#i'm so sorry i thought i would be okay today but i'm just not

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Hi! I have a request if you are up for it!

Okay so how about reader and Drew are together and they have a fight before an interview with the obx cast. And reader is skipping her meals and didn’t sleep properly. During the interview she zoned out multiple times while fidgeting with her fingers. The others notice that she’s unusually quiet and are a little confused and concerned about what happened. Maddie pulls you aside when she notices that you’re hands are slightly shaking due to the lack of food and sleep and asks if everything is fine and maybe Drew hears it and is concerned. I just need some angst

fractured moments ⎯ DREW STARKEY

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summary getting into a heated argument with your boyfriend, drew, before an interview with your co stars. you haven’t been taking care of yourself, you co stars notice and drew is concerned.

warning(s) angst, fighting, loss of sleep, not eating enough.

Today was gonna be scattered with interviews back to back⎯a long ass day. Been up since four in the morning to get ready then drive to the studio where the rest of your co stars await.

Drew and you had a fight. The fight had left both of you hurt and frayed. Words you couldn't take back echoed in your head, leaving a terrible taste in your lips. You both shedded a few tears.

When you arrived at the studio for the Outer Banks cast interview, you put on a faint smile, hoping it would be enough. The rest of the cast was already present—Maddie, Clarcia, Chase, Madison, Rudy, and JD—chatting and laughing as usual. You attempted to join in, but the pain in your chest made it difficult to concentrate.

"Hey, is everything okay?" Maddie asked softly, putting her right arm around your shoulder, pulling you in close, before sitting in the chair next to you.

"I'm good," you lie but making your voice promising to her⎯so she won't be suspicious.

The interviewer takes a seat across from you, introducing herself to everyone and preparing to ask questions. 

You, on the other hand, remained quiet. Drew was all you could think about, along with the fight. Fiddling with your hands on your lap and looking around your co stars. 

"Y/N, Scarlett, what do you like about your character?" the interviewer inquired passionately moving in her chair. 

You slowly move your head to the side, smiling as best you can. "I would say her compassion for friends and standing up for herself, even in difficult situations," you explain cautiously. 

The cast nods in unison, smiling at your response. Drew placed his right knee over his left, arms crossed over his chest, and intently listened to your words.

As the interview went on, your friends began to notice your typical laughter and outgoing self wasn't in the room. Out of everyone in the cast, you have a bunch of energy, always putting a smile on everyone's faces⎯making jokes, etc.

At the end of the interview, everyone said thank you and goodbye. Maddie's hand touched your bicep as you were getting out of the chair and guiding you to the corner.

Taking both hands, I said, "Baby, there's something going on in your thoughts. Tell me what's bothering you. We're all concerned.

"It's just⎯I haven't been eating lately, Drew and I had this fight this morning, I've been going through so much lately," you say, pausing in the middle of your sentence as you feel tears welling up in the corners of your eyes.

Maddie quickly hugs you, holding you tightly, rubbing your back in gentle circles, allowing you let everything out. Madison and Carlacia come over, giving you a warm hug. They tell you they're here for you and encourage you take good care of yourself.

"We love you so much, Y/N, it breaks our hearts you're feeling this way," Madison responds, "have you spoken to Drew?" Carlacia questions. 

In response to Carlacia's question, you shake your head.

All a sudden, Drew's voice appears, your head quickly looking up. Your eyes soften seeing him in front of you.

"Hey, could I please speak with her?" His voice was unusually quiet as he asked. 

After a moment of hesitation, Maddie nodded and gave your arm a comforting squeeze before leaving with Madison and Carlacia.

Drew's blue eyes searched yours as he stared at you. Why didn't you tell me, Y/N?

You said, without raising your voice above a whisper, "I didn't want to make things worse."

His face twisted. "I really regretted everything. What I said was not intended. I hate seeing you in this state."

His touch was warm and comforting as he reached for your shaking hands, causing tears to prickle your eyes. You muttered, "I didn't mean what I said either."

With one hand gently caressing gentle circles on your back and the other behind your head, Drew draws you close to his warm body. He apologized in a whisper and said, "I don't want you to treat yourself that way."

"I love you so much, baby." "To me, you are everything."

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hai!!! could i request a idol! mark smut :(( where reader is missing him but hes too busy with work but then he surprises her over the new years!!!

happy new year to u!!! <3 sending u hugs and kisses

a nice surprise | lee mark

mark lee x fem!reader (18+ mdni) ꒰ summary ꒱ you were already expecting to spend another special occasion alone, but your boyfriend just wanted to surprise you. ꒰ a/n ꒱ little edit! OOPS IT WASNT AN ANON HELP MEEE!! IM SORRY, CUTIE I DIDNT SEE YOUR NAME thats embarrassing omg 🫣 happy new year to you too! i'm sorry it took me so long to write, i was really sick 😖 BUT I FINISHED!! i hope you like it and ALSO wishing you aaaall the best this year, mwah! 💖 ꒰ cw ꒱ smut, oral (f), unprotected sex, pet names.

When you started dating a famous person, you knew things wouldn’t be easy. Paparazzi, overzealous fans, and the constant need for caution every time you stepped outside, those challenges came with the territory. You’d prepared yourself for it, and over time, those things became just another part of your daily routine, barely registering as problems anymore.

What you hadn’t expected, though, was how difficult the distance would be.

Being away from Mark for days, weeks, sometimes even months, felt like torture. The only thing keeping you sane was the existence of technology—video calls, texts, and voice messages filled the gaps when he was free. But it wasn’t the same. There were nights when the loneliness hit harder than usual, when a screen or the sound of his voice through the phone just couldn’t replace the warmth of his presence. You didn’t just want him; you needed him there, right beside you.

But you knew that, no matter how much you longed for his presence, things couldn’t just change on a whim. Mark couldn’t simply drop everything he was doing to spend a day with you—even though he’d suggested it more times than you could count. The thought alone made your heart ache and swell at the same time, knowing how much he cared but also understanding the weight of his responsibilities.

Still, Mark always found a way to remind you that you were on his mind, no matter how far apart you were. Like the random voice notes he’d send in the middle of the night, whispering about his day because he knew you'd listen to them first thing in the morning. Or the surprise delivery of your favorite snacks and flowers with a note that simply read, "Thinking of you. Always."

It wasn’t the same as having him there, but it was enough to keep you going.

“So… you really won’t be here tonight?” The disappointment in your voice was clear as you lay on your bed, hugging the pillow tightly and pressing your cellphone against your ear. “You couldn’t make it for Christmas, and now this…”

He was supposed to come home today, and at least start the year with you after weeks without seeing each other. But something went wrong with their flight, and now they’d have to wait two more days to board another plane. Two days might not seem like much, but after being apart for so long, the thought of waiting two more days felt like an eternity.

“I know it’s frustrating, I really wanted to be there with you,” you could hear his sigh on the other end of the line. “I promise I’m doing everything I can to get home to you as soon as possible. These two days will fly by, I’ll make it up to you when I get there. Just a little longer, okay? I miss you so much.”

The warmth in his voice made the ache in your chest a little more bearable, but it still didn’t take away the longing you felt. “I miss you too, love, you have no idea,” you said, letting out an exasperated sigh. “I wanna see you so bad, Mark.”

“I know,” he replied softly. “I wanna see you too. Just hang in there for me, okay? I’ll be there before you know it.” Before he could say more, you heard faint voices in the background followed by his hum. “Baby, I… I hate to do this, but my manager’s calling me. I have to go,” he said reluctantly.

“It’s okay,” you chuckled softly, imagining the little pout that was surely on his face. “Go do what you need to do.”

“I’ll call you as soon as I can, okay? Promise. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

And just like that, the call ended, leaving the room enveloped in quiet once more, the only sound now your soft breathing. You let out a long sigh, staring at the ceiling. It was just you and the silence again.

But the quiet didn’t last long. Three firm knocks on your front door echoed through the room, loud enough to pull you from your thoughts. You glanced at the time on your phone—it wasn’t exactly the hour for unannounced visits, and you weren’t expecting anyone. Well, not anymore, anyway. Maybe it was your neighbor, they had an uncanny knack for finding reasons to complain about the tiniest sounds.

You let out a small groan and shouted, “I’m coming!” as another knock sounded, dragging yourself out of bed.

“Hi, how can I—” The words died on your lips the moment you saw who was standing at the door. Your eyes widened, and your jaw slackened as your hand remained frozen on the doorknob.

“Hey, beautiful,” Mark greeted you with that boyish smile you adored, a cute teddy bear in one hand and a box of chocolates in the other. The sight of him left you speechless, your heart racing as if it couldn’t quite believe what it was seeing.

Before you knew it, you had thrown yourself into his arms, the force of your embrace nearly causing the teddy bear and chocolates to slip from his grip. He caught you effortlessly, as if he had been waiting for this moment as much as you had. Your arms tightened around him, your face burying into his shoulder as his familiar scent washed over you, sweeping away the loneliness of the past weeks in an instant.

Mark managed to nudge the door shut behind him and guided you both further inside. Without breaking the hug, he set the teddy bear and chocolates down on a nearby surface, his hands quickly finding their way back to you. His arms wrapped around you firmly now, holding you close, as if he never wanted to let go.

You pulled back just enough to look at him, your hands cupping his face as if making sure he was real. “You’re really here?” you asked softly, your eyes scanning every inch of his familiar features.

“I’m really here,” he replied with a chuckle, leaning into your touch. He couldn’t help but find it adorable how you stared at him like he was some kind of alien. Covering your hand with his, he turned his head slightly to press a tender kiss to your palm.

“So… all that stuff about the airplane was a lie?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. His cheeky grin was all the answer you needed.

“I wanted to make a—” he started, but his explanation was cut off as your hands playfully squished his cheeks.

“Mark Lee!” you scolded, though the smile breaking across your face betrayed your mock anger.

Mark laughed softly as he tried to wiggle free from your hands, his grin never leaving his face. “Okay, okay, I deserved that,” he said, eyes sparkling with affection. “I thought it would be a good surprise, sorry.”

You let go of his cheeks, your hands sliding down to rest on his shoulders, then gently on his chest as you looked up at him. There was a moment of silence, the playful energy from before softening into something deeper, more intimate. You searched his eyes, your voice quieter, more sincere.

“And it was,” you whispered, your heart full as you leaned in slightly. “God, it was. I’m so glad you’re here.”

“I’m glad I’m finally here too, I missed you so much,” Mark said softly, his voice thick with emotion. It was his turn to cup your face gently between his hands, his gaze soft as he looked at you, almost as if he was memorizing the moment. Without another word, he leaned in, bringing his lips to yours in a warm, affectionate kiss that felt like home, his love for you pouring into every second.

The kiss lingered for a moment, slow and tender, as if both of you were savoring the reunion, letting the warmth of each other fill the space between you. When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless, your foreheads resting together.

“You’re really here,” you whispered again, as if you couldn’t quite believe it, the words tumbling out like a soft confession.

Mark chuckled, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’m here, baby. For as long as you’ll have me.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, a rush of relief and joy flooding through you. You leaned in again, kissing him once more, this time deeper, pulling him even closer, as if you couldn't get enough. Mark’s hand found its way to the back of your neck, his other hand sliding down to your waist, rubbing slow circles that made you melt into him.

“Mmh, I missed that too,” he murmured against your lips, his smile evident in his voice as his hands toyed with the waistband of your pants.

“Mark…” you tried to sound stern, your tone a mix of warning and amusement as you attempted to pull away. But he wasn’t having it, his lips quickly chasing yours, capturing them in another kiss.

“What?” he asked innocently, though the playful glint in his eyes betrayed him. His hands slid lower, cupping your ass with a firm squeeze that had your breath hitching, pulling you impossibly closer to him. “You act like you don’t like it,” he teased, his voice low and dripping with affection.

You rolled your eyes, though the warmth spreading through your chest made it hard to be truly annoyed. “I didn’t say that,” you muttered, trying to keep a straight face.

“Exactly,” he smirked, his grip on you tightening slightly. “So let me make up for all the time I’ve been away.”

Before you could say anything more, he silenced you with another kiss, gently guiding you backward toward the bedroom. You didn’t try to protest or stop him, simply letting the moment continue as your arms wrapped around his neck. As you passed through the bedroom door, Mark felt his mind drift into a state of calm. The entire space carried your scent, wrapping around him like a warm embrace. It was just another one of the countless things he missed—the feeling of being surrounded by everything that reminded him of you.

Mark gently laid you down on the bed, his lips staying connected to yours as he followed you. The comforting weight of his body against yours made everything else fade away. His kisses began to wander, trailing from your jaw to your neck, then down to your collarbone and the delicate valley between your breasts.

You couldn’t take your eyes off him, watching his every move as your heart pounded in your chest, loud enough that you were sure he could hear it. With slow, deliberate movements, he lifted your shirt, his lips continuing their journey downward, leaving a trail of warm, lingering kisses along your belly. The soft sensation sent a ripple of tingles through you, drawing a quiet chuckle from your lips.

Mark glanced up at the sound, a side smile gracing his lips before he returned to his path, stopping just at the waistband of your pants. His gaze lifted to meet yours again, the intensity in his eyes stealing your breath and leaving you speechless, your entire body attuned to his next move.

Mark’s hands lingered at your waistband, his fingers brushing lightly against your skin, igniting a trail of warmth that made your breath catch. His gaze never wavered from yours, searching your eyes as if silently asking for permission. When you nodded, the smallest movement, he leaned up to kiss you again. Soft, tender, and unhurried, as though he wanted to savor every second. His hands worked deftly, slipping your pants down inch by inch, his lips following their descent with featherlight kisses that sent shivers up your spine.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his breath warm against your skin as his lips traced a path along the inside of your thighs. Every kiss, every gentle press of his hands, carried a tenderness that left no doubt about how much he’d missed you, full of care and unspoken longing.

Your heart raced as you took him in, the contrast of his soft, adoring gaze and the undeniably seductive way he moved leaving you breathless. He looked so unfairly perfect—both sweet and completely enticing—positioned between your legs, his intentions written clearly in his eyes.

“Mark…” you whispered, your voice barely audible as your fingers found their way to his hair, tugging lightly. You weren’t even sure if it was meant to ground yourself or encourage him further, but the smirk that tugged at his lips told you he knew exactly the effect he was having on you.

And you didn’t need to say anything more. His mouth had already found its way to your center, the thin fabric of your underwear doing little to shield you from the heat of his tongue as it teased over the delicate material. A sharp gasp escaped your lips, your breath coming in a long, shaky sigh as your eyes dropped to meet his. The way he looked at you, so intent and unrelenting, only made the anticipation coil tighter in your core.

He didn’t make you wait long. His tongue moved purposefully, pressing against the sensitive bundle of nerves even through the fabric, a sensation so electrifying it had your fingers clutching the sheets beside you. The soft suction that followed had a breathy moan slipping from your lips, unbidden and raw.

“Mark…” you whispered his name again, your voice a mix of need and surrender, your hips subtly arching toward him, silently begging for more.

His only answer was a soft hum that sent a gentle vibration through you, causing a soft whimper to escape your lips. His teeth gently tugged at your panties, pulling them down slowly, all while his gaze remained locked on yours.

Needless to say, you were already dripping, and that sight made his heart swell with pride. No matter how many times he found himself in this position, the view of you laid out before him always felt as thrilling as the first time. His gaze lingered for a moment, taking in every detail before he leaned in, planting a soft kiss on your clit.

The gentle press of his lips against your sensitive spot sent a jolt of pleasure through your body, making you gasp softly. His tongue darted out, circling around the delicate bundle of nerves with a teasing precision that had your eyes fluttering shut and your head falling back against the pillow.

He watched your reaction, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, before sliding his tongue down, parting your slick folds and licking through your slit. His movements were slow, deliberate, savoring every taste as he explored you.

Another moan left your lips as he continued, the warmth of his mouth combined with the skillful flicks of his tongue driving you crazy. His hands gripped your thighs, holding you in place as he worked, his own excitement growing with every shudder and whimper he drew from you.

His tongue continued its journey, alternating between long, languid licks and quick, focused flicks over your clit, building you up slowly, savoring every moment of your pleasure.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, gently pulling as your hips moved instinctively against his mouth. The sensation of his tongue, combined with the heat pooling in your core, was overwhelming, and you could feel yourself getting closer with each stroke.

Mark glanced up, catching the blissed-out expression on your face, and it only spurred him on. He flattened his tongue, dragging it up slowly from your entrance to your clit, then wrapped his lips around the sensitive bud, sucking gently. The change in pressure had you gasping, your thighs trembling around his head.

“You taste so good," he murmured against your skin, the words sending a shiver down your spine. His hands now gripped your hips tighter, anchoring you as he continued to work his magic, bringing you closer and closer to the release you craved.

Your breaths came quicker, each exhale accompanied by a moan. "Mark... I'm so close," you whimpered, your voice strained with need.

He didn't let up, his tongue moving in perfect rhythm, drawing out every ounce of pleasure from you. One of his hands slipped down, his thumb finding your clit to rub in tandem with his tongue, sending you over the edge.

Your body tensed, a wave of ecstasy washing over you as you came undone beneath him. A cry of his name escaped your lips, your back arching as he continued to lap at you, helping you ride out the high.

As the tremors subsided, he pulled back slightly, pressing soft kisses along your inner thighs, his eyes filled with satisfaction and adoration. He crawled up to meet your gaze, brushing a stray hair from your face and leaning in to capture your lips in a slow, lingering kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

Your hands roamed down his back, feeling the tension in his muscles, your fingers slipping under his shirt, tugging at the fabric. Mark's breath hitched slightly, the desire in his eyes deepening as he pulled back just enough to shed his shirt, revealing his bare chest. You ran your hands over his skin, savoring the warmth beneath your fingertips as he leaned down, capturing your lips again.

He shifted, pressing himself against you, and you could feel the hard outline of his arousal through his pants. Your hand moved between you, palming him gently, eliciting a soft groan from his lips, your touch becoming more intended as you began to unbutton his pants, sliding them down his hips.

He kicked them off, his body pressing back into yours as you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. Mark positioned himself, his forehead resting against yours as he slowly pushed into you, the both of you releasing a simultaneous sigh of relief.

“You feel so good," he whispered, his hands cradling your face as he kissed you deeply. Mark's movements remained gentle, each thrust slow and purposeful, as if he wanted to memorize every sensation, every reaction from you. The room was filled with soft sighs and the quiet rustle of sheets as you clung to him.

His pace quickened slightly, the friction building a delicious tension between you both. You arched into him, your hands threading through his hair as you whispered, "I'm close again.” The sensitivity from your previous climax heightened every sensation, making your body tremble beneath him.

Mark's forehead pressed against yours, his eyes locking with yours as he adjusted his angle slightly, hitting the perfect spot that had you gasping, your nails digging into his shoulders. "Let go for me, love" he coaxed, his voice soothing, full of love.

With his encouragement, you felt the wave of pleasure cresting again, your body tensing as you cried out his name. The intensity of your release pulled him closer to the edge, and with a few more thrusts, he followed. A groan escaped his lips as he pulled out, spilling himself onto your belly, the warmth of his release spreading between you as he shuddered, his breath ragged.

Mark collapsed gently beside you, his breathing ragged as he pulled you into his arms, holding you close. The warmth of his body against yours was comforting, and the soft rise and fall of his chest helped calm your racing heart.

For a while, you both stayed like that, in silence, just holding each other, the only sound in the room was the soft rhythm of your breaths, gradually returning to normal. The warmth of his body pressed against yours was comforting, and neither of you felt the need to break the tranquility of the moment.

Mark kissed the top of your head and was about to speak when a loud thud echoed from the wall of the bedroom. His brows furrowed in confusion as he looked at you, his expression a mix of curiosity and concern and you couldn't help but burst into laughter, the sound filling the room.

"I guess we made the neighbor mad again."

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ᱬ⛧ lock me down tonight! y. itadori

sum; who thought the of having mini versions of you two would get the better of sweet boyfriend? one who takes matters into his own hands. and he’s been looking stuff up online to help?!

pairing; yuji itadori x girlfriend! reader

content; aged up! yuji (20+). no curse au. established relationship (bf/gf), pet names (princess), cock warming, skipping the foreplay, suggested breeding kink, pregnancy kink if you squint, mating press, implied multiple positions, cum stuffing, yuji might look like an angel but is he fuck.

a/n; just a combination of two chapters from a work posted on ao3 which you can find here. may or may not post the next parts when done. ageless blogs/minors - dni. lowercase intended. as always likes, comments and re-blogs are deeply appreciated!

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the day you met yuji itadori properly started as any other for you. bag packed with school supplies and uniform on, you checked yourself out in the mirror before nodding, rushing out the door before your mother shouted at you for being late, not forgetting to yell out a quick "goodbye" and "love you".

running along the path you skidded around the corner and pushed forward towards the gates of the building in front of you, pants passing your lips when you made it through just in time. another day, another time you couldn't get wrong for being late.

homeroom passed without anything major happening, taking the time to talk with your friends when possible as you caught up on the latest gossip.

“so, (y/n), have you heard that there's an occult club after school? i know how much you love that freaky stuff!". tilting your head slightly in curiosity, you grinned brightly and took the leaflet that your friend held out to you. "hmmm, i think i’ll have to see what all the fuss is about".

the ring of the final bell had you sighing out in relief. like nearly every person your age, you hated school at the best of times. picking up the leaflet from earlier, you glanced over the details, making a mental note of the room number.

gathering your things you gave a quick goodbye to your group before making your way to the occult club room, entering after a quick knock.

after a short introduction and a quick interrogation as to why you wanted to join, you were welcomed as the third member. "okay, we just have to wait for one more person to join us, then our occult club is official".

with a hum, you sat with your legs crossed, discussing your favourite urban myth until the sound of the door opening caused you to quieten. "oh, sorry i'm late, i kinda got caught up with coach trying to get me to join the track team".

looking over your shoulder that's when you caught sight of him. the pink hair and brown eyes that drew your attention made you gasp slightly. rubbing the back of his neck, he waved a quick hello to everyone, eyes landing on you as you waved back.

taking a seat, he was subjected to the same as you were before he was welcomed as the fourth member.

the four of you spent time discussing the paranormal, urban tales and of course, going on hunts. nine times out of ten, you and yuji were always paired together, his calmness balancing out your erraticness as you explored the abandoned buildings you visited.

as the two of you spent more time together, the closer you got. what started as laughs to his lame jokes turned into soft touches against your hands, lingering holds on you as you both hugged. feelings stirred up in your chest that made your heart want to burst free, hands becoming clammy whenever he was around you.

spending time together outside of the club, going shopping or to the cinema to see the latest human earthworm movie made the small whispers reach you two. whispers you both decided to put to bed by making them come true once you learnt that he felt the same way as you.

fast forward to today, the pair of you were still as strong as you were back then. when you both weren't at your jobs earning your living, you were spending time with each other.

dates were still as fun-filled as the very first one you had. right now you were sitting on the warm grass of the local park, food and drinks flowing as much as the conversation between you both. "you know yuj, i really can see that fucker getting what's coming to him".

looking over you, yuji smiled and nodded his head in agreement. "you bet he will, no one messes with yuji itadori and gets away with it". bringing a hand up to your mouth, you covered it slightly trying to hold back the laugh that wanted to escape.

before long you were cuddled up to him, head resting on his shoulder as you watched the world go by, watching the lovers and young families making memories that would last them a lifetime and more. "you know yuj, have you ever thought about our future? what our little family would be like?". glancing up, you saw him looking at you lovingly before nodding. "all the time, (y/n). i wouldn't have it with anyone else".

the cool evening air soon drew in as you packed up, gathering everything before making your way along the path and back towards yuji's home.

the sound of the door shutting echoed throughout the empty house as you took the time to take off your shoes and set to work putting everything away you had in the basket, while yuji set the couch up for you to both sit on. once everything was placed where it needed to be you excused yourself to get changed, loving the feeling of finally being free from your everyday clothes.

as cliché as it sounded, you loved being at home in your comfy clothes, cuddled up to yuji as you watched a cult classic. you also loved the hugs and kisses that turned into something more, something that had you writhing underneath him. you loved your life and you loved the man who you were spending the rest of it with.

closing your eyes, you took in a breath and sighed it out softly opening your eyes to the feeling of strong arms wrapping around your waist. leaning back into the touch, you placed a hand on his skin, thumb rubbing gently. "is everything okay, yuj?".

silence greeted you for what felt like minutes when in reality, it was only mere seconds. "you know, i was thinking about what you said earlier, love". turning around, you looked at him and tilted your head as you searched his eyes to get an idea of what he was feeling. "you know i was~".

words were cut off as lips pressed against yours, swallowing what you were going to say. melting into the feeling, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer to you, deepening the kiss. hands began to wander, touching and holding onto places that yuji knew would get you feeling hot.

pulling apart after a few minutes due to the need for air, you panted slightly and looked up at him with doe eyes. '"yuji~". feeling your body being lifted, you wrapped your legs around his waist to keep yourself from falling as he took quick strides towards your shared bed, carefully placing you onto the mattress like you were a doll ready to break at the smallest of touches.

eyes trained on him you watched as yuji stripped out of his top, chucking it to one side before joining you as the mattress dipped under his weight. rough fingers traced the skin on your face, lingering touches on your lips as he looked you over. you were unbelievably perfect in his eyes and he wasn't going to let you go until the day you both died. leaning down, he cupped your face again, peppering kisses on your lips as you melted back into his touches.

after a few more seconds, he pulled back as a smirk tugged at his lips. "how about we set that plan of a family in motion tonight, princess? by the time i'm finished with you, you'll be wanting more".

doe-like eyes looked up into brown ones as you took in the words he had just said. sure, the pair of you had discussed having a family at some point, but you thought it would be a while before it happened.

yet there was just something about it that made your insides twist in a good way. you always thought you'd be the one to kick it into action when the time was right but here you were, underneath your boyfriend with him taking the lead. "yuj, you mean it?". the question lingers with a hint of desperation, not wanting your feelings to be toyed with for the sake of some pre-fuck talk.

feeling a hand on your face as a thumb rubbed against your cheek, you closed your eyes savouring the feeling. "of course i mean it, darling, besides~". opening your eyes, you searched yuji's with a soft smile before cupping his face, pulling him closer to you for a kiss. a kiss that soon began to turn rough after a matter of seconds before breaking. "~there's a position i heard works perfectly so i may as well try it".

a blush spread on your cheeks as you chewed on your lip, thighs rubbing together at the thought of being in such a position.

the remaining clothes you both had on were scattered across the floor soon after, breathy moans sounding out at the needy touches roaming your body. hands gripping hips and thighs, fingers wandering up your torso to pinch your nipples rolling them as soft whines began to sound. "yuji~". how you moaned his name only added fuel to the fire in his gut as far as yuji was concerned.

any other time he would have taken his time, making sure you were slowly led into the throes of your pleasure but right now, he couldn't think of anything else other than being inside you. moulding your walls to his shape yet again.

the same fingers that were on your chest a few moments ago trailed back down to below your belly button, lingering on the skin that the male above you soon hoped would round with a new life, a life that was the product of your combined love for the other.

you could tell he was thinking a little too much by the look in his eyes, so sitting yourself up as best as you possibly could, you cupped his face thumbs rubbing small circles on his cheeks. "yuj, listen to me, whatever happens, we'll deal with it together. pinky promise". smiling softly you pulled him closer to you with lips locking, moaning at the feeling of the head of his cock pressing against your folds, begging to be let in. "let's skip the foreplay tonight, i just want to feel you".

lustful moans echoed around the room as the sound of slapping skin mixed in adding an air of desire around you both. reaching your hand up, you ran it through your hair while the other helped to keep yourself steady. a soft sheen decorated your skin as you panted heavily.

you'd lost track of how many different positions you had been in, but right now you didn't care as you were in one of your favourites of the night. the fact you could look down and see the pleasure pulled across yuji's face made you groan out, gummy walls grasping him tightly as your head hung low, continuing to move your hips in a slow rhythm.

there was just something about the lustful noises he made, the way his lips were parted and brows knitted together that got you worked up more than you cared to admit. you adored him with all your soul and the fact you were the only one responsible for making him look pussy drunk made your heart swell.

after a few more painfully slow minutes to yuji, you leant forward and cupped his face as you placed a soft kiss on his lips. you were near your end, gummy walls starting to pulsate as you tried to keep your movements consistent.

hot breath fanned onto your ears, guttural moans sounding before you heard words that tipped you over the edge. "come for me princess, let me feel you squeeze my cock like the good girl you are". pulling back you blinked at the words, you never thought you'd hear yuji use words like that because he was usually so polite during any of your love-making sessions.

something about the way he spoke and how he was thrusting his hips up, thick cock pounding into your wet pussy, gummy walls sucking him deeper made you moan out, clenching around him as you gave in to the orgasm you were chasing, not wanting to let him go.

with eyes squeezed shut, your hips stuttered to a stop as you breathed heavily trying to regain yourself before continuing again. with the perfect opportunity right in front of him, yuji took a moment to caress your cheek before flipping you both as if you weighed nothing. the sudden change of view made you squeak out slightly as you felt your bottom half being folded, legs in front of your face and knees pressed into your breasts as the burn from your stretching muscles made itself known.

blinking for a moment, you manoeuvred yourself enough to get a look at your boyfriend, smirk tugging at his lips as he looked you over. "yuj, i~".

without warning, the harsh thrust of his hips bullying his cock back inside your cunt stopped whatever words you wanted to speak, drawn-out moans sounding as your overly sensitive walls were contoured again to the shape of him.

"you know princess, i read that this is the best position for making sure we have our little family, so~". a faint blush spread across your cheeks at the thought of the usually innocent yuji looking up different sex positions to try at later dates. "~why don't we test out that theory?".

not giving you time to answer back, yuji began to move his hips quickly as he pressed himself deeper into you, feeling yourself losing composure. eyes rolled back slightly at the new zaps of pleasure you felt from this angle, zaps of pleasure that were increased tenfold due to how sensitive you already were and the pressure on your swollen clit.

the mental image of you round with his child, breasts full of milk and body getting plump in the right places drove him crazy, crazy enough to piston his hips at a mind-numbing speed. wanting to fuck you over and over until that's what you looked like, even if it was for hours and days on end.

what felt like hours later, loud moans echoed throughout the room as the pair of you reached your final highs of the night. with stuttering hips and deep pants, yuji pushed his cock deep into your gummy walls once more, shooting ropes of cum to paint not only your walls but your womb.

all the while making sure that any previous drops weren't going to escape, bullying them into you more making sure to fuck his seed as deep as could. the burning sensation of your thighs dulled as you felt your legs drop down, moans of disappointment sound when you felt yuji nearly slip out of your now puffy pussy.

closing your eyes you took a moment to regain your breath, calming the erratic beating of your heart and quivering of both your insides and legs. every night you spent with him was unforgettable but you were sure this one was going to be the cream of the crop, the one that would make you quiver when you recalled it.

the sound of sheets rustling made you open your eyes, looking to the cause as you saw the pink hair of the one you loved come into your vision at your side. with a few more movements, you felt yourself being pulled into strong arms, the now semi-hard cock inside you pushed up further, making it impossible for anything to seep out.

"you look tired princess, why don't we call it a night. i don't want to wear you out too much". lifting a hand, yuji brushed a few strands of your hair out of your face, ones that were stubbornly stuck to your forehead. "after all, we might need to do that again to make sure it takes".

with a weak smile, you hummed out while cuddling close to his body, head and hand resting on his chest as the sound of his heart lulled you to sleep.

dreams of the soon-to-be family you'd have with the man you loved with your entire body and soul.

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Aot Characters - Nicknames

What nicknames the Aot Characters would have for you!

Also, enjoy the new banners. I like using them more than I thought I would :)

cw: canon verse, slightly ooc, Implied female reader in half of Eren's and Jean's, but the rest are gn readers, no y/n, some cringey nicknames with good reason, Fluff <3!

wc: 1.7k

Characters: Eren Yeager, Mikasa Ackerman, Armin Arlert, Jean Kirstein, Connie Springer, Levi Ackerman, Hange Zoe

Eren Yeager - Sweets, My girl

Eren is the type of person to see a couple while out as a kid and overhear them calling each other pet names, and one of them that he heard once was Sweets. He found it cringy at first, but after hearing it a couple more times, he came to like it. a lot. So naturally after finding a partner, or even once he realizes he has a crush on you, he just starts to call you it. He didn't even realize it at first, but when you gave a questioning look his way when he first said it, he explained why he did. Safe to say that even if you didn't like the nickname, you sure as heck like the story behind it and the man calling you it.

Another name Eren would give you would be my girl. He wouldn't say it in a possessive way though, he would just say it as if he was infatuated. If he was able to get you to be his partner, then maybe this life could be a little better, so he was just so happy that you two were actually dating. He would take every chance to remember it too, so he just started calling you his girl. Most of the time you wouldn't even be the one he would be talking you and he would still call you it. "Yeah, did you see how my girl did in training today? It was so cool."

(I just realized that I used the word 'would' 3x in one sentence, but I'm too tired to fix it now)

Mikasa Ackerman - Middle/last name

I do not think that Mikasa would be much for nicknames, it just doesn't seem like her. She would end up just trying to find something she could call you because she probably overthought about how you would want her to give you a cute nickname, and got a little insecure about it. However, she one day overheard someone talking about how they like to go by their middle name, and she got an idea. She decided that she would call you a shortened version of your middle name. But she decided to make some versions of your last name too because she overthought on how you might not like the ones she came up with for your middle name, so she decided she should just be safe. She has so many thoughts and she just can't seem to express them through words.

Armin Arlert - N/n, angel

Okay, Armin is definitely the type of person who is too embarrassed to call you any of the classic pet names, but he does often like to call you by a nickname he thought of one day. He figured that it was the safest option, it showed that he wanted to call you that stuff, but wasn't too much that he would cringe at himself.

Another thing he calls you is an angel. 100%. No doubt in my mind. Especially if you are kind. He would just be listening to you talk and when you would ask for advice on the situation that he was totally not listening to. He would reluctantly say something like, "I'm sorry you are like an angel, could you please repeat that?"

Technically he doesn't really call you it, he just compares you to one so often to the point where he just catches himself calling you angel in normal conversations. It would just become one of the many ways that he showed his affection for you.

Jean Kirstein - Doll, Woman

Doll is a name that Jean would only refer to you as when you two are alone. Whether you two were out training alone together after the rest went to lunch, or chatting when you both could in the Scouts, he would call you it. I don't think he means it in the current way the pet name is romanticized (currently most fics refer to the pet name as something associated with sexual acts, or mean/rude characters ex: Toji from jjk). I think he would mean it in more of a gentle way, like you are so precious to him like some people's dolls. Despite the faux tough guy act, deep down, sometimes deeper than he would like, he cherishes the people closest to him, friends, family, and you. He cherishes you all, and Doll is the easiest way he can tell you that without saying it.

Jean is the type to act entitled and call you 'woman' to seem like he is this big macho type of man. However, in his mind he just likes calling you it because you often become sassy with him. (Also it gives him a small ego boost that he is the only one who could call you that because to him you were his Woman)

Connie Springer - Your Name, joking pet names

Connie, oh Connie. This guy normally just calls you your name like a normal person. He likes your name, that is all he can really say about it.

HOWEVER, this man sometimes feels like being such an annoyance, lovingly of course. If he felt like it, he would randomly start calling you the cringiest pet names possible. Like I'm not talking sweetie or sugar, I'm talking shit like lovebug and cutie patootie. And he would have no shame in doing this either because he knows that you will break from embarrassment first.

Sometimes you would try to get him back by calling him things like sugarlips and baby boy, but it would fail most of the time because you would just end up cringing at yourself. This would often make you wonder what it would take to make the infamous Connie Springer cringe in embarrassment.

Levi Ackerman - Brat, Your Name + Bonus

The first nickname that I think Levi would call you would be brat, classic, I know. He would just call you this out of annoyance, or sometimes if you were doing something a little too reckless. It was just second nature for him to call you a brat, and even after you two got closer, he just kept calling you that. In all honesty though, sometimes he calls you that, and not in an endearing way. It would probably happen when you have a little too much energy for whatever reason, and he just called you that because you were be annoying to him at that point in time. Most of the time though it is meant in a nonserious manner.

Levi loves to call you by your name, he does not show it that much on his face, but he absolutely loves it. It is slightly weird to get called by your full first name by Levi, and the first time definitely startled you. However, you soon got used to it. Levi, on the other hand, somehow got happier every single time he called your name. He didn't know how just saying your name could make him feel that uncomfortable feeling of happiness, but it did. He would say it any chance he could, without making any feeling he had obvious. Soon he was addicted to it like it was a drug to him. He was not a big fan of it. He loved, and hated, how it made him feel.

Bonus (platonic nickname): Kid

Levi would call you kid even if you were just a month older than him. Why you may ask? Because he found it funny to annoy you, and that nickname definitely would. You had been in the Scouts longer than him, you were taller than him, and you had almost the same amount of respect from Erwin, so why was he calling you kid? It irked you so you ended up calling him kid as well.

When you first did this, you were met with a questioning look, and you defended yourself, "You call me a kid all the time, but I'm not the one that is built like one." This may or may not have earned you extra cleaning duties for the day, but the next time you did it he just gave you an annoyed look. Soon enough, you both tried to come up with simple names to call each other to try to piss the other off. Sometimes you could swear you could see a small smile on his face after you both went back and forth with nicknames.

If you ended up dying, he would never call anyone else kid though. He would be too scared of making the same connection of love, and having them die again, again.

Hange Zoe - My love, Darling

Hange 100% will call you 'my love.' Their reasoning? You are. They would even call you this before you two started getting close because Hange already knew they had a crush on you.

'My love' will be used to refer to you more than your actual name. Hange would even refer to you as that to the other Scouts. Like they would be reporting results to Erwin, and just casually say, "Yes, and my love even recommended the idea that….." This would leave Erwin very confused the first time around until after the meeting he asked an annoyed Levi who the 'my love,' Hange was referring to was. When he learned that it was you, it all just clicked for him, and he didn't even blink an eye when you were called by that name the next time he heard it. And he heard it a lot. Hange just loved calling you 'my love.'

Another thing that Hange loves to call you is Darling (Ex: that one scene where a titan almost bit them and they say, "You almost got me there, Darling"). Hear me out.

Hange would call you this anytime you got even slightly snippy, brash, or fed up with something. It would just come out of their mouth like second nature when seeing you upset. You would have said something a little harsher than you meant to, but you were getting really annoyed with someone in the Scouts, so you were put on edge. When you went to say something to apologize for being rude, Hange cut you off with, "You alright, Darling?" with a perfect mix of concern and playfulness in their voice. That line made you entirely forget about being annoyed and made everything in the shitty world feel even just a little bit better. You would just respond with a quick shake of your head, give them a hug, and feel a little happier for the rest of the day because how could you have a bad day with Hange in your life?

Okay random ramble from me-

Okay so I hop from fandom to fandom a lot, right

Recently, the past two years, I have noticed that in every single fandom there are patterns. Like characters will have the same personality trait, and if you are not careful you might confuse a fanfic for being for one character, but it really is for another character in an entirely different series.

You will have the classic main character personality that is either overly sexualized for their own good, or not taken seriously at all, or both. Ex: Izuku in mha, Ittadori in jjk, Tanjiro in demon slayer, Naruto in naruto

Then, you will have the stoic side characters who have more fanfiction than most other characters. Ex: Shoto Todoroki and Aizawa in mha, Choso and Megumi in jjk, Mikasa and Levi in aot

Also, there is the type of character that made me realize this trend, the 'dumb' side characters that are mostly used to make the watcher laugh. Ex: Connie in aot, Denki and Sero in mha, Nishinoya and Tanaka in Haikyuu, Zenitzu and Inoske in Demon Slayer, and maybe some others that I am missing.

Please tell me that I am not alone in noticing this. Like please tell me this is a normal experience and that I am just going through this realization embarrassingly late in my fanfiction life.

Also, I feel like I only noticed this when I was fandom hoping recently and it just clicked in my head that Smau writers tend to write Nishinoya and Denki similarly. Anyway, thanks for coming to my ted talk. Enjoy this small writing while I start to, hopefully, work on some angst works so I can lure in the other half of the aot fandom bc a lot of you love yourselves some good angst. Like the show wasn't angsty enough already

[theocddiaries]

Stone: Yeah. The chairs are rocks. You can get a 1-day cushion for $8, or a 2-day for $12. Last year, I got 2 1-dayers-big mistake. My son went on to win the whole thing, and all I could think was "I just flushed $4 down the toilet." [buzzing sound signaling a wrong answer] Stone [absent-minded, claps]: Whoo! Shadow! [keeps on talking with the lady behind his seat]: I guess I just didn't want to presume that we would be here for the two days. But still, what kind of message was I sending with the 1-dayer? Shadow [approaches]: You "whoo'd" me? Stone: …What are you doing here? Shadow: I'm out. I got the question wrong, which is embarrassing enough without you "whoo-ing" me! [storms off] Stone: Shadow! Shadow, come back here! [gets up and follows him] Lady [goes to get the cushion] Stone [comes back and holds it against his chest]: Don't! [Stone finds Shadow sitting, head down, backstage. The questions can still be heard in the background, and Shadow answers them, dejectedly.] Stone: What are you doing back here? Shadow: I didn't have the room key, and I don't want to be seen in public. Stone [sits in front of him]: I thought about what you said before… Moderator: When did China's last emperor ascend the throne? Shadow: 1909. Stone: You can say a lot of things about me, but I am not someone who lives through his kid. [buzz] Moderator: Sorry. It's 1909. Stone: Do I like to see you succeed? Of course I do! Moderator: Tritium is an isotope of what element? Shadow: Hydrogen. Stone: But do I need that to make myself feel important? Absolutely not. [buzz] Moderator: No, the answer is hydrogen. Stone: As a matter of fact, I'm a little hurt you would think I was so shallow. Moderator: The persian satrapy of Skudra included which two areas? Shadow: Macedonia and Thrace. Stone: I know parents like that, and that is not me. No way. [buzz] Moderator: Macedonia and Thrace. Stone: Are you freaking kidding me?! Macedonia and Thrace? What even is that?! You're hardly even listening! How could we lose this?! … … I said "we"? Shadow: Yeah. You do that sometimes. Stone: …I'm so sorry. I am one of those parents. I like it too much when you win. I really love lording it over the other parents. Shadow: Well, in our house, I'm kind of your only source for that. Stone: You're telling me. Yesterday, Ivo asked me if he could be part owl. Shadow: He does get his head pretty far around. Stone: Shadow, I'm so sorry. Shadow: It's okay. Maybe you do put pressure on me, but it's nothing compared to what I put on myself. I guess I needed somebody to blame for what happened today, and there you were. Stone: …You know I'm in awe of you, right? [gives him a hug]: Come on. I know a back way out of this place. Shadow [points at his cushion]: Wait. Don't you have to return that? Stone: No way. I paid good money for this.

[youandthemountains]

hope it's okay to pull some of these out, what gems!!!

[Doctor McCoy, considering your intellectual levels are scarcely above plankton, I would hardly... I would... I... Doctor... McCoy.

Your pardon, Doctor, I... forgot myself. A rather insidious illusion. ]

I love how they have these little lines they won't be pushed to cross when it comes to each other, that no one else could guess. This reminds me of the novelization of Galileo 7, where Spock asks Boma if his ritual really matters to him, and Boma responds "yes, even if it was your body out there!" And Bones is furious and chastises him and I believe the phrasing is "still smarting on Spock's behalf, goes to check on him". And it's funny because in both of these cases, what's said isn't far different from the things they normally say to each other - Spock loves insulting McCoy's intelligence lmao! but they know their intent and when it feels wrong - too sharp, not part of their play, it pulls them out of things immediately. Here, McCoy literally rescuing him from getting trapped in the pride circle of hell, because they ground each other.

Bones...

Sorry. Jim... we've seen a lot of pain, a lot of death, this last while. And I'm not standing it as well as I used to. I've been thinking... I don't know, maybe this kind of thing is best left to the young.

Bones... I don't know what to say to you. If Spock were here, maybe he would. He's always good at producing snappy comebacks for anything you say.

god, they ground each other!!! this confirms my priors that McCoy wouldn't want to be on a ship without him and vice versa I think Spock isn't as stimulated without him. They need each other for enrichment!!!

Dammit, Spock, I couldn't bear it either!

But, Doctor, despite that, you did.

I have actually read this one before but this exchange always drives me crazy. McCoy, despite enjoying complaining about little things, rarely actually expresses his needs or dissatisfaction with big things when he decides they simply need to happen. So this - this open admission that something hurt, was too much, is already A Lot.

and then Spock's response - to acknowledge and validate that - "despite that" and still have that unshakeable confidence in him. Just *chefs kiss*

...and I must say, you have surprised me Dr. McCoy.

Oh? How's that?

Spock never described you as a thoughtful man.

*chuckle* Can I quote your testimonial?

You may... though I do not see the purpose.

Oh... it might just come in handy in some -- uhh -- umm -- discussion one of these days.

I've been thinking about Sarek and McCoy a lot today anyway and this exchange is GREAT. I love them bonding. and McCoy's delight at learning that 1) sarek thinks he's thoughtful and 2) Spock is going to hate this and also 3) perfect fodder for an argument he's decided to pick is just fantastic.

happyyyyy spones day!!! Some of my fav spones panels from the comics cause my pc is sadly still dead 😔 these are all out of context cause I go monkey noise whenever they interact in the comic n screenshot in a frenzy which means I don't even remember from which number they come from(they all from the DC ones tho)

These are from a bones centric chapt where baby boy realizes he can mind meld just like his husband

[livingformintyoongi]

Guilty As Sin? | Prologue

Summary: You have just entered your new job as an intern in a hospital you worked so hard to get into; at last, after so many years, you had managed to fulfill your dreams, little by little, step by step. You had finished your studies with honors, you had a beautiful -and luxurious- apartment in the center of the city, you had just entered the job of your dreams and your relationship with your dream boyfriend was going great. Or so you thought until you met Kim Taehyung, the clinical mentor you were in charge of, who doesn't seem to mind keeping his opinion about your relationship and your idealized vision - in his own words - of your life. Author’s note: I'm really sorry for the delay, I was busy trying to inform myself a bit about the topic before writing :( I really hope it's well understood and that you enjoy it (this is a prologue, so there won't be drama here -yet-, expect that in chapter 1!) Pairing: Taehyung x Reader (female) AUs: Doctor!AU (Taehyung and Reader are OB-GYN) Word count: 2.8k Warnings: This is only the prologue, so there is not much to warn lol, the only relevant thing to clarify is that one of oc's patients arrives at the emergency room due to preeclampsia. Status: Unedited Taglist: @thunderg @minjianhyung @queenv1997 @yoongtism @lizzymizzy-blogg @superbbananananana @drpepperobsessed @themwordsblog @taekritimin123 @bluecloudss @yooglefics @tan-veee @thelilbutifulthings @calmyourtitts7

You finished fixing your shirt, taking a deep breath as you looked at your reflection in the mirror. You looked good, you felt good. You had been waiting for this day for weeks, crossing your fingers for time to pass faster, so you could finally enter the BRH hospital, one of the largest and most important in Seoul. This was a golden opportunity, and you would give everything you had to hold onto your position until you were a full professional.

"Are you ready?" Hyunjin asked, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and placing a delicate kiss just below your ear. You couldn't help but feel that little electric shock that ran through your body at the touch. "You look great," he whispered with a laugh, releasing his hold to walk toward the wardrobe.

Inside, there were a large number of neatly hung shirts, and on the floor, stored in a drawer, were dozens of ties he wore for his job. It was important for him to have a polished image, something that screamed that he was the boss, and for that, he needed good attire, or at least that’s what he always told you when you asked why he had so many ties if, in the end, he always picked the same one.

"I have to go, I don’t want to be late on my first day," you approached him, taking the black tie in his hands to tie it under the collar of his shirt. "I don't think we'll see each other much from now on... but I’ll try to manage my time as best as I can!" You gave him a smile before gently patting his shoulders. You felt your cheeks warm up when you saw him staring at you with a smile.

Ah, you felt so lucky.

"Okay, don't worry," he murmured, kissing your forehead gently. "Let me know when you arrive, okay?"

You nodded quickly, grabbing your purse and phone, rushing toward the exit of your apartment. Your steps were confident and firm, you knew the way by heart, you had reviewed it more than twenty times this past week, preparing for any detours you might need to take in case of an accident or how long it would take to get there if there was heavy traffic.

Today will be a great day, you told yourself. Today, you would put everything you learned in your years of university to the test, and you would do it perfectly.

"Alright, I’ll be direct, we don’t have much time. I’m Kim Taehyung, gynecology and obstetrics specialist, and your new supervisor," said a tall man in a lab coat, placing a stack of files on a large table in the center. There were five in total, one for each of the residents present. "These are the files you need to review, if you have any doubts about any of the cases, don't hesitate to ask me; we're in a hospital, there are lives at risk, and if we can avoid ending one of them due to our mistake, that would be ideal," he directed a tight-lipped smile at the five of you; despite his direct words, his tone was quite soft, which definitely helped ease the first-day nerves. "If I'm unavailable, you can always reach out to another supervisor, and don't hesitate to trust the nurses, they are the ones who move this hospital, believe me, they know much more than you can imagine."

Everyone nodded almost automatically to his comment; one of the guys, the one with tattoos on his right arm, approached the files, taking the one on top and opening it to review the content. Only then did the rest of you, including yourself, pull out a file.

Supervisor Kim remained standing in front of the table, watching your reactions. You would be lying if you said it didn’t make you feel a little uncomfortable, but you understood that part of his job was to observe his residents. You shook your head gently, dismissing the thought quickly to focus on your work.

The first thing you saw when you opened the file was the patient's name, Kim Jiyeon, a 29-year-old woman, 28 weeks pregnant. You couldn't help but smile when you saw it was her first pregnancy. Was she excited to have the baby? Oh, you would love to see the face of one of your patients when revealing the gender of their future baby, was it too soon to think about that?

You bit the inside of your cheek and continued reading the information. She came for a routine prenatal checkup and, according to the file, there were no significant issues, which really relieved you. You didn’t want to deal with a complicated case on your first day; it was one thing to be excited and another to want to push your nerves to the limit when you were just starting your professional life.

You studied the information one last time before feeling ready to leave the office; your shift officially started at 8 in the morning, which was in nine minutes. You took a deep breath, trying to keep your emotions in check. You were too nervous, too excited, too scared. It was a strange combination, but that’s how you felt.

"Hey!" The guy with the tattooed arm placed one of his hands on your shoulder, smiling widely at you. There was something about the softness of his voice and the strength of his body that confused you a little. He didn’t really fit with... well, with him. "What case did you get? I got a post-partum checkup."

You looked at his hand, feeling a wave of discomfort wash over your body. You couldn't remember the last time someone other than your boyfriend touched your shoulder casually, especially a young man—and, to be honest, quite handsome. Still, you didn’t say anything, not that he had done anything wrong, after all.

"Uhm, I have... I have a prenatal checkup," you murmured, looking at the file in your hands. Why was time moving so slowly? It should already be 8, you should be working, not talking to the guy you barely knew.

"Really? What a coincidence! You’re doing a prenatal and I’m doing a postnatal," he laughed before finally releasing your shoulder. He stopped in front of you, his big smile reminding you that you shouldn’t be so uncomfortable with him. "Oh, by the way, I’m Jeon Jungkook, nice to meet you," he gave a slight bow, slipping his hands into the pockets of his lab coat. "I really hope we get along."

You nodded slightly, looking around. The other residents were chatting among themselves, discussing who knows what while letting out friendly laughs. And then there was Taehyung.

He hadn’t moved an inch from his initial position at the head of the table, the only difference was that now his hands were resting on it, his body leaning slightly forward, and oh, he was staring at you intently.

You almost choked on your saliva when your eyes met his.

"What about you?" Jungkook asked, looking at you as if he were expecting an obvious response from you.

What was he talking about?

"Excuse me?" You turned your full attention to him, trying—and failing—to ignore your supervisor's fixed gaze on you. Did you have something on your face? You hoped you didn’t have anything on your face.

"Your name, what is it?" He raised an eyebrow while one corner of his mouth lifted in a teasing smile. You felt stupid for a second, and your face didn’t take long to betray you as it warmed slightly from the embarrassment.

"Oh, yeah, sorry," you awkwardly took the tag hanging from your neck, showing it to him as confidently as you could, though it was too obvious that the shaky movement of your hands was due to nerves. "My name is Y/N."

"It’s a pleasure—"

"Alright! Time for your shifts to begin, remember to move quickly and precisely," Taehyung said from his spot, giving two overly loud claps before walking out of the room with all of you following behind. "I’m going to assume you were given a little tour this morning," he gave a slight bow to one of the nurses passing by him. You couldn’t help but notice how the nurse’s cheeks turned a soft pastel pink. It wasn’t like you could blame her; he was quite attractive. "This is where we split," he smiled softly once he reached the consultation counter, giving a slight nod of his head before speaking again, "I wish you the best for your first day."

And he left.

"Thank you so much, Doctor," murmured patient Kim Jiyeon, your first patient. Her hand gently touched her belly, and her face seemed to glow with joy. You assumed that any woman who loved the idea of having children would be happy to hear that her test results had come out well.

"See you, Miss Kim," you made a slight bow, waiting for her to leave the consultation room so you could straighten up. You never thought you’d be lucky enough to treat such a kind person on your first consultation, but here you were, smiling like a fool as you remembered how pleasant it had been to attend to her.

You couldn’t help but feel your chest warm as you thought about how wonderful it must be to see a mother meet her child for the first time, how the father would react to holding him in his arms… you had really made it to where you had always wanted to be.

Satisfied with your work, you finished the necessary report and decided to head back to the front desk where you last saw your supervisor. The desk was right in front of the entrance, so you could be present in case anyone needed your help.

There weren’t many people in the waiting room, probably because it was still quite early. You were about to lean against the desk to ask something of one of the people behind the window when a man quickly entered the hospital.

You knew you were screwed the moment he ran toward you and grabbed your shoulders tightly, shaking you back and forth in a desperate motion.

"My wife needs a doctor, please help!" The man's hands practically dragged you toward the hospital doors, and you almost went pale when you saw a woman with swollen face and hands, clinging to the entrance door with one hand while clutching her belly tightly with the other.

"Get a wheelchair!" You rushed to get to the woman, supporting her as best you could. Though it was your first time treating real patients, you knew perfectly well the symptoms they should have, and the swollen face and hands were definitely not a good sign.

You quickly thanked the nurse who provided the wheelchair, feeling your chest race every time the woman cried out in pain. Both of you helped the woman sit down and rushed her to a stretcher, with her husband following behind. His panic-stricken expression perfectly mirrored what you were feeling at the moment.

"I need you to help me lift her onto the stretcher," you looked at the nurse, who nodded firmly before leaving the woman lying on the stretcher. Both of you worked to stabilize the patient as best you could, and it wasn’t until you took her blood pressure that you truly grasped the seriousness of the situation. You suspected her pain wasn’t from contractions, but you really hoped your diagnosis in the middle of the crisis was wrong. "Please call Doctor Kim."

As soon as the nurse left the room, you tried to distance yourself from the woman, careful not to hurt her at any moment. "How many weeks is the baby?" you asked while observing her vital signs. You urgently needed an ultrasound.

"She’s 32 weeks," murmured the man, watching anxiously as his wife lay on the stretcher, tubes in her arms, and a mask helping her breathe. "What’s wrong with Minji, doctor? Will she be okay?" He stayed silent for a moment before finishing, "Will our baby be okay?"

Your heart tightened in your chest when you heard his question. You couldn’t guarantee the well-being of either of them due to hospital policy, and Minji's condition, as he had called her, wasn’t looking good. You didn’t want to say something and then have to watch the man break down with the news.

"What happened?"

You felt a great weight lift from your shoulders when you saw Taehyung enter with the nurse. His steps were firm and quick, and his face was much more serious than when you saw him last. You couldn’t help but feel guilty for having called him on short notice; had he gotten upset about that? Should you apologize?

"Give me a second," you said kindly to the man, moving toward Taehyung while rubbing your sweaty hands against your coat. You were on the verge of a nervous breakdown, but the patient needed you, so you would push down the urge to collapse on the floor and cry, and you would tell your supervisor everything you knew so far. "Her name is Minji, she’s 32 weeks, she came in with severe abdominal pain, her face and hands are swollen, and her blood pressure is far above normal. She had trouble breathing on her own, so we put her on a respirator," you whispered, keeping your gaze fixed on Minji.

"What do you think it is?" Taehyung, just like you, seemed to be paying close attention to the woman’s condition, focusing on her vital signs and blood pressure.

"Her symptoms are typical of preeclampsia. It’s hard to detect it earlier due to the commonality of its symptoms during pregnancy, which would explain why it hasn’t been treated until now," you looked at Minji’s husband, guilt and sorrow flooding you almost instantly. You needed to work on controlling your emotions. "I wanted to ask for an ultrasound to check the baby’s condition and see if we need to intervene in the pregnancy or not."

Taehyung nodded silently, approaching the stretcher and signaling to the nurse to follow with a gesture. "I need a portable obstetric ultrasound here in the emergency room immediately. Tell the imaging technician that this is an obstetric emergency. Ask them to prioritize fetal viability and amniotic fluid examination," while he spoke, he checked the fetal heartbeats with a portable Doppler monitor, frowning at the irregularity in the rhythm. "Also, make sure the ultrasound specialist is informed so we can get quick results."

"Yes, Doctor."

"Are you her husband?" he asked the man, who quickly nodded, quietly saying his name.

"Alright, Mr. Jihoon," Taehyung remained as calm as possible while helping the man sit in one of the nearby chairs, "Your wife has a condition called preeclampsia. In simple terms, it’s when the mother’s blood pressure rises dangerously, and it comes with other symptoms like protein in the urine," he said in a soft tone, trying to calm the man while explaining the situation. "Right now, we’re trying to keep her stable with some medications. Is she allergic to any medications?" He sighed when the man nervously shook his head. "Perfect. We’re going to do an ultrasound to check the baby’s condition. Doctor Y/N told me she’s 32 weeks, so it’s crucial to be sure how advanced the situation is."

"W-what happens if it’s too advanced?" murmured the man with a trembling voice.

You nearly choked on your saliva when you saw Taehyung signaling for you to answer his question.

"If... If preeclampsia is too advanced, we’ll need to treat your wife with corticosteroids before proceeding with the birth. It’s dangerous to intervene before 34 weeks of gestation," you said softly, trying to imitate Taehyung’s calm tone. You knew he had years of experience, but that didn’t change the fact that you envied his composure. Would you be like that after working here as many years as he had?

Taehyung nodded silently, looking at Jihoon with a gentle smile. "There are no signs of seizures yet, so there’s still a chance it hasn’t reached a stage that would endanger the natural delivery of your child."

Jihoon nodded silently, resting his elbows on his knees and running his hands through his hair. He looked utterly devastated, and you understood. Just hours ago, he probably thought everything was fine with his wife and her pregnancy, and now he was receiving the news that she had a condition that affected her pregnancy and could endanger both of their lives.

You wanted to approach the man to offer some comfort, but almost immediately, Taehyung’s large hand held your wrist, gently shaking his head, signaling for you not to do what you thought you were about to do.

Yes, maybe you had forgotten his presence at your side for a moment.

You returned to your original position, taking deep breaths to calm the nerves that were slowly starting to settle after your supervisor’s arrival, who now seemed unwilling to take his eyes off you. Again.

You let out a long sigh, refocusing your attention on Minji’s blood pressure.

Your professional life was just beginning, and it already felt like a mess.

Masterlist.

[milkwaydreams]

Today is Friday, you know what it means?!

THAMEPO DAY!!!

It's been a while I've been this hyped for a series, omg. And was OBSESSED with J&J the same but this feels different, WHAT IS HAPPENING?!

Going to the episode, I QUACKED SO LOUD RIGHT ON THE BEGINNING BECAUSE OF PO'S FACE WHEN HIS DELULU FANTASY WAS DESTROYED BY JUN🤣🤣🤣🤣

He literally goes 🥰->😐 in 2 seconds 🤣🤭

And changing the OP song here was chef's kiss. Whoever had this idea, I love you forever❤️

THAME BEING JEALOUS, HELP, WILLIAM JUST JAVSKWDBWKDHBSSK

Brain is not braining, it's not legal looking this good🙃 And I may have issues cause I was seeing him MAD MAD and I giggled 🤭 BUT CAN YOU BLAME ME?! LOOK AT HIM🤡

Also, I love Jun, but I also don't and want to punch him, but Nut is so cute so I melt. In conclusion, I probably love Nut and want to punch Jun and that's what's causing my confusion 🤣

Then we get to the Pepper and Thame talk scene. I'M SO GLAD THEY HAVE VOICE OF WISDOM AT THAT MOMENT BECAUSE, MY LOVE, THAME, YOU'RE A DOOR!!! My baby going "I don't know, I don't think so" when Pep asked if he likes Po, me and Pep had the same face 😐😐 But actually this makes everything more cute, cause he is doing it innocently, falling in love without even trying and not even realizing it which makes it all so pure 😭 I can't do this anymore 😭 The way he gets genuinely worried if he was doing bad to Po and hurting him when he just wanted to make Po feel good, I can't, it's too sweet, I wanna punch him (I'm weird okay? I want to punch what I find cute, I'm sorry 😭). I love how Pep drives that conversation cause he already noticed/knows Thame likes Po, but Thame needs to find out himself so he just guides Thame, and don't sugarcoat when Thame asks if he is hurting Po cause it's true, if Thame didn't liked Po, what he is doing would be extremely cruel so I love that Pep makes it clear, but also points out that Thame never liked anyone that's why he doesn't know how he feels and encourages him to find out, oh, the friendship 😭 I love Pep😭

And the fact that Thame never liked anyone, I think it may answer some questions I've seen around here, if Thame knows his sexuality. I think he never gave it a thought. He was a trainee since too young and debut young, got extremely busy and with all that "Mars didn't sell. You're the leader, do something" makes it even worse for him so, he simply let this relationship and sexuality thought for later. He wasn't going to be able to date anytime soon anyway (Oh how I hate this side of the idol industry...) and, he will only IN FACT get into this "Can't date" thing only now cause he has someone to fight for, that's probably the part that's gonna hurt me the most so, me scared 😭

And then, the last scene:

Ending the episode like this... ITS CRUELTY!!! LOOK​ AT​ HIS SMILE😭😭😭 This lil smile that William has get me so so weak, I'm not okay with this, it's too easy😃🤡 But the same way that this scene warm my heart (Cause Thame finally realized he actually likes Po), that preview... It breaks my heart cause WHAT DO YOU MEAN PEP WILL "GO AWAY"???!!​ AND​ JUN WILL MESS UP AGAIN KANDKWBSJAGSUABA It's just one slap, baby, I promise it won't hurt. I'm tiny and skinny 😃😃

But once again, my Friday yapping session is complete. I love this series so much, I love everything about it. Maybe it hits harder cause I also like kpop and know how fucked up the behind of the groups can be, and this series shows a lot of this somehow. Maybe because I love Lego and got the chance to get more into Lykn because of the series. Maybe because I fell in love with William and Hong... All this added up just making me love every lil thing about this series, ah😭

[theunbreakablecurse0]

Small fic Teachers Gego AU (hurt/comfort, arguments)

It was a quiet night. No distant car sounds outside, no birds or other things that usually can be heard during this time.

Suguru was sitting in the living room and staring blankly at the front door. Fiddling with the wedding ring on his finger, he blinked and switched his attention from the door to the clock on the wall.

3:31

*****

It was a promise they made along their hard way while being jujutsu sorcerers: no coming back home after midnight. This specific rule was mainly made for Satoru, who always worked overtime while Suguru was away during their toughest year apart. Defection and all the stuff that came with it.

Overworking was not something Suguru and Shoko thought was compatible with Six eyes and Infinity, so just like that, after Satoru's fifth attempt to come back home in the morning, the rule was established.

And to be honest, it had been working quite well for almost seven years of their marriage until some shit began to happen. Again and again. It started with:

             My love 🧿🧿

[sorry i don't think i will be home for dinner today :( ]

[Did smth happen? Need my help?]

[no  it's ok baby, stay at home~]

And ended with:

My love 🧿🧿

[go to bed without me, gonna be done with some paperwork in 40 min or so]

[But there was no paperwork when i left??]

[old fuckers forgot again]

After the fourth time in one week, the confrontation finally happened.

"Toru? Is there something I need to know about? You're coming back much later than usual these days," Suguru asked while stirring green tea.

Satoru raised his head.

"Nothing specific~" he sing-songed with a thin smile.

Suguru frowned.

"Sorry… I'll try coming back home earlier. I promise, it's nothing bad", Satoru whispered and kissed him on the cheek.

“Alright.”

*****

3:57

Suguru heard a sound of a key unlocking the door. It finally opened, revealing a very tired Geto Satoru, who gently closed it from the inside, taking his blindfold off.

"You okay?" Suguru flatly asked, staring at his husband.

Satoru flinched, his eyes widened in awe as he quickly turned to Suguru.

"Shit, you scared me. I-I am!"

"Very well. Care to elaborate?"

"You mean?"

"The damn missions you've been taking and all the fucking lies about paperwork and meetings?"

"Suguru it's..."

"I'm listening. To the truth, preferably,” Suguru stood up, crossing his arms.

"I just... Three first grade sorcerers in Kyoto have resigned. So I agreed to take on their scheduled missions for a few weeks before higher ups will find a replacement for-"

"You're not being serious,” Suguru whispered.

Satoru stood there silently and just sheepishly rubbed his knuckles with a thumb.

"You're working yourself to the ground.”

"I promise you that I'm not!"

"You broke two dishes yesterday and almost poured the tea in a glass instead of your mug. And now, you didn't notice me when I was sitting right here and looking at the door.”

"I..."

"There are thousands of sorcerers in Kyoto that could have taken the job, but instead, higher ups decided to make their lives easier and USE YOU to clean up the mess. You agreed to this shit without telling me, then lied, and all this in process of slowly destroying yourself with the lack of sleep and everything else for fucking weeks. And don't tell me about your RCT, because we know it depends on your brain which can obviously get tired. So don't fucking say anything about people."

"Don't be so dramatic; I can take care of myself."

"I can see that."

"Suguru, please, can we stop doing this now."

"Why did you lie? You could have a least shared it with me."

"Because I knew you would be angry and worried for nothing."

"So you think your health and safety are nothing."

Satoru rolled his eyes.

"Suguru, you act like I'm some damsel in distress, really. I'm a grown man, a special grade jujutsu sorcerer after all."

"And does that make you not human?"

"A little bit?"

"If something happens-"

"NOTHING IS GOING TO HAPPEN!" Satoru interrupted him, clearly annoyed.

"So now you're also immortal and can see the future."

"I DON'T NEED ANYONE TO SAVE ME FROM FIRST AND SECOND GRADE CURSES; I'M NOT FRAGILE, SUGURU!"

"YOU KNOW DAMN WELL THAT IT'S NOT WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!"

"THEN WHAT IS IT?!"

"I'M TALKING ABOUT YOU EXHAUSTED AND ALONE, DOING NOT YOUR JOB, WHILE YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO LET YOUR BODY REST! AND YOU NEVER KNOW WHAT CAN HAPPEN WHEN YOU PUSH YOURSELF TO THE LIMIT!"

“IT IS MY JOB!”

“IT’S NOT!”

“YOU LEFT ME FOR A YEAR! I WORKED LIKE THIS AND NOTHING HAPPENED. DIDN’T SEEM LIKE YOU CARED BACK THEN!”

A low blow. A very low blow.

Suguru felt like a bucket of cold water was poured onto his shoulders, and it looked like it showed on his face, because after a couple of seconds, Satoru quietly called his name and reached out with his hand. 

Suguru took a step back, almost hitting the wall.

“Dad, Papa? Is everything fine?” Tsumiki asked, looking from an opened door to her bedroom.

“Sorry, did we wake you up? We’re alright,” Suguru found some words, coming up to his daughter.

“No, I woke up ‘cause I was thirsty.”

“I’ll bring you some water, okay?” Suguru whispered. The girl nodded, and as the man turned away and made his way to the kitchen, she worriedly looked at Satoru.

“Papa? Are you sure you are okay? You don’t look well…”

“I- yes, I am.”

Suguru returned and carefully put the glass in Tsumiki’s hand.

“Go to bed, okay?” He ruffled her hair, and she muttered a sleepy “thank you” before going back to her room.

Just as Tsumiki left, Satoru came up to Suguru, gently holding his cold hand.

“I’m so sorry. I-I didn’t mean it,” his voice was shaking a little.

“I see,” Suguru gently brushed Satoru’s hand off and went to put on his shoes. He needed to get out of here for a while.

“Wait! Where are you going?” 

Suguru didn’t answer the question.

“You should change your clothes. And there is your portion of food from dinner on the table. Eat at least something and go to bed. I need some time alone.”

He threw on his black hoodie, snatched his emergency cigarette pack with a lighter and left, shutting the door. Satoru hid his face in his palms.

*****

It took Suguru almost an hour and three cigarettes to calm down a little bit. He rarely smoked. Especially after the children appeared. 

But today Suguru felt like he really needed it. A smoke break.

He couldn’t help but wonder if it was something he did. Something that made Satoru feel like he could not trust him anymore.

*****

When he got back home, it was already five in the morning. There was no food on the table. Only a small stack of washed dishes next to the sink.

"Thank God" Suguru thought.

He walked down the corridor and stood in front of their bedroom door, carefully opening it after some time.

Satoru was lying on the opposite edge of the bed under the blanket with his back to the entrance, looking unusually small for his height. Suguru closed the door, and the room fell into complete darkness.

He joined Satoru under the covers and turned to his husband. Suguru knew he was not asleep. The back was too strained, and it seemed like Satoru tried to hold his breath or just breathe more quietly for some reason. There was only one explanation for that.

He couldn't do this anymore. This particular week was a killer on its own.

Suguru stretched his arm and easily moved another man to his chest. After a few seconds, a sob broke the silence of the bedroom. Satoru's shoulders began to shake uncontrollably.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," Satoru sobbed out.

"I'm very sorry too," Suguru whispered, feeling that his eyes began to burn. He gently flipped Satoru, and now they were face to face in the darkness.

"You must know I didn't mean it!" Satoru exclaimed, and Suguru just held him tighter.

"B-because I know the reason why you l-left and everything else. It was just such a shitty month, and I'm so-"

"Shhh... I believe you. It's okay. I'm here."

"It is NOT okay!"

"Satoru, it's alright. Please, we've said a lot of shit to each other before. It doesn't mean it is true."

Satoru's breathing became a bit easier.

"After our talk two days ago I- I decided to quit taking extra missions. But this time there were kids. The curse was stealing them for a few weeks, and these motherfuckers couldn't even find them straight away because higher ups can't do their fucking job. I didn't want you to be there. Not after Mimiko and Nanako. So I didn't tell you. I'm sorry I lied about all this stuff."

And just like that, the truth was out. There was a silence for a few minutes.

"But do you think it makes me feel easier that you experienced all this alone?" Suguru asked tenderly.

After a moment, Satoru whispered a "no".

"I thought we were stronger together, mm? Mentally AND physically."

"We are," Satoru mumbled.

"I understand where your worries came from, but please don't do stuff like that again. I can do anything when I'm with you. I was so fucking worried. I just... you know I'm not trying to order you around, but..."

"I understand."

Satoru hid his face on Suguru's neck and sniffed.

"Are you sure you're okay? Nothing hurts?"

"Head. A lil bit."

"Did you take your pills? The ones Shoko gave you?"

"I did."

"Good," Suguru praised, while petting his hair.

"The food was very delicious; thank you."

"You are welcome, my love."

Satoru blushed.

"Wait, Toru, is that my sweatshirt you are wearing?"

"Maybe..."

Suguru finally felt relieved after all these days.

"We should take a day off today."

"Mmm? Yeah. Definitely."

"I'll deal with it. Go to sleep. I'll grab you some tissues, and I have to find my phone."

"Nooo~ I don't want you to go anywhere."

"Just for a second, come on."

"Nope."

P.S. I laid this on the table. You deal with it lol. Fuck typos if there any (as usual)

P.P.S. Was inspired by Satoru Gojo's shitty schedule! Not even sure what is this

[crazyyluvr]

Hello(different anon), but I have a kinda angst idea for male Ravenclaw reader x James! During a quidditch match between Ravenclaw and Slytherin, maybe Slytherin’s beater(let’s say Mulciber for the sake of this) hit the bludger toward Ravenclaw’s seeker and reader hit it, but the slytherin’s beater hit reader with the bat to take them out of the matches for a while. James sees reader get attacked and fall from his broom and whatnot and the aftermath.

I really liked your writing of James for this fic and I would love more of it if you could so! No pressure and love your writing!

You're Just a Bit Less Graceful than Icarus When Falling from the Sky, but It's Okay!

summary: As James crush on you continues to grow, you play Quidditch against Slytherin. I think we can all guess where that goes, especially when Mulciber seems to have it out for you.

note: I have given up on putting my oneshots in a layout. nonetheless, thank you so much for the request anon! sorry if the writing is bad, this is the first thing I've written in a while. enjoy!!

wc. 2.6k

cw. injury, fighting, cursing

my other james x male!ravenclaw!reader: part 1 | part 2 | part 3

Over the course of the next few days, James had the wonderful opportunity of getting to know you better. He quickly learned that you were quiet but you had your moments were you said things that made James turn red. He didn't like feeling embarrassed, but he could deal with the feeling as long as he heard your laugh.

Today was another break from school, since it was time to resume the Quidditch Cup. James didn't have any matches this weekend, but you had one against Slytherin. James didn't have friends in Ravenclaw and definitely not in Slytherin, but he told his friends that he was watching the match.

He didn't even have to say that it was for you, since they already knew. If Remus's knowing smile and Sirius's teasing smirk was any implication of that.

It didn't exactly matter to him what his mates thought of his "down bad behavior" (Sirius's words, not his). All he really cared about was supporting you, since you had expressed your nervousness for Quidditch now that you were made an official Beater of the team.

"I don't know how you can deal with this type of pressure James." Your tone was lighthearted, but James knew that you were feeling antsy about the upcoming Quidditch matches.

"It takes a lot of practice to get used to it, but I know you will," James replied. You were both in the library, studying Potions until a few conversations led to your schoolwork being momentarily forgotten on the table.

It was easy to forget things that were right in front of James with you sitting close to him, so close that your shoulder brushed against his when you used your hands while talking.

You sighed, leaning back against the comfortable cushions of the couch. "I better get used to it soon, or else Connor will skin me alive."

"Oh I would love to see that."

"How you wound me, Potter." You put a hand on your chest in mock hurt.

You both snickered like high school girls until you fell silent after Madam Pince's severe shushing.

James glanced around. He was waiting for you to leave the Great Hall so he could wish you good luck one last time before the match began in a few minutes. Peter, Remus, and Sirius were already in the stands, saving him a seat in the front so he could properly watch the game.

You finally emerged through the large double doors, and you spotted him almost immediately. He felt his chest warm when he saw how you relaxed at the sight of him.

"You guys go ahead, I'll be in the tent in a bit," you told your other teammates. They whistled and 'ooh'ed in response, making you roll your eyes and wave them away.

"Ignore them," you said once you were alone and closer to James. "They're always like that with everyone."

James shook his head, his lips donning a fond smile. "Don't worry, I'm used to it from my own mates."

"Mmm, they seem like the type," you chuckled, making James laugh under his breath.

He took a moment to look at you from behind his glasses, studying your expressions carefully. He may not be as observant as Remus, but he liked to think that he knew you well enough to recognize when you use humor as a distraction from your nervousness.

"How are you feeling?" He finally asked.

You let out a breath. "Like I'm gonna shit my pants while I'm up in the air."

James let a quiet laugh escape him, wrapping an arm around your shoulder to pull you closer into — what James hoped — a reassuring, friendly hug. It was a bit awkward with the height difference, making you bend down a bit, but it worked. "You got this." He said with surety. "You're the best Beater I've ever seen. You'll do well out there."

"You better make sure Black doesn't hear you, or else it'll destroy all the progress I've been making in getting closer to him," you teased.

James laughed again. He didn't see the way you quietly admired him and the way his facial features crinkled to accommodate the sound of joy that left his lips.

You cleared your throat, smiling down at James slightly. "I better get going," you said. "The team's waiting for me."

"Alright." James reluctantly let his arm slip down to his side and watched you leave. "Good luck!"

"Don't laugh at me if I fall off my broom!" You called back, disappearing from his view into the crowd pouring into the field without letting him respond.

He let out a breath, running a hand down his face to calm his racing heart.

Having a crush sucks.

—————

You exhaled sharply as you swung your bat, the thick wood hitting the Bludger with a mighty thwack as you sent it sailing towards a Slytherin Chaser.

Your hit landed on its target, sending the Chaser off-course and making her let go of the Quaffle. Your teammates caught it before it could hit the ground and quickly scored another point.

"As Ravenclaw scores another ten points, Captain Harlow makes a deep dive! It seems like he has his eyes on the Snitch!"

Your eyes immediately looked for your captain. You knew Seekers became an even bigger target when they were in pursuit of the Snitch, so you followed Harlow a few meters away, batting stray Bludgers towards other Chasers while also keeping a close eye on your Seeker.

"You're fucking annoying!" Mulciber, your opponent Beater, sneered, shouting your name around twenty feet away from you. You had been deflecting his hits throughout the entire match, no matter how hard he's been hitting. He wasn't used to being opposed and he obviously didn't like it.

You didn't reply, simply trailing behind Harlow. The Slytherin Seeker was hot on his heels, but you trusted your captain to get to the Snitch first.

Thwack!

Your body moved on instinct, like you had become one with your bat and broom as you raced forward and swung as hard as you could before the sailing Bludger could make contact with Harlow. Your arms hummed from the heavy impact, but you were able to counter the hit with your own strength, sending it towards the Slytherin Seeker.

It made contact with him, stopping his pursuit and letting Harlow grasp the Snitch.

"Harlow has the Snitch! Ravenclaw wins the match!"

The crowd erupted in cheers, numerous students in blue and silver jumping around in the stands as they shouted for their house.

Harlow turned around and gave you a grateful grin before pumping his fist enclosed around the Snitch in the air victoriously.

You were about to let out a laugh when you heard a cry of outrage behind you.

"LOOK OUT!"

You didn't get to react before you felt something hard hit you at the back of your head and make your world fade into darkness.

—————

Before James could even fully process what he was doing, he found himself on the field, pushing himself through the players that crowded over you.

He saw everything; how well you performed, your accurate bats, up until Mulciber threw his club right towards you out of anger.

He wasn't fully aware of his actions, even as he cradled your head in his hands to check if you were conscious, or alive even. All he could think about was how Mucliber had gone out his way to severely injure you even when the game had already ended, when Ravenclaw had fairly won.

He snapped back to the present when Madame Pomfrey appeared behind him and someone pulled him onto his feet.

James felt something warm on his hands. He looked down at them to check, and he swore his heart stopped.

They were red with blood.

Your blood.

"Prongs," Sirius was saying — he was the one who pulled him up to his feet.

"Pads," James said hoarsely. He slowly turned to face his best friend, and Sirius saw his hands, eyes widening in shock.

"Where the fuck is Mulciber?" He managed to get out behind gritted teeth. Sirius looked around, and James knew he spotted him when Sirius's jaw clenched and his face contorted in anger.

James didn't hesitate. He turned and once he saw Mucliber, he ran towards him and rammed him to the ground with so much force dead American football players rolled in their graves.

One hand wrapped around the neck of Mulciber's Quidditch jersey while he swung the other towards the Slytherin's face, making contact with a satisfying crack.

He pulled back, ready to hit again, before a hand wrapped around his arm, stopping him from continuing. Another hand grabbed his other arm, tugging him away from Mulciber while yet another set of hands wrapped around his stomach to keep him from throwing more punches.

"You fucking bastard!" James shouted out, thrashing in the hold of who he faintly recognized as your teammates and Sirius. He saw Remus and Peter jogging towards them in the corners of his eyes, but he didn't care.

He didn't care, because you were hurt, and the fucker who hurt you was right in front of you.

"JAMES FLEAMONT POTTER!" He heard Professor McGonagall's roar, and it was enough to stop him from struggling, breathing heavily. He would have continued, but he's never heard the professor sound that severe before.

"Twenty points from Gryffindor and detention for two days," she said harshly, glaring at him from over the rims of her square glasses.

"But Professor —!"

"Say anything else and I'll make it fifty points and a week's worth of detention."

James closed his mouth, but he pulled himself out of the arms of the Ravenclaw players.

The professor turned to Mulciber, who was being hauled to his feet while he moaned in pain. "Eighty points from Slytherin and a month's worth of detention with Mr. Filch," she all but spat at him. "Your actions were absolutely reckless and caused severe injury to another student who did nothing wrong except win a Quidditch match. Your punishment will be discussed among the teachers soon."

She turned to James, eyes just a tad softer. "He's in the hospital wing now," she said. "I suggest you pay him a visit before visiting hours end."

Not that it's ever stopped you before, James knew what McGonagall was implying. He gave her a nod, shot a heated glare at Mulciber, and stormed away to the hospital wing, too mad to even say a word to the other Marauders despite their questions.

He needed to make sure you were okay, then he would be okay too.

—————

The first thing you noticed when you regained consciousness was not the bandages around your head, or the pain, or even the chill that creeped up on you from the gaps of the blanket around your body. It was the weight of a hand over yours, warm and gentle, as if worried your hand would break under more pressure.

It was a struggle to raise the heavy lids over your eyes, but you were successful nonetheless. Once your eyes adjusted to the darkness in the hospital wing, you saw the one and only James Potter, leaning face-down on the side of your cot, his back rising and falling evenly from his breaths.

You pushed yourself up to a sitting position, squeezing one eye shut at the pain that pierced the back of your skull from your movement.

Your hand slipped away from James' as you shifted, and it was enough for him to jolt awake, glasses crooked on the bridge of his nose and curly hair even messier than normal.

"What're you doing here this late, James?" You asked, your voice raspy from the lack of use.

James decided to leave your question unanswered, handing you a glass of water from the side table before speaking. "Do you remember what happened?" He asked carefully.

You tilted your head a little, trying to recall what caused your unexpected stay in the hospital wing. "I remember winning against Slytherin, and then something hit my head."

You shivered a little, and James scooted closer to you as if trying to provide you with warmth even from a distance.

"Did you see what happened?" You asked. "Did a Bludger hit me in the back of the head or something?"

James didn't speak for a moment, debating with himself. You sensed his hesitation, and that was all you needed to understand what had happened to you.

"Someone threw something at me, didn't they?" You leaned back on your cot. “Who?”

"Mulciber." You felt a bit taken aback at the venom in the boy's voice as he said the name.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair before pausing as a flare of pain emanated from the back of your head. “I expected as much. He seemed pretty pissed when I knocked their Seeker away from the Snitch.”

James watched you with an incredulous expression. “How can you be so calm about this?” He demanded. “You could’ve been hurt worse because of Mulciber.”

“I know,” you said placatingly, trying to soothe James’s rising anger. “But honestly, would you have expected anything less from him? He’s a sore loser, always has been.”

“You don’t understand.” James said your name with a tone much more serious than you’ve ever heard from him. “You fell off your broom. You could have died!”

You were once again caught off guard by his words. You paused, reaching your hand out to pat the back of James’s hand that was still on your cot.

James felt his cheeks heat up, both from your touch and the way you looked at him. Eyes soft, lips slightly upturned into a reassuring smile that was doing wonders at calming him down.

“I’m sorry you had to watch that,” you said genuinely. “But I’m alive. I’m living and breathing in front of you, right?”

James nodded reluctantly. “Right?”

Your smiled widened. “See? It’s gonna take more than Mulciber and his pettiness to kill me.”

James finally let out a small chuckle, and you felt your chest warm victoriously.

You pulled your hand back. “You should go back to your dorm,” you said. “I don’t know what time it is, but I’m fairly sure visiting hours is over and Madam Pomfrey would have your head if she knew you were still here bugging one of her patients.”

James moved before thinking, hand moving forward to grasp yours again. “I’m not going anywhere,” he declared with such emotion it made your heart stop and you cheeks slightly warm. “I’m staying here until you get better.”

You let out a shaky laugh. “You sure? That could take a while.”

“I can wait,” James said simply, flashing you a smile that made your cheeks feel even warmer. “For you, I can wait forever.”

You smiled at that, leaning your head back and trying to keep your eyes open despite the drowsy spell that was suddenly laid over you.

James noticed your struggle. “Sleep,” he said, adjusting his grip on your hand so it would be more comfortable for the both of you. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“You better be, Potter,” you said in a joking manner, but James knew you meant it. He knew that you often hid your yearning for human contact with jokes and crooked smiles, so he knows how much him staying there with you actually meant to you.

It’s just proof that he’s getting to know you pretty well.

“I will,” he reassured, shifting in his chair so and leaning back, while still keeping his hand with yours on the cot.

Staying true to his word, he was still there when you woke up.

[victorzsasz]

Fic request plz for armand looking after sick daniel? I’m feeling fevery and tragic and would love a lil comfort fic if you have time! 💖

So sorry to hear you're feeling sick! Thank you so much for the prompt, I'm honoured. I hope this helps you feel a little better :) Daniel wakes up, shivering yet sweaty and hot, his head pounding like the worst hangover he's ever had. He hasn't been sick like this in years, damn his dysfunctional immune system.

He lazily reaches a hand out beside himself on the bed and blindly searches for Armand. Finding some part of him, Daniel gently shakes him.

"....Armand..?" Daniel says weakly, ".. babe?"

"hm? yes?" Armand replies sleepily, stirring awake.

"Cancel our plans. I feel horrible." Daniel says.

Armand shifts, and Daniel feels Armand's freezing cold flesh envelop his own burning flesh. it feels so nice.

"oh. you we're kidding, you're very warm." Armand comments.

Daniel just grunts in response and turns around, burying his face into the crook of Armand's neck. The coolness of his flesh was so soothing, he wants to stay like this forever.

"Take it easy today, okay? just relax. I'll take care of everything. rest." Armand says, gently stroking Daniel's hair.

Rest. Daniel feels himself get incredibly tired, yes, rest does seem nice right now. Daniel feels himself relax, and feels himself start to fall asleep through the pounding of his headache. Curled up against his lover, Daniel smiles slightly as he fades into unconsciousness. Daniel wakes up some time later. Armand's gone, but Daniel's headache and fever remain. He feels his stomach clench up and decides he should at least try to eat something. getting up, Daniel's legs feel like jelly, he feels dizzy, weak, and uncoordinated. He stumbles his way to the bedroom door, grabbing his hung-up housecoat and throwing it on, he has no energy to actually get dressed, before opening the door and making his way to the living room.

Leaning against the living room doorway, trying to steady himself and regain some strength, he spots Armand sitting on the couch, looking at something on his ipad.

"Hey." Daniel says.

"Daniel!" Armand looks up at him in surprise, "You should be resting."

"Just thought I'd try to eat something." Daniel explains.

Armand smiles softly and pats the seat next to him on the couch.

"Come, relax, I'll get you something to eat and drink. I'll take care of you."

Daniel glances at the couch, in his weakened state is seems so far away.

"uh, yeah, just give me a second." Daniel says, resting his head against the doorway.

Armand gets up and walks over to Daniel, and gently caresses his face before picking him up bridal style, like Daniel weighs nothing. Daniel doesn't protest or complain, he's too tired to put up a fight, he just rests his head against Armand's shoulder.

"... do I need to bring you to a hospital?" Armand looks down at Daniel with intense concern.

"No. it's nothing that serious. It'll pass soon."

Armand carries Daniel to the couch and gently lays him down.

"What do you need, beloved?" Armand asks, staying kneeled down beside the couch.

"Water, nothing too heavy, maybe soup? and my meds and if we have any, Advil or something for my head."

Armand nods, and leaves to the kitchen. Daniel stares at the wall for a few seconds, not really having the energy to do much else, before he decides to at least turn on the tv.

grabbing the remote and flipping through the channels, nothing really interests Daniel, so he just throws on some old stand up comedy special. He doesn't really pay attention, and he thinks the audiences laughter is just making his headache worse. He doesn't turn it off though, he just blankly stares at the tv in misery.

Armand returns a few minutes later with a tray expertly balancing on one hand, and a pillow and blanket in the other. He walks over to Daniel, placing the tray down on the coffee table, before spreading the blanket over him and Daniel lifts his head as Armand places the pillow underneath it.

"thank you." Daniel says before examining the contents on the tray.

A glass of water, what Daniel thinks is chicken and vegetable soup, and all his various medications sit on the tray. Daniel grabs the glass of water and takes an experimental sip, it feels like a rock in his stomach. He keeps it down though, so Daniel takes all his pills, throwing them into his mouth before drinking some water and swallowing them. It feels like someone punched and stabbed Daniel in the gut at the same time. For a moment he thinks he might vomit, but the feeling passes. His stomach feels hurt and heavy, but at least he can keep his pills down.

"I think that's the best I can do." Daniel says.

"that's okay, love, at least you got your medications and some water down. Do you need anything else?" Armand asks softly,

"yeah, uh, turn me into a vampire so I'll never be this sick again." Daniel complains.

"Can't do that, love." Armand says with a slight smile, "besides, your blood would taste horrible right now."

Daniel smiles slightly, before returning his attention to the tv. Armand grabs his ipad and sits on the other couch, paying full attention to the screen.

He's not entirely sure how much time has passed, the show has changed from the stand up to some old sitcom he's half paying attention to.

"Sit up." Armand says, breaking through Daniel's half-dazed state.

Daniel sits up with a grunt, how can his body feel so stiff when he's just laid around all day? Armand sits down on the couch and slowly lowers Daniel down, and rests his head on his lap. Daniel hums happily, comfortable in his lover's lap. Daniel then feels a cold, wet, towel drape across his forehead, cooling him down some and slightly helping his headache.

"I read online this is good for sickness." Armand says, gently playing with Daniel's curls.

"mmm." Daniel replies, "You haven't been sick in over 500 years, have you?"

"no." Armand replies.

"must be nice... not remembering what it's like."

"....You need rest now, Daniel. Just rest."

"Rest..." Daniel mumbles back, his body suddenly feeling so heavy, so tired.

Daniel feels himself start drifting into unconsciousness, despite the pounding headache and aching limbs, Daniel feels comfortable and safe.

"Don't leave me.." Daniel mumbles, half-asleep.

"I won't. I promise. Rest now, beloved. I'll still be here when you wake." Armand assures him.

With that assurance, Daniel fades back into much needed sleep.

[jax-interacts]

Painful, Disgusting Vulnerability

I wrote a Jax fanfic just a few days ago about him getting a migraine while working at Spudsy's then talking to Gangle for a while. I figured maybe it'd be good to share here :]

Wordcount: 1.3k

Content Warnings: Cursing. Descriptions of migraines, pain, nausea, and overstimulation. Heavily implied internalized ableism. If there are more, please let me know!

AO3 Link

Reblogs/comments/asks are appreciated!! I'm taking requests :333

Entire fic under cut :]

Why the fuck was this the adventure today.

Usually it wasn’t so bad, a breath of fresh air, a dim room, something manageable. But this? Jax wanted to scream.

His head throbbed within a rhythm that the fluorescent lights flickered with. He was legitimately going to kill Gangle later.

Granted, the lunch rush was over, that was nice at least. But it didn’t end the tightness in his jaw and neck as he forced his mind through every thought and consequential movement for that Spudsy Satisfaction Guarantee™

Whatever that meant anyway.

He finished serving a customer- one reused from a previous adventure, but he couldn’t care enough to catch the name as he closed his eyes tightly. Fireworks exploded behind his eyelids and he took a full second before being able to open them again.

It was getting darker outside, maybe he could take a second out there to escape all of this. He settled on the idea too quickly for his liking as he squinted down the room and walked to the back entrance. He knocked into someone on the way there, forcing him to take another deep breath to erase the upcoming nausea and he stormed past without a second acknowledgement. There was something said to him, either from Pomni or Gangle, he didn’t quite notice, but either way, it certainly wasn’t important enough. 

The moment he stepped outside and closed the door wasn’t pure relief, but it was close enough to it. He roughly moved himself onto the ground, stumbling partially on his way.

Why- why did they have to do an adventure like this? 

He shakily exhaled and clutched his temple. Maybe the walk-in freezer would be better, something cold to put on his forehead, but he mentally rejected the idea since it would involve stepping back into the chaos another time, even if just for a brief moment.

He considered his options carefully. Okay well maybe not carefully, but he spent a while considering the pros and cons. He started barely uncurling himself from his spot on the dirty pavement when the door suddenly slammed open.

Instinctively, he covered his ears and closed his eyes, unable to rise over the surge of pain. He took a few sharp inhales before he felt a presence on his shoulder and he quickly moved away with a small whimper. He looked at the direction and- Gangle.

He shivered, maybe from the cold breeze, and put his hands over his eyes, “What do you want, Ribbons?”

Gangle’s chipper voice felt like silverware on porcelain, “That’s no way to talk to a manager, and this certainly isn’t what you’re supposed to be doing! Didn’t I tell you to-”

“I don’t care what you told me to do. Not right now," Jax's voice quivered just a small amount. He couldn’t stop himself from talking, “Not right now, I- I need a minute. I need two at least.”

Gangle tilted her head but Jax didn’t look over at all, “You’ve already taken well over the allowed amount of break time for today. Do I need to give you some more training so you’ll-”

“Shut up, Gangle!” He looked at her for the first time during that conversation. Gangle’s face shifted as it typically did, a bit sad and almost wincing. She blurred in his vision as water rose- nope, he was crying. Dammit, he couldn’t do this in front of her. Kinger, Pomni- practically anyone except the one actually in charge for once, getting a high from the control she suddenly possessed. 

He quickly looked away and put his hands over his eyes. Aside from hiding the tears better, it built some nice pressure and hid the light further. “Sorry,” he mumbled. 

His anxiety struggled to build some kind of witty insult before Gangle hesitantly spoke, her voice much softer, “Jax… are you okay?”

“Peachy.”

“No, I-” Gangle sighed. The two were never close, how could they be? The only thing they had in common was the hell they were in, but even in that moment, it wasn’t truly shared. “I can leave if you want me to. I’ll take over your role for a bit.”

Jax looked at Gangle, forgetting the embarrassment just for a moment. The tears still remained in his eyes but didn’t quite overflow. He opened his mouth to speak only to exhale, finally pushing the water over the edge. He wiped them away without as much concern, no one would believe Gangle if she told the others, right?

“Um…” Jax awkwardly felt his mind blank, almost as if all the potential words he could use were floating infinitely in front of him, unable to be obtained. “I got a question actually.”

Gangle perked right up into her upbeat voice, “Go right ahead!” Jax’s flinch went well-acknowledged as she followed up in a conversational whisper, “I’m all ears.” She took a small step and sat down next to Jax, trying to clean the ground a bit before sitting. 

“Y’know the training you sent me to?” His mouth was dry upon the memory but he persisted with Gangle’s nod, “How does that work? Do you decide like…” 

Gangle continued after a moment, “Well I’m not sure what exactly you went through in there, but I mostly thought about you watching training videos, like on an old VCR. The kind-” she chuckled, “The kind I watched when I trained for my old job.”

Jax nodded to himself and remained quiet. “What about the darkness there?”

“Darkness?”

“Yeah, it was-” This was stupid, he already got a breath of fresh air, next time his pain surged he should just go to the supply closet and lock it behind him. Screw talking about it. “Never mind, forget it. I can work just fine.” He started getting up but his body naturally slowed him down with an even worse pain spike as he groaned and clutched his head. He felt her gaze pierce through his body, taking in the savory details. He excused himself in a rough voice, “I’m fine, really.”

“No no, Jax, rest for a moment.” She hovered near his body, encouraging him to sit without inherently making contact. He got the message whether he wanted to or not and curled himself into a ball. He forgot she was next to him until about a minute later. “To answer your question, I guess I did imagine darkness. The few days I trained, the lights were out, so it was just me and the old-fashioned mini-TV.”

She waited a moment before continuing, “I could try to send you there. With um. The darkness? Just that or would you want the videos too?”

“Just the darkness. No sound, I-” He looked at her, though not by much, still trying to shield any of the nearby light. “Why are you helping me? I…” He flashed through his memories, piece by piece of every interaction they’ve had, “If I was in your spot, I’d make my life hell.” He pushed out a constrained laugh, “It wouldn’t be that hard to do that.”

Gangle frowned. “This is different.”

“Is it?”

“Yeah.” They both waited a while. “I’m not angry at you.”

“You aren’t?” 

“Not at all.” She laughed sadly, “Maybe I should be. But… I’m not.”

Jax hated how he felt like a broken record, looping on ideas in the same way the pain rotated around, playing with his mind like silly putty. “You should be. Really, Gangle.” His voice became small. “This is probably your one and only shot.”

Gangle sighed softly with a smile, “And I’m okay with it going to waste. I’ll figure something else out if I ever wanted to ‘get back’ at you.”

His mind ran with a million questions, but he felt too exhausted to push any out, so he just numbly nodded instead. Gangle stood up, and there was a panged realization within Jax that maybe she wasn’t going to help at all and it was all a plan to humiliate him at his worst and send him right back to work when he finally expects relief. But all he really got was a succinct, “Goodbye Jax. I hope the ‘training’ helps.”

And he was gone. And it was dark. And he felt his body collapse beneath him yet the ground was soft and expecting his arrival.

[comeforthepizza]

I feel like hell. I wanna go home. I miss my parents.

[starflungwaddledee]

this is a long shot and i'm sorry to ask, but if you don't mind, can mutuals (or contacts or regulars... just... this community) of mine who aren't jumping ship like... let me know? will any of us still be here? is it over? i'm trying to know if this really is it or what's... even happening. i hate to reassurance seek but i'm feeling pretty miserable and confused.

edit: felt like i was being really pitiful and fragile making this but everybody is being so nice to me and responding so patiently with all your thoughts and i'm in tears of gratitude thank you thank you thank you 💖

[astrxealis]

if i do "?" in text i'm genuinely tilting my head like a dog if i do "!!" my eyes are sparkling and i am figuratively wagging my tail if i am IN ALL CAPS i'm screaming from the top of a mountain with all the power i can with love and the strength of RAGHHH within me

[lucygrayslover]

I feel bad blocking my friend on this blog. but she can't see this anymore.