. 

You were here. At some point today. 

His gaze slowly moves from the tangerine in his hands to the post-it. He picks it up in his hand and brings it closer to read it through tear filled eyes. 

You’re not alone. I’m here. Always. I love you <3  - Your Girl

His girl. 

Fuck, he had to make things right.

12:16 PM

You’re walking home alone after work, your steps slow as you keep looking at your phone. 

You had left the tangerine at Yoongi’s place mid-shift with Namjoon’s help. You had wanted to leave it there yourself, somewhere in his room where he would obviously notice. Where he would know it was you. But it has been hours now. 

Dragging your feet up the small hill leading to your place, you look at your phone one final time before getting inside. The ride up the elevator is slow, letting you get lost in your own mind as you pick at some fluff on your shirt. 

Ding.

The elevator doors open and you rush to your door. You just want to be home so badly and to enjoy the quietness of your place before your friends return with their boyfriends. But you’re not alone.

Because he’s here.

How do you know?

Because his shoes are at the entrance. You’d recognize those anywhere. 

Your breath catches in your throat and you drop your bag at the entrance as you rush inside, eyes scanning the kitchen and living room before zooming to your room as you push the door open. 

Yoongi is turning around right as you burst in. 

“Hey baby…” he looks from his feet to you, “I think I owe you an explanation…”

A/N: So, this is a bit of a heavier chapter by the end, yeah? I know depression and anxiety presents differently and varies for everybody so this was based off of my own experience with it. The story is coming to an end soon, but even with the end? I won't ever stop visiting these characters. I really hope you enjoy this!

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[msookyspooky]

I need to know what your headcanons are on modern dating of Billy, Stu and or Randy 😊💕

Oooh nice ♡ (I hate modern dating sm and will be single for life before doing dating culture. lol I was designed for dramatic darkest soul proclaimtions, letters of yearning and long drawn courting that last a season before even dating and even dating we're not dating long if I know ur it. I wasn't designed for 'what's ur snap' and was made to send Polaroid nudes in letters with dried flowers and my perfume and...Other things not 'showering? without me?' text... Lmfao but I'll try! 😅💖)

Modern 2025 Dating HC's for Scream Guys

Characters: Randy Meeks, Stu Macher, Billy Loomis

TW: Sex Mentioned, Modern Sexism/Discourse.

Randy Meeks

♡ He's sadly a Reddit user but not in an incel 'niceguysforum' way but in a Dad jokes and we arguing with a 15 year old with a big titty anime pfp on a thread over the symbolism in Hellraiser kind of way.

♡ May also be into the Softmaledom and GFD groups on there and gets ideas from it (He gives nerdy but sweet kinky boy once yall are doing it ya know he does)

♡ Met in Fandom Spaces or at a Horror Con (Dare I say...He'd also be into anime too? 👀 If he was it would be Monsters or Hellsing or anything by Junji I'm JS.)

♡ Would send you horror movie merch/buy it and it arrives on your doorstep. Expect matching couple merch.

♡ Sends you voice notes randomly of "Oh my God, babe. These freaking assholes don't understand that The Babadook was a fucking metaphor-" and it's embarrassingly long before he tries to delete and when that fails he acts like he was talking to himself and accidentally pressed record

♡ Constantly finds new horror movies to watch even cheap ones and FT you to watch it with him till you fall asleep

♡ Definitely FT nightly if you're long distance till one of you falls asleep

♡ Would have a YT channel, Tiktok channel or Podcast on Horror Movies or Crime

♡ Would call you something cringe but meme like pookie bear ironically (and unironically) also calls you 'kitten' as a joke because you both think it's funny acting like a discord Daddy and his kitten girl for the disgusted reactions

♡ Has you both hugging as his pfp and rubs it in other nerdy redflag incels faces like 'Oh no one loves you? 🥺 Damn, someone does me-' in internet arguments when he gets told 'She wont let you hit bro' when defending someone

♡ Became a damn germaphobe after Covid and makes you put your hands out to put sanitizer on. Flinches still when someone coughs w/o covering their mouth cause he had it and doesn't ever want it again

♡ Plays Outlast with you and you both are screaming and laughing hard all night long over the headset

Stu Macher

♡ Stu Macher too bad you died in 96; you would've thrived online

♡ Met you on an app like Tinder, Insta or Snapchat (Or asked for it)

♡ FT you doing random shit in silence + random dumbass noises to fill the silence like boy why tf you fting me while boiling water???

♡ Is so much harder to murder now so either he won't do it but be oddly fascinated by it or he will and is just extra careful

♡ Is such a troll with a keyboard. Only refers to women as bruh, bro, bby, baddie, bih, bop. Uses terms like fine shyt to describe you. Just over does '*xyz* Ahh', 'The huzz are watching', 'What the Sigma??', 'She mid' in comment sections just because he likes attention and knows ppl will be like 'sybau'...He'll even do it to you as his S/O just to rile you up.

♡ Giant troll even when dating. He sees a prank on TikTok? He's doing it and might record your reaction too

♡ Will send risky texts all day everyday. You've seen his dick at every angle. You've seen every surface from tailbone to tip. He always asks for pics in return and constantly pushes his luck wanting your face in them or video

♡ Uses emojis and reaction gifs

♡ Texts you good morning and it's Russian Roulette...Sweet or Surprise Morning Wood?

♡ Netflix and Chill Regularly

♡ Takes Selfies to send 24/7. He just messaged himself eating a McChicken to you...Probably some nasty sex joke in there somewhere somehow istg

♡ Likes when you borrow his clothes and take selfies to send to him. Is like '😍' at you in his oversized sweater for bed

♡ Surprises you with shit he saw on pornhub/horny side of X and sometimes its fun and other times you're like 'Hey, no. Nuh uh I don't bend like that.'

♡ Can be sweet in a funny way using heart eyed reaction images to ur selfies or 'Oh mmyyy Shaylaaaa! 😭💘😫' to something he finds cute

♡ Will text you at 1am 'you up?' or 'I'm bored :(' and if you answer and he lives close he will be at your door with food

♡ Would think all women are either bops/thots, femcels or baddies (srry I fear misogyny is somehow worse/more open now like wtf happened)

♡ Claims Human Centipede or Tusk was hilarious and he might actually think that but he could also be lying bc he knows it will get a reaction from you

♡ Constant reaction pics to what you say like he's on X comment section

♡ Is rich enough he'll get those heartbeat rings/bracelets then forgets to wear it with you

Billy Loomis

♡ This mfer is a pretty boy edgelord incel (Travesty rlly) I am sorry; sad but true

♡ Still kills or has fantasy of it but would have to be way sneakier

♡ Met you organically because he doesn't like apps and claims it and hookup culture have destroyed society (...He says as he's scrolling X/Twitter)

♡ Will randomly send you sad qoutes and ur like 'oh god are you okay???' thinking he's in danger and he acts like he accidentally sent it

♡ If you're a girl; he constantly claims you're 'not like other girls' madonna whore complex kicks his ass everytime

♡ Will get petty if you miss his text or don't respond right away

♡ Talks to you about movies but is like 'Sorry...You probably never heard of it' then quizzes you bc he refuses to believe you *understand* an artistic *masterpiece* like Clockwork Orange (Sarcasm on my part)

♡ Would either listen to 90's grunge, Indie Rock or like $uicideboy$ type stuff

♡ Never sends you a selfie of himself smiling its always him looking tired or mad or blurry

♡ FT you at the worst angle ever like a 50 yr old man

♡ Doesn't use emojis except 🖤 if ur lucky

♡ Gets so pissed at Stu who pisses him off on purpose like 'WHAT THE HELL IS SKIBIDI TOILET I'M GONNA PUNCH YOU-"

♡ May have moments where he genuinely lets his walls down by sending those reaction pics with words on them like you see on Pinterest and that's the only way he knows how to say stuff w/o saying it, ya know?

♡ Does have Spotify playlist that remind him of you and Pinterest boards too but wont admit it

♡ If you text him and use a petname he's like 'shut up' while ttly smiling at his phone since you can't see

♡ Wants to know ur location on ur phone or when u get home safe (...He's hiding outside ur house, babe.)

♡ Will fully let his walls down talking for hours to you about movies but his taste can get dark

♡ Surprisingly is more honest/open through text than in person

♡ Total Agoraphobia and uses his phone for dopamine escape while acting about it all. Only time he feels content is you in his bed or arms

[tinyraptorhands]

Pro Hero, Pro Mama, No Problem pt. 7

(TW; breastfeeding, Mineta being Mineta. Special message in honor of mother's day at the end.)

"If it isn't the Bakugo clan!" Kirishima greeted you three with his famous sharp smile, patting Katsuki on the back. "And here's the tiny baby Bakugo!!" He grinned, Katsumi looking up at him curiously. "Could I hold her?" He looked to you first, then Katsuki. Katsuki looked to you.

"Oh, uh, yeah-" you said, but suddenly Katsuki cut you off.

"Wash your damn hands first!" Katsuki barked, holding Katsumi tighter. You blinked up at him, and Kirishima nodded quickly.

"Ah, yeah, 'course! My bad!" He gestured for you all to come in. As you both slipped off your shoes in the genkan, you heard more chatter coming from inside. The smells of pizza and fried foods hit your nose, and some soft rock was playing in the background.

It felt like back when you all would get together. You had to drag Katsuki to come to these kinds of things.

Now it was the other way around.

"(Y/n)! Omigod, you're here and-" Mina stopped dead in her tracks. She zeroed in on Katsumi. "Oh. My. God."

Katsumi burbled, her head leaning against Katsuki's shoulder. "Not. A word. Raccoon eyes." He huffed. Mina looked like she was holding in a scream. A scream of pure, cute aggression induced glee.

She wasn't the only one.

When the three of you moved into the living area, the girls gathered around you.

"Oh my goooosh!" Hagakure gestured wildly, Katsumi's red eyes looked at the seemingly dancing clothes in front of her. Her eyes then landed on Jiro, who looked like she was holding in a squeal of her own, her usually calm face replaced with a wobbling grin. Momo had stopped helping serve tea, bee-lining for Katsuki-or rather, Katsumi and Ochaco was waving a little stuffed Deku in front her.

"Oooh, hewwo Katsumi chaaaan~!" Ochaco cooed. Katsumi's eyes looked over at her. And of course, she immediately latched onto the Deku doll.

"Oi, don't grab it, brat!" Katsuki said, his voice not really reprimanding.

"Oh, it's fine! It's for her anyways!" Ochaco said. Katsuki huffed.

"Really?? A Deku doll??" He grumbled, and Katsumi began to gnaw on the felt fabric of the Deku doll's hair.

"Told you he'd complain, ribbit." Tsuyu came up to the group, and smiled. "Hello, little Katsumi chan."

Katsumi continued to chew on the doll. You smiled gratefully at them all. "Sorry, she's teething at the moment." You explained.

You both suddenly flinched at the sound of things being knocked into, and a curse or two. But then...

"Okay! I'm ready!!" Kirishima came back, and you and Katsuki turned...

Only to see him with elbow length rubber dish gloves, with pillows taped to his body, and a medical face mask.

"...Shitty Hair. What the hell are you wearing?" Katsuki deadpanned. You held in a laugh.

"Baby safety, dude!" Kaminari came up from behind him, in similar garb. "We figured we should be as clean and safe as possible!"

"And now my elbows hurt!" Sero called out from the kitchen. "I tried telling the four of them they were going overboard!"

"Four?" You and Katsuki echoed, and sure enough, Todoroki and Iida came walking in from the kitchen.

"We're ready." Todoroki said, a serious look not at all matching the weird get-up he donned.

"Indeed! Proper baby handling is a no-brainer! And we're being extra cautious! Don't worry you two!" Iida clapped his hands on both you and Katsuki's shoulders, "we'll be careful when holding our neice!"

Katsuki balked, then blurted, "N-neice!? Oi, who said anything about-"

You hushed him with an elbow to the ribs, making him grunt. "While we appreciate your...uhm...efforts, you only really need to wash your hands..." you stated. You could hear the girls giggling in the background, and Jiro sighing heavily.

"I tried telling them that," Sero came in, still rubbing his elbows. "But noooo, they had to be extra about it."

"So...Can we hold her now!?" Kirishima looked starry-eyed. You and Katsuki exchanged a look.

"How about you loose all that crap, and you can hold her for as long as you want, Red." Katsuki said, and looked to the other three. "That goes for you three, too."

"Are you absolutely sure-" you both cut Iida off.

"Definitely." You both said.

Kirishima looked like he was holding a live bomb, his arms extended away from him. He was sitting on the couch with you, Katsuki and Midoriya-the latter looking a little pensive since he got here. "Oh God." Kirishima stared at her. "Its like I'm being judged by a baby Bakugo."

You chuckled, taking the tea offered by Momo. "Its okay, just hold her up to your chest, like how Katsuki was holding her..."

As Kirishima maneuvered her, Katsumi's eyes blinked wondorously at his hair.

"Aah..." she cooed, the girls all in the room melting at her noise. Katsumi began to fist his hair, making grabbing motions. You inwardly winced when you heard the crunch of product in his hair, hoping Katsumi wouldn't get any in her mouth.

Kirishima looked at her. "Damn, dude..." he turned to Katsuki. "Shes beautiful." His eyes were watering. Katsuki smirked.

"Tell me somethin' I don't know." Katsuki said proudly, sipping on a beer. You chuckled.

You smiled as a few photos were taken, and soon Katsumi was being passed around, the kitchen sink getting a workout in hand washing.

Everyone had gotten their turn, and then some.

Except...

"Hey, Mineta!" Kaminari, who was bouncing Katsumi in his arms looked over at the uninterested grape hero; "don't you wanna hold your neice??"

"Hell no!" Both Mineta and Katsuki said. Then Mineta looked at Katsuki, offended. "Wait! What's your deal!? Why can't I? Not that I want to-"

"Because you're a creep. No amount of hand washing or visiting a soapland weekly is gonna wash your gross away." Katsuki stated, taking Katsumi out of Kaminari's arms abruptly. Mineta scoffed.

"Oh please. She's just a baby." He then smirked, saying a little too loudly to himself, hand on chin, "But if she gets her mom's looks, maybe in 18 year's time-"

"No!" Everyone stated bluntly, Katsuki the loudest.

"Oh, come on! You all act like I'm diseased-"

"Maybe not physically, but the mind..." Momo trailed off.

"Hey!" Mineta whined. "I bet that kid'll love me when they get old enough to see how cool I am!"

"I'll kill you before that happens." Katsuki hissed, holding a now sleepy Katsumi tighter. "Ain't no kid of mine is gonna be influenced by you, grapist."

Mineta rolled his eyes. "Whatever, babies are gross anyway."

"Die." Katsuki said bluntly.

You rolled your eyes, and looked over at an unusually quiet Midoriya who sat to your left. "Hey, Midoriya-are you alright?" You asked softly, facing him fully as Katsuki bickered with Mineta. "You've been rather quiet."

"Hm? Oh, uhm...yeah. I was...I mean, I've just been concerned." He said, rubbing the back of his head. "Don't mind me, (y/n)."

You frowned. "Well, now I'm concerned. Whats wrong?"

He looked at you, then away. "Uh, well...I just don't want you passing out again..." he looked at you, his eyes looking into yours. "It scared alot of us."

Oh.

Right.

They hadn't seen you since the gala.

You gave him a small smile. "I'm...okay. Really. Things like this," you nodded to everyone, who was now trying to get Katsumi to smile- "I'm okay with."

He smiled softly. "I know it might not be much. But you can count on us if you...need to talk. We might not get it entirely," he chuckled, so did you, "but we'll listen."

You would've hugged him, if a certain husband didn't flip shit. You patted his hand instead. "Thanks, Midoriya." You said softly, your voice catching.

"Anytime, (y/n)."

"Katsumi dono, your beauty is ephemeral. Your eyes hold a fire the likes I've never seen." Tokoyami waxed poetics as he held her again, his face still stoic.

"Thats nice of you to say, Tokoyami." You said, smiling-humoring the man. Katsuki rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, thanks EdgeLord." He huffed. "But seriously, give her to (y/n). She's gotta feed her."

Tokoyami looked...uncharacteristically torn. "Yes. Of course." He gently handed her back to you. Koda patted him on the shoulder silently, smiling softly in his usual quiet way. It seemed the 'prince of darkness' was enjoying holding her, Dark Shadow whined a bit at the loss.

"You can hold her again before we leave, I promise." You said softly. Tokoyami blushed, and nodded his head with a grunt. Dark Shadow made some happy noises.

You then looked towards Kirishima, hiking up Katsumi's diaper bag. "Which room did you say I could use?"

"Oh!" Kirishima got up, smiling. "Guest bedroom, down that hall, first right you see!" He grinned. "Got it all set up for you. Even put a water bottle in there for ya! Bakugo said you get real thirsty when feeding her!"

Katsuki looked away, blushing. You smiled at Kirishima gratefully. "Thanks, Kiri." He nodded, sharp teeth grinning. Katsuki watched you leave, and then went back to his seat by Denki.

As you followed his directions, you found yourself in a decidedly clean room. There were still some boxes that Kirishima clearly threw in to be stored, but there was a nice full sized bed, with clean black linens. You placed the diaper bag down, and noted the promised water bottle on the oak nightstand. You smiled softly, and propped yourself up on the pillows, settling in for a feeding.

You heard the voices of the others in the other room, muffled but carrying over to you. Katsumi's soft suckling sound was the only other sound in the room.

The peace was nice.

If not a bit isolating.

You started to feel a little lonely. Everyone out there was having fun.

Laughing.

Drinking.

Talking.

And once again, you felt so...

Very...

Alone.

You bit the inside of your cheek.

No, no one had forgotten you. You knew that. You knew you were the only one who could feed Katsumi right now.

But damn, if it didn't feel-

A soft knock on the door startled you slightly. "Oi, it's just me."

As if Katsuki had super senses, he came in quietly, shutting the door behind him softly.

"Everyone was getting annoying." He huffed, and looked at you. His gaze softened. "How's the runt?"

"Shes okay. Getting sleepy, I think." You said, voice barely above a whisper as you looked down. Katsumi's eyes were flickering, fighting off milk-induced sleep. "...or milk drunk." You chuckled softly, brushing a few hairs away from her face. He walked over, sitting on the other side of the bed. Without a word, he propped himself up, bringing your head to his shoulder. You sighed softly, inhaling his cologne. "...Thank you." You said softly.

"Mm." He hummed, looking down at Katsumi. "...She's getting bigger."

"I know." You smiled warmly.

So did he. "Everyone's goin' nuts. Sayin' they're gonna have her be their sidekick. Callin' dibs already. Tch," he clicked his tongue, "as if I'd let her be a sidekick. Kid's gonna be a hero, right outta the gate."

You chuckled. "Pretty sure she has to start somewhere."

"Then she'll start with me." He retorted. "Kid's gonna be amazing. And I can protect her better that way."

You raised an eyebrow, "Protect her, huh?"

He nodded. "Yeah." He ran a hand over her head, the whisps of hair catching slightly on his calloused hands. "I...want her working with me. Or you....preferably me." He said.

"And what if she doesn't wanna be a hero?" You asked. You felt him stiffen for a moment-only to regain himself.

"Then...I still wanna protect her. No matter what she chooses." He stated, resolute. You smiled.

"Well, that goes without saying. We're both pretty powerful. I'm sure she'll be fine, no matter what." You said, suddenly taking on the role of comforter to alleviate his worry. You reached up, swiping a blonde tuft of hair away from his face.

He caught your wrist, and pressed a kiss to your palm. "Mm. Yeah...." he murmured into your hand, eyes closing. "No matter what."

"No matter what, little Katsumi," you looked back down at her, eyes closed as she continued to suck, "we'll protect you."

After all, you both were heroes...

But parents, first.

((Sorry if this one is short! I've been kinda busy lately, and since I wanted this out by mother's day, I had to cut it a bit short. I'm terrible with group scenes, if I'm honest. Also, I figured out how to edit font and crap! Yay!))

Alsooo... Happy mother's day, to all the moms out there. The moms who gave birth, were chosen, have adopted kids, miscarried, lost a child, grandmoms, aunts, single parents, sisters, the ones who haven't given birth, pet moms and the ones who are still trying for a child! You all are amazing, and valid! Have an amazing day!

[ruru195]

What's an adventure without some magic mayhem I have a couple things in mind so I'll throw them into different asks. For the first one a classic gender bend. Felix, mugs and bendy or cuphead I'll let you choose that one accidentally crossed a witchs path and for punishment and her amusement changed them to the opposite gender. How would their partners react to this change

We all know I'm choosing Cups for this jajajajaja

The Witch’s Curse

It all started with a cat.

Cuphead had been walking back from the local market—bag full of strawberries and peanut brittle—when he spotted a little black cat crossing the street.

Now, anyone who knew Cuphead well knew this: he had exactly zero self-control around cats. And so, without a single thought to consequences, groceries, or life choices, he darted straight after it.

Unfortunately, this wasn’t just any alley cat.

It belonged to a powerful, chaotic, very easily annoyed witch, who happened to be stirring a glowing cauldron full of enchanted pink potion at that exact moment.

Cuphead barreled into the setup like a bowling ball through glassware—shattering jars, knocking the cat into a pile of glitter, and sending the witch flying face-first into her own stew.

The alley fell silent.

The witch stood up slowly, dripping in sparkles, frothing pink goo, and pure fury.

“Oh, honey,” she hissed. “You’re gonna regret that.”

Cuphead blinked. “Uh… my bad?”

Snap.

A flash of magic, a puff of smoke, and suddenly—

Cuphead was not Cuphead anymore.

His clothes ripped and shimmered, transforming midair as his frame twisted and reformed. Muscles softened. His waist narrowed, his hips expanded. He stumbled back, legs growing long and shapely, his chest pressing against the tight new tank top that appeared on his torso. The handle atop his head remained, but now it was adorned with a golden scrunchie holding a high ponytail of golden waves that cascaded down his back. Thick lashes framed wide red eyes, and his lips plumped into a sultry red, gleaming like candy.

He blinked. Then looked down.

“…oh.”

His voice came out higher, smoother—almost melodic. “I got boobs.”

Back at home, chaos erupted the moment he walked through the door.

Mugman screamed. Loudly.

Boris dropped an entire tray of donuts.

Felix—who had been visiting for tea—spit out his drink with a violent sputter and backed away like he’d seen a ghost.

“Oh my God,” Mugman gasped. “What did you do?!”

“I chased a cat,” Cuphead said simply, staring at his now curvy reflection in a window. “Then a witch cursed me. I think I’m a girl now.”

Mugman flailed. “You think?!”

“I mean—look at me!” she twirled, golden ponytail bouncing. “I could be on a magazine cover! Do you see these hips?! I’m hot!”

“You’re unbearable,” Mugman groaned, face in his hands.

“I’m Cap now,” she declared, striking a dramatic pose. “Short for Cappuccino.”

And then Bendy walked in.

The second he saw her, he stopped dead in his tracks. His tail puffed like a brush. His jaw dropped.

And he did not speak.

“Hey, hot stuff,” Cap purred, sauntering over, hands on her hips. “Miss me?”

Bendy opened his mouth.

Nothing came out.

She leaned in, red lips brushing his cheek, and kissed him. A lipstick mark bloomed like fire against his inky skin.

His entire face flushed.

Still silent.

He swayed slightly. Then collapsed backwards in a perfect faint.

When he came to, Cap was crouched over him, straddling his hips, smiling like a goddess who’d just taken over Olympus.

“You good, sweetheart?”

Bendy croaked, “Y-Yeah. Great. You’re... Wow. You’re my girlfriend. Still. Right?”

Cap grinned, teeth gleaming. “You tell me.”

“Yup,” he said too fast. “You’re my girlfriend. Totally used to this. Absolutely fine. Very fine. You’re fine. So fine. Too fine.”

From the hallway, Boris yelled, “SIMP!”

“I AM—” Bendy tried to argue, but then Cap hugged him again, and his head landed squarely in her chest.

He froze.

Arms stiff. Breath caught. Brain blank.

Cap giggled. “Aw, he short-circuited again.”

The days that followed were complete madness.

Bendy couldn’t function. Cap would kiss his cheek in the morning, and he’d drop his coffee. She’d say, “Can you reach that for me, handsome?” and he’d nearly knock over the bookshelf trying to comply.

At night, she'd steal his shirts, stretch lazily across the couch, and croon, “C’mere, baby,” and Bendy would stumble over his own feet just to sit beside her. She’d toss her hair. Flash a smile. Rest her legs across his lap.

And he’d sit there like a melting candle, doing absolutely nothing about it.

Felix attempted to reverse the spell once—key word attempted.

Instead of fixing things, Cap’s eyeliner got sharper, her cheekbones more defined, and her walk somehow even more hypnotic.

Felix stared at her in horror. “I made her hotter. I made her unstoppable.”

Cap winked at him. “Thanks, Kitty.”

Felix visibly shuddered. “Never again.”

Mugman had long since given up.

“Please,” he begged Cap one morning. “Just tone it down. He’s useless now. He burned toast with his eyes closed trying not to stare at you. I found him kissing a pillow.”

Cap sipped her tea, crossing her long legs. “You think I’m gonna stop? Look at him. He’s head over heels. And I am loving this.”

She blew a kiss at Bendy across the room.

Bendy, holding laundry, dropped it all on the floor and walked directly into the wall.

“Simp,” Boris muttered again.

“Proudly!” Bendy called back.

Despite the chaos, no one could deny the truth: Cap was still Cuphead. Snarky, wild, bold, and loud. But now, with a little added spice.

And Bendy?

Well, Bendy was head-over-heels in love… all over again.

Even if it meant passing out every time she looked at him just right.

[deepseah0rr0r]

Dickkory incorrect quotes that feel in character to me (some have allusion to sex)

Kory: We should get you to a doctor for a check up immediately. What if it happens again, and there isn’t anyone around to help you? What if it’s congenital? Oh my God! Was it me? Did I hurt you?

Dick: …You realize any other person that made their partner pass out on bed would simply feel really proud of themselves, right?

Dick, trying to flirt with Kory: I think both of our families suck.

Dick: Kory, you do remember when we agreed we were better off as friends, right?

Kory, naked in Dick's bed: No, I absolutely do not.

Dick, already taking off their clothes: Fuck... Me neither.

Kory: Did it hurt when you fell-

Dick: From heaven? Wow, I didn’t think you were such a flirt-

Kory: No, I meant when you fell down the stairs.

Dick: ...

Kory: You just laid there for 15 minutes.

Kory: I’ve been dropping them the most insanely obvious hints for like a year now. No response.

Dick: Wow. They sound stupid.

Kory: But they’re not. They’re really smart actually. Just dense.

Dick: Maybe you need to be more obvious? Like, I don’t know… “Hey! I love you!”

Kory: I guess you’re right. Hey Dick, I love you.

Dick: See! Just say that!

Kory: Holy fucking shit.

Dick: If that flies over their head then, sorry Kory, but they're too dumb for you.

Kory: Dick.

Dick: I am so cool. I am an absolute Chad. I am the epitome of coolness and awesomeness—

Kory: Hi.

Dick: *melts down in a flustered heap of softness*

Kory: Hey, random question, what are your favorite flowers?

Dick: Peonies, why?

Kory:

Dick: Were you going to get me flowers?

Kory:

Dick:

Kory: ᶦᵗ’ˢ ᵃ ᵖᵒˢˢᶦᵇᶦˡᶦᵗʸ

Dick: Do you love me?

Kory: We’re literally married.

Dick: Yeah, but as friends or—

Dick: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine.

Kory: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again.

Dick: O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns??

Kory: Is it working?

Dick: Are we fighting or flirting?

Kory: I'm pinning you against a wall with my hand around your neck-

Dick: Your point?

[approximatelynothereorthere]

Broken Legs

Bodhi Durran x OC

3.6k words ☆ Part 1 of 2

Okay hi. first fic I've posted on here so yay! This ended up being way longer than I intended and it's also now split into two parts. I'm hoping to get the second part up mid next week but knowing me it could be a little longer lol.

My OC is called Evelyn (Eve to most, Evie to one person in particular- definitely not planning a whole other fic to explain all of that lol), in this she's a second year in the same squad as Imogen, Quinn and Dain (she might be his XO, I haven't decided yet) and by extension Violet & Co. , she's fairly stubborn and has some insecurities and fears surrounding her signet (I haven't explicitly stated what her signet is but one could make an educated guess at what it could be from some details in this fic)- I will be making an OC master post soon-ish which will go into a bit more detail about Eve and I have plans for some more OCs...

Contains: Somewhat of a description of broken legs (I have never broken a bone before so it may not be very accurate), a bit of Dain hating (will explain that more in part 2), a li'l bit of angst

(please let me know if I missed anything)

‘Ow ow ow. Ah shit’

‘Imogen, you need to get her other side.’ Quinn says from under my arm that she’s holding up as she tries to help me down the stairs. We’ve made it down two so far, only about fifty to go. Imogen appears at my other side and lifts my arm over her shoulders. I wince as we begin moving again. It feels like there are a thousand tiny blades violently stabbing into my legs every time I make the slightest movement. My right leg is worse I think. It feels slightly in the wrong place and the blades seem more angry on this side. Each step is godsdamn agony but there’s nothing we can do until we get to the infirmary.

‘You good?’ Imogen asks.

‘Just…’ I hiss at the sudden sharpness I feel just below my knee. ‘… peachy.’

Imogen merely grunts in response but then adds ‘Stop putting weight on your right leg, I know that one’s worse. And stop holding back on me and Quinn, we can take your weight just fine, that’s the whole point of doing this.’

I don’t say anything back but I do let myself lean on them more. The blades seem to ease up a bit but it still hurts like a bitch. Malek, take me now. Stupid fucking Aetos and his stupid fucking dragon.

‘If it helps I threatened the squad leader with a fiery death the second he dismounted Cath’ Nimh tells me.

‘I imagine that didn’t go down well with either of them.’ I send back.

‘Knocking my rider off a ten foot drop isn’t something that goes down well with me.’

‘Fair point.’

‘Is that all you have to say?’ She questions.

‘Sorry I’m a bit preoccupied with not passing out from pain right now.’

You'd think she’d be a bit more sympathetic, It’s not like I’m crying over stubbing my toe.

‘We will talk later.’ Nimh states before I feel her presence in my mind recede slightly. I can’t tell if she wants to scold me or plot revenge on Aetos and Cath. Probably both.

We’re about three quarters of the way down now but the blades are coming in harder and stabbing deeper than before. Fucking hell. I whimper as we take another step and my eyes well up. This is becoming unbearable, I don’t know if I can make it to the bottom of the steps, even with Quinn and Imogen holding me up, before my legs give up completely.

‘Eve you’re doing so good. Not far to go now, we’ve got you.’ Quinn gives my side a squeeze that I know is supposed to be comforting but it’s not doing shit for me right now. Oh holy… fucking gods. This is shit, this is shit, this is shit. I feel wetness falling down my cheek. Great, now I’m crying. I breathe in slowly, trying to calm myself and with the faintest hope that oxygen has some undiscovered pain relieving property. It doesn’t and tears are still slipping down my face. I want Bodhi. If he were here… I… I don’t know, I just need him to hold my hand or something, smile at me in the way that smooths over the rough edges of my feelings, in the way that only he can. This is so pathetic. But hey, I have two potentially broken legs and still the entire fucking quadrant to get through to reach the infirmary, I think I’m allowed to cry and want my boyfriend.

Two steps to go. Dark spots cloud my vision and I blink hard.

‘Can one of you talk? About anything, I don’t care. Just give me something to focus on… please.’ I mutter.

Quinn immediately throws herself into chattering about weekend plans and it seems to be working. One final step to go and then we’re off this infernal staircase. One of the sharpest stabs yet shoots through my leg and I cry out and scrunch my eyes up before more tears can escape.

‘Eve you did it. Should be easier now-’ Quinn starts.

‘Give me… shit… give me a minute’ I inhale sharply. ‘I feel… like I’m gonna… pass out.’ I try to exhale as evenly as possible but it still comes out shaky and I see Imogen shoot Quinn a strange look. Not strange, worried, it just looks odd on her features. I’m screwed if Imogen’s worried, she never worries. She goes to say something before, ‘Evie? a voice calls out from the other side of the room. The fucking nerve of this person to call me-

‘Evie? What the fuck?’

I look towards the voice with what I hope to be a deadly scowl on my face and a tall figure comes into view. My vision is too blurry to make out anything else about them, all I know is they’re next on my kill list, after I end Aetos for putting me in this situation. The person quickly moves closer, their steps echoing.

‘What in Amari’s name happened? Cuir told me to come find you but he didn’t say…’ they stop just over a foot in front of me. ‘…shit darling.’

Who the fuck do they think they- oh. Cuir told them… him. My eyes finally focus on the man in front of me as the drowsy feeling of my consciousness slipping ebbs away a little. Bodhi’s eyes are wide and a small line creases between his dark brows.

‘Oh, hey.’ I attempt to sound nonchalant but it clearly hasn’t worked when the crease between his brows just gets deeper.

Imogen quickly explains ‘We’re taking her to the infirmary but the pain in her legs is getting worse and she’s barely putting any weight on them. I’m not sure how much further she can get.’

I make a small sound in protest but she cuts me off. ‘Don’t argue, you just said you think you’re about to pass out and it doesn’t take a healer to see how fucked up your legs are.’

Quinn gives me another squeeze and this time it does help, a tiny bit. I see Bodhi’s wide gaze leave my face and travel down to my legs, then back up to where my arms are slung over Imogen and Quinn’s shoulders. He strides forward and, in one quick motion, lifts me up into his arms. I wince as I feel the pressure of his arm on the back of my thighs cause something to tug sharply further down my right leg. I bite my lip and scrunch up my face because it hurts, it really fucking hurts.

‘I know Evie, darling, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.’ Bodhi whispers as I lean my head into his shoulder. His other arm is wrapped around my back and his hand is absentmindedly stroking my side. Maybe not absentmindedly, maybe he’s doing it deliberately because he knows it makes me feel safe, knowing he’s there, that he’s alive and with me. I go to put my arms around his neck as he starts speeding towards the infirmary, Imogen and Quinn keeping his pace just behind. My eyes are still shut to stop the world from spinning and I bite my lip to stop anymore whimpers from escaping me.

‘What happened?’ Bodhi asks softly as we turn a corner. I think we’re crossing into the other quadrants now.

‘Later.’ Is all I can get out. I’m not ready to go into all of that just yet. I open my eyes and look up to find him gazing straight back at me. His eyes are still wide but they look slightly watery now. Or maybe it’s just because I’m looking at him through watery eyes, tears that I’m still trying to hold back. He gives me a small nod, his mouth pressed into a small line.

After what feels like an eternity, we reach the infirmary. The stabbing feeling in my legs is almost constant now and I’ve been feeling my control slipping, similar to the way I slipped off Nimh’s leg only this time the result would be accidently channelling my signet, into Bodhi. I’d rather break my legs ten more times than let that happen.

The second we step into the infirmary two healers working on something at the far end of the room spot me in Bodhi’s arms and rush over.

‘What happened?’ one asks as the other beckons Bodhi over to one of the beds to lay me down on.

‘She fell dismounting her dragon.’ Quinn answers.

‘As if- Eve’s not incompetent, she got knocked off. Completely out of her controll and the landing fucked her legs.’ Imogen quickly interjects.

I feel Bodhi’s eyes on me, frowning like his life depends on it. This is not how he was supposed to find out. ‘Knocked off’ could imply someone made me fall deliberately and although I am decidedly pissed off at the someone who did knock me off, he didn’t do it with the malicious intention I’m sure Bodhi has interpreted it as. Since we’d been together, scratch even before that, when we’d started getting closer, he’d always worried about others trying to hurt me to get to him, because he’s marked. He avoided me for an entire week once because of a small incident that occurred during sparring. He claimed he was ‘protecting me’, I told him he was being an idiot. Now I don’t even want to imagine what he must be thinking, that someone is targeting me because of him. He already has so much to deal with being an XO, training first year marked ones, not to mention Xaden and his ridiculous obsession with Sorrengail. Bodhi doesn’t have space in his head to worry about nonexistent threats against me.

He adjusts his hold on me as he tries to figure out the best way to lay me on the bed without hurting me. It’s unavoidable at this point but the sentiment warms my chest a little. Finally he lowers me but as his arm is removed from the back of my thighs pain shoots down my right leg like a poison dart tearing through the bone and muscle.

‘Oh fuck me.’ I curse loudly and it echoes around the room.

Bodhi immediately reaches for my hand, intertwining our fingers. ‘I’m sorry darling.’ He brings my hand towards his lips and kisses the knuckles gently. The feeling is enough for me to forget about everything happening and purely focus on him. I lay my head back against the cool pillow that’s been propped up behind me and look at him, he’s looking right back at me like I’m a riddle he can’t quite figure out. As he lowers our hands onto the edge of the bed I open my mouth to say something but-

‘Hiya Evelyn, sorry to see you here but do you think you could explain what you friend means by your legs being ‘fucked’.’ One of the healers says as he moves to the other side of the bed. Thank gods he stopped me, I have no idea what I would have said to Bodhi.

‘Hey Parker.’ I say. Parker is a third year healer I met after Threshing last year. He stitched up the nasty slash Nimh had given me just below my collarbone and over time we became friendly with each other. I wouldn’t call us friends per say but it’s always nice to see him. Maybe not under these circumstances, however.

Looking down at my legs, I realise what Imogen mean by my legs being ‘fucked’. The sharp intake of breath comes involuntarily when my eyes register exactly how messed up my right leg is. Tears form in my eyes once again, not because of pain, that's becoming more and more familiar to the point that it would feel weird if something didn’t hurt, but because I can barely comprehend that the close to utterly mangled appendage is actually attached to my body. That’s my leg not someone else's that I can look at and just think ‘ouch’ as I imagine what it might be like. I don’t need to imagine because it’s actually happening to me and it’s fucking terrifying.

Good fucking gods. My breathing is becoming more and more shallow and panic is tingling around my body. I need to do something, I need to get away, scream, anything. Anything that will make it stop. My control is slipping and power is spreading down my arms, reaching my hands, slowly seeping into my fingertips where… oh shit. I yank my hand out of Bodhi’s before it can get to him. As long as I don’t touch anyone it’ll be fine. I just need to get a grip on my emotions.

I can feel both Bodhi and Parker’s narrowed gazes on me but I can’t tear my eyes away from my legs. It’s like I’m in a trance, a horrifying nightmarish trance.

‘Eve… talk to me. What’s going on?’ Bodhi whispers softly. Gods I want to look at him but I can’t, I’m frozen in place like a statue. He reaches for my hands once again but I snatch them away and hold them tight to my chest. If there’s only one other thing I can focus on, it’s not hurting him, keeping him safe above anything.

I can almost hear the gears whirring in his brain. I never pull away from him, never, not unless…

‘It’s your signet isn’t it?’

Click. I don’t say anything, only nod. It’s barely a nod more a shift in the positioning of my head but he notices. He moves his chair even closer to the bed and rests his hand on it, so close to me that I swear I can feel heat radiating from him.

‘Evie? Can you try and look at me please darling?’

I want to, I really want to but I have the irrepressible fear that if I look away from my legs for even a fraction of a second they’ll get even worse and not even Nolan could fix them.

‘I know you’re scared but I need you to trust me, Eve, just look at me and let me help.’ He says firmly but quietly. He hasn’t had to use that voice in a long time and… he thinks I don’t trust him. Like hell I don’t. I take a deep breath, shut my eyes and turn my head slowly. I can feel his fingers twitching beside me and exhale shakily as I open my eyes.

‘Hi’ he’s giving his soft smile, not my favourite but the most comforting at the moment.

‘Hey’ I whisper, averting my eyes from his before I panic and back out completely then end up wallowing alone in pain and shame until I can walk on my own again.

‘Can I touch your hands?’ He asks and I feel his fingers shift against the mattress again. I shake my head.

‘What if I hurt you? I don’t trust myself to not hurt you.’ I admit more to the mattress than him. His fingers inch impossibly closer to my side and they brush gently against it.

‘You won’t. You’ve never hurt me with your signet before and I trust you with my life and more.’ He says with the confidence I wish I could have right now.

‘I’m not in control. I can feel it in my fingers and I can’t make it go away. My head is too much of a mess to… it- I can’t…’ My response is desperate and weak but I am well and truly panicking now.

‘Let me help. You can give me your hands and we’ll make it go away. We’ll talk it through.’

‘Bodhi I-‘

‘I’ll counter it, just like I used to.’ He interrupts. It’s terrifying how quickly he’s willing to risk himself for me.

‘You shouldn’t have to do that.’

‘I don’t care, I want to. ‘

I search his eyes to find the faintest hint of fear so I can refuse him but I only find the fierce determination I fell in love with. Damn him.

The instant I mumble an ‘okay’ his hands are holding mine, clutching them like the world would end if he ever let go. Thumbs rubbing circles into the backs of my hands, I feel the power fading slightly. It’s not the feeling of him countering it though, he’s just calming me. When he counters it feels like the power just won’t turn on. It’s frustrating but he’ll only do it if he absolutely has to. I’m guessing this is not one of those times, although it certainly felt like it should’ve been from my end.

‘See darling, you’re in control, you’re not hurting me.’ Bodhi says, his soft but dark eyes on me.

I don’t say anything back, just focus on the feeling of his thumbs on the back of my hands. There have been many times before when he has had to counter me, when I was only just starting to learn how to use my signet. It’s normal for first years to struggle controlling their signets and accidents are bound to happen, expected even. But my signet is not one you want to be out of control, an accident with my signet has an unfortunately high chance of someone becoming merely a name called in death roll or the infirmary for an not ideal period of time. That’s why Bodhi and I started training together more frequently, he was one of the few people who could defend themselves if I did slip up. Even then I worried he wouldn’t be able to wield under pressure if it did come to that.

Someone clears their throat near me and I remember that Parker is still here, as is Imogen and Quinn who are standing together a little further away watching quietly. Blood rushes to my face as I realise they’ve all witnessed that entire interaction between me and Bodhi. I trust them all with my life (just about) but my relationship is something I usually prefer to keep to myself. He is mine and I am his and that’s all I need anyone to know.

‘When you can, Eve, could you explain what the pain is like and where?’ Parker says softly. ‘Nolan has been informed that he is needed and is on his way as we speak. If you want mending, that is.’

‘Gods yes!’ I groan, now feeling a bit more like myself again. I turn my head towards Parker. ‘Can you imagine me being stuck here with broken legs for weeks on end? No thank you.’

He gives me that rare grin of his and Bodhi chuckles, giving my hands a quick squeeze.

‘And uh yeah I think I can talk about it now. Sorry for freaking out a little.’

Bodhi makes a small noise in protest and Imogen just scoffs.

‘Respectfully, you are a fucking idiot if you think you need to apologise for having a normal reaction to your injury.’ She crosses her arms over her chest so I narrow my eyes at her and she narrows her right back as if she’s daring me to argue with her. I turn back to Bodhi and see the corner of his mouth quirk up slightly.

‘You’re not going to defend me?’ I ask.

‘But she is right.’ He shrugs and Parker nods in agreement.

‘Gods, you’re all mean. I hate you.’ I huff.

Bodhi smirks. ‘Uh huh.’ He kisses my knuckles once again. ‘Love you too.’

Hope you liked it and thank you so much for reading :)

[ilovedainironfoot]

@skrabnuti

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In Ed's office, the captain breathed out his soul, his head in his hands. He was so, so tired of the situation : “It's all right, Isaac, you can leave us.”

“Yes, Captain.” answered the robot before leaving the captain's office.

The android gone, the captain focused all his anger on his interlocutor, who stubbornly kept his head down and his silence heavy : “Ok. Ok. Ok. What were you thinking ? I trusted you.”

Klyden didn't reply, his head still directed to the ground.

Ed stood up, sudden anger taking control of him, unable to sit still for another second, and let his frustration at the Moclan's behavior show. He started screaming : “Look, I understand perfectly how you feel, but Bortus isn't the only one in this !  Kelly is also on this horrible planet and in other circumstances I'd surely have done the same as you. But I can't let this go unpunished. What you tried to do could have had disastrous consequences, both for them and for the USS Orville ! I'm going to have to confiscate Bortus's passwords, as well as all his weapons and armor in your quarters.”

At those words, Klyden stood up, furious : “You can not do that!”

E shouted back : “Yes I can and I will ! You're in no position to ask for anything ! I am tired of your attitude ! ”

The man stopped halfway in his shouting, taken aback by the moclan's tear-filled eyes and, above all, his pain-filled expression. He understood what he'd just said : he was going to take away everything that belonged to Bortus, tearing him further away from his already heartbroken husband. This vision shook him for a second into his decision, but an unexpected call cut him off : “Please excuse me for a moment,” he muttered to Klyden who didn't sit back. He accepted the call and Admiral Perry appeared on the screen : “Oh, hello Admiral ! What can I do for you?”

“Ed, it's already been a month. I understand what you're going through, but I'm under a lot of pressure to get the Orville up and running again. You can't wait in orbit forever.”

Ed cleared his throat, feeling the damage control coming on : “Admiral, this really isn't the time...”

His interlocutor cut him off : “And not to sound heartless, but we don't even know if they're still alive.”

Ah.

No.

First his screen, torn from his view, shattered into a thousand pieces on the wall, which cracked on impact. Then, after his screen, it was his desk that followed a magnificent trajectory across the room, landing in the corridor, forming a gaping hole in the exploded wall.

He only had time to save Kermit the frog in a heroic gesture and to cower in-extremis in a corner of the room as the Moclan ravaged the place in an uncontrollable rage. No furniture nor objects survived. His rage finally expelled, Klyden retrieved his husband's weapons and fled down the corridor. Alerted by the noises and the screams, Claire and Talla arrived on the scene just seconds after Klyden's departure and were able to see with terror the interior of the office completely turned upside down, every nook and cranny, every object ravaged, shattered, in pieces, with impacts on all the walls. A carnage that ended with Captain Ed huddled in the corner of the room, still protecting Kermit in the safety of his arms.

Seeing him like this, Claire cried : “Oh my God ! Captain ! What happened ? Are you hurt ?”

She helped him to go back on his feet, checking any potential wound. Captain Ed, his legs trembling, stammered, “No-no, I'm fine...just...”

Talla inspected what was left of the poor room “Did Klyden do it?”

Ed nodded “Yes.”

Talla: “Why ?”

Ed: “I got a call from the admiral and Klyden was with me.”

Claire: “From the admiral?”

Ed: “He wants us… to leave.”

Talla: “What?”

Ed : “He said there was no point in waiting and he...he added that we didn't even know if they were still alive.”

Claire looked around at the damage : "And Klyden heard that ? I understand better the state of your office."

Ed : "We've got to catch him ! Talla, stop Klyden. Isaac stopped him from stealing a ship, but after what he just heard, I think he's going to try again…"

His instincts were right, for at the broading bridge it took no less than Isaac and Talla to stop the Moclan who was screaming to be let go, that they had to let him help his husband, if not for him, then for their child. It was only after breaking a few of his bones to keep him still that Doctor Finn managed to innoculate him with a sedative that calmed the Moclan down, not without beating up the xelayan and the android in return. On the medical bed, his whole body was interspersed with uninterrupted sobs, arguing that he had failed to be a good husband and father - an absolutely heartbreaking sight for Doctor Finn, who felt helpless in the face of such distress. So, not knowing how to respond, she wrapped the crying Moclan in a comforting hug. Captain Ed yelled at him anyway, more to do his captain's duty than for fun, reminding him that it wasn't just Bortus in the situation, but Kelly too, that he loved her as much as Klyden loved Bortus, but that he knew how to keep his cool, unlike the Moclan, and that from now on he was forbidden to go near the boarding bridge. He would have confined him to his quarters, but the sight of the Moclan in tears, so vulnerable, was so strange that he didn't dare give a harsher punishment.

[cheollollipop]

mother’s day. | lee haechan

genre: fluff. suggestive.

wc: 1.1k

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I wake up to silence.

Which is suspicious. Concerning, even.

The clock reads 8:03 a.m., and that alone sets off internal alarms. Our daughter never lets us sleep past seven. Not without some kind of cereal-based explosion or a crayon mural on the hallway wall. So naturally, I sit up.

The hallway is empty.

The door is slightly ajar.

And from the kitchen... I hear whispering.

"No. Put it on the plate. Not in the drawer."

"Oops."

"Okay, new rule. You don't touch anything sharp. Or hot. Or sticky."

"I'm not touching. I'm stirring!"

"That's not stirring, that's—wait, that's syrup. Oh my god, okay. It's fine. It's fine. Your mom's gonna love it. Right? Right?"

I bite back a laugh and lean back against the headboard, tugging the covers up over my legs.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, the chaos arrives.

The door swings open with dramatic flair, and our four-year-old stomps in wearing sparkly socks and a pink tutu over her pajamas, balancing a tray in both hands with the seriousness of a royal page.

"Happy Mother's Day, Queen Mommy!"

Behind her is Haechan, holding a single flower in a chipped mug and looking far too proud for someone with flour in his hair.

"Special delivery," he grins.

I accept the tray. Pancakes shaped like hearts, kind of. Scrambled eggs, slightly overcooked. Juice in a wine glass. A folded napkin with a glittery drawing of me holding hands with her and what I assume is a unicorn.

My chest tightens in the best way. "You guys..."

"I did the hearts," she says proudly, climbing onto the bed beside me. "But Daddy said I couldn't use the real knife."

"Wise choice," I say, pulling her into a one-armed hug.

"Thank you for being the best mommy in the world," she recites, clearly from memory. "And for making the best noodles and putting sparkles on my boo-boos and finding my shoes when I lose them even though I say I didn't lose them."

Haechan snorts.

"I love you more than candy," she finishes.

And then throws her arms around me.

I hold her tight. "I love you more than anything."

"Even more than pancakes?"

"Even more than pancakes."

She gasps. "That's so much."

Haechan places the mug on the nightstand, leaning down to kiss the top of her head. "Alright, munchkin. Let's go let Mommy eat in peace."

"But—"

"We have a spa day planned for your dolls, remember?"

Her eyes go wide. "Right. The cucumbers!"

He scoops her up over his shoulder with a dramatic flourish as she squeals and kicks and laughs all the way down the hall. I hear them plotting in the bathroom, something about face masks made of shaving cream and nail polish that I'm already mentally preparing for.

And for a few blissful minutes, I get to sip my juice in a wine glass and just...be.

⸻

The rest of the day passes in soft colors.

We go to the park. Haechan buys me iced coffee and buys her a popsicle she immediately drops in the grass. They chase each other through the playground while I sit on the bench and watch them collapse in a giggling heap.

We stop by a small bakery on the way home, and she insists on picking out the pinkest cake she can find. There's too much frosting. It's perfect.

Dinner is loud and messy. Bath time is louder. She insists we all wear matching pajamas even though Haechan's set is two sizes too small and gives him a wedgie he complains about the entire time he's brushing her teeth.

And by the time she finally crashes mid-story, in our bed, between us, we're both so in love with her we could burst.

Haechan looks at me over her tiny sleeping form.

"Wanna try and transfer her to her room?"

"Do we risk it?"

He shrugs. "YOLO."

It takes a full five minutes of careful maneuvering and a whispered countdown. But we do it. She's tucked in, still clutching her stuffed animal, mouth slightly open in a snore.

And when we return to our room, it's quiet again.

But not the suspicious kind.

The warm kind.

The kind that hums.

⸻

I'm brushing my teeth when Haechan slips into the bathroom behind me, sliding his hands around my waist, head resting on my shoulder.

"You looked really pretty at the park today," he murmurs, voice low and fond.

I smirk at our reflection. "I was in a hoodie and sunglasses."

"You looked like mine."

I rinse and turn in his arms, smiling up at him. "That line would work better if you didn't have toothpaste on your shirt."

He doesn't look away. Doesn't even glance down. Just grins and leans in to kiss me, slow and steady.

The kind of kiss that says thank you and I see you and I want more of you all at once.

He walks me backward into the bedroom, one hand on my waist, the other cradling my cheek. It's unhurried. Familiar. Electric in the quietest way.

"You've been so amazing," he says softly, pushing a piece of hair behind my ear. "I know it's not always easy. But you love her like it's breathing. You love me like I'm worth something. You make this all feel like a real life."

My heart thuds, full and heavy.

I cup his face. "You make me feel like I still belong to myself, even when I'm exhausted. You've never made me feel like I had to give up being a woman just because I became a mom."

His eyes soften. "You'll always be you to me. You'll always be everything to me."

He kisses me again, deeper now. Slower. His hands find familiar places, my waist, my lower back, the curve of my hip and I sink into it, into him.

He lays me down gently, as if the day wasn't enough of a reason to worship me, he's going to prove it now.

His mouth finds my neck. His hands slide under my shirt with reverence, not urgency.

There's no rush.

There never is with us.

Only intention. Only trust.

And a love that knows the shape of me—in motherhood, in womanhood, in softness and want.

"I missed you like this," he whispers between kisses. "Not just touching you but, being with you. You and me."

I exhale, legs curling around his hips. "I'm right here."

And when he presses into me, slow and sure, with his hand in mine and his lips still whispering praise, I realize—

This is how I'm seen.

This is how I'm held.

Not just as a mom.

But as a woman.

As his.

[starkspondwater]

May I request a Kyle or Jimmy period comfort fic?? 🙊🙊

Okay so I AM doing both (because you're putting my two favs there, how can I not) but I'm starting with Kyle first!

Summary: Despite your precise planning, your receive a monthly visitor a bit earlier than expected. This normally wouldn't be a problem if it didn't arrive in the middle of the night...while you slept in your boyfriend's bed.

Word Count: 2452

Nothing To Worry Over (Period Comfort)- Kyle Broflovski x Reader

Your eyes cracked open, slowly taking in the small amount of light that showed through the bedroom window. It must’ve been early, too early for the morning sun to even crest over the horizon. You allowed your limbs to awaken, warmth seeped so deep into your bones that you felt like you were still in a dream. With the body felt at your side you knew this wasn’t your own bed, but it might as well have been.

You spent most nights over at Kyle’s now, having been dating for quite a while. You preferred everything over there more; the space, the sheets, and most importantly him. The smell of him was enough to lull you into a sense of peace and belonging, a sense of just being that you weren’t wanting to ever let go.

That being said, you knew when to allow space. There were weeks Kyle would be swamped with work and needed no distractions, or times where you had your own deadlines to stress over. Those times you spent in your own little bubbles, making the heart grow fonder until you came together once more. It was a good system that thus far hadn't failed. Until now.

As you stretched out your legs, knees cracking slightly, you felt…odd. Your thighs felt sticky and weirdly cold, an uncomfortable feeling settling into your belly as your mind tried to work out just what it was. You were used to a few aches and pains, the joys of growing older, but this pain was located more in your lower belly, familiar and-

Oh fuck.

You had flipped the blankets up and rolled out of bed faster than your legs could handle, nearly falling to the floor in your struggle. You silently thanked whatever God might've been listening that Kyle was such a deep sleeper because in the faint light from the window you could see a large, dark spot on the bed. You didn't even need the flashlight from your phone to show you the color.

You had always been careful when it came to planning around your cycle. It was already a shitty time of month, so why make it harder on yourself? You made sure that you had nothing going on those weeks, instead making sure you could at least relax and remain comfortable. That meant no extra plans out with the girls, no extraneous activity so you could relax, and especially no staying over at Kyle's. Your little apartment was a lovely safe haven.

This wasn't supposed to happen. By your calendar, you technically still had about 5 days until the dreaded demon that was mother nature reared her ugly head, and yet, here she was. You supposed the extra stress from work and family drama could've sped things up, but by 5 days? And now you were left with the evidence of that not only sticking between your legs but also on a rather saturated spot on the bed. Let's rephrase. A spot on the new, pristine sheets Kyle had bought just the day before. 

Your partner had some quirks about him, all of which you found a way to love. He was particular about many things from how he did his hair to how he prepared his food. He liked things a certain way and through this you also found that he was a bit of a germaphobe. He had briefly mentioned something about a past adventure with his friends, apparently having to do with Tom Brady of all people, and from then on he had a small issue with the little organisms that encompassed everything.

Well, small might've been an understatement. He washed his hands often and when he couldn't he had a bottle of hand sanitizer on him at all times. While he was fine with you touching him, he was a little less so with others, lightly veering away from them before any contact was made. His need to keep everything just so also kept everything as clean as possible in his eyes and at times you had to allow a little inconvenience for his comfort. 

Which meant he wasn't going to be too pleased about this. Every little memory of his reactions to things similar to this flew through your mind, each snippet vivid and fresh. Just last week he had gone on a brief rant about the state of Cartman's filthy hoodie he always wore, so how would he react to this? At the thought of just how disgusted he might be, you felt yourself start to sniffle, the pressure you didn’t realize had built within your chest finally becoming too much.

“...Babe?” Voice filled with sleep, Kyle started to turn over and to your horror had started to bring his body into the shame you had left.

“Kyle, Kyle Stop!” You didn't want to shout but you desperately needed him to stay where he was. At the tone of your words he shot up, eyes wide and worried.

“What's wrong, what happened?” Turning down his own side of the blankets he got up, flipping on his lamp as he stood. It took only a moment for his eyes to drop down to the red covering his baby blue sheets.

It was like middle school all over again. Feeling horrible and standing up to leave only for some boy to point out the rather large red stain on the back of your pants. Except instead of that stain on your pants or even on a chair that could be easily cleaned, it was ruining your boyfriend’s bed.

“Uh…did you..?” Kyle didn't know how to start this conversation, his eyes flicking between you and the bed. He hadn't yet noticed the slight bloom of red along the side of his grey joggers, but you certainly did.

All you could bring yourself to do was place your head in your hands.

“I didn't know…um…I'm really so-orry-” you got out just before a sob caught in your throat. This was so fucking embarrassing. 

Large gentle hands began to guide you away from the scene, out of the bedroom and into the bathroom down the hall. You didn't dare look up as you heard the rushing sound of the faucet, warm water filling the tub speedily. Hesitantly, you stripped yourself of your nightclothes, the fabric of your pajama pants clinging uncomfortably to your legs. 

“I'm going to run some laundry, but I'll bring some clothes back for you…okay?”

You nodded, not trusting your voice to hold steady.

The bath itself was gloriously warm, your body soaking up every bit of comfort it provided. You only wish you could have enjoyed it, not spent the entire time cleaning your thighs and hoping to god Kyle didn't just boot you out for this. He'd done so to his friends for far less, granted they usually used those opportunities to tease him. 

You didn't spend too much time in there, not liking the way the water turned murky. After a quick rinse under the shower you tried to look for the darkest towel you could find in the small cupboard by the sinks, settling for a dark fluffy blue one. Twisting the doorknob and stepping outside you found yourself face to chest with the man of the hour.

“Oh! I, uh, got some extra clothes since I figured you wouldn't want to put the others back on,” he said with a small chuckle. In his hands were a pair of boyshorts you must've left over at some point and one of his own t-shirts.

“I can't really wear that out of the house, Kyle.”

“‘Out of the house’? Why would you need to wear it out, you're staying here.” His head tilted allowing a few of those pretty red curls to bounce forward. 

You struggled a moment, considering what to say as you tried not to let yourself get too worked up. You just needed to apologize, then go home. You could deal with whatever fallout would come from this later.

“I just think it would be better if I went back home is all. I don't really have anything here to help me with…this.” You kept averting your eyes down and away every time they veered back up at him. “I’m really sorr-”

“Stay. I have whatever you might need under the sink and I got stuff yesterday to make some breakfast. It shouldn’t go to waste, right?” Kyle’s voice was soft, not a hint of anything remotely close to disgust hidden within. “Let’s just get you settled.”

His hand was warm in yours as he tugged you along, now dressed, with your steps following his own close behind. Before you could reach the stairs, you turned back quickly with intent.

“I just need to get my phone f..first.” You faltered, eyes falling on the naked mattress within the bedroom. Kyle had indeed started a load of laundry, his sheets stripped off and taken away. However, on your side of the bed was a small rag thrown next to a prominent stain. With the faint smell of cleaner in the air it wasn't difficult to ascertain just what Kyle had been doing.

“C’mon,” he urged you, using his lean body to block your view and direct you once more towards the stairs.

Every step down you couldn’t stop the thoughts from pouring in, a broken spout of disgust and humiliation filling your head. You had not only bled on his bed and ruined his sleep, but then you actually fucking stained his mattress. 

“Are you alright?” He finally asked once he got you cuddled up on the couch, the cool faux leather somehow soothing as you sunk into it. Kyle crouched down, bringing his eyes level with yours.

“...M’ fine.” Had there been any other noise within the house those words would've been drowned out.

“... You're lying, but we can discuss that in a bit.” With a sigh he patted his knees, standing up before heading towards the kitchenette. “I'm going to make my girl some breakfast, just try to relax!”

My girl. The term flooded you with warmth, and even through the despair you had been wallowing in you could sense the slight trickle of relief. He wasn't mad, or upset, at least not openly. It didn't take long before Kyle strolled back in, two plates in hand sending up small billows of steam. Two eggs, hash browns, and even some warm bread and butter gave an aroma that left your stomach growling loudly. It was simple, but knowing Kyle it was sure to taste phenomenal.

A comfortable silence fell between you, the clinks of forks against plates the only sound. Normally the two of you would be seated at his small table, lightly chatting and planning your days with small knowing smiles. It made you wonder how it would feel to see that every day, to experience being with him every day. But that was a talk for another time.

Clearing his throat, Kyle angled his body towards you, setting his half eaten plate down. “I know you probably don't want to talk about it, and I understand that…” he trailed off, the cogs in his mind evident as he considered what to say next. 

“I'm so incredibly sorry, Ky,” you said, beating him to it. “It was a surprise to me and I feel so horrible for your sheets…and your bed.”

“Why in the world would you apologize for that, it's not like you can control it.” His voice was stern as he stared at you incredulously. “I mean, they're just sheets and it's not like I can't just turn the mattress over or whatever. I'm more upset that you seem so scared of me.”

“I'm not scared of you! I just…didn't want you to be grossed out or anything. It's not exactly the cleanest thing in the world and I know you don't like-”

“Y/N, I'm grown. This sort of thing doesn't make me squeamish.” With a bored tone he sat back, crossing his ankle on one knee. “Why do you think I have pads in the cabinet for you? How do I always seem to know when to send you flowers or snacks during the month? I pay attention.”

“You…uh…what?” I mean, you did notice he would be extra sweet to you throughout the month, but you supposed you didn't put together that it coincided with a particular visitor.

“You've met my mother. You think she didn't make sure a houseful of boys were aware of that sort of thing?” With a chuckle, he reached out a hand to rub your thigh. It was a comfort you found yourself leaning into. “Besides, the whole “clean” thing is mostly for my friends because I know how they are and what they do. You don't have to worry yourself with that.”

You hummed, shoving another fork full of egg between your lips. The mean little thoughts that had been running rampant since your abrupt waking had begun to slow, fading into the background as you took in Kyle's words. It made sense hearing it from his mouth. Of course he wouldn't be cruel to you over such a thing, of course he knew what he was getting into. Why you had doubted that you weren't even sure to begin with.

With plates finished and put away, Kyle put on some music, light melodies playing out from the small speaker above his TV. Tossing you the book you had abandoned the other day on the coffee table, he took up his own and settled in to read. Much like those other slow mornings he propped your legs up onto his own and rubbed lazy circles into the skin of your calves, his eyes scanning the pages in front of him. You kept your own book up but the words unread, instead letting your eyes roam over his features.

Red curls and bright eyes combined with the slight ginger stubble he sported made him look like a fantasy to you. He was sweet and forward and even with the rather horrible situation this morning you couldn't keep yourself from admiring how he had handled it. How he took care of you.

“I can feel you staring at me, you know,” he said, lips quirked up into a smirk. 

“I'm just really happy,” you answered. You truly were. “C’mere.”

Leaning forward you grabbed the baggy shirt he wore, pulling him towards you. Dropping his novel with a clatter on the floor, Kyle eagerly leaned further to capture your lips within his own.

Maybe you didn't have to avoid him during those times of the month anymore- at least not if you could get this treatment.

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Reading TGCF: Chapter 104

For those who don't know, I am reading TGCF for the first time and sharing my thoughts!

If you have not read it, there will be spoilers! Consider this a warning.

Also- if you want to follow along, I am aiming to post updates daily. You can find all the posts in the tag Bloopitynoot reads TGCF. You can also check out the intro post for context on my read BUT if you followed along with my SVSSS read, the rules and vibe are the same.

A little dirty chai latte this morning before the farmers market and another tattoo session!

I am unsure if I will be able to post tomorrow (If we are tattooing my hand I might be too swollen to write tomorrow) but I really want to get the last of book 6 in before then!

Let's get into this final chapter!

Jeeze, everyone jut leaving Xie Lian there because 1. might be the god of misfortune 2. couldn't be bothered 3. "he seems fine". p316

The rain just adding to the scene. poor guy! p317

Oh man. I was so hopeful the man with the bamboo hat was going to be a positive but bro was actually rude as hell. p319

okay wait! There is a second man! Not the rice guy! p320

LOL fuck ahahaha, just kidding, it is indeed the same guy. He kind of reminds me of a no nonsense type uncle who like owns a bodega and doesn't take any shit. Bless him for coming back and speaking some sense to Xie Lian (as gruff as it was). p320

You tell him Xie Lian!! (to white no face). p322

"If a thing like you represents heavens' will, then heavens' will should be destroyed!" Pour one out for my struggle with most organized religion p325

omg!? is it opposite day with Xie Lian? He tells them to stab him to prevent Human Face Disease - they do the opposite, he asks for help - they do the opposite. p330 (is charisma his dump stat? This guy cannot persuade for shit).

Wuming! p335

Oh gosh. I'm scared to know what Wuming did to stop the plague. p336

I almost made it through this chapter without crying; until white no face told Xie Lian that Wuming's soul dispersed and that he was his last believer. uuuugh, my heart. p339

god. How long was this fucking guy just listening to and watching this entire situation? He (Jun Wu) shows up NOW? p341

Okay this second banishment makes more sense than what I originally thought happened. p344

Why did they let Xie Lian cook lmao p347

The tiny red flower!!! :'3 p348

Okay, it was rough but we did it!

I am glad this arc is over, but I think this arc was so important. Xie Lian suffered (mostly unjustifiably) but at least he ended this arc in his own hands and got to choose his own path.

I honestly think if I was in a similar situation, I would probably opt to leave my community and backpack through Europe too.

I made it to the end of book 6!