#i still cant go have a lunch on my own though

[hilema]

Went to get my blood tested today and then to the library and had a coffee and pastry there and then visited multiple stores and had a conversation with mormons, all by myself :p

[mxxnkirby]

being extremely sick and the oldest daughter is actually so funny because what do you mean nobody has done the laundry or cleaned dishes or mopped or swept or organized the house or washed the windows or paid the phone bills or made food or woken up my sisters for school or fed the baby or taken care of the baby or polished the wood or done anything at all. I literally have no clean clothes to wear tomorrow to school. there's five people above the age of twelve here who could at least help a little?

what could possibly be going through someone's mind to wake someone up from their fever chills shivering pool of sweat and blood stained blankets from the constant gum bleeding and nose blood clots (they amount can NOT be humanly possible)... so they can ask for food? um? I'm literally too weak to squeeze medicine out of the Tylenol bottle and y'all won't even help me do that because "don't drink so much, it's expensive" (I haven't drank any??) but ok yeah sure I'll cook a whole meal for you. just dont yell at me when you get sick too

[lalunanymph]

୨୧ zayne's unusual method of coercing lulling your baby back to sleep

✧･ﾟpapa!zayne, husband!zayne, mom!reader, talks of medical research, babies, you both have a little girl named 'jasmine' (iykyk), mild spoilers for lads if you squint, pure fluff, spoilers for the good night video call with zayne, he calls you 'my aurora' (also iykyk)

✧･ﾟhelp me plz i have fallen for this man and i cant get up

night falls, bringing with it a peace no wish in the world could.

it's the type of peace which echoes gentle snowfall during the dawn; a hum of wintry wind on the back of weak sunlight.

for now, the household is quiet, everyone catching up on precious minutes of sleep.

or, as much as they could before your daughter's piercing wail shatters through the night.

"i'll go get her," the fatigue roughened voice of your husband, zayne, reassures you. his large palm reaches across the bed, clasping your own for a single second, a silent order for you to go back to sleep.

"zayne," you murmur, rubbing your eyes. "i'll go with you—"

"you need rest," he cuts you off, though the look in his emerald gaze is eclipsed with a special softness reserved just for you. "i don't have any surgeries lined up tomorrow until after lunch. i'll do it."

stoic yet kind, your husband volunteers to take up the mantle; hurrying towards the nursery to tend to your fussy baby.

you sink back into the soft sheets, exhaling in exhaustion. it must've been hours or minutes, your consciousness dipping in and out of the pool of wakefulness.

when you turn to the side, zayne still wasn't back. curiosity propelled you to sit up, stuffing your feet into a pair of blue, fuzzy slippers. you tightened your robe around your shivering body, shuffling down the hall towards the nursery.

"... common treatment is a myectomy of the hypertrophic IVS. however, surgical treatment of midventricular is usually challenging. the hypertrophic area cannot be reached via a transaortic approach. for that reason, a transapical ventriculostomy has been described as preferred access for surgical correction..."

zayne's voice piques your interest. as you turn around the corner, you nearly burst out into a fit of giggles.

your husband, baby in one arm and large research book on his knee, was trying to read a "bedtime" story to your sweet jasmine.

"—in some cases of diffuse myectomy has been performed via trans-mitral septal myectomy with a video-assisted minimal invasive 2D technique—oh, look, it's your mama."

he moves your little girl to the other arm, her shimmering emerald eyes clasped on the hook of his nose. she bubbles and squeals, trying to swipe at his chin—definitely not drowsy or ready to fall back to sleep.

"come on now," zayne remains stern with her. "it's time for you to sleep. you've been keeping me up for almost an hour."

as much as your husband's antics were drawing your mirth, you could sense the despair in his tone wasn't fabricated.

"perhaps you're reading her the wrong bedtime story." you tease, walking into the room. you take jasmine from her papa's arms, cradling her close to your chest.

your daughter fusses, gummy mouth gaping and closing, cooing her agreement.

"the resection of hypertrophic papillary muscles and mitral valve replacement is a good bedtime story," he quips. snapping the heavy research book close, he sets it down to the floor. "she's just being like her mama, that's all."

fighting back the urge to smirk, you shake your head. "at least you've never given her a lecture on fusion guidance."

his brow crinkles, and eventually, a small smile decorates his lips. "you remember?"

zayne's voice is unexpectedly soft, and you nod; delighting in sharing this memory with your husband.

"how could i forget? it's my go-to bedtime request from you."

he stands, coming behind you and jasmine. a long, calloused finger traces down her chubby cheek. one arm around your waist, the other supporting your own arm under your baby.

"if only i could know what hers is," zayne sighs. "then, you wouldn't have to check up on us."

"i want to," you interject, nudging your face back to give his cheek a soft kiss. "i love seeing you with her."

"hmm."

your husband goes quiet for a few more moments. you almost fall asleep standing up, the warmth of his broad back emanating through your thin cotton nightdress; lulling you into comfort. jasmine, soothed by your steady breathing, droops off; her shell pink lips puckered like a bud about to bloom.

"she's finally asleep."

"your heartbeat," zayne says, barely above a whisper. his warm breath touches your neck, making gooseflesh rise on your arms. "she's soothed by it."

you touch your gaze to her puffy cheeks; the thin wisps of dark hair on her head she inherited from the one man you adored with every beat of your heart.

"i'm glad you saved me," you whisper, remembering the day when zayne performed the life-changing operation on you; finally stabilising your condition after years of distress and anxiety.

"i owe my heart to you."

"keep it," your husband is quick to dismiss his role in saving you; a man of little words with the biggest impact.

"but, take mine if you need it. my heart is all yours, my aurora."

sobs iykyk the spoilers for mr. love: queen's choice (lads predecessor) you'd know that zayne's hea—[gunshot]

©️ all works belong to lalunanymph. do not copy, repost or claim as your own.

[kentosbabes]

PART 2 OF CEO TOJI !!!!!!

please please please please please

( todally not begging )

CEO Toji part 1 here

CEO Toji who can't stop thinking about the kiss you shared. He can't get the image of your eyes out of his head. The way you peered up at him through your glasses, your lips slightly parted and wet from his own lips. How your lips tasted better than he imagined. They were intoxicating, having him dreaming for more.

CEO Toji who since that night feels extra overprotective of you. Where he used to find himself just staring at you as you interact with co-workers, he now stands at your side slightly tugging on your blouse as if to say 'get him to shut the fuck up'. He can't help the jealousy that overcomes him as soon as he sees you even look at someone who's not him.

CEO Toji who especially can't hold back when Gojo strides into your office, throwing himself onto the window seat and patting the spot next to him. Toji quickly ends the call he was on and walks right in, grabbing your arm and pulling you into his office. He makes sure to keep eye contact with Gojo, who has a smirk on his face, as he closes the curtains blocking his view.

CEO Toji who doesn't know what to say when you ask him why he won't let you talk to Gojo. After that interaction, he blocked Gojo's number from your work phone and made sure any emails sent by Gojo were sent straight to his computer. He could tell you the truth and say he was jealous, but with your eyes burning into his making his stomach do flips he only let out 'he's not a good man, just stay away'.

CEO Toji who doesn't turn up to work one morning, but before you can call him you see the bouquet of flowers sitting on your desk with a handwritten note reading 'I had an emergency this morning love, will be back by noon. treat yourself'. That's when you notice a black credit card next to the note.

CEO Toji who sticks to his word and as soon as 12pm hits he's sat at his desk sipping on whiskey. 'Good Afternoon sir, Thank you for the flowers' you say as you walk into his office. 'hey pretty girl. Did you get yourself some lunch' he asks not bothering to look up from his computer. 'oh um no I didn't want to use your card' you mumble before placing the black card down on his desk. 'what nonsense' he says standing up 'we'll go right now' now grabbing onto your hand and pulling you through the office.

CEO Toji who doesn't listen to your pleas and pays for lunch. He took you to the new sushi restaurant downtown, meaning the bill was way out of your comfort zone. Toji didn't care though, this was but a scratch on his bank account plus he got to treat you and that was his favourite thing to do.

CEO Toji who continues to spoil you. From leaving flowers on your desk when he's not able to be in his office, to taking you out for lunch almost daily to make sure you eat. If for any reason he wasn't available for lunch, his bank card would be in your hand and he would threaten to fire you if you didn't use it to buy lunch.

CEO Toji who couldn't help himself when he saw you pack up your stuff one Friday evening, and as you bend to pick up you bag he can see you lace panties peeking out from underneath your skirt. He groans out and leans in his chair contemplating what to do. He cant let you go, not when the bulge in his jeans is becoming more and more painful.

CEO Toji who gets up and rushes into your office, and before you know it, your shoved against a wall and his lips are on yours. His lips still taste of whiskey as they move roughly against yours. Toji has one hand grasping onto your waist, the other pulling onto your hair. He has you a moaning mess in his grasp, your body practically shaking as his knee presses up against your cunt. 'Come to my place' Toji mumbles against your lips 'Want this to be special'.

[xo2dee]

ᴊᴜᴊᴜᴛꜱᴜ ᴋᴀɪꜱᴇɴ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛꜱ

𓆩♡𓆪 ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Nanami Kento x Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: None

𓆩♡𓆪 ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1858

𓆩♡𓆪 ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: In which your lover comes home late again, and you decide to cook for him for once, even if your skills are severely lacking compared to his.

𓆩♡𓆪 ᴀ/ɴ: this is so self-indulgent bc my ass really cant cook that well soooo

𓆩♡𓆪 twitter - ao3

8:23 P.M.

You sighed. He was late again.

You knew it wasn’t his fault though, more than often your boyfriend got winded into working overtime and stayed past the hours that he wanted to. Still, as much as he complained of it, you would’ve figured he would dismiss any and all thoughts of overtime if presented with the opportunity and make his way home to you at the time of his clock out. You couldn’t help but sigh wistfully at and for your lovable workaholic man; he only worked overtime because it was essentially wired into his blood and he would never leave unless he knew his job was done.

However, you were more slightly upset that he had called you at lunch time – you felt bad, you didn’t wake up early enough to give him a sweet kiss off for work – and told you he’d be home on time to make you both dinner. You didn’t want to eat without him at all, notably when you were partly worried he might have been hurt or something else (something worse, really), and with that anxiety you knew you couldn’t eat. It wasn’t as if you couldn’t cook, but you also never wanted to eat dinner without him. He was by far a better cook than you were, sure yours was… passable, but Kento’s was beyond expectations, and you looked forward to it every time he offered to make you food. Any and every time Kento made you a meal you fell deeper in love, especially when you found out he put more time and skill into it for you.

Your ears perked up from your lounging position on your couch when you could hear the tall-tale sign of the front door opening and the distant sound of his footsteps walking inside. You nearly rejoiced knowing he was home safe and coming around to greet you, while your stomach gurgled in its own way to hearing of his arrival. Finally, you two could eat and then snuggle into bed together.

Kento called out your name, and you sat up from your position to greet him, “You’re home.”

He removed his glasses and his blazer, draping the latter across the back of your recliner and his glasses on the coffee table, and took a seat next to you, “Did I wake you?”

You watched as he leant back resting his head on the back of the couch, arms spread out on the back and legs wide open, as your eyes lingered on his tie slightly loosened, “No, I was waiting for you.”

“Hmm, have you eaten?”

You stretched your legs out, feeling your appetite begin to kick in, “No, you know I don’t eat dinner without you.”

His head lolled to look at you pointedly, dark eyes in disapproval, “I told you to go ahead and eat if I work overtime,” he grounded out and you nearly had half a mind to not jump into his lap from his tired, rough voice.

“Well,” you began, crossing your arms in rebuttal, “I didn’t know you were gonna work overtime, you usually call…” you sent him a long side look slightly annoyed he hadn’t called to let you know he was fine and would be home later than his usual time. You began to wonder if he had eaten at all that day.

Kento sighed and closed his eyes, making you take note of the minor shades of purple underneath them, “I’m sorry, it was a situation where I had to take care of it quickly. Give me a few moments and I can make us both something.”

Instantly you felt awful; he was really going to sacrifice some of his resting time he rarely ever got to still make the both of you the dinner he promised instead of just calling for takeout delivery. You knew of his occupation as a Jujutsu Sorcerer, it had to come out once the two of you began a relationship and he realized he wouldn’t be able to hide it from you when he tended to work long hours and often came home with bruises or bleeding from scratches that weren't well enough for excuses. Kento came home more tired than anything half the time and managed to make you dinner without so much of a complaint, as long as you were fed, healthy, and taken care of it seemed nothing else really mattered to him. He really prioritized you over himself all the time, much to your chagrin.

For once you wanted to dote on him and make him feel good.

Wait –

Your lover moved suddenly and you realized he was getting up to go to the kitchen, so you pounced. Literally, you pounced onto him and threw your arms around his neck to try and drag him down, but it left you in an awkward position with your lower half still on the couch and your upper half dangling onto his shoulders. Kento, ever-so observant, had wrapped his own arms around underneath your chest at the sudden movement, clearly startled by the abrupt assault, whilst giving you an arched brow. He parted his lips to speak, but you beat him to punch.

“How about I make us both something for once?”

The look he sent you nearly made you want to cry.

He cleared his throat, “Are you… sure?” he asked, a slight degree of unease in his voice. You knew what he was thinking: You’re going to cook? By the look in his eyes, he was traumatized by your last attempt…

You huffed, a new feeling of confidence in your rushing in your veins and your body overwhelmed with determination, “Of course I’m sure, you’re tired and need to relax for once.” You could do just fine if you really put your mind to it. Especially for someone like Kento.

“Seeing you is relaxing enough.” He was trying to reassure you; you knew his gimmick. Try to make you believe he wasn’t exhausted at all and you would give in to his sweet words and he’d make you both dinner, then afterwards he’d shower and completely collapse into bed with you tucked up under his chin. You were not having it that time around.

Smirking at him, you tightened your grip on his shoulders, “Sweet talking me isn’t gonna work this time.”

Kento sighed, clearly defeated as he sat you both back onto the couch, “Okay.” God, why did he sound so deflated?

Regardless, you smiled and placed a chaste kiss on his cheek, untangling yourself from his hold, “Stay in here then,” you stood, his hands brushing against your ribs as you did so, and pointing at him with an index finger close enough to nearly brush his nose, “just relax and maybe nap, I’ll come get you when it’s done.” He didn’t look convinced – probably nervous you’d catch something on fire – but relaxed back nevertheless, giving you his own small smile.

Determined, you made way for your shared kitchen, snatching Kento’s fresh white apron as you did so. Sure, it looked goofy on you and the haphazard way you tied it, but Kento wore it exclusively every time he cooked so it was only right you did the same. You had your mind set to make something you both enjoyed – or you thought you both would enjoy. You knew your way around a kitchen, how bad could it turn out to be?

...Yikes

You decided not to answer that when you saw his face as he tasted your 'meal'. His eyebrows slightly rose towards his hairline and his mouth twitched nearly into a grimace, but it almost looked like he was swallowing cough medicine when he finally did get around to it. Kento sat his utensil down after and cleared his throat before clasping his hands together on the table, looking up to you while you hovered over him.

“It’s great.” Bless him, he never wanted to hurt your feelings... even if it was the trivial of things.

You whined and threw your head back, “You hate it.”

“I could never hate anything you do.”

“Don’t be sweet, I know it’s nasty and you’re just trying to make me feel better,” you pouted and stared down at your own plate, untouched as you had waited for him to try the food first. Still, you were curious and picked up your own utensil to try it out as you sat down at your spot at the table. Kento was watching you looking almost concerned as you finally lifted the food into your mouth for your taste buds to feel.

You chewed and swallowed. Bland, burnt and…

"..."

“...”

“Kento, this tastes like ass.”

A sigh fell out of him as he placed his chin onto his fist, “Maybe so, though I don’t think that really matters,” he gazed at you as you fiddled with his apron strings, a rather strong sense of adoration radiating off of him, “It’s the thought of you making food for me after a long day of work.”

“Even if it’s bad?”

“Even if it’s bad.”

Your cheeks warmed from the words as you gave him an embarrassed glance, knowing the entire situation felt incredibly domestic and you felt like a spouse cooking for their husband. It hadn’t been a topic discussed between you two yet, though it was always lingering in the background given how deep your relationship went and how long you two been together. No doubt you knew he was thinking the same.

You stood after that, wiping your hands onto his apron to avoid looking at his face, “Yeah, well, I guess I should clean these since this tastes like shit,” you moved to grab his plate, yet the tug from the front of the apron sent you into his lap as he leaned back to situate you both into a more comfortable position as he cradled you against his chest. He’s being awfully bold tonight. You snuck a peek at him almost shied away from his intense stare.

You rested your hands on his shoulders as he spoke, “You should wear my apron more often.”

Sending him a raised brow, you let out a small laugh, “How can I wear your apron more when I can’t cook?”

“Who said wearing it only while you cook?”

You smacked his chest and voiced your earlier thoughts, “You’re being awfully bold tonight.”

A small smile graced him as he lifted you more to press his mouth against your temple, kissing it a few times, “I can’t help with it with how you look wearing it.”

You sighed and smiled, shaking your head while you snuggled into him by rubbing your cheek against his to enjoy the moment of domesticity between you two. Though the moment was broken by the loud growl of your stomach. You sheepishly peered up at him as he gazed back to you with the affectionate look he always had.

“I’ll call for takeout, and then we clean this together.”

Your response was just to kiss him for his sweetness, and you kept the apron on for the remainder of the time.

[moonchildstyles]

Maybe angel n aster are in a phase where they’re just having more sex than usual, maybe because they’ve got their own place now-

but Angel has a day off and is just relaxing at home since h is at work all day :( but it’s around lunch time, angel still in cute n pretty nightwear (she may have sent H a picture or two) because the way her and H have been going at it recently, it’s making her feel a little more sexy hehe and all of a sudden H comes home?!

angel can’t say anything in time because Harry is like ‘angel girl I only have 15 minutes before my lunch break is over,, I have to fuck you so bad’

she cant be surprised though because she’d been sending some ~tasteful~ nudes to him all morning and texting him about how she can’t wait until he can come home and then Daddy can finally take care of her again :((((

so when he walks through the door ready to go for a quickie she’s like hehehe my plan worked

NOOOOOOO STOP THIS IS SO SICKENING!!!!!!!!!! like this is so good idk why ive never thought about him like showing up at their home on his lunch break with the sole goal just to fuck her before going back bc he cannot stop thinking about her and needs to see her rn and the idea of her sending pretty little pics or texting him just being sweet telling him she cant wait for him to be home and that she misses him soooooo much and hes just like he knows her so well so ofc he knows what shes kind of getting at 🥸🥸🥸🥸🥸 like this is so good its making me SICK!!!!!!!

[coolprettyleo]

the traffic lights didn't know - begin again au ☆

wc: 1.2k

tw: depression. heartbroken. lmk if theres more

hughes sister x ryan leonard

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frankie hughes was in a weird place in her life.

she didnt have the feeling of dreading to go to hockey practice anymore, and call her crazy she missed that feeling. not the sport, she wanted the sport dead in a ditch for what it did to her, but she missed the feeling of hating something so much.

she thought about directing her anger towards drew. but she was way to heartbroken to do that. she wanted to erase all her thoughts of drew, but he invaded every inch of her; her heart, hips, body, and love. there wasn't anything he didnt touch or get too.

frankie was starting to get depressed because she felt like her days were on repeat. over and over again. the only light of her day was when she would see ryan, or whenever he texted her back, and depending your overall happiness on a boy was not in any way smart.

she felt like nothing in her life was okay and resorted to asking the traffic lights if it was all going to be okay. news flash! they didn't know.

at the moment though, she was dressing up for a lunch...meeting with ryan. she wanted to say date, but ryan wanted nothing to do with her romantically, till she was fully over drew.

she wasn't but she thought she was. which is why she had been feeling blue. its not like she still wanted drew though. she just felt embarrassed and insecure. and the fact the reason he didnt want her, was because she was dumb?

I mean frankie knew she was ditzy. her family has always said that her blonde was showing, whenever she was being slow. but thats just family teasing. hearing other people talk about how dumb you are makes you want to crumble and die.

she was snapped out of her thoughts when she heard a buzz coming from her bed. it was her phone, which had a text from ryan, saying he was outside.

she quickly finished applying her lip combo and sprayed her favorite perfume, and rushed out. her favorite handbag of course coming in tow.

she loved when her and ryan, were able to hangout. he was always busy and his schedule was always jam-packed so days like these were the best because she finally got too go out and enjoy life.

she had been trying to enjoy it on her own though, she's resorted to taking the long way home from class.

"hi ry" frankie said as she got into his car.

"hey, why are you all dressed? you know were only going to chipotle"

"yes i know. i can read! i honestly just dressed to kill my time. a girl just cant get all cute for no reason?"

"no- I mean- you can. you look cute- i mean you look good." Ryan stumbled face red as he drove.

frankie loved how he'd get all flustered.

"you think I look cute" frankie said, she needed that compliment really bad.

"yeah, you always look cute" softly smiling as he looked over at her, at the red light.

this is why she loved to see ryan. he always put her in the best moods. he made her want to break through the windows she had boarded up and see the love the world was capable of giving. he had the goofiest, cutest smile and freckles that made her want to kiss everyone of them.

she hadn't realized they were starring at each other, till the car behind them honked and cut them out of their trance. both of them turning away with red faces.

"are gabe, will, and jacob coming today?" frankie asked as they pulled into the parking lot. she liked to hang around them, they were all so funny and in a way reminded her of her brothers.

"uhm no, I thought it could be just me and you today. if thats okay- I can call them to come. but lowkey will and gabe are busy with class, but I can make jacob, if that would make you feel bette-"

"ryan! im okay with just us two" she said laughing at his rambling.

"sorry" he cringed.

he opened the door for her, as they walked into chipotle.

and load and behold, drew was in there. laughing with aram in all his glory. she felt like she saw drew everywhere, and the only thing they shared was this damn campus.

she looked back at ryan with a glare.

"did you know?" frankie asked as he followed her sight too drew and aram.

"I swear I didn't. I wouldn't do that to you. we can go somewhere else" he said hoping he didn't just ruin all his chances with her.

as much as frankie wanted to run away and get drunk, she knew the morning would be right around the corner and it wasn't going to change anything. he still wouldn't be hers; not that she wanted him to be.

"no, its fine" she said still walking in. ryan following after her like a puppy. they both ordered and as she was paying she heard ryan dabbing them up.

"you guys wanna sit with us?" drew said motioning over to frankie. he honestly didnt think there was a problem within them.

"uhm-" ryan looked back at her.

"we already planned on going to the park" ryan said as he waved goodbye to them and met frankie whereas she had been filling her water cup, that was full of sprite. she refused to pay for a drink.

"where we sitting" she smiled at him.

"I actually thought we could go to centennial park" he said as he guided her out.

"what- I was fine with sitting in there" frankie said feeling her heart drop because maybe ryan was embarrassed to be seen with her in front of drew.

"drew asked me if we wanted to sit with him"

"oh."

"yeah, I didnt think you wanted too"

"I could of sucked it up"

"you dont have to though"

"no- I want too. I need you to know and see that im over him"

ryan sighed. he knew she wasn't, and he wanted believe her, but he knew her all too well.

"okay" ryan said to frankie.

"okay?" frankie asked confused.

"your over drew"

"I've been saying that"

"then go on a date with me?" ryan asked.

frankie hesiated. did she really want to start this relationship with ryan on a bad foot? it was all going to go bad if it was doomed from the start. she didnt have any romantic feelings left over for drew, but every time she saw him, she had to act like everything was okay; when it wasn't.

"see I knew it! theres my answer" ryan said pulling frankie out of her thoughts.

"ryan" she sighed. if the story was over why was she still writing pages?

"its okay frankie. i already told you i'd wait for you, however long it takes" ryan said looking at her seriously.

her heart fluttered at that, and she softly smiled at him.

"i won't make you wait long leonard" she said pholding out her pinky.

"and I'll hold you too that" he said locking it around hers.

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this idea came from @crazy4minty !! she ate with this lol. i had never made the connection... im seriously thinking about renaming the au to death by a thousand cuts. anyways I have a really bad fever right now, so im probably done with writing for today! <3

[dfortrafalgar]

I'm Losing You

Having a family isn't always as easy as fairy tales make it seem.

I'm going to say this on every chapter i post here LOL, but GO TO CHAPTER 1 AND READ!!!!! MY!!!!!!! WARNINGS!!!!!!!!!!!

Chapter 3

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You loved your office, you really did.  Two of your coworkers were your best friends from high school, the work-life balance was ideal, your bosses were super understanding and encouraging of all their employees endeavors, and the weekly catered lunches truly felt like a luxury.

The only qualm was the noise.

The office had an open layout, and while everyone had their own desk, it was very easy to move around the space and talk to everyone while on and off the job.  This meant any personal phone calls had to be taken out of the entire vicinity.  And in your case, into an unlocked broom closet across the industrial building’s hallway, in front of another agency’s door.

You were sitting on a plastic box containing something you weren’t sure of, anxiously bouncing your feet as your heart hammered in your chest.  Each time the ringback tone exited your speakers caused another cold wave of anxiety to flood from your head to the soles of your feet.  You swallowed a thick glob of spit as you struggled to maintain your breathing.  You were sure your blouse was going to have armpit stains when you returned to your desk.

Finally, a voice picked up the other line.

[Thank you for calling Grand Line Gynecology and Obstetrics, how can I help you today?]

The sweet, welcoming voice of the receptionist on the other end of the line made you breathe a sigh of relief, though you weren’t out of the woods just yet.  Far from it.  “Hi, uhm, I’m a patient with Dr. Robin, and I was wondering if I would be able to get an appointment as soon as possible.”

A few keyboard clicking noises followed your request.

[Can I have your name and date of birth?]

You quietly relayed your information, biting your lip impatiently.  More typing sounds could be heard.

[Alright, Mrs. Trafalgar, and do you mind if I ask the purpose of your visit?]

You knew it was important information for your doctor to know prior to seeing you, but the thought still made a heavy pit develop in your stomach.  “Uhm… f-fertility consultation…?  I guess.”

More clicking.

[Of course, I’m looking up Dr. Robin’s availability right now, hold on just a moment, please!]

You’ve dealt with crappy phone receptionists in the past, but whoever was usually on the receiving end of your calls to your gynecologist was always so pleasant.  You could never quite recognise her voice in person, but her bubbly and patient speech was always greatly appreciated during your otherwise anxious phone calls.  Finally, she came back onto the line.

[Dr. Robin’s next available appointment isn’t for three months, unfortunately, but I can still fit you into that time slot if you would like!  I can also write your name down, so if any appointments open up sooner, we will give you a call.]

You breathed another sigh of relief.  “That would be amazing, thank you.”

[Alright, Mrs. Trafalgar, I have you marked down for Thursday, May 1st at 10:00 AM.  We’ll give you a call if anything changes and you can always call us if you develop other concerns, okay?]

You smiled at the broom closet floor.  “I appreciate it, thank you very much.”  The phone clicked off after trading goodbyes, your arm falling onto your lap.  You hadn’t realized how tight you were gripping your phone until then, your hand trembling with how harsh your hold was on the device.  With a sigh, you opened your text conversation with Law.

Hi baby, I just called the obgyn, they cant fit me in until may 1st but she said if anything opens up theyll call me back.  Fingers crossed something opens up sooner, hopefully you dont have to wait as long!  I’ll see you later, i love youuuuu ^3^

You put your phone to sleep and stuffed it into the pocket of your trousers as you finally exited the broom closet.  An employee of the agency across from yours was entering his office and tossed you a very confused glance at you leaving the innocuous room, but you paid him no mind as you walked back into your office to continue your work.

“There you are, I was wondering where you went!”  Ikkaku was waiting for you at your desk with her work laptop in hand.  “I wanted to go over a few designs with you, but when I went to find you, you were just, POOF!  Gone like the wind!”

You laughed at her excited talking, finally sitting at your desk again and grabbing an unoccupied chair for your friend to sit in.  “Sorry to make you wait, I had to take a phone call.”

Ikkaku brushed off having to wait with a cheery, “It’s fine!  No biggie!” before opening her laptop and inputting her passcode.  You felt your phone buzz in your pocket.  While Ikkaku was opening her files, you slipped out your device and tapped the screen.

Baby~~<3

Hopefully something opens up, but it’s good that you at least got an appointment.  I got my appointment with urology on my lunch break today.  We’re making steps.  I love you, see you later.

You smiled at the text.

“Why does Law need to see a urologist?” Ikkaku whispered beside you, making you jump and hide your screen.  She was looking at you with curiosity in her big, brown eyes.

“It’s nothing, really.”  You quickly shoved your phone back into your pocket.  Ikkaku was your best friend, she really was, but the last thing you wanted to do was bring up your potential infertility issues while on the clock, and especially while your anxieties were still fresh and raw at the forefront of your brain.

Ikkaku must have sensed your profound fear, as she shrugged and turned her attention back to her laptop.  “So here’s what I was drafting…”

—

While you had to wait around three months for your appointment, Law’s was scheduled shockingly quick.  Almost too quick for his liking.  The following week.  Which, to Law’s mutual discomfort and relief, came much quicker than he thought it would.  

He was thanking the heavens above that he had the day off for once.

Law followed all the rules to a T before the appointment.  No ejaculation 2-3 days prior, but no longer than 5.  He’d jerk off into a sterile cup in the clinic, hand that to the doctor, and wait a few hours.  While waiting, he’d get his hormone blood work collected.  Easy as pie.  He walked into the clinic feeling oddly confident in himself and his abilities to follow pre-procedure protocol, as a doctor himself.  The brief moment of cocky joy was interrupted as soon as the fertility doctor entered the examination room Law was sitting in.

“Alriiiight!  Mr. Trafalgar Law!”  The doctor was shouting his name before even closing the door, making the black-haired man cringe.  The nametag on the open laboratory-style coat he wore read ‘Dr. Franky.’  Next to the name tag was a little enamel pin of a robot.  The door was closed with a moderate slam.  “You’re that cardiologist from New World Hospital, right?  You’re crazy popular, so cool to see you in the clinic!  So we’re here to check on your little swimmers, huh?”  Dr. Franky, who was shockingly tall and very broad in the shoulders, plopped into his seat and placed his laptop on the counter in front of him.  

The force of him sitting on the stool caused the pneumatic tube to compress forcefully downwards.  Law had a mental image in his head of the tube exploding and propelling the spring upward into the doctor’s ass.  He barely even registered the fact that his reputation as the city’s leading cardiothoracic surgeon seemed to have followed him to his semen analysis appointment.  He shook his head quickly before nodding.  “Uh, yeah, semen analysis.”

Dr. Franky was rapidly typing in whatever patient portal he was using.  “Semen analysis is such an uppity thing to call it, I personally like calling it the Super Swimming Meet!”  He laughed, the voice echoing around the small room and making Law wince.  He finally finished typing, slamming his laptop closed.  It was then Law noticed a few pieces of scotch tape holding the laptop’s hinges together.  (What kind of clinic is this?)  Franky’s booming voice interrupted Law’s thoughts.  “All you have to do is wank off into this cup here.  Cap it tightly and bring it to the nurse’s station when you’re done and it’ll get sent off into the lab!”

Law carefully took the cup from the doctor, his face heating up in embarrassment.  “Uhm… thank you.”

“Is there anything else I can help you with before I leave you to it?”

Law wanted to ask if there was a different room he should be doing this in, or if handing the cup to a random nurse was proper protocol, but he honestly wanted nothing more than to get out of there as quickly as possible.  He was starting to regret his colleagues at the hospital giving him clinic recommendations.  “Uhh… no thank you, I think that’s everything.”

“Alright, Mr. Trafalgar, I’ll let you get to it!”  Dr. Franky left fairly quickly, much to Law’s relief.  His ears were still ringing with the volume of the doctor’s voice.

Law was now left alone, sitting in the uncomfortable plastic chair, holding the empty sterile plastic cup.  After that interaction, the last thing he was thinking of doing was masturbating, but he needed to get it over with.  For your sake, and his.

He awkwardly stood and undid his belt, letting his pants and boxers fall to the floor before placing a few napkins onto the plastic chair and sitting back down.  He shivered at the cold feeling of the napkin-covered chair against his bare ass.  This was the least erotic situation he could’ve ever experienced.  He figured it would be far from the norm, but this was beyond any expectation he could’ve developed.  He shivered.

Grabbing the cup again, Law unscrewed the cap just enough so that he’d be able to pop it open as soon as he needed to.  When he stared at his flaccid dick, however, he uttered a defeated sigh.

‘Think of something to get you hard, man, think of your wife,’ he told himself.  Even his inner voice was desperate.

The sterile doctor’s office was completely inhibiting any thoughts of you to remain permanent in his head.  Every time he tried to think of your smell, your taste, the feeling of your bare flesh against his fingers, he would inhale and take in the bland stench of sterile alcohol and plastic.  He groaned.

Reaching into his pants pocket on the floor, he procured his phone.  Opening an incognito window on his web browser, he inwardly apologized to you (and double checked that the door was locked) before opening up a porn website for the first time since he was an undergrad in college.

—

Law came home a few hours after you.  You were standing at the stove setting the oven preheat temperature, a loaf pan of uncooked banana bread sitting on the stove top waiting to bake.  You turned to ask how his appointments went, but kept your mouth shut when you saw Law kick his shoes off and sit at the bar counter in your kitchen, placing his head in his hands.

“What happened?” you hurried over to him, immediately growing anxious that he had received bad news.  Your stomach turned.

He lifted his head.  “I… I had to watch porn today.”

[nmakii]

ALL BECAUSE I LIKED A BOY?

— watching your life falling into catastrophe before your eyes. all because of a boy, because of oikawa tooru.

— fem!reader, oikawa lowk just plot device, vent draft 🤨, its me im reader, nonfiction 🤣, reader highk whipped

a/n: dawg… just had liek the WORST day at school tfff my whole lunch table dropped me can’t believe i wasted ingredients on a bitch that cant even return my chinese textbook 😒

oikawa tooru has a lot of fans. even that might be an understatement. but, it’s true nonetheless. even you’ve fallen for that cheeky loser’s spell.

in your defense, there are many things to love about him; how funny he is, how much he cares, how devoted he is, not to even mention his looks.

so, yes, you may have fallen for him. a lot of girls have.

“but it’s different this time. we have the chemistry. if he wasn’t so busy with training, if i’d be able to run into him again and hang out with him, then i’m sure he’d feel the same way.” you tell your friends over lunch. one of them scoffs. “suuuure, keep telling yourself that. i watched that latest game he played in, there were at least 10 other girls who were thinking the same thing.”

“you don’t get it, you just don’t get it! we have so many mutual friends, it’s almost as if we were meant to meet, y’know?” you explain, sounding almost desperate as your heart stirs thinking about him.

and, among the many exploits you did to impress him, you started doing volleyball. “s/o-chann! what are you doing here?” oikawa walks over to you, new kneepads in hand. “oh— hey! just buying some things.” you explain to him, handing the cashier some money as they wrap up your new volleyball. “what about you?”

“ahh, just getting some new gear since mine is getting pretty old… i never knew you did volleyball!” he notices things quickly. “well, yeah… i just have a lot on my plate, so i don’t do it as often anymore.” you tell him. “really noww? well, we should play together, okay?” he offers, a competitive edge in his voice.

oh my god. this is your chance to hang out with him. sure, this was what you were hoping for, but not right now… what if you fail to serve so miserably that he ends up laughing at you? but, again, it’s hanging out with him!

“sure! i’m down to play!” you quickly recover from your anxious thoughts. “erm— while we’re both here, you wanna hang out for a while?” you ask, words falling out of your lips without your own accord. “aww, no can dooo… i’m here with iwa-chan, and he’s gonna get mad at me if i bring a girl back with meee…” he pouts. “next time though! i won’t go easy on you!” he laughs before waving you goodbye.

next time.

that meant he wanted to see you. right?

“ughhh, enough about oikawaaaaa… he’s not even that cute, you’re far too good for him.” your friend frowns. you do talk about him too much, but what’s there not to love? all that could spill from your mouth were words of love for him. she was probably sick of it, your whole class was probably sick of it. so many people knew of your crush on him, it wouldn’t be a surprise if he knew and decided to just ignore it.

you couldn’t help it, you just loved him so much.

but, nothing ever came out of it.

he continued with his life, and you moved on with your’s.

soon enough, all the love in your heart for him was drained from his lack of reciprocation. you couldn’t blame him, he has so many fans, it wouldn’t be fair to pay attention to just one.

but still, even if he never got to be your boyfriend, you still got a best friend.

“agh!! s/o-chan, don’t, i look ugly right nowww!” oikawa whines as he runs away from your phone camera, nimbly maneuvering himself through the convenience store’s thin aisles. “come back ‘kawa!” you catch up to him, pulling on his arm so he couldn’t run away and snapping a blurry photo of his face.

“noo, s/o-chan, don’t post it!!” oikawa shakes his head in distress, trying to grab your phone. “too late!” you laugh, hitting post on your new story, oikawa tagged. oikawa falls on top of your body, trying to grab your phone. “delete!” he demands, trying to reach for the phone you held up in the air while keeping you stuck on the ground.

you laugh at his feeble attempts, politely waving hello to one of your classmates walking into the store. “get up!! you’re so embarrassing, ‘kawa!” you try to push him off.

it was a good day, a really good day.

even without that romantic chemistry, there was definitely something between you two. and, everyone could feel it; the way conversation just flowed so naturally between you two when you were simply being yourselves, it was like breathing after drowning for so long.

it was like laughing for the first time. you’ve never gasped for air so much as you did when you were with him.

just friends now, nothing more. and, that’s okay.

the next day, you’d walked into school, still happy from the fun you had after school yesterday. when you overheard someone’s conversation.

‘you know, s/o from class 3-3 is lowkey… so loud. all she talks about is boys. it’s like she thinks she’s someone special.’ you hear someone snicker.

‘her hair is so bad… it’s like… why would she go out looking like that?’ you hear from the long haired brunette in front of you, turning her head to look at you not so subtly.

‘she thinks she’s so funny… she needs to learn when to shut up…’

where did all this come from?

you frown as you try to get along with your day. it’s still alright though, even if most of the school population is against you, you still have your friends.

“s/o, we took a vote and most of us don’t want to eat lunch with you anymore.” your friend tells you, if you can still even call her your friend. the shock can barely even register before you nod. “oh. alright then.” you take your things to eat on one of the benches at school.

“ah! s/o-chan, what are you doing hereee?” oikawa sees you, staring daggers into the gardens. “huh? oh, i…it’s nothing…” you mumble. “don’t you have your own lunch table? why’re you here all aloneeee?” he asks.

and that’s when it finally sank in.

“i just wanted a change of scenery today, i’m okay.” you assure him, using all your willpower to hide the tears that threaten to fall out. oikawa frowns, feeling as if there’s something else, but decides not to pursue it. “hmm, okayyyy… well, if that’s all, i guess there’s no problem. i’m gonna go eat now then!” oikawa waves goodbye, on his way to iwaizumi’s table.

and when he’s finally gone, is when you finally let all the tears fall. this is such a stupid thing to cry about… being kicked out of a lunch table? there are so many other problems you could cry about…

you go to the bathroom to splash some water on your face, eyes all puffy from crying. when you get back to your classroom, you see two of your friends, or… ex-friends. it’s just for a split second, but they run out the other side of the classroom, trying to avoid you.

what was all this even for? because of being friends with a boy you liked? you never even dated, so what harm was done?

you’re so many things; smart, athletic, quite awfully pretty as well. you have your own interests, hobbies, and likes. why do you have to be reduced to liking oikawa? sure, you did talk about him an awful lot, but never recently.

“why did everything go wrong?

all because i liked a boy?”

[agent-love-101]

Yandere Johnathon Ohnn Headcanons

an: I am quite bored and I'm very desperate for content of pre-collider spot/Johnathon, so I must deliver!! it may be a bit ooc and have a lot of my own interpretation, but it's a fun concept to imagine what he'd be like as a yandere! I might do regular headcanons and a draft of what I think he was like before the collider incident. also yay! experimenting with a new format!!

in comparison to his post-collider self, Jonathan is a bit more of a tame yandere, but due to one of his only friends being liv, he's still not a normal romantic guy. Sometimes he can think realistically and know that you and him aren't meant to be, but other times he really believes it.

he uses his intelligence to his advantage. He is fairly calculated in his decisions. He knows what he can get away with and exactly how to do it.

He knows he should steal your dull dirty clothes rather than your brightly colored ones because they blend in easier and are more likely to go unnoticed when missing.

he will also occasionally take a gamble and steal your comfort shirts or your pillows. you'll always find a new pillow in it's place.

it comes to a point where he can't sleep without the presence of your scent somewhere. he gets distressed whenever the scent of you fades from the stolen items he has, and he can't swap out the items.

He knows your usual pattern in the day, and what circumstances could possibly change the outcome. I wouldn't be surprised if he had a whole bulletin board hidden in his closet. Maybe even a whole shrine of stuff he has stolen and was able to keep.

he's still very capable of being a sweet and sappy romantic though.

He'll angrily and anxiously chew on his pens thinking about how to kill a man trying to get close to you,

But he will also use his lunch break to go and buy you a gift if he notices you're sad.

He'll comfort you or offer support when you're freaked out over someone trying to break into your home, all while being that person. Either it was an accident for you to come home when he's intruding and he was able to get away, or it was carefully planned out so that he can use that stress to comfort you.

he definitely gives off a nervous kind of demeanor when you engage with him— hands trembling, excessive sweating, stuttering, and such a goofy grin plastered on his face.

you might think he's nervous— and that could be part of the reason he's acting that way— truth be told he's excited. overjoyed that you're talking to him.

he'd hang out with you every second of the day if he could.

as for how he'd get rid of someone that he thinks will damage the relationship (either non-existent or genuine) can vary.

the thought of murder crosses his mind many times a day.

whenever you exchange greetings with a coworker, laugh at someone's jokes— he always thinks something bad is happening.

but it takes a lot for him to actually act upon it.

if it's a coworker of his he has many opportunities to stage work accidents. and sometimes the opportunity is so great it would be foolish not to act upon it. so he does.

nsfw continued below!

He also knows that towels go in the wash at the end of the day, but they have enough of your scent on them to help him "get off".

I think used towels are one of his favorite things of yours to steal and smell. They're clean but they also have your scent clinging onto them...and the implication that your nude body was all over it. huffing the scent as he fondles himself—the humidity coats his throat, it's almost like he can taste you.

and those pillows of yours? there's a multitude of reasons as to why he doesn't return them— the main one being what he does with it.

the cuddling isn't an issue. but sometimes he just cant help himself and he grinds against the pillow— sometimes clothed, sometimes nude. and it just wouldn't be right to return it afterwards!

if you're coworkers, sometimes after a conversation, even just an email reply, he has to excuse himself for a quick break in the bathroom to regulate him— and by that I mean stroking himself.

[bridgyrose]

sun summer maiden au either trans or fem sun

(I have some set up to do, so not quite summer maiden au, but getting there)

Sun looked at himself in the mirror with a frown as he adjusted his shirt. He couldnt quite put a finger on why his reflection looked wrong today, not like he had changed anything. He was still wearing the button up shirt with all the buttons undone, his favorite pair of shorts, and his hair was combed enough to make it look like he had been awake for a lot longer than he really had. 

He took his shirt off and put on a different one with no change. No matter what shirt he wore or how many times he changed his clothes, nothing felt right. 

“And you give me a hard time for taking so long to get ready,” Neptune said as he stepped out of the shower. “We’re going to be late for class again if you dont hurry.” 

Sun sighed and put on another shirt. “I’ll get to class, as soon as I can figure out what’s not feeling right for me.” 

“Are your clothes itchy?” 

“No, they feel fine. But every time I look at myself, it always looks… off.” 

“Maybe you’re finally ready to wear a shirt correctly,” Scarlet suggested. 

“Its not the shirt.” Sun pulled away from the mirror and started to finish getting ready for classes. “The shirt’s fine. Maybe I’m just overthinking it.” 

Neptune smirked. “Overthinking would require you to start thinking at all.” 

“I do plenty of thinking!” Sun retorted. 

“Were you thinking when you skipped class yesterday and ended up with detention?” Scarlet asked. 

“There was also the time you followed Weiss into the girls bathroom,” Neptune added. 

“And dont forget the bo-staff incident.” 

Sun rolled his eyes and picked up his pack for class. “I do plenty of thinking when I want to. Besides, lectures were never my thing and Weiss and I were trying to figure out dating plans. This is different though.” 

“Different how?” Neptune asked. 

“I… I dont know. Like I said, I think I’m overthinking it.” 

“If you’re done thinking about it, we should start heading to class.” 

Sun nodded and followed Neptune out towards class. His eyes almost seemed to venture towards each of the girls he passed as he took note of what they wore. Maybe he’d been spending too much time shopping with Weiss. She’d been trying to get him to change his outfits for months and every time he’d give a reason why he couldnt. He preferred having a bit of freedom with what he wore and he wasnt a fan of what she suggested. Though, he did have to admit that there were a few things he wanted to try. 

He winced a bit as he felt Neptune hit his shoulder. “What was that for?” 

“I was trying to ask if you’re really planning on cheating with Weiss,” Neptune answered.

“What? No, of course not.” 

“You’ve been staring at the girls for a while.” 

“I-I am just admiring how they look!” Sun lied. Well, it wasnt a total lie. He was admiring them, but not for that reason entirely. “Even here, most of them seem to take pride in how they look.” 

“I think Weiss is rubbing off on you.” 

“Probably not as much as you think.” 

“You’ve never cared about how other girls looked before.” 

I’ve always cared, Sun thought to himself as he continued to class. He never not cared, he just cared differently. Seeing what Yang and Arslan wore for combat gear did seem to make him question some of his own clothing choices among other things. Something he couldnt quite admit to himself. 

“I think I’m going to skip class,” he said as he turned around to walk back to the dorms. “Take notes for me.” 

Neptune reached for Sun’s collar. “You cant skip class again!” 

Sun stopped as he felt Neptune pull on his collar and sighed. “I’m not exactly in the headspace to listen to a lecture. Besides, there’s something I need to take care of.” 

“LIke what?” 

“I’ll be back by lunch. I’ll tell you then.” 

“Alright, but you better be in class.” 

Sun nodded and started to make his way back to his dorm, pulling out his scroll and staring at Starr’s name on the contact list. He hadnt seen his cousin in years and there was no guarantee that she would help him. Though he wasnt sure… wasnt ready to try to talk to Weiss about this. She’d either laugh at him or dump him for the thought. How else was someone supposed to react to hearing that he wanted to try something more feminine? Still, he finally dialed her number and put up a smile when he heard her voice.

“Sun, is everything okay?” Starr asked. “You dont normally call out of the blue like this.” 

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Sun answered as he rubbed the back of his head. “Actually, I wanted to talk to you about something. Mind if I come by your dojo?” 

“Dont you have class right now?” 

“Yeah, but something came up and I’m going to miss it. But that doesnt matter, I.. I do need to talk to you privately. May I come over?” 

“Sure. What’s going on anyway?” 

“I’ll tell you when I’m there.” 

“Alright, just dont bring trouble.” 

“I never bring trouble,” Sun said. 

—----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“What do you think?” Starr asked with a smile. “Because I think you look great.” 

“I’m… I’m not sure,” Sun said as he adjusted the wrapping around his, well her chest. Starr had her way with him and there wasnt much of a guy left in the reflection. The chest wrap made his chest look less flat, the makeup softened up his face, even the gi that Starr had picked out for him made his arms look slimmer than normal. “Everything feels… different.” 

“Its supposed to. I used my semblance to help you with your look, so you must really want this if it affected you this drastically.” 

“How long will this last?” 

“About an hour or two. Long enough for you to get a feel about all of this.” 

Sun nodded and continued to stare at his reflection. There wasnt a doubt that this was something that he wanted, and while he was happy he had a couple hours to see how he’d look, he still wanst sure if he was ready to take the plunge. While he was certain his team would support him, he was sure Neptune would give him a hard time about it. Then there was Weiss. After months of dating, he still didnt know she’d react to him wanting to become a woman. 

Starr smiled at him and rubbed his shoulders. “If you like this, I know a few people who can help. Though, you do have to be careful with Polaris. She’ll talk your ears off about the magic of the maidens.” 

“The maidens?” Sun asked. “From the fairytale, right?” 

“Those same ones,” Starr answered as she put away her makeup. “She swears the stories are real and that the magic the maidens hold can help someone transition. Something about shaping the body of the wielder to match their mind. But that’s all it is, a story.” 

Sun nodded but thought about what Starr had said. The maidens may have just been a story, but there had to be a bit of truth somewhere to it. And if he could find one, maybe they could help. “But Polaris can help, right?” 

“Yeah. She can either make some medicine for you to take to transition, or she can use her semblance to speed up the process… you know, whichever you prefer.” 

Sun smiled and pulled away from the mirror to give Starr a hug. “Thank you!” 

“Dont mention it. But please promise to come visit more often.” 

“I will.” 

[sourgreenlupin]

Sirius seeing Remus hurt

(537 words)

(just a lil idea not fully written out, if it does well i’ll probs turn it into smth!)

remus is bleeding out on the floor of the shack. james crying in the corner with his hand clamped over his mouth, and wormtail scittering around in fear.

remus wakes up to, most importantly, sirius sobbing and leaning over him. his shoulders shaking, breathing quickly, his hands clawing over remus’ chest.

less importantly, he’s in his own pool of blood and sweat. and his shoulder is twisted in a way it shouldnt be able to. and he’s pretty sure he’s a few centimetres away from his ribs showing through the gashes in his side.

‘sirius?’ remus cant hold his eyes open, but is sirius okay?

‘oh moony, my moony. oh merlin.’ sirius is heaving and still franticly moving his hands trying to find something manageable to fix, but everything is blurring together.

‘s-sirius wha- whats wrong?’

‘god moony sometimes youre so fucking dense.’

remus just stares up at him.

‘moony, fuck, youre kinda bleeding out into my hands right now,’

‘oh, s-so are you ok-ay?’ but sirius is still crying so remus moves his good arm to grasp sirius’ hand.

remus’ eyes keep falling shut and sirius keeps talking louder and squeezing his hand every time they do.

‘sirius, you need to leave pomfrey will be here in a few minutes’ jame’s voice is shakey and he’s clearly almost as messed up as sirius is.

‘i cant fucking leave remus here, he’s loosing so much…’

remus’ eyes scrunch up, ‘ i wasnt gonna live forever anyways padfoot.

‘remus fucking lupin do not EVER say some shit like that to me again.’ sirius focuses his energy on tying a tourniquet around remus’ midriff. ‘tell pomfrey you did that. cause you’ll be fine. and she’ll fix it when she gets here.’ sirius though seemingly more composed, is still sobbing heavily above remus.

theres blood soaked through all of their clothes, and prongs and wormtail are still frozen in absolute shock in the corner.

sirius leans down and kisses remus (just in case) and remus kisses back with every ounce of energy in his body.

remus’ is fighting to stay awake, not because he wants to. but because sirius wants him to. and he’d do anything for sirius.

‘padfoot, pomfreys in the hall,’ james having gained his composure and some sense of reason, finally stood up and was half under the cloak.

‘remus. listen to me. you stay awake. and you let pomfrey do whatever the fuck it takes to fix you. you make it out. and ill bring you lunch. understood?’ sirius gave remus’ hand a final squeeze as he prayed to whatever deity was listening.

‘whatever… you say…sirius.

‘padfoot ! get under !’ james and sirius crawl under the cloak together, and wormtail climbs into james’ pocket.

‘OH MY remus, remus baby, oh come here, let me get that’ the two boys and the rat make it just in time for pomfrey to run in and tend to remus.

sirius is pulled out of the room by james, but he doesnt miss remus’ faint plea.

‘ma’am please just let me go.’

‘oh remus. never in a million years.’

sirius’s hand flies over his mouth to stop the sob from escaping as james continues to pull him back to the castle.

[ghostmaldo]

˚☽˚｡⋆𓃦 ˚☽˚｡⋆ Jack Howl xGN!Reader —> Early mornings ˚☽˚｡⋆𓃦 ˚☽˚｡⋆

I kiiinda made this up as I went along if you cant tell oof. Ask box is open ^^ Enjoy. Theres probably spelling and grammar errors *Shrugs*

Slight warning: Mention of scars from a natural accident in childhood . Yes this actually happened to me. I have two little ones on my upper arm-

Ask box it always opened^^

Fluff

Playlist listened to during writing process: https://youtu.be/Yl8QnLRUDfE?si=MZZmCvgKiTy8_4zj

~Maldo

Golden rays of light begin to peek out from the dark crevices of savanna claw’s wheat colored fields. A soft comfortable breeze shifting through the reddened dirt piles. One white haired wolf stood in a little work out area of his own, just aways from his dorm room. He was drenched in sweat, panting heavily as he finished some of his final cool down sets. His gaze wavered a bit when he caught movement out of the corner of his similarly golden eyes. Presuming it was Ruggie come to complain to him about one of Leona’s antics. He was pleasantly surprised to find the familiar face of the Ramshackle Prefect walking towards him. Jack’s tail began to excitingly propel back and forth despite his face remaining in a neutral state.

(Y/N) waved excitedly, beaming a wide smile at him. Their cheeks were a little flush from the heat already beating down on them… and probably from their ever beating heart. They clutched the lunch bento close to them as they approached Jack’s small domain. They considered each other good enough friends after all they’ve been through together… Though to everyone’s else’s dismay the two were constantly and knowingly dancing around their painfully obvious feelings for the other. Ah well… what was someone to go beside watch in amusement until someone cracked.

“Good morning Jack.” They greeted sweetly. Jack nodded, a bit too eagerly at first but he realized the motion too late. A polite, “Morning,” came in response. He gingerly placed his weights onto the dirt, moving to have a seat near the base of tree providing plenty of shade. Jack motioned for them to come sit beside them, which they gladly took the invitation. Now cozy next to Jack, (Y/N) offered the bento box to him, holding it out in front of them for him to take. He peered at it blankly for a moment, his head tilting to the side in question.

“For you. Your probably hungry after all that running around.” They said with the same glee filled smile. He didnt say anything at first, but the eager wag of his tail told them everything they needed to know. And that was enough. He carefully reached out for the bento box, warmth radiating from the bottom of the box. Still warm and fresh… They must have gotten up early to make this… He thought to himself. If one were to take an x-ray of his heart, they’d find it melting eternally by such a caring gesture. Jack spent the next few minutes thanking them, then he opened the bento. Where he found an array of his favorite foods prepared nicely for him.

Jack devoured the meal in record time. Each bite was a refreshing wave to his exhausted belly. The pair engage in light conversation about things going on in their lives. Such as school work and spell drive games scheduled for the upcoming weeks. It was nice to catch up with him.

A moment of comfortable silence fell between them. Before too long, (Y/N) sensed Jack's bright eyes attentively staring at them… and they were correct in their assumptions. They meet the eyes of a concentrated Jack Howl. His eyes glued to somewhere they weren’t able to pinpoint by sight.

“J-Jack?”

He blinked, realizing he’d been starring Jack quickly averted his eyes. A slight blush formed on his cheeks. “Something wrong?” (Y/N) probed further. A bit of concern washing over their body posture. Jack abruptly shook his head, setting the bento box next to him and whipping his hands along his jeans as he cleared his throats. “Sorry, sorry, I was just… you… you have a scar on your hand-”

It was (Y/N) to blink twice raising one of their hands to the scar Jack was referring to. A thin line of discoloration along their knuckles. As soon as their hand was suspended in the air. Jack enveloped it with his own, examining the scar with keen eyes. It took everything for (Y/N) not to swoon directly into his arms.

“Its alright Jack, I fell in a rose bush when I was a kid. Lucky me I walked away almost unscaved. That’s the only scar I have from the incident.” They explained calmly. Enjoying every minute of Jack holding their palm.

“I see.” He hummed warmly, a curious expression over taking him seemed to memorize the size, shape, everything about the small infliction. His tail casually wavering back and forth behind him. “It… must have hurt.” He finally stated. It was hard to have such a crush on a man who was so adorable… and not even on purpose!

“Only for a moment.” The replied simply.

Jack gave a final grunt of acknowledgement. Untangling his fingers from their hand. He reached over to his water bottle. Had his face become redder? Or was that from the work out? (Y/N) pondered silently, already missing the warmth of Jack's touch. They pressed their hands over their chest, fawning over the moment. Another comfortable silence fell between them. Basking in the peacefulness of quiet morning.

Eventually, the pair did have to journey back to the dorms. Giving Jack enough time to take a well earned shower and walk (Y/N) to their first class. As a thank you for breakfast. Nothing more! Or so he says as his tail swooshes happily behind him.

[nanamissuit]

omg i cant get the thought of price having a teenager niece that lives with him when hes home.

like the kid lives with her grandparents most of the time because of prices deployments. maybe she has messed with wrong coping mechanisms like weed and alcohol. but when john noticed he helped her get back on track and compleat school well and lessen the common dumb shit she dose.

SOMEONE GIVE THIS MAN KIDS!!!!!

Kids - John Price

Warnings: None, fluff, Drugs/Alcohol, Abusive household mentions?

So anon you're so right. JOHN PRICE IS A GOOD FATHER!!!

Price had gotten home from a deployment and wanted to unwind and relax but when he walked in and saw his niece and mother sitting on the couch, he audibly sighed and rolled his eyes. 

“Can’t you just look after her for a month or two? You know how your sister struggles with drugs..” He sighed and looked at her and frowned. “Alright, fine. Tell Savanah I’m never doing this again though, whenever rehab lets her call.” His mother gave him a hug and nodded as she said goodbye to her granddaughter. Price put down his bag in the hallway and then gave his niece a tour.

“Alright so this will be your room, bland I know but I’m thinkin an Ikea trip and a couple of other stores?” “YES! You’re the best Uncle John.” She smiled as she placed her bag down and jumped onto the bed relaxing and pulling her phone out to call her friends. Price smiled only a little as he shut the door on his way out. 

Now it had been months since he got home so he definitely had some food shopping to do, and he realized he had no idea about what his own niece likes. He walked up the stairs to her room and knocked on the door.

“COME IN!” He walked in and saw her on her phone still, but this time on the phone with a couple of her friends. “Hey kid, I’m going to the foodstore. Here's my number to text me what snacks, lunch, breakfast, dinner I need to stock up.” “Okay!” He nodded and walked out and got his shoes and keys. 

He ended up coming back home with bags on bags of food, he sighed when he saw the long ass list he had to buy for her, but he had no problem as long as she was happy. He then placed bags down on the counter and started to unpack everything.

His niece came downstairs and sat at the kitchen island and watched him unpack things while scrolling on her phone, he broke the silence. “So, what grade are you in now?” “9th I just turned 15.” “Jesus, you are getting old. The last time I saw you, you were like 4.” “It’s been that long?” “Yeah kiddo time goes fast doesn’t it?” He spoke softly as he started packing things into the pantry and fridge.

“Uncle John you know you’re gonna have me longer than 2 months right..” John rolled his eyes and chuckled, “I assumed I was, you got school still or summer break?” “Break is just ending so I go back on Monday.” He nodded, and he asked for the address so he could see how far of a walk it was or if he needed to drive her. He ended up letting her decide to walk there when it was warm or hot out and if it was cold he’d drive her.

Now it has been a couple of months since she’s moved in, around 5. She decorated her room and Price got her a new phone and TV just because it made her happy. At this point he considered that kid his own. So when she came home drunk, he wasn’t too shocked, just a little worried.

“I’m gonna throw up-” “You’re over the toilet seat so go ahead I’ll hold your hair, I’m right here.” She then proceeded to throw up her guts into that toilet. And when she was done he carried her to bed and tucked her in, laying a towel on the floor and a bowl next to her just in case.

“You’re not mad right?” “No, we've all been teenagers once. But we are talking when you sober up.” She nodded and dozed off to sleep as Price got a phone call, it was her mother and he answered. “Oh hey John…” “Hello to you too. I’ve got your kid in case you care.” He scoffed at his phone and went out back to smoke while on the phone as his niece rested. “Well that’s actually what I’m calling about, you see…I’m as you can tell an extremely unfit mother. And uhm, you seem like a fit parent, so I’m taking it to court, I’m giving up my custody rights to you.” John nearly died, he wasn’t ready for this responsibility he’d have to quit his job unless someone watched her-. “What? Savannah you can’t just do that she’s your child plus I have a JOB. Who the hell would watch her?” “Our mother and father offered. Plus we have another sister who said she’s willing to.” 

John shook his head and sighed. “You’re awful Savannah, I would’ve fought you in court anyways this whole situation is fucked she’s 15. Do you even know anything about her life besides her name?” “I’ll miss my Autumn forever.” “You’re not even her mother to her, let me know the court dates I’ll be there. Bye.” John then hung up the phone and put out his cigarette and then he saw Autumn sitting on the couch waiting for him.

“How long have you been sitting there?” “Long enough to know you’re going to court, what’d you do?” John sighed and checked to see if she was a little more sober now and it seemed like she was so he dumped it all on her as best as he could. She did cry but she was so grateful that John would be her legal guardian, he’s been more of a parent then her actual parents.

Now it’s been around 8 months, John got custody and her mother was back in rehab. John was being deployed in a month so he was preparing the house for his mother to come stay at. “Do you haveee to go?” “Depends, you want a PS5 right?” “Yes..” “Then I’ll be back in 3 months.” She giggled at his joke and she went to go grab a snack, as she heard a knock on the door and opened it she noticed 3 very tall men.

“Hey uhm-I don’t think-UNCLE JOHN!!” All the three men looked at her confusion as John ran to the door to greet them. “Ah sorry, this is my niece Autumn, but I’d call her my daughter.” Autumn held out her hand shyly as she looked at all three of them as they all walked in and sat on the couch, she sat at the kitchen Island as John kept cleaning she got to know them.

“So you’re all in the military? But only Simon covers his face?” Simon smiled and responded “Right.” “So you’re an oddball?” “BE NICE.” She heard John yell. “I AM DAD-” John smiled to himself and noticed how she called him dad, he’s never felt so proud of himself before.

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HOLIDAY NIGHT’S.

Bob Velseb x Gn! reader

ohgoohohoho yes, hello tumblr i have decided i too, want to join the bob velseb x reader shenanigan's, this honestly was rushed, i have a headache and its a big owie but hey, whattya gonna do about it? also if you squint this could be lore idk

(also happy holidays:])

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It was the holiday season, store's and restaurant's rushed and busied themselves with holiday gifts and family meet ups, the expecting early closing of everything thru the nights so workers can go home to relax and enjoy themselves, except for a few. A man by the name of Bob Velseb who owned a small diner in a local town was one of the few people who were open for the holidays. It being his business, he can open and close his shop whenever he pleases, this holiday he had planned to close it like always, he has no family nor friends he plans on seeing.

But on your regular lunch breaks, you go visit and start chit chat with the man that runs the dinner, you spat out the idea of keeping the diner open during the holidays, there wasn't much thought to it, just an empty idea. Bob curious though, asked what you meant, you told him he might get more business with keeping the place open, some family's like to eat out as a holiday tradition and some cant afford a holiday meal so it could help out. Bob took that idea into consideration as he watch you take a bite of your burger that you would order regularly whenever you stop by.

Soon enough he eventually asked if you'd help him prep his restaurant for the holidays, that involved him buying a few decorations and you bringing a few of your own, you even brought your Christmas tree in which Bob helped you decorate, conveniently funny you had a little burger ordainment that had cartoonish eyes and a Santa hat that was chipped.

while thru the few days you both decorated, bob asked if you were going to stop by during the holiday, but like a sour note to his ear's you had said no. not exactly no, but just the case that you were busy, which either way made a pain in his chest, You were his top costumer, a favorite at that. so when you told him sadly you wouldn't be joining him for his holiday opening he was upset, though he hid it threw his hazed eyes and a forced toothy smile.

so when he saw you knocking and waving through the glass door to his business out in the winter wonderland, snowflakes barely grazing over your form, he was thoroughly surprised.

he dropped his rag onto the counter he was once cleaning and rushed over to unlock the door and ushered you inside, instantly noticing the redness on your cheeks and nose.

"Darlin' what are you doing here? i thought you said you were gonna be busy today-" Bob interrupted himself as you pulled out something from behind your back, your own smile plastered on your features, questioning himself if it warmed you just as much it warms his heart.

"I said toDAY, not toNIGHT, plus i physically couldn't hold myself back to give you your gift anymore." You handed Bob his gift, messily wrapped with snowmen littering across the paper, a red bow neatly tied in the middle, a card sticking out underneath it.

Bob took the gift hesitantly, like it was the most fragile thing in the world, his eyes were wide and his smile faltered for a second, fortunately you were occupied at looking at the clock.

"Not to mention its like 9:47." you stated, putting your hands in your pockets, poor thing you must be freezing, nothing but a heavy hoodie was keeping your body warm.

Bob snapped out of his trance at the motion, gift still held gently in his hands as his eyes met yours, his smile was now small but soft.

"Heh, didn't even realize, i've been working all day the time must've slipped my mind. time fly's when your havin' fun huh?"  The large man asked, furrowing a playful brow at you as he watched you roll your eye's but couldn't stop the small giggle that slipped between your lips.

"Shut up old man." Bob just chuckled as he walked behind the front counter, placing your gift down next to his rag as you followed pursuit, sitting down on a stool, putting your elbows on the surface cupping your hands to your face as you tried to gain feeling back to your fingers.

"Would ya' like some coffee? just made a fresh pot not to long ago." Bob asked, already getting you a cup as you nodded, grabbing himself a cup as well as.

your leg bounced up and down excitedly as the larger man finished and stirred up both of your beverage's, you hoped he liked his gift, you put a lot of work into it but you still couldn't help but feel like it wasn't the best.

anxiety nipped away at your nerves as Bob placed your cup in front of you, you watched as it steamed, the heat of it barely hitting your face but it still proved some warmth.

Bob looked at your gift, his smile almost faltering again but stopped as he watches you pushed the present towards him, happily chanting for him to open it, but Bob didn't want to touch it. He didn't want to ruin it, even though it was still packaged he thought it was beautiful on its own, the idea that you had gone out of your way to even think about getting him something was filling enough to his heart, but the lively present in font of him felt like the most delicate thing on  earth, the feeling that once its open it would lose its rarity.

"Y'know darlin' you didnt have to get me anything-"

"Of course I had too, you mean a lot to me and I needed to find a way to show you. Now shh and open your present."

you stuck your tongue out at the man in front of you as he laughed once more at your playful actions, ignoring the warm feeling that washed over him as you said that, he placed his hands on the silky bow, hesitant to open for a moment before taking the bow off only for the whole wrapping to come undone revealing a white box.

Bob snorted as he watched you bring your hands up over your face, a muffled scream met his ears before he covered his own mouth with the back of his hand to try to contain the laughter that was bubbling inside of him.

"It's the thought that counts sugar." he laughed at your deflated state before opening the box only to met with the vision of red.

"I hope you like it, it was my first time trying to crochet, so im sorry for some of the loose parts but over all I think it came out pretty good!" you squeaked out, hoping that the your friend agrees with you.

It took Bob a moment to register what he was looking at but in the moment you started talking it clicked, it was a red sweater. you had made him a red sweater. Pulling it out of the box to get a better look at it, his fingers were met with soft fabric that were knitted neatly together, the feeling lingered and danced on his fingertips as all he can do was just stares at the clothing.

At your view it look like he was staring blankly at it, did he not like it? did you mess something up? you can fix it if you have too! But sweet thing, the man that stood in front of you loved it, well, love wasn't even the right word to describe the feeling that weighed on his chest. It was overwhelming and it burned but it felt good, it felt golden a holy feeling is what he would say, if he were a holy man.

You sat quietly as you watch Bob put the sweater on, gently one arm through the hole and the same with the other, the skin on your lip falling to your lap as you picked nervously.

The sweater fit perfectly, in fact it was even a bit loose on the larger mans form, that made you feel a bit good about it, but maybe that's not what he likes. But you had to admit it did fit his aesthetics, his dark hair and messy stubble did fit well with the maroon color of the sweater.

You laughed nervously to yourself as voiced cracked underneath the weight of your nervousness.

"Heh.......D-do you like it?"

Bob looked at his signature smile and heavy lidded eyes were still on his face, but if you squint you swear you could see hearts pulsing in his eyes as he stared down at you.

"I love it, its very comfy, don't think im ever gonna be able to take it off." He said calmly ignoring the ravishing feeling that was chewing threw his nerves as he took at a sip of his now lukewarm coffee.

you sighed in relief internally to yourself, as you went to now take a sip of your own coffee the dryness that coated your throat was now clear when Bobs voice interrupted you.

"But-" he placed his mug down and gave you a small smirk.

"You do realize im going to have to get you somethin' now right?" you let out a annoyed groan as you threw your head back, like that of an annoyed child.

"I told you, you don't have to get me anything." you said glaring at him, but all he did in return was lean his upper body against the counter top, his smirk never leaving his face as he used his elbows to prop himself up.

"I think I said the exact something to you and what did you do?" once again he furrowed his brow at you as if he was interrogating you.

You on the other hand just grumbled under your breath and furrowed your own brows as you took a sip of your now cold coffee, hearing Bob chuckle to himself next to you.

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[beatcroc]

How do you feel about Theodore Noisevelt? As someone with ADHD I can feel it oozinf out of him so bad I love him so much

noise is the one guy i've kept intentionally 1-dimensional/ comic relief because i simply enjoy tormenting him too much and if i gave him any real depth i'd start feeling bad about it shjsdjsdf. also i dont even TRY to reconcile the unmasked 'just some guy' Theodore J. with noise's regular look because theres just way too much mental dissonance there. hes not allowed to be normal like that theodore j. isnt real he cant hurt me

i started trying to come at this one like 3 different ways and it turns out i have a lot of trouble organizing my thoughts about noise too. he sucks and i hate him. by which i mean hes great and i love him. I think he's one of the best examples of how to make a character legitimately fun and enjoyable despite being a horrible little shitlord with zero redeeming qualities. You just gotta 1: keep it light, 2:CRUCIALLY: make him funny, and 3: as a potent extra bonus in noise's case specifically, make him a huge fucking loser who is only /almost/ able to fully convince you of the contrary.

Point 1 is like 90% just because this game is funny cartoons and leans hard into that, and noise is like, the MOST cartoons out of everyone. like when i say unmasked noise haunts me it's because he does not feel like he should be A Guy. he is a Cartoon Entity. but seeing as pizza tower can also pull a surprising amount of gravitas when it wants to, that last 10% is really just that like. Noise isn't really actively mean? He is an absolute hellion but he's not Mean. More than anything he just wants to get a rise out of people, and though this often entails being destructive, none of his bastardry really does much lasting or large-scale damage [compared to, perhaps, lets say, pizzahead]

2 wraps pack into both other points; he's funny both because it's cartoons, and because he's a huge loser. A tangential point to both of those that fits here though is that he's fucking like pathologically obsessed with peppino. Which is really par the course for like half the characters in this game, and i do think at least half the reason he targets peppino so much is just that peppino is Incredibly Easy to get a big reaction out of, but it also seems like there's more to it that just that? and for noise specifically there's like zero logical reason for it??? He is, in nearly all walks of life, far better off than peppino, and yet. Here he is. Seemingly quite jealous and insistent on tormenting [and perhaps even imitating?] this guy who is realistically quite far beneath him. And like. Why. Don't you have better things to be doing mr. TV star? You literally have better things to be doing but this is what you're dedicating yourself to you fucking little weirdo. And it's not even like a genuine hatred! It's a bit! They're still like lunch buddies off-camera or whatever! I forgot where I was going with this im moving on

Point 3 is just. He doesn't have any fucking friends? You can kinda get the vibe of this normally but getting his campaign REALLY drives home how much emptier all his shtick is than peppino's. And this would potentially be kinda sad if not for the fact that 1. He doesn't care at all and 2. It is his own damn fault. for being such a such a petty little gloryhound. like for the most part the cast of this game is pretty befriend-able but noise is only particularly interested in being the center of attention at all times; and he will lie, cheat, and kill to make sure it stays that way. and again hes allowed to do this because its funny cartoons. and also because no one cares. its just like yeah, that's noise, he's our local bastard, whatever. he puts on so much bravado and no one is phased by it they all know he is full of shit. he never drops the act because GOD FORBID he not be the coolest and best at everything forever and everybody else just kinda lets him believe it and/or let him believe he has them fooled. there's also the occasional peeks that he hates but then like BRO WHY ARE YOU DOING IT???? YOU CAN STOP. NOBODY WOULD MIND!! IVE SEEN YOU HAVING CASUAL LUNCH WITH PEPPINO!!!! anyway. i think thats pretty much everything i wanted to say.

tldr: thank you funny cartoons