#i got at pride today of all days like this one is on me ive fufilled the prophecy i never wear it out because the sun is a ferocious thing

[vraska-theunseen]

aughhhh. aughhhhhjhhhh

[ratatatastic]

there is something so special about self fulfilling prophecies

[gortash-did-nothing-wrong]

Skin

Minors Do Not Interact.

Warnings: aftermath of childbirth, pregnancy, childbirth complications (not fatal), and hints of Feyd's abusive childhood.

Feyd holds his newborn baby as his wife rests. The birth had gone as smoothly as a first could be expected to go, but she had reacted poorly to the medications they gave her afterwards. She was quite out of it, mumbling and far too drugged up to hold the baby. She couldn't even touch her nose without smacking her own eye.

Feyd had refused to let the nurses hold his son. The idea of simply handing his child off to a stranger, whether servant or slave, felt wrong to him. The nurse had smiled, despite the glare Feyd wore on his face. "You'll want to remove your shirt."

Feyd frowned deeper. "Why?"

"Newborn babies need skin to skin contact. It helps with temperature regulation, digestion, heart rate, all manner of things. I can step out if you'd prefer."

Feyd waves his hand, gesturing for her to leave. It had been nearly six months since he had killed Vladimir Harkonnen, and yet he still felt uncomfortable being exposed in front of anyone. Anyone except his wife and his harpies, that is.

Feyd had shed his shirt, and then carefully picked up his baby from the bassinet the nurse had set him in. He cradled his son the way his wife had shown him. She had forced him to practice swaddling and cradling and all manner of actions with a stuffed toy. She had insisted he learn, in her words, in case she died. Something that he had hated hearing.

But now, as Feyd sat in a chair beside his wife's bed and held his baby boy, the heir of his kingdom, the pride of his heart, and quite recently, the thing he loved most in the world, he was beyond grateful his wife had insisted he learned. His son was silent, and Feyd knew that it would be some time before he could expect to communicate meaningfully with his son. Despite that, he whisper out a few words of explanation to his first born.

"Sorry, little one. Your mother would be much softer to rest against, but she's not feeling well. Bringing you into this world took a lot out of her. It's not your fault, of course not, don't think that. These things happen. The doctors checked her over three times, she'll be alright in a few hours. She's always been sensitive to medicine, she just needs to rest and let the IV help her clean out her system. Between you and me, she's quite the lightweight. I swear she got drunk off of half a glass of wine before. Harkonnen wine, but still. Don't repeat this to your mother, alright? It's alright for us to tease her on occasion, but she's been through hell these last few hours. It's not the time to tease."

Feyd stayed like that with his son for hours, whispering to him about everything and nothing. He explained to his son what time of day it was, how time was measured, how the sun worked on Giedi Prime, and how the evening was his wife's favorite time of day. The hours flew by, and by the time the sun rose, Feyd was certain his son was the most intelligent baby in history.

His wife stirred when the sun peeked over the horizon, her eyes fluttering open to the sight of Feyd, still shirtless, cradling the child she had labored for hours to bring into the world. "Feyd…"

Feyd leaned forward, scooting his chair closer to the bed. "Do you hurt, my darling? Do you thirst? Hunger?"

"Yes to all." His wife grumbled. "But before any of that," she held out her arms, smiling, "I'd like to hold my son."

Feyd set their boy in her arms, kissed her on the forehead, pulled his shirt back on, and left to call for the nurse. So many things left to do. His wife needed her health checked. She'd need to drink a lot of fluids. His son would need some things done as well. Foot prints, documents signed, shots perhaps. Feyd wasn't sure how long a baby needed to wait before getting vaccinated, but if it was to be done today, then it was another task. It seemed an endless list to him at the moment. A boring yet tiring list when all he truly wanted was to go back into his wife's bedroom and hold her in his arms while she held their baby. Oh well. Responsibilities first, desires second.

[softxsuki]

heyy kinda urgent request ^^

i have starvation bulimia n its gotten to the point where ive started fainting at random times, its as if my bodys giving up on me

could i have smt comforting w oikawa, kageyama and/or kenma (im totally fine w js one or twoo💗)

lyl 🌺

Oikawa, Kageyama, and Kenma (Separate) With Reader Who's Bulimic

please don't read if mentions of bulimia, food, or starving yourself will trigger you

| Pairing: Oikawa x Gn!Reader, Kageyama x Gn!Reader, Kenma x Gn!Reader | Genre: Comfort | Post-Type: Headcanons | Word Count: 1.2k |

Warnings: bulimia, reader starving herself, fainting, feeling ill, food, vomitting

Note: Did all three for you <3 Hope this helps :)

Oikawa:

Oikawa is very into himself, but being the captain of his volleyball team, he’s very observant 

You’re one of the few people he actually cares about, so when you started acting differently, he picked up on it pretty quickly

One specific day you had shown up to one of his games, giving him a peck on the cheek for good luck like you usually did, but he could see how drained you looked

You had blamed it on a lack of sleep, but he knew that wasn’t the truth as you took your place on the bleachers, cheering him on with what little energy you could muster up

About half way into the game, your persistent rumbling in your stomach that you had been ignoring since purging your food last night seemed to catch up to you

One second you were watching the game, and the next you were on the ground, staring up at the ceiling

A few people around you had surrounded you to help you up, and seeing the commotion from the court, Oikawa tapped out of the game, having someone take his place as he races up to the bleachers to get to you

“I knew you weren’t okay,” he grits, helping you off the ground. “Let’s go”

He guides you away from the crowd of people, who quickly turn their attention to the match

Guilt eats away at you that you’d taken him away from his game

“Toru, I’m fine. You can go back to your game, I just got a little dizzy”

“You’re not fine. Stop brushing this off as something else. Can’t you trust me and let me know what’s going on? I know something’s wrong, but I can’t help you if you don’t let me in”

You’d never seen this man so eager to help in his life, so you swallow your pride and open up to him very briefly about what’s been going on with you

How you go from starving yourself to binge eating and making yourself throw your food back up; you express how badly you felt about yourself and why you do it

Oikawa listens to every word you have to say, holding you gently as if you’d collapse in his arms if he squeezed too tight

Slowly, everything seemed to piece together in his head thanks to your opening up to him–your drowsiness, fainting today, how thin you’d gotten compared to the first day he’d met you, it all made sense now

He hugs you gently, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, thanking you for finally telling him

You knew then and there that he’d never judge you about this, and from that day forward he did his best to support you and slowly help you get over this bump in your life

Reminding you everyday that you were perfect, and eating meals with you, reassuring you that it was okay

Slowly destroying yourself would not happen with him, he’d make sure you built a healthy relationship with food again, not matter how long it would take

Kageyama:

Kageyama is pretty similar to Oikawa in that he’s very observant, which he needs to be as a setter on his team

He’d realized something was wrong when you’d always excuse yourself to the bathroom after every meal you’d shared together

But one specific evening, he decided to follow after you without being seen

It was at a restaurant with a private bathroom, so as you went in, he waited outside where he eventually heard the retching noises of you throwing up your food

You hadn’t looked sick or nauseous when you got up to go to the restroom, so he assumed this was a regular thing for you

He waited outside until you came back out, seeing the way your eyes widened when you saw him, before composing yourself

“D-did you need to use it as well? Go ahead,” you say slowly, moving to walk back to the table, but Kageyama silently takes your hand and leads you out of the restaurant, already having taken care of the bill

It’s only when the two of you are wordlessly walking side by side, leading you back home when he speaks up

“How often do you do it?” He asks lowly, shoving his hands in his pockets

He knew. Of course he knew, there was no going around it now as you sigh softly to yourself, kicking imaginary rocks as you walk by his side

“It’s different each time…I guess it just depends on how I feel after I eat. Sometimes I just try and go without eating, but that makes me feel physically ill…” you explain slowly, scared to meet his eyes

Kageyama comes to a halt, taking your hand to make you stop as well, lifting your chin so you could meet his eyes

“There’s no need to feel bad about it. I may not understand why you’d choose to do this, but now that I know, I can try and help,” he says softly, giving your hand a squeeze. “Promise me you’ll come to be first before taking matters into your own hands next time”

You make that promise to him, almost relieved that he now knew, there was nothing to hide from him now

The following days, Kageyama spent his free time learning more about what you were going through, and asking you how he could be of help

Kenma:

It takes Kenma a little longer to know something is going on with you

He finally notices something is wrong when you keep denying to eat with him, and that makes him realize that he’s never actually seen you eat in front of him

You were over at his place while he played games when he heard your stomach rumble, causing him to pause his game and turn around to face you, setting his remote down

“Wanna eat something? I’m getting a little hungry,” he says slowly, gauging how you’ll react

When you shake your head no, he sighs and joins you on his bed, giving your cheek a gentle poke

“I heard your stomach growl dummy, why haven’t you been eating?” He asks innocently, no sign of judgment or malice in his expression, but that question makes you freeze

“Fine then I’ll have something small…”

“No, you weren’t going to eat, tell me why”

He’s very stubborn and insistent and won’t leave you alone until you tell him what’s going on

Once you realize staying quiet will get you nowhere, you tell him what you’ve been going through

He’s confused as to why you’d feel this way when you were and still are perfect in his eyes

Things are simple for Kenma, but this was something he didn’t really understand much about, so he’d ask you questions and hum in thought as you answer him

He’d pull you into his arms as you continue to talk, cuddling into you as he continues to grunt in response

“Sorry I didn’t notice…” he mumbles into your neck, nuzzling into you like a cat. “I don’t entirely understand why this is happening, but promise me you’ll let me try and help you. I don’t want you to get sick from starving yourself, or to faint and hit your head if that ever happens when you’re not with me…so let’s beat this boss villain together”

Of course, referencing everything to a video game means Kenma is really serious about this, and together you’d become victorious in this vicious game of life

Posted: 10/7/2024

[delwrites]

Hey 😚 i saw you were open to request so here i am haha but totally fine if you wanna skip it tho

Ive been really into friends to secret lover trope lately

Could you write a james x reader were childhood friend and around their sixth year in hogwarts they realized their feeling and they started to secretly dating and no one knows!

The story could focus on how they got caught? Maybe a slip up during an argument? Or that reader looks so beautiful james just couldn’t help it? Or just plain old getting caught making out in the broom closet? 😅

Hey angel, thanks so much for the request! <3

Having been friends with James since your meeting him in your guys’ first year, you pride yourself on knowing all of his little habits, able to read him like a book. So when you were curled up on the sofa, himself sprawled out across the armchair beside you huffing and puffing away, it was more than obvious to you that something was up.

“Okay, what’s wrong?” you ask, turning your body as best you can to fully face him, brows creasing as you do so. He only hums inquisitively at this, refusing to look at you as he appears to find his own hands much more interesting, fidgeting away.

“Seriously, Jamie, what’s up?” At your further questioning, he lets out one big sigh as he swings his legs over from where they had been previously stretched out over the handles of the armchair, now sat how the design permitted. 

“Sirius said something to me today, got me thinking…” Realising that that was all he was willing to give you right now, you spin back around with your own huff, hugging one of the common room cushions to your chest. You know James was never too good with words, so a lot of the time you’d appreciate his choosing to stay quiet instead of stumbling over thoughts he could never fully get across.

“Hey, love?” you hum in response, eyes trained on the fire dancing before you. James’ presence always comforted you, and that paired with the warmth emanating before you made your eyes droop more than you’d like to admit. 

“Would you like to go to Hogsmead with me this weekend?”

“Oh, sure” you reply, letting a dopey smile overtake your face. “We can invite Frank and Alice, I’ve been meaning to get her back for coffee-”

“No, darling, I meant just us two?” The implication made you suck in a breath, head whipping round to study any change in his features.

“You mean like.. Like a date?” 

He smiles at you, a heartwarming grin that makes your stomach flip. You’re not too sure where this sudden taking to you has come from, you’d always thought you’d stay in the friend zone forever, doomed to an unrequited love from the most oblivious man you’ve ever known. Of course, your friends had tried to convince you otherwise. Mary would nudge you gently every time she caught James staring at you, to which you’d always brush her off one way or another, making up excuses so as to not get your hopes up. 

Who would’ve guessed that all this time, he was thinking the same about you?

You had both agreed to not tell anyone about your date until you had figured stuff out between the two of you, wanting to be secure in what the other was feeling before going public with anything. It seemed the most sensible thing to do.

But when the day of the date came, you found yourself frustrated at not being able to tell anyone. No one to help pick an outfit out, no one to help you with your hair, no one to talk to. As much as you hated it, you made a promise to James.

 There was a close call where he dragged you by your wrist into a dingy alleyway after having spotted Dorcas as she left a quaint bookshop, holding you against a wall with a finger pressed to his lip in a hush motion, hand placed on your hip to keep you still and steady, lest you run out and make yourselves known. To say the whole ordeal made your heart skip a beat would’ve been an understatement, and the sneaking around was absolutely riveting. 

So you found that what was even more frustrating, was not being able to tell anyone how good the date went. He had greeted you with a bouquet of flowers, charm placed on them to never wilt as well. He had been a gentleman the whole afternoon (he normally is anyway, but even more so this time). He had held every door open for you, even pulling out your chair for you, and paid for the whole ordeal. You felt so safe with him walking next to you, a certain pride overcoming you knowing that he liked you, and you liked him, and gosh he liked you. It was overwhelming and you longed for someone to share it with. But James had your word, and the last thing you wanted to do was mess things up with him. So, you kept your mouth shut, painful as it was.

The next few weeks consisted of you sneaking around everywhere, and although it started off as exciting, you were really starting to get tired of keeping such a daunting secret from your closest friends. There was a lot of sneaking out after curfew to have midnight picnics on the astronomy tower, consisting of snacks James had nabbed from the Great Hall during dinner. A lot of sneaking off with the promise of the bathroom on your lips to professors, instead meeting up just to get these little snippets of alone time with each other, before any of your friends could catch on, let alone someone like Minnie. 

You thought finally going on dates with James Potter would be a good thing, but you came to find that you hated it. Not the dates, they were always amazing. They always made you forget how much you disliked sneaking around, almost making it all worth it. He was amazing, and kind, and funny and gosh you liked him so very much, but the lack of sleep was starting to catch up to you, making you much more irritable than normal. 

Every time you’d sit gathered in the common room with all your friends and who you wished to be your boyfriend, all you’d want is to openly hold his hand, openly admire how good he looked in that one quidditch jumper, and oh wow, to openly kiss him. 

To be fair, he hadn’t even secretly kissed you yet. 

So when you heard Sirius talking to James in the Great Hall about a Hufflepuff girl cheering extra loud for him during their last quidditch match, always staring at him with heart eyes and blushing every time he looked her way, it got on your last nerve. 

“James, can I talk to you please?” you practically grit through your teeth, trying to keep your calm as best as you can. 

“Hold on a sec, you’ve been stealing him away so much lately, what, you guys fucking or something?” Sirius proclaimed, wiggling his eyebrows at the both of you infuriatingly. To say the least, the comment had struck a soft spot, and you wanted now more than ever for James to lift this silly rule, to be confident enough in your relationship to just admit his feelings for you, right there, in front of everybody.

It was too much to hope, as all he did was turn around and join in on the jesting, not even considering how it might make you feel.

“Gosh no, you know we’re just friends, Pads cmon, don’t be like that.” The words cut through you, hurting more than he realised. You didn’t even know what to do, but you weren’t making the decisions, your body was making them for you. You spun on your feet, tears welling up in your eyes, embarrassment overflowing through your veins like blood. You started to walk away, leaving behind you a stunned Sirius and a very regretful James.

In that moment, all conflicting feelings left him, overtaken by wanting (read: needing) to comfort you, any means necessary. He couldn’t stand to see you upset, especially by his own hand. 

When you heard him calling after you, getting up to catch up to you, you could only speed up, trying to get away from him as fast as possible.

“Honey, please, I didn’t mean it, you know I didn’t mean it-” 

It’s no surprise that he catches up to you, jogging in front of you to somewhat block your path, pleading with you to hear him out. When your stubbornness dismissed him, there was only one more thing that he could think to do that would get his point across. After all, actions do speak louder than words. 

He grabs ahold of your face with both hands, opening his mouth to say something, anything, before cutting himself off by planting his lips firmly to yours. 

James Potter really was never very good with words. So it’s a good thing that you could always understand him, words or not.

thank you so much for reading, i hope you enjoyed! i'm always open to constructive criticism and helpful feedback :) a like, comment or reblog goes so far💕

[captainpondlilly]

Okay! The Gilear plush has arrived. This is my best attempt at all of his lines. Two have been unintelligible to me, and several are pretty long and fast which made it hard to follow.

My search history is.. hospitals near me, foot stuck in object, head stuck in object

You're low, he's low, It's Gilear's day baby!*

A guy on the street kicked me in the nuts as hard he could

I don't like "lunchlad"

Help me to understand what I have done to deserve this

My horoscope says "today is a good day to die motherfucker"

I ate a quick cup of yogurt on the way over here to bolster my spirits after I changed, I'm ever so sorry

What do you mean "When" life gives you lemons

I went to apply for the guidance counselor position but I was usurped by a drug dealing werewolf named Jawbone

In my haste to put the armor on I buckled the leg plate and think I clipped the tip of my penis against one of the leg plates and Everytime I move it feels like it might fall off so I ASSURE you demon I have no pride to speak of!

In highschool I was voted "Most Likely To Get Pushed Out Of A Tree"

My car was repossessed by the ride share app that I was working for

It's actually a good thing that no one came to my birthday party because the bounce house flooded and was swept out to sea

I just discovered that *all* of my emails have been going to everyone's spam

Unfortunately I have been banned from that hot air balloon service not because of anything that happened to me in particular but the guys who run it just sort of know my whole deal

Mmm this yogurt tastes like *potatoes*

I asked the woman at Home Depot why my plants kept dying and she said it seemed like they were reaching away from the sun

I've found out recently that one of my shoes is so filled with mildew because a pipe in my bedroom is leaking and I've developed a fungal infection in my foot which I didn't know was possible for elves to get

I don't think that I've ever "Peaked" in that we started neutral and have been going downhill ever since

I am currently trapped in a storm drain. The bottom half of me is above the ground, the other is below

Another Own Goal for Gilear Faeth, yes

Everyone knows you eat 7 spiders in your sleep every year, but I have a bunch coming into me the backway

My sandcastle I'm afraid was destroyed, as I was about to finish it, the tide came in and with it a man holding a bazooka who shot me and killed me

I know you're not going to believe this but Ive just been kicked by a snake

I found out the hard way that people can legally reject status as an emergency contact

The title of my autobiography is going to be Gilear Faeth: Please Stop

On my way here I was carrying a large bowl of Italian wedding soup which shattered on the ground in front of me and several of the small pasta balls rolled through the cracks and alerted vermin to my presence. I've since learned after a trip to the hospital I am deathly allergic to the sting of millipedes which is a way of me saying I need someone to come down to the hospital and pay for this. There is a doctor holding a gun to my head and now that I think about it this clinic is in the back of a storage unit and I think have gone to the wrong place

he said and I quote "he'd stomp my goon ass" if I ever got on his bus again

Gorthalax it was very nice to meet you, you've made a cuckold of me

We're the throw up boys!*

I've been informed that the brownies I consumed were laced with cannabis and rat poison

I am completely unprepared for the perils ahead and am deeply frightened, I'll go get the coffee

A gorilla monster punched me so hard in the back of the head I died

Today I have been hit by 3 scooters

Everytime you squeeze my hand it breaks several small bones

My imaginary friend as a child ghosted me because he said I was too depressing

Do you want me to go back? I warn you, it will break me

Can I interest you in an herbal soda? You must understand I am an intern at a ponzi scheme*

When I go to sleep at night I dream of a world where I might be able to walk through a field without stepping on a rake or gopher hole

If anyone needs me... I will be surprised.

If it wasn't for bad luck, Id have no luck is both true and what was written upon the billboard I crashed through

I wonder if any of these will feature in Junior year 👀

*Thanks to @cappa-cappa for telling me the lines I wasn't able to make out!!

[vivid-ink]

'The Love Shack'

Part V - The Fault Is Ours (Teaser Snippet)

Relationship: Neteyam(23) x fem!Omatikaya reader(21) x Lo'ak(22)

Series warnings: Adult content 18+ MDNI

Part V Summary:

You'd prepared for Neteyam's upset, prepared for his anger, but what you hadn't prepared for or even anticipated was his complete and total disregard for you...

Read Part I, II, III and IV in my Masterlist HERE

Author's Note:

Hello, my darlings. Here is an angsty teaser snippet for Part V, as promised. This will be the final part of this series and this chapter is all about the EMOTION. Don't get me wrong, there will be spice too, but this is all about Neteyam & Neyomi's (reader) journey coming to a final head. Thank you to all of you precious people who are still following this & supporting me with all your reactions. You mean the world to me. 😘

“Thanks for everything today. Thanks for listening.” You shot your best friend an appreciative smile, “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Tula’s answer was a smile and a wink, but her face twisted into an unimpressed grimace when she looked to the front of the platform again, “Better work fast, babe. Silwey looks like she’s got dessert on her mind tonight.”

Sure enough, you saw Silwey whispering into Neteyam’s ear when you cast another glance over your shoulder. It was now or never. You needed to get Neteyam alone tonight and you were going to swallow your pride and tell him everything; tell him you were in love with him...

Dusting your hands off, you rose to your feet, intent for the throng of people gathered at the front. With a deep breath, you focused on your objective.

Neteyam was speaking to four women, all smiles and laughter as they conversed. You managed to place yourself in a gap between two of them, just big enough for you to slip into without needing to push anyone. It placed you directly in his line of sight, but if you thought he was going to acknowledge you, even out of courtesy, given there were others surrounding him, watching him, you were wrong.

Mild irritation flared in your gut and you continued to look at him, trying to catch his eye. However, Neteyam’s gaze studiously avoided yours while he spoke in turn to the others, even quirking a small smile at Silwey when she leant her cheek against his shoulder. Your distress was sharp behind your sternum at the sight, but you were determined.

You cleared your throat audibly, causing a lull in the conversation as the women turned to look at you. You seized the opportunity, “Excuse me. Neteyam can I have a moment? I need to speak to you.”

Finally, for the first time that day, his amber orbs clashed with your own. There was no warmth in them though, no emotion. Just pure impassiveness that sent a dreadful shudder through you.

“If it’s about work, it can wait until tomorrow morning.” Neteyam’s response was clipped.

His icy demeanour was cutting. You’d expected him to be upset, but not like this, not cold and unfeeling. “It’s not work-related, but it’s important.”

“Sorry. I’ve got plans tonight. I’ll catch you another time.” More callous brusqueness.

This was an unexpected hurdle. You hadn’t expected his refusal to speak to you. You’d prepared for his upset and for his anger, but not for his complete disregard. A painful lump was forming in your throat and you swallowed it down tightly.

Keeping a tight rein on the brewing storm of your emotions beneath the surface, you maintained your careful mask of composure and tried again, “Neteyam, please. I only need a few moments.”

“No. I’ve got other plans.” It was a clear dismissal.

You weren’t going to beg, not in front of everyone. You would swallow your pride, but not to that extent.

Silwey was frowning at you, displeasure colouring her features, and the other women appeared uncomfortable at the awkward exchange. The telltale hot flush of humiliation was beginning to tingle and burn on the skin of your face and you regarded Neteyam’s hard gaze one final time before you turned and excused yourself from the group.

The world around you turned surreal, the noise of the gathered clan becoming a dull hum as you padded on numb feet back the way you came. You could feel your composure beginning to fracture, the storm within you threatening to spill, and with the first breath that hitched painfully in your chest, you broke into a sprint in the direction of your home shelter.

You needed somewhere safe and away from prying eyes for the dam to burst…

Your eyes stung and your vision blurred with the arrival of your tears. An onslaught of sobs came next and you tore the sun lily blooms from your hair as you ran, pawing at the wetness streaming from your eyes.

Evidently what had happened last night at the shack had been the last straw for Neteyam. You cried at the unfairness of it all.

You finally had a chance to love him, but it now seemed that Neteyam was unwilling to grant it to you…

Author's Note:

😭 I promise there's light at the end of the tunnel, but first we're all gonna cry and suffer the angst, ok?? 😭 Poor Neyomi.

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[the-guilty-writer]

A Little Tachy

Request from anon: Hiya, could you possibly do something with Morgan x platonic!bau!reader who has pots, or if your not comfortable just faints? X

Derek Morgan x platonic!BAU!reader

GN!reader

Summary: Reader’s tachycardia is flaring and Morgan helps them through the day

A/N: What a great way to kick off Disability Pride Month!

I don’t have POTS, but I’m educated on the condition. One of the things I believe is important to acknowledge is that not everyone with POTS faints, so while the reader comes close to fainting and it’s implied that they have fainted in the past, the reader does not faint during the fic. This fic contains the symptoms and form of POTS I am most familiar with and hear about most often, but it effects everyone who has it individually.

CW: reader almost faints, reader has tachycardia but specific condition is never stated, liquid IV (yes it deserves a warning)

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Beep! Beep! Beep!

Your smartwatch went off, disturbing the already awkward silence of the elevator. Quickly, you pressed the button to silence it and looked down at the screen that read a number much too high for your liking. The line on the screen climbed with the elevator. Your vision began to fog at the edges and tightness spread across your chest.

Just a few more floors… you thought to yourself, but even that thought was a little hazy. Your grip weakened ever so slightly on the accessible bar. Please, not first thing in the morning… The doors opened onto the sixth floor.

“-scuse me,” you managed to say to the person blocking your way to the door. They scooted to give you room to escape and you managed to dizzily shuffle out of the elevator and into the familiar hallway. With weak limbs and a foggy head, you sank against the closest wall, breathing rapidly.

Keeping your head lifted felt all too much like a chore, so you tilted it back against the wall and allowed your eyes to close. Instead of trying to control your breathing, you allowed yourself to heave with every exhale; it wasn’t worth the extra energy to try to control the muscles of your diaphragm. The alert on your watch went off again, but it wasn’t worth it to turn it off. The sound was annoying as hell, but you didn’t have the strength to turn it off. It should have been alarming to have someone take your wrist while you were in such a vulnerable position, but the touch was so familiar, you knew who it was without looking.

“Thanks,” you managed to get the entire word out without slurring - a good sign.

Derek Morgan sat down on the floor next to you, sighing. “You need me to take you home?” Your best friend’s voice was filled with sympathy.

Sometimes you hated that he worried about you so much, and other times you were grateful you had someone that cared enough to accompany you on the ground.

“No,” you said, your strength coming back to you. “I’ll be fine in a minute.”

Your heart came down to a normal (but still less-than-ideal) rate. The pain in your chest faded and the dizziness began to clear. Morgan got up first to help pull you to your feet.

“Thanks,” you said, checking your watch to make sure your heart didn't spike.

“You sure you're okay?” He looked at you with concern.

With your heart staying steady, you cracked a smirk. “A little tachy, but okay.”

The joke was bad, but you still managed to pull a smile out of Morgan. “Take it easy today,” he said.

“I will.”

You walked towards the bullpen, your heart rate rising just a bit as it always did when you were on the move. Derek stood in the hall and watched you carefully for any signs of stumbling. It wasn’t until you were safely through the glass doors, surrounded by people that could catch you if you fainted, that he felt it was okay to go down the hall to his office.

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You had a few dizzy moments and foggy incidents since your initial extreme tachycardic episode in the morning, but nothing too far out of the ordinary: some lightheadedness when you went to turn in some files and needing some deep breaths whenever you reached down into your bag. It wasn’t technically normal, but it was your normal, and you made it work.

Eleven o’clock rolled around, and just like everyone else in the office, you started to crave caffeine to keep you going. The old coffee maker struggled to keep up with the high demand of it's job. A small line had formed for the chance to grab a mug. You were beginning to wonder if you could convince the section chief to budget for an entire coffee bar.

You saw Morgan at the front of the line, taking his sweet time adjusting his coffee to the exact way he liked it. When he turned to leave, he stopped by you at the back of the line.

“Now, what do you think you’re doing?”

“Trying to make sure I don’t fall asleep,” you replied.

He raised his eyebrows, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a packet of liquid IV.

“Morgan…” you whined. “Please?”

He shook his head. “Nope.”

His stubborn attitude was nice, but also annoying. You rolled your eyes a bit, but accepted the packet. “Thanks,” you said with a heavy sigh.

“I’d rather have you passing out because you need a nap than caffeine induced tachycardia,” he said with enough humor to make you smile, but enough seriousness for you to believe him.

You went back to your desk, added the liquid IV to your water and took a sip. It didn't matter what the flavor was, the sharpness of the electrolyte mixture always made you wince at the first taste. “Better than straight up salt packets,” you commented.

Morgan chuckled. “Don't give me any prank ideas.”

“Wouldn't dream of it,” you said, then looked over at the rest of the BAU. “For me at least.”

The two of you shared a smirk before he left the bullpen and you went back to work. The great prank planning would have to wait till later.

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By the end of the day, you were beyond exhausted. Between your heart rate acting up, a lack of coffee, and actually taking a break for lunch, you didn't get as much work done as you planned. Even Hotch had managed to leave the office before you.

You finished a file and put it on the finished stack, then looked at your to-do stack and sighed. With a weak hand you went to grab one.

“Uh-uh.”

You startled, more alert than you had been for hours, but relaxed when you heard Morgan's familiar laugh.

“Are you trying to send me into a medical episode?” You asked him as he leaned on the edge of your desk.

“Come on,” he didn't answer the question. “I'll drive you home.”

You shook your head. “I've gotta finish-”

“You've gotta sleep.”

With exhausted eyes, you looked back at your friend. His gaze was gentle and caring as always.

After a quiet, “Okay,” he helped you pack up your bag and stand up from your seat. From the time you exited the bullpen, until he helped you into the car, he steadied you through every dizzy episode, kept a light hand on your arm to help you walk straight, and gave you gentle reminders to breathe.

It didn't matter if you were having a good day or a bad day, your best friend would always be there to make sure you got through it.

[literary-motif]

Act IV — The Secret Eye

Scene ii — The Loss

previous scene // overview // read on ao3 // next scene

Warnings: (mild) canon-typical violence, smoking

“I insist you visit a hospital,” Julian said, bringing you a newly warmed heating pad to place on your back. “There is only so much I can do, and this won’t—”

“This will absolutely suffice, thank you,” you said, taking a large gulp of the tea he had made you — chamomile, by your request — and took the warm object out of his hands. You sighed contently as you placed it over your shoulder, the warmth seeping into your skin. It soothed the ache, relaxing the muscles that you had felt pull taut since crashing against the screen. “And I should insist you go home to your fiancé. I’ve got everything I need, Julian. Have a good night.”

The man looked unconvinced, wringing his hands in worry as he pressed his lips into a thin line. “I am hesitant to leave you like this,” he said.

You brought the mug to your lips once again, savoring the warmth of the soothing tea. It reminded you of Asirel, andvampires and death — but its sweet taste lingered despite the unpleasant memories. You would need to mend the rift, and you would start doing so tomorrow. 

Today, enough had happened. You could feel the light tremble of your fingers, and you longed for a moment of peace where you did not need to hold it together anymore. You had been hanging on by a thread since Mr. Rhoades' first phone call, nearly twenty-four hours ago. 

The roaring fire before you made you ease further into the cushions, thankful again for Julian’s observant nature. He knew that sitting by the fire — in the warmth of the twisting flames you could lose yourself in for hours, with a hot cup between your hands — was just what you needed after a difficult day. 

His expression of sly pride for knowing you so well had dropped, of course, when he had noticed you were hurt. 

“I promise you,” you said, glancing away from the crackling flames to look him in the eye — again with a promise, again with a word that would slip into a lie. Look me in the eye when you lie to me — “I am perfectly alright. Don’t worry about me, and get some rest.”

He searched your gaze. “Are you certain?”

Are you sure you’re certain?

Your heart ached. 

I’m certain, Dove. 

But Dove was dead now. All dead, all dead. 

You clenched your jaw, pouring all your remaining self-restraint into the effort not to snap at your secretary. He meant well. He was worried. It was not his fault you were on the edge of succumbing to the pressure, and chaos, and bloodbath of the day. 

“Yes, Julian,” you said, impatience creeping into your voice despite your best efforts. 

You could not wait to be alone. 

Your head was spinning, the day's events running amok in your mind. It was tearing you apart. Vampires. Werewolves! You could not believe the phone call that brought your world crashing down came a mere twenty-four hours ago. The Trimedian. Tara. Robert Ackroyd. That vampire. Dove. 

And Asirel, of course. The murder of his father that you had kept from him. 

You gazed into the fire, wishing more than anything to simply disappear. You gave Julian a small nod in farewell as he shut the door to the parlor with one final lingering glance at you. It felt like a million little strings were pulling you apart from the inside. 

Sighing, you allowed your eyes to fall shut, the warmth of the mug in your hands and the cracking of the fire keeping you from sinking too far into your mind. 

The Collective would endure this, you knew. Bashir was devastated, yes, but she would begin to pick up the pieces once her tears dried, the ache in her heart subsided — before the wound on her arm scarred over. You would have to collect the replacements of both Dove and Ackroyd, a task you did not particularly look forward to. 

And what would you tell the general assembly? The truth was out of the question with Kennedy still part of it. 

You would have to investigate the Trimedian soon, as well. It was a pressing issue now that it was brought to your attention. You would have to speak with Bashir. 

Despite the mess, you knew everything would fall back into place sooner or later. The Collective was structured. Things would be taken care of. The inner circle would gain two new members — perhaps from the general assembly, considering Dove had no children. She would have nominated someone in her will, you were sure. Then you would go about searching for a replacement for Ackroyd yourselves. You could not risk another spy sinking its teeth into the organization. 

Tara was more difficult to deal with. You had no chance to toil away and work out some clever scheme to get her back again, no. She was gone. Stage exit right. End of play. Exeunt — both her and your piece of mind. Tara was dead, and she was not coming back.

Stockton was in shambles, the shards digging deeper than the now stabilized numbers of Quetza’s crashed market value. 

You would work that out, too, with time. At least you hoped so. There was no safety net, as was the case with things in the Collective. There was no structure for the world, let alone for the city. Everything could come crashing down further, the precarious stillness now a mere illusion, a short moment of respite for the dust to settle before things got worse again.

But no, Warden would take over, and James would help him. They would turn things around. They would bring stability to the city again, or you would make them. 

Dove’s skeptical look weighed heavily on your mind, and you groaned, raising a hand to your forehead. 

CRISIS IN TECH-COMPANY CAUSES HOTEL CHAIN TO TOPPLE

You had not dared to look, afraid of what you would find. 

The mess with Incessant Inc. was over at last — or so you had hoped. You did not dare feel entirely reassured when Robert Kennedy swallowed Michelle’s hotel chain with his own. Samuel was a thorn in your side you itched to remove from power — currently to no avail — and you could not help but be weary of Robert’s son William and the person he would turn into. He had the choice of two poisoned legacies — his father’s or his uncle’s. 

Perhaps he would follow in his father’s footsteps, owning a myriad of bars and restaurants and a hotel chain, scattered across the States and Europe. Perhaps he would follow in his uncle’s, join the Trimedian, and release his pent-up rage on the prisoned mythics in an unequal fight. He would not join the Collective, that you would make sure. 

Perhaps he would find a path for himself, only time would tell. His life was not predestined. 

Time would tell. 

You sat up, wincing as you reached for the beige folder on the other end of the couch, resting against the cushions, unopened, mocking you with its presence. You wanted to throw it into the fire, destroy the evidence of what could turn out to make Stockton your fault. Warden’s pain your fault. Elias’ trauma your fault. Tara’s death your fault.

Hotel chain to topple.

If the article somehow knew of the bomb in Fresno — drawing a false connection between Incessant Inc. and Quetza, but foreseeing its market crash somehow — you did not know what you would do. Because you would have known, you could have warned her — if you had only read through it like you had promised Julian you would. 

There were not enough white roses on the earth to place on Tara’s grave to beg her ghost for forgiveness. There was nothing you could do to make it up to her remaining family. 

And Warden was sure to kill you. Perhaps you would let him. 

Opening the folder with a heavy heart, you began to read. Your fate was spread out on these pages, in the careful words some eager journalist had written full of glee.

—crumbling of the Tech-giant Incessant Inc. on Tuesday shook the stock exchange to its foundations, serving as a reminder of how quickly fortunes can change. The charge of embezzlement against CEO Sasha Zilk brought forth by the investigative journalist Patricia Kelley rattled many investors enough to jump ship, pushing the company to a freefall into next-to-nothingness. 

In our markets, evident when ships get stuck in the Suez Canal or we run short of microchips that hold up our entire production line, it is not easy to find the invisible threads connecting them. Often we are left wondering about a market’s sudden turn, a twist up- or downwards seemingly without reason. 

One such thread has just become apparent, and it has been shimmering in the light unnoticed for the better part of a decade now. It should not come as a surprise that the Zilk siblings — Sasha and Michelle — brought about the downfall of their respective companies (as CCO in Michelle Zilk’s case) together, which both warns and—

You shut the folder, tossing it aside. Hotel chain. It was not Quetza. You could not have known about Fresno. 

You could not have known. The loss was not your fault. 

“Small mercies,” you mumbled into the empty air, listening to the wood crack. You brought the mug to your lips, finishing your tea. At least that was a guilt you did not need to live with.  

A series of muffled knocks came from the front door. You frowned, wondering why security was bothering you at such a late hour. 

You got up regardless, gripping the edge of the couch in support as your back lit up in pain and the world spun. Another series of knocks followed, this time more insistent. You shuffled out of the parlor tiredly, opening the front door a crack. You shivered immediately in the cold night air.

“Ye—?” the word died in your throat. Your eyes settled on Warden, standing a few paces away from you, security flanking him with a tight grip on their guns. 

He looked tense but stood with an air of calmness that reminded you of the quiet before a storm, unrooting trees and bringing down lightning. He was calm in his anger. His hands were clasped together in front of him, waiting. You saw his wedding ring was stained red. 

“Sorry to bother but he said you had an appointment,” the security guard said — Sarah, you thought her name was — motioning towards Warden. “I’ve not been informed about it, but I thought it best to check.”

“An appointment in fucking Samarra,” Warden hissed, wrath burning in his eyes as he looked at you. The longer he stood in your presence, the more you got the idea that he wanted to pounce on you. 

His hands were balled into fists, the torn skin confirming what your mind had conjured up. Fingers digging into gravel, shuffling rocks to the side as his wife’s name tumbled helplessly from his lips. ‘She’s still under here,’ he had screamed, voice cracking with the force of his emotions. ‘She’s still buried. Someone, help! Help me! She’s still under here! She’s still—!’ 

Sarah shot him a dark glance, fingers flexing on her gun. “I’d be more than happy to take care of this,” she said. 

You cleared your throat, feeling how parched it was. “No need,” you said, opening the door wider. You motioned for Warden to come inside. “I’m bound to return your hospitality.”

He stepped forward carefully as if waiting for the security to tackle him to the ground. When nothing happened, he kept walking, shooting Sarah a glare which she returned wholeheartedly. 

You hardly had the time to close the door behind him, keeping the chill from seeping inside, before his hands were on you. He gripped your collar, ramming you against the wall. 

It knocked the air out of you, blinding your vision momentarily in white, hot agony as the pain in your back became all-encompassing. Your ears rang, but the scream trying to tear its way out of your throat came out as a choked, broken whimper. You did not have the air to scream. 

You knew Warden was talking. The deep cadence of his voice filtered through the silence like water rushing downstream, but you could not make out what he was saying. You were too focused on the pain, too concentrated on gulping down breaths with his hands crushing you against the wall and fighting your way back to full consciousness. 

“Are you listening?” he snapped, janking you towards him only to slam you against the wall again. 

This time you did cry out, gasping painfully as your hands shot up to grab his wrists, holding onto them tightly to ground yourself against the waves of pain dragging you under. “I didn’t know,” you choked. 

“Like hell you fucking didn’t!” His grip tightened. You were sure it took all his self-restraint not to smother you right then.

“I promise you,” you said quickly. Your vision cleared, the bright sparks dancing before your eyes slowly disappearing as you looked at Warden’s bloodthirsty expression. 

He had come here to kill you. It was plain in his fury. He had come to seek revenge. Why flee from Bagdad when the appointment with Death had been in Samarra all along? But it was not your fault. Tara’s death was not your fault!

“I had nothing to do with it. I would not have let her go if I had known,” you said. “It might not have been evident to you, but Tara was my—”

“Don’t you dare say her name!” he hissed, pressing you further against the wall. You bit back a low groan, your hands beginning to shake from the strain on your back. You gasped for breath. “Bullshit!” But you could see a sliver of hesitation in his eyes, the barest hint of doubt. 

Perhaps he remembered what his late wife had told him about you — ‘they’re dangerous, I know. I don’t like being a pawn in their game either, but they’re really not that bad, dear. They’re reliable, and I trust them, to an extent’ — and that was all you needed, latching onto his hesitation like a lifeline pulling you out of quicksand.

“I didn’t know,” you repeated, this time firmer. You squeezed his wrists to get him to ease up on the vice grip crushing you. “It is hard to imagine, I am sure, especially in the current situation, but there are more pressing things on my mind than Stockton, Warden.”

His expression contorted in pain. He squeezed his eyes shut against an onslaught of tears. His breath hitched and you could see his lower lip wobble. He looked struck by lightning, but instead of electricity scorching him in an instant, it was sorrow shooting through him, making his heart feel like it had stopped breathing the moment hers had. He drew away from you as if burnt.

You sagged against the wall unsteadily, reaching next to you to stay upright with a tight grip on the cabinet. The foyer spun. You blinked against the dizziness, exhaling deeply. Your chest deflated, and you felt a wave of exhaustion crash over you. 

Today had been too long.

Warden wiped his eyes. “How did you know?” he asked, voice choked. He gasped quietly. You noticed he was shaking like the last leaf on a tree in late October. He thrust a hand into the pocket of his suit jacket — blood-stained and dusty — and pulled out a crumpled packet of Marlboro red. Jame’s cigarettes. He lit one with trembling hands. “That I’m the Warden now. How did you know?”

Your gaze softened. “Who else would it be?” you asked, sagging further against the cabinet. You felt like a puppet with its strings cut, ready for the curtain call. “James? Little Elias? I don’t think he’s ready for the role yet. Besides, I could think of no one better to carry on in  her name.”

The truth was, you did not know, you had guessed. You were just lucky enough to guess correctly — your expectation (and the thing you had promised Dove to will into existence) had simply realized themselves. The man before you had exactly the position you needed him to have. Small mercies. Stockton was already steering onto the right path.

The Collective would soon follow. And so would the mythics. And the Trimedian. 

Warden took a long drag of his cigarette, leaning against the banister of the stairs leading up. He exhaled slowly. His shaking had calmed, and he looked at you through half-lidded eyes. He was appraising you in the low firelight streaming in from the parlor. 

“You should have done more,” he said, the agony at the loss he had suffered freezing over, turning into cold shards of ice digging into his heart. His eyes flooded with resentment. “I should kill you for this. For her.”

“And what good would that do?” you asked. Two attempted murders in one day. You needed a break.

You needed a gun.

“It’s justice. An eye for an eye,” he reasoned. “Revenge, but not in excess. I take what you have taken from me. A life for a life. It is only fair.”

You huffed, wincing in pain a moment later. “I have not taken anything from you, Warden. I did not know, and I was not the reason she founded the Wraiths. On the contrary, I kept telling her the gangs were dangerous. I kept urging her to strike a truce. She knew the dangers. Her death is no more my fault than it is yours.”

He flinched, playing with his wedding band absentmindedly. You knew he felt guilty beyond reason. It was only natural. If he could trade his life for hers, you were sure he would do it in a heartbeat. 

“But please, if it would make you feel better�� — you raised your free arm, motioning to your chest — “do me the honor of making it quick at least. I’m sure you brought your gun.” You had given him free rein, presenting yourself like the sacrifice he wanted. 

A life for a life.

But it was not your debt to pay, and you could tell that he knew that. 

Warden considered your words, taking the last drag of his cigarette. He let it fall to the ground, grinding it with his heel until it was smothered. His right hand inched towards his belt. 

For a moment you thought you had miscalculated. A cold shiver ran down your spine, the pain in your back forgotten as you saw yourself staring down the barrel of his gun. Uncaring, apathetic eyes fixed on yours as he pulled the trigger, reaping his revenge. 

You thought you had misjudged his grief. His impulsivity. His wrath. 

But it stopped. He was doubtlessly thinking about Elias, refusing to let his son suffer the loss of both his parents a mere hours apart. He was not deluded enough to pretend to get out of your mansion after killing you without being shot himself. Sarah would make sure of that at least.

He pulled out the packet of cigarettes instead, offering you one wordlessly. 

You shook your head, declining. But you saw the gesture for the olive branch it was. 

“Given that you don’t want to kill me, as far as I can tell,” you said, releasing the cabinet to straighten to your full height. Your back protested. “How about we become allies instead?”

Warden sighed, lighting another Marlboro. He looked weary. “Do I have a choice?”

[darkstar225]

Twice's 10th member is dating IVE's Wonyoung

A/N: Heyyy, I'm coming up with a lot of stuff for you guys so I can make up for the time I'm gone lol! Sry for taking so long to post :D I hope that my friend LyraHarris6 who gave me this idea on Wattpad likes it! :)

The request: Hi I was wondering if you could do where y/n is dating ive wonyoung. Can you do where y/n brings wonyoung to meet the members and they all gave her a warning(especially j-line). Thank you

PS: Tysm for everyone who reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3

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The maknae's heart raced with excitement as she prepared for a meaningful day. She had been dating Jang Wonyoung, a talented and charming idol from IVE, for a few months now. The relationship had been a secret, known only to a select few in the industry. But today, Y/N had decided it was time to introduce Wonyoung to her TWICE sisters, her trusted confidants and friends.

The day had finally arrived, and Y/N nervously checked herself in the mirror one last time. She wanted everything to be perfect. She had planned a casual gathering at the TWICE dorm, hoping to create a relaxed and comfortable atmosphere for the introduction. She wore a stylish yet casual outfit, and her heart-shaped necklace, a gift from Wonyoung, dangled around her neck.

With a deep breath, the girl left her apartment and made her way to the TWICE dorm, where her fellow members awaited her. She had texted them earlier to let them know about the visit, but she could still feel the tension in the air as she approached the door.

As the youngest finally entered the dorm, she was greeted with a chorus of excited voices. Nayeon, Jeongyeon, and the others rushed forward to give her welcoming hugs, unaware of the surprise she had in store for them.

Nayeon - Baby, it's been forever!

The eldest exclaimed as she squeezed her babygirl tightly.

Jeongyeon spoke next.

Jeongyeon - Yeah, we've missed you! What brings you here today, kiddo?

Y/N smiled, feeling the warmth of their friendship. 

Y/N - I've got a surprise for you all. Someone special is here with me.

The members exchanged curious glances, and Y/N could sense their curiosity growing. She motioned for Wonyoung, who had been waiting in the hallway, to come inside. As the tall, elegant idol stepped into the room, Y/N couldn't help but feel a swell of pride and affection.

Y/N - Unnies, this is Wonyoung! *wide grin*

Wonyoung greeted them with a polite bow and a warm smile. 

Wonyoung - Hello, it's nice to meet you all. Our girl has told me so much about you.

The TWICE members stared at Wonyoung, their expressions a mix of surprise and curiosity. Their maknae had never brought someone she was dating to meet them before, and it was clear that they were not entirely prepared for this.

Jihyo was the first to break the silence. 

Jihyo - Well, this is a surprise! Honey, why didn't you tell us you were dating someone?

Y/N chuckled nervously, realizing that she had some explaining to do. 

Y/N - It's been a secret for a while, mama. We wanted to keep it private for as long as we could. But now, I thought it was time to introduce her to all of you.

Sana, Momo, and Mina, the J-line, exchanged meaningful glances. They had a reputation for being the most protective of their fellow members when it came to relationships. Momo stepped forward, her eyes locked onto Wonyoung as she spoke politely but with a hint of seriousness in her tone.

Momo - Nice to meet you, Wonyoung. But you should know that we take our job as Y/N's protectors very seriously.

Sana and Mina nodded in agreement, their expressions equally stern. TWICE's sunshine knew that this was their way of giving Wonyoung a friendly warning. They wanted to make sure that her partner was worthy of her love and trust.

Wonyoung, however, remained composed and unphased. She had heard about the legendary protective nature of the J-line and was prepared for this encounter. 

Wonyoung - Thank you for your concern, Momo, Sana and Mina sunbaes. I promise to treat Y/N with the utmost care and respect. *bowing*

Tzuyu, Dahyun, and Chaeyoung, the youngest members of TWICE along with Y/N, had been watching the interaction with wide eyes. They weren't quite sure how to react to this unexpected situation. Dahyun, always the playful one, decided to break the tension with a cheerful smile.

Dahyun - Well, since we're all here now, let's make this a fun gathering! We've got snacks, games, and lots of catching up to do.

The rest of the members, except for the ever-watchful J-line, seemed to agree, and the atmosphere lightened as they moved to the living room. Y/N could sense that the tension had eased somewhat, and she was grateful for her members' willingness to give Wonyoung a chance.

As the afternoon turned into evening, they all engaged in various activities, from playing board games to sharing stories about their recent experiences. Wonyoung fit in seamlessly, showcasing her charm and charisma as she interacted with each member.

Over time, the J-line, too, began to relax their guard. They observed how Wonyoung genuinely cared for their baby and how the two of them interacted, and it became clear that their intentions were sincere. Momo, Sana, and Mina exchanged knowing glances, silently acknowledging that Y/N had made a good choice in Wonyoung.

As the night wore on, the members began to grow tired, and Y/N decided it was time for Wonyoung to head back to her place. She walked Wonyoung to the door, where the tall idol put on her shoes and turned to Y/N with a soft smile and eyes filled with affection.

Wonyoung - I had a great time today, babe. 

Y/N nodded, feeling her heart swell with happiness. 

Y/N - I'm so glad you got to meet my TWICE family. They mean the world to me.

Wonyoung leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to Y/N's lips. 

Wonyoung - And you mean the world to me.

Y/N walked Wonyoung to the elevator, where they shared a lingering hug before parting ways for the night. When Y/N returned to the living room, she found the members watching her with soft smiles.

Momo was the first to speak. 

Momo - Darling, we can see that you really care about Wonyoung, and she seems like a wonderful person.

Sana and Mina nodded in agreement.

Sana - We were just worried because you're so important to us, honey.

Touched by their concern, Y/N felt a rush of gratitude for her TWICE family. 

Y/N - Thank you, unnies. I appreciate that you care about me so much. But I can honestly say that Wonyoung is special, and I'm happy to have her in my life.

Tzuyu, Dahyun, and Chaeyoung chimed in with their support, and soon, the entire group was enveloped in a warm group hug. Y/N couldn't have asked for a better response from her members. They had accepted Wonyoung into their family with open hearts.

As Y/N settled into bed that night, she couldn't help but smile. It had been a day filled with love, acceptance, and newfound understanding. She knew that her relationship with Wonyoung would continue to grow, and she was grateful to have the unwavering support of her TWICE family every step of the way. And this made her have only one thought:

I love my dear unnies.

A/N: I'm sorry for any errors, English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there's something wrong, ty for reading <3

[misterradiation]

…..╰──╮HAPPY THANKSGIVING!! *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

EEEE HI EVERYBODY! I hope you’ll have a good day today, eat a lotta food, just hang out with friends and family! I’ll be with my family for a little bit, so I might not be able to post for a couple hours (I know, sad) BUT, I’ll leave you with little things!

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…..╰──╮IDEAS!! *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

ALRIGHT! So, since you can tell I’m getting back into Arcane (I’ve always been into it, but I figured how’s the best time since the series has come to an end) I’ve got MANY IDEAS IVE CONFIRMED I WANT TO DO! So, without further ado, the list is:

ICONS! That’s right, if you ask me to make icons of characters, mostly of the Arcane, I’ll be happy to oblige! I can do about six to eight per character, so either four squares and circles or three squares and circles, but I’m just one person so bear with me ;-; (I also can do icons that use pride flags!)

ONE-SHOT/FANFIC (?) POSTS! I love seeing all the silly posts of Arcane characters and I figured if you can’t beat em…join em (,,◕　⋏　◕,,), SO! I’ll be mostly doing uh,,,uh Jayce, BUT I CAN TRY TO DO PEOPLE LIKE UH JINX OR VI & CAIT OR SMTH!

DRAWINGS! Obviously I’m a shitty artist, so why not make some shitty art? We can do things like adding onto a drawing from one thing, Garticphone, art trades, requests, whatever!

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…..╰──╮OTHER!! *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

I just wanna say…HAPPY ONE DAY LATE ANNIVERSARY @donnies-brain, I LOVE YOU SO SO MUCHAND YOU’RE WONDERFUL EEEEE! <3333

It’s been five months since me and him got together, and I’m so happy and in love and he handles my dumbass even though he doesn’t have to…you can clearly see why I love him so much AGHHHH HE STOLE MY HEART GRAAAAAAAA—

That’s about it…BYE BYE!!!!!

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…..╰──╮(Have a good thanksgiving!) *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

[halimpark7]

I have a cute dog. Sometimes it's my dog when my roommate is too sick to take care of him. Other times it's her dog... When she says I'm being abusive and she wants to take something away from me.

Ive always felt trapped in relationships

with my brother, who saw me as a mother, a person to embarrass when he could get away with it. Pull my dress up in front of the cute boy at church. Squeeze and snap my first phalanges of my first finger over and over because he's stimming and doesn't trust our parents.

My mother whose high functioning cognitively impaired and narcissistic. My biggest swimfan. How much can I destroy your life bc I hate paying for things and I'm a retard so I need a loser best friend.

My handsome father who was trapped by my cognitively impaired mother, her family trapped him in an arranged marriage and he was physically abusive and handsy. Crazy, miserable, depressed, super selfish.

Life in the Midwest. Where everyone thinks one way and you're shunned in every other thought.

And now I still feel trapped. I ate too much. I'm too angry. I hate driving.. still in a life I hate.

I live in a town I hate but my car isn't ready to leave and I'm too open minded to live anywhere else.

biggest issue, I disagree with rapists and child predators and unfortunately the world is run by them. Oppresser versus the oppressed.

I should probably get a job, but Im so volatile that I'm scared I might scream at someone.. why go through the embarrassment?

I've always thought, if you go through life and death to many times, why do you have to work? Shouldn't you just rest? Heal? Have good sex? Whatever happened to being the best wife ever? Doesn't fulfilling every sexual fantasy of the person you're obsessed with sound like a good job?

Trauma.

Why is it that it's always men who say "get over it" while they rarely deal with heavy petting starting from birth.

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In Korea, men get fondled from birth, their "family jewels" are the pride of their parents, grandparents, family. My father was the first born. He got it the worst and he's fucking psycho. He was always pinching my breasts, fondling my butt. Beating me up out of frustration.

Guys bully one another, sure, but are they always sexually harassed as well? I want to tear the skin off my eyeballs thinking of child rape victims. 9 year olds having sex with men their dads age. While $$$men bond over cigars and biting children. It's disgusting. Those girls grow up psycho, screaming about everything.

Id know. As the screamer and being screamed at.

So today, I feel guilty for shoving the shit out of my dog for biting my roommate. And the thing still loves me. I hate feeding him dinner. I know how wrong this is. Still, it's how I feel.

And so, every day I work through why people bond? What is love? How is it they care, when I don't zero. Why do people care if I'm homeless ? I try to help people. But I'm not the same as them. I don't think many people actively fantasize killing their parents. Try to kill their brother when they're 6. They love their family. Want to buy them things....

Ew. Why? Did your parents try to kill you all the time? No? Oh.

[17gz]

do you mind me asking what just happened w you guys’ roommate? of course lmk if youd rather not talk about it, i just didnt wanna ask about the situation through replies and thought itd be better to ask here in case youd wanna answer privately 🙁 regardless i hope you two are okay

tldr:

a friend i've known for 6 years + the two of us moved into this apartment last summer

i'd lived w this friend a few years before this and i thought they'd grown and worked on shit (boy was i wrong)

things were okay in the first half of our lease, minor problems but it seemed like we had a good foundation laid out for living together and we had plans to renew when this current lease ended

abt 4 months ago, my roommate met this person off a dating app and they basically immediately got together and their partner showed up one day and never left

even after trying to put boundaries down abt this, they didnt listen to any of it

i also don't trust their partner bc everyone thats met them has caught some of their lies. their entire story doesnt check out

the partner (on the day our friend found recent texts on their phone to their ex) got evicted from their old place bc they couldnt pay rent and they kinda cornered us and "asked" if their partner could live with us (not paying any rent btw) and we had rly no choice but to say yes

on top of that, their partner has been fatphobic and shitty and disrespectful to us on a near daily basis. nobody in my friends life likes this partner, not their parents or any of their friends, and especially us. i tried talking to my friend about this and they acted like they took it seriously but clearly didn't...

shit kept building after they were making us feel uncomfortable and intrusive in our own apartment for 4 months, and initially i said we could renew the lease since $875 rent per person sounded tempting + i found this unit + i like this unit + i hate moving, but it just really wasnt a good idea

the final straw was my friends partner being extremely rude and disrespectful to my high school friend during pride (my hs friend is a trans woman) and when we talked to them about it, they denied everything and deflected so fucking hard, we were completely fed up with it and realized that 4 months of this has been hell and i can't do another 12 months of this

last tuesday, we told them that we would not be renewing our lease, which ends july 30. we apologized about the late notice, and explained our side and tried to be as sympathetic and helpful as possible abt them renewing the lease with other roommates, but they were upset and i get being upset, so i was giving them some space etc

we made our conversation as mature and non aggressive as possible, ive been trying to stay as collected and polite as physically possible, especially since we are the only two men in this unit

they started being extremely passive aggressive and rude and awful to us throughout the past week, and even when i was helping them figure shit out with our landlord etc, they were still so rude to us... i mean slamming doors and stomping their feet and rolling their eyes when we walk past and deadbolting the door when we leave the apartment etc

after so much hostility etc in this unit, we stayed with mutual friends for the weekend and we told them abt everything and they were all extremely supportive and said we were not at all in the wrong for this, and that we have been extremely patient with them for so long. even a friend i didnt expect to side with us was 100% on our side and wants to talk to them one on one

we're in the process of applying for a new unit and fingers crossed we can move out asap. we started properly packing today, and during that, our friend asked to talk to us

they asked what we left out of our convo and what personal issues we had, i said i'm not comfortable talking about that until we're in our separate apartments and things have cooled down more. they were really mad that i was firm on that, they accused us of creating the tension and hostility in the apartment, despite the fact that we have actively been avoiding causing shit because our stress levels are through the roof and they're already demonizing us to others bc we put down a boundary, i can't be petty etc and give them an actual reason to demonize us.

as we kept talking, they were like. shaking with rage with a smile on their face and saying passive aggressive shit to us and saying we need to move out sooner than our planned move out date...

important context: my dad is the guarantor, i found this unit, and 99% of the furniture etc we have here is ours.

(disclaimer before i say this, i know various people with BPD. people that will take accountability for their actions and take steps to work on their coping mechanisms and behavior etc.) but this "friend" has BPD that they use as an excuse for every single one of their shitty actions and does not take any responsibility for their behavior. their partner, as far as i know, is not diagnosed with anything and while i'm no psychiatrist, i've had 3 diff people (including my actual psychiatrist) say this is telltale NPD. again not to say that makes you a terrible person, but when you don't take any steps to work on yourself etc and harm others around you, thats what i take issue with. its the definition of a volatile BPD + NPD relationship...

ive also been there for this friend more times than i can count. i've wiped so much snot and tears from their face, i've put aside my own shit to help them and i've done so much for them. thats rarely been reciprocated... they do not give a shit about us and it completely showed today when they talked to us and it became clear they were trying to financially trap us here and they're furious that we put a boundary down. they treat us like their parents, their therapists, and their savings account, and if we EVER did something like that to them, the fallout would be nuclear.

i'm literally shaking typing this and hearing them come out of their room slamming doors and shit. i don't know what they're capable of, and i don't know if they're planning on doing anything, but im afraid because i don't know. i've been having nonstop panic attacks recently and the living situation here is adding immense stress on top of the apt hunting process and moving process. i feel fucking sick genuinely

i'm sure i've left a LOT out, but its been nightmarish here

[hyuuukais]

lakey!! literally the past two fridays have been shit for me!! but!! today i wanna tell you my ✨ happy thing ✨

today i am happy because i got all of my work for the week done early (everyone cheered 🥳) so for the most part,, i don’t have to worry about The Tasks today or tomorrow 👍

what are U happy for today 😋

also i’m gonna give u two bonus happy things bc of the ones i missed 😖

bonus:

+ i have the best friends ever?????? i mean ive pretty much known this for a while but esp recently every day i am reminded of this fact nd literally every single one of my friends (including u 🫵) are just Awesome and i think i must have really good taste in human beings 💅 (past experiences may prove otherwise but they 👏 don’t 👏 count 👏)

+ i have read 4(+?) lgbtqia+ books so far this month for my lil pride month reading marathon! i’m so excited about that because i have been in a reading slump for the longest time and this has been like a lil personal challenge for me that is going really well! (i have like 10 more i want to get through for the lil challenge but i do not know if that is feasible since we’re halfway through the month ☝️)

i love that for u!! now u can take time to relax and enjoy some time to yourself :) and !! give me book recs 🤲 or just tell me abt the ones you've read so far if u want, bad or good !!

my happy thing is getting to see my bff later today! i'll be staying over until monday. obviously i'm just going to see her cats 🤭 (/j but also i am so excited to pet a cat) i got her dad smthn for father's day since he's kind of like a second dad for me, and i hope he likes it :33 wolfchan is coming with me!

it was also payday for me today so that's always good 😋 i got a raise recently, so i'll add that as a bonus happy thing bc i forgot to send them before 😭 and one more bonus happy thing, hmm...

reading club w rain!! we're rereading the cruel prince. i'm trying to read 10 chapters a week and am currently at chapter 5 lol... but i'm gonna get to 10 today hopefully !! i've been in the worst reading slump for months and i want out.

yay for happy things!! ILY!!

[honeyglz]

New light Chapter one - "Taking a chance."

A/N - AHHHH !! So sorry for the lack of post Ive been vry busy with Irl stuff but Im back for a while so yea. Enjoy as always :) Pairing - Touya Todoroki (Dabi) x Sister!! reader

(THIS IS NOT A SHIP PLS I REPEAT NOT AN INCEST SHIP!!) Disclaimer- I do not own any of these characters aside from my depiction of Y/N / the reader. All rights to their respectful owners !

Category - Angst (?) Found family (refound idfk)

Warnings- I dont watch Mha. I dont plan on watch Mha. So vry OOC (mostly Touya but sue me I enjoy big brother characters)

Au summary- Their lives were simple, quite to a point. The world was just the two of them, no one else mattered. But what happens when the past is tested, and things go up in flames? What happens in a world where Touya Todoroki save's his little sister from a fate too close to his own, leaving fate to test the world she knows.

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"Take the kids to safety" "And anyone else?" "No traces, burn them all."

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The sun wrapped around her skin as she woke groggily. Limbs tangled in the sheets as she grabbed her body stretched, leaving her tossing trying to regain a glimpse of her sleep. Reluctantly she opened her eyes, harsh sunlight beaming at her as sat up, the noise of the outside world tumbling through the cracked glass of her window. Slowly she got herself ready for the day, swaying to the sound of the music that played through her busted headphones, on bud silent as she worked. She smiled at her own reflection before heading into the small room they called a living room. She cringed at the smell of burnt leather, nose crinkling as the scent filled the room. "Oi, Touya. Get up." she sighed poking the man in her living room, passed out, thick heavy jacket hanging loosely on his arm as he lay spread out on their couch. He grumbled swatting her hand away as he turned away from her. Back facing her as he buried himself between the cushions as she opened the blinds. Sun showing no mercy as it soaked into ever crevice it could reach, leaving the older man hissing to himself as he sat up. Messy white hair covering his tried eyes as cursed at her for waking him. She only brushed it off as she grabbed whatever they had in the fridge, taking a seat as she ate. The man looked her up and down. Taking in her unusual attire. She looked more like the rest of the shits in the world, more put together he supposed. "Why're you dressed like that?" She looked up confused for a moment as he cruised into the kitchen, grabbing a chilled drink and whatever junk he dug up to eat as he sat across from her. "Like that?" He looked her over once again. Mouth full as he spoke. "Like that" She rolled her eyes grabbing her plate, voice calm as she cleaned her mess careful not to stain herself. "I don't know what your talking about" He watched amused as he flung his feet up on your chair leaning back as he yawned, only to fall back with a thud. Her head snapped back to the table, hand thrown over her mouth in an attempt to stifle the bursting laughter that filled the room. He groaned, pushing himself off the floor as he kicked the chair, standing to his full height as he brushed his coat. Lips pulled in a scowl as he grumbled. "Yea yea laugh it up, but seriously. Whats with the get up?" he echoed his previous question, eyebrow raised curiously, his gaze softening just abit. She smiled as she smoothed out her uniform, pride beaming from her skin as she spoke. "Im trying out for the UA today" He nearly fell back again. His eyes widened as his sister explained that the school had put out another try out for a spare positions in one of the hero course's. It took him a moment to speak, weighing the thought heavily. "Why?" She turned confused to see him, hand on his chin as he looked deep in contemplation. "What?" "I asked why? I mean like c'mon, you really wanna be a hero like all those other kids?" He looked down at her, head tilted as if he couldn't possibly fathom any of her reasoning's. "And plus there's gotta be hundreds of kids lining up, why even bother?" She opened her mouth and suddenly all her previous reasons slipped from her mind. She shut her mouth as she contemplated, silence filling the space between them. Touya shook his head dismissively as he waved his hand in the air, turning his attention on his phone now. "See? Told ya. Now go get changed I'm sure you can still re-apply for whatever school is near by-" 

"Because I've decided to take a chance." 

Now his turn to take on confusion he turned his eyes back to her, who was now staring directly at him. E/C eye's meeting cyan. Something in the room shifted. He hardened his gaze she didn't back down, that same spark flickering confidently again. She mimicked his own thinking process, eyebrows knitt loosely as she focused, answer thought out word for word. "You asked why I want to be a hero right? Well I answered. Because I want to take my chances." "And if you fail?" The question stung abit more than she had wished it too. Because in reality she may fail, she could end up walking home with her tail between her legs. She took a steady breath eye's still trained on his. "That's part of taking risk's isn't it?" She said, smile returning sheepishly as she awaited his answer. "You got one day kid, make it count." And with that she leaped from her spot rushing to grab her things frantically as she thanked her brother, thank you's spewing from her lips as she ran out the door. "Won't let ya down!" Touya pinched his between his eyes, sighing in frustration despite the small smile he tried to swallow. -♡-

Sorry its so short, if this does well and ppl want a part too Ill be making it a series :)

[rainbowmancer-gwen]

This might be a long one so bear with me. Don't read if you don't like hospitals, Transphobia or nasty things. TW- SA, PTSD, Little space/ age regression, hospitals, Pain, Morphine.

Thank you to my Joyfriend @macrotiis for helping me through the last couple of days.

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YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

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So as some of you know I've been fighting some PTSD related to SA... Monday night at training Mestre was trying to teach something to do with wrists. So without knowing that's a trigger grabbed my wrist and I panicked... Asked politely that he let go. He did when he saw how scared I was. I ran away to fight back the tears

Came back to that mats and kicked harder than I have ever kicked. Me today is a lot stronger than me then and the bastard who hurt me won't anymore. (Should probably learn that wrist thing for the sake of the old me... But baby steps).

So I get home and I start having pain in me... Scrotum. (A girls' scrotum attached to a girl) Called healthline, and they said it's torsion, so call 111. 111 all ambulances are busy, but I need to be seen. They paid for a taxi. The taxi journey was kinda harrowing because of all of the wiggley roads... But Ahmed was kinda lovely to me. Gave me a furry pride badge that he had in his car for some reason when I asked about it.

Get to hospital and have to Deadname self to receptionist. She's super sweet and changes it... But calls me Gwendolyn and I have to correct. She was actually great and could see I was struggling a little. Triage nurse was a legend.

ED nurse was not. So, the nurse in ED botched an IV into the back of my hand causing agony. whilst the doctor was talking to/ examining me (She should have stopped because the doctor literally had my lady jewels in my hands)...

Then after she persists, and she's digging in my hand. I can see the line tissuing as the doctor is squeezing my nads and explaining stuff like, "For Cis folks, the goal is to save the testicle. Are you okay with me calling them testicles? " I'm like... Look, I really don't care... Just do what you gotta do. He was a very young looking doctor his name was Claude. He looked a little gender nonconforming, but I was too out of it to ask... did talk to the acute urologist about orchiectomy instead, which was kinda a cool gender consideration, I guess...

I am in pain and she goes "Sorry brother", She was wearing a rainbow lanyard.... There's tell us your pronoun posters everywhere. Not good enough!

Sonographer said, "Testicles are tricky fellas to scan sometimes... Again too high on morphine to care, but deep down, sorta cared

Moved to other ward. The nurse confirmed pronouns with me, which was nice. Let me sleep for most of the night and didn't need to check me often. Was really sweet with both judging me for my comfort items (plushies and a blankie from home and an adult pacifier)/ waking me when I had, eyemask, and earplugs in, (waking me by touch, wakes me up ready for a fight...) Spoke a little about trauma/ mental health (how I got here) and wanted to see my tattoos. I told her a little about why I had my binky... Big me can fight... Small me couldn't. Sometimes, she needs comforting. Nothing else was said, but I know they're likely to talk about it...

My discharge paper says 33F testicular pain. So that's cool... Thankfully, my condition self resolved save for a little pain (a lot of pain but now managable)

I slept most of yesterday. I felt very small. Managed to go to the ISO social potluck, but it was kinda overwhelming. I cried into my friens shoulder when he called me a "Tank!"... You're right Jasper I am a tank. But my friend Jordan said "A tank is only armoured on the outside. Inside it's cramped, tense, and complicated"

Can the world just stop throwing shit at me for one day? That's all I want! Let me catch my breath...

Santo Antonio. Quero Agua!