#let's see how things go and if my family doctor will collaborate and get me referred to a psych 👍

[torgawl]

feeling somewhat normal for the first time in days. spent the entire day yesterday at the hospital's emergency unit thinking i was gonna have a heart attack or find some bad heart problem because i had been feeling really weird symptoms since the weekend but after a bunch of exams that came out okay turns out it was most likely just really bad anxiety. got more exams to do and advised to seek mental health support. but more importantly, it took me being drugged multiple times to sleep properly ahwjwhs i completely crashed yesterday and now i'm up too early but my heart doesn't feel as bad so far.

#hoping the anxiety meds fix my life and i can finally sleep now #my sleep schedule really is bad like i just spent weeks not sleeping sometimes even more than 2 hours a night #i will only have them for two weeks plus emergencies though 😭 #let's see how things go and if my family doctor will collaborate and get me referred to a psych 👍 #anyways i missed the tgcf episode and my bestie qi rong i will watch it later 😔

[herrscherrofyatta]

"You know it's not the same as it was" part 3

xiao x adeptus reader

note(s): reader is a singer, female reader. I just realized that this is getting to long to be the final part....i promise next part will the last

angst, death, mention of pregnancy

Aether was invited to one Y/n's performance the same day her pupil had his. Yun Jin was the one to find him relaxing with Paimon and he agreed to go. His little companion decided to stay in the teapot for the night, leaving Aether alone for the next couple of hours.

Now this show was about different then any other the h/c haired had before, a collaboration between her and Yun Jin. While Yun Jin was an opera singer, she often had to practice movements and came up with one for Y/n.

Zhongli was also there but there was something different, the ex-archon was staring intensely at the stage as if knowing what the song meant.

Upon entering the portal, he finds himself falling into darkness and he can't see anything but black yet he could hear Xiao's voice ahead.

Before a bright light flashes, making him cover his eyes with arms and the sound of a melody is heard, he recognizes it.

Opening his eyes, he sees that he's now in a room, a bed room to be exact and the humming is more clearer.

It seems to be a room filled decorating with things a couple would do when expecting a baby, it was filled with a crib, plenty of stuff animals and toys.

And near the window, a rocking chair is rocking back and forth and a woman looking out the window, rubbing her swollen stomach while humming a melody.

"I was so alive back then." He looks to see Y/n standing next to the chair, glancing down at her younger self before he looks back upon hearing footsteps.

"Xiao? Is that you?"

He watches as the past self tried to stand up but it was clear it had become difficult to do so. "I'm afraid it's not him, my apologies if you were expecting him."

Zhongli's voice is heard, except here he's known as Morax, as he walks into the room before rushing forward to help the heavily pregnant woman.

"No....it's alright. I'm sure he's busy patrolling...again."

Y/n has a pitiful look on her face as she watches this memory play on.

"I went into labor a couple days later, Zhongli was present throughout the whole thing and Xiao was no where in sight." She says, letting out a empty laugh as the room shifts once more.

The nursery room changes into a room filled with many healers and doctors running around as Aether sees Zhongli holding onto a bundle of blankets while desperately yelling your name as you lay motionless on the bed.

"You almost didn't make it." He mutters while the two of you watching everything go down.

"When i felt myself dying, my final thoughts were that I was selfish enough to think Xiao would want a child, a family....when his only family was the Yaksha family we had."

With a snap of Y/n's fingers, the room faded once more and there Xiao was standing, watching one of the many memories he could have been apart of.

Your pov

Gesture Aether to it, you two walked over to it, "this was his 7 birthday and every year he could ask the same question." Xiao was quiet, his eyes glued to the scenery of his dead son and his wife sitting at the dinner table as you sang happy birthday to the little boy that resembles him.

Clapping as the boy blew the candles out and Xiao sees how much you tried to raise S/n as a human rather then pushing him into the life of a warrior.

"Mommy?"

You look at him while cutting the cake, "yes dear?" Placing the plate in front of the boy who thanked you quietly.

"Why is dad never around? I know you always say he's busy being a Yaksha but Uncle Morax is an Archon but he always has time for me."

The boy says, looking up at you as you tried to find an answer for him but nothing came out. Except the same answer you give.

"Your father...is very stubborn but he means well. He's just wants to make sure Liyue is a safe place for you and everyone else."

S/n frowns, "but can't he take a day off? We have Uncle Bosacius, Aunty Indarias, Aunty Bonanus and Uncle Menogias to look after Liyue for a day..."

He looks down, tears swelling up in his eyes, "does dad not love me?"

You rush over to him, bringing him into a hug, comforting him, "don't say that. He loves you very much—"

"You cry because of him, you miss him too."

Aether tried to reach out his hand faze right through, "you know, he never asked about you again after what happened next." You look over at Xiao who looks at you, his face filled with surprised and shocked from just learning all this now.

A knock is heard and S/n's eyes lit up, jumping down from his seat and running to the door where he opens the door. "Uncle Morax!"

Morax walks in, holding S/n in his arm as he greets you, handing you a gift as you put it on the table.

"I hope I'm not intruding." He said but you shake your head, telling him to sit down.

"You're never intruding, Morax."

It fades, leaving the three of you in silence as you walk ahead, leaving them to their thoughts as you enter another of your many memories.

Sitting down on the floor, you watch as fragment of your son runs around training with a wooden polearm Morax had given him when he wanted to begin training.

Xiao approaches, reaching out but stops mid way when he realizes that you're staring before looking away.

"He was a great fighter...just like you." You stand up as the another memories overlaps and you immediately recognize it as you smile. Walking by Xiao, this moment was a special as this was the day Morax had approved S/n of being able to use the polearm he forged for him years ago.

Xiao and Aether look at the polearm, although it was a bit fuzzy, they both see it was the same concept design like Xiao's.

"Funny, now that I think about it, Morax was always present in these moments...as if he was his father and not you "

"Y/n—"

"I don't hold any negative feelings against you now but back then, when you told me death was normal and I shouldn't cry over my son...I hated you for the longest time."

You explain, watching the memory of S/n training with Morax when it should have been Xiao, moments where both of us, his parents should be present.

"It's about time you take on your responsibilities as a Yaksha." Aether looks over, watch this interaction play out, he recognizes this place, Qingyun Peak.

You two are standing, looking out as the wind slightly blows your hair to the side.

"Xiao, I was gone for almost 20 years taking care of our son. It hasn't been that long and I wanted make sure he's capable of taking care of himself before I come back completely." You explain to him and he sighs but doesn't complain. Seeing how he relaxes, you take a step forward and grab onto his hand, making him look at you.

"Won't you visit us?" You plead, "you only visited when he was asleep as a child and I'm sure he'll like to meet you face to face."

He averts his eyes and hesitate to answer, unsure if he should come but when he pulls his hand from yours, your face falls.

"My karma will harm him—"

"Xiao, out of the two of us, mine is far harmful than yours and I've been with since the day he was born and that hasn't affected him! Please, stop make excuses and come meet him." You beg, trying to take hold of his and again but he avoids your touch.

Your brows furrow, "it seems like you only come to me when you need to relief yourself. Just say that the reason you don't want to visit S/n is because you regret starting a family with me, you're not ready to be a father.....why did you go through with the marriage if you were going to distant yourself from us?"

He teleports away, leaving you alone, standing there as the wind flows, blowing away the tears that began to roll down your face.

Your lips press together as you let out a heavy sigh, "my son lived for 200 years before he was killed during the war."

Xiao says nothing as Aether walks over to you, "500 years ago, the Cataclysm happened, monsters from the abyss invaded the land and we were sent out with the rest of the Yakshas...well what was left of us at least. My son died protecting me from an attack directed to me."

Looking down at your gloved hand, a soft amber glow begins to emerge from it, making your eyes glow slightly. It wasn't until a golden aura began to surround you, Xiao recognizes this power that was coming from you.

"All this time, the deal with Zhongli will finally come into place."

Aether takes a step, also realizing he's seen this type of power and and his mind goes the time Zhongli threw the two items that belonged to the Goddess of Salt into the sea.

"my son will have a second chance living...."

Glancing back at Xiao, you give him a soft smile as the very same aura that surrounded the group back at the chasm is now on him and Aether.

"....take care of him for the both of us, okay?"

He's teleported away before he could say anything else and you turn to look at the blonde.

"What do you plan on doing?" He asked.

"An old friend of mine said this was possible, she said my son was not meant to live in any reality, no matter what I do so I'm taking matters into my own hands."

Being unable to move, Aether watches you walk forward, your footsteps lighting up with each step as you place your palm up. "I was once friends with the god of time, she taught me many things before she disappeared."

The barrier around Aether was gone as you gesture him to follow you inside the memory, "come, I need someone to explain everything to everyone once this is all done."

—

Xiao falls out, hitting the ground with a thud as he looks back at the entrance to it glitches badly making it unable to go back inside.

"Damn it." He grits his teeth, teleporting to Liyue Harbor to find Zhongli at the Funeral Parlor but to his surprised he found Hu Tao and someone else messing around outside.

The pair seem to get along well as they laughed among themselves and Hu Tao was the first to notice him, tugging on the taller male with her.

"Hey, Xiao is here."

He felt his heart stop as he realizes the one with Hu Tao was his son, looking at him and his breathe is taken away.

He looked just like you, the same e/c eyes that stare back at him, "father? What are you doing here?"

S/n didn't make any movement towards him, keeping his distance from him and he lets out a tiny groan. "Is this about what happened last time? I said I was sorry for tricking you into coming with us to the border."

Xiao blinks at this, confusion written all over his face as he shakes his hand, dismiss what S/n said. "What? No, I'm here for something else. Where is Mor—...Zhongli?"

S/n raises a brow at this, glancing at the brown haired girl who just shrugs her shoulders, "okay, you guys have your family talk. See ya, S/n."

He waves at her before looking back at Xiao. "Uncle Zhongli is out today, he's at his usual place. You know, where he used to have tea up on the peak on the mountain?"

He explains to Xiao who takes in this information. "I was going to head over there before you came along, although it's strange you're here."

"I see...I will head over right away." His last words confused Xiao a bit, "strange?"

S/n sighs, but shrugs his shoulders, "well, you never come to me if you need something since you'll do it alone." He says, walking by him as the shorter male follows shortly. S/n glances at him, trying to understand his weird behavior. "Is that all?"

Xiao shakes his head, "there's another thing I need to ask, where is Y/n?"

The taller black haired froze at this, eyes widen slightly. "Mom?" He turns to look at Xiao who nods his head.

"Yes, your mother. Where is she?"

".....do you want to see her right away? I can take you to her. Follow me."

They both walk out the city and walk towards where the Chasm is located. "The Chasm?" Xiao mumbles to himself.

"So....how have you been?" His son asks.

"I found out what happened to Bosacius 500 years ago."

The golden eyed boy looked at him, "Uncle Bosacius? He went missing didn't he? After he lost control with his karma." He mumble the last part as this was a touchy subject for his father yet to his surprised, Xiao barely reacted like the last time he brought it up. "Mom also lost control....."

This caught Xiao's attention and S/n noticed as they walk past the entrance surface of the Chasm as they walk a bit more off into a trail leading else where.

"She's over there." He looks ahead, letting Xiao take the lead and they stop ahead of a small stone that had some things engraved on it.

Xiao's blood ran cold as he stared down at it as he slowly read what it said. S/n sits down on a near by bench, resting his cheek on the palm of his hand.

'Here rests Y/n 'Eden', Yaksha of Rex Lapis and lovely mother. Fought till the very end to protect her only son. Let her forever live in our memories.'

"No matter how much I fought to keep the name 'Eden' off there, my efforts were in vein." S/n sighs, watching the short male fall to his knees, shaking in front of the gravestone. "She always hated that name."

"It's as if you forget she not here anymore..... nothing changed since then."

He thinks to himself, standing up and kneeling down to Xiao who refusing to believe that you were dead before carefully wrapping his arms around him.

—

Back to you and Aether, you two stood a good distance from a scenery that was breathe taking. A glowing tree stood in the middle, branches upon branches it's shown.

"I need to touch it." He looks over at you, noticing how fatigue you've become as you took your first step forward, falling to your knees as your head began to feel like it was going to explode. "I have to be worthy....." Another throb occurs as you try standing up, gritting your teeth in pain as you fell back down.

Aether, who hadn't felt the pain yet, soon began to feel it soon after, leaving you two on the floor in unbearable pain.

"You need to leave—!?" Trying to hold back your sounds of pain, you reach to touch Aether and as soon as your palm makes contact with his shoulder, the same barrier surrounds him. You couldn't say what you had to say as another heavy throb came and with that, you manage your strength to make sure Aether got out in time.

"in the end, it was all a waste."

Struggling to look up, your vision blurs as you see a blurry figure standing in front of you and they reach to you, placing their hand on your head. "Rest."

And you were out like a candle, losing the battle to keep yourself awake.

—

"Paimon doesn't understand! What you mean you won't intervene in this?!" Zhongli remains calm as Paimon yells at him. "This is Eden we're talking about! You can't just let her get away with this!?'

He looks up at her with a glance, "Correction, I am fully aware of Y/n's doings. This is a contract we made 500 years ago and it seems so that she's decided to go through with it. As much as I want to stop her, I cannot break the contract between us....now, if Xiao so wishes to save her, he's free to do so and maybe I'll help."

Paimon scoffs, the two were suddenly in interrupted by a young man who seem to have teleported here completely out of breathe.

"Uncle....Uncle Zhongli!" The ex archon immediately looks alert as he looks up before he stumbles slightly as he stands up, startling Paimon a bit.

"S/n?" He mutters in disbelief as the black haired male runs over completely in a wreck. "What's wrong?"

S/n takes a deep breathe, "Father....he's gone mad! He keeps saying that mom is alive and that he's spoken to her before coming to me!" Zhongli places his hands on his shoulders to calm him down but it doesn't work as S/n get more worked up. "Please, you need—"

Zhongli looks up, seeing Xiao standing a a few feet away from them. "He needs to understand that she's dead! She's not coming back.... because he's the one who killed her!"

Zhongli's eyes widen at this, Paimon and Xiao completely caught off guard.

"Wait! You're Y/n's son?" S/n looks over at Paimon, "aren't you supposed to be dead?"

S/n looks visibly confused but turns his attention to Zhongli who unexpectedly lets out a groan as he holds his head.

Next Paimon and then Xiao.

"Uncle? What's wrong?"

Zhongli breathes heavily, holding his head, "my memory....it's becoming a bit hazy."

"My head hurts too." Paimon says afterwards.

It passes and the three are feeling much better but Xiao quickly looks behind him, making everyone look at him only to see what he's looking at.

"Wah!?"

Paimon almost flies backwards from what ever blast came from the domain entrance before pointing towards the harbor.

"Look! It's heading towards the city!"

They watch as the blast hits the city before Zhongli declares to head back. "We need get back, who knows what that blast has caused.

S/n nods at his orders, "I hope everyone is okay."

The four teleport to the city and they're met with complete quiet. "Everyone is unconscious." Xiao says as the walk around the streets to find no one but them awake and standing.

"Zhongli, you said you and Eden—"

"Y/n." S/n corrects her, "mom hated that name."

"—you and Y/n," Paimon glares at him, "had made a contract 500 years ago. What was it about?"

Zhongli pauses for a brief moment as he looks at Xiao.

"Do you wish to save her?" He asks. "I cannot act on my own or else that would break the contract but if it's you, it's not completely broken since you interfered and not me."

He glances at S/n who is up ahead looking around.

Xiao looks at his son before looking away and without wasting a heartbeat, he answers, "I want to save her."

—

Back in the depts of where you lay unconscious, trouble was beginning to stir up as your fingers began to twitch upon regaining consciousness. Before slowly pushing yourself up, standing on your feet as you stood there quietly...almost menacing as a dark purple aura began to grow around you.

"I can't let anyone stop me." You mutter as you slowly dragged your feet to the tree in the distance.

a/n: in short, you're pulling some Otto apocalypse type shit except without all those deaths, it's some self sacrifice instead :>

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[throwaway-yandere]

Some details about the Apotheosis Upon Your First Feast fic so spoilers

Perhaps there's some things you might've missed from the fic in here >:))

Gets incredibly unstable whenever someone wastes food. They don't waste a single grain of rice whenever they eat. Suffice to say, it's possible that the aranaras peer pressured them to eat the entire bowl even when they know who the ingredient was.

Reader had to bury siblings at a young age. Malnourishment + other incidents caused them to go deaf, which amplified Pantalone's distaste for the archons. Lived off salt and rice for a long time. No meat, no anything. They're obsessed with food and solving world hunger because of it. Finds out the solution to world hunger is cannibalism.

They not only missed the fight because of poor hearing (and it's also meters away to be fair), this is also the reason why Scaramouche felt strangely drawn to them. They're imperfect like him. They get to live their life not worrying about how they're essentially discarded by society at one point while he's out there trying to prove that he's worthy of becoming a divine being.

Alhaitham-(Y/n) friendship is actually so real but there's no point in adding my brainrots. Wasn't included in the fic, but they trained together, that's why they have the same "character kit" (skill & burst). Alhaitham also bought them hearing aids at the same time he got his headphones so people will think he has hearing problems & that they're friends because they have the same condition. He did it so that people can stop approaching him to ask stupid questions... It was (Y/n)'s idea. "Trust me, Haitham, it works" hAHAHAHA–

Also for the record: Alhaitham sent them there because he knows they're as lazy as him. If he didn't send them there, the Akademiya would suggest making (Y/n) the acting grand scribe. Alhaitham would rather spare them the trouble and make them relax in a forest. Yes, Alhaitham is a good friend. He just... Sucks at letting people know he's a good one. I mean, look at his situation with Kaveh.

The reader can see aranaras because they're still a child at heart and haven't properly "grown up". Perhaps it's also the reason why they brazenly ask somewhat naive questions at Scaramouche...

Funny that (Y/n) is Scara's first sage while the traveler is Nahida's. Both have siblings. One lost their entire family and the other is on the process of finding them.

And yes: Pantalone genuinely doesn't remember Scara in this fic. He just decided he'd try out using the guns Dottore made. And it's effectiveness depends on your choice.

And also yes: the reader did leaked Nahida as the one controlling Katheryne on accident lmfao. Reader knows about her cause she collaborated with the Adventurer's Guild before in a project and it's once again, food related (that's why Baharak is friendly with them).

This project isn't explored in the fic– I'm already passed my word count. Comrade this commission is for a 1.5k fic but I ended up writing 7k 😭

–But most importantly, perhaps you might've missed this line:

“The Doctor and I had a deal. He’ll recreate at least 80% of a regular Akasha’s functions while I help him track down a few… crops.”

That line?

It's about the aranaras.

The eyeglasses are a damn prototype made by Dottore to see if it can record aranaras.

You know how when Scaramouche's revised the irminsul to remove him, the fate remains the same for most things? Niwa still dies, the clans still fall, and all that?

Yeah :]

Remember how the reader begged Scara to spare the forest before?

Y e a h : ]

Maybe it won't be Scaramouche that destroys them, but someone else will.

#ansy-addendums #tag: AUYFF

[x3kristax3]

For All Of Time - The New World

Ellis Island, New York City, 1912

A/N: to read the rest of this collaboration that @paigenoelchas-blog started, go here

Benjamin Adams Hospital, Vermont, 2022

Seeing her eyes open gives me every hope for her to wake up. However I can’t get that dream out of my head. I feel like that wasn’t just a dream, like her and I actually lived that.

I’m not one to believe in fate and past lifes, but with her I know our souls are intertwined. How much are we really though? I ask myself as I hold her hand. I look up out the window and see that it is nighttime. Jessica must've left when I fell asleep reading the book, unsure how I even got into bed with my love.

I look at her face and I just know that her eyes are opening is to stay between us, the doctors don’t have hope for her but I do. She squeezed my hand, fluttered those eyes, and now I’m certain I saw them open and a faint smile.

I get up out of the chair and kiss her forehead, one more time as I leave the room to go grab coffee. Hoping every once of my body she doesn’t wake up when I’m not there. I see one of the nightime nurses who has been friendly to me.

“I’m going to go grab some coffee and something to eat” I let her know as I passed her at the nurses station.

“I’m glad to see you leave the room. Has there been any change that you’ve seen since last night?” she asks

“No, I just fell asleep reading her favorite book” I say as I head back.

MC POV:

I feel his kiss on my forehead, and I’ve never been more grateful for those little kisses. I know he saw my eyes and that faint smile. However, it was just for a brief moment as my body needs more sleep to heal and find my way back home. I fall back into this sleep, unsure of what past life I’m going to see this time.

Ellis Island, New York City, 1912

We come in from the ship to start a new life. My father saved every penny he could to make this new life possible in America. I’m merely 14 which means once we get settled in, I will go find a job to help with my family. I’ve never been a fan of boats and large crowds so I’m standing there playing with the fabric of my dress as we stand in line.

My mother leans into my ear “stop playing with your dress, stand up straight, and smile” she says.

She always was so proper, which is what drew my father to her back in Paris. I do as she tells me, trying not to fidget. As I look away from my family, I see this man. He looks to be 17 but his raven black hair catches my eyes. He’s traveling alone which makes me sad at the thought of doing that trip by myself. He looks at me and his ocean blue eyes make me freeze.

He walks up and introduces himself to my father. I hear my mother whisper in my ear again. “Smile,Mabella.

I stand up straight and smile as I’m told. I know what she is thinking as I look at this man, I can’t help but think the same thing. You see my mother and father were set up by their parents and they fell in love at first sight. I never understood that statement as they had introduced me to others over the years. However, watching this man’s confidence as he talks to my father and catching his eyes looking at me, I understand now.

“This is my daughter, Mabella, Jacques” my father says, with his hand on my shoulder.

I reach my hand out to him trying to keep poised like my mother and grandmother raised me. He stands much taller than me, so I have to look up. “Hello Jacques” I say with a smile but I feel butterflies in my stomach.

As his hand touches mine I feel the instant connection. He leans into me and whispers into my ear “I’m not normally one to do this, but you sure did catch my eye” he says.

Him being this close, I smell him and my body shivers. He smells like cedar and smoke which I only smell when I snuck around the ship and found my way to the firstclass area.

He hands my father his business card, “I will be starting this business up here if you need a job in America” as he walks away from us.

My mother looks at me and my father “you know what we need to do” she says to him.

“Yes, he was first class and took a liking to her and offered me a job”.

My parents fnd a place just small for us and my father goes and gets the job with Jacques. He invites us over for dinner and my mother makes me put on my best dress and does my hair and a little bit of makeup.

“Mama, were you nervous when you met papa?” I ask her as I feel nerves running through my body even though I’ve met him multiple times at this point with my papa working for him.

“Yes” she stops and gets in front of me and looks into my brown eyes. “When he came up to us at Ellis Island, I saw how you both looked at eachother. Finding out he was first class on the ship is just an added bonus because he can take care of you. My parents tried to do the same for me, but you know these last couple of years in Paris your father struggled” she says with a sigh.

“I know, mama,” I say, holding her hands.

“He thinks your father and I are joining you tonight for dinner, however it will be just you two” she says.

“But mama,” I start to say but she stops me.

“You will be fine, he’s nothing short of a gentleman, especially with you. He loves you MC” she says. MC has been a family nickname for me for a long time and I know she’s trying to calm my nerves.

There is a knock on the door and I hear my papa answer it as I hear him.

“I’m sorry, Jacques. My wife and I won’t be joining you.However, Mabella, will be” he says as I walk out of the bedroom where my mom and I were.

I see his eyes get big as he watches me come closer to him. “I can accept that,'' he says with a gentle smile but I see a look in his eyes and my heart stops.

I can tell he’s being a gentleman because my papa is right there but that he isn’t against this set up with my parents. I grab my coat and head to him. “Be a gentleman to her” my papa says as I can’t take my eyes off him.

“Of course, I would not be anything less” he says as he takes my hand in his. 

We walk away from the door and I link my arm into his, as we walk side by side. It's a quiet walk but not awkward. We get to the road to cross to the restaurant and I lean my head against his shoulder.

“Jacques” I say with a sigh.

“Call me Jay please, is there anything you like to be called?” he says, looking into my eyes.

“My family calls me MC. If we’re actually going to go through with my parents plans you will eventually be family”  I whisper.

“If youd like to go through with it, so would I, MC '' he says as he pulls me close and whispers into my ear. 

Hearing him call me MC my body shivers. I look away from him and notice the restaurant he’s taking me to is a five star and french. I look him into the eyes “did my papa tell you i had been asking to come here?” I ask as my eyes get big.

He smiles that smile from before as his arm wraps around my waist “yes he did but this was supposed to be all four of us” he says.

The night is nothing short of amazing, he’s a total gentleman all night. As we leave the restaurant he kisses me gently and I don’t want him to pull away but I know we’re in public and I have to behave.

He walks me to my door and kisses my hand because he knows my papa is watching us.

I walk inside and my mama helps me get ready for bed. She asks me about him, and I don’t tell much because well it was much needed for me and him alone.

“MC, tell me do you want to marry him?” she asks.

“Mama, I do. You and papa tried multiple times back in Paris but never felt like this. However, can we wait until I’m 18 so I can make a life for myself here as well?”

“We will talk to your papa about it, he has his heart on you and him together’ she says.

I crawl into bed and fall asleep.

Benjamin Adams Hospital, Vermont, 2022

I start to wake up and I hear him and one of the nurses talking.

“How much coffee did you drink last night?” she asks

I laugh on the inside because that's my Jake.

Jakes POV:

I laugh a little because if only she knew how much coffee I normally drink. “Not that much. MC would be proud of me as I’ve cut back being in here.”

“I wanted to let you know, I checked her report on the computer when I came in this morning. I’m not sure what you are doing,but don’t stop. There was a moment that looked like she really did come back to you. I’m not sure if you knew or not.” she says.

“I know she’s trying to and I just have to be patient.” I say looking at my girl laying there. I now know that definitely wasn’t a dream, her eyes really did open for that brief moment.

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[paigenoelchas-blog]

For All Of Time

Running to Love

Montana, 1880

This is part of a collaboration with other Jake x MC writers. The other submissions can all be found on my masterlist.

Warnings: hospital trauma

Benjamin Adams Hospital, Vermont, 2022

Jake's POV:

"Listen, doctor, I know what I felt. She squeezed my hand." I speak as calmly as I can though I feel anything but calm.

"I am sure you felt something, son. Our tests just don't indicate any change." The doctor speaks in a kind tone. He is tall and in his sixties with short gray hair and black reading glasses hanging off of the end of his nose. He has been nothing but kind and knowledgeable. I trust him, but I don't want to hear what he has to say right now.

I am losing my mind. All I want is a little hope and the doctor couldn't even let me believe that she had moved. He couldn't even give me the hope of a little progress.

Don't they understand that I am nothing without her. Don't they understand my love for her?

Still, I know I have to be nice. I am here because they let me. They are breaking a lot of rules. I can't go home, not without her. There is no home without her.

I nod at the doctor dismissively and everyone leaves the room, except one nurse who holds back a bit. She looks at me softly and scans the room that is strewn with the misplaced coffee cups and food wrappers.

"When the last time you left this room?," she queries, her voice thick with concern. She is a larger woman with a sweet face and generous eyes. Her name tag says Sandy.

I shrug my shoulders. "I haven't since she's been here, but I don't really know. It hard to keep track of time in here."

She nods, "If you don't mind, I will straighten up a bit and then bring you some decent food."

"I don't really care as long as she wakes up." I say a bit rudely. How could I care about such things right now?

"If you don't care," she whispers, "and your health is sacrificed, they will kick you out of here. Let's not have that."

I know she is right. I don't respond and the nurse leaves.

I return quickly to MC's bedside.

"Baby, Wake up for me, please. I don't know how much more of this I can take."

Tears begin to fall down my cheek as I hold her hand tighter. I bring it to my lips and place small kisses in the back of her hand.

I don't have the words and the tears are still falling, but I begin to hum the melody of our favorite song..

And...

MC's POV:

She hears it, the song, the sadness, the kindness of the nurse, the fact that he wasn't taking care of himself. She had to wake up, had to get out of this trap. She had tightened her grip on his hand earlier. He wasn't imagining it, but it had taken a lot out of her. She needed rest so she could finally return to him. As he cried, she could feel the wetness on her body and hear the whimper coming from his throat and her heart broke. As he continued to sing and his tears ceased, her body relaxed and she entered into dreamworld once more.

Montana, 1880

The plains stretch for miles, the grass blowing and the wind creates a undulating vision of gold. I can see the buffalo and my tribe tracking them, hoping to get a good hunt that will keep my family alive through the long winter. I can hear the birds sing in the trees and watch as the men and their weapons prepare for the attack.

It is there that I see him. We have met before. Many times before. He always brings me some special treasure from the white man's world. He doesn't know that I can't bring it back. My father would never allow it. He had seen of the violence of the white man for too long.

I sneak away from the tribe and run toward him. The tall grass allows me to hide and the wind covers the sound of m moccasined feet. The second we are next to each other, our bodies intertwine. I feel something in him that I feel with no one else. He makes me feel safe, protected and somehow whole. In his arms, I feel like the person that I was meant to be. The person that the gods had determined was my other half.

He takes his hat off and we lay in the grass, away from prying eyes. He began to kiss me speaking words of love that I didn't know but somehow understand. My heart understands. I know a few words of English: Indian, war, attack. I was only now beginning to understand what the word love meant.

I know his name is Jakob. He knows mine to be Makawee. Our souls speak to each other since the words cannot. As we lay on the ground, he is on top, I am below. He stares in to my eyes and twists a loose strand of hair through his fingers. His eyes are as blue as the sky just before the sun sleeps. A sweet smile crosses my face. I touch his cheeks and run my fingers through his dark hair that matches mine.

He leans down and kisses my lips. He tastes of venison and tobacco and some spice I'm not familiar with. I am in heaven. The eagles fly above our heads and the buffalo moan. It is a hot day, but the wind blows fresh air through the grass that surrounds us. The blue sky is dotted with clouds that create pictures as they float by. His kisses fuel my imagination. What would it be like to go with this man, to leave my family and join him? It would be a hard life. The white man does not like our way of life. I would do it for this man. I would be an outcast for him if he asked me. It is with him that I am meant to be.

His lips move from my mouth to my neck. He supports my head so I can give him more room to kiss the more sensitive places. The world around me is fading away as I focus on him how his lips and his love make me feel.

Suddenly, I hear the cry of a buffalo. If you have never heard one in pain before there is no way I can describe it. The mournful cry of a being losing the air in its lungs and the vibrancy of its life is something one could never forget. They killed one, which means that soon, they will notice that I am missing.

I tighten the top of my dress and straighten my hair and I begin to get up. He grabs my hand and kisses my palm. Looking into my eyes, he motions for me to come with him. He is asking me to join his life and hoping that we can build one together. I pause, then, without looking back, I tighten my grip on his hand and we both begin running though the grass away from my tribe and my family. Toward a new life where Jakob and I can find a way to be together.

Benjamin Adams Hospital, Vermont, 2022

Suddenly I wake up from the dream. Somehow it doesn't feel like a dream. It fills like a life once lived. If I didn't know better, I would think it to be a memory.

I can hear the nurse, "Eat now and then you need some rest. MC is lucky to have someone to care for her so much."

"Thank you for dinner," he responds, "but I am the lucky one to have her in my life."

"MC, baby, I'm letting go of your hand." He speaks to me as if I were there. A calmness had returned to his voice, "Sandy brought me dinner. She's right. I need to take care of myself. I will be no good to you when you wake up. I can't wait until we have dinner together at the apartment. I can't wait until we can share a bed, though tonight I'm going to sneak into your bed, here. It is the only hope that I have of sleep... Whatever it takes, I will fight to have our life back. Please try one fight for it too."

"I am, my love," she wanted to scream, but the words couldn't form in her mouth. She listened to him talking about the ordinary things that they used to do like filling out the Sunday crossword puzzles and going out on coffee dates.

Thinking of these things gave her hope that soon, she would be able to spend her life with him again. It warmed her heart and calmed her mind. She found herself drifting off again...

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[budgerigorous]

family

-

My dad is becoming incontinent. He has been having accidents more frequently and getting confused about how to use the bathroom. He’s also more confused about things like opening doors and which room he’s in. He is 65 years old. Six years ago, he was an engineer, musician, and artist; a year ago, he would have collaborated with me on drawings that I started in his notebook. He’s not interested in that anymore.

My mom is having a new breast biopsy this week, even though she had surgery and radiation last year. There are nodules in her lungs that the doctor was concerned about. She’s letting her hair go gray, which the hairdresser -- my parents and sister have been seeing the same hairdresser for at least 10 years -- expressed concern to my sister about at her last appointment: “It’s usually a sign of depression.” Yeah, you think...

My sister’s fine. (Knock on wood.)

I’ve given up hope on a lot of things, but at least, for the time being, I have the internet!

-

Literally nothing I do is enough and it never will be.

-

It’s like I’m a parent but the child is a 65-year-old man, and it was an unplanned and non-desired pregnancy, and also I’m useless and there’s no hope in my life. It’s okay though! It’s fine! I don’t need to be a person who has their own life or any sense of personal fulfillment or choice whatsoever. Those things are for other people.

#diary entry: a new tag that is for diary entries

[biitterscotch]

frozen fading

14th september 2022

3 days ago i sprained my ankle at the trampoline park my friend works at. was a fun day but not fun having to walk and take the train home. my ankle was super swollen into the next day, but fortunately after about 48 hours it started to go down. it is still a bit swollen but not nearly as much, and it doesn’t really hurt to put pressure on it. i probably should've called the doctor but honestly i’m too nervous. i dont even know how i’d go in to see them anyways. im just praying some longterm damage that requires surgery doesnt come out of this. anyways, i’ve spent the past few days at home, sitting about, letting my ankle heal. what could i do on crutches? i could go for a walk, go to the store and get that hair product i’ve been wanting, i could go to the red cross store. i havent been doing much of the things i like: drawing, guitar, writing, researching. nor have i been doing much of what i should, like planning for college, though that has been a challenge. it’s looking like i will have to wait till the spring semester to take my classes. kind of stressful but also some relief as i have more time to contact the NOVA people and figure out my situation. though i am a procrastinator so its probably super great. To my reader noah whom i owe a writing prompt for collaboration: sorry, i’ll try to get on that. I feel like a blank page. i am forgetting who i am. it is scary. i feel i am losing my childhood. which in a way i am. though i am still clinging i guess. i realize i am like a child in my interests and comforts. i don’t explore extremes much. i try to go with the flow but im probably forgetting all the times i struck down a memorable experience out of nerves. i dont think i really have any other friends in this situation of living independently at age 18. i cook for myself and my brother. plan meals, buy groceries. clean the house (haven’t been doing such a great job because of my ankle, though i think i could try harder). people here seem so mature, but there’s moments of naivete i catch glimpses of. sometimes i feel like a pixar/disney millenial. i love animated movies. they are the genre that most often makes me laugh/cry. i think it’s okay to embrace childishness. some glimmer. i imagine a serene life is nice. though i also get anxiety. actually i just get anxiety with anything. in the old days i would be a laborer, constantly moving my body. maybe its from being raised in my family where everyone is always productive. everything is so new. ive been trying to process things for months. i was going to write about processing things up till 1st august but i’ve forgotten the feeling. moving forward. trudging forward? that’s what it feels like. days are blurring together. im good at sitting still but i guess that’s when there’s a projected end.

[whumptober]

Whumptober 2020 - Updated

Welcome to Whumptober 2020! We’re doing things a little differently this year so please make sure to read the Event Info carefully. We are also excited to announce the addition of an AO3 Collection, which can be found here.

We hope you’re as excited as us to watch the Whump Community come together once again for a month of bone-crunching creativity and collaboration!

(All 31 Themes + Prompts, Event Information, and FAQs are posted below the cut!)

No 1. LET'S HANG OUT SOMETIME Waking Up Restrained | Shackled | Hanging

No 2. IN THE HANDS OF THE ENEMY  "Pick Who Dies" | Collars | Kidnapped

No 3. MY WAY OR THE HIGHWAY Manhandled | Forced to their Knees | Held at Gunpoint

No 4. RUNNING OUT OF TIME Caged | Buried Alive | Collapsed Building

No 5. WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING? On the Run | Failed Escape | Rescue

No 6. PLEASE.... "Get it Out" | No More | "Stop, please"

No 7. I'VE GOT YOU Support | Carrying | Enemy to Caretaker

No 8. WHERE DID EVERYBODY GO? "Don't Say Goodbye" | Abandoned | Isolation

No 9. FOR THE GREATER GOOD "Take Me Instead" | "Run!” | Ritual Sacrifice

No 10. THEY LOOK SO PRETTY WHEN THEY BLEED Blood Loss | Internal Bleeding | Trail of Blood

No 11. PSYCH 101 Defiance | Struggling | Crying

No 12. I THINK I'VE BROKEN SOMETHING Broken Down | Broken Bones | Broken Trust

No 13. BREATHE IN BREATHE OUT Delayed Drowning | Chemical Pneumonia | Oxygen Mask

No 14. IS SOMETHING BURNING? Branding | Heat Exhaustion | Fire

No 15. INTO THE UNKNOWN Possession | Magical Healing | Science Gone Wrong

No 16. A TERRIBLE, HORRIBLE, NO GOOD, VERY BAD DAY Forced to Beg | Hallucinations | Shoot the Hostage

No 17. I DID NOT SEE THAT COMING Blackmail | Dirty Secret | Wrongfully Accused

No 18. PANIC! AT THE DISCO Panic Attacks | Phobias | Paranoia

No 19. BROKEN HEARTS Grief | Mourning Loved One | Survivor's Guilt

No 20. TOTO, I HAVE A FEELING WE'RE NOT IN KANSAS ANYMORE Lost | Field Medicine | Medieval

No 21. I DON'T FEEL SO WELL Chronic Pain | Hypothermia | Infection

No 22. DO THESE TACOS TASTE FUNNY TO YOU? Poisoned | Drugged | Withdrawal

No 23. WHAT’S A WHUMPEE GOTTA DO TO GET SOME SLEEP AROUND HERE? Exhaustion | Narcolepsy | Sleep Deprivation

No 24. YOU’RE NOT MAKING ANY SENSE Forced Mutism | Blindfolded | Sensory Deprivation

No 25. I THINK I’LL JUST COLLAPSE RIGHT HERE, THANKS Disorientation | Blurred Vision | Ringing Ears

No 26. IF YOU THOUGHT THE HEAD TRAUMA WAS BAD... Migraine | Concussion | Blindness

No 27. OK, WHO HAD NATURAL DISASTERS ON THEIR 2020 BINGO CARD? Earthquake | Extreme Weather | Power Outage

No 28. SUCH WOW. MANY NORMAL. VERY OOPS. Accidents | Hunting Season | Mugged

No 29. I THINK I NEED A DOCTOR Intubation | Emergency Room | Reluctant Bedrest

No 30. NOW WHERE DID THAT COME FROM? Wound Reveal | Ignoring an Injury | Internal Organ Injury

No 31. TODAY’S SPECIAL: TORTURE Experiment | Whipped | Left for Dead

Alternate Prompt List

Alt 1. Punctured

Alt 2. Falling

Alt 3. Comfort

Alt 4. Stitches

Alt 5. Stoic Whumpees

Alt 6. Altered States

Alt 7. Found Family

Alt 8. Adverse Reactions

Alt 9. Memory Loss

Alt 10. Nightmares

Alt 11. Presumed Dead

Alt. 12. Water

Alt. 13 Accidents

Alt. 14 Shot

Alt. 15 Carry/Support

Event Info

WHUMPTOBER is a month-long, prompt-based creation challenge (think: Inktober, but whumpier). There are 31 Official themes this year - one for each day of the month - which can be used, skipped, or combined in any way you’d like. They are meant to serve as inspiration without being taken literally (e.g. you don't have to include the exact wording into your work). Additionally, there are 3 prompts for each theme.  These are optional suggestions and can be used in conjunction with the theme, or as options/alternatives.  We want to give everyone as much creative freedom as possible, as well as increase event accessibility for folks with triggers and squicks.

Creators can PRODUCE work in any media they choose, including but not limited to: writing, visual artwork, and photo/video/audio edits. Creators can PARTICIPATE as much or as little as they want (i.e. you don’t have to do ALL the prompts if you don’t want to) and prompts can be used in any order. They are also free to use even after the event ends.

When uploading Whumptober content to your blog, be sure to tag the with:

#whumptober2020 …..(the event tag)

#no.1, #no.2, #no.3, …..(theme number)

#bruised, #stabbed,  …..(the theme or specific prompt you chose)

#fandom or #OC

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#nsfw, #nsfwhump …..(only for nsfw content)

PLEASE BE DILIGENT WITH YOUR TAGGING. Only properly tagged posts are considered for archiving on the official @whumptober2020​ blog. They must be tagged in the order above.

Unfortunately, due to the sheer number of participants in recent years, we cannot guarantee your work will be archived. A random selection of properly tagged posts from all genres will be reblogged each day.

Whumpers who produce content for 31 total theme days are considered event completionists and will be tagged in a masterpost at the end of the month.

Questions not addressed below can be directed to this blog as well.

Thanks for reading, and happy whumping!

Frequently Asked Questions

Q. What kind of content can I make? Can it be NSFW?

This is a MIXED MEDIA event! You can write fic, post meta, doodle or paint, create a gif set or photo edit, link a song, or get crafty with video - anything goes. As for NSFW, make what you like, we just hope that you’ll tag your work accordingly so that others participating in the event can stay safe :)

Q. Do I have to do all 31 Days? Can I post early/late?

Participate as much or little as you like, and post whenever! Just be sure to tag your posts properly (ex. #no.11, #psych101). Combining prompts into one piece of work is okay, and posting late is as well so as long as it’s in October.

Q. What if I don’t understand a theme?

Send us an ask! We’re happy to help clarify. That said, the themes are entirely up for interpretation :)

Q. Can I combine Whumptober with other creation challenges?

Absolutely! That’s like shooting two whumpees with one bullet :)

Q. Can I upload/repost my whumptober content to other social media platforms?

Of course! We’ve created an AO3 Collection to archive any fics posted there. The archive can be accessed here. The blog is the official archive, so please respect the boundaries of any closeted whumpers in your social circle :)

Q. Can I use prompts to write a new chapter for an existing fic?

Yes

Q. An existing fic I am currently writing contains many of the Whumptober prompts, can I use it?

If you are actively writing this fic at the moment with the whumptober prompts in mind, yes. If it just conveniently checks the boxes, then please don’t. You can, however, add new chapters answering one or more of the prompts.

Q. What kind of characters can I write for?

Fandom characters, OC characters, human, furry, alien, cyborg, whoever you like.

Q. Can I use a prompt multiple times?

Yes,  but it only counts once

Q. If I’m not comfortable with one day's prompts can I use a prompt of a different day as a substitute and still be a completionist?

Yes, but please do not use a specific prompt twice. We have also created an alternate prompts list that you can draw from [here].

Q. Where can I post my work?

Post where and how you want. You don’t even have to (cross)post it to Tumblr. Just keep in mind if it’s not on Tumblr we will not be able to add it to the blog archive.

Q. Can I start posting early?

You can, but this is an October event and wouldn’t it be more fun with everyone doing it at the same time? That being said, you can post early, but we won’t be reblogging any work predating October 1st.

Q. Do I have to finish a fic I started/can I post WIP’s.?

Yes you can post WIPs. And you’re not obligated to finish it in October for it to count towards being a completionist.  

Q. Is co-writing allowed?

Yes, absolutely, and it would count towards being a completionist for both/all of you :)

Q. Do I have to create 31 standalone pieces to be considered a completionist or can I write one continuous story?

One continuous story is fine.  The challenge is to write something for 31 prompts. If that’s spread over 31 fics or just one, you are still considered a completionist. (The same goes for every other media you choose.)

Q. Is there a min/max limit on word count?

There is no limit

Q. Can I combine prompts? Is there a limit on how many?

No limit and combine as many as you’d like.

Q. Is a hc/angst focus ok?

Of course!

Q. What’s considered nsfw?

See this post

Q. What's whump?

See this post

Q. My interpretation of the prompt isn't whumpy at all, does that count?

No, sorry, but keep in mind that whump [see definition] is something very nuanced and different for everyone and emotional whump/angst is just as much part of it, as is physical whump and torture. So before you dismiss your idea, think about this.

Q. Can I start working on the prompts before October?

Absolutely! That’s why we posted the prompts a month in advance. We recognise how difficult it can be creating for 31 days in “real time”.

Q. How do I tag triggers?

tw at the end of the word, ex. emeto tw

Q. Do I have to use your tags?

Yes, if you want your work archived on the blog. If not, feel free to use whatever tags you want.  

Q. Does combining prompts count towards completion?

Yes

Q. Can we @ you?

Yes but we mostly rely on the whumptober2020 tag

Q. Is there anything we are absolutely not allowed to write?

There are no rules, just be sure to properly tag your trigger warnings. And keep in mind Tumblr’s policies if you are posting it here (or the policies of whatever site you use).

Q. Where can I go for brainstorming help?

Here on Discord

Q. My characters are minors, is that ok?

Yes, but as with everything else, tags are your best friend.

Q. Can I cross post on other blogs?

Yes, multiple platforms and blogs are perfectly acceptable. You can also post different works to different accounts under different names, without posting them everywhere at once.

Note: This is a creation challenge, please don’t repost your old work under our tags (unless it’s been changed or edited for the event).

#eventinfo2020 #whumptober2020 #whumptober #promptlist2020 #prompt list #FAQs #event info

[bunnysuit-femboy]

Forbidden

Pairing: Dilf!Armin x Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: Cheating, Use of the word sir, Fingering, Slightly manipulative Armin

Quick Summary: you’re a babysitter for the Arlert family and Mr. Arlert shows you just how much he appreciates your company

Notes: This was written for @1252291​‘s Forbidden Collaboration! Thank you so much for letting me join the collab, I had so much fun writing this!

You greeted the lovely couple at the door, opening it wide enough for them to slip in amongst their quiet conversation. Mrs. Arlert didn’t give you so much as a hello before she was stomping up the stairs and to her room. Mr. Arlert was nicer than his wife though; he actually offered you a hello as he entered the house and a bit of conversation before offering to drive you home.

He talked to you briefly about the things he normally asked you about; how college was going for you, how the kiddo was that night, what you both had for dinner, and if you were ready to go. It was the same conversation you had with him every Friday night when he brought you over to watch his kid as he and his wife went out for their weekly date night.

Mr. Arlert led you to his car which was parked closest to the door. He was just as gentlemanly as he had been in his youth; he opened the front door for you, led you to the passenger side of his car and even opened that door for you as well. He’s your dream man, through and through, it’s something you realized six months ago after taking the job as his babysitter. He was everything you’ve ever wanted in a man.

As you drove towards your campus, Armin hummed to the music playing from the radio. He didn’t talk much since he had asked all of his regular questions for you at the door of his house. He didn’t have much more to say. So, he sang instead for you, humming the lyrics of most of the songs coming from his car.

You sat silently in his passenger seat. You watched as the buildings passed and the moon followed you and Mr. Arlert through the streets of the small college town. He was driving you back to your dorm building, driving carefully as he passed by drunk students and familiar buildings with your classes inside.

“I actually went to school here as well,” Armin said he passed by the Humanities building on the right, “I was an English major and a Psychology minor, believe it or not.”

You tilted your head towards the man, “A Psychology minor, I can believe - but an English major - I don’t think it suits you.”

Armin smiled at you, “What would you assume my major would be?”

“Something in medicine, probably. You’re just so formal, like a doctor. I could even see you being a physical therapist.” You shrugged at the man. “But, I do know that you teach poetry, so I guess it makes sense that you didn’t major in medicine.”

“Smart,” Armin said as he turned back to the road, “You used your context clues.”

You giggled into your hand, turning back to the buildings passing through your window. Armin wasn’t expecting that noise to come from your mouth, you let out such a lovely little laugh that it genuinely surprised him. He could hardly pay attention to the road afterwards, just looking at you with a new light in his eyes. He didn’t care what he had to do, he was willing to do it in order to hear that giggle come from your mouth again.

You turned towards the campus to hide your grinning face from Mr. Arlert. He kept sneaking peeks at you even though your focus wasn’t on him, he was hoping to catch a glimpse of your beautiful features. He almost didn’t hear you as you spoke, all of his attention focused on your person rather than your words.

“Mr. Arlert,” You nearly whispered into the passenger side window, “I really admire how deeply you and Mrs. Arlert love each other-”

“Oh, don’t.” Armin smiled bittersweetly to his steering wheel. “It’s really not something you should admire.”

You now looked at Mr.Arlert with wide eyes, “What do you mean?”

“We just-” Armin sighed before continuing. “We aren’t as perfect as you think we are.”

“What are you talking about?” Your mouth set itself into a pout as you stared at the man you’ve looked up to for so long. Not only was he an amazing man, he was an amazing father, and an amazing husband. And, to think a part of that was false drove you to a deep sense of sadness, like the feeling of finally meeting your role model and only realizing they were just another asshole in the world.

Armin grinned pityingly at you, “We’re just human, dear.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at Mr. Arlert, confused with how somebody could crush your heart so casually with one sentence. You tried to hide your obvious disappointment with this new information, but it was so hard. Mr. Arlert was such an amazing man, he deserved a more real love - and he, above everything, deserved somebody who could give that to him.

Mr. Arlert drove dangerously slower than the speed limit and he even seemed to keep missing the road leading to your dorm building. It was as if he were successfully buying more time with you - pretending he didn’t know the familiar way back to your dorm, and even getting lost in the mostly abandoned parking lot once he finally found it.

You sighed before eventually turning to Mr. Arlert, “Why do you stay with her then? If you’re only pretending to be happy, then why don’t you leave your wife?”

You noticed a moment too late that maybe the question was a bit much. You were about to take the words back, quickly asking a more appropriate question. But, by the time your mind had thought of a second, better question, Mr. Arlert was already beginning to answer your last question.

Armin turned the car into an empty parking spot nowhere close to the front doors of the dorm building. He put his car into park before finally contemplating the question you asked him. He knew two answers, one answer that was true and the other answer being the one he knew you wanted to hear.

“I don’t know,” Armin answered, “I suppose it’s because-” Armin took a moment to think before continuing. “I guess it’s because I haven’t found the right person. I’m just stuck with my wife until I find somebody worth destroying that relationship for. It’s horrible, I know - I feel awful thinking this way, and thinking of these things.”

Armin ignored your face while he spoke, promptly avoiding the bright new look in your eyes. It was as if the world was coming together in the palm of your hands, like the puzzle pieces you’ve been collecting along the way were finally beginning to make a bigger picture. Mr. Arlert had said exactly what you wanted him to, even inviting you to fantasize about what his words could mean for you.

You said it yourself; Mr. Arlert was an amazing man and he deserved somebody who could give him real love. And, his wife wasn’t that person - he made that very clear, he was only with her because he had no other choice. And, you were sure Armin could find somebody out there in the world as a newly single silver fox. But, you also knew that he didn’t have to look so far for that real love, he could just look in his passenger seat for somebody who could love him unconditionally and indefinitely.

“It’s not,” You said as you gently laid a comforting hand on Mr.Arlert’s shoulder, “You deserve more than what she’s giving you, so nobody can blame you for wanting it.”

Wanting it was an understatement, Armin was practically frothing at the mouth from craving it. He couldn’t get through a single day without thinking about it - thinking about you. Thinking about how sweet your voice is towards him, even after hours of dealing with a child. Thinking about just how hard you giggle at his jokes, a soft laugh that echoes through his mind for hours afterwards. Thinking about just how slick and soft your thighs looked under the hem of your skirt, and how you seemed to play with his imagination when you bent over to pick up a toy in front of him. It was like you wanted him to stare, and like you wanted him to think about the feeling of your hips against his fingertips as he thrusts deeper and deeper into you from behind.

Armin turned slowly towards you, blue eyes sparkling thanks to the street light shining through his sunroof. His eyes watched your face carefully, afraid of missing a hint of discomfort. He wanted to lean into your touch - more than he’s wanted anything before in his life - but he would never allow himself to get closer to you if he knew you didn’t want him to.

“But,” Armin asked in a small tone, “Even if wanting something is okay, is having that same thing okay as well?”

You were suddenly hyper aware of Mr. Arlert’s eyes being glued to your lips. Your mouth was now dry, causing you to incessantly lick your lips, but nothing quite quenched the thirst your mouth craved. Being in this car alone with Mr. Arlert was turning your insides to mush, destroying your composure in front of his very eyes.

“Only if the other person wants it as well,” You said in a quiet voice only to be heard if Mr. Arlert were listening intently, “And I do.”

Armin’s eyes quickly glanced up to your own. His light blue eyes were shining with a new deepness of desire. He never felt this way with his wife - well, maybe once upon a time many, many years ago, but now - he only ever felt this way with you. He felt it from the moment he met you, from the moment you walked through his front door and into his house six months ago. It was like the dying flames of passion were suddenly reignited in his body.

And, he was so grateful that you could reverse what his wife had destroyed. He felt so thankful in fact that he wanted to prove to you how much he appreciates you. For babysitting his daughter, for making intellectual conversation, for wearing that skimpy little skirt you seemed to always be wearing around him - he wanted to show you just how much he appreciates everything you do, so he kissed you.

It was the only form of payment he could imagine, and he rather liked that it benefited himself as well as you. He liked that when he kissed you gently, you immediately pushed your mouth into his lips, only deepening the kiss. And, he liked that when he ran his hand gently through your hair, you moaned against his mouth, making him want to do the action over again and again. And - above everything else - Armin mostly liked that when he whispered how kissing you was wrong when he was married, you immediately answered with a plea for him to continue, swearing up and down that you wouldn’t tell a soul about what happened.

He liked how badly you wanted him, something his wife hasn’t shown him in many years.

Mr. Arlert’s rough hand was no longer in your hair, now instead on your smooth thigh. His calloused fingers moved under the hem of your small purple skirt, spreading your legs when he slid his finger down the crotch of your panties. The movement of his fingers had you moaning against his mouth as he continued to feel your throbbing cunt through the now wet fabric of your panties.

Your breath was hot against Armin’s mouth and it only encouraged him further. He could feel the ghost of a moan on your lips and he craved more. He wanted to hear you really moan for him, moan out in pleasure, moan out his name. He wanted to hear it all, every hiccup in your throat and every plea for him to go harder.

“Mr. Arlert,” You whispered breathlessly against his lips, “I want more, please.”

Armin chuckled to himself, “Mr. Arlert?” Armin leaned back from your face, taking in the sight of your delicate features illuminated by the streetlight above his car. Armin’s blue eyes carefully searched your face with just the ghost of a smile present across his lips. “You make me sound so old, just call me Armin.”

“But, Mr. Arlert-”

“Or,” Armin said with a soft grin, “You can call me sir.”

You raised your eyebrows, “Sir?”

Armin smiled, “Mhm, just like that.”

“Sir,” You mewled the word into his mouth, as Armin kissed you deeper. “Sir.” Between kisses, you whispered to Armin exactly what he wanted to hear. “Sir.” You wanted to please him, you craved to please him and to do so you had to do exactly what he asked of you. “Sir.” You would do anything he asked of you.

Armin practically whimpered into your mouth, “Say it again.”

Mr. Arlert’s hand is still under the hem of your skirt, his fingers brushing against your throbbing core. You could barely get an uninterrupted breath out, nevermind a full word. You were already overwhelmed by Mr. Arlert’s touch. Every graze of his fingertip against your body had you moaning desperately for more.

“Si-” Your word quickly turned into a moan out for Armin as his fingers plunged deeper into your panties. He was kissing you with each stroke of his fingers against your core, collecting the wetness that had settled there. Armin leaned back with a cocky smile against his lips, whispering a demand as he watched you struggle to speak.

“I wanna hear you say it again,” Armin said in a sweet tone contrary to the dirty things his fingers were doing, “Please, baby - if you say it again, I’ll do whatever you ask of me.”

Whatever you asked? Of course you knew he meant in a shorter time frame, but your mind couldn’t help but jump to everything you could ask him. You could ask him to divorce his wife. You could ask him to marry you instead and let you love him indefinitely. Or - you supposed, for now - you could ask him to fuck you dumb in the backseat of his car. But, someday you’ll ask him to dedicate his everything to you, hopefully someday soon if he fucked you well enough.

Armin fingers teased the sensitive skin under the fabric of your panties. He played you like a piano, tipping his finger in, out, and around. Each movement was agonizing and satisfying at the same time, you moaned out for him to do more but he only refused. He was serious about his request and he wouldn’t accept your plea if you didn’t call him sir first - even though he wanted it just as much as you.

He almost couldn’t take it, he wanted to be inside of you but you were taking your time with calling for him. He had to stop himself from talking you through the word, babying you into speaking the way he used to help his daughter. He just wanted to touch you, couldn’t you give him this?

“Say it or-” Armin’s hand started to pull back from between your legs- “I don’t do anything to you.” You quickly grabbed his wrist, keeping his fingers close to your skirt.

“Sir!” You practically shouted the word into his mouth. You just wanted him to touch you and it made your blood run cold to feel him pulling away. “Touch me, please just touch me, sir.”

“That’s my girl.”

Armin did as promised, he did as you asked after complying to his request. He touched you, his hand was back under your panties and dipping his thick fingers into your wetness. It was hard to focus on the praises he whispered between your lips, you were too engrossed by his fingers diving in and out of you under the thin fabric of your skirt.

Armin groaned into your mouth as your fingers dug into his bicep. You pulled his arm closer to your body, causing his hands to follow. You bucked your hips up into his hand as you pulled his fingers deeper and deeper inside of you, hoping he could reach all of the parts inside of you that had never been touched before.

Only Armin could satisfy you completely, not the idiots you’ve given yourself to before.

Mr. Arlert was more experienced than all of those other boys. He didn’t just push himself into you, completely unaware of your own pleasure. No, Armin took his time with you, he moved his fingers in and out of you to the same beat of the song playing quietly in the background.

And when his thick and rough fingers were already deep inside of you, he curled them. The movement brought out a whole different noise from you, more like a cry out for Armin. This noise was surprisingly better than the giggle he heard earlier, and he couldn’t get enough of it or you.

You could feel his fingers bringing you closer and closer to your climax. And he could feel it as well, feel the way your body sucked him into you in more ways than one; the way your entrance pulled his fingers in, the way your hips jutted sloppily into his arm, and the way your face scrunched up in pleasure.

It only took two more strokes of Armin’s hand before the internal band in your stomach was snapping and you were releasing all over Armin’s fingers and the crotch of your panties. You had never felt so empty once Mr. Arlert had taken his fingers from inside of you.

“Mr. Arlert,” You whispered to him once he had turned himself back to the steering wheel, readying himself to leave. You put your arms around him, touching his back and thigh before leaning close enough to say the words. “Do you want me to-?”

“No,” Armin said much too quickly for your liking, “How about we do that next time? If I stay out much longer, my wife will get suspicious.”

You nodded frantically, “Okay - okay, next time - next Friday?”

Armin nodded with a gentle smile, “Next Friday.”

He kissed you once before letting you leave. It was stupid to think that anything more could happen between you and Mr. Arlert - you knew that. But, you couldn’t help but feel giddy as you stepped out of the car and walked off towards your dorm building. You couldn’t wait for next Friday, and - more specifically - the night after babysitting when Mr. Arlert would drive you home.

#armin arlert #armin aot #armin x reader #snk armin #AoT #attack on titan #f/m #babysitter au #cheating #manipulative armin #secret affair #x reader #smut #modern au

[rumblelibrary]

Okay one last one for now, but I offer a mix of age gap and breeding kink with modern Laszlo 👀

Basic Needs (Modern! Laszlo Kreizler x Fem!Reader)

(You know how to keep me happy and horny, thank you for sending this amazing request <3)

Smutty Smut ahead!

Laszlo looked at you as you talked to him, your hands slightly moving as your eyes were drifting every now and then to remember details.

This was supposed to be serious, you were an active collaborator of the institute. Even worse, a volunteer, somebody there for free just to help with the kids. You were young. Too young, amazingly, intoxicatingly young and even too good with the kids.

You were talking about some boy with an aggressive behaviour toward other kids, you were being serious and passionate, yet he was only thinking about what you mean for him.

“I don’t know how to help about him”

You admitted it a bit defeated as you looked down, you come often to talk, to unleash, sometimes hurting too much of yourself in the process.

“You do love kids don’t you?" He couldn’t help by ask.

You looked up and smiled widely

“Yes, I mean, I am applying to study child welfare, I just love to see them grow and express themselves and their little quirks”

He smiled as his eyes fell on your hips, imagining them shift to welcome a baby bump “And what about your own? Are you afraid? Many women are afraid of pregnancies and delivery”

You were surprised but shrugged “no, I mean, a little but it is supposed to be natural, no?”

He smirked “Completely natural”

You looked down as he saw some bitterness in you, some shadow over you.

“What is on your mind?”

“I don’t have the money to pay your fee doctor” you joked and he smirked 

“I will think of some payment, now tell me”

His answer was so well balanced and you giggled softly leaning your head on side as your toyed with a little hole on your jeans, he couldn’t help but notice you looked ravishing in the white shirt with the logo of the institute on it.

“I broke up with my boyfriend” you said it, it was quite dry the way it came out, but only because you couldn’t help it anymore, you probably cried too much about it already, you rolled over the thought over and over.

“I am sorry” he said even though he wasn’t sorry at all “there’s a reason?”

He looked at you as you frowned visibly and let out a sad chuckle while you tried to hide the pain “He said he is not ready for a serous relationship, that he is not ready and he wants to…to enjoy life and not settle down yet”

“He wasn’t for you then, you deserve somebody that would appreciate your gifts”

His answer was easy, like it was clear as sunlight, but you chuckled as it seemed a bit of a common thing to say “And what are my gifts then?”

Laszlo smiled without wincing at that incredulity from you “You’re what somebody would call a serious girl, a safe one, somebody faithful, family oriented, made for a long term relationship, responsibility, commitment. All qualities that I find remarkable, if not attractive”

You blushed as he said so and smiled a bit

“Am I?”

He nodded “Very remarkable”

He pushed his chair back and waited, he stared at you from behind his desk waiting, a soft smile playing over him.

Was he implying that?

You licked your lips slowly standing up, it wan’t a gesture meant to seduce, only due by tension. You always liked him, you couldn’t speak in front of him before because of the amount of emotion it caused you, how his darling attitude with kids moved something inside you that you couldn’t explain.

Innocent.

He just realised that little adjective escaped him when he enlisted those for you, but that was probably for the better.

He watched you moved around the desk standing in front of him, he left you there for a moment, he knew the effect he had on you, he saw you and he took pleasure from being your little fantasy. He got it form the little side looks and soft smirks, the eyeing up, the way you reacted to the smallest mention of sexual topics.

You stood there as his eyes seemed to scan your soul, he stood slowly up not breaking eye contact and he did what predators do best: he waited.

You didn’t last long, your hands not knowing how to behave slowly rested on his chest as you leaned on your toes for a kiss.

He kissed you and pulled back, you seemed disoriented as he lowered himself again kissing you one more time. His hand moved onto your clothing tugging onto the belt that secured your jeans on your waist, his fingers undoing it one handedly showing a skill he had to learn for himself but that felt incredibly hot for you.

“Look at you, you can’t wait”

He smirked as his lips moved onto your neck “You can touch me” he assured as you begun undoing his shirt.

It wasn’t your first time, you had clear in your mind how it worked, but something in him pulled something different inside you, another level of excitement.

Excitement that he didn’t miss when his hand slipped into your open jeans and panties earning a moan faster than he expected.

“You’re so ready for me”

He smirked as the notion pleased him, his fingers started tracing your little bud nicely and you could barely focus onto his shirt so you moved down to his pants. “You don’t have to”

He murmured it as you stopped not understanding and it was really hard to understand anything with his hand playing tricks on you like that.

“I want to please you, it is not a give and take” he assured as he knows how young boys act, like if they have to put the effort to touch you before fucking you then you should at least do the same in some way.

He kissed onto your lips slowly as you parted them finding his tongue, he was so apparently calm but completely overbearing, he could control you without even attempting for it.

“I-I..”

You couldn’t speak, his fingers massaging you so good until his thumb rested over your clit while his index and middle finger buried themselves in your soaked pussy, the jeans still tangled to your ankles making you hate them as you wiggled your hips , the pleasure frantically running behind you, catching up with you and Doctor Kreizler with no intention to let you go unpleased.

You jerked against his touch, you moaned messily as your legs trembled and you his your face against his shoulder, your backbone resting against the desk.

He gave you few moments, he let you go down your height as it washed over you like that, his lips slowly resting on top of your forehead.

“Help me now darling, you want to get naked for me?”

You nodded immediately as you pulled your clothes off, jeans finally off your figure, that tempting white shirt too.

You were soaked and still a bit dizzy, he waited for you expectedly, he stared with an adoring look.

“You want me, Liebing?”

You nodded at him”I do, I do”

He smirked as he finished your job of undoing his pants and setting free his hard on, you raised onto his desk as you parted your legs feeling his tip brush against your entrance teasingly.

“I don’t know about your ex, but this will hurt a little, I will fill you up so good”

In the mouth of anyone else this phrase would be laughable, but not coming from him. You believed him and you whined in pain as his large cock pushed inside you like that. The wetness of your previous orgasm helping but your sensitiveness making everything even better.

A soft curse left your lips, you shivered as he caressed your cheek kissing you again, he gave you a moment, he waited, never you felt like your pleasure and safeness came first like this.

“Now, le me show you”

You blinked at him as he started to thrust inside you, his left hand around your waist while the right one rested onto you thigh, his hips snapping deliciously inside you while his lips grazed onto your neck.

You grabbed onto his shoulders moaning, you were a proper moaning mess, he was feeling safe but also powerful.

You soon realised, among your pleasure, how you could never deny him anything, ever.

His left hand slowly leaving your waist pressing onto your lower abdomen, you whined as it was almost painful but bringing you a weird kind of pleasure.

“Look at you, so young, so flexible” he smirked as you just realised how your legs tangled around his waist brought by pleasure.

“I am going to fill you up, you’ll be so full of me” He murmured at you as a shiver came over you, the times you argued your boyfriend every time he was careless about cumming inside you or you had to do a night trip to a pharmacy.

“Will you knock me up?”

His smirk grew wider “I will my little liebing, I will make you round with my kids, you’ll a young mommy, so good, do not expect me to stop after one, I will give you many many more”

You couldn’t help it but think how this was such an amazing idea.

“Yes, please Laszlo”

“Call my name, what do you want?” “I want to have your children Laszlo”

He never stopped thrusting inside you, he hovered you, his presence overbearing as your pleasure was around the corner once more, your moans erratic as he begun to trust order in you.

You lost yourself into that orgasm once more, you shivered resting against him as another moan escaped you when he came in your body, he filled you up as he promised.

You looked at him blinking softly as your legs fell off his hips.

“You’re so beautiful”

You blushed as you shifted lightly

“Don’t move” he murmured and you blinked at him surprised “Let’s make sure it will work”

His hand on your clit once more, your hands holding tight the desk.

The night was still young.

#modern!laszlo kreizler #modern!laszlokreizler #modern laszlo kreizler #the alienist au #laszlo kreizler #doctor laszlo kreizler

[samnyangie]

Perhaps everyone already know it but me(or even I might had seen it before;;), but I’ve found a rsl interview on the dead poets society (https://rsl-daily.livejournal.com/140836.html), he talked about the behind the scenes in great detail and I thought it’d be an interesting read to those who are just fan of the film.

To those who haven’t read this before… enjoy!

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unknown: from script to screen

The Collaborative Art of Filmmaking

by Linda Seger and Edward Jay Whetmore

From Script to Screen

unknown

Robert Sean Leonard on Dead Poets' Society

All seven of us boys arrived a week before shooting. We were told that the week was reserved for haircuts and learning how to play soccer. It turned out to, be a week of getting to know each other. The first morning we went through the script as it was, and the following mornings were basically improvisations.

Once Peter Weir directed us to get up one by one and give a speech in character. He would do silly things, like he would pretend he was a teacher putting together a Christmas pageant and we were all supposed to be in it. Some of us formed a human sleigh and the rest of us had to be reindeer. Maybe it was silly but it got us in touch with our characters and the feeling of the script. And it also helped us get to know each other.

The Cave Scene

Right away Peter told us that the poetry scene, the first scene of the boys in the cave, would be the hardest scene to pull off in this movie. The audience has to believe that there are seven young guys in this cave that are having a good time reading poetry. They don't want to leave. And Peter said if we could make that scene work, the movie would work.

In the original script, that first cave scene had problems. It was just us reading poetry. One of us had a line like "Isn't this fun?" or "How great." Finally Peter said to us, "I just don't believe it. I don't believe that these guys would sit in a cave at midnight and just read poetry."

And then he said something I'll always remember because it was wonderful. He said, "I don't know what happened that night in the cave, but you all do. That's why I hired you. I met you and I knew from talking to you that you were all there. You know what went on that night and I need you to tell me." So we all went home like fiends and wrote seven different scenes on our own, and we worked together, and improvised a lot of ideas.

Late at night somebody would knock on my door and say, "I have an idea about this," and then we'd discuss it. Then he'd disappear and we'd keep writing. It was incredibly collaborative and fun. We came up with things like the food and the ghost stories and the Playboy magazine. We thought of how we would sulk around at school and rag on our teachers.These were things that we honestly thought would occur. We'd bring them to Peter and he'd say, "You're right, do it."

Up on the Roof

There was always a kind of freedom. He would take in all of our ideas, keep some, throw some out, and then have Tom rewrite scenes. Like in the final version there's the scene where Ethan [Hawke] and I throw the desk set off the roof. Ethan and I had done the original version of that scene together for Peter when we had auditioned. Ethan says, "It's my birthday." I ask him what he got-was it the same thing his parents got him last year? And he says yes.

In the original version he goes on about his family and says, "I used to think that all parents just automatically loved their children and now I know it's not true. Because my parents certainly don't love me, or at least not as much as they love my brother." And then he walks away and I sort of look after him with concern.

We shot the scene at three in the morning and Peter said, "I don't think this is right. I think we already know all this. We're overstating it. The audience knows this by now. It's in the performance, it doesn't need to be said. I'd rather this scene be more about friendship than about a confession or exposition on the boys' problems. I want it to be more active, I want something to happen."

So he put it in our hands, and we went off and decided to destroy the desk set. Peter said it was a good idea but he wanted us to throw it off the roof because we only had three desk sets to work with. So the three of us wrote the scene on the spot. Half of it was improvised in front of the camera. It was great.

Another scene that got changed was where I perform in the play. Originally my character's father walks onstage in the middle of the performance and drags me off in front of all the other actors and the audience. Peter wanted me to complete the performance, to see the people cheering. And that's what we did.

The Big Sleep

My character's suicide was obviously a major scene in the film, and it kind of hung over everything. At the beginning of filming Peter explained, "I want you to put that scene out of your mind, I don't want you playing it like this boy is doomed. I want you to pretend that he goes on to become a doctor or lawyer, there's nothing wrong." He didn't want to give the audience any clues. He wanted it to be one of those cases where everyone says, "My God, he would be the last person I would ever have thought would have done that!"

We shot it toward the end of production. Much of my preparation was subconscious. A lot of it involved the love I felt for all the boys, and for Peter and Robin. I just adored Kurt Smith who played my father. When you're surrounded by people that you're comfortable with and that support you, the difficult scenes become a lot easier.

I did read a lot about teen suicides and quotes from people who had attempted it. I found that a lot of teenage suicides happen because their world is smaller and it's much easier to feel trapped, especially somewhere like that school. They don't know the world beyond the school. Their parents and teachers are their whole universe.

Neil was like a child who had his candy taken away. His father takes acting away and tells him he's going to go tomilitary school, there's no choice in the matter. It's the end of everything he knows and loves.

When you're that young, you don't feel that there are any options. That's where the trapped feeling comes from. No future. And I don't think Neil thinks it out too much. For him it's a romantic, passionate decision.

Working with Robin Williams

There's a scene with Robin in the schoolroom where I lie to him and tell him that my father gave me permission to be in the play. He says, "Did you tell your father? What did he say?" and I say, "It will be fine." The scene was only about five lines and then I was to get up and leave.

But when the camera was on me, instead of letting me leave, Robin repeats the questions again, "Really, you really told him?" In my mind I'm thinking, why aren't we cutting? What's happening here? We're completely off the script and why aren't we cutting? Robin says it again, "Really, you told him what you told me?" And he looks in my eyes, and I'm terrified. I say, "Well, he wasn't happy," and then I mumble something, which I don't think makes any sense, like "He'll be in Chicago, so it won't really matter." I totally made that up as the camera was rolling. Robin just tortured me. He kept repeating all the questions, and I had to improvise different answers. I'm totally on the spot. And of course it comes across wonderfully that I'm lying.

Peter said, "Cut" and "Perfect," and that was the take that was used.

Robin made that scene work, and that was his strength. He's incredible on his feet. We were all very young and impressionable, and I would never have had the nerve to go completely off book with Robin Williams. But it was his place to do that, since he was the star. And he did. He treated us as equals. He was a joy to work with.

#robert sean leonard #rsl #dead poets society #dps #interview #film

[positivexcellence]

Why ‘One Tree Hill’ Stars Sophia Bush, Hilarie Burton and Joy Lenz Were Finally Ready to Reunite on Screen Again in ‘Good Sam’

In the medical drama, led by Bush as Dr. Sam Griffith, Amy Taylor (Lenz) is admitted to the hospital with signs of premature heart disease, with her sister, Gretchen (Burton), at her side. Sam is Amy’s doctor.

“If you get lucky, there’s a couple of people on every job who you love. I feel really lucky to really love everyone on this show,” Bush tells Variety of her “Good Sam” costars. “We have a really special connection, and it was really special for my oldest and dearest family to come and meet my new family. It was very sweet to see our new family and look at two of my best girlfriends and go, ‘Oh, is that our future? This is so special.'”

In June 2021, Bush, Burton and Lenz came together for their first post-“One Tree Hill” project, launching “Drama Queens,” a rewatch podcast in which they break down every single episode of the CW teen soap — and in turn, take the power back.

In the midst of their busy schedules, the women spoke to Variety about the experience on “Good Sam,” rewatching “One Tree Hill” so many years later and finding closure on a tough situation.

So, the last time fans all saw you guys in a scene together it was in a hospital on the Season 6 finale of “One Tree Hill.” Seems fitting that your first time back together on screen was on “Good Sam,” a medical drama.

Sophia Bush: No way!

Hilarie Burton: No way!

Joy Lenz: We’ve been having all kinds of cosmic connections, like so many things happening on the 23rd and 23 popping up all over the place and all these little like news from from the universe letting us know we’re on the right path.

What was the vibe like when you guys the three of you got on set together again? Did it feel like old times?

Bush: Totally. Hilarie always says that it feels like a tornado when the three of us are together. There was I think pent up excitement and decades of friendship energy that just came in with us in this cloud of excitement and happiness. And it was such a riot.

Burton: It’s also fun to come in as cheerleaders for Sophia’s show. We take a lot of pride in each other’s work, and for Joy and I to be able to come in and cheer for, one, a great show but two, our friend, that’s fun for us!

Did you notice any of your acting styles have changed?

Burton: I think we all like working with each other because we’re all super prepared. Not every actor you work with is super prepared, but because we were all trained together and groomed together to show up, know your words, hit your marks and work hard, it’s fun to re-team with your old playmates.

Bush: I think what is different for us, we all have very different ways of being on set. We are three actors and producers who always know all of our lines and everybody else’s just in case. What was a trip was to be playing these incredibly different characters. When we first went in for our first rehearsal, I was just staring at Joy. I was like, look at her covered in all those tattoos. And then I realized, I went, “Oh, sorry, it’s me. It’s me. I have a line!” I was just watching them embody these other women and I was having so much fun that I forgot I was in the scene.

Lenz: That was really fun — to be able to see each other in different roles, to be able to play together but in totally different roles than what we’ve done before.

Burton: Joy, you need those tattoos. I dug it.

Sophia, I know you’ve spoken a bit about returning to network TV and that it took the right project to do that for you to feel comfortable. Was this collaboration part of it? How early on were you having conversations about Hilarie and Joy coming on?

Bush: It didn’t overlap right away. “Good Sam” is something that I have had in the works for two years. It was a long time coming with the creative and the pandemic delays. And I would say, it’s been just about as long — like, two or two and a half years — we’ve been starting to send each other properties and think about what we want to produce together and what we want to do for young women. I think it was probably just me gabbing about the girls so often that led to my wonderful showrunner, Katie Wech, seeing an interview when the show premiered in January, where I said, “Oh, my God, if the ‘Drama Queens’ came on ‘Good Sam,’ I would die. It would be the best thing in the world.” She texted me and said, “Hey, you’re going to get the script for 108 and there’s these two sisters in it. Should we get Joy and Hilarie to come do it? Do you think they’d want to? We’ll just make an offer.” I was like, “Well, I think they’re gonna want to read the script first, but yeah!”

Burton: We didn’t need to read the script.

Lenz: We have a major vision for helpings young kids, especially young women in this industry, be able to work in a creative environment here the younger ones don’t feel like they’re just sort of feral and left to their own devices on a set. Have a guidance counselor, and let’s create an environment that’s warm and inviting. Give kids — which is what we were when we started our show — a safe place to land so they don’t just feel like they’re thrust into the world and trying to navigate all of these very big, adult situations and emotions.

Have you guys tried to do this before? One of you attempting to bring the other two into a project you’re working on?

Lenz: I think we were always scared to do it, because our time on “One Tree Hill” was so tempestuous; there were so many great times and so many hard times and we were scared to go back and revisit it. That’s why doing the podcast has opened up all these doors inside of ourselves to explore this new way of working together that’s been so healthy and healing.

Bush: We’ve had such a long track record of supporting each other’s projects, and certainly we’ve gotten a group of our old gang back together for things. But for the three of us, there’s been so much singularly focused pressure on “Would you reboot the show? Would you reboot the show?” We’ve always been like, “Leave us alone! Let us do other stuff together.” The schedules we’ve all been on — Hilarie went from our show right to “White Collar,” I went to Chicago, Joy’s making movies and albums. We’re not all available a lot. Even getting them here for three days to do an episode was it was a wild puzzle-making task for our teams and for the “Good Sam” team to figure it out. So I think what’s been so fun about it and what the podcast made us realize is, we can do whatever we want with Brooke, Peyton and Haley. We got to just have a toe dip on “Good Sam” and it was such a blast.

You guys really do sound like you’re having a blast on the podcast, even reflecting on the storylines you didn’t like or some of the tough times you had on set. Is it difficult at all to rewatch each episode, since some of those memories aren’t positive?

Burton: You know what’s awesome is being able to take off the filter. For so long, we felt like we had to protect other people and protect the fans’ connection with the show, and what we found is that by being honest, the fans actually connect to the show better, and they feel like they know more.

Bush: We were so scared to break hearts. This thing that people love so much, how could we taint it? And what we realized is it’s us inside of the show that they love. They love our characters, they love our experiences. They love the boys’ characters. It isn’t the architecture that was built by some people who weren’t good to us as young entertainers. It’s what we as young entertainers did inside of it. I think it’s made us closer to our fans than ever to be honest with them, and it’s also just been such a nice opportunity for us to clean house. We’ve been able to throw out the trash and hold on to all the good stuff. What a gift that is.

Lenz: I was really I was nervous to go back and watch because of all those reasons. And also, imagine if somebody followed you around with a camera when you were in high school and they made you go back and watch it. It’s horrifying! I was really so cringy about all the mistakes I’ve made as a person back in my in my younger years, in my 20s, and thinking that every time I saw myself on screen, I was just going to be reminded of all the dumb stuff I did when I was a kid. I thought I was going to be walking into this feeling so much shame and and instead, actually the honesty and the vulnerability of what we’ve been able to build together with this show, has been so healing to be able to watch back. I really love my younger self and be so grateful for the opportunities that she had and the way that she cared about the people around her and the way that she bounced back from her mistakes. I love my character for that, and I love younger me for that. I think we’ve all felt this major healing gift because of that.

Bush: None of us knew to expect that. We had no idea that we would somehow be able to absorb our younger selves in a way that felt restorative, and that gave us so much peace and so much happiness to do together. We had no idea that was on the horizon, and and it’s just the coolest experience we have together.

This fall, it will be five years since you guys all came forward and wrote a letter together in solidarity against Mark Schwahn. Hilarie, I know we spoke about this when you were writing your book, but I’m curious if you guys feel — especially now with the podcast — closure, despite never receiving an apology?

Burton: I mean, me personally, for a long time, I kept waiting for someone to reach out. In my mind, I was like, surely, someone’s going to say something to us. Surely, someone is going to apologize or want to have a conversation or anything and kept waiting for it. It’s crazy to think that you could be disappointed more, but you always can be. This process has been so healing that I don’t need it anymore. I don’t need the “I’m sorry.” I don’t need the contact. We’re so good. That silence has spoken for itself, and what we have is so much better than anything I could have expected that I feel very good about the position we’re in right now.

Lenz: I have nothing to add to that. I think that’s exactly right.

I have to ask more about the podcast. You have your Looped Live event today, but would you ever do it as a live event?

Burton: It’s like you reading our diary. What’s going on, Emily? The idea of the three of us being on the road together is something that we delight at. Anytime we’re together, it’s fun. It’s a slumber party, and we have a shorthand with one another. So, the idea of taking our podcast on the road is fun for us, when COVID’s not an issue, when our productions have firm schedules, that’s fine. I think it’s safe to say that’s probably going to happen. Sophia’s already talked about this wine suitcase we’re going to take with us.

Bush: This is where me marrying a wine guy comes in handy!

Sophia, do you want to have any of your other previous costars on “Good Sam”? Who’s next?

Bush: All the girls and I fangirl over Lee Norris. I’m like, “How are we going to get you guys back on the show? How are we going to get Lee Norris on the show?” Of course, all that I want is to be surrounded by my favorite humans.

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#good sam #drama queens podcast #sophia bush #bethany joy lenz #hilarie burton

[marshmallow-phd]

Healing Touch

Part of The Untamed - EXO Wolf Universe

Genre: Wolf!AU

Pairing: Yixing x Reader

Summary: Medical school abroad was the last line on your to-do list before starting the rest of your life. Everything was going according to plan. Everything, that is, until tragedy strikes your campus. In the wake of a professor’s untimely death, you’re partnered with the cute boy with a breathtaking smile in the newly combined labs. You find yourself unable to resist the dimples and shy glances, but his life is here with no plans of leaving. Will you continue on as planned or will you accept the hand that Fate had dealt you?

Part: 1 I 2 I 3 I 4 I 5 I 6 I 7 I 8 I 9 I 10 I Final

**

The smell had not changed in all the years that you used to call this place home. Pinecone potpourri mixed with traditional cooking spices and a hint of citrus from the constant dusting. Your aunt had always been a bit eccentric, a bit off beat. It had made being raised by her both adventurous and anxiety-inducing.

In the privacy of your home, her random dance parties and unfiltered way of speaking made you laugh. But when you were in public and she was pretending to be a mannequin in a window display, you ran away to the food court to hide behind a cup of boba. The explanation was always the same no matter what antics she was pulling: she wanted to break you out of your shell. It seemed like a lost cause. You were comfortable in your shell. It protected you and kept you warm.

“I don’t see how you expect to go trialing off to a place you’ve never been before,” your aunt had complained when you first told her about applying to the far away college.

“They’re two entirely different situations,” you had argued. “I can go to class and go back home without any issues.” These days there was your phone if you ever got lost or in need of food but didn’t want to leave the comfort of your apartment. Modern conveniences only enabled your shut-in ways.

“But what about, you know, friends?” She looked at you over her stylish, cat-eye glasses that she had no use for with her perfect vision.

“I have those,” you insisted. So, you might not have had a best friend, but you had people that you occasionally hung out with and collaborated on. Then there was Victoria and Amber from high school. You still spoke to them regularly, despite them going to different colleges out of the area. Your aunt didn’t realize that not everyone needed multiple circles of friends to bounce between.

Pushing her glasses back up her nose, your aunt pouted. “I just worry about you, that’s all. You still don’t like getting into cars, especially by yourself, and if you happen to be studying late….”

“I don’t mind taking the bus.” A bit of a stretch. You did mind but would still take it if the situation were dire enough. Walking was good exercise. And better for the environment. Someone had to look out for the little bunnies.

“Alright,” your aunt huffed as she sipped on her now lukewarm tea. “It is your life. I’m just a spectator of it.”

“At least you have premium seating,” you teased.

That had made your aunt laugh. She was back to her more carefree self.

“Is that my favorite niece?”

“No, it’s your least favorite nephew.”

Your aunt poked her head out of the hallway, the edge of her pink fuzzy robe telling you that she was getting ready to go out.

That was the exchange the two of you always had when you came to visit. The first time around, you had rolled your eyes and given the sarcastic answer for the cliché greeting. As your mother and aunt were the only siblings in their family and your father was the single offspring from his parents, there were no other nieces or nephews to put above or below you.

Without prompt, your aunt passed through the living room and onto the kitchen. When she came back, she had two wine glasses filled with bubble pink liquid. After handing you the lesser filled glass, she sat down on the couch while you opted for the loveseat, letting your purse drop to the hardwood floor by your feet. Your aunt leaned back on the arm rest with one elbow as she sipped on the wine. “It’s watermelon,” she informed you when you hadn’t taken a drink. “Try it.”

Shaking your head, you did as she asked. Oh, no. It was delicious. That was dangerous. You took another, larger swig before putting the glass down on the coffee table.

Growing up, you’d felt bad for your aunt. Sometimes you still did, though not as much after her many lectures as to why you shouldn’t.

She’d always been the carefree one. As a marketing consultant, she was constantly flying all over the globe, having adventures in between work meetings and bringing those experiences back to you in the form of expensive souvenirs. When your parents volunteered to go help a poorer nation with their health crisis, your aunt was quick to lend her babysitting services. It was only supposed to be temporary, after all. Then tragedy struck

Your parents never came back and suddenly your aunt was now your permanent guardian. The carefree spirit took it in stride. She shifted her strategy to more web-based conferences until you were in high school and able to be on your own for longer periods of time. She never turned into your mother; she never wanted to. For that, you were even more thankful. She was still the spontaneous, forever young aunt that you had always known. That stability in her personality was exactly what you needed. Too much had changed in your world on a dime, the less that was altered the better.

“What prompted this little visit?” she asked, a curious half smile on her lips.

You shrugged. “I hadn’t seen you in a while, so I thought I’d stop by and say hi. It looks like you’re getting ready to go out, though.”

Your aunt waved her hand limply. “Not for a few hours. Besides, anything can wait for you.”

Shifting in your seat, you smiled at the affection she had for you. “I finally heard from the university,” you told her.

Her eyebrows shot up. “You did? They finally decided to stop dangling the carrot and just give it to you, did they?”

“Not exactly,” you cringed. “They said they wanted to see how this semester went and then they would let me know.”

Your aunts face fell into a scowl as if something awful smelling had made its way into her nose. “What sense does that make?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. But at least it’s not an outright no.”

Clicking her tongue, your aunt leaned forward so she was now balancing her elbows on her knees. “You know, there are still other options. Closer options.”

“I know,” you said with a monotone voice. “But Plan A is my focus. I’ll look to other options if that falls through.”

That knowing look you were all too familiar with formed on her face. A long, reminiscing sigh blew out from her lungs. “You are so much like your mother. It’s scary sometimes.”

You never knew how to respond when she said things like that. Should you be happy at the comparison? Sad because your mother wasn’t here to tell you herself? You were a child when your parents passed away. You remembered vague moments, birthday parties and movie nights. But when you’re that young, you don’t get a good idea of your parents’ personalities. You don’t learn what they like or don’t like, how they act in crowds versus a small group of people. You have to rely on the memories of those left behind.

You stayed at your aunt’s house for another hour or so, talking to her about her latest clients and nights out with the girls. You told her how your days were going and how you were adjusting to the new routine with the combined class. The news of Yixing sat on the tip of your tongue, but you couldn’t bring yourself to mention him. Her reaction would have been too predictable.  She’d ask when the two of you were going to go out and when you explained that it wasn’t like that, she would ask why not. For that, you didn’t have an answer.

While you wanted to say that the two of you were just friends, it didn’t feel like the truth.

You saw more of Yixing than of anyone else, including Ran. He would walk you to class multiple times a day and the two of you would talk. Not about anything too deep. You weren’t at that level yet. He was funny and charming, never speaking a word that wasn’t kind. You learned that he lived in farmhouse in the woods with eight other people, all men. He swore it was never too crowded and that he actually enjoyed the company. He got lonely easily.

He also told you about how he took a few years off of college to figure out what he wanted to do. You’d asked him how he came to the path of becoming a doctor. He said he simply wanted to do something that would help people. He thought about opening a low-income clinic once he had his degree. Suddenly your heart was pumping under your sternum. When he asked why you went pre-med, you gave a shrug and said your parents and left it at that. These conversations were usually nice and lighthearted, you didn’t want to be the downer.

Yes, spending time with Yixing was nice, the highlight of your day, sometimes. But he also felt like a secret. One that you should keep to yourself for now. Good things didn’t always last. You wanted to see if this was a long-term investment for him before you invited anyone else in.

The next day, you needed some fresh air, so you decided to take a walk in the nature center on the edge of town. Although the woods would be a no-go area since they still hadn’t caught the animal terrorizing the area, the center would be full of people and should be quite safe. It couldn’t really be considered part of the woods given the infrastructure and the observation building, could it? Deciding to go anyway, you packed your bag with a few notes, snacks, and a water bottle. As your hand landed on the doorknob to leave, your eyes fell on the jacket lying on the back of the couch.

You hadn’t worn the comforting fabric since that day. The weather had been nice and putting it on would have seemed a bit obnoxious in your eyes. But this morning the weatherman had mentioned a chilly breeze. It wouldn’t hurt.

Arms through their designated holes, you left the apartment and started the walk to the outskirts of town. It wasn’t too far of a walk, maybe thirty, forty minutes at the most. You thanked yourself for wearing the jacket. A “chilly breeze” was an understatement. A few families and couples were dotted among the trails of the nature center that wound near and over the small creek. You passed by them all until you came to a spot that was deserted. Resting your legs, you sat on a bench with your back to the trees. The sun was shining up above. The only noise seemed to come from the rustling leaves and trickling creek. It was peaceful, just what you needed.

With your bag beside you, you took out a piece of paper with yesterday’s notes and started to review them. Some of the words were smudged and the edges were already crinkling, but you could make most of it out. The paper flopped in the wind. You thought you had a good enough grip on it, but a gust of air proved you wrong.

The paper went flying over your head and straight for the trees. Panic made you jump up, slinging your bag over your shoulder as you ran after it. The wind – now relentless – was enough to keep the paper continuously out of your reach.

It finally came to a stop when it caught on a tree root sticking out in the ground. You snatched the paper up and stuffed it into the bag to keep it from running away again. Straightening up again, your eyes settled on the horizon.

Then you screamed.

**

Yixing’s eyes snapped open.

He was no longer a wolf. He was human again. Sitting up, he brushed off the leaves from his arms. What time was it? Was it even the same day? He’d blacked out again. At this point, it was almost routine. His only consolation prize being the fact that he was alone. He still needed to figure out what was happening to him. He wasn’t ready to take this to his brothers. There was enough to worry about at the moment.

Getting on his feet, Yixing headed in the direction of where his things were stored. In order to avoid the others wanting to run with him, he’d entered the forest from a different area, storing his things in a bush to get back to later. He flicked his jeans to get the dirt off before pulling them on and then stuffing his feet in his shoes.

A piercing cry for cut through the air.

The hair on the back of Yixing’s neck stood up.

“Help! Somebody help!”

It was your voice.

He gasped. Then he took off. If anything happened to you-

Yixing skidded to a stop when he saw you kneeling in the grass. A body was laying in front of you, the clothes ripped and stained dark. It was lying face down, but Yixing could tell that it was a man and that he’d been attacked.

“(Y/n), what happened?”

You stared at him with wide, confused eyes. “Yixing? What are you doing here?”

He ignored your question, more worried about your own wellbeing. “What happened?” he repeated.

You shook your head as you dropped your eyes to the man lying on the ground. “I don’t know. I just found him like this. He’s still breathing but I’m not strong enough to move him.”

Yixing analyzed the situation. His car was only on the other side of the trees. The man was still alive. From Yixing’s point of view, he could make it, but they needed to act fast. Slipping his arms under the man while careful not to move him too much, he picked the man up and motioned with his head for you to follow.

He said nothing and you asked no questions as the tree line broke. Yixing scanned the parking lot of the nature center until he found his car. He rushed to the vehicle with a few glances over his shoulder to make sure you were keeping up with him.

“(y/n)?”

“Yeah?” You were huffing. Had he been running? He’d tried to go at a pace that you could keep up with.

“In my front right pocket are my keys. Can you fish them out and unlock the doors?”

You nodded. Yixing could feel your fingers trembling as they slipped into the denim opening. The shaking was even more obvious once the keys were free, the house and car keys clinking together as you searched for the fob to unlock the doors. Without prompt, you opened the back door to allow Yixing to slip the man into the bench seat. He told you to get in the front. You tossed him the keys and the two of you rushed to the hospital.

A pair of doctors rushed out of the automatic doors as soon as the car pulled into the emergency entrance.

“We found him in the woods,” Yixing explained. The doctors quickly examined the man as two more nurses came out with a stretcher.

“I think that animal attacked him,” you added.

Yixing’s eyes flickered over to you with worry. The doctors nodded in acknowledgement then helped the nurses move the man to the stretcher. The two of you followed closely but were forced to stay behind in the waiting room. Yixing sat next to you in the uncomfortable plastic chairs that were connected to the wall.

“You never answered the question.”

Yixing frowned. “What question?”

You turned to look at him with your eyebrows furrowed, making him want to reach out and smooth the creases they created. “What you were doing out in the woods.”

Yixing stiffened. He pressed his foot into the tile floor to keep it from bouncing. “I was… hiking.”

“Without a shirt?”

He looked down. Crap. He hadn’t even realized that he wasn’t finished getting dressed before he took off. “I get warm easily.”

Your eyes narrowed suspiciously. Yixing fought to keep his face neutral. It was a pathetic excuse, he knew it. But you didn’t call him out on it. Instead, you leaned forward, unzipping the polyester bomber that was easily recognizable as his own, taking it off, and holding it out to him.

“I’m fine,” Yixing said, ignoring the jacket.

“You really should put it on. I heard the front desk call the cops. They’ll be here soon, and it’ll look suspicious. What would you tell them the reason was for you not having a shirt?”

A cheeky answer came to mind. Yixing bit down to hold it back, even if it would have caused your face to heat up in an adorable fashion. The instinct of making sure his mate was okay was almost too great to ignore. You were the one who needed to stay warm, stay protected. But you had a valid point. And you were inside, out of the wind. So, he accepted the jacket and ran the zipper almost up to his neck to hide the lack of shirt underneath.

The police arrived about twenty minutes later. They separated you, making him anxious. Over the next hour or so, Yixing gave his side of the story to the officer. They took him at his word that he was strolling through the woods. The doctors had already informed the officers that the wounds were clearly animal made. While severe, they weren’t life threatening. That gave Yixing a small amount of relief.

“Would you two like to see him?” one of the nurses asked another hour later. You nodded eagerly. Yixing stayed a bit behind as the nurse led you through the halls to a large room that held several beds separated by plastic curtains.

The man was awake. Black stitches covered his arms. Three claw marks ran down the left cheek. From what Yixing knew of the other victims, this guy was lucky. He was talking to a nurse when he looked to see who his visitors were. As soon as his eyes landed on Yixing, the heart monitor spiked and his breathing quickened.

“Hey, it’s okay, these are the people who found you,” the nurse said to try and calm him down.

“Oh.” The man’s heart rate started to slow again. Each breath was deeper until they were back to normal. “I’m sorry.”

“How are you feeling?” you asked, taking a step forward. Yixing fought the urge to put himself between you and the man you’d rescued. He was probably harmless, but he had also been through a traumatic situation.

The man nodded. “I’m… alive, at least. Thank you.”

You gave a small smile. “I’m glad I came along when I did. Did you,” you bit your bottom lip nervously, “happen to see what attacked you?”

Yixing held his breath.

“It was a large gray wolf,” the man answered. “Huge. Like a mutated one you would see in the movies. He came from nowhere, knocked me down. I thought I was going to end up like the others as he clawed at me. Then he was gone.”

Yixing’s fist tightened at his side, his throat constricting. He forced down a swallow. He couldn’t panic. Not here.

You frowned. “I wonder what scared him off.”

“Maybe you did?” Yixing said with a slight tease. It was more to keep his own mental state calm than for the benefit of everyone else.

“I’m not that frightening.”

“Whatever it was,” the man shook his head, “I’m thankful.”

“He should really rest now,” the nurse said sternly. Yixing nodded in agreement and, after the goodbyes were given, led you away.

Once outside of the hospital, Yixing stopped you. “I can take you home.”

“That’s okay,” you countered, “I can walk.”

He didn’t like that one bit. Besides, he really needed you by his side right now. “Where do you live?”

“In an apartment near campus.”

No way. “That’s nearly halfway across the city. I can take you. It’s not a big deal.”

You shifted form foot to foot, refusing to meet his eye. “I don’t… really like cars.”

“You made it here alright.”

“That’s because I was too worried about him to think about it. The adrenaline blocked everything out.”

“I’m a safe driver, I promise.”

“I believe you. I just-” You blew air out between your lips, which ended in a growl. It was actually kind of cute. Yixing pushed back a grin. It wasn’t appropriate right now. “My parents were killed in a car crash, so they kind of freak me out.” You sucked in your lips as if you hadn’t meant to reveal that vital information.

Oh. That explained… a lot actually. At least, in terms of what you had been holding back from him. He never wanted to push, but he felt better knowing more about you.

“I understand,” he said sympathetically. “Can I walk you home then? I can come back for my car later.”

You shook your head. “That’s ridiculous.”

“Maybe so. But I need to make sure that you get home safe.”

You weighed his alternative for a minute or so. Yixing kept his patience. He refused to push you farther than you were willing to go. He just needed to see you walk safely into your building and then he would be okay until he saw you again.

“Okay,” you sighed. “You can drive me home.” He could have leapt with joy.

Yixing waited for you to get in the car before sliding behind the wheel himself. The death grip you had on the side handle didn’t escape his notice. He made sure to slow down easily and to take each turn with care. The only words you spoke were to give him directions. It wasn’t until the car was in park outside of your building did you finally relax.

“Thank you,” you told him in a strained voice.

“Any time.”

“I’m sorry if I was a little dramatic. I—” the growl of your empty stomach interrupted your speech. You groaned from embarrassment. Yixing couldn’t help his laugh.

Knock, knock, knock.

Leaning over and looking through the passenger window of his car was a strange girl Yixing had never seen before. He rolled down the window barely enough to be able hear what she was saying.

“How the hell did you get (y/n) into a car?” the girl gasped. You visibly cringed in the seat, sinking down a few inches.

Yixing blinked, unsure of how to respond. “Um, I—”

“Yixing, this is my roommate, Ran,” you interrupted, saving him. “Ran, this is Yixing. We have class together.”

“Oh!” The inclination behind her exclamation was more than obvious. And Yixing didn’t object to it. “I just ordered pizza and I know (y/n) usually gets hungry around this time. Do you want to join us?”

You flashed your roommate a panicked look, but Yixing couldn’t resist the opportunity. “That sounds great.” He caught you flinching, so he added, “As long as (y/n)’s okay with it.”

“Yeah,” you relented. “It’s the least I could do. For the ride.” You flashed an annoyed glare at Ran before getting out of the vehicle.

Yixing shouldn’t be this elated as he nearly sprung from the driver’s seat. He walked around the car slowly and let you and Ran lead the way, in case you changed your mind. You didn’t, thankfully, and Yixing walked up to your door with anticipation so great that he almost was able to forget what the man had said back at the hospital.

Almost.

#exo #exo wolf au #exo wolf!au #yixing x reader #zhang yixing #lay #lay x reader #exo x fem!reader #exo werewolf au #exo werewolf!au #exo fanfic #exo fanfiction #exo supernatural au #exo series #exo college au #exo college!au #The Untamed Universe #Healing Touch

[alwaysmychoices]

Landry Olsen Finding Out About Ethan and f!MC (Charlie) - Headcanon

for a long time, I’ve been meaning to make a fic about Landry finding out about Ethan and MC, and after reading @utterlyinevitable​‘s amazing HC, I was encouraged and inspired to finally write my HC out. Her characterization was incredible - truly wanted to punch Landry. 

Also, for me, MC is Charlie. I kept writing Charlie by accident, so MC is just Charlie now. 

It had been 10 years since Landry Olsen moved to Boston – and 7 years since he left.

Landry Olsen finished his residency at Mass Kenmore successfully but quietly. He did well but never distinguished himself. He was, at best, an upper middle candidate – good but never as good as the greats who walked the hall beside him.

Never as good as Charlie.

Charlie ended her residency at the helm of Edenbrook with a permanent position on the bolstered diagnostics team. Within a month of her completed residency, she had dozens of research offers, job opportunities, and even a handful of speaking invitations. She was the face of medicine.

It wasn’t fair, of course.

She was just lucky. She caught all the right breaks.

She didn’t work for it like Landry did.

At 29, Landry took a job in Chicago, determined to make a name for himself.

He worked hard. He did research. He stayed late, missing big events and dates. He neglected everything but his work. He was his job.

He wasn’t always the best. Sometimes, a star protégé would step in and outshine him, and he grit his teeth through every second. Usually, he tried to win favor by staying later that night or taking on bigger and better cases. Occasionally, he dipped back into old habits of sabotage, but he promised himself it would be the last time.

He earned his place. He earned this career. Hell, he deserved more!

It wasn’t his fault that he had missed all the biggest breaks.

Landry didn’t like being back in Boston – too many bad memories of disappointment and disgust.

He wanted to limit his time in Boston as much as possible. He was here for a conference, and as soon as it was over, he would be on a plane back to Chicago.

But he couldn’t help himself.

He had to see Edenbrook.

It looked… the same.

Even with a new sign and a new name, it was the same place.

A place of disappointment – of regret.

As Landry bought a cup of coffee from a nearby bodega, he imagined running into Charlie. He wondered what she looked like. He wondered if she still hated him.

Landry tried his hardest to stay away from the rumors about Charlie.

When he worked at Mass Kenmore, they were inescapable. She was magic back then. She cured a senator, survived a deadly bioweapon, and saved the hospital while she was at it. She even earned Ethan Ramsey’s friendship in the process.

Landry knew the rumors about them. According to all the best informants, they were always together, curing unknown diseases and steering medicine’s future. Occasionally, Landry heard hints of affection on Dr. Ramsey’s side. Once, he heard that she had been seen carpooling to work in the early hours of the morning.

As much as Landry wanted to know everything, he gagged when he heard about their partnership.

Landry should have been Ethan’s partner, not her.

And their friendship? Disgusting. Unethical, even. He never paid much mind to the rumors of romance. He knew Dr. Ramsey would never break so many rules. Nonetheless, Landry hated hearing about it.

But did any of that matter now?

It had been 7 years.

With a twinge of satisfaction, Landry liked to think that Charlie’s magic had worn off. A magical intern wasn’t a magical attending.

Maybe she ran out of luck.

As Landry walked the familiar path from Edenbrook to the nearest train station, he let himself daydream about Charlie struggling like he did. It made him feel more accomplished and self-assured.

It was during these musings that Landry Olsen saw Dr. Ramsey, his idol, for the first time in nearly a decade.

Ethan Ramsey sat outside at a nearby coffee shop, a medical journal in one hand and espresso in the other. He was older now, probably close to 50. His hair had greyed, and he wore a pair of glasses on his nose.

Landry lost his breath.

Even after Landry left Edenbrook, Ethan had been Landry’s hero. Landry read all of his research, even if he hated occasionally seeing Charlie’s name next to his under the title.

And Landry wanted to talk to him.

He wasn’t sure what exactly he wanted to say.

All he really knew was that he needed to clear his name. He needed to prove to Dr. Ramsey that, despite his transgressions during his intern year, he was a successful, competent doctor. He wasn’t just a dumb kid who jeopardized a whole hospital for his vengeance.

He imagined approaching Dr. Ramsey with a respectful yet cordial greeting. Maybe Ethan would remember him. Maybe Ethan would invite him to sit so they could discuss his career. Perhaps Landry could convince Ethan to join his latest research venture.

Maybe, after all this time, Landry could still make a good impression.

Maybe, one day, he could be Dr. Ramsey’s right-hand man.

Landry jammed the crosswalk button frantically, hoping to get to Ethan Ramsey as soon as possible.

Then, he saw her.

Charlie.

She looked the same, just a little older.

And with her, she carried two children. The first, a girl, was old enough to walk alongside her mother. She looked exactly like Charlie, same hair and same nose. The little girl giggled the entire time, making the small boy in the stroller laugh with glee.

Charlie had a… family.

Landry hesitated at the crosswalk and stared as the small family crossed his path.

He was so busy being astonished that Charlie had children that he missed all the clues.

Well, that was until the little girl broke free of Charlie’s grip and ran across the sidewalk a screaming, “Daddy!”

She ran to Ethan.

Ethan left his chair and kneeled on the sidewalk just in time to catch his daughter as she flew into his arms. Ethan exclaimed something about how happy he was to see his little Lori, and he spun the little girl around to make her laugh.

That’s… his daughter, Landry felt frozen.

Charlie followed her daughter, chastising her for running away from her in such a busy place. She approached Ethan with ease. She stood next to him like it was the most natural thing in the world.

And then…

And then, she kissed him.

Landry watched from across the street.

Ethan accepted the tender kiss happily before greeting the baby in the stroller, who cooed his approval.

When Ethan put Lori down, he wrapped his free arm around Charlie’s waist and pulled her close.

They were…

They’re together, Landry realized.

Now, he could see the glitter of their wedding bands and the comfort they shared in each other’s arms. Ethan whispered something to make Charlie laugh.

They settled into the café chairs and kept a close eye on their children.

Ethan held Charlie’s hand across the table.

They were happy.

Landry felt a rush of shock and horror.

How could they be romantically involved?

Was that why Charlie did so well? Had Dr. Ramsey really just favored her because he hoped to secure her affection? Had Charlie just gotten ahead because she was willing to pursue her boss? How many ethical lines had they crossed?

Had they exchanged favors in exchange for Charlie’s burgeoning success?

Landry fumed.

He had to work his ass off, and all this time, Charlie got the easy route because a respected diagnostician wanted to father her children.

Landry hated them. He hated the entire system that let them exist. He hated that they got to win and be happy.

Everything clicked together in the worst of ways.

He wanted to confront them. He wanted to tell them precisely what they did wrong and what it had cost him.

He imagined how they would react. They wouldn’t understand. They would think he was crazy and vindictive. Walking away, he would seem like he was wrong when he was really the injured party. Later that night, while Landry was alone in a hotel room, the couple would probably talk about him at dinner, sharing complaints and theories about his behavior.

They would be on each other’s side, and Landry would be alone.

In fact, Ethan would always be on Charlie’s side…

Landry paused, watching as the crowd around him peacefully crossed the road. He didn’t join them.

Because Dr. Ramsey picked a side.

No matter what Landry did, Dr. Ramsey would never be his friend. He would never honor Landry with accolades or collaboration.

To Dr. Ramsey, Landry was just the asshole who betrayed his wife nearly a decade ago. At best, he was a forgotten memory. At worst, he was a representation of disappointment and pain.

Landry might look at Dr. Ramsey as a hero, but Ethan looked at Landry like he was a rat.

The streetlights changed, and the crosswalk closed to Landry. Across the street, the innocent family ordered two coffees and a hot chocolate for their young daughter, who was now in her mother’s lap and scribbling in a coloring book.

They had no idea Landry Olsen watched them, and they had no idea when he looked away and left.

And wasn’t that better?

If Landry Olsen was always going to be the rat, he might as well be a rat out of sight.

He couldn’t stomach watching Ethan’s eyes widen with recognition and then harden with hatred. He couldn’t fathom being his idol’s enemy.

It’s what he deserved.

Deep down, beyond all his whining and entitlement, he knew that they were right about him.

He was just a mediocre doctor bullying someone else for being better than him. But he hid it well. Strangers never suspected him, and he was so skilled that he even fooled himself.

But he still knew… In those quiet moments when he reflected on his mistakes, he knew.

Landry Olsen was a rat – and a lonely, hated one, at that.

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More Than You Know (Spencer Reid Imagine)

Summary: After Reader goes through a life-threatening situation, the only person who can help her is the person that landed her in the situation in the first place - Spencer. 

Category: Angst  Couple: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid Content Warning: Cussing, mentions of violent attack, allusions to PTSD Word Count: 2.1K

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Hate is a very strong word. A word that was specifically reserved for your feelings towards Spencer Reid. 

You loathed that man, or should you say boy, with every fiber of your being. Ever since you joined the unit, he had it out for you. He’d brutally ignore you for long periods of time, refused to collaborate with you, and when he did acknowledge you - the attention wasn’t exactly rewarding. He’d correct you, talk over you when you tried to speak, or sometimes he’d just flat out insult you. You didn’t know what you did to provoke him or what made you so deserving of his harsh treatment, but you wouldn’t stand for it. You weren’t just going to be a doormat, so you thought: an eye for an eye. If he was going to disrespect you, you weren’t going to respect him. You had no problems playing nice, though. In fact, it was a game between the two of you. Whenever you’d have dinner at Rossi’s or there was a special occasion that the entire team attended, you two were the best of friends. It was an unspoken rule that you and Spencer were to be on your best behavior at formal functions. You’d smile at each other, compliment one another, even laugh together. It was all just an act, none of it was real, but it was fun to play. Your dynamic confused the team, but it made perfect sense to you. If Spencer treated you poorly, you would do the same. If he treated you nicely, you had no problems reciprocating a good attitude back. It was all dependent on him. His behavior dictated who he would deal with - the angel or the devil. 

Today you came into work, even though you really shouldn’t have. Just a few days prior, you’d managed to dislocate your knee after an unsub surprised you from behind. And who was to blame but the genius himself who suggested, ‘Let’s split up.’ Because you two separated, you were left to trek the forest all by your lonesome and clearly, it didn’t work in your favor. 

Even though you were badly wounded, you couldn’t let your paperwork build up, and you knew you’d get too distracted at home to focus on it, so you came to work late at night when you knew no one would be around to reprimand you or send you packing. You definitely should’ve been taking a break, but you were a workaholic at heart and not even a dislocated knee would change that. 

When you opened the glass doors, you were pleased to see that you were all alone. With your crutches to help you, you finally got to your desk. You flicked on your desk lamp and gathered the large stack of papers from your pull out cabinet. 

“You’re not supposed to be back yet.” A voice chimed from behind you. 

No fucking way. 

You were so pissed off at him that you didn’t even want to look at him. 

“So is this where you’ve been? In the office while the rest of the team visited me in the hospital?” It was a passive-aggressive comment referring to the fact that your ‘teammate’ who was responsible for your injury didn’t even have the decency to come to the hospital to see you. It wasn’t like you particularly wanted him there but that was the least he could’ve done.

He didn’t even answer because he was so much of a scaredy cat. 

“That’s what I thought.” You added, returning to your work. 

It was most likely a cruel joke conceived by Hotch that Spencer’s desk was right across from yours. Because just when you thought you could do your paperwork peacefully, there he was, taking his seat in front of you. The privacy dividers weren’t tall enough to shield you from his stupid face and his stupid stares. 

You’d dealt with his staring all of five minutes before finally speaking up. “Do you need something?” You sassily asked, looking right back at him as he simply stared and sipped at his coffee. 

He pouted his lips a little and shrugged. “Nope. I’m good.”

Oh, so it’s gonna be like that? 

“What are you even doing here?” Anger thickly coated your tone. 

“Just enjoying my coffee.” He devilishly grinned. The fact that he was acting so nonchalant pissed you off even more. 

You blew it off and averted your eyes from the soul-sucking devil doctor and got back to work. Apparently, it wasn’t enough to watch you while you worked, because he started sipping loudly from his mug. The slurping noise was ear-splitting. It was one of your biggest pet-peeves and somehow, Reid knew that. Loud chewers and drink slurpers had a special place in hell according to you. Reid did too, but you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of seeing you implode from his annoying behavior. So instead of reacting, you simply looked up from the papers, smiled, leaned over his desk, grabbed the cup from his hands, and took a long drawn out sip. You pressed your lips so hard onto the rim that it left a lipstick stain when you were done with it. You placed the cup right back onto his desk, making sure to turn the lipstick mark towards him. You sat back down with a smug look on your face. 

Take that, germaphobe. 

“Mmm, that was really good coffee. I needed that. Thanks a bunch, Sebastian.” Oh did you forget to mention? Rather than calling him Spencer, you’d deliberately say a different guy name that started with S just to piss him off. The first few times he actually corrected you, but after a while, he just gave up entirely. That was your first victory in the long line of battles between you and him. 

Reid glared at you with dark eyes. “That was real cute. But is that all you got?” 

“I mean, I could suggest splitting up while pursuing an unsub, so you’re all alone while being brutally attacked, but then again, I’m not that cruel.” You spat. You wanted him to feel your wrath. You hoped that he felt so guilty and torn up over his mistake that he couldn’t even sleep at night. You wanted him to know just how scary it was being in the dark, being beaten by someone much stronger than you, being completely alone. 

As the awful memory started to replay in your mind, you felt tears pricking at your eyes. You momentarily rose from your seat, planning on composing yourself in the restroom, but you still had more to say.

“What were you even thinking, Reid? Splitting up? I mean, you of all people know what can happen when people split up. Remember Tobias?” This touched a nerve, but he didn’t get angry. No, he actually looked sorry. 

“Do you know the first thing I did when he jumped me?” It was a rhetorical question so you continued to tell him. “I yelled for you. I yelled out your name three times. I needed you, Reid. I needed you, and you did nothing. Could you not hear me or were you just ignoring me like you always do?” Tears were spilling from your eyes at a million miles per second now. You wiped them away to hide your weakness and exasperatingly flung your arms. 

“I thought I was gonna die, dude! I actually felt like I was on the verge of death. And you were the first person I asked for. Not Hotch. Not Morgan. Or Rossi. Or JJ. Or Prentiss. You. You were the person I wanted to come and save me, but no. You couldn’t resist letting me struggle on my own  . . . I hope that haunts you at night. I hope you never forget what your negligence could’ve done. I hope you’re forever tormented by the thought of showing up to my funeral with the knowledge that you treated me like complete shit while I was alive. I hope you dwell on the image of my family crying over my dead body, while you stand there watching - knowing that you were the only person who could’ve prevented my death.” You were laying it on thick, but you didn’t even feel a single ounce of guilt. Why should you? He deserved to know that his actions had consequences. “How’s that for cruel, Reid?” 

You stood up completely using your crutches to hobble to the bathroom. You were finished with your sermon and it felt good to speak and not be interrupted by him. To release all the pent up anger you harbored. Reid was at a complete loss for words, just as he should’ve been. And just before you exited the glass doors, you turned around. 

“You know, what the worst part is? That even after all of that, I was still ready to console you and tell you that it wasn’t your fault after I came out of surgery. I was ready to forgive you at the hospital. But you didn’t even have the heart to be there . . . now I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to forgive you.”

You pushed the doors open and didn’t look back. Heading for the bathroom, you staggered as fast as your one foot and two crutches could carry you. When you finally got there, your upper body collapsed onto the sink and the crutches fell out from under your arms. The mirror exposed your appearance to yourself and it was horrifying how you barely recognized yourself. 

Your eyes were red and swollen from crying, with the right one still faintly black and blue from a fading bruise. Your face was covered in scratches that came from the twigs you squirmed in while trying to escape. There was a small band aid on the bridge of your nose where he punched you to silence you after you called Reid’s name for the third time. The sounds of your own muffled cries and labored breathing repeated in your mind over and over again. You could actually feel his hands around your neck suffocating you again. You were breathless from crying so hard. Your wails ricocheted off the bathroom walls. The only stability you had came from clutching the sink as your body rocked back and forth with each sob. Had you wept any louder, you wouldn’t have heard the bathroom door open. In the mirror, you could see Reid silently approaching. 

“Get out!” You screeched. He didn’t listen and instead came even closer with outstretched arms. 

“No! I hate you!” You backed away from him and right into a wall. You had nowhere to go with his frame completely blocking you from escaping. “I hate you!” You repeated, beating his chest with the side of your balled up fists. 

“I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!” You screamed. Each beat on his chest grew weaker and weaker as you succumbed to the pain. 

“I know. I know,” He softly answered. “Come here, Y/N.” Putting his arms around you. This time, you didn’t stop him. He held you in his arms, nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck. You couldn’t hug him back yet. Your hands stayed glued to your sides while your cries started subsiding. 

“I’m -” He choked up before he could even say the rest. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.” 

His shaky voice made you whimper. He was genuinely sorry, but it didn’t change things. 

“I hate you.” You muttered once more. This one didn’t sound as violent as the previous ones. You’d repeated it so many times it lost its meaning because it wasn’t true. It wasn’t a word specifically reserved for Reid anymore, because you didn’t hate him. Not at all. 

Reid heard the change of tone in your voice and squeezed you even harder. 

He didn’t hate you either. 

Slowly, you accepted his hug. At first, your palms were flat against his shoulder blades, but eventually, you let your arms wrap around his neck completely. 

“I don’t know if I can do this job anymore.” You honestly confessed. It was true. Ever since the attack, it started pervading your every breath. Not a second went by that you didn’t think about it. It was at the front of your mind at all times. 

“You’re so much stronger than you think - more than you know.” Spencer told you. You wanted to believe him. You wanted his words to help, but they couldn’t. It wasn’t enough. 

“When is it finally time to give up?” This was a question that had been on your mind a lot as of recently. At what point do you bow out? When is it time to call it quits? How do you know when you’ve had enough? How do you know how much more you can take before you break? Was there an answer to any of that? Apparently so. 

“Growing might feel like breaking at first, Y/N.”

Courage is not having the strength to go on; it is going on when you don’t have the strength.

- Theodore Roosevelt

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[strangeinternetwasteland]

Silver Touch- Gojo x Fem! Reader

A/N: This was a Soulmate AU I did for a @konoblog-simps server collab. I did collaborate with the beautiful and talented @titanialev for the picture.  This was fun to write and I hope you all enjoy.

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Word Count 2.5K

Another year down and it was a failure. Another year that ended terribly. During the Christmas season, you had heard your older family members ask when you would find your soul mate. Most of your family members that were of age had already found theirs. What was wrong with you? It drove you mad that you had a soulmate at all. Obviously, the words written on your palm gave that away.  Every time you looked at them you always wondered where and when it would happen. Not knowing when you’d see, or touch them made it a lot more unbearable. Yuji, you idiot. For the umpteenth time, you read it. That perfect writing, it drove you crazy. If you had only a countdown to when you’d meet, a place, or any clue honestly it would be helpful.

Soul mate marks were taken very seriously. The soul marks were always wherever your soulmate would first touch you. The mark also contained the first words your soulmate would speak to you and glowed silver. They appeared after birth, some immediately after, as in your case. Some people were born without them and they appeared after their soulmate was born, as was your father’s case. Most people found their soulmates by the time they were 18. You being in your early 20’s hadn’t yet. This embarrassed your mother greatly, and you’re sure your father would probably disown you if you lived at home for much longer.

Your friends, who most found their mates already, would gently push you to date, so you wouldn’t be awkward when it came time to actually meet your mate. While hoping that maybe one of these people would be your soulmates. They really did mean the best for you, but even you know that wouldn’t help. You did enjoy a few people here and there but knowing your soulmate was out there still you lost interest quickly.

With your terrible New Year’s Eve date you had behind you, most people were looking forward to Valentine’s Day.  It was common knowledge that more soulmates were found between the 12th and the 16th of February. You had no hope, you never really did. So when you started noticing more pink, purple, and red decorations and advertisements around town you internally gagged. It made your stomach hurt looking at all the goods sold to soulmates.

Today, though, you have a bit more energy than normal. You dressed for your errands for the day. Deciding on wearing a super thick gray sweater with jeans and a baby blue scarf to bundle against the cold winter, which quite honestly, besides black, was one of your favorite colors it had always been, but you never knew why. It didn’t make sense, but you never questioned it more than that, because when you thought about it more, you knew it was just something about it that you liked. It made you feel happy and peaceful.

After a quick look in the mirror, you grab your purse and walk out the door. All the different shades of purples, pinks, reds, and white assaulted you as you walked by the many stores. Today, you were stopping by the pharmacy to pick up some headache medicine. After walking in and audibly groaning at the terrible displays of cheap displays of love you decided you were going to treat yourself to  (your favorite hot beverage) to help combat the cold.

Just across the street was your favorite place to get (beverage of choice). The people were always very kind and friendly, and if you wanted to be honest, you liked that they knew you by name here. You didn’t always order the same thing every time, but since the events of the past few months left you embittered, you were going to go with your most favorite, and comforting drink. The familiar scent of coffee and tea filled your nose as you inhaled deeply feeling calmer than you were outside. Standing in line for a moment, the sweet blonde barista, Lorelie, greeted you.

“Hello Y/N! How are you doing today? What can I get started for you?” She chirped happily, and that familiar greeting, whether it was her or anyone else working always left you feeling like you belonged here.

“I am doing well, Lorelie, I hope you’ve been doing alright. Can I please get a large (name of a favorite hot beverage)?” You smiled back trying to sound as happy as Lorelie did. You couldn’t help but feel like her warmth was infectious.

“Sure thing! I’ll bring it to you when it’s ready.” Lorelie said automatically. A small gesture that you always appreciated. You looked around the little shop while many were covered with Soulmates ads and gifts, here there was very little mentioned. Frankly, you were happy this place was void of any such nonsense. After a few moments, Lorelie came walking up with your order and a treat. Of course, it was a brownie. She always seemed to give you little moments of happiness. You thank her and start leaving the little shop.

As you walk out, a handsome man with white hair holds the door for you, with a smile.  It usually wouldn’t bother you but he had a mask over his eyes. How did he know where he was going? You were lost in your thoughts and not paying attention to another man who came running behind you. He seemed to not notice you at all. When he crashed into you, he forced you to fall forward right into the man holding the door. You felt your ankle twist forcing your scarf to fall over your face and obstruct your eyesight. You felt your beverage and brownie escape your grasp. You tried to catch yourself but felt your hand hit something fleshy and you held on for life.

Everything had happened so fast. After you decided that sitting down would be better after hurting your ankle. You pulled your scarf just enough to see. You saw the man holding the door with a frightening glare on his face. You weren’t sure if it was at you or the mess of your beverage all over his shirt.

“Oh no!” You said with dread. Looking at this mess you had made and probably could’ve avoided if you were just paying attention, you knew the shirt this man was wearing was expensive and would take a month’s pay just to replace it. The man’s face changed after you spoke. He started taking off his mask to look at you. You felt your face grow warmer and you just wanted to leave. His bright eyes never leave your face.

“Yuuji. You idiot.” He kept looking down at you. Your breath caught in your throat. You froze for a moment. Your mind and heartbeat raced. You were desperately trying to remember where you’d seen those words before. You looked down at your palm and saw the words glow silver. You then looked  back at this man. The look on your face must’ve given everything away.  You looked up and saw the words on his hand glowing as well. When  he finally looked up at the man named Yuuji he stared at him intently .

“Where are your manners?” Your soulmate scolded Yuuji. You started trying to stand up to get out of this situation. You couldn’t wrap your mind around the fact that this extremely handsome man was your soulmate.

   “What? I didn’t see her.” Yuuji stated and he didn’t look the least bit concerned for you.

   “Here, let me help you up.” The white-haired man held his hand out to help you up. You nervously took it and pulled yourself up. His hand was warm and was the smile he was giving you.

   “My name is Gojo.” You stood as still as you could even though you felt dizzy. You felt yourself wobbling, the pain in your ankle increasing. Gojo noticed and swept you off your feet carrying you bridal style into the shop you were just leaving. He gently places you in a chair. The look of worry spreading over his face. He left you and went to ask Lorelie for some ice.

After a minute, Gojo returned and checked your ankle for any swelling, bruising, or a broken bone. His touch was soft and relaxing, he gingerly touched your ankle and noticed nothing unusual.

“It doesn’t look broken. I think perhaps you just sprained it.” He spoke softly. “I can bring you to the doctor or hospital if you’d like...Sorry I never did catch your name.”

“Oh, I am sorry, I never did say it. It’s Y/N.” You say sheepishly, noticing the color of your scarf and Gojo’s eyes are the same color. The whole world suddenly becomes a little bit brighter as you’ve come to accept that you’ve found your soulmate.

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   Looking back on the last year of your life you never would’ve expected it to go so smoothly. After meeting Gojo, and the terrible incident caused by Yuuji. You and Gojo spent the day talking and getting to know one another.

After three months, Gojo decided to ask you to move in, and you gladly accepted. The first few weeks were nerve-wracking, but you both seemed to make it work. The way Gojo always seemed to be silly and playful when you didn’t want to be or weren’t in the mood made you fall harder. He would bring you flowers, or little gifts when he came back from work trips, and he would just do anything for you because he missed you.

   After eight months together, he planned a small weekend getaway for the two of you since he had been working a lot. He made sure the entire trip was to your exact liking including drinks, and food. This was when you were sure you loved him, despite being soulmates. The first night there under the starry sky and a small bonfire, he proposed to you. The moment was perfect and you didn’t hesitate to let him know exactly how you felt. When you returned home, you planned your wedding. Gojo had a lot of rules for the wedding, but knowing him he probably only meant one or two of them since  he loved to make you flustered.

   The day of the wedding the sun shone brightly, the sky was the perfect shade of blue, and cloudless. The wind was light, and the temperature was perfect. The aroma of late spring flowers blooming softly mingled with the fresh air. In a few short hours, you were going to marry your soulmate.

   You took a deep breath to gather your thoughts. Your bridesmaids were giggling as they sipped on mimosas, and chatted. You were definitely nervous, and you knew you shouldn’t be. There was a knock at the door signaling the make up artist and hair stylists arrival. Everything was coming together.

The time came for your makeup and hair to be done. You decided on wearing your hair down but softly curled, placed upon your head was a silver vine tiara made with pearls and crystals. Your make up was soft and natural, except for your lipstick, which was a Ruby to match the roses. You stared at yourself for a moment and actually felt like a queen. Your bridesmaid’s were all wearing their makeup understated as well, but all of them had their hair done in a sophisticated bun with a french braid on the side. Each one had a hair pin to match your tiara.

The dress was one that you never imagined would look good on you. It was the first one you tried and just fell in love with. It was an A-line ball gown with a small train. The bodice was a corset with the sleeves that were off the shoulder. It had a lot of lace and the bodice. Though it was a bit heavy, you knew that Gojo would absolutely die in it. The dresses for the bridesmaids were all floor length chiffon dresses that also matched the roses you chose. Seeing yourself in your dress, and the bridesmaids in their dresses you knew that this dream was going to become reality.

A knock on the door jolted you out of your thoughts and frenzied the bridesmaids. As they hush each other, your maid of honor answers the door. She talks quietly to the person on the other side for a brief moment and closes the door.

“Everyone and everything is ready,” She said quietly. You nod to her as you place your veil over your face.” You hold your bouquet of red roses in your hand and inhale deeply. You couldn’t imagine your life at this moment. From meeting your soulmate to being married to him. It all seems to have flown by in the blur of life.

You walked to your holding place. Your bridesmaids all waiting along with the groomsmen and your father. The music began and you felt like you were floating on a cloud. You couldn’t believe the overwhelming urge to cry. The voice inside your head told you that you needn’t cry because the amount of time and makeup used to make you look ‘natural’ was surreal. You took one look at your father, who normally was stoic, and expressionless. Not right now, he had tears streaming down his cheeks, and snot running down to his chin. You smiled at him. Knowing how hard giving away his only daughter would be for you, you patted his arm where yours was linked with his.

The music changed to the song you chose to walk down the aisle to. You took one last deep breath and looked ahead. The door swung open to the outside. You noticed the beautiful archway of flowers draped in the deep red roses you chose for flowers. Something you didn’t plan, and you felt your stomach flutter knowing Gojo was behind it. The walk down the aisle looked like it was going to be forever, but in reality, it was very short.You heard the ooo’s and ah’s of the guests. The quiet whispers of how beautiful you and your dress looked.

You kept your eyes locked on your soulmate. You knew that everyone would be looking at you. As is traditional but you didn’t want to ever forget this moment where you swore you saw tears in your soon to be husband’s eyes. The rest of the ceremony went rather quickly. Gojo’s vows made all the women cry, and your vows to him were sweet. You’d invite everyone to a reception following the ceremony. While the guests were guided to drinks and appetizers before a meal, you, Gojo, and your wedding party were whisked away for photos. As the photographer took pictures, your smiles never faded, the memories would last an eternity, and you couldn’t wait to see what your future held.

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