#this is going with me to therapy next week

[archangeldyke-all]

ANGEEEEEEL DO A LITTLE FUCKER AND ISHA FIC AND MY LIFE IS YOURS 🫵🫵🫵

okay okay okay long awaited but let's do it finally ehheehehe

as always with these fics, don't ask me the logistics of how the pregnancy happened. it's yuri magic. have some fun.

men and minors dni

jinx is twenty when she decides to go to college. after a few years of taking care of herself-- through therapy, moving in with you and sevika, isha's good influence, and vi and ekko's support-- jinx finally felt ready to look to her future.

she got into a good school in piltover; full scholarship, because she's a fucking genius.

you don't worry about the workload overwhelming her, though she's decided to enroll in a dual degree program, studying chemistry and engineering at the same time.

you don't worry that her demons will catch up to her; she'll be living with cait and vi, and she'll be within walking distance of her therapist. plus, she's done a lot of good work for herself.

the only thing you worry about is isha.

though the girl is older now, around eight years old and much more used to you and sevika than she was when you first met, isha's favorite person in the entire world is still jinx. and the feeling is mutual. so, while jinx will spend her weeks with cait and vi up top, on weekends she'll come back to zaun to catch up with isha.

it's still a rough adjustment.

isha's just... lonely. you miss the giggles that used to fill your home-- isha entertained endlessly by her older sister's shenanigans. and despite all you and sevika have done to keep her occupied-- buying her new games and pets and books-- you can tell that isha's bored all alone.

"what if we had a baby?" sevika asks one night after you've turned off the lights and cuddled into her arms.

"another cat?" you mumble. sevika laughs.

"i was thinking a human baby, but we could get another cat if you want."

you sit up in bed, reaching out to flick a light on and stare down at your wife. "where the fuck is this coming from!?" you squeal.

sevika shrugs. "isha's lonely! we should give her a little sibling."

"wh-- like our own baby?! like one of us gets pregnant!?"

"well unless isha drags home a stray kid i don't see how else we'll get one." sevika chuckles.

you gawk at her. sevika smiles up at you. "s-sevika, we already have two to five children, depending on the day." you say.

sevika snorts. "ekko, cait and vi are ours only in spirit, love, they won't ever need us in the way jinx and isha do." she says. you pout. sevika snorts. "and jinx is all grown up, now." she reminds you.

tears well up in your eyes. "no she's not." you say, your pout worsening. sevika giggles and swipes your tears away.

"look; i know we said no kids when we started dating. but we said a lot of shit back then. remember when we thought we'd go hiking every saturday? we were crazy." sevika says. you giggle. "shit happened between then and now baby. life happened. deaths and marriage and adoptions and moves-- that kinda shit changes people. you changed me. and... we bought this big ass house for our family. might as well fill it up."

"well fuck, sevika, how many babies are you planning on giving me!?" you ask through a sob of happy tears. sevika laughs.

"as many as you'll let me." she says with a shrug.

you go to the doctor to talk about pregnancy the next week, only to find out that you're already a month into your first trimester.

"wh-- i'm-- but--" you sputter.

"she's already pregnant!?" sevika squeals.

the doctor laughs. "it would seem so. good timing."

sevika bursts into laughter and scoops you out of the doctor's paper covered seat, spinning you around her office and sobbing into your shoulder as you blink in shock.

"what the fuck?" you ask. sevika cackles.

on your drive home, you look over at your wife with a suspicious glare. "did you plan this?"

sevika laughs. "you think i'm that diabolical?"

"no, i just-- you decide you want a baby and boom, i'm magically already pregnant?!"

"i can probably smell it on you or somethin'-- my instincts could sense it. like how i can smell when you're ovulating."

you giggle. "that's probably how you knocked me up in the first place."

sevika grins. "fuck yeah it is. i did the math. i think it was the weekend we sent isha up to spend with the girls."

at the mention of your girls it hits you. you're about to have a baby. another one. your own-- one that you know from the first shit it takes.

you burst into tears, and sevika laughs. "there you go, i was waiting for that to happen."

"we're having a baby." you cry, scrambling to grab the hand she reaches across the console. "oh, janna, sev-- i don't know how to change diapers! all our other kids came to us potty trained!"

"i'll change all the diapers in the world, for you, love." sevika promises, kissing your knuckles. you laugh.

"you're such a liar."

isha's one smart little shit. you and sevika decide not to tell her until the second trimester, when it's less likely that you'll miscarry.

she figures it out within a week of you and sevika getting the news.

it could be the way sevika keeps touching your stomach, or the giddy kisses the pair of you keep exchanging when you think isha's not looking-- but something tips her off.

she sits you and sevika down one evening with a frown and her arms folded in front of her chest.

is there a baby in your belly? she signs. you sputter. sevika gasps. isha's suspicious glare melts into an excited smile. is there!? she asks with a gasp.

you burst into laughter and sevika shrugs. "we thought you might wanna be a big sister." isha grins, tears welling up in her eyes as she launches herself at you and sevika, laughing and crying.

i do. isha signs. i'm gonna be the best big sister ever. don't tell jinx. or violet.

you spend your pregnancy being waited on hand and foot by all your girls. vi, cait, and jinx all come to visit once or twice a week-- all three of them enchanted with your swollen stomach and always bringing baby supplies in tow.

isha makes a count-down to your due-date, bedazzles it and hangs it on the fridge so she can keep perfect track of how much longer she has to wait before meeting the baby.

isha's also started to call the baby her baby.

how many more doctors visits do you have before you have my baby? isha signs to you one afternoon as you wait in your doctor's office. you burst into laughter.

"your baby, huh?"

isha nods. i'm her sister! she signs, before gently reaching out and rubbing your stomach.

"what makes you think it's a girl?"

isha shrugs. most of your other babies are girls.

you cackle.

isha must be psychic, because your little girl comes into the world kicking and screaming in the middle of a family potluck.

it's horrible. violet passes out. surprisingly, ekko is the most helpful, giving everyone instructions and calling an ambulance for you while you wail on the living room floor.

isha's watching with a disgusted fascination the entire time, her lips curled in horror and shock, her eyes big and sparkling as she witnesses the miracle of birth.

powder and cait help keep you propped up-- both of them toweling up all your... fluids... while sevika holds your hand and kisses your head.

one baby, a ruined rug, and an ambulance ride to the hospital later, and your family finally gets to see you in better condition, and they get to meet your little girl under better circumstances.

"aweee." your four grown kids coo as they shove into the hospital room.

"hey, no shoving around the baby!" sevika whisper scolds.

isha pushes her way through all her older siblings, crawling up in sevika's lap to look down at her little sister.

she gasps in wonder. she looks like big mama. isha signs.

cait chuckles. "she does."

"what a little fucker, comin' out lookin' like the parent that did nothin..." vi teases. sevika scoffs and you giggle in agreement.

"she really is a little fucker. ruined our dinner." jinx huffs. "i was looking forward to that potroast, y'know."

isha giggles, pinching her fingers together, then flipping off the baby and pointing at her. little fucker.

you all burst into laughter. little fucker's silver eyes pop open, and she bursts into tears.

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[mitskihwa]

Pitched Your Way Into My Heart | CHAPTER 05

Pairing: Baseball Player Yunho x Reader

Synopsis: Yunho, the star of your college's baseball team, is a sweetheart to everybody except to you. From the day Yunho joined your class in high school, there was an unspoken tension between you two.

You couldn't quite pinpoint why, but it pushed you both to strive for greatness in everything you did.

Little did you know that Yunho's highschool and college experience was a mixture of two things: trying his best to endeavor in his baseball career and navigating his feelings towards you.

Previous - Next

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Ace had been the happiest surprise in Yunho’s life.

After his brother’s passing, Yunho’s world felt like it was stuck in time. As if nothing mattered.

As the days after their car accident passed, everything felt like he was put on a stage with a bright light shining straight into his eyes and a crowd staring at him. Judging him. Pitying him.

Taeho was everything an eldest son should be. An example Yunho had looked up to his entire life. Taeho played football for most of his life, yet baseball was also his passion. He had taught Yunho everything he had to know about the sport. Taeho also had amazing grades, and managed to get into the Ivy League.

Yunho just wanted to be like him.

But now he was forced to step into Taeho’s shoes.

If you asked Yunho about what happened that night, he would tell you that he remembered little to nothing, almost as if it was a fleeting blur.

He only remembered his brother losing control of the wheel due to the heavy rain, and then waking up to his mother’s pleas next to his hospital bed: “I already lost one. Don’t take both my sons from me.”

He also recalled a splitting headache, as if he’d hit his head against a titanium wall. His injuries weren’t minor, but it was relatively easy for him to recover afterward.

Even though he was healthy now, nothing would ever be the same.

A year after his brother’s passing, and after long therapy sessions, his parents gifted him Ace. His therapist had suggested that a dog would be a great companion and would help him climb out of the dark slump he’d fallen into.

Ace was a clumsy little thing at first. His paws were too big for his tiny body and his ears would flop over his eyes. He would run around and fall onto his puppy belly on the floor.

And for the first time in a year, Yunho cried. He hadn’t cried at his brother’s funeral, not even when someone mentioned Taeho’s name. His parents were already a wreck; he had to be strong. He was their only son now, after all.

And now Ace ran around the park chasing his favorite ball. It was a baseball he got a few weeks ago. Yunho threw it, and Ace ran as fast as he could to catch it. He had grown up fast, too fast.

He was a bit bigger now but still clearly a puppy in the snout.

He ran and got his paws all muddy, then rested them on Yunho’s thighs, dirtying his trousers. But Yunho didn’t care. He was happy, his buddy was happy, and nothing could ruin this day.

Maybe Yunho thought too soon because then he spotted you. Puffer jacket and a red scarf covering half your face. You looked different than you had in college: not as rushed, not as busy, more peaceful. He found it strange to see you outside an academic setting.

Then he noticed you holding a leash, stopping next to the trees because your puppy wanted to smell the leaves on the ground.

“Let’s go, baby. We can play on the other side of the park,” he heard you say. You hadn’t noticed him yet. He hoped you wouldn’t. It was better to stay out of your space.

But he still stared in your direction, wondering if fate would make you notice him. He was so lost in how you looked in this setting, golden leaves on the floor, cheeks glossy from the cold, that he forgot Ace was growing impatient for him to throw the ball.

His buddy whined and waved his paw.

“Sorry, bud, I got distracted,” Yunho told him. Ace looked around and spotted the other puppy on the other side of the park. He wagged his tail in excitement.

“No, bud. Sorry, but that dog is off limits. Don’t cause Dad any trouble, please.”

One thing about Ace was that he’d always been a curious puppy. Yunho’s mother often said they resembled each other, always curious about the world, happy to just exist.

Ace also almost never listened to what Yunho had to say.

So Yunho wasn’t surprised when, once he threw the ball, Ace ran straight to where you and your dog were. He cursed and rolled his eyes.

But then he saw how you smiled when Ace handed your dog his favorite baseball. How you carefully caressed Ace’s head.

And then you noticed him. You froze for a second before your face turned sour.

Nice.

Great.

Fuck.

Yunho ran toward you, and you immediately stood up, gripping the leash tightly.

“What are you doing here?” you inquired with disdain.

“What? I can’t come to the park now?”

You bit the inside of your cheek. “Whatever. Daisy, let’s go.”

Daisy.

“Hi, Daisy.” He squatted down, and Daisy was quick to approach him, ears folded and tail wagging. She smelled his hand and let him pet her.

“She’s so easy,” he heard you mumble.

“You’re so much sweeter than your owner,” he said bitterly. “Could learn a thing or two from you.”

“Now you’re trying to turn my daughter against me? Okay!”

“I’m not. I’m just stating facts.”

“Yeah, I don’t need to hear your bullshit on a weekend,” you spat.

“Sorry if you can’t handle the truth,” he shot back.

“Okay, that’s enough!” you snapped. He immediately straightened up, and Daisy made her way back to you. You lowered yourself and scooped her into your arms. She was getting a bit too big for that.

“I told you the other day, Stop bothering me. If you don’t like me, then avoid me! Simple.”

He didn’t reply. Instead, he took a few steps back.

“Let’s go, Ace,” he told his dog.

Ace looked at Daisy one more time before following Yunho. He kept glancing back a few more times to see Daisy walking off with you.

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A/N: decided to mix a bit of writing with social media posts for it not to look a bit empty! slowly we’re going to get yunho’s story and so y/n’s teehee ♡

taglist: @bloomyroses @likeathunderoverflow ♡

[itisnotdefended]

he he ha ha i don't feel like a person in my relationship (:

all of this talk about what he needs. about how i rebuild trust with him. steps to make the relationship work again.

but what about what i want. what are my needs? let's try to figure it out! YIPEE BITCH

i need to express my queerness

i need to be able to feel free to express my emotions

i need someone to match my energy

i need to feel seen - what does this mean and how do i know it's happened?

i need to feel desired

i need to be understood

i need to be able to tease and be teased

i need to yap and be yapped at (i need a partner who is articulate and values language/communication)

i need good sex?? man...

what i've been feeling:

dampened - a lot of times i will bring up something or a person or an activity and there's no enthusiasm. there's no excitement. there hasn't been for years. i always feel like the most excited one, the one who has to be hype. the hype is rarely reciprocated. generally, he doesn't lift the energy between us and it makes me feel like i have to.

unheard and not understood - i'll bring up my emotions or how i feel and instead of asking questions or having some curiosity, it's defensiveness or a shut down. i don't bring up my emotions until they explode now. knowing i have to possibly deal with him taking how i feel personally makes me not want to communicate how i feel at all.

undesirable, non-sexual - the unheard feeling makes me feel unloved. without the love, i can't feel desired in a meaningful way. in a practical way, i feel like my needs aren't tended to. if i have to explain where my fucking clit is ONE MORE TIME AFTER 9 YEARS I WILL VOMIT. my labia DON'T need to be sucked on like an arby's sandwich. these are all things that porn can teach you and that's coming from someone who starkly advocates AGAINST porn educating people. the minute someone wanted to talk to me and matched my energy, it was like sparks flew between us and THAT is concerning.

held back - i feel like i can't explore. i want to explore myself, different careers, different places. i can't do that.

literally annoyed a lot - i try to say something to encourage banter and it's met with taking my comment seriously. i try a joke and it's also taken seriously. i say stuff heavily implying something and the implication is repeated back to me explicitly like i didn't know what was being said. half my words are misinterpreted or repeated in a different way. "i want to get better at dirty talk. could you send me things?" NO. FUCKING. NO. DO SOME WORK. IDC. you want to get better at dirty talk? literally okay, put in the effort man idk what to tell you. when i wanted to give better head, i got your personal feedback but i also found videos, text explanations, i LITERALLY ASKED STRANGERS ON THE INTERNET. smh my damn head. it feels like i'm helping an 18yr old with their first girlfriend and i might as well be.

[uncaffeinatedbirb]

Jayce promised.

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.

.

So he did.

[lonely-moon-artist-blog]

is painful

I love Curie so much.

Also this art is inspired by you smell of dead flowers.

I am still planning to draw more and I will ... Now.

[buck-up-buck]

If anyone needs me i’ll be laying in the middle of the road in the rain for next seven days until 7x10 airs because respectfully ABC, wtaf.

[figofswords]

the post grad why did i get an art degree what am i even doing what do i want in life where am i going crisis has finally hit i want to. lie down in the dirt. or something

[roaringroa]

they should make a life where you don't have appointments, work, school and scheduled events every single day for months on end

[daily-whistlebreeze]

daily whistlepaw until ah becomes PoV day 1167

I think I finally understand how people feel when around a crush, can't say I enjoy it

[orcelito]

Submitting myself to physical therapy for my cringefail shoulders bc I remembered it's a muscle problem, aka something that can possibly be fixed, SO

On the 16th, I am starting physical therapy again 💪

[tittysuckersworld]

pinning so its seen-

sorry for not being as mentally ill on here/posting as much art/finnishing the peices i promised- i sadly have gotten myself a life for the next few weeks and am dieging. please send curses and blights my way so i can stop existing-

[lizziela]

GOD, WHAT ARE YOU DOING????? DOES THE UNIVERSE HAS A PLAN I'M NOT AWARE OF????? DON'T YOU KNOW I HAVE FUCKING ANXIETY???? I'M ABOUT TO CRY IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RESTAURANT AND IN FRONT OF MY PARENTS BECAUSE I SAW THE GUY I ACTUALLY HAVE HAD A HUGE CRUSH SINCE MY 16'S AND OH DEAR GOD HE STILL LOOKS LIKE HE CAN MAKE MY FUCKING HEART STOP???? I THINK I'M GONNA DIE BECAUSE MY HEART IS FUCKING ERRATIC....

[rvbrestoration]

Tired. Sad. My head hurts. Stressed??? No time to really relax at all. And my country about to be taken over by the literal devil and there is no counting on anything after that.

[the-casbah-way]

i found loads of pictures of my uncle i am going 2 cry

[mukuberry]

the mother is trying to get me to go to some trans group therapy thing

[e77y]

Glad I’m starting therapy so soon after moving out ☝️ I am already feeling the helplessness and loneliness