#i’m stupidly emotional rn

[lnfours]

doll | l.n

summary: ‘i’m not even joking when i say i’ve fallen in love w the way you write lando you have me giggling every single time and i love it - i’m not sure if your requests are open rn, but cld i request a lando x reader enemies to lovers kinda vibe? honestly whatever you wanna go with is fine but i need need tooth rotting fluff rn so maybe he has a nickname for her that only he uses and there’s a lot of oblivious-ness from both of them over the fact that they like each other :’‘)’ - @mars-dreamworld

warnings: fluff, language, enemies to lovers, female!racer, just overall a whirlwind of emotions. strap in.

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lando norris was absolutely, most definitely, 100% the most insufferable person you had ever met.

in the beginning of the year, mclaren had announced that you’d be joining the team as a third driver, and of course people men took it to social media to express how they felt women didn’t belong in the sport. that racing was a ‘real man’s’ sport.

and now you needed to prove them all wrong, prove you were worth your spot on the team. you know you didn’t have to, that it wouldn’t necessarily change people’s minds, but you worked hard to be here. countless sleepless nights, crashes, tunings, everything, was worth this moment.

and now it was your chance. oscar had ended up with an injury after a crash in one of the practice races over the weekend, ultimately giving you his spot until he was recovered.

you and lando hadn’t really gotten along. you had found yourself battling with him on the track, the two of you going head to head in the garage after practices. you had thought his ego and his sarcasm was unattractive, whereas he simply just saw you as a threat.

but, deep down, he had a soft spot for you that he kept buried under the fake hatred. he didn’t actually hate you, who could? he admired your hard work and dedication, but be couldn’t help but feel like you were trying to take his spot.

“what the fuck, norris?!” you yelled, throwing your helmet to the ground as you stormed over to him. he wore a smug look on his face that you would’ve found attractive if it weren’t for the fact that he felt the need to cut you off in turn 5.

“what?”

“are you thinking with your brain or your dick?!” you shoved his chest, but he didn’t move a muscle. he didn’t even budge, just looked down at you with those stupidly gorgeous green eyes.

“you’d know if i was thinking with my dick, doll.”

“don’t call me that.” you gave him a hard look and he put his hands up in fake surrender, shaking them like he was scared.

and that’s where it all started, that stupid fucking nickname. every time he said it, it made your blood boil, made you want to connect your knee with his crotch. now that he knew how to press your buttons, he wasn’t ever going to let you live.

right now, your face was red as your blood boiled, sitting in the drivers room as your leg bounced. the two of you had it out again today, the crew immediately separating the two of you and telling you both to knock it off.

the embarrassment from your crew telling you to quit acting like a child replayed in your head the rest of the day and as you sat in drivers room, and slowly your anger turned into sadness. you sucked in a shaky breath, trying to keep your composure, but you failed. the tear rolled down your cheek and you sniffled to yourself.

but of course, the door opened at the wrong time, causing you to wipe your cheeks quickly before looking at who decided to barge in. your eyes met lando’s green ones, which immediately softened upon looking at you.

“can i help you with something?”

he licked his lips, his brain going a mile a minute. why were you crying? was it because of him? fuck.

“i uhm,” he stammered over his words, letting out a breath before speaking, “are you crying?”

you shook your head, wiping your cheek on the shoulder of your race suit, “no.”

he knew better, though. the door closed behind him as he sat across from you, “you don’t have to lie, y/n.”

the way your name sounded rolling off his tongue with that stupid accent made your stomach do flips, but you refused to give in. this is what he wanted, right? pull you close enough to destroy you and prove to everyone that you’re actually not good enough to be here.

“why do you care?” you asked, an eyebrow raising, “it’s not like you actually give a fuck, so can you go somewhere else with your fake sympathy?”

he immediately got defensive, “what makes you think i don’t care about you? would i have run over to you the other day at practice when you crashed if i didn’t care about you?”

you thought back to last week, your car going into the barrier on the track. lando had seen the crash, immediately following the crew onto the track and ignoring the drop in his stomach. you had climbed out, shaken up but okay when he reached you. he grabbed onto your shoulders after you tugged your mask and helmet off, your eyes distant as he searched them.

“y/n?” his voice was laced with concern, “y/n, are you okay?”

you snapped out of it, meeting his eyes before you looked down at your body, “i think so…?”

he grabbed your face into his hands gently, turning your face side to side as he tried to examine you. the medics pulled up, rushing over to you.

“it’s okay, we’ve got it from here.” the female said to lando. he hesitated before he let go, letting them lead you over to the back of the ambulance to check you over. you looked back at him, the feeling of his hands on your cheeks lingering as they ushered you in.

you looked back at the brit, shrugging, “i dunno.”

he chuckled, but it wasn’t laced with humor, more like disappointment, “okay,”

“why would i think that when you’re always trying to prove that you’re better than me?”

he didn’t say anything, looking down at the tile floor, “because i’m threatened by you.”

you scoffed, “tell me something i don’t know.”

“no, you don’t get it,” he said, sitting up again, “i’m threatened by you because you’re good. you’re insanely good. you race well, you train hard, everyone here loves you, the fans. you’re an inspiration. something i’ve always wanted to be for someone.”

your attitude shifted, looking over at the boy across from you. he wore a sad, regretful face as he played with the zipper on his suit.

“you’re an inspiration, lando,” you said, “the little boy who dressed up like you the other day? the one who said he wanted to be just like you?”

he shrugged, “one boy compared to thousands of little girls who see themselves in you. i know i shouldn’t be upset, you’re literally changing history, but seeing it makes me wish i was someone like you.”

“you’re right, you’re not like me,” you said, moving to sit next to him, “you’re lando norris, the one who got P2 in your home grand prix a few weeks ago, the one who goes out of their way to say hi to literally all the fans and take pictures with them. you’re literally someone’s ray of sunshine.”

he smiled softly, letting you continue, “be like you. don’t be like me, lan.”

his head snapped up at the nickname, “did you just call me ‘lan’?”

a smile spread across his face and you let out a soft laugh, “i guess i did.”

he smiled back, “thank you, though. i needed that. and, i’m sorry for how i’ve been towards you.”

you waved him off, the smile still playing at your lips. you tried to bite it back with your lower lip tucked between your teeth. he swore his heart skipped a beat at the sight. you nodded your head softly, “we’re cool. just pipe down the ego a bit, yeah?”

he let out a chuckle. being this close to him made you realize there was a hint of blue in his green eyes, the short stubble growing back from where he had shaved his facial hair. he was undeniably pretty and you were getting wrapped up in him and distracted. he was doing the same, his eyes scanning over every single one of your facial features as he tried his hardest to memorize them.

you smiled softly, “why’re you looking at me like that?”

he smirked, “you mean the same way you’re looking at me?”

you blushed, turning away from him but his eyes were still locked onto you. you went to stand up, smiling softly at him as it was nearing the beginning of the next race.

“i’ll see you out there.”

he smiled, “see you out there, doll.”

you shook your head, letting out a soft laugh as you let the door close behind you, the nickname no longer making your blood boil but suddenly making your stomach do flips.

lando norris was going to be the death of you.

[lodien]

DD:BA EP8 LIVEBLOG!!! SPOILERS BELOW CUT!!

DEX DEX DEX DEX DEX YEAHHHHHH WOOOOHOOOOO I lowkey wish they kept him paralyzed

Putting him general population is just inviting death oh my god??

Matt and Heather need to break up they do not work together at ALL 😭 Also I feel like they’re trying to make Heather hateable bc “they’re the same animal” shit is just kinda annoying? I wish they would develop her perspective a little more or SOMETHING, because right now it makes no sense for her to be saying that? Like… objectively, she was dead without Daredevil. There is no world in which she wasn’t. It doesn’t make sense for her to be against vigilantes, especially from the angle she currently has.

I wish we had Wesley back he made everything better 💔���� Also why does EVERYBODY have amnesia regarding Fisk’s crimes? If he were a felon that turned “good” (or a Trump-like figure) it would work alright, but there’s nothing like that anywhere. I wish they would just address it at least a LITTLE bit.

Heather ignoring why Matt might be anxious about an EX MOB MAN knowing where they live, especially after the Ayala case, just makes her even more annoying? Do they hate this woman?? Also what does she have against vigilantes after Daredevil objectively saved her? I feel like Heather exists solely as a plot device, which sucks, because she’s like THE female character with the most screen time (maybe after Vanessa).

VANESSA KILLS SOMEONE 🥳🥳🥳🥳 God she’s beautiful

Matt’s eye rolls are so silly to me. Also him and Kirsten having a moment where they seem like friends! yay!!

Dex is so evil lmfao why would he do that 😭😭😭 Matt don’t do this. Matt don’t make the dumbest choices imaginable please 😭😭

“Is that on our schedule?” Daniel is growing on me. Can’t wait to see him die next season (I don’t think they’re killing him in ep9?)

Am I tweaking out or have they used a somewhat fisheye lens like twice this episode. I swear to god I’m losing my mind

Why are Kirsten and Matt finally getting to be friends on like… the episodes where he’s falling apart? Anyway I love her and he needs to stop abandoning his legal partners in the middle of cases

Matt’s umbrella is so stupidly large why is it like that

The way they made me actually kinda like Cherry more in a single scene than in the entire show so far is CRAZY. Him and Josie gained like +20 emotional investment points

Ooooohhhhh Matt’s losing his mind 😭 visiting Dex is objectively bad for you baby don’t do this… taunting him is crazy by the way

Matt is about to make a decision that everybody is going to hate him for!! Good for him. Also beating Dex up is crazy work

Why are Artemis/Arthur not the Stromwyns? Just functionally they work in the same way and it woulda been a cool nod to the comics

Vanessa in the blood red OOOOOOOOOO got me monkey brain

DEX DID THE TOOTH THING oh my god ew

Fisheye lens again I swear to God I’m not crazy they just did it again (also Bullseye color!! yay!!! I’m manifesting the forehead scar)

Matt is making so many poor decisions in a row I love this for him. Yes king implode yourself!!

“Matt you have been checking out on me…” immediately checks out. That is so funny. He is the Worst

Swordsman 😭 who is that. I’m losing my comic reader aura rn I have no clue who bro is

Shoulda made Powell say “Dere-lick my ass.” It would’ve been so very Disney of them and I would’ve loved it so deeply

I like BB and the commissioner…. I’m a fan

Matt Murdock conspiracy theorist is so fun he is so broken

Oh! OH!!! OH MY GOD??? LMFAO???? Matt bro it’s gonna be okay just walk it off you’ll be fine bro

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Why are they developing all the things I like at the very end? I actually have an understanding of half the cast that I didn’t have before, except it’s like… about to be over? Which sucks. But also, this episode was really good! Like, really, REALLY good.

[sunshinebingo]

idk if your request is still open but i’ll try my luck 😭

could you please do a gwynriel angst where they have to attend a friend’s wedding party and their friends didn’t know they have broken up and they were forced into a seven minutes in heaven game but instead of what their friends have expected, the seven minutes turned out to be tears and heartbreak

i’m feeling kinda sad rn and this idea suddenly popped into my head. If you couldn’t do it, totally fine

Hi anon!! My request is always open so please feel free to send me any suggestion you might have.

Thank you so so much for having sent this one. It made me cry a bit ngl 😂 I hope you like it 🤭

Gwynriel - 1.8k - No warning - Angst only

Read on Ao3 or below the cut

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Love is a losing game

Some said better to love and lose than to have never known love. Right now, Gwyn wished she had never known love at all. As she watched the two newlyweds dressed in lace and silks whiter than the roses that filled the small garden, their eyes sparkling with happiness and love, their laughs rising above that of the small party who had gathered to celebrate this new step in their life, Gwyn saw what she would never have. And she wished, more than anything, that she had never known what being in love felt like.

Her own bridesmaid outfit was a mockery of it. The ivory dress that Emerie had wanted her chosen sisters to wear when walking her down the aisle had seemed to laugh at Gwyn with every step she had made, blue bouquet in hand, towards the alter. It was all a cruel, sick joke and she hated it. Hated herself for having so stupidly walked into it.

“Hey,” Nesta’s gentle voice broke through her thoughts.

Gwyn turned to look at sister, blinking away the tears of anger that had started to fill her eyes. Nesta narrowed her eyes inquisitively. “Are you okay?”

No.

“I am,” she offered Nesta one the fakest smile she had ever forced onto her face. Gwyn shrugged at her sister’s silent insistence. “I’m just so happy for them.”

Nesta laughed and picked up her crystal glass. “You’ve always been the most romantic of the three of us,” she said, referring to Gwyn, Emerie and herself. Emerie and Nesta. The only true loves of her life besides her twin and her mother.

“And the funniest,” Gwyn added with none of the joy that usually accompanied her sass.

“And the sweetest and the smartest,” Emerie chimed in across from them, fingers entwined in her new wife’s.

Nesta hummed her approval. Gwyn wondered how long it would take for them to notice the walls she had built around herself to hide her misery. She hoped that the cracks forming in this wall as she watched everyone’s happy faces would not make the whole thing crumble before she could get far away from them.

An eruption of voices caused another crack to form. It got worse when Cassian’s boisterous voice called her name on the other side of Nesta, along with another.

“Gwyn and Azriel. It’s time to find out the truth.”

Gwyn tensed and blurted a, “What?”

She felt a wave of panic rising. Gwyn internally added more bricks to her wall. She slammed her hands against the cracks even as more tears threatened to bring it all down. She couldn’t be weak. Not now. Not in front of him. Not ever.

Not now. Please. Please.

“We need to find out if you two can spend seven minutes in heaven and keep things clean,” Rhysand explained across from Cassian, no doubt mistaking her dread for confusion. His words settled in Gwyn before she could sigh at the fact that no one had yet learned the real truth.

Only then, hours after having stepped foot here, did she look at him for more than a second. His hazel eyes were already on her. Gwyn refused to read any emotion in them. She could not bear anymore lies from him.

“Come on Gwynnie,” Cassian went on. “We already placed the bets. And I know I will win because Az hasn’t stopped looking at you.”

Feyre giggled next to Rhys. “That’s nothing new Cass.”

“I know but it’s different today. His stare has been...,” Cassian placed a finger on his chin as though he was looking for the perfect word. “...harder,” he finally added with a wink that earned him a laugh from everyone around the table.

“It’s probably the white dress,” Mor wiggled her perfect eyebrows at Gwyn.

A flush crept up Gwyn’s cheeks. Not because of the insinuation from the beautiful blond, but because there had been a time where she would have believed everything that they were saying. What a fool she had been. What a stupid, romantic, naive fool.

“Oh that pretty blush is promising,” Nesta teased next to her. “Come on.”

Before she could give any response, Nesta was out of her chair and pulling Gwyn up by the arm. Next to her, Cassian had already pulled a semi-reluctant Azriel out of his seat and was dragging him across the garden towards the small shed.

All words evaded Gwyn. All she could focus on was trying to keep herself together. She could do this. Seven minutes. She would be strong. For seven minutes.

“And no less,” Cassian exclaimed after pushing both her and Azriel in the shed. Gwyn stared at the closed door after the loud click of the lock sounded from outside.

The silence in the small dark place was louder than the faint voices on the other side. It stretched on for what felt like ten times more than seven minutes. Everything was so still around her that despite having her back to him, Gwyn felt Azriel lift his hand and reach towards her.

“Gwy-,”

“Don’t,” she took a step to the side before he could touch her shoulder.

“Gwyn plea-,”

“Don’t,” she said more firmly. Though her next words came out in a whisper. “Please, don’t.”

She turned around and faced him. She begged her heart to keep quiet and pleaded with reason to not abandon her. This situation seemed like a mirror of the last time that they had been in the same room. Suddenly, the last month faded into nothing. Gwyn felt like she was still in his living room, staring into his eyes and wondering why on earth she had ever trusted him. It was pity for herself that she had felt before she had stormed out of his apartment that night.

“Gwyn. Please,” he took a step forward and she took one back. “Let me explain.”

“What I saw was explanation enough,” she snapped.

“It’s not what you think.” His voice was laced with impatience. If she believed in his lies, she would have also discerned hurt in it. But it was probably a bit of wishful thinking from her part.

Gwyn let out a sardonic laugh. “And what would you have thought, Azriel,” she spat his name like it had become the hardest thing for her to say, “if you had seen me doing what you were doing with her.”

He ran a hand through his hair, pulling on the dark strands in frustration like he usually did.

“It was a mistake. A huge, fucking mistake. And I regret every fucking second of it.”

“A mistake...,” Gwyn tasted the word on her tongue. It was the same word he had used that day. That same word that she had turned around and around in her head for the past month while she had thought back on the years that they had spent together.

“This should have never happened, you have to believe me.”

“But it did.”

“It was a fucking mistake.” That godforsaken word again. As if saying it enough times would remove his involvement in the act he had committed. “I swear love, I never wanted to hurt you. She - ”

“She what?” her voice rose above his and made him freeze. “Did she force you to do anything?”

Azriel didn’t react. His silence was answer enough. And when he kept staring at her with those deep hazel eyes that she adored so much, with that same intensity that had made her lose her godsdamned mind so many times since she had first looked into them, her wall crumbled. Her strength to keep it up left her, running away to the darkest corner of the shed along with her resolve to keep her mouth shut.

“I thought that you would be the one to finally make me believe that I deserve this kind of love. But y-you...,” she wasn’t sure what to say except that she had to let out what had been plaguing her mind for a whole month.

“I trusted you. I...”

He took another step towards her but she stopped him with a hand on his chest. She ignored what touching him was doing to her. Ignored that she wasn’t the only one that had touched him and kept talking despite her voice coming out as sobs

“I never forced you to stay with me. You always had a choice. And you chose to hurt me.”

“I didn’t want –,”

“BUT YOU DID,” she shouted.

She didn’t notice the sudden quiet of the voices outside nor did she care. Azriel fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face. “Please, my love. This will never happen again.”

Looking at him like this made something twist inside Gwyn. Her whole body was trembling with anger and pain. An endless flow of tears started streaming down her face. How dare he make such empty promises after having ripped her heart out like he did.

“I know you still love me, Gwyn.”

She huffed. “Of course I love you.” There was no point in denying it. “I hate myself for loving you so much.”

Azriel grabbed one of her hands and brought it to his lips. “Please let me fix this. I love you more than anything.”

Another sentence that she had heard back then. As if trust could be fixed by simply snapping one’s fingers. As if those images that had haunted her for an entire month would disappear by simply piling new ones on top.

“If this is your idea of love, then it’s wrong,” she said, slowly removing her hand from his. She closed her eyes as she did so, knowing well that this would be last time she would ever let him touch her. Perhaps the last time she would ever let any man touch her. It seemed impossible in this moment that she would ever trust a man again with her heart. Not when it would always remain with the one kneeling at her feet. The sight was another mockery of the future she had dreamed for them. Another sick and cruel joke of life.

A knock sounded at the door followed by Cassian’s deep voice. “You still decent in there? Time’s over.”

Time wasn’t the only thing that was over. Gwyn was almost at the door when Azriel abruptly stood up and grabbed her wrist. Without even thinking, she turned around and slapped him so hard that the incessant knocking on the door stopped.

Azriel released her wrist and brought his hand to his cheek. His hazel eyes found hers again. His eyes were red and filled with tears, his expression full of something that she refused to acknowledge.

Since she had nothing left to say and so much more tears left to shed, Gwyn turned around and walked out, to somewhere she could mourn the loss of her heart.

[elysian-fawn]

hello ml!! just popping in to possibly ask for a valentine’s reading!! funnily enough, it just so happens to be related to my love and deepspace dr, so could i maybe get no. 7 and no. 9 for me w/ my beloved crow sylus?? :) tysm for this wonderful event, and hope you have the most awesome amazing wonderful valentine’s ever!

-signed, 🐦‍⬛ (for obvious reasons lol)

  . ۫ ꣑ৎ   . hai hai darling 🐦‍⬛ nonnie ٩(^ᗜ^ )و ´- throooowback to my brief stint in the lads scene bahahasdjfha i caught wind of it like this time last year when it dropped an english server ( version ? ) & ended up deleting it like a month later ,, but seeing the recent banner made me wanna pick it back up . . . bc um waow . . . a lot of shirtless men wow um . . . ૮꒰ྀི ́ඉ .̫ ඉ ꒱ྀིა

but also bc like last week men on twt were stupidly calling it a gooner game and that literally almost made me redownload it instantly out of spite LMAOOOOASFJIA i am a very spiteful person sometimes hashtag duality of woman (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)

i’m not in any way caught up to the the lads lore , but is he a crow or a dragon or ?? ૮꒰ྀི  ˃̶̤́ ﻌ ˂̶̤̀  ꒱ྀིა please do tell bc like last week this rly pretty art of someone’s human x dragon oc’s was making it’s rounds on my twt tl and sooo many people in the quotes were like this is so sylus coded LMAOAJFODJF

yap session over oh my god . . . when will i learn not to yap T T i do hope you enjoy your reading 🐦‍⬛ non ,, lmk if it adds up with what you have for your dr <33

⟡ what's their favourite way to express their love for you ? ⟡

𝒞ards ⦂ 𝑠𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠 ꒰ 𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑑 ꒱ , 𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑠 , 𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝑢𝑝𝑠 , 𝑡𝘩𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑠 ꒰ 𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑑 ꒱ , 𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒

making you feel special , like one of a kind , immediately popped into mind . he wants to literally make you feel like you’re the only person ever jadfhajdhf . it’s inadvertent on his end , but seeing the difference in which he treats everyone else vs you is really obvious 😭😭😭 like he’s a million times more patient with you , he’s soft around the edges , his voice takes on a more tender lilt when talking to or about you , etc . it's things of that nature that really make you feel singled out in the best most possible version of the term . 

you’re the exception , like your relationship and being emotionally vulnerable is something starkly different from his day to day , so he makes an effort to try and blend the two together for you because he doesn’t want to make you feel as though he’s hiding his relationship status ?? i dunno if that made a lick of sense T T

i felt called to include the song “ capable of love “ by pinkpantheress in here , like something in me was like omgie i'm getting this vibe from your overall relationship ,,, especially the lyrics “ . . . and i think i need a picture cause it’s never enough , to see you smiling in my mind . . . “ like he loves to make you smile , spoils you rotten just to catch a glimpse of it aahaahhfjahdjfhkhd like both in an emotional and material way , if he even catches you look at something for a second too long you’re waking up with it wrapped up in a pretty bow on your bedside table , showers you in compliments atop compliments atop compliments etc. etc. 

like capable of love is so you guys ,,, well not you guys more so him SJFISJDFGS like it’s genuinely speaking to me rn ABABABHDFBA like you’re it for him and he wants you to know that ,,, like if you were to ever break up there’s no moving on for him hashtag you have a yearner over here T  T

he loves surprising you , like that’s probably his favourite way of showing his love for you 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ keeping secrets , telling you little white lies to throw you off his scent when you start getting an idea that he’s getting you somethignisdnfsdn 

⟡ how do they feel about you deep down ? ⟡

𝒞ards ⦂ 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝑢𝑝𝑠 , 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 , 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠

“ . . . you gave me the kiss of life . . . “ was literally the lyric that played when i started trying to decipher the message and i fear that is literally it . like you breathed life into him , that’s how he feels deep down , turned him into this mushy sappy pathetic version of himself and he almost wants to thank you for it because it’s evidence of your love , proof that he can love and be loved . 

he feels very , very passionately about you . views you as his other half , the brighter side of his soul , his entire wooooorld awh (⸝⸝o̴̶̷᷄   ̫ o̴̶̷̥᷅⸝⸝) . you’re one of a kind for him for realsiez . you bring a calm to him that he’s never felt before , like your presence alone is soothing LOLLLL don't know why i got the image of like a cat clinging to one's side ,, maybe he wants to be clingy with you ?? 

OH EM GEEE TELEPHONES BY VACATIONS STARTED PLAYING & YAH !!! SO SO REAL !!! HE DOES FEEL LIKE YOU ARE A PART OF HIM !!! YOU’RE ALL HE SEES !!!! THERE’S ALWAYS A PART OF YOU HE CARRIES WITH HIM IN HIS HEART NO MATTER WHERE OR HOW FAR APART YOU ARE !!!!! so stinking cute awwwwww like he yearns and pines for you 🐦‍⬛ nonnie 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

songs that may resonate w/ your dr relationship ⏦ﾟ♡︎ ࿐kiss of life by sade ࿐telephones by vactions ࿐capable of love by pinkpantheress ꒰ MY FAVOURITE SONG EVER EVER EVER !!! EVEN APART FROM THIS READING PLEASE GIVE IT A LISTEN YOU WON'T REGRET IT ,, IT’S SO PEAK HASHTAG I'M PINKPANTHERESS’ NUMBER ONE FAN !!!! ꒱

[shima-draws]

Hi I’m here lying on my stomach kicking my feet up and asking you to tell us about your OCs. Go off queen. Ramble

SCREAMS anon idk who you are but I love you for this thank you……

So idk if y’all remember me mentioning that protag boy has a squad, and in that squad is a feral rabid little girl who’s also a huge powerhouse of magic. Protag boy calls her his little lotus and it’s the CUTEST fucking thing in the world. The entire squad loves feral girl very much, she’s like a daughter/little sister to all of them and they would all kill for her. It’s especially comedic when you see her interact with characters like Ezio who is normally very stoic and no-nonsense, but he’s SO soft around her and has the whole “I’ve only known her for a day and a half but if anything happened to her I would kill everyone in this room and then myself” attitude about her LOL. OR characters like mechanic boy who is kind of a tsundere and has a tough time showing affection…UNLESS it’s with feral girl. He will be Soft for her and for her only.

Feral girl is actually the fifth person to join the group, and Sage ends up joining them after she does, and they kind of end up becoming her main parental figure? I feel like Sage probably adopts her at some point, or at the very least becomes her legal guardian in some shape or form.

Anyway I’m also gonna infodump on mechanic boy a little bit. He’s got one of those infamous Tragic Backstories so he’s generally p closed off (compared to Ezio who just doesn’t really know how to Emotion so he’s emotionally constipated in general and not on purpose LMAO). He lost his leg due to an Incident which I’m not going to get into rn but after that he was given a prosthetic by his current guardian, who started taking care of him after that. He’s very close with her and all the people in her shop (she runs a mechanic shop where she builds prosthetics for physically disabled people!) so they know he’s got a weird Thing about physical affection. However when he joins up with protag boy, who has NO concept of what boundaries are, things get wild bc protag boy is stupidly, STUPIDLY affectionate in all ways, and mechanic boy freezes up and gets really flustered around him bc he jumps on him and hangs off of him ALL the time. But well. Eventually he starts getting used to physical affection (and realizes he’s actually severely touch starved lmao who would have guessed) so all the other members can start being physically affectionate with him too, and it’s VERY sweet 🥺

I love my kids sm I’m so so excited to actually get the rest of them designed…I’m currently working on mechanic boy’s design and then I’ll most likely do feral girl’s and Sage’s after his. They’re coming along! Slowly but surely!!

[lovelyelbowleech]

HELLOOOOOO!!!!!!! It’s me, hair anon!! Sorry this comment is late, as was my last one—I’ve been in gluten hell the last few weeks 🥲 but I’m here because this last chapter BLEW MY SOCKS OFF and I wanted to thank you profusely for it.

Like!! Ahhhhh!!! I don’t even know what to say! Okay no I take it back first of all, DING DONG THE WITCH IS DEAD 🎉🎉🎉🎉 That was so incredible and well-written. The way you framed it, through Katara’s pov, was absolutely brilliant. (I also LOVE the way you write her!! You nail the characterizations of everyone in the gaang so well.) I’m now ABSOLUTELY pants-shittingly terrified of what’s going to happen with Zhao and him potentially/probably(?) going after them now, but thank fuck Ro is dead. I also really love the cuddle pile you wrote afterwards; I felt like that chapter gave me emotional whiplash in the best way. I was borderline nauseous with anxiety for the first part of it, and then crying in the second part, and then the third part had me smiling through tears, lol. Gaang cuddle piles are one of my favorite concepts EVER and this was probably the most well-deserved one I’ve ever read in a fic. I hope they all slept well, or at least better than they would have on their own. :’)

Speaking of that second part. The “I love you.” I gasped OUT LOUD. I know Zuko didn’t mean it completely romantically (though that was obviously there too, come on Sokka, buddy?? “BUDDY”????? 😭 though knowing how stupidly in love Zuko is my guess is that probably still made him feel some gushy feelings, lol), but holy SHIT that was like a gut punch in the best way. I literally put my hand over my mouth. It was so much but in the BEST WAY again. It was completely deserved, and I definitely teared up reading it, even more than I had been from what Zuko had been talking about before, lol. Then Katara showed up and I teared up even MORE, and then the CUDDLE PILE,, AaaaAAAHHH,,,

Also I am NOT forgetting the other parts of the chapter. I am DYING to know what happens next. I’m worried sick for everyone rn 😅. Also Iroh is being such a sneaky bastard, and good for him (…?) but I do desperately want him to find out that Zuko is alive and theN know what happens next because there’s so much on his plate now that he’s actively interfering with FN politics again 👀

Anyways, essay-length comment over now, thank you SO much as always for sharing your writing and this story with us. It means so much to me and it’s given me so much joy. I hope you’re having a good day/night, and I am VERY eagerly (but also patiently) waiting for the next chapter 👀💖💖💖💖

Oh no, being glutened is the worst. 😩 I hope you are feeling better now.

Glad you enjoyed the chapter! And of course Ro getting what he deserved. It was a long time coming! That was a scene I had in my head since the beginning of the fic, so it was fun to finally write it! I will miss all the blood lust in my comment section, though. (although now there is Zhao to deal with...)

They all deserved a cuddle pile after all of that trauma, so I'm glad I could provide one 😂

Sokka is getting dangerously close to getting a clue now, but is still tenaciously hanging on to his obliviousness...

And Iroh is certainly dipping back into politics, it remains to be seen if he finds out about Zuko, and if it would change anything if he did 😬

Thank you for another wonderful comment! ❤️

[artemispt]

Babe I don't know if you remember me but we were dancing in my head a few days ago but rn I need help. A tragedy has befallen me. I cut my hair and it looks terrible and stupid and ugly and now it's the middle of the night and I'm stupidly crying because this looks so terrible and idk how to fix it and i cant stop freaking out all I'm doing is crying and I don't wanna call anyone because this is ridiculous why am I crying and freaking out over hair. I look terrible and feel so stupid. What should I do ???? I'm so so sorry for ranting unprompted but im so lost rn and i feel I'll drive myself crazy. I'm still so so so sorry (I think I'm getting my period) I feel unbalanced and very emotional

Hi! Oh no, you’re crying 😢 [hugs you] It’s not stupid!! I always feel insecure when I cut my hair. Did you cut it yourself? If you think it really looks terrible (the majority of times it doesn’t and we are just insecure), you can go to a hairdresser tomorrow. They certainly will help. I don’t know the length of your hair, but maybe you can find on the internet some easy and cool hairstyles to make. Hats, caps and beanies might be a good option too.

And the most important thing (that I know it is a SUPER cliché but…) hair grows 😊 It might look bad now but it will grow back!

I hope I didn’t upset you with my advices! (Btw I’m also on my period 😅)

[harryfeatgaga]

Okay so.....I will try to keep it short and simple but no promises 💀 so I work with this couple. And they are ok for the most part (although they do be getting on my nerves quite frequently at work but whatever). But they are always a little too open about their personal lives. Like last year I went to the wife’s b-day party and she got so drunk she started getting all emotional and crying and she spilled all of this info about how they both used to be meth addicts and that the husband was abusive and shit back then 😭😭 they are also very open about how they are bi and polyamorous. Now I am bisexual myself (although I don’t really talk about that shit at work cause I just don’t consider myself that close to my coworkers 😭) and I don’t judge but myself???? Personally????? I just couldn’t be in a poly relationship/throuple. I’m way too jealous of a person honestly.

Anyway, Sunday after work my cousin (who also works at the same place) stopped me and we talked for a bit and she told me someone had a crush on me. Now tbh I kinda already knew this, but it was so much worse hearing it (his random jokes and comments are sometimes too flirty but I usually brushed it off). But she told me the husband has a crush on me............😭🤢🤮 LIKE..........I LIKE TALKING TO THE GUY SOMETIMES BUT I DO NOTTTTT LIKE HIM LIKE THAT AT ALL 😭😭😭 PLUS HE’S LIKE 15 YEARS OLDER THAN ME AND HAS KIDS SO LIKE?????? NO??????????? I REALLY JUST AINT INTO THE GUY LIKE THAT OK PLUS IF IM BEING HONEST HES NOT THAT GOOD LOOKING AND THERE HAVE BEEN A COUPLE OF TIMES WHERE HES GOTTEN TOO CLOSE TO TALK TO ME AND IVE NOTICED THAT HIS BREATH STINKS SO 😭😬💀

Now the wife has never said anything flirty to me or ever given any indication that she likes me like that. And from the way my cousin was talking to me, she ain’t interested in me like that (thank god). Like, we’re coworkers and that’s fucking weird plus again, for me I just can’t do a whole throuple thing or whatever and I have ZERO attraction to the guy 😭💀 and idk it’s just been awkward seeing him at work the last couple of days now but what’s REALLY been bothering me is that he’s basically trying to invite himself along AS MY DAMN DATE to this event that I want to go to with JUST my family and friends. I think he found out about it bc I was (stupidly) talking about it with another coworker who wants to go (not with me though). Idk.......I’m just thinking I should have fucking quit this damn job a long time ago tbh 💀 but I guess the advice I want is HOW TF DO I DEAL WITH THIS?????!?!?!!?!!!!! Like........I want to make it clear in a polite but VERY FIRM way that I am Not Interested™ in him that way 😭 but I’m seriously not a confrontational person.......I don’t want to go to HR cause I’m not trying to make this a whole thing nor do I want anybody to find out it was me who reported this.....I can’t fucking lie and say I already have a significant other bc MY STUPID ASS ALREADY TOLD ANOTHER COWORKER WHO ASKED ME IF I WAS DATING ANYONE THAT I WAS SINGLE........IN FRONT OF HIM!!!!!!! UGGGGHHHH IDK PAIGE I HATE MEN AND I WANNA K*S RN 😭😭😭😓😓😓

Anonymous asked: Me: “I’ll keep it short and simple”

Also me: *sends you a whole ass book*

😭😭😭 IM SO SORRY BUT IM STRESSING HERE A LITTLE BIT 😭😭

OH. MANSDJCNBFHJV I would just straight up ignore them tbh they are just random co workers you dont owe them anything and who cares if you said your single if he or the wife are weird and ask about it just say you have a bf/gf or whatever there not gonna know either way! and just avoid them at all costs as much you can! good luck bestie! I work with a lot of weirdos too I seem to attract them you just gotta void and be stand offish if you have to!

[mistlitmoonlight]

ok ok so this was posted at like 9:30 my time but i only saw it at 1:00am which is not normal human awake hours so I decided to read it and then give my thoughts at a more reasonable time.

Off Top Brain Thinkers: WTF, THIS WAS SO SOFT, AND SO SWEET, I AM MELTING ITS WONDERFUL I WANT THIS TATTOOED INSIDE MY BRAIN.

One: hes so soft 🥺 and just the way minho takes care of mc is so soft and so HIM. and the descriptions of loss? it feels so real like I’m feeling that pain too. and i now dislike mark i dunno why we broke up but mark you are a terrible person. (not all marks are bad i hope) also minho teasing?? i would laugh like right there too. so sweet. im not ok. i want a minho of my own.

Two: again emotions? so real? they feel so perfect and they are so descriptive and i just feel them like my own (im running outta words its too good). minho being nice and just absolutely changing the course of the convo and he really somehow manages to do it (i could never) and the teasing? god this reminds me of my friends and minho sharing his food im going to die rn please. this soft fluff. atp idc if they get together this is so good. and minho peeling the shrimpies? pour moi? i think im in love. also taylor swift heartbreak music? wonderful.

Three: AGAIN the intros to each section are so gooooood???? i feel everything, its just so well written. and minho just dragging me to grocery store bcs im sulking like an idiot and letting me buy junk food??? and minho making me fooooooood???????? im in love and i want to eat the food. seafood pasta sounds so good rn. i wanna eat it so badly. and minho’s care is so him. you don’t notice until you do and once u notice you cant help but not see it everywhere.

Four: minho getting upset about me not listening to him when id probably stare into his eyes and forget what he said. but then again im sobbing after a breakup so that also makes sense. and seungmin being at the bottom of minhos tierlist is so real, the ones at the bottom are the ones he cares for the most (only saying this bcs divorced couple is my bias line)

Five: I need to stop because imma end up writing a 20k essay about how good this was so……

Six: I love besties to lovers and childhood friends to lovers and enemies to lovers because it involves deeply knowing someone, all of their flaws too (yes this applies to enemies to lovers, they gotta know howta tick the other off ofc) and just loving them regardless. Minho loving mc despite her throwing up after alcohol or leaving chips crumbs on the couch is just so sweet. (and in my brain, if someone saw me like that i wouldn’t believe they’d love me but i love my friends so much for all the dumb shit they do so….)

Seven: and now idk how to fit this into eighteen but imma try bcs i will not give up on the fact that they are in the same universe. so i headcannon this takes place a little after eighteen (maybe minho getting his masters degree) and seungmin and eighteen mc are already stupidly in love and have confessed

Eight: ending it here saying that this was amazing and i loved it with all my heart.

labyrinth — lee minho.

trope. best friends to lovers. college au. slow burn. angst. fluff. a story on second loves.

synopsis. sometimes, the path towards healing involves not only mending your heart but trusting in the love of those who have been there all along, or alternatively, in which lee minho teaches you to love again

word count. 20k words

warnings. drinking, mentions of vomiting, curse words, intoxication, the aftermaths of heartbreak, not feeling good enough

note. hello it’s me again! have this semi self-indulgent lee know fic i wrote

one.

When Mark breaks your heart in the first weeks of summer, Minho doesn’t say “I told you so”. Instead, he becomes your gentle refuge, sitting still and letting you cry on his shoulder. 

He’s careful to touch you, doesn’t want to shake you out of the pretense of composure you’ve built for yourself. Though, it only takes a brush of his hand before the inevitable scrunch of your face that follows into a sob. His hands pull your waist closer, running soothing circles down your back.

You bruise yourself for your naivety. 

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[haitani-plague]

and suddenly the turmoil is worth it

[kirkwallgremlin]

do you ever love your own oc so much it feels like you can’t hold all the love inside you

[marzzrocks]

i so need a hug rn, please put me back together in a tight embrace like it’s going to fix everything

[embracedthevoid]

I just want to say, I’m so happy that I found this TV show and got to meet all you lovely people. I’m stupidly emotional rn like I’ve once again regressed into my 16 yo 1D fangirl days. But I’m not even mad about it. I love you guyssss

Season two babes 💖

[3laxx]

Maternal Feelings

There she was.

Her tiny granddaughter.

She had a bit lighter skin than Luz and just about Amity’s hair color. And she was so damn tiny.

Eda found herself getting scared, suddenly. This was a really small kid. This was like, a stupidly small child. She would not hold that baby for any number of snails.

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Eda meets her newborn grandddaughter for the first time.

I don't know man I'm just chucking out words rn like I'm running from something.

But I had this thought of Eda meeting a very small child and my stupid brain was like "We can do that instead of sleeping" xD

So yeah, have this incredibly fluffy oneshot about Eda coming to terms with her Momma feelings and adjusting to being a grandma.

I just really wanted Eda to get emotional over a baby

Don't even ask Idk

Have fun reading! <3

Ao3 / FF.net

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Eda had never been the most maternal.

Not in her youth, not when she had found King, and not when she had sort of adopted and sheltered Luz until she had graduated and been able to stand on her own two feet.

Not when King had taken her name and not when Amity had asked her for Luz’s hand, which had in truth just been a mockery of her parents’ traditions and had given Eda nothing more than an excuse to drink some apple blood with her future daughter-in-law.

Of course, she had seen Luz as a daughter at some point, had called herself her mother, had cared for her.

She had made their meals, had helped Luz with the homework – even if that had disgusted her – she had taught Luz and King everything she knew, she had tucked King in, cared for Luz when she had gotten sick or sad. She had of course done everything in her power to make sure her kids were content and happy.

That didn’t mean she had felt as though she was a mother. She had liked pretending to be the sort of crazy aunt, in charge of all the bad decisions.

But she had never seen herself as maternal.

Well, she supposed that came from not really setting any rules. When she had been younger, she had always been under the impression that mothers had to set rules, educate their children, and raise them. She had never really raised King or Luz.

She had just sort of made them laugh, given them food, and then they hadn’t left anymore. Like the free-loaders they were. Kind of like pests, actually.

It had always made them laugh if she had called them that. It had made her laugh.

Because she loved them, of course. She didn’t know love alone could turn her, the irresponsible, free-spirited wild witch a mother.

She supposed she had been a mother for King and Luz. Without setting rules, without all the raising stuff. She supposed her kids had turned her the littlest bit maternal.

Was it normal for friends to stay up at night and change the cold applications on Luz’s forehead in the hopes of bringing her fever down? Was it called caring and loving when she went out of her way to get King’s favorite toy, to get Luz the food she could actually digest, to make sure King was free of fleas and bathed and tucked in at night?

Did it make her a mother if she risked her own life to ensure they could lead a happy life?

Eda never knew the line between loving, as friends, and maternal.

Raine had started calling her out on her maternal feelings once she got the littlest bit protective of Luz.

Well, it wasn’t her fault that everything made her jump after Belos had almost – had, in fact – killed Luz on the day of unity. It wasn’t her fault that she woke up at night in a cold sweat, rushing to check on her daughter in the room next to hers sleeping peacefully, only to return to a sleepy Raine dazedly grinning at her with a smug, shit-eating expression of “Told you so”.

Every time, they would roll over their mattress in her nest and wrap an arm around her waist and tell her she was such a sweet mother.

Well, she was. She was the Momma of the Owl House.

But maternal?

Eda supposed she was.

After all, even if friends would do the same as her, a mother would make sure everything stayed safe and protected in her house. Making sure there was food on the table that Luz could eat. Making sure King was feeling loved, despite having discovered his past.

Making sure Luz had all her school materials, spending money on icky, stupid books. Giving her an allowance. Keeping her and King safe.

Well, Eda had never really tried finding a definition for maternal. All the love she had gained for King and Luz had just been that to her – love. And it had been enough.

She had loved calling herself Momma and had loved treating Luz like her daughter and King like her son, and she had loved calling them her kids. She just supposed the word itself – maternal – didn’t exactly describe what she was. She, herself, as Eda the Owl Lady, the most powerful witch on the Boiling Isles, an agent of chaos and the most daring criminal history had ever seen.

She had just assumed a mother wouldn’t call herself these titles.

Seemed like her view of a mother had been wrong.

Any person could be a mother, a parent, a father, or anything remotely close to this. And she supposed, caring for Luz and King, taking them in, giving them food, kind of did make her a maternal person, while never losing her pride as a criminal and generally irresponsible person.

A mother.

Well, whatever a mother was, or whatever maternal feelings were, or whatever she defined herself at and whatever she did for Luz and King.

Here she found herself, fidgeting next to her spouse, her excited teenage son in tow who was already towering over her height, in front of the healer’s coven building.

Whatever a mother was, she would probably feel that way. Well, Camila – Luz’s other mother – next to her other side was buzzing in excitement just as much as she was. The two women exchanged a glance before Camila gave her a small smile and she felt Raine taking her hand.

King gave a groan when he finally placed his claws on Eda’s and Camila’s shoulders and pushed them up the three steps into the main entrance, rolling his eyes.

After Belos had been taken down – after he had actually very much killed Luz, Eda had just brought her back to life – Luz and her friends had taken on graduation while the Boiling Isles had experienced a change in the government. Covens were no longer used to steal or limit magic. Instead, they had been used as a way to form a working parliament, with an elected group of government heads. After the gang had graduated, Luz had worked towards getting a way back home while helping establish a stable government form from the makeshift temporary one they had managed to create after Belos’ defeat. Luz had actually helped them quite a bit by telling of experiences made in the human realm, where politics were apparently a lot more twisted than here on the Isles.

Eda and Lilith had been elected as part of the group forming the government, even if Eda had dropped out after one or two periods, while her sister had taken charge like it had been the most natural thing for her.

Discovering that politics hadn’t really been up to her alley – she was way more interested in rebellions than anything else – she had begun building a legal business since she didn’t have to fear being captured anymore. It had gone pretty well.

Raine had started working in the government as well as Amity, while Luz had started working to mastering all forms of glyphs she could find, admitting her studies to the academics, and shortly after, had been offered to become a teacher at Hexside by Bump to teach magicless witches and demons glyph magic.

After traveling the Isles and working on her studies, Luz had accepted and finally settled down with Amity. It really hadn’t been a surprise to Eda when Amity had come to her and Raine with a ring and asked them to marry Eda’s daughter.

After already asking Camila that is.

Eda faintly felt King pushing her into the cool building that smelled like disinfectant – a nifty cleaning drug from the human realm that Luz had introduced them to – before hearing herself asking the receptionist where the room of the Noceda-Blights was.

A kind of bored-looking demon sighed and looked the room number up in the list, before pointing them in the direction. Again, Eda’s feet felt like they had been planted into the tiles below her.

Only after Raine gave her a light push, she moved again.

So, the world now had some sort of order. Nobody was forced into covens anymore, and the coven seals had been removed, setting the magic free again.

Raine and she had married shortly after her daughter had accepted Amity’s proposal, and now, ten years after Luz had first set foot on the Boiling Isles chasing after her book, Eda found herself feeling more maternal than ever. Whatever that meant.

Her hands were fidgety, and not even Raine’s steadying grip could calm her. Camila tried not to look around too much, even after so many years of knowing the Boiling Isles and having visited her daughter regularly, she still wasn’t used to all of it.

Stopping in front of their room, Eda tried breathing through. King sighed again, but Raine shot him a glare and he shut up. At least her spouse understood that this was a big step for her. Looking to her side, Camila tried another smile and Eda nodded at her.

“If you want to, you and King can go ahead. I’ll-… I still need a minute.”

More than willing, Camila accepted. She knocked, and upon hearing Luz’s call, she stepped in. Eda shuffled to the side to let King through, so he could duck through the doorframe and maneuver his broad shoulders in without hitting anything. The door closed and Eda breathed through once more, feeling Raine’s grip tightening.

“How do you feel?”

Shooting them a grin, Eda turned, shrugging and trying to play it cool, “Old, honestly.”

Laughing, Raine pulled her aside to the row of chairs and made her sit down.

“No, I mean, how do you feel about Luz and Amity?”, they tried again and Eda sighed, staring at the blank wooden door with the small eighteen next to it.

“… Proud. I’m proud of them for making this commitment.”, looking back to Raine, she added, “And kind of scared. I haven’t really been the most-… Well, involved.”

Unimpressed, Raine lifted an eyebrow.

“… You’re kidding, right?”

Groaning, Eda shrugged again and leaned back, before closing her eyes, resting her head against the wall.

“I-… I never made the commitment they made. King has his father and Luz has her mother. I was more a friend to them than a mom. Sure, I liked seeing myself that way, and they liked seeing themselves as my kids, but-… It was fun having them. King had always been mostly independent and Luz was already a teenager when I met her. I’ve never-… Well, been around-…”

Raine softly placed their hand on Eda’s hands that she had folded in her lap and when she opened her eyes again, the gaze of her spouse was humored.

“Come on, Eda. How hard can it be to be a not-grandmother?”, at the joke, Eda groaned, “It’s not much different to being a not-mom to your kids.”

Grumbling, she got up again before straightening her back and nodding.

“You know what, you’re right. That kid is family now and whoever the hell cares what a mother or a grandmother is.”

A little confused, Raine got up after her and pumped a fist, albeit half-heartedly.

“That’s the spirit?”, they laughed and Eda huffed, before knocking and getting her own call to be let in.

The room was warm and humid. Eda let in Raine and quickly closed the door after them, not to let too much of the warmth escape, before turning back to her daughter.

Luz looked tired when she approached them.

Well, that wasn’t a surprise, given that she and Amity had arrived in the hospital two days ago before their little daughter had been born just this morning in the earliest hours. She had probably been awake all this time to be there for Amity.

Giving Eda a big hug, she nuzzled her face into the crook of her mother’s neck, before deeply breathing out. Eda could tell that Luz had just overcome a big step for herself.

“… I’m glad you’re here…”, she breathed and Eda wrapped her arms around the now-grown woman, tilting her own head into the embrace. The younger witch snuggled close while Raine squeezed past them to join Camila and King around the crib next to Amity’s bed.

Eda tried so hard not to cry.

This was a happy occasion and she would sure as hell not shed a tear about this. Just when she pressed a little kiss to Luz’s head, a tear rolled into her dark curls as well. Well, there went this promise.

“I’m proud of you, kid.”, she whispered and Luz held her tighter, smiling against her neck, “I’m so, so proud of you. If you ever need some help, I’ll do my damn best to provide.”

Sniffling, Luz nodded, before parting from her.

The exhaustion was evident on her face. She wiped her cheek before Eda placed a hand on her shoulder and caught her gaze. They exchanged a silent smile, then she looked up and around her daughter to her future daughter-in-law on the bed, obviously exhausted as well.

Amity gave a small wave, but it was obvious to see she was under the influence of some strong sedatives. That was the logical thing to do, Eda supposed, to keep her from acting protective over her child while all her family and friends wanted to meet the newest family member.

Witches only carried six months until giving birth, before incubating their pup for another three months. Which was why this room was so damn hot.

But upon giving birth, new mothers would also become a lot more protective of their pups than humans would. Luz had been new to all of this and Eda had had to educate her on the reproduction of witches, because Amity had been too busy laughing. Well, Eda had laughed as well, but not as hard as Luz’s fiancé.

Looking back to her daughter, she finally noticed the bandage she was wearing around one hand. Smirking, she gestured to that.

“Don’t tell me your weak nerd arms gave in.”, she joked and Luz huffed, rubbing the bandage with the healing sticker.

“Amity just had to transform her hand into a damn abomination while in labor. Seriously, who even does that? She sliced my hand right in half.”, grumbling, she looked back to her fiancé and gave her a small smile before looking back to Eda, “I almost missed the birth because the healers had to patch me up first. But there won’t even be a scar because they had my hand reattached just a second after it happened.”

Still grinning, Eda punched her shoulder, then Luz leaned closer to her, lowering her voice.

“Just don’t tell Mami. She’d lose her cool.”

Shaking her head and laughing, Eda walked past her.

“I won’t, don’t worry.”, after making her way around the bed, she sat down on the edge and caught Amity’s dazed gaze, taking her hand after permission, “Hey Minty. How’re you feeling?”

“… ’M good.”, the young witch slurred, trying a small smile, before breathing through and looking to the side where she kept her pup in view, “… Tired.”

Eda nodded, cupping her hand with both of hers, before softly patting the back of her hand.

“Lily will be here this afternoon to look after you two. Your siblings are still in Latissa on Government business, they asked me to tell you because they couldn’t get a hold of you. But they’ll be back tomorrow.”

She could tell that was a lot of information for Amity to process so she made a note to tell Luz as well. Leaving the witch to try and observe the room again – probably to make sure it stayed safe for her pup – she turned to the crib now finally.

There she was.

Her tiny granddaughter.

She had a bit lighter skin than Luz and just about Amity’s hair color. And she was so damn tiny.

Eda found herself getting scared, suddenly. This was a really small kid. This was like, a stupidly small child. She would not hold that baby for any number of snails.

Camila seemed a lot more comfortable around the baby, though. She had respected Luz’s wish to leave her in her crib for the time being, so Amity could get used to so many people around her pup so suddenly, but she was already reaching in and brushing the tiny thing over her cheek.

Well, okay, that seemed easy enough. Eda could do that, someday, when the kid was like twelve or something.

King and Luz were talking about something while Raine looked just about as amazed by the small creature as Camila was.

Sensing their amazement and figuring that Raine didn’t exactly have that much experience with children, either, Camila took the hand of Eda’s spouse and guided them down into the crib, brushing their knuckles against the incredibly soft skin of the baby’s cheek.

Amity didn’t even flinch at that. Either the sedatives were really strong or she felt incredibly comfortable with the people in the room. Looking back to the young witch, Eda confirmed the latter. Through half-lidded eyes, Amity was leaning back against the pillow, her other hand that was not held by Eda draped across her belly, while she was calmly watching Camila guiding Raine’s hand against the infant’s cheek.

She wondered how much Amity had actually adopted Luz’s family as her own once her parents had been imprisoned for their crimes against the public.

Judging by her calm reaction, she didn’t mind them being around her and her loved ones in the slightest, even in the now starting incubation period. Finally, Luz leaned around King and reached into the crib to lift her little daughter up and cradling her close to her chest. The baby didn’t even wake up, which made Eda chuckle.

“She’s got your sleeping habits, kid.”

Amity’s hand in hers shook when she started laughing alongside the older witch and Luz flushed in deep red when her mother confirmed.

“Sometimes, not even me shaking her would wake her up to school.”, Camila added and Luz huffed, bopping the infant in her arms.

“You guys are being mean to me in front of my daughter.”, she tried pouting, but King deadpanned.

“In front of your sleeping daughter. She won’t hear any of this.”

They started laughing again while Luz couldn’t suppress a little smile herself while looking down at the infant. When they had all quieted down a little, Luz pressed a soft kiss to her daughter’s forehead, before approaching Camila. Shooting a gaze towards Amity first to ask her permission, she then placed the baby in her mother’s arms and kept her hand cupped on the baby’s head, smiling.

“That’s your abuelita, mija.”, Luz mumbled softly and Eda almost felt her own heart breaking with the light sniffle Camila gave. After all these years of calling Luz her mija, Luz starting to use that label for her own daughter now made the human tear up.

While Camila greeted the little pup, Eda turned back to Amity whose head was softly nicking every time her eyelids fell. She had to be exhausted.

Tugging on her hand, Eda got her attention, then she lightly pushed the crib away to get up and adjust Amity’s pillow for her.

“C’mon, let’s get you lying down. We’ll take care of your pup.”

A sleepy gaze crossed with Eda’s but before Amity could object, the older witch was already adjusting the settings of the mattress to be flat again, before helping Amity lie down on her side.

“You can stay awake for as long as you want, but you should be comfortable with it at least.”, shooting her a grateful gaze, the younger witch yawned, then she adjusted the blanket around her future daughter-in-law and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, “Don’t worry about your pup, okay? Luz is taking care of her.”

That seemed to soothe Amity. She mumbled a soft “thank you” towards Eda and curled up a little, before continuing to watch the scene before her, the blinking of her eyelids already getting slower.

When Eda turned back to Camila, she discovered that Luz had taken her daughter back already and was safely cradling her before going around the crib and catching Eda’s gaze.

She knew that Luz wanted her to say hi, too.

“Luz, I’m not so sure about holding-”

Chuckling, her daughter adjusted the baby, before taking Eda’s hand.

“You can greet them like this first if you don’t wanna hold her. Or you can sit down if you like.”

Huffing, Eda fidgeted shortly, before rubbing her hands together and breathing through.

“Just, uh-… Sitting would be nice. I’m-… Holding the bat kids was an entirely different thing, you know? They could fly. Your kid can’t fly.”

Luz had to laugh at Eda’s rambling, pulling on her hand, she ushered King out of the chair by the window, before letting her adoptive mother sit down in it. Camila helped out by placing a pillow on Eda’s lap, then she was all set. Luz studied her face again.

“If you’re too nervous, you don’t have to hold her. I can hold her over your lap if you want to.”

Trying to wave her off, Eda forced a laugh.

“Pfft, you can just say you don’t trust me holding a baby, kid.”, she tried to joke around, but Luz just gave her a smile.

“If you feel uncomfortable, you don’t have to. That’s all I’m saying.”

But Eda wanted to. She definitely did kind of want to hold the tiny fragile baby that Luz had made together with her fiancé. Even if she was nervous and a little bit scared and so amazed by how small such a tiny thing could actually be, she did kind of want to hold that baby. Patting the pillow, she finally breathed through, then she opened her arms.

“Okay, I’m ready. Bring it, kid.”

Smirking at her antics, Luz leaned in and kneeled, then she slowly placed the baby in Eda’s arms. It was so tiny. It was so stupidly tiny, it wasn’t even as long as Eda’s forearm. Hiccupping, the older witch instinctively cradled the tiny, tiny infant in her arms and a warm feeling overcame her.

A really warm feeling.

If that was maternal feelings, then Eda swore she was going to be the best dang grandmother she could be for that child.

She brushed over her temple and the baby squirmed slightly. Apparently, she had woken up sometime during Camila holding her and was now kind of fighting against the snug swaddle blanket she was trapped in. Eda didn’t even notice she had tears in her eyes when she already felt the first tear rolling down her cheek.

“Wow… You’re my granddaughter now, hm?”, she asked and that tiny thing yawned, her arms struggling in the swaddle, before softly smacking her incredibly small lips. Eda found herself smiling immediately, “Titan, that’s new.”

Luz’s hands undid the blanket that was wrapped around the baby, then Eda laughed tearily when the infant stretched, her absolutely tiny fists stretching up to her face and rubbing her cheeks. She was apparently waking up and while she knew that incubating infants didn’t open their eyes yet, she found herself wondering what eye color the child would have. Adjusting the baby, she cradled them closer, then she smuggled a finger into the fist and giggled in delight when the baby grabbed it, despite not wanting to open the fist at first.

Looking up to Luz, who was still kneeling in front of her, she managed a smile, her teary expression probably matching the one on her daughter’s face.

“She’s perfect, Luz. But, let’s be honest, you two made a stupidly small baby.”

Laughing under tears, Luz nodded then she brushed over her daughter’s head and pressed a small kiss to her forehead to which the baby responded with a huff.

“Yeah, when I first held her, I was so scared she’d just slip right through my arms. But I think Amity would have killed me if I had so much as stumbled so I concentrated really hard not to let that happen.”

Eda’s gaze shot up from her granddaughter to her future daughter-in-law who was calling from the bed, her words slurred from the sedatives and sleepiness, but still very much poised if needed.

“… You better not drop our child, Luz.”

Raine had to laugh at that and went to soothe the new mother, while Eda turned back to the baby in her arms with a smile.

“Titan she’s small…”

The following few minutes were pretty much filled with tearful giggles and a very excited King who almost knocked the crib over when Luz called him to say hi as well. When Eda and King had calmed down a little, Camila had taken Luz outside for a little mother-daughter walk in the nearby park and King had gone with them for snacks. The older witch got up and carried the baby back to the crib, smiling when she lifted them up to her face. Resting her forehead against theirs, she kept like this for a moment, before stopping in front of the crib.

Amity had fallen asleep by now, even if she was flinching with every littlest sound her daughter made, so Eda looked over to Raine.

“Wanna hold the baby, too?”, she asked and Raine blushed.

“I’d-… I’d rather wait until she’s a little bit older.”, she admitted and Eda nodded before still gesturing her spouse over. Raine got up from the edge of Amity’s bed and joined Eda, putting an arm around her waist while Eda still cradled the baby close, taking care not to jostle her too much.

She yawned again and from the corner of her eyes, Eda saw Amity’s eyes opening, unfocused and probably very much still asleep but still attentive to her daughter. Chuckling, she turned back to Raine.

“Boy, I’m sure glad I only had two adoptive children.”

Shrugging, Raine caught the baby’s fist with their free hand and tickled their tiny fingers, but she wouldn’t open her hand this time.

“I’m sure you would’ve made a great biological mother as well. As you’re already a great adoptive mother, too.”

Shrugging, Eda brushed over her temple again, leaning into Raine.

“Nah, I’m glad I never had a baby. I don’t think I would’ve wanted to go through that.”

“Fair enough.”, Raine whispered, but their tone indicated that they had stopped listening to Eda, engrossed by the child in her arms. She softly kicked, which caused them to chuckle, before she settled back against Eda’s chest, curling in slightly and breathing through, apparently getting ready for her next nap. Raine sighed softly.

“Honestly, I’m glad I never had a baby, too. But having a grandchild is amazing.”

Grinning, Eda kissed their forehead, before carefully maneuvering the baby back into the crib and swaddling them the best she could, watching her breaths deepening and calming as she fell asleep again. Then, Eda pushed the crib next to Amity’s bed, to which the young witch immediately responded by reaching into the crib from the side and resting her hand on her daughter’s belly. Smiling, Eda took Raine into her arms and watched as both her future daughter-in-law and her granddaughter slept peacefully, leaning her head against Raine’s.

“… You’re right this is amazing.”

She already knew that this child would have the two best mothers she could ask for. And she knew that her entire family, including her furry uncle, three grandmothers, and one grandparent, and their twin uncle and aunt would do their damn best to make sure this child had everything she needed.

Smiling, Eda reached down to brush over the baby’s cheek and pulled Raine closer.

Maternal feelings or not, this was amazing.

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[hyunjinspark]

jadeeee you’re literally serving us 5 star michelin masterpieces every damn chapter no one is doing it like you YOUR MIND 😩😩 this is hands down one of my absolute favourite things i’ve read here on tumblr dot com, everything about ch12 was just *chef’s kiss*

first of all, your writing >>>>> literally anything shakespeare has written. u could do romeo&juliet but he could NOT do slwy. your descriptions always leave me in awe and i LOVE LOVE LOVE when you include parallels between characters both within the chapter (hyun and yn with the balloon) and also linking to previous chapters (hana’s bear vs yn’s bear,,.., but more on that later bc i could literally spend HOURS analysing your use of parallels and symbolism)

i’m not even joking when i say your writing morphed into a fist and wrenched out my heart during the first scene. i’m a slut for angst but when i say that this was the tenth circle of hell 😭😭 your ability to write emotional scenes in such a heart-wrenching way is nothing short of incredible, i teared up when hyunjin attempted to explain to her why they couldn’t be together. and even though it broke yn’s heart, she knew that wishing to be anything more than hyun’s friend would mean losing him

“You’d remember how it felt for the entirety of this life, and for all of your next. You think you’d remember it in every version of you, in every world, or universe there ever was.” this is fine :) definitely not seconds away from throwing myself off a cliff :)))

“That kind of love, and adoration was foreign to you, and maybe that’s why you’d lost control just now, of your emotions, and of your actions” i’m about to reach through the screen and shower her with so much affection and love she deserves the world 🥹🥹

“Maybe you were destined to have that near-miss moment when you were younger, so you could love him when you were older” this is fine 🥹😭

HYUNYN CARING SO MUCH FOR EACH OTHER EVEN WHILST THEIR OWN HEART IS BREAKING being so so so quick to reassure each other;;; hyune reassuring her that he doesn’t regret it;; both of their first instincts being to comfort each other, you’re actually breaking my heart rn i’m too sleep deprived for this 😭

“You stupidly yearned for more, instead of being happy with what you had, and now you were going to lose him. Maybe that’s what you deserved, for not relishing in what was, and instead wishing for what could have been” god u really weren’t joking about the angst 🥲

“It’s what you always did. Chasing for a life in the city, instead of appreciating your life right now, and because of that, you’d lost your friends. Chasing for a hopeless love with him, and because of this, you would lose him” GET BEHIND ME YN I AM GOING TO FIGHT EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE THAT MAKES U UPSET

“He was comforting you, and you were comforting him, even though you were both hurt because of each other” even in the midst of all the confusion, they still care SO MUCH about each other and would rather shoulder the blame alone than to even let the other consider thinking it was their fault. when you compared this to previous arguments (esp ones with felix, where he was so quick to push all the blame on her), it makes it 100000x more depressing 🥹🥲

“He was sad… because of you” vs “Please don’t cry. I can’t… see you be sad, especially because of me” SHUT UPPP I HATE IT HERE i think a large aspect of both yn and hyunjin’s characters is that they both go out of their way to make other people happy. in yn’s case, this also leads to putting other people’s happiness above her own. the thing that works with hyunyn is that, even though they still want to make each other happy, they receive the same amount of happiness back. what makes me especially sad is that rn, they can’t bring each other happiness bc of the sudden shift in their relationship but they still do everything in their power not to make the other person sad. despite everything, it greatly pains them to think that they caused the other to be upset

“Hyunjin had kissed you, and despite the mess you were tangled in right now, you knew now that maybe...maybe you were destined to love him too” “If you two could ever be something, you would love him relentlessly, and not let a day go by where he wouldn’t know it” “But you two could never be something, so you would love him, silently” some sections of your writing resonates with me so fucking much; just know that even 50+ years from now i will be able to recite this entire section by heart

“Maybe you’d never to be able to truly love, and be loved. Perhaps you’d look for Hyunjin in every boy you met, and nobody would ever be able to come close, and it would be all your fault and you’d be looking at the stars forever, thinking of him, all by yourself” me trying to move on from hwang hyunjin but then you go ahead and pull this shit 😕😕 take responsibility for ur actions jade 😔

MINHO ALWAYS INTERRUPTING THEM I CACKLED LMAO I LOVE HIM him being an absolute sweetheart to yn 🥹🥹 AKFBJSKSBDJS I KNOW YOU KNOW LEE KNOW KNOWS FUCKING EVERYTHING LMFAO I LOVE HIM

two words: jealous hyunjin 😩😩🔥 definitely not imagining him doing the jaw thing nope definitely not imagining something that would be detrimental to my mental wellbeing haha 🫠

them being so domestic and adorable 💕🥰💗✨❤️ you’re really giving us everything this chapter ily lemme manifest hyunyn baking date into existence 🔮✨✨

“You know, there’s nothing wrong with asking for help, Y/N” He hummed, stepping up to get it for you, hand resting on your waist, fingers grazing the bare skin under your top” PEOPLE DIED.

“But, all you wanted was to make him moan under you again, and you could never do that” i– this entire chapter is just jumping between horny and angsty i am here for it 😌

THE FUCKING HICKEY IS STILL THERE HWANG HYUNJIN HOW HARD DID YOU BITE HER

minho taking her to the carnival 🥺 i just want to take this opportunity to say that i would die for lee minho 😭🥰💕💗 her friendships with him and yeonjun are very dear to me, and i hope that minho and yeonjun can be friends again bc i NEED this trio to reign chaos

they bought each other balloons….. they bough each other the SAME balloons…… yn was debating between blue and lilac and hyun bought two bc he didn’t know which colour she’d like 😭😭💔 hey universe it’s me again,,,,, i’m mentally unwell i need to lie down

LMFAOOO MINHO WAS PROBABLY LIKE WHO TF WASTES MONEY ON BALLOONS AND CARRIES THEM AROUND ALL DAY AKDHSJSKJS ENTER HYUNYN I LOVE THEMMMM UNIVERSE WHEN IS IT MY TURN TO MEET THE LOVE OF MY LIFE 😭

UMMM LETS TALK ABOUT THE SYMBOLISM OF THE BALLOONS REAL QUICK THOUGH okay so the stars represent both the glamour of idol life and the stars they saw on the hill (i.e. love)— it represents the beauty of them both. for yn, balloons = love, for hyun balloons = love + idol life (the fact that he bought two). yn was able to pick a colour, emphasising her choosing love. for hyunjin, he was unable to pick a colour, showing his love for yn but being unable to act upon it bc of his career. despite it being somewhat bothersome, they tied the balloons around their wrist and choose to carry them around. when she goes to give the balloon to him it almost floats away (like how she is prepared to stifle her feelings for him if it means she can keep him as a friend) but hyun grabs onto it and says “you almost lost it” indicating that she shouldn’t let go of the romantic feelings she holds for him. she was about to “give” the balloon (her love) to him and he “caught” it (reciprocates her feelings, HOWEVER him catching it could also be him advising her against having/expressing this as it would only end in heartbreak. he “caught” the love she has for him before it could persist)

MINHO IS SUCH A MESSY BITCH I ADORE HIM !!!! LEE MINHO AND KIM SEUNGMIN DOING THE MOST FOR HYUNYN NATION EVERYONE CHEERED

HWANG FUCKING HYUNJIN STFU SHUT UPPPPP ???! THE INHUMAN SHRIEK I JUST LET OUT OMFG I WILL NEVER RECOVER “his fingers brushed against the back of your thighs, grazing the lining of your underwear, and you felt the rush of arousal through your body, and it’s like Hyunjin felt it too, because his eyes flickered to yours, and he completely paused in his movements” THIS IS ILLEGAL also not them eye fucking each other every two minutes pray for seungmin and minho 😔😔

their little loopholes are so cute yet sad “Inside the ride, it’s like a separate world from real life, away from the public eye, when people could love, without fear” my heart just shattered into a thousand pieces

“But you want it, right?” “Yeah...I’ve always wanted it” “Then I’m gonna win it for you” me trying to accept that i’ll never have my own hyunjin yet here you are making me fall for him even more 😔

the photo-booth is their different world 🥹🥹 KAHDKSJSJQJAUDHSBB LMAO ITS STILL TAKING PICTURES WHILST THEY AKHDJSKSJDKL 😭

“What can you do to me in two minutes?” “Not enough” I– 😩😵‍💫🫠🔥 SUB HYUNJIN BEING SO NEEDY I AM OBSESSED HE IS ALWAYS ON MY MIND

hyunjin removing his shirt and guiding yn 🫠 god i am not your strongest soldier ajhdakjsjs this makeout scene was the hottest thing i’ve ever read AND THE FACT THAT THEY WERE ONLY GRINDING ??!? when they finally fuck i will no longer be on this earth you’re really coming for my throat

“Can - can we still talk about it, since it’s never gonna happen? It…it won’t do any harm, cause we’re not actually doing anything” “about me being inside you ?” “yes, please” at any given moment assume that i am still thinking about this, i will NEVER move on

“But in the photobooth, Hyunjin kissed you like he loved you, and you kissed him like it didn’t hurt” “I want to remember what it feels like to have you” i’m inconsolable and sobbing into my pillow as we speak expect a bill from my therapist 😭😭 JADE YOURE SO FUCKING SICK FOR WRITING THIS AND THEN EXPECTING TO CONTINUE WITH MY LIFE “like he loved you / like it didn’t hurt” S T O P .

he won her the bear 🥲🥲 i’m still thinking about the chapter he won hana the teddy and how she threw it away; i know that yn’s going to treasure her bear forever 🥹💔 also the fact the hyun got hana the bear at the start of their “relationship” vs he won yn the bear at the “end” of their relationship — the photo booth was the last time, it could never happen again

you’ve outdone yourself again jade ily thank you for yet another got tier chapter ❤️❤️ your writing is INCREDIBLE and literally leaves me floored every update bc HOW is even possible capture the potent, intangible forms of heartbreak & angst and turn them into a written masterpiece that straight up belongs in a museum ?? I ADORE YOU JADE THANK YOUUUU 🥰✨💗🫶🏼

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oh my goddd 😳 this review made me so fucking happy I CANNOT even begin to explain it. first of all, thank you. second of all, THANK YOU !!!

your comment about shakespeare being unable to write slwy !!! im crying hahaha. this is the best kind of compliment ive ever received, let me print it real quick. holy shit and yes, parallels are my favorite things to explore !! so thank you for noticing all the parallels i include.

im so glad you talked about that scene, they really care way too much to even consider blaming the other person which is a heavyyyy stark contrast from yns fights with her best friends, who would instantly, without question, blame her. :( she deserves the world and hyun is basically giving it to her :(( they both definitely are people who put the happiness of others before them, and they do both need to be a little more selfish 😩

the loving him relentlessy vs loving him silently line was my favorite too so im so joyous you pointed it out and will remember it for 50 years. YOU BETTER.

horny-angst is now the new genre of my story.

but your analysis of the balloons 🎈 ….honey…i loved it so much. that was very interesting to read and i definitely did think a lot behind putting in the scene — of how yn is able to choose what to give to him but hyun is unable to. in a way it also represents that yn is, in a way, restricted, that she didn’t even think of buying both. but for hyunjin, it wasn’t even a question, he bought her both to see whatever would make her the happiest :((

so glad you enjoyed the photobooth scene and all of their little loopholes :( i love hyunyn so much. im so happy you do too.

i adore you, for spending your time on this and for telling me this 😭💕

[leviiattacks]

hi bestie!! pls pretty pls do a levi one where he takes care of a sick y/n im feeling a bit under the weather and im getting kinda scared bc of covid :<< anything to help calm my nerves pls? thank you <3

author note :: get well soon anon :-( i’m super sick rn too (when am i not tho </3) so i get how it is. this isn’t that great because i wrote it pretty quick but i hope it eases youuu :-) this is just pure fluff and sappy stuff and yup yup MODERN LEVI BC... listen i have a soft spot for modern levi word count :: some how i got to 1.4k ????? idk how i always go over the expected word count i have in my head 

it’s literally been YEARS since the last time you were sick

if you really dig through the depths of your memory you’d say maybe you were last sick when you were seven???

it’s that or your memory is just not great

either way, you really do not want to bother anyone with your sickness so you decide to hole up in your room for the entire day

you don’t even tell levi about it because you know he’ll drop everything for the sake of your comfort

the only problem is that midway through the day you’ve become so bedridden you can’t even begin to fathom attending classes tomorrow

you guess you’ll be taking another day off

as that thought crosses your mind your bedroom door bursts open

“i...” levi lets out a long sigh and you look at him dazed from your pounding headache

you’re surrounded by scrunched up tissues and your cold meds have been left untouched

“i’m gonna get you sick too. back away.” you’re frowning and signalling with your hands that you want him out

your nose is stuffy and you’re sniffling but levi just rolls his eyes before he sits next to you on the floor

buried in your duvet you look a little like a burrito and he laughs at that

“do you know where the thermometer is? i’ll check on your fever.”

he’s looking at you waiting for an answer

you think for a second and then you try to rummage through the timeline of today’s events.

to be fair you’re a little disoriented but for some unknown reason you feel yourself get a little teary eyed

maybe it’s a mix of your upcoming deadlines looming over you or perhaps it’s missing a really important class today

but it’s so sudden you don’t even know why your body is making you act so irrationally but that’s what fevers do

“i think i” you sniff and then the waterworks flood out of you. your brain can’t adjust to the severity of your headache and your urge to sleep is higher than ever

honestly you don’t cry very much so to see the tears worries levi almost immediately

“im sorry i misplaced it.” you croak out, your voice is all scaly and weird, you hate it

stupidly you get upset about that too

don’t people sound hot when they’re sick?? why do you sound like an angry bear...?

this is not fair.

“and i’m stressed.” you blow your nose but it continues to drip despite your constant attempts to stop it

nose bright red and hair disheveled levi’s eyes soften when he sees your workbook laying at the foot of your bed

notes are scribbles in random corners and your mind map is a chaotic mess but you’re trying your best given the circumstances

god, even when you’re sick you’re working hard. you’re ridiculous but in the most endearing way known to man

“alright, lay down.” he runs a hand through your hair to fix the birds nest before he adjusts your pillows and places your head down gently

“i’m sorry i’ve lost the-”

levi’s index finger presses against your lips and he shushes you

“get some rest, please.”

you comply but not before giving him a playful glare

his warm palms move to hold your face. cheeks squished together he swipes your tears away

“i’ve got some soup on the stove you’ll be good in no time.” his soft reassurance is comforting and protective

nodding you flutter your eyes shut.

you’re unable to sleep but levi’s presence is enough to ease you even if it’s just a little you do feel better

fifteen minutes pass and levi returns he’s got you a hot cup of tea and the soup is nowhere to be seen

“i had an accident in the kitchen... so have some tea instead.”

you simply laugh it off, he’s trying his best and you’re alright with not having to be fed tomato soup

tomato soup..... it’s sick and twisted it tastes so bad

you recall having to force yourself to down an entire bowl last christmas after catching a cold

never ever again will you do that

anyways, pea soup superiority it’s the only valid type !!!

levi likes tomato soup though that’s the only reason it sits in bulk in one of the kitchen cabinets

he brushes the mountain of tissues on your bedside table away, he’ll dispose of them later

placing the cup of tea where the aforementioned tissues once were you then realize he’s brought you a slice of madeira cake to have alongside it

at this your eyes brighten you love madeira cake it’s so soft and buttery and simple but it’s just REALLY GOOD???

anyway, you definitely recommend everyone to have some it’s a solid 10/10

“picked some up on my way here.”

your heart swells affectionately

no one will ever love you as hard as he does

to be honest, the little things he does keep you grounded and you don’t really know where you’d be without him

he always pays attention to the things you love, always carries you from the couch to your bed, always tucks you in, always lingers a little just to make sure you’re sound asleep

you know about that last bit because on occasion you have stirred awake on accident

every single time he strokes your hair and holds you close ushering you back to sleep

again, you don’t know if it’s your fever making you emotional or the warm feeling of being loved so HARD?? it’s like whack a mole the only difference is being repeatedly hit by bursts of affection

not really a great analogy but your brain is fried right now and it’s the best you’ve got

levi sits next to you making the mattress shift and you then plop your head against his chest

“drink up.”

he hands you the cup of tea but you nuzzle your face into his neck instead forcing him to place it back down

“what are you doing?” he asks.

one of his hands draws circles onto your back soothing you and the other hand is fiddling around with the packaging of your cold meds, he looks to be reading the description just to make sure you can take them

the feeling of his t-shirt under your cheek fades away and you find yourself staring up at him

“get here.” he softly murmurs

rather than pressing a hand against your forehead he swoops down

at first his hands feel your face and neck

“you’re burning up.” he frowns and then he does it

he presses his forehead against yours and you swear you could stop breathing and pass out right then and there

“the fever’s getting worse, why didn’t you call me earlier i had to find out you were sick from-”

“i love you.”

he freezes.

“of course you love me but that’s not what we’re talking about right now.” he snorts and looks you right in the eye.

suddenly you’re kinda just a teeny-weeny bit self-conscious about your dark under eyes but you push that thought to the back of your mind

“no i mean. i really fucking love you levi.” the expletive only makes you sound more serious especially since you always scold him when he uses vulgar language

it looks as if his mouth moves to say it back but you stop him

“you don’t have to say it again. i’m saying it because you said it first.” you explain through your drowsy state

“when did i say it first?”

the fever must be really getting to you is what he’s thinking

“your actions spoke for you.”

he ever so slightly jabs you with his elbow before he carefully places your head back down onto his chest

“you’re so sappy.” he pecks your cheek and you hum silently still unable to breathe out of one of your nostrils

“i know but you’re sappier.”

levi doesn’t respond because he knows you’re correct

:-)