#ON MY LAST FIC I ACCIDENTLY WROTE BATH INSTEAD OF BOTH

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Follower Recs

There are nearly FORTY THOUSAND AO3 stories in the MDZS universe, and I am just a single person with limited time, so....  Here’s a bit of y’all doing my work for me!

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Mojo, I know it'd probably be recced before, but I have to recommend stiltonbasket's Twelve Moons and a Fortnight. It has made me squee of cuteness, hold my breath with suspense, marvel over the worldbuilding and character interactions, and just awed me at how well every original piece of lore and HC ties back to canon. I cried over it, only to cry laughing the next chapter. it kept me going through an entire year of lockdown and is finally coming to an end, and the resolution was magnificent.

*[I’m subscribed to this and keep waiting for Part One to be completed, but instead later parts keep getting posted:  is it completed but not marked?  I am confused.  And eager to read!]*

Twelve Moons and a Fortnight

by stiltonbasket (G, 267k, wangxian, WIP)

Summary:  "Let me get this straight. You really want me to stand in for you while you help Jin Ling settle in at Koi Tower?"

"Who else do I have?" Jiang Cheng snaps, ears turning scarlet as Jin Ling tries to pretend he isn't listening. "Father trained you to serve as my deputy, didn't he? And don't say you don't remember, or I'll break your legs."

"Well, yes," Wei Wuxian manages. "Uh. I'll just let Lan Zhan know I'll be at Lotus Pier until you're back at home, then."

Or, the one where Wei Wuxian spends the year before his wedding as Yunmeng Jiang's acting sect leader, and the cultivation world's greatest love story finds its happy ending with the help of three juniors, a teenage romance, and one very involved (and exasperated) younger brother.

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May I recommend fielty by milkpunch a sort of AU where lwj in order to save his sect from being destroyed by nine after wen rouhans assasination goes to work as a guard to Jin zixuan where he meets wwx the right hand of Jin guanguao... ~ @pastashouldbeeatenwithafork

Fealty

by milkpunch (E, 84k, wangxian)

Summary:  Before, there had been two reigning kingdoms. Both claimed to be blessed by the sun, but with vastly differing views. One, under the name of Wen, was washed red with blood and violence, its soldiers fierce and stoked with a fiery blaze. The other, under the name of Jin, was bathed in golden light and glory, its soldiers proud and heavy with coin and prestige. The two kingdoms went to war for the true honour of having the sun’s blessing, fighting for many long years with many lives lost.

Jin Guangshan, emperor of the Golden Sun Palace, found that the sun favoured him more.

To prevent his kingdom from being crushed, Lan Zhan, second heir to the Lan kingdom, exchanges his freedom for that of servitude to the Jin kingdom. He is appointed as Jin Zixuan's personal guard, but there's more on his plate than just keeping the Jin heir safe. The Golden Sun Palace is not all that it seems, and the dazzling lives of the royals are less perfect than they appear.

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Hey, I was wondering if I could rec a fic to you. My bestie wrote it for the Lunar New Year Wangxian gift exchange and it definitely did not receive the attention it deserves. It's a really fun mermaid/arranged marriage au! ~ @leahlisabeth

More Than This Provincial Wife

by ApprenticedMagician (T, 6k, wangxian)

Summary:  The negotiations surrounding the Lan & Jiang alliance through marriage encountered a few snags in the beginning.

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I love your blog! I saw a recent post where you listed some rec's from other people? [Thank you!  And yes, I always appreciate and am happy to share your recs!]  I just read the WIP A Corpse Called By Name jaemyun and LOVED it! It's a zombie apocolypse AU, where Wei Ying gets bitten by a zombie.... and I don't want to spoil anything from there, but it is amazing! No pressure to put it in your blog, but wanted to send a note just in case. Thanks for all you do!

A Corpse Called By Name

by jaemyun (not rated, 37k, wangxian, WIP)

Summary:  A continuation of zombie drabble!

She loses her brother in a hoard of the undead.

She finds a corpse wearing his face in a convenience store.

The corpse calls her name.

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Hi! I was wondering if I could rec this short fic that I recently found and really liked! The narrative is an inner monologue and I think it captures lwj really well :)

binding me in spells (till my heart's devoured)

by gaysgaysgays (G, <1k, wangxian)

Summary:  His scars are a reminder of his hurt, a reminder that he had healed.

(or a study of lan zhan's scars)

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I found a fic I had recently asked you about, so I thought I'd share it with you: Seasons of Falling Flowers by merakily (http://archiveofourown.org/works/28522326). I rediscovered it completely by accident after listening to spinifex's excellent podfic adaptation. This is the fic where Lan Qiren despises Wei Wuxian until Wei Wuxian catches a cold and Lan Qiren find out about his golden core. That part is about 3/4 of the way through. The fic is wonderful and shows a rigid but surprisingly introspective Lan Qiren. ~ @clmoryel [Oh!  I just read this one yesterday!  Here’s my bookmark.]

Seasons of Falling Flowers

by merakily (G, 40k, wangxian, lan qiren & wei wuxian, podfic)

Summary:  Like a parasite, Wei Wuxian has this way of growing on people when you least expect it.

Over the seasons, Lan Qiren slowly pieces back together his relationship with Wangji and learns to like Wei Wuxian in the process.

(“Will you rejoin your sect?” As soon as the words leave his mouth, Lan Qiren regrets his wording.

He is not surprised when Wangji’s eyes narrow, flashing with offence. “There is no need to rejoin what one has never left. I did not turn my back on my sect. My sect turned their backs on me.”)

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Hi! Can I rec a fic? "bring you home" by Alasse_Irena on AO3 is a modern AU and is one of the most beautiful and atmospheric fics I have read. Thanks for you work running this blog! I have new Wangxian fics to read <3

bring you home

by Alasse_Irena (T, 28k, wangxian)

Summary:  Wei Ying rents a run-down cottage in a small town by the sea, looking for a quiet place to hide after the war.

Lan Zhan has always dreamed of the ocean. He returns to the town where he was born, and where his parents died, to find out why.

Instead, they find each other.

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Good morning lady mojo, I hope you��re having a good day! I wanted to rec a fic, Breathing Firestorm by ladyshadowdrake. It’s 111k and great but barely has any love, which is unfair. You mentioned it in the last ‘in a mood for’ post but I think it should have more of a shoutout because it’s a lot of fun and I liked it a lot. Have a great day ♥️  [Oh!  I was subscribed to this one and saw it had been recently finished.  It’s def. on my list!]

Breathing Firestorm

by ladyshadowdrake (M, 111k, wangxian)

Summary:  After years of a mad quest, Wen Ruohan is finally given proof of a powerful creature living among mortals. He is delighted to find that it truly believes itself to be only a boy named “Wei Wuxian.”

While Wen Ruohan tries to unlock Wei Wuxian’s secret, the sects unite against him. If he can achieve his goal before they arrive, even the combined might of the cultivation world would not be enough to humble him. Meanwhile, Lan Wangji dreams of Wei Wuxian in the Cold Pond Cave, and works tirelessly to rescue him from Wen Ruohan’s clutches. No one is prepared for what awaits the allied sects in Nightless City at the conclusion of the war, and it very well might mean the end of the world as they know it.

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Hi Mojo, firstly thank you for all the hard work you put into running this blog, I’ve found so many fics that I probably would have never come across if it wasn’t for your fic finders posts and your personal review posts.  [Aw, thank you!]

I don’t know if you’ve read this fic before or if it’s been mentioned before on your blog (I’ve done a quick search of your blog and couldn’t see it, so if I’ve missed it I apologise!) but if you’ve got a fic rec post coming up, I would suggest “The shapes a bright container can contain” by litbynosun.

It’s a case fic about 16k words long and set after canon. Whilst it’s not the main focus of the story it does delve slightly into chronic illness of wwx (the ailments of mxy’s body) and lwj (his continuous treatment of his scars) which might cover a few requests in the IITMF posts in future.

Thanks again for all the hard work you do! ~ @dulachodladh

the shapes a bright container can contain

by litbynosun

M, 17k, wangxian

Summary:  "Lan Zhan, look at this," Wei Wuxian calls. "They don't have organs, but they're all… fuzzy."

He gently strokes the corpse's arm -- it's covered in soft, pigmentless downy hair, like a rabbit. Lan Wangji crouches next to him and nods. "Lanugo," he says. Wei Wuxian raises one eyebrow. "They were malnourished for quite a while before death," Lan Wangji elaborates. Wei Wuxian scans the bodies again. Indeed, they both have sunken cheeks, and their abdomens are empty of both organs and fat padding. “That’s a question,” he says. “Did they starve to death, and have their bodies desecrated after they were already deceased? Or were they murdered, and simply starving at the same time?” "We should stay," Lan Wangji tells him. This is not an answer to his question. It is an offer to search for answers.

Or: Wei Wuxian and his family solve a ghost haunting. Wei Wuxain's old enemy, societal injustice, rears its head again.

#follower rec #wangxian fic rec #I HAVEN'T READ THESE YET #wangxian #mdzs

[inkstainedfanfics]

Burdens

Request: Hi! I know you probably have so many requests right now but i have one too, and you can add it to the list and do it whenever you like. I was thinking newtxreader where everyone says reader is dumb compared to newt and calls her names and stuff and she feels like she's just a burden to newt and that she's just holding him back? When newt realises how everyone treats her he gets angry but then makes her feel better? Fluffy fluff fluff at the end bc i need that after your angsty fics!!

Word Count: 1,899

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Tag List: @dont-give-a-bother (you requested this I hope you love it!!) @red-roses-and-stories @caseoffics @ly--canthrope @thosefantasticbeast2 @myrtus-amongst-the-stars @benniesgalaxy @whatinbenaddiction @studyforthreehands

“For such an intelligent man, I must say I expected more from his wife.”

The businessman’s words are a whisper as they always are, an attempt to hide an opinion that harms. Not that they truly care. If they did, they would keep their words to themselves.

You try to shrug it off, turning your back to the man that whispered it, to the look he gives you as you spin away, to hide the faltering smile that you struggle to retain. But it’s useless. There’s no ignoring those words.

It isn’t the first such comment you’ve heard at the party, and it certainly won’t be the last of the night. The words, the sentiment, are always accompanied by a snide tone and a lip curled into a sneer or twisted in confusion, eyes darting to you, to your burning cheeks as you pretend not to hear, not to notice the way they see you, the way they compare you to the man you love.

But this time it’s worse. This time, despite the gentle rumble of the crowd and the hum of the band’s song, Newt hears.

He stiffens immediately, head cocking in confusion, as though he can’t quite believe what he just heard.

You’re reaching for his hand to pull him away before he can say anything, but it’s too late. Newt’s at your side, shoulders tense, hand clenched around the ornate glass of butterbeer he’d left your side to grab.

“Hello, love,” he murmurs, voice low as he presses a kiss to your temple.

The men in front of you brighten as Newt approaches, smiles you despise lighting up their faces, stretching across their cheeks. They both raise their glass to Newt. One’s already spilled a tad bit of wine on the light blue of his button-down shirt, a shirt that does not match his green eyes. And the tie’s as black as his hair, a strange combination you take comfort in mocking in your mind. How can a grown man not know how to dress himself properly?

But Newt nods at him, “Cooper.”

“Newt!” The man says, voice too loud, too cheery to be genuine. He stands in a fading streak of sunlight that’s been tinted red by the stained glass windows that run the full length of the room’s towering walls.

Newt’s voice is icy, nod short, eyes flitting to the other man, a brunette with crooked teeth and bad breath. “Jones.”

“Mr. Scamander, a pleasure. A wonderful party the ministry’s thrown for you here.”

“It’s lovely,” Newt murmurs, free hand slipping around your waist and tugging you to his side. “A shame your wife couldn’t make it, Jones. I understand she’s home for the night, right?”

“Right, keeping the kids in order. They’re wonders, the both of them.”

Newt forces a smile to his face and nods. “Is that so? Honestly, I’ve heard otherwise.”

“Excuse me?” He takes half a step forward as you glance at Newt in surprise. A rude comment, certainly. What is Newt doing?

Newt just squeezes your side gently. “Now was it Tommy that I heard shattered another boy’s nose at Hogwarts?”

Jones’s smile falters, and he raises his glass to his lips. “An accident, nothing more.”

Newt shrugs, eyes narrowed as he also raises his glass to his lips. “Truly? I heard that it was intentional. Some silly feud over bloodlines?”

You watch the exchange in awe, heart speeding as Newt attacks the other man. As he defends you in the best way he can.

Jones shifts from foot to foot, both hands wrapping around his glass now as he thins his lips. “I’m not sure where you heard this rumor, but I can assure you that it isn’t true.”

Newt raises an eyebrow. “Is that so? Well, I must say I’m relieved. I wouldn’t want to work with someone that raises a prejudiced child. Reflects rather poorly on the parents, doesn’t it?”

Jones coughs out something that resembles a laugh, an attempt to mask the discomfort clear in his tense stance, his clenched jaw, his tight grip. “It surely does, Mr. Scamander. Say, have you considered that advertising deal from Stowna’s firm? I must say, it seems a wonder for our book.”

“My book,” Newt clarifies, a wry smile on his face. He ignores the question, eyes darting to Cooper’s miserable attempt to suppress a smile. “Enjoying the party, Cooper?”

“Oh, very much so. The ministry clearly put effort into the celebration. Not that you don’t deserve it. 20,000 copies sold is quite the accomplishment.”

“I’m very aware. Say, you wrote a book, correct?”

Cooper puffs out his chest, chin raising. “Indeed I did. Sold thousands upon thousands of copies, it did.”

“Mmm,” Newt hums, thumb rubbing up and down your side as he sips his butterbeer. “Congratulations. You had a celebration?” Newt swirls his drink, staring at it as he asks the question.

“Yeah, at home. It wasn’t anything nearly as grand as this, but it was all I needed.”

“That’s good. Did you invite Harlowe?”

Cooper’s face pales, the smug smile fading quickly as you watch on in wonder. “Who?”

“Mia Harlowe? She’s a talented writer. Surely you’ve heard of her.”

Cooper clears his throat, looking toward Jones for help, but the other man says nothing. “I—I’m afraid I haven’t—I don’t know her.”

“It’s a shame she hasn’t had anything published under her name. You know, she was researching the various effects of wand cores as well. Perhaps you should send her a message, compare your notes.”

Cooper’s mouth is open, whether to speak or drink you aren’t sure, but he hasn’t a chance to decide as Newt’s arm leaves your waist, instead intertwining his fingers with yours.

“I suppose we should greet others, right love?”

You nod, allowing a smile at the men’s stunned and shamed expressions. “Right. There are plenty of people waiting on you.”

Newt nods at the men one final time, raising his glass. “Do enjoy the festivities.”

And with that, Newt leads you through the crowd, but he’s still the slightest bit tense, fingers just a little too tight in your hand, back just a little too straight.

“Newt,” you question as he leads you away from them, “what was that? You didn’t have to do that.”

“Yes, well, some people need to be put in their places sometimes. Even elected officials and publishers.” He stiffens again. “I heard what they said and I couldn’t… I can’t…” He shakes his head, sucking in a breath. “They’re ridiculous.”

You swallow, eyes dropping in shame as your cheeks heat up. “Maybe.”

Newt stops at this, warm hand tugging you to a stop as well. “Sorry, what was that?”

People swirl about, their conversations rising and falling with the live band in the corner. The ministry is packed, filled with men and women that refuse to miss an opportunity to schmooze with high ranking officials. And there are plenty of them here, but Newt’s not paying attention to any of them now as he pulls you to the stone wall, only offering the slightest of smiles and nods to those congratulating him along the way.

“Newt, don’t worry about it,” you murmur as he begins to make his way through the crowd again, leading you to an isolated area of the room, away from the bar and the musicians and the people.

“Love,” he says, spinning on you, releasing your hand to run his own through his hair, “they’re wrong. I know you. They’re wrong.”

You shrug, rubbing your arm, heart pounding in your chest. You hadn’t meant for this, hadn’t meant for him to ever hear someone speak about you that way. Of course he’d be upset.

“I guess I just… worry. I mean, you’re you. A world class author, traveling the world, able to repeat hundreds of facts about creatures at a moment’s notice, crafting potions that heal and restore memory and… and I’ve done nothing. I don’t even understand half of the stuff you talk about sometimes.” You stare at the tips of Newt’s shoes, polished to a shine for tonight. “I don’t know, I guess I just worry that one day you’ll realize they’re right. Everyone’s… right.”

“Dear—”

“No, it’s fine.” You wave a hand, misery settling like a blanket over the night. You hadn’t meant to make him feel this, feel like he had to stand up for you. You’d only wanted him to have a wonderful night. “This isn’t your problem. Not tonight.”

He frowns. “Love, I think you’re brilliant because you are. It has nothing to do with how intelligent others think you are.”

You shift from foot to foot, avoiding the solemn, green eyed gaze that you so love. It’s not his problem, not his fault you can’t understand things that he can, not his fault that you can’t just learn simple concepts, so why is he making it his problem? He’s supposed to be enjoying the night, meeting businessmen and old friends and instead he’s here, in the corner, dealing with your issues. Isn’t that proof? Isn’t this proof that you’re dragging him down, that you’re his greatest problem?

“Newt, I should go. I don’t… I can’t do this right now.”

Newt grabs your arm gently, head tilting, wry smile growing. “You’re brilliant in every sense of the word. Cooper, Jones, they’re fools. They’d never be able to do what you do.”

“Drag you down?”

“Pardon me, love, but you’re being ridiculous now.

You recoil. “What?”

He chuckles, stepping closer so that he’s bathed in the same strip of golden light as you. “A mite ridiculous, but wholly adorable. Love,” and when he says the words, it’s drenched in tenderness, one that’s just barely matched by the way he runs a thumb over your cheekbone as he cradles your face with his free hand, “I adore you, every inch of you. There’s not a bit of you that I would change. I don’t know anyone else that can understand my notations like you, or that can maintain a journal’s worth of free floating noted pages. Nor does anyone else treat creatures with the care that you do. You know all of their names, and you can tell them apart with a glance. Do you think men like Cooper or Jones could ever be able to do anything like that?”

“See, dear,” he continues, closer and closer until you have to tilt your head to look up at him, “you’re perfect.”

Tears are welling up in your eyes, but not from harsh words anymore, but sweet ones, from the love apparent on Newt’s face.

Until, that is, he grins mischievously. “Other than your penchant for snoring. I suppose I would change that.”

You smack his shoulder, stepping away from him lest others notice the closeness between the two of you, the intimacy of the moment. “Whatever, Newt. You snore just as loud.”

He laughs again, taking a sip of his drink before reaching out to rub your arm. “You’re feeling better, I trust?”

“I am, thank you. I’m sorry again, for everything,” you mumble.

“I’m here for you. Just say the word. Now, let’s go greet everyone so we can leave early.”

You roll your eyes, allowing Newt to wrap an arm around your waist again as you reenter the party. “Try to be social for a while.”

He shrugs. “We’ll see.”

#newt scamander #newt Scamander x reader #newt Scamander one shot #fbawtft imagine #newt Scamander imagine #request #fluff #newt Scamander fluff #finally wrote a full story it feels like it's been a whiel #*while #I can't type tonight #but I hope you all like this #one final story to end the year #though I'll probably have a couple drabbles out lol #dont-give-a-bother

[littlespoonevan]

turn my blue heart to red

Ahh so this is for Skam Fic Week - Day 5: Work Colleagues which is a personal favourite of mine :’))))

since i’m dYING for a doctors au and basically none exist i gave in and wrote one myself sdjkhfkasj title comes from Bad Case of Loving You by Robert Palmer bc i wanted something doctor related lmao enjoy <333

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Isak collapses on the counter of the nurses’ station, burying his face in his arms and letting out a pained groan. “Why do I always end up treating Mr Olson? His personal hygiene routine makes me feel like I need to take a turn in the chemical shower.”

Jonas gives him a sympathetic pat on the shoulder and Isak raises his head, using his crossed arms to brace himself against the counter while he looks forlornly from Jonas to Mahdi. “What did I do to deserve this?” he moans. “Is this what I spent a million years at med school for?”

“Just be thankful you’re not the one giving him a sponge bath,” Mahdi reminds him with a grimace.

“Or helping him to the bathroom,” Jonas shudders and Isak feels a little better.

“Are you guys on break soon?” Isak asks hopefully. “I wanna get lunch.” Not that he has much of an appetite after that but he needs coffee.

“We can probably sneak away when Eva gets back,” Jonas says, glancing up at the clock.

“I think Mags is finishing up his rounds soon too,” Mahdi adds, taking out his phone presumably to text Magnus – which isn’t exactly professional but all their patients are safely in their beds, they don’t need to know.

Isak is about to ask if they’ve heard what the cafeteria special is today when two hands are suddenly gripping his waist and making him jump. He whirls around, half-expecting to find one of his handsier patients, and rolls his eyes when his gaze lands on Even.

“Did I scare you?” Even asks teasingly, waggling his eyebrows as he leans casually against the counter beside Isak.

“Never,” Isak scoffs, sending a fierce scowl in Jonas’ direction when he catches him smirking at them both. Jonas is under the ridiculous impression he and Even have a crush on each other which is not true.

“Did I hear you discussing lunch plans?” Even asks then, smile softening when he looks at Isak but still bright enough to make Isak’s stomach trip over itself.

(Okay, maybe it’s a little true.)

Even in his paediatrics scrubs covered in yellow ducks and his white lab coat, with his quiff wilting and probably running on about five hours sleep, Even still manages to look devastatingly handsome. Isak is both jealous and a little turned on, to be honest.

“Yeah, I was gonna grab something while I’ve got time between rounds,” Isak says.

“But we’re still waiting for Eva to come back to man the station before we leave,” Jonas explains.

“Hey, did you see Mags?” Mahdi asks. “He should be finishing up soon, right?”

Magnus works in paediatrics with Even and every kid that comes into the hospital absolutely adores the both of them. Isak’s not surprised with their sunny demeanours and caring personalities. They always know just how to make the kids calm down and make them feel comfortable staying in the ward. He can’t imagine two better people for the job.

“He’ll probably be awhile. Emilie is back again so…” Even trails off but the others nod in understanding. Emilie has been coming to the hospital since she was a toddler and since Magnus was an intern. They still can’t pin down an official diagnosis for her but Magnus is incredibly attached.

“Well, why don’t you two just go for lunch and we can join later?” Jonas offers, throwing Isak a subtle grin like he just did him a favour. Isak hates him a little – and loves him a lot. “Who knows when Eva will be back?”

“If you’re sure?” Even checks, turning to Isak with a beaming smile after both Mahdi and Jonas nod their acquiescence. “Looks like I get to steal you for a while.”

“You’re not a very good kidnapper if you tell me in advance,” Isak points out, making Even bark out a laugh.

“Whatever. Dump your lab coat in the locker room and grab your hoodie,” Even says, latching onto Isak’s arm and tugging on it. “I’m taking you out for lunch; that cafeteria food isn’t good for us.” With a quick wave at Mahdi and Jonas, Even starts dragging him away from the nurses’ station and Isak is helpless but to follow him.

After depositing their coats in the locker room and changing into their regular jackets Even eagerly leads them out of the main entrance of the hospital and sets them off down the street.

“Where are we going?” Isak asks – not that he really cares when he gets to spend time alone with Even but it seems like the appropriate question to ask.

“What about that café at the end of the street?” Even asks, nodding vaguely in the direction of said café. “They do good sandwiches and stuff.”

“Why can’t we just get a kebab?” Isak complains, hiding his smile in the collar of his bomber jacket when his words have the desired effect of making Even sigh dramatically.

“Isak, you’re a doctor,” Even chastises. “Kebabs are not a substantial meal to get you through the day.”

“But cheese toasties are?” Isak asks wryly.

Even casts him a sidelong glance, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Well, my ones are.”

“Then why aren’t we going back to Casa Bech Næsheim?”

“Too far,” Even answers as if Isak hadn’t been joking. “Don’t worry; I’ll make you dinner someday.”

Isak falters at that, stumbling a step and hurriedly righting himself again before Even notices. It’s- see, sometimes Even says things and it- it makes it sound like Jonas might actually be right…

But Isak mostly tries to push it out of his head. Relationships between colleagues are complicated and besides, he values Even’s friendship so much he can’t imagine fucking that up if he were wrong. Even has been there for him since Isak’s very first day when he was a useless intern having a panic attack in a closet after witnessing a patient crash.

Even had just started his first year fully qualified and had helped Isak calm down and bought him hot chocolate afterwards before totally covering for his ass with the other doctors when they came back to the ward. He’s one of Isak’s oldest friends at the hospital – besides Sana who he actually entered the programme with – and Isak doesn’t know what he’d do without him.

“You will?” Isak asks, belatedly with surprise too evident in his voice.

But Even takes his response in his stride and flashes Isak a grin. “Of course! I can’t always feed you takeout, I’m definitely not leading by example.” He pauses to laugh before looking excitedly at Isak again. “Tell you what, next time we both have a Friday night off I’ll blow you away with my culinary skills.”

The chances of them both having a Friday night off are pretty much slim to none at the moment but Isak lets himself hope anyway. “Deal.”

Lunch is nice. Neither of them get called back to the hospital so they can actually eat in peace and they try their best to keep their conversation off their patients. It’s not easy considering both of their social lives are basically non-existent at the moment but still. Even tells him about his friends and some new bar they’d found last week when Even had actually been able to join them for drinks. Isak mostly talks about Eskild since he’s the only person in Isak’s life not related to the hospital somehow, telling Even about the movie night they’d had the other night when Isak had gotten home at a reasonable time for once.

“A movie night!” Even exclaims. “That’s what we’re doing when I cook for you. I need to educate you.”

“I know plenty about movies!” Isak protests and that’s a big fat lie, honestly.

Even gives him a disbelieving look. “No offence, Isak. I love you and everything but you’re horribly uncultured.”

Isak would hit back with a quick retort – he really would – but his brain is a little too stuck on the first half of Even’s sentence. He knows he doesn’t mean it like that, he knows Even is kidding, but try telling his heart and his overactive imagination that.

“We should probably get back,” Even says with a sigh, checking his watch after what feels like far too little time.

Isak nods and tries in vain to fight Even for the check but Even bats him away with a pointed, “Nope! My treat.”

God, he makes it so fucking hard for it not to feel like a date.

“What time are you finished today?” Isak asks when they’re walking back. Tomorrow’s his afternoon shift and he’s itching to get a chance to hang out with Even for a little longer on his own. They’ve barely seen each other in the past couple of weeks with the hospital getting increasingly busier as the cold weather settles in, making the number of road accidents skyrocket. And every time they are around each other everyone else is usually around too. Which, Isak likes everyone else…just not as much as he likes Even.

“I’m on call until Friday,” Even says with a half-smile, looking more resigned than happy about the fact. “So the likelihood of me actually getting to sleep in my own bed tonight is pretty slim.”

Isak’s shoulders drop and he tries not let his dejectedness show. Even probably spots it anyway – he’s way too adept at reading Isak. Throwing his arm over Isak’s shoulder, he reels him in close, tucking Isak against his side. After a moment of mild panic, Isak manages to relax into him.

“Swing by the on-call room when you’re done later and give me a hug before you go,” he says, squeezing Isak’s shoulder. “It’ll get me through a night of interrupted sleep on a shitty bed.”

Again, sometimes Even says things.

Still, Isak is helpless to deny him, reluctantly slipping out from underneath Even’s arm as they step through the hospital doors.

When they’re changing back into their lab coats in the locker room Even stops just before they’re about to part ways. “So can I expect a call from Dr Valtersen later?” he checks, eyes sparkling and playful and making Isak desperately wish kissing was a regular thing they did.

Instead, he steels himself, gives Even his signature charming smile and says, “Just for you.”

Isak can’t wait for the end of his shift.

*

#evak #isak valtersen #even bech næsheim #skam #skamficweek #my fics

[a-fluffer-nutter]

A New Family

A/N - Welcome to day four of ficruary! Today’s fic is one of the best fics I’ve ever wrote in my opinion so I really hope you guys like it! It’s a Fantastic Beasts AU fic where everyone lives together and Credence was informally adopted by them all. Enjoy my friends!

Word Count: 1,745

           It was over. Grindelwald had been arrested and Credence had been calmed, the Obscurus no longer wreaking havoc. Tina and Newt had even unofficially adopted Credence, taking him away from his old, unfit home. The two of them wanted to help him and teach him about his abilities, among other things.

           He was brought back to the shared home of Queenie and Tina, where Jacob and Newt had also grown to call home. For the time being, Credence slept on the couch, which they turned into a bed for the night, which the boy didn’t mind. This was the best home he had ever come to known and he appreciated everything the four had done for him.

           Everyone treated him with respect, all of them accepting him as if he were their own child. Every single one of them took turns every day to be with him, not giving him very much alone time unless specifically asked for. On certain days, one or more of the four will take Credence on special outings. For instance, Jacob has taken Credence to show him his bakery and taught the boy how to bake, a hobby which Credence has taken a liking to. Newt and Tina have taken him to the zoo, showing him the nonmagical animals, then going back to the flat for Newt to show off some of his beasts.

           Credence was always very interested in the beasts Newt had hidden away in his case. He always tried to follow Newt when he was going to work with the beasts, always wanting to interact with all of them. Newt usually allowed him to, though tried his best to keep Credence away from the Obscurus, not wanting to provoke any ill memoires.

           One particular day, Credence found himself following Newt and Tina to interact with the beasts. Today, was bathing day. While most of the beasts could groom themselves, Newt liked to bathe them himself to keep the area from smelling too bad and to bond with the beasts. Having Tina and Credence was an added bonus, getting to spend time with them and having help, especially since some of the beasts tended to be a bit rowdy during wash days.

           “So, all we have left is Niffler, which won’t be too hard after everyone else we washed,” Newt smiled happily at Tina and Credence, who had literally gone through hell in the last few hours. The beasts didn’t take too kindly in them attempting to wash them, which lead to some very exciting chases around the suitcase. “All right, you two. Have either of you seen him?”

           Tina and Credence shared a mildly amused look after both noticing Niffler trying to sneak behind Newt as he was talking. Credence was the one to break Niffler’s cover as he pointed at the small creature. Newt spun around to catch a glimpse of the beast before it darted off into another room.

           “I’ll be back in a minute,” Newt let out a sigh before chasing after the quarrelsome beast. Tina and Credence remained standing in the middle of the room, mindlessly fiddling with the small pail being used as a bath tub for the smaller beasts.

           “I’ll give him five,” Tina said, shooting a large smile over to Credence.

           “Wow, only five?” The boy laughed lightly, melting inside by the sight of Tina’s smile, a sight he adored. “I was going to give him ten.”

           “I like your style, Credence,” Tina giggled, placing her hand on the boy’s shoulder. The two of them waited for Newt to return, laughing at the various crashing sounds coming from the other room.

           “I got him!” Newt reemerged eight minutes later, per Tina’s mental clock. The man’s hair was ruffled and was panting heavily as he brought Niffler to the pail. The three of them began to bathe the creature, Newt holding Niffler as he instructed Tina and Credence for the process of shampooing. It had taken Newt longer to get ahold of Niffler than it did to bathe the small creature. Once dried, Niffler pounced onto Newt, scurrying across his torso. “Niffler!”

           Newt stumbled backward, plopping down onto the ground as Niffler scurried over his ribcage. Newt exploded into a peal of giggles, folding into himself as the beast dug in. Tina and Credence watched the show, observing Niffler vanishing under Newt’s vest. The man squealed and fell onto his back, fists beating against the floor as Niffler crawled around on bare skin.

           “Tina,” Credence nearly whispered, gently placing his hand on her elbow. Tina looked away from the flailing Newt, turning all attention to the boy. “Tina. What’s happening to him? Why is he laughing?”

           “He’s being tickled,” Tina answered, nearly stuttering over the word. Based on Credence’s continued confusion, Tina was quick to realize that the poor boy had probably never experienced tickling before, having grown up the way he had. “It’s kind of hard to explain. Um…Newt!”

           Niffler scurried out from underneath Newt’s shirt once he heard Tina’s voice, racing away to hide. Newt curled up into a ball on the ground, residual giggles streaming from his lips. Tina and Credence waited as Newt recovered, taking deep breaths to steady himself.

           “You called?” Newt asked as he sat up, rubbing the back of his neck as he glanced up at the other two. Wiping the sweat from his face, Newt got to his feet, approaching the two with an air of slight embarrassment. “What do you need?”

           “Credence doesn’t know what tickling is. I was trying to explain it to him, but I don’t really know how,” Tina admitted, digging her toe into the floor. A hint of color rose to Newt’s face as he turned to Credence.

           “So, tickling is this thing that humans do. Beasts can do it too, but that doesn’t matter. Anyway, um, it’s when someone touches another person in a certain way. When said person is touched, they start to laugh. It’s a fun thing to do amongst friends and family. It’s kind of a form of bonding and a way to have fun.”

           “So, it’s a good thing?” Credence asked, trying his best to understand. “It’s a way to make people happy?”

           “Yeah,” Tina chimed in. “Whenever Newt is upset, I do it to him. It’s a way to make each other happy.”

           “It makes both people happy. Tina is happy when I tickle her and I’m happy too,” Newt responded, getting her back for her previous statement.

           “Can I…can I try it?” Credence asked, looking away from both of them.

           “You want to be tickled?” Tina asked softly. The boy simply nodded as Newt and Tina exchanged looks. “Okay, do you want me or Newt to tickle you?”

           “You can do it, if you want,” Credence let out.

           “Okay,” Tina replied, taking his hands. She guided him to the floor, the two of them sitting across from one another as Newt sat on his stool, watching from above. “All you have to do is sit there as I tickle you. It’s okay if you squirm around, most people do. Just try not to accidentally hit me or anything. If you do, however, that’s fine. It’s all an accident and I understand. Now if you want me to stop, just say so. I’ll stop immediately, okay?”

           “Okay.”

           “Good,” Tina let out a small sigh of relief. “Now you can sit there if you’re comfortable or you can lie down. Either is fine with me. I’ll start once you want me to.”

           Credence lowered himself so his back was against the floor, his hands intertwined on his chest, looking over at Tina. Giving her a gentle nod, she crawled over to his side. Credence watched her as she gently placed her hands on his belly. She glanced at him, receiving another nod, and began.

           Slowly, Tina moved her fingers over his belly, letting the pads of her fingers glide over the thin fabric of his shirt. She glided her fingers over his torso, feeling the gentle rise and fall of his breathing as she traced over his ribs. She felt him twitch in some locations before she started to gently scratch at his ribs. Tina looked up at Newt once she noticed the smile forming on Credence’s face. They both shared a loving look before Tina began to tease the skin just below Credence’s ribcage.

           Credence began to giggle, startling the other two. Neither of them had ever heard a sound this beautiful, especially not from this broken boy. They both smiled at him, adoringly, as he giggled under Tina’s fingers. She lowered them and began to scratch around his navel, his giggles evolving into laughter. Credence’s laugh was magical, music to their ears. It was a bit higher than his speaking voice and was bright, full of delight.

           “Tihihihnaha!” Credence said through his laughter. The boy squirmed under her touch, though he resisted using his hands to combat hers. Instead, he just let his hands fall at his sides, uselessly.

           “Do you want me to stop?” Tina asked, her fingers slowing.

           “Nohoho,” Credence replied, noticeably leaning into the touch. “I like ihihit.”

           Newt’s and Tina’s hearts melted simultaneously, both falling in love all over again with this boy. It was moments like this that they never wanted to end, to keep this bliss constant and forever. They wanted the best for this boy and now, they were giving it to him.

           Tina tickled Credence for another few minutes before letting up on her own, Credence never saying “stop” once. Tina and Newt watched as he lay on the floor, catching his breath before sitting up.

           “Thank you,” Credence said, smiled planted on his face.

           “You’re welcome,” Tina smiled back at the boy. “How was it?”

           “I loved it. I liked being able to laugh and,” Credence paused, concerning the other two. They exchanged worried looks as Credence gathered his thoughts. “I…uh, I don’t really know how to say this. Uh, you, you made me feel loved and safe. Both of you have made me feel so loved this past few months and I can’t thank you both enough. I love you both so much.”

           Tears instantly swelled up in Tina’s eyes as threw her arms around the boy, hugging him tightly. Newt hopped down from his stool and joined them. The three of them sat on the floor for a long time, fully embraced by the love of their new, little family.

#tickle fic #ficruary #rose writes #fantastic beasts fic #ticklish!Credence #ticklish!newt

[zinniapetals]

um not sure how specific should i be but? oikage meeting in their 20s and getting together? :'D it's my favourite thing T_T kageyama is in national team //cough// and not sure what oikawa's doing, could be in another team or he's studying/working in another field but they aren't angsty about things either way (bc we have that enough lmao). just cute healthy oikage T_T

lmao i have done so many fics on them getting together because this ship has so many possibilities on reuniting and loving each other !! I just love oikage!!! and yessss, healthy oikage 💯💯 thanks so much for the prompt!! 💖 (fic is under keep reading)

Despite common misconceptions, Oikawa was afan of going into supermarkets in the dead of night. He loved the overly brightfluorescent lighting of the store, the empty aisles of brightly coloredpackaging, the tired mother with her sleeping baby wrapped close to her chest,the sleep-deprived college student that was the cashier who often gave him freecoupons, everything about late night shopping was Oikawa’s aesthetic.

No one would try to make small talk about thebags accumulating under his eyes from too many all-nighters, people wouldn’tbother him as he picked up another bag of Epson salt and a couple of milkbreads for the days when volleyball kicked his ass hard, he was allowed to readsports magazines leisurely without being glared at by the strict manager, itwas perfect.

He hummed as he made his way to aisle twelve, left side,about five steps in, the last shelf. He bent down and reached for his go tobrand of medicinal cream for muscle fatigue when another hand grabbed his leastfavorite brand of Epson salt.

“Just for reference,” he started, not wanting to sound tooimposing, but the other person just hadto know. “That brand is terrible for people with sensitive skin, not to mentionthe smell is less than pleasant.” 

“Oh…”

Oikawa glanced at the person’s shoes, worn out Nikes, trailingupwards, he saw a pair of form fitting sweats that emphasized strong calves andeven better thighs. He grabbed his ointment and stood up, offering the strangera pleasant smile that was ruined by his loud ‘geh.’

“Ah, Oikawa-san,” Kageyama blanched, his wide eyesdisplaying the shock that wasn’t present in his voice. “How are you?” 

“I’m good,” he replied, eyeing Kageyama’s tiny basket thatwas filled to the brim with water, sport drinks, granola bars, and a singlemilk carton. “You?”

“Tired.”

The brunet raised his brows at the honest admission, pursinghis lips at the now visible slouched stance that Kageyama was in, as well andthe white sports tape that were wrapped around each individual finger 

“How was camp?” Oikawa asked nonchalantly, grabbing a coupleof ace bandages and an extra ankle brace from the other side of the aisle. “Ah,I wouldn’t recommend that either.”

Kageyama paused at grabbing a different bag that labeledlavender infused bath salts and pointedly stared at him, eyebrows scrunched asif to determine if it really was Oikawa in front of him. “Camp was fine.” Hereached for another brand only to stop at Oikawa’s loud sigh. “Okay, which one should I get?”

“Let’s see,” Oikawa drawled out, scanning the shelves andnot finding the one he uses the most. “Oh, I guess they ran out.”

“Then it doesn’t matter right?”

“It does,” Oikawa muttered reaching out to grab medicinalbath oil that was almost as good as his favorite brand of Epson salt. “This ispretty good. I would advise you to use twice the recommend amount though.”

“Thanks?” Kageyama said, his voice lifting at the end as heread the bottle that was given to him.

“Don’t mention it,” Oikawa offhandedly replied, turning aroundand headed for the cash register, not even caring as to why Kageyama appearedbefore him. “See ya Tobio-chan.”

That’s probably the only con about walkinginto supermarkets that are open all day every day, Oikawa thought to himself asa cashier rang up his purchase, you’ll never know who you’ll meet. 

-

Oikawa jogged inside the store, shaking off the suddendownpour from his clothes and hair, glancing around the empty store as hewandered in trying to find the things he was searching for.

Although chain stores usually had the same policies, thesame building structure, and the same items, the placement of these items wereusually different in each store and varied by city.

He sighed loudly as he went through the aisles once more,looking closer this time to find what he wanted. Finally finding the aisle heneeded to go into, he went towards the over the counter pain medicine area,trying to find the cheapest meds that would work just as well as doctorprescribed ones. 

“Those are pretty weak, I suggest you pick these onesinstead.”

Oikawa looked to his right and there was Kageyama, drippingwet, offering advice on medication at three in the morning.

“Congratulations on your first match,” Oikawa offered inreturn, grabbing the brand that was recommended to him. “But I have to say,your serves were pretty weak.” 

“I know.” 

Oikawa tilted his head and frown at the sullen Kageyama,patting his shoulder when he passed by. “It was a joke Tobio-chan. You did verywell.” 

He didn’t look back, because if he did he might have haveseen the dumbstruck face of his old teammate.

-

The sun was shining bright, the day was hot, the streetswere crowded, and Oikawa was not pleased. Of all days for his parents’ AC tostop working, it had to be the day when he popped in for a surprise visit intotown. He hurriedly went into the nearest shop, praying that they had the rightsize of screwdriver; they did, and waited in line. 

“Oikawa-san?”

To say that Oikawa was pleased at hearing that voice wouldbe an overstatement. He could feel sweat forming between his fingers as he kepthis hand closed around the handle of the screwdriver. Licking his lips andrunning his free hand through his hair, he turned to face Kageyama.

“Tobio-chan, what a surprise to see you here.” 

Simple pleasantries. After five times of meeting each other,it’s become a habit to speak first and think later.

“Is that alcohol I see?” Oikawa teased, smirking at Kageyamawho hid the bottles behind him.

“There’s a Karasuno get together later today…” He trailedoff, leaving the rest for Oikawa to imagine. “What are you doing here?” 

“Visiting the family,” Oikawa replied, handing the cashierhis single item and handed him 2000 yen. “The rest will pay for his stuff.”

“You don’t have to-” Kageyama started, only to beinterrupted by Oikawa.

“I know. Bye Tobio-chan. Have enough fun for the both ofus.”

-

Oikawa sort of stop counting their encounters after the twelfthtime. It was similar to the snowball effect. Chance after chance, they keptmeeting, and somewhere in between they exchanged numbers, which led to them totalk more and to stop accidently meeting each other and start planning to meeteach other. 

“Are you listening Oikawa-san?”

“Yeah yeah, something about cheesy pizza right?”

Kageyama huffed loudly and frowned, the screen glitchingslightly as he moved to grab something off camera. “You weren’t listening.” 

“Sorry, busy typing up this report.” Oikawa mumbled, pushinghis glasses up as he glanced back to his word document. “Wow. You are beingincredibly noisy, what are you doing?”

“I was trying to find something I got for you, but I think Ileft it in my bag,” Kageyama explained, sitting back into his chair and made aface that slightly resembled a pout. “Did you get new glasses?”

“Nah, they’re spares. I broke my other ones.” Oikawa brisklyreplied, rereading what he just wrote, changing a word and then added a comma.“Oh, you glitched again.”

“Did I?” Kageyama’s mouth moved, and the audio followed twoseconds later. “This internet isn’t the best.” 

“Clearly,” Oikawa joked, content with where he was at in hiswork and closed off the document after saving it multiple times. “What time isit over there?”

“9,” he answered, scratching his neck slightly. “I’m gonnahead to practice soon. You have a later class right?”

“Unfortunately,” Oikawa groaned, leaning back and rubbed hiseyes beneath his glasses. “I wish you were here to make your famous hot cocoa.” 

“I wish I was there too.”

Oikawa stopped in his tracks, tilting his head at whatKageyama said. It wasn’t like him to respond like that. He would normally scoff or make an offhand remark about howdramatic Oikawa was being, but saying that,now that was weird.

“Crap,” Kageyama blurted, reading something off his phone.“The captain’s making an emergency meeting, I gotta go. I’ll talk to you laterOikawa-san. Bye.” 

Before Oikawa could say his own goodbye, Kageyama ended thecall, leaving a very confused Oikawa behind.

-

“Red looks better on you,” Oikawa commented, leaning forwardto fix Kageyama’s skewered tie. “Has anyone ever told you that you wear toomuch black?” 

“Occasionally.”

Oikawa nodded at that, and took a step back humming as heraked his eyes over Kageyama’s outfit. He slapped Kageyama’s hand away frommessing with his bangs, tsking softly as he reached forward to fix the sideswept bangs.

“You’re like a little kid,” Oikawa commented, flickingKageyama’s forehead as the younger male began to gnaw on his lips. “Nervous?” 

“This is my first interview as being starter of the nationalvolleyball team. Safe to say, I’m a little nervous,” Kageyama admitted, closinghis eyes as Oikawa raked his fingers through his damp black hair. “Will youcome with me?” 

“What?” Oikawa asked, nearly a shriek, but not quite. “Ah,that’s sort of short notice you know? Plus, I would have to take a shower, andI doubt I have anything good to wear. Not to mention I have my midterm tomorrow,which I know I’ll do fine in but I still have to study some stuff and-”

“If you don’t want to, you just have to say no,” Kageyamainterrupted, cheeks tinted pink at the drawn out rejection. “It’s not a life ordeath situation.” 

Oikawa stopped his tirade of useless excuses, blinking twicebefore admitting that yes of fuckingcourse I would love to go and pleasestop smirking at me like that, ok it’s hard to admit that I would kill to meetall the members of the national team.

-

“Did you know that it’s been a year since we first met eachother?” Oikawa asked, busy wasting time on Facebook, scrolling past thememory from April that said guess who Imet at the supermarket…should I have asked for an autograph? lololol andshared another recipe that looked good enough to try out. 

“Really?” Kageyama muttered, eyes focused on the tablet thatwas resting on Oikawa’s sprawled out legs. “So when did we officially gettogether?”

Oikawa huffed loudly, digging his heels into Kageyama’sthigh. The younger male hissed at that, glaring at his boyfriend with no realhostility.

“I’m heartbroken that you can’t remember. We definitely gottogether the day I found you aimlessly walking the streets after yourdevastating loss and invited you back to my place and watched you cry.”

Oikawa looked up from his phone, lips turning upwards atKageyama’s bottom lip jutting out in disappointment. Oikawa leaned forward, onehand on Kageyama’s shoulder and pressed his lips against his boyfriend’s.

“Wait, I’m sure it was when I invited you to one of my gamesbut you could only come to the after party and we ended up sleeping on the samebed in my hotel room.” 

Oikawa could barely contain his laughter, as Kageyama lookedeven more putout at this statement. 

“Oikawa-san, don’t tell me…you don’t know when we actuallygot together?” 

“Oh please, of course I do,” Oikawa scoffed, rolling hiseyes as he kissed the tip of Kageyama’s nose, content with teasing Kageyamaenough for the day. “It was the day you came back from Italy. That was when Irealized our feelings were mutual.”

“Really?” Kageyama asked, his head tilted and mouth slightlyagape. “That was only a couple of months ago though.”

“Well, yeah…why do you look so upset?”

“Don’t laugh okay?” Kageyama mumbled, putting a hand to hisface to hide his embarrassment. “I’ve been telling people we got together afterour phone call when I was in China.” 

“But that was in September..” Oikawa trailed off, groaningwhen he put the pieces together. “You mean the day I was wasted and told youthat you got hot and asked if you were single?”

“…Yes.”

“So the rumors of you dating a girl after you told areporter that you had a special someone were about me?” Oikawa watched asKageyama nodded his head quickly as if that would stop the bright blush spreadingover his neck and face. “And those videos of you staring lovingly into youphone from your teammates twitter and instagram accounts were because you weretexting me?”

“I wouldn’t say that,” Kageyama muttered, finally pullinghis hand away from his face to give Oikawa a playful shove. 

“So that means,” Oikawa said, prolonging the last word.“That means, that you fell for me first!”

“Did I?” Kageyama asked, angling his head towards Oikawa ina confused fashion. “But you confessed to me first?”

“Tobio-chan,” Oikawa cautioned, “just because someone callsyou hot, that doesn’t necessarily mean they have romantic feelings for you.Hey, don’t give me that stare! I’m being serious here! I’ll seriously beworried if you think that someone calling you hot means they like you.”

Kageyama snorted at that, and got up from the couch,stretching from being in that same position for too long.

“If you don’t remember that’s fine.”

With those mysterious words, Kageyama sauntered into their bedroom,taking off his shirt as he counted the seconds until Oikawa would barge in andbeg him to tell him what he meant.

#@accidentalyandere #oikage #lizwrites #i hope you enjoy this!! #i got so carried away with this and had to delete a lot because it went down an angsty route #it also got way too long so i had to wrap it up an wow i realized i do not know how to end things properly lmao #but yes thank u for the prompt!!! #if u liked this then feel free to send more whoever or whatever lol