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baekhvuns · 2 years

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What type of cat do you wanna be? I just wanna knead his back don't care about categories 😭

Yes I'm waiting for a vampire Hwa fic that will suit my taste, because the period sex ones 🙅🏼‍♀️🙅🏼‍♀️🙅🏼‍♀️🙅🏼‍♀️ OUT OF THE QUESTION. I vividly remember one but it was short about y/n sneaking out on the balcony to meet him? Actually I can't remember if he was a vampire, but I think so dudjejddhkshdhshw or maybe I made that fic up lmao. It's like werewolves and br**ding kink EVERY FUCKING TIME GIVE IT A REST. Though since I'm on my period now I wouldn't mind a vamp sucking the blood out of me, preferably all my blood so I will pass away

Man said "I didn't mean to play push and pull" are you sure BRO are you sure BABY BOY?! Also my other issue with the "show abs" is that some don't have abs? I'm happy when I see idols in crop tops, but without toned stomachs <3 I don't need them to starve to show their midriff

SPIDERMAN: EVERYONE'S HOME I FUCKING YELLED KWHRJSBDSHDJSHS yes mosquitoes are sneaky, blood suckers ugh, why can't vampires suck my blood instead. My friend said THERE WAS A SPIDER ABOVE OUR MAIN DOOR TOO???? A SMALL ONE BUT STILL

SM can't commit unfortunately, they have cool ideas but the execution 🥴 Some people say lore is too confusing and stops them from enjoying the songs and mvs??? I saw that complaint about Ateez so many times. Actually I think Xdinary Heroes have lore too, I'm anticipating their comeback FINALLY. Yeah some of Aespa lore is so corny and the way they put Kwangya and Naevis in the lyrics is so annoying, why can't you be more subtle hellooooo. I was talking about Enhypen and their vampires/werewolves story, but their recent comeback didn't reference them and I was so disappointed I also disliked the song, but that's another story

The song titles are pretty strong and straightforward I wanna know moreeeee, which one is the TT. Idk bestie many people like the squares?! If you don't have a lot of space then yeah they're better, but everything inside will be smaller ughhhh, idk if they did it randomly or because we're back to Halateez, regardless I'm not too happy. Also it says PHOTOBOOKLET not PHOTOBOOK what if it's not as thick as usual, I'm worried 😭 I live for the photobooks, why are we downgrading come oooooon. I saw the re-design it was better, but I saw Atinys who were like OMFG ATEEZ DESIGNS ARE ALWAYS SO GORGEOUS!!! To each their own, but have you seen other album covers uhmmm Ateez can't compare I'm sorry. And someone got ratioed for being unGraTeFuL omfg stfu, people are allowed to complain, stop riding KQ's dick so hard... I got 3 signed albums! I also joined 3 video call events so far, hopefully I win something <3 a photo teaser should drop soon the no time stamps thing pisses me off, but look like I'll be awake for today's concept photo, it better be good

THAT GIF DJSUDJSJSHSHSHS FORGOT HOW ANNOYING HE WAS BUT THAT'S BB HWA FOR SURE

Size kink is not here miss, Mingi and Yunho are taller than me, but not that tall, if I wear high heels we're pretty much the same height. They didn't play Fireworks :/// I missed Answer and SMN

Oh I didn't know Dean comes to Canada often also where is he? Maybe I missed something because I don't keep up with him. Yes most fans are pissed at Sunmi, but some have no problem with NFTs. A.C.E's US label wanted to invest in them, people ratioed that label's CEO and they cancelled it sufhjshdjshdhrj so fucking funny. Also this happened, I was like NOOOOO DON'T DO IT TO MY NUGU GIRLS. OMFG Kun did it? That's shitty :( Hybe is really into NFTs rn it's yikessss

Well if I can't get vampire Hwa I will be the vampire instead idc, his neck and arms look delectable...😋 omfg your friend met Mr Hutaaaaa 👀 some idols probably don't know the shit about AW, some are forced to work with him ehhh. I wanna see idols in more interesting clothes perhaps local designers, not the usual boring big names. Seriously when will Hwa have his own cover, Hyunjin and Felix and Chan, Minho too had solo or unit shoots, I'm waiting for Seonghwa 😭😭😭😭 and we all know man loves fashion and posing

The photos A KISS ON THE FOREHEAD BEFORE I SINK MY TEETH INTO HIS FLESH. Also Yunho trying to slice his neck?!??!

Please he's so cute with his MILF bag 😌 the likes tho, Shitstars are too delulu 💔 we're a lost cause. And one more - DV 💖

hi hello!!

What type of cat do you wanna be? I just wanna knead his back don't care about categories 😭

JFBWKDHSK ID WANNA BE THE CAT IN BUZZFEED WHEN THEY HAVE A CAT-INTERVIEW WITH THEM 😭😭😭 specifically the one that hwa holds <3 id perish,, kneading biscuits <3

YEAH !!!! i don’t think theres like a full on vampire fic in the ateez section,,,, i rmr reading one for exo it had like 40+ parts and is at 9.9 mil rn,,, so good, waiting for SOMEONE TO AT LEAST WRITE A TWILIGHT AU 😭😭 OH GOD I GENUINELY DESPISE THE PERIOD ONES EVERYTIME I SEE A VAMPIRE FIC AND I GO REWD IT AND IFS JUST OERIOD SEX THE WAY I RUN OUT 😭😭😭 HOW DOES ONE THINK OF THEM 😭😭😭 oh my god, as much as im ok with the aspect of alpha’s and stuff the breeding kink in the abo section is INTENSE 😭😭🤚🏼NO LITERALLY LIKE MAKE IT SOMETHING THAT’S MAYBE JUST REGULAR WHY U GOTTA BREED 🔫 BRMWDHWJGDWK ALL OF THE BLOOD 😭😭🤚🏼

“didn’t mean to play push and pull” AND HERE U ARE DOING THE EXACT AND LIKING IT 🤚🏼🔫 HES INTO ETL FOR SURE HE’S THE TYPE TO READ ARRANGE MARRIAGE AU’S AND ETLS AND RIVALS TO LOVERS 1000% omg right like i see fans go “omg don’t pressure them into showing abs u literally don’t deserve them” and then a month later when the abs are shown its like a whole diff scenario,,, YEAAH !!!! EXACTLY !!! tbh they don’t even need to have abs,,, like just have a stomach that’s all good with us <3 eat and have some chubby cheeks and id cry <3

LMFAOOOO BFWMBDWKJDKW IT WAS A GOOD JOKE I KEPT LAUGHING AT IT TOO FBFBFBF its like vampires are the ancestors to mosquitoes,, mf wont leave us alone 😭😭 HELLOOO?????? MOVE THE FUCK OUT OF UR PLACE WHAT THENFUCKFHWKDJJWL

EXACTLY THE EXECUTION GOT LAZY WITH THE NEW EXPERIMENTS THEYVE BEEN DOING 😭😭 bruh tbh the lore makes everything more interesting personally,,, NO IF THE LORE IS TOO CONFUSING JUST??? DONT?? PAY ATTENTION TO IT??? 😭😭 enjoy the music bro 😭😭 IM EXCITED FOR XDINARY HEROS THEY SEEM TO HAVE A COOL CONCEPT yEah THE “my nævis we love u” no bro 😭😭 u don’t 😭😭 ENHA HAS A WEREWOLF THEORY?????????????????????????????????????????? HELLO????????????????

RIGHT i so think the first one is the title,,,, with them teasers out i def think it’s that 😮‍💨😮‍💨 THE MAIN ISSUE WITH THE SMALL ONE IS THAT (i don’t mind them tbh) but everything jUST SO SMOLL 🤏🏼🤏🏼 and like the booklet be closing randomly if ur holding it and wHAT ABT THE PHOTOGRAPHY WE WANTED TO SEE IT BIG BUT 😭😭 GET THE FUCK OUT IT SAYS PHOTOBOOKLET??? GOD WHATD WHJFHWKDHWK OK I CHECKED ,,, IN THE SMN (and all the ones with squares) ERA THE PHOTOBOOK WAS ALSO CALLED PHOTOBOOKLET,,, no ur so right as much as the minimalism is good sometimes,,,, maybe it’s better for a nicer album and ditching the minimalistic side,, i don’t mind either but sometimes a new side is good to test too 😭😭 atz on their way to hire atinys WAIT RLY??? damn can’t have no opinions in atinyvile YOU GOT THEM??? BESTIE LESSGOOOOO MANIFESTING SEONGHWAS SIGNED ALBUMS FOR UUUU !!!!! AAAAA I HOPE U GET IN !!!!! omg did u get the digipack???? tbh that digipack sounds kinda promising but it’s only for americans and 🔫🔫🤚🏼🔫🤚🏼🤚🏼 me and my friends were up all might trying to see what hour they’d drop them and everytime they didn’t we’d call it a scam 😭😭😭

but,,, that ain’t san,,, that thor

THAT GIF DJSUDJSJSHSHSHS FORGOT HOW ANNOYING HE WAS BUT THAT'S BB HWA FOR SURE

BDKQHDKS EXACTLY 😭😭 MAKES ME WANNA REWATCH IT JUST FOR HIM and he’s sO FINE 😭😭😭 be was also so whipped i felt bad for him when his family never let him see his mom when she passed

Size kink is not here miss, Mingi and Yunho are taller than me, but not that tall, if I wear high heels we're pretty much the same height. They didn't play Fireworks :/// I missed Answer and SMN

i am literally on my way, booking the MF flight to come and sTEAL UR LEGS RN GIVE ME SOME INCHES I JUST NEED TWO MORE HELLO IF U ARE DONATING PLS LMK FBWKFEJ GOFUNDME <333 NAURRRR U MISSED SMN ???? 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

OH HE COMES HERE OFTEN !!!! he’s finally releasing an album after like 5 years bestie bfwmbd,,, sunmi’s response to it had me 💀 LMFAOOOO THE WAY KPOP FANS BULLY COMPANIES INTO DOING THIS IS SO CHAOTIC FBFBFB NUGU GIRLIES FBWNDHQKDHWK PLS 😭😭😭 YEAH KUN DID IT ITS STILL UP ON HIS IG,,, hybe’s stocks going 📉📉📉

LMFAOOOO NFBWNDBSM I SUPPORT THIS HUNGER !!!! no fr and she’s younger than me (exchange student thing that is why) and everytime i see her stories its her at a btob meeting or concert or fanmeet,, im like go yOU I GET FREE CONTENT FBFB yEAAH THEY PROBS DONT but ain’t CL his bestie 🔫 yEAAAH LIKE HOW BP DID TO THE HANBOKS FROM A LOCAL STYLISTS STUFF LIKE THAT WOULD BE RLY BENEFICIAL,,, sEONGHWA FOR VOGUE OR ELLE WHEN THE DAY IT HAPPENS MODEL HWA AU HWA WOULD BE RISEN

The photos A KISS ON THE FOREHEAD BEFORE I SINK MY TEETH INTO HIS FLESH. Also Yunho trying to slice his neck?!??! Please he's so cute with his MILF bag 😌 the likes tho, Shitstars are too delulu 💔 we're a lost cause. And one more - DV 💖

KISS ON THE FOREHEAD AND A BITE??? DBDBFBFBD HIS MILF BAG STOP I SCREAMED 😭😭😭😭 he looks so fine there,,, him in normal clothes is so >>>> shinestar’s will always give the most rando video of seonghwa more them 1K likes

bestie we got a quizzz !!!!

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

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nataliebenson13 · 7 months

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Stimming!

Well lots of updates!

Alright here's the updates

10/18 - Appointment

Bloodwork and Ultrasound was done- I had 8 follicles on one side and 10 on the other - Cleared to start stim meds and the order was put in. I was really nervous about how much they were going to be. The estimate was $4k-$6k. I researched my insurance and found that all but 1 med wouldn't be covered. Of course, it's the most expensive one. Speaking of expensive - I had to drop $3700 for that visit. Later that evening I talked to the 2 pharmacies, The one medication that wasn't covered was $760 and the rest with insurance, I payed $44. So definitely a lot better than what was quoted. Meds were ordered and on the way! This was the last day also for the 1989 TS Special Edition CDs. I had previously ordered just the yellow, and I really shouldn't have spent the money, but how could I not have the whole set for my hopefully new daughter.

10/21 - Stims and Payment

So today was exciting. I had to make the $12,800 payment. I also started my stim meds - 2 injections. Guess what?! I MESSED UP one of them. I mixed the med wrong - and injected myself with 1000iu of Hcg instead of 100iu of Hcg. I was too scared to let my nurse know. I cried at night and just decided to not take anymore until my appointment on 10/24. High dosage of Hcg will trigger ovulation, but I'm only at the beginning and don't have (hopefully) any mature eggs.

10/22 - Football Taylor's Version

Football Sunday! Felt tired already from the hormones and headache from hell. BUT it was so nice to see Taylor Swift enjoying herself at the Chiefs game. She looks so happy and it made my day. Today was just a easy going day. Meds are kind of affecting me. I also really really really want to buy some 1989 Merch - but really can't afford it :(

10/23 - Bleh

This evening after my shot, I feel bloated like my insides hurt. Could just be that I was working in the yard a little bit getting the Halloween decorations. They say no lifting over 10lbs or twisting or bending over because your ovaries are growing and you don't want to twist one. Now of course, I feel pain/soreness and I'm worried I did something bad... ughhhh

Tomorrow is the appointment to check. I'm hoping and praying that my mistake on Saturday didn't hurt me. I'm also scared of taking more Hcg tonight. We'll see tomorrow what happens. Oh and tomorrow is another $1500 payment - UGH need another job to work on top of my other one. My stadium job will have to be put on pause because I don't think I can stand for that long at these events right now. Well that's all for now. I doubt anyone will ever read these. BUT I have no Swiftie friends in real life. Hardly any friends at all lol. I haven't told anyone about this IVF process either, so it's my outline. Signing off with -

3 More Sleeps Till 1989 Taylor's Version !!!!!!

#ivfjourney #swifties #taylor swift #ivf

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frozenrose13 · 8 months

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ughhhh it's ass am and we are in so much pain and so much symptoms

think we may have woken up from it

making limitations More and Worse

trying to be coping

think we make drs appt today bc wow symptom management is not working *still*

we had conversation w caregiver few days ago about how we're avoiding engaging with the health stuff because we are afraid. but thats not...helpful. nothing changes and we get worse part as result. nothing changes unless we change something and we can do that by actually engaging. and we already know what that looks like, this isn't the first time we've had to do it.

we do feel worse part because of what we've been doing but we are having so much fun. and idk if that's worth it. and we're gonna do it.

this winter is looking to be loads better than last one as long as nothing goes terribly wrong. at least as far as enjoyable activity goes.

might post some of what we've been working on here. lots is ttrpg stuff for a campaign we're running. hopefully more projects once can get crafting mats, caregiver is helping us make buildings and stuff for it.

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lunatic-fandom-space · 2 years

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Episode 12 is 24 mins long, its the longest one yet please tell me theres something here thats not just filler

Its the same day as the previous episode and shes walkin around, doin what she always does and interacting w/ the villagers, I think we'll just show this as a kindof montage

I feel like she hasnt been interacting w/ Emmalyn since she moved into her own house, maybe they have a lil girls afternoon at Emmalyn's or something to distract her

Then we get the scene w/ Logan at the plaza, which plays out like it does in the OG, I might adjust Aphmaus dialogue to be a bit more irritated n shit. I also might lead into the scene by having one of the villagers be like "ay, this merchant isnt selling stuff, what up w/ that"

Once shes done w/ that, she goes to check on Brendan again and has an exchange w/ Garroth thats slightly different than the one in the OG, I mainly wanted him to say that he and the Brightport doctor helped Brendan bc yknow, he was there too. I would still like to have Garroth being good w/ injuries as a trait though, bc hes a guard and I feel like it makes sense for him to know how to handle them

Also, at the end of his plea for Aphmau to stay here I'd like to add something like "And I ask of you, please rest. You look... tired."

Okay, ive decided that Aphmau doesnt have a hamster, rn she just has her cat so Im cutting this subplot about the hamster growing istg if that turns out to be important

So yeah, Aphmau leaves decides to check on Zenix and asks him if he's feeling alright bc yknow, hes about to go chase not!Zenix and he seems like a dangerous fella. Their convo starts the same sans a few tweaks, Im extending it a little and adding more of a back and forth so it seems more like normal human interaction, and Im cutting that bit where he asks her to make him three arrows bc thats another one of those things that makes sense in a Minecraft RP but not really in any other story

Logan has set up a makeshift archery stand like in the OG and Aphmau approaches him but his dialogue is a bit different bc yknow, Zenix actually does have a bow and arrows here. Maybe he can instead mock him for being really bad at archery, saying smth like "A real knight would know how to use more than one weapon!". Maybe that could even trigger some kind of fight between Zenix and Logan bc Zenix is not standing that far away from him. Idk, I feel like quite a few of these convos really need to either be longer or feel less like they take place in a vacuum where no one else can hear them, but I'll worry about that when I polish this a bit more

In any case, ya girl is too tired to deal w/ this so she just interrupts them like "Hey, Zenix, do you mind showing me your archery skills" and so he does and he sucks ass which is. not great. And Aphmau is just like "ahaha, yea, you, youre not good... hopefully you'll get better though 👍 im leaving, have a nice day" and then she leaves and goes to rest at home

Man, I feel like some of these episodes are just so nothing, I hope i can rework them into something thats a bit less hard to pay attention to. And again, a lot of these issues just come down to "theyre trying to tell a story in Minecraft, but it currently just comes across as a playthrough of a fantasy openworld rpg in the worst way possible" but stilllllllll, i have a really low attention span man :(

I also get why theyre taking it slow in the beginning, I also want to take it slow so that the audience can get attached to this place and the people in it so that its like, tragic when shit starts hitting the fan but ughhhh idk what this is man

#lunas mcyt shit #my mc/d rewrite

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1heartsickfics · 3 years

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Drunk boyfriend

So we were hanging out and drinking with a group of friends from work. One of the guys brought his beer bong, so him and Carter both chugged a four locos, which is like actual trash alcohol for those of you who don't know. They're 14% alc and taste like battery acid.

The other guy immediately bent over and puked but Carter held his down. He sat down next to me with a hand on his stomach. "I feel like my insides are on fire," he said.

"I can't imagine why," I joked, nudging him with my shoulder a little. I was worried about him but I knew better than to ask him if he was okay in front of everyone.

"Dude that fucking killed me," the other guy, Devon, said once he finished throwing up.

Carter pressed his fist into his stomach, forcing up a loud burp. "Dude yeah I feel like I have a lead ball in my stomach," he agreed.

They both continued drinking immediately though. Devon started in on one of the beers he bought while Carter opened a twisted tea, which I'd already drank one of.

After a few sips though, he handed it to me. "Want some?" he asked.

I nodded, taking it from him and taking a sip. What he meant was that he needed a break but didn't want to say it out loud. I ended up finishing it for him, although not long after him and Devon bonged a beer each.

Now, Carter's a pretty big guy, although he's thin, so he can hold his alcohol pretty well. He can drink a lot and be okay. But he doesn't usually drink fast, and he doesn't usually drink beer. So that kinda did him in.

After that, he was drunk, I could tell. He's the kind of person who's usually still pretty functional even when he'd drunk. He can usually walk and talk mostly normally. But he was drunk. He was talking silly and stumbling around.

I was somewhere between drunk and tipsy after the next drink I had. I was also a little bit high after taking a few hits from my friend's vape.

That was when everyone decided that we should play kickball in the parking lot even though it was 1 am and raining. So we played kickball for about an hour. Or tried to anyway. When everyone's drunk and/or stoned it's a little difficult lol.

By the time we finished the game, everyone was exhausted and sweating our asses off, so we decided to call it a night and head home. Carter and I both lived close and had walked there, so after saying bye to everyone we started walking.

We didn't make it very far though before Carter grabbed my arm and tugged on it a little. When I turned to look at him he was slightly bent over, looking sweaty and pale in the light from the street lamp.

"Can we sit for a sec?" he asked, sounding out of breath.

"Yeah, of course," I said, leading him over to the grass next to the sidewalk. He immediately laid down, pulling me down with him. So we just laid in the grass for a minute.

"Spinny," he said, "I'm so drunk."

"Yeah I know, do you want to stay at my place tonight?" I asked. He has a habit of getting panicky when he's too drunk.

"Mmmhmm," he agreed, rolling over to press his face into my shoulder.

"Ready to get going?" I asked after a minute.

"Ughhhh yeah," he huffed, sitting up and flopping forward.

"Come on drunky," I said, standing up and holding my hands out to help him up.

We made it about halfway to my apartment that time before he stopped me again. This time when I turned to look at him I could tell he was very not okay. He was looking pretty sickly.

"I need to sit down," he said.

"Okay, come here," I grabbed his hand and pulled him over to a bench that was near the sidewalk.

As soon as we sat down he leaned over, dropping his head into his hands. I put my hand on his back, rubbing up and down.

"I feel sick,"

"Yeah I know, I'm sorry," I said sympathetically. I've definitely been there, a lot more times than he has.

"Oh god," he cut himself off with a gag, "I'm gonna throw up."

"Hey, you're okay, I'm right here," I said softly, scooting a little closer and wrapping my arm around him.

He dry heaved over the ground for a few minutes but didn't actually bring anything up. Once he was able to breath normally again he slumped against my side, burying his face in my shoulder.

"Alright, let's try walking again okay? We need to get you in bed," I said, trailing my fingers up and down his back and leaning my head against his.

"Hnnggg mmkay," he slurred, sounding more drunk by the minute. I wrapped my arm around his waist and stood up, pulling him with me. I picked up his phone and his keys from where he'd left them on the bench, stuffing them into my purse with my own stuff.

"Come on, I've got you," I said, keeping my arm around him, my hand resting on his hip.

"I dn't feel s'good Summer" he groaned, leaning against my side.

"I know, we'll take it slow I promise," I said, doing my best to support his weight as he leaned more and more of it against me.

"I can't dothis," he slurred, feet dragging on the concrete as he slowed.

"We're almost there Carter. You'll feel much better once you're laying down in bed," I pressed my hand against his back, urging him forward.

By the time we made it to my apartment he was practically in tears and had most of his body weight leaning on me. I unlocked my door and dragged him inside and onto my bed.

“Just relax okay? I’ll be right back,” I said, squeezing his hip before heading into the kitchen. I got us some water and grabbed a trash can then walked back to my room.

“Summer I feel sick,” he said as soon as I sat down on the bed.

“Sit up and take a drink for me, it might help,” I said.

He whined and thrashed around a bit but slowly maneuvered himself up into a sitting position. He took the glass from me, spilling some of it on both of us in the process, but he managed to take a few sips. I drank a bit myself, then took both cups and set them on my nightstand.

“Alright, now lay down with me,” I said, wrapping my arm around his shoulder and pulling him down with me. He curled up to my side, laying his head on my chest and draping an arm over me. After a moment he pressed himself even closer, tightening his arm around me and tucking his hand under my shoulder. I brought my hand up to rest on the back of his head, running my fingers through his hair.

"Shh, you're okay, this feeling will pass," I said quietly, leaning my head against his.

"M'nauseous," he moaned, squirming in discomfort.

"Just try to breathe through it," I said, "but there's a trash can on the floor beside the bed if you need to be sick," I added.

"Don't wanna-" he cut himself off with a burp, which he muffled into my shirt.

"I know, hopefully you won't have to," I said.

He almost never gets sick from drinking. Even when he drinks way too much he's usually able to hold it down. In fact I think the only time i've ever seen him throw up from drinking he ended up actually being sick.

Unfortunately however, that was not the case. A couple of minutes later he burped again, long and low, then groaned under his breath. He rolled off of me and pushed himself up, swaying as he tried to sit.

"Hey.." I sat up too, moving to sit slightly behind him, one hand resting on his back, waiting for what we both knew was going to happen.

He took a slow, forced breath, sounding shaky. I scooted closer, looping an arm around his chest to help steady him as he leaned over the side of the bed.

"You're okay, just keep breathing. I've got you," I said softly.

He pitched forward and coughed, which morphed into a dry heave. After a gasping breath in his body convulsed again, this time bringing up a wave of alcohol into the trash can on my floor. He moaned, slumping forward with another wave.

I moved to sit behind him, with one leg on either side, so I could wrap both of my arms around him and make sure he didn't fall off the bed. I could feel him shaking as I pressed myself up against his back.

"Easy, Carter, you're doing great, it'll be over soon," I told him.

After coughing up one more mouthful of puke and belching queasily he seemed to be done. I pulled him back away from the edge of the bed to rest against my chest. He leaned against me limply, head lolling to lay back on my shoulder. I turned and pressed a kiss to his forehead, wrapping him up in my arms and rocking him a little bit.

"Think you're done?" I asked after a minute.

"Hmm," he answered noncommittally.

"You want to try another sip of water? Get the taste out of your mouth?" I asked.

He groaned out an answer that I'm pretty sure meant no, but I reached to grab the glass anyway, pressing it into his hand.

"Just a little sip, please," I urged him.

He accepted the glass with shaky hands, bringing it hesitantly up to his lips to take a small drink. I took it back from him and set it down, wrapping my arms around him again.

"How are you feeling now?" I asked.

"Drunk."

"Spinning still?"

"Yeah kind of," he sighed. He wasn't slurring his words anymore at least so he was probably coming down now that he got some of it out of his system.

"How's your stomach?" I asked.

"Still sick," he shrugged, "Less nauseous though I think."

"Okay, well that's good at least. Do you think you could try to fall asleep? I'll put something on TV and we can stay up as long as you need to but it would be good to try and sleep this off," I suggested.

He rolled over onto his side, facing away from me, but scooted back until he was pressed up against my front. I snaked my arm over his waist and he grabbed my hand, moving it to rest over his stomach.

"Will you stay like this?" he asked sleepily.

"Of course, I've got you," I whispered, leaning over him slightly to kiss his cheek before laying back down.

He squirmed around for a little bit but was able to fall asleep pretty fast. The next morning however he did not feel good either...

#irl story #irl boyfriend story #tw vomit #vomit trigger warning #drunk #drunk vomit #stomach ache #sick stomach #nauseous

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hockeynoses · 3 years

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Sick Assist - Hockey RPF

Sid/Geno. 1.4k words.

Geno is sick and Sid brings him tissues and soup.

If you’re a non-fetish person who somehow comes across this, it might not be for you! But again, this is pretty mild.

This is probably the most self-indulgent thing I’ve ever written, and I kind of love it. Enjoy!

“Geno?” The front door creaks open and Sid steps into the dimly-lit entryway of their house.

“Id here…” he hears the deep, congested reply from the living room.

“I got some stuff for you at the store.” Sid walks into the kitchen, setting the bags on the counter. He glances over at the couch. Geno’s head is peeking over the top of it, the tv playing quietly behind him.

“Whad you ged?” His eyes look tired and glassy, and his hair is sticking up all over the place. A result of lounging on the couch all day, probably.

“Let’s see…some orange juice, tea, cough drops…NyQuil, and,” he walks over to the back of the couch and places a box on top of it, right near Geno’s head. “Lots of tissues.” Geno grabs the box before it has time to topple off the couch.

“Ugh, thanggs Sid; you best.” He sniffs as he rips the top off the box, trying to keep his nose from running. His timing couldn’t have been better; just as he gets it open and is able to grab a couple tissues from the box, his breath starts hitching. “Huh…uh…ha-EEESSHH!” He buries his face into the small pile of tissues in his large hands, body curling forward with the effort. “Ughhhh…” He wipes his nose, throwing the wadded up tissues towards the small wastebasket he brought over specifically for this purpose. “I’m go through so bany today,” he says, pulling more from the box, “Id’s so-hah….so- eh-ccXXHHghh! …So bad.” He blows his nose, sinuses crackling as the pressure shifts.

“Jeez, is the other box gone already?” Sid walks around the couch to the coffee table, grabbing the empty box to get rid of it.

“Yeah, I use ahh- all.” He rubs his finger against his nose, hoping to quell the itch. “Can’t staaah- hah- can’t stop snee-RRSHHH-ahhh” he sneezes into his bare hands, caught off guard. “….sdeezing.” He looks at Sid over his steepled hands covering his face. He looks miserable.

“Aw, bud, you’ve had a rough day, huh?” Sid says, running a hand through Geno’s hair.

Geno looks up at him, disgruntled. “Don’t joke Sid. It suu-sucks! All heh- all day I’m try to relax,” he reaches for more tissues, “stuck ond couch, can’t go to practice because- hiiXXRRSSHH!” he groans into the mess of tissues under his nose. “Face is exploding.” He takes a deep breath and gives a long, gurgling blow. “Just wand to stop.” He leans back on the couch, breathing through his mouth, dialing up the dramatics a bit for sympathy. Sid’s eyes travel up his long body. He’s so cute in his hoodie and sweatpants, with his flushed face and pink nose. It’d be hard to deny him anything.

“Do you want some orange juice? Tea?” He takes his chances and darts out a hand to feel Geno’s forehead. Geno narrows his eyes at him, then swats Sid’s hand away after a moment.

“Fever was yesterday, Sid, all gone now.”

“Okay, fine. Just checking.” Sid starts heading back to the kitchen.

“And baybe…hhrrESSSHH! …sombe tea?”

Sid gives him a soft look. “Comin’ right up.” Sid putters around the kitchen for a bit, starting the electric kettle. “Are you hungry at all? You should probably eat something.”

“Hmm, a little hungry, yeah.”

“Good, because I stopped at that Apteka restaurant and got some borscht. Surprise?” He holds up the bag he had left on the counter, unopened. Geno turns back to him, shocked.

“Really, Sid? Yes! Sounds so good right now.” Sid smiles.

“Well, I’m sure it won’t be the same as your mom’s, but hopefully it’s pretty good. I’ll heat it up.”

“Thaaa-ahTTSSHH! Thagg you.” He wipes his nose then balls the tissues up, aiming for the wastebasket, cursing when it bounces off the rim.

“You’re picking those up; I’m not touching them.”

“Finddd. I will in a binute. You so picky.” He snuggles back down into his cocoon of blankets, turning back to the tv. Sid just rolls his eyes. He’ll give him a pass today. Once the tea is done and their soup is reheated, he brings everything out to the coffee table. He sits down next to Geno, who is splayed out on the sectional end of the couch.

“You need anything else?” he says, handing him his mug of tea.

“No, is perfect. Thanggs agaid.”

“No problem,” Sid says, bumping their shoulders together. Geno takes a sip of his tea and sighs. It feels amazing on his throat, which has basically been scraped raw from sneezing all day. He gets one more sip before the steam starts to tickle his nose. His breath starts to hitch as he tries to shove the mug into Sid’s hands without spilling it. Sid grabs it just in time to watch Geno turn away from him as best he can and aim two uncovered sneezes toward his other side. “ha-ESSSSHHH! Heh-ha-RSSSHHOO!”

“Gross, man.” Geno pulls two tissues from the box beside him, glaring at Sid as he blows his nose.

“You already sick before; why you worried?” He tries again to throw the tissues in the wastebasket, this time succeeding.

“I’m just saying,” says Sid with a shrug.

“Is your fault anyway.” He sniffs as if to emphasize his point.

“Hey, you know when someone on the team gets sick it’s just a matter of time before everyone has it.” Sid reaches for his soup and starts digging in. Geno grumbles but reaches for his bowl as well.

After a minute, Sid asks, “How is it? Does it pass the test?”

“Yes, very good Sid. Nod as good as mama’s, but nothigg is.” He takes another bite. “I think we go here again.” Sid smiles in response, happy his idea worked out. They finish eating, watching whatever Russian show Geno had on. At least he had the subtitles on so Sid could follow along somewhat. Geno was back to contentedly sipping his tea. Sid was grateful to lounge on the couch after a long day and a good meal. He looks at Geno, “You gonna go to bed early tonight? Get some sleep?”

Geno hums, “I don’t know…might watch another episode.” Sid eyes him. He looks sleepy already. As if to purposefully contradict him, Geno’s nose starts itching. He rubs at it with the back of his hand, trying to get it under control. “Ughhh…not agaid.” He leans his head back, as if entreating the heavens to make it stop. Unfortunately this has the added effect of him looking almost directly into a ceiling light, only making the situation worse. He breathes through his mouth, breath starting to hitch. Sid grabs some tissues quickly, placing them into Geno’s hand and leaning away. “Huh…eh…” Geno closes his eyes and lurches forward with the force of it. “HAH-ESSHH! huh-xxRRSSHH! Ah…hahhh…ha-XXCCHHH-uughhh.” He stills for a moment, catching his breath. Sid leans back in and rubs his back in long, soothing strokes.

“Ow,” Genos says pathetically.

“You okay?”

Geno clears his nose into the destroyed mass of tissues. “Oh by god, I just wand this over.”

“I know, bud.” Sid’s hand moves to the back of his neck, fingers running through the hair there. “You’ll feel better in a couple days.”

Geno sniffs, nose glowing pink, “Don’d want to wait days.”

“Maybe it’ll be less if you go upstairs and get some sleep,” says Sid, giving him a knowing look. Geno sighs and looks back at him with glassy eyes.

“Yeah, you right. I’m probably fall asleep during show anyway.” He sits there for a moment, reluctant to move. Then he shoves the blanket off his lap and heaves himself up, making his way over to pick up the tissues that had missed the basket, as promised. Sid turns off the tv and grabs the bowls to take to the kitchen, Geno following with his empty mug.

“I can take care of these,” Sid gestures to the dishes, “You head upstairs.” Geno sets his mug on the counter and turns to envelope Sid in a big bear hug, shocking an “oof!” out of him.

“Love you,” Geno mumbles into his hair. Sid wraps his arms around him and presses his face into Geno’s neck.

“Love you too.” They stand there for a quiet moment, holding each other. Then Geno breaks away.

“Okay,” He leans toward the counter, grabbing the other box of tissues Sid had unpacked. “I’m take this with me.” He gives Sid a joking smile, tongue sticking out a bit. Sid just laughs at him.

“I’ll be up in a minute.” He watches Geno go. Once he’s disappeared up the stairs, Sid hears a distant, “hah-EESSHHOOO!” Sid shakes his head with a small exasperated laugh. Hopefully they’ll be able to get some sleep tonight.

#snz fic #s*dney crosby #evgeni malk*n #I'm so tempted to post some version of this on AO3 #but there's no way I could sanitize it and have much of a fic left #snzfic #snz fics #snzfics

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theoreticslut · 4 years

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“What better way to show you that we’re here for you?”

part 1 / part 2 / part 3

pairing: fred weasley x reader x george weasley

requested: no

word count: 3.4k

warnings: depression!! & some mentions of anxiety, cheating, insecurities; ANGST (sorry!)

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“Y/n? Are you awake?” You hear hermione ask cautiously, the door creaking slightly as she comes inside your shared dorm room.

You’re not sure what time it is, but it doesn’t really matter right at the moment. All you know is that it’s finally Saturday again and that you didn’t want to get out of bed regardless of whatever time it is.

This past week has been exhausting and you just wanted to sleep it off. You didn’t want to socialize with anyone, you didn’t want to stress about homework, and you certainly didn’t want to move from your current spot.

“I don’t want to be.” You grumble, pulling your blankets up tighter around your head so you were completely buried from your neck down.

“Y/n, you need to come down and eat. You barely eat anything that Harry, Ron, or I bring up for you. We’re worried.”

“Don’t have to be, ‘mione. I’ve dragged myself to the kitchen a few times. I’m not dying.”

You hear her sigh as the side of your bed dips down. You’ve been like this for nearly two weeks now. Ever since the twins told you that they loved you and you said that they couldn’t.

Hermione had you tell her all about it after she saw Fred storm down the stairs from your guys’ dormitory up to his and George’s, George following after him worriedly a couple minutes later, then finding you crying your eyes out alone up here.

She knew that you loved the two redheads, but she could also completely understand you being wary of their words given your guys’ past on top of how tragically your last relationship ended.

She has been giving you time because she knows you need it, but three weeks is concerning without even considering that you’re barely eating and sleeping. Not to mention that you literally drag yourself to your classes as if you’re bound in weighted shackles.

“Maybe not right at this minute, but if you don’t start taking care of yourself you will be.” She states, looking over at you.

She hates seeing you so broken. Sure you were hurt after finding Will cheating on you and the whole smoke-bomb-under-your-fork thing with the twins, but this is far worse. You honestly look like a ghost of a person and it’s terrifying.

“I’m just...not hungry, ‘mione. You’re not going to force me to eat if I can’t, are you?”

“Y/n, I know you’re hurting, but you’re hurting the rest of us as well by not taking care of yourself.” Hermione starts, looking over at you.

“Harry and Ron, they don’t show it well, but they’re worried about you. Those two boys. They’re worried. About you. They hardly ever worry.”

“Not to mention how worried I am. You look as if your soul has been sucked from your body, which is saying something because even with Will you didn’t look this terrible.”

“And I don’t even need to point out how worried McGonagall is. She’s constantly asking whether you’re okay or not, both to you and the rest of us.”

“And I know it probably doesn’t seem it, but Fred and George? They’re worried too, y/n. They’re always watching you during classes to see if you’re okay and they both look for you at meals. I honestly think they’re starting to go crazy since you haven’t been down to any meals lately.”

“You have so many people worried, y/n. So many people that care.” Hermione finishes, watching as you take in a shuddering breath.

You don’t like worrying people or upsetting them, but you just can’t keep pushing. You feel as if every breath is a chore and that your chest is hollow; it feels as if your heart has just got up and left, only leaving behind an aching hole.

You thought that you would be okay, you went to classes the day after their confession, but you couldn’t handle the way the twins were looking at you. Fred looked so angry and took it out by flirting with any other girl he could, but you could see through the anger to all the hurt that you caused. You hated knowing you hurt him so bad that he had to let it out as anger, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything about it. You were much too confused of your own feelings to even consider comforting anyone else.

George on the other hand just looked so torn. He looked hurt, sure, but he seemed to be showing more worry for you than anything. It’s as if he doesn’t care what he’s feeling at all and it bothered you. You knew your words had hurt him and yet he just doesn’t seem to care. He still wants nothing more than to be there for you and it was just too confusing. You couldn’t understand how he still wanted to be there for you when you had essentially told him he didn’t know what he was feeling.

The following day wasn’t any better nor the day after that. They kept giving you the same looks, if they’d even look at you. George seemed to never look away from you when you were around whereas Fred tried everything in his power to not have to look at you.

On top of that, they wouldn’t talk to you, but you knew they were talking about you. And then you just kept seeing them everywhere. It was as if you became hyperaware of their presence which you very much did not want to happen.

You let out a choked sob as everything hits you again and hermione frowns, wrapping her arms around you. She wanted to take all of this pain away, but she really had no idea how. She always had a solution and yet she didn’t have one to this.

“I don’t like this, ‘mione. I don’t like any of it.” You sob, the hole in your chest aching.

~.~

Hermione finally got you calmed down enough to where you could breathe and convinced you to come down for breakfast, promising that as soon as she was happy she would do whatever you wanted, whether that be go to library, go for a walk, or just hang out in the common room.

“Everyone’s going to stare at me, ‘mione. I don’t want them to stare.” You sigh, feeling jittery as your nerves begin acting up.

“Take a breath, y/n. Just walk along beside me and no one will stare.”

You take a deep breath, trying to calm your anxiety, but it doesn’t do much. You still feel like you’re going to be sick.

As soon as you walk through the doors to the great hall, you snap your head down. You don’t want to look at anyone and you don’t want them looking at you. You figure the best way to make that happen is just look away from it all.

Unfortunately, you glance up just as your passing by the spot where Fred and George sit when they aren’t with you guys. If you could go back just those few seconds to not have to see the looks on their faces, you would do so without a second thought.

Fred was surprised to see you, his worry for you showing through only momentarily before he’s smiling at some girl beside him. George, however, was a mix of relief, complete worry, and total devastation. Looking at the two of them made your stomach flip and your heart sink.

“Breathe, y/n.” Hermione reminds you and you nod looking over at her as you try not to be sick.

“Y/n!” Ron smiles as you and hermione sit down.

“Hey, Ron. Harry.” You greet as the two light up at your presence.

“How are you feeling?” Harry asks, concern written in his facial features.

“Like I’m going to be sick, honestly. I don’t know how hermione talked me into coming down here.”

He smiles sadly at you, knowing how much pain you’re in and wishing there was something - anything - he could do.

“Well, grab something. It doesn’t have to be a lot, y/n, but you need to eat.” Hermione urges and you nod, taking a single pancake and a few pieces of bacon. You doubt you’ll even be able to eat that, but you’d at least try.

Just as you go to take your first bite, now realizing how hungry you truly are by the way your stomach cramps, George takes a seat next to you, facing you.

“Y/n-“

“George, now really isn’t a good time.” Hermione states, frowning at the redhead.

“I just, I need to-“

“She needs to eat. It’d be better if the reason she hasn’t been eating wasn’t sitting right beside her.”

“I know, I just-“

“Bloody hell, George. Just leave y/n alone for godricks sake! I can’t stand to see my friend hurt anymore because of you and Fred.” Ron snaps, glaring at his older brother.

“Ron,” Harry warns.

You bite your lip at his outburst. On one hand it’s nice to know that he care so deeply for you, but on the other it made you even more anxious. You didn’t like when people fought.

“That’s not fair, Ron. You know how I feel about her. I just need to see how she is.” George frowns, hurt by his younger brother’s words.

You curl up into yourself, wishing to Merlin you could just disapparate from here and right now. You didn’t want people fighting over you, especially if it was Ron with his brothers.

“Please stop.” You choke out, your voice barely above a whisper. You didn’t want to handle any of this.

“I’m sorry, y/n.” Hermione frowns, having only convinced you to come here so you could eat and she would know. She never wanted to give you more to deal with.

“Not your fault, ‘mione.” You say, trying to give her a small smile, but it was harder than you remember.

“Sorry, y/n.” Ron mumbles sincerely yet still glaring at his brother beside you.

“It’s fine.” You whisper, staring at your plate of uneaten food.

“Are you really not going to eat?” You hear George ask as he watches you stare at your plate, gently pushing the food around after a few seconds.

“I’m not hungry.”

“Bollocks, y/n. I haven’t seen you down here in two weeks and I know for a fact you don’t come down to the kitchens nearly enough to make up for skipping meals. You’re not going to starve yourself.” He states firmly, but not in anger.

“I’m not.”

“Please just eat. Godrick, y/n, I can’t stand watching you not take care of yourself.”

“I can’t, George.” You nearly whisper, trying desperately not to let your tears fall.

Sure it sounds like you’re telling him that you just can’t eat, but there’s so much more meaning behind it and you know that he understands it. You can’t eat, you can’t sleep, you can’t stop crying, you can’t stop hurting, you can’t figure out how to stop worrying everyone. You just can’t do anything anymore.

You loved Fred and George so much, you knew it just as much as hermione did, and she was aware of it long before you were. You loved the two of them more than anything, but even though you wanted to believe them saying they loved you, your heart and your mind were holding you back.

Your heart still hurt so much from what Will had done. It’s not even just the cheating anymore, but everything during the relationship as well. He’d tell you he loves you but would never hold you. He’d tell you that you meant the world to him, yet he very rarely kissed you. He was telling you everything he should, but he wasn’t doing anything to back it up. You suppose your heart was just experiencing some trust issues, which in all honesty, no one could blame you for.

Then your head was telling you no. Not for any reason in particular, just no. It wouldn’t let you believe the twins had any sort of feelings for you other than as friend. No matter how much you tried to reason, your brain kept resisting. Some could argue it was your own insecurities telling you no, but in all reality you had no idea whatsoever.

From any angle you were trying to look at, you just couldn’t do anything. You truly felt like a puppet trapped inside its box. You had all this potential to do what was needed, but unless someone else forced you to do it you were useless.

“Hey. Hey, darling. Shh. No reason to cry. I know it’s all really hard and I am so so sorry. I never wanted any of this to happen. I’m not mad or upset at all. I’m just really worried about you. I care about you so much and I don’t want to see you hurting yourself.” George ushers, gently placing a hand on your back.

He hates seeing you so hurt, but he knows it’s not just because of him and Fred. He’s well aware that you’re still carrying a lot of hurt over Will, even if you don’t show it, not to mention your own insecurities that have had years to imbed themselves in your thoughts. You may have never said any of this out loud, but George knew what was hurting you.

He frowns, sadness completely taking over his features as he looks down at his twin who’s been watching this whole ordeal. He won’t admit it, but Fred has been hurting just as much. He loves you with his very being and would do literally anything for you, but it hurt when you said that he couldn’t love you. He didn’t realize, unlike George, how insecure and broken you were after Will and took your denial of his feelings personally.

He tries to hide the fact of how hurt he is, but George can see through him. In fact, he’s pretty sure most everyone can if they look close enough. He wishes he could take you into his arms and just hold you, tell you that everything is going to be alright, but he can’t let himself.

Watching you nearly break down crying over nothing really happening breaks his heart, however. He wants to walk right over there and pull you into his arms, giving you kisses all over your neck and face until you feel whole again. He wants to make you realize just how perfect you truly are. The only thing that’s stopping him is his pride, which George has already argued with him over.

“Everything hurts...so much.” You whimper, staring at your plate as tears fall down your cheeks.

“Darling...” George frowns, rubbing your back as he’s not sure if you’d let him pull you into a hug.

“I’m sorry. Y-you guys don’t need to see me like this. I’m being selfish, making you all uncomfortable.” You sniffle, wiping at your eyes.

You didn’t like to be the center of attention nor did you like being emotional in front of others. You always felt so weak and pathetic breaking down and you didn’t want anyone else to think that of you.

“It’s alright, y/n. We want to help you, but we don’t know how if you won’t tell us what’s wrong.” Harry speaks gently and you give him a small, grateful smile, your bottom lip quivering slightly at the onslaught of emotions building up inside you.

“Can you try eating a bit, sweetheart? Then we can take you back to the common room where you can let it all out.” George suggests and you shrug, wiping at your cheeks.

You really are hungry, but your just really not sure if you can eat anything. Looking at the food is turning your stomach.

“Y/n, just take one bite. Just to start with.” You hear hermione encourage you and you sigh, stabbing the bite you were about to take when George sat down and shoving it in your mouth.

You chew it slowly, your stomach clenching at the thought of food entering it and not sure if it’s going to accept or reject it.

“Swallow.” George instructs, watching as your face crunches up as you try to figure out which way your stomach is going to go.

He knows that if you just take it slow, eventually when you get enough in your stomach it’ll be fine; it’ll be happy. It’s just getting you to that point he has to worry about.

~.~

Eventually you eat enough to please everyone and they let you head back to the common room. Granted, they all had to come along, George holding you up as you walk because of how weak you feel.

You all sit on the couch; Ron and Harry sitting next to each other, you leaning up against George as he holds you, and hermione sitting next to you on the other side of George.

“You guys don’t have to do this, you know.” You mumble, not really sure how to feel about your friends just sitting here in silence with you.

“What better way to show you that we’re here for you?” Ron responds, smiling at you.

“Yeah, you don’t have to talk if you don’t feel like it. All you have to know is that we’re here if you want to.” George agrees.

You smile slightly, your heart starting to feel something other than ache. How you got to be so lucky with these friends you weren’t sure. They were more than you could have ever asked for, but you really weren’t sure what you’d do without any one of them.

~.~

“How is she doing, Georgie?” You hear someone whisper in your half sleep.

You’re not sure quite how long ago it was, but you had fallen asleep laying there against George as your friends sat with you. As they promised, they weren’t trying to get you to talk, but just sat there so you knew you had them if needed.

It confused you as to how you were able to let George hold you and care for you so easily. You were sure you didn’t want either him or Fred around, but the second he was there you just gave in. Sure you had felt comfortable and safe with the two, but they were part of the reason you were hurting so bad. So why was it so easy to ignore that and let him comfort you?

“She’s in a lot of pain, Freddie. I can’t imagine for how long and I don’t know how long it’ll take her to start feeling better, but this wasn’t just some random outburst. I think she’s been holding a lot in and it finally just got to be too much.”

You sigh, turning slightly into the couch, trying to shut out the light and sound that had started to seep through. You were still so tired, all your sleepless nights finally catching up to you.

“I hate myself for making her hurt so much. I just, I really love her.” The first voice speaks, seeming to choke up at the end.

“I don’t think it’s us that upset her, Freddie. I get the feeling Will wasn’t as good to her as she pretends he was. Not to mention how much it messes with your head to be cheated on. On top of that, I get the feeling she has some pretty deep insecurities she hides real well normally.”

“I just want to help her. I want her to realize how much we love her and how amazing she is. Merlin, George.” The voice chuckles, sniffling a bit as if they were about to cry.

“I love you.” You mumble, not even realizing you’re saying it. All you know is that you need to. Your heart is finally starting to warm up and you know it’s because of the two redheads sitting here with you, even though you haven’t registered that’s who is with you. You know you love them and that they love you given the fact they’re both here with you, wanting to comfort you, even though you had said some pretty mean things to them.

Before you can register any of this, you’re fast asleep again, sighing contently as you unconsciously pull the blanket, that hermione had covered you with after a while, tighter around your shoulders.

The twins watch you happily. Confused, but happy. You have been through some pretty rough water, but maybe there is a chance for you three after all.

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azuriteartist · 3 years

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A/N: This is a fic for February of @mlwritersguild (Oh my god it’s MAY)

The prompt was:

“How can we trust the girl when we have no idea who she really is?”

“Alya.”

“Is she a super hero or super weirdo?”

“Alya?”

“We have a right to know!!!”

“Alya!”

Whipping awake, Alya quickly stares at the person who broke her out of her nightmare, none other than her bluenette friend, Marinette.

“Ughhh…what’s going on?”

“Alya, class ended 10 minutes ago. I’ve been trying to wake you since. You fell asleep during poetry, but it was about sleeping beauty, so I don’t think anyone noticed.”

“Oh. Uhhh, thanks…”

“Are you doing okay, this is the 4th time this week that something like this has happened? I know I can’t throw stones, but I know MY reasons for falling asleep, what are your reasons?”

“Oh, just…working on assessments, you know me, ha ha ha…”

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Alya awoke to her lying in Chloe’s bed.

“…huh?”

Removing the sheets, she got up out of the bed, looking around the overly opulent room. That’s when she saw Chloe, lying face down on the floor.

“Chloe! What’s going on, why am I…”

Fear started building in Alya as she noticed that Chloe wasn’t moving.

“Chloe…?”

She ran over, bending down and trying to feel Chloe’s pulse.

Alya’s head snapped to the door where Rena Rouge was shot through the door, pinned to the wall via a locked symbol.

“How can we trust the girl when we have no idea who she really is?”

Alya stood transfixed by fear as Lady Wifi burst through the door and started walking towards Rena Rouge.

“Is she a super hero or super weirdo?”

Lady Wifi walked closer, Rena Rouge struggling against the icons holding her in place.

Lady Wifi grasped the fox pendant in her hands, before her head snapped towards Alya.

“We have a right to know!!!”

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Almost jumping out of bed, Alya awoke to darkness, with only the city’s lights illuminating part of her bedroom.

Grabbing her phone and glasses, she read 4:00AM on her alarm clock.

“ughhhh…”

Too late to go back to sleep, too early to do anything else, she grabbed her phone scrolled through her socials. An akuma attack did happen, but it was just Mr. Pigeon. He was so unnoteworthy he didn’t even warrant an announcement.

Looking through her chat client, she noticed Marinette was online.

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[AmazingAlya]: Hey girl, what are you doing up so early?

[NotMarinette]: Oh, just couldn’t sleep, that’s all.

[AmazingAlya]: Tell me about it.

[NotMarinette]: Oh? Is something wrong?

[AmazingAlya]: Well…not wrong exactly just…It’s nothing girl, as amazing as you are, it’s about being akumatised. I’d have better luck talking to Nino about this stuff.

[NotMarinette]: You can talk to me about it? Sympathy isn’t entirely reliant on shared experiences. Besides, like he’s gonna be awake at 4am in the morning, anyway?

[AmazingAlya]: Hahah, yeah, sure, fine, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.

[NotMarinette]: Noted.

[AmazingAlya]: When you’re akumatised, you don’t really REMEMBER things, but it does leave an impact.

[AmazingAlya]: I’ve been getting these…dreams where Lady Wifi walks in and…uhh, threatens me, essentially.

[AmazingAlya]: And I know it’s not me, but it sorta…is? Just a really, really warped version of me. Whenever I see Lady Wifi, I see…me?

[NotMarinette]: I…I never knew you guys got those dreams. I thought everything went back to normal?

[AmazingAlya]: It mostly does, I’ve just got a lot going on right now with certain…stuff? Y’know? End of term assessment, etc. It’s just stress. They don’t really appear otherwise, I’ve just got a lot of pressure on me to be the best me that I can be. Trust me, it’s nothing to worry about.

[NotMarinette]: Gimme a few seconds, I need to look at something.

[AmazingAlya]: Oh? Sure? You okay?

[NotMarinette]: Yeah, I’m fine. Just needed to do some calculations for your present.

[AmazingAlya]: Present? Aww girl, you’re so sweet! But…what for?

[NotMarinette]: It’s a surprise! But it’s clothing, so meet up at my place before school starts so you can change.

[AmazingAlya]: I guess? I will wait with anticipation.

[NotMarinette]: Alright, I gotta hurry to get this done in time, so bye!

[AmazingAlya]: Bye!

[AmazingAlya]: …please don’t tell me you’re skipping breakfast to get this done?

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Alya stood in the slightly chilly morning air, waiting by the side entrance to Marinette’s house. She had arrived 30 minutes before school started, hopefully enough time to get changed into this mystery outfit.

The door then abruptly opened, revealing a tired Marinette behind it.

“I’m sure this surprise gift would’ve been just as impactful tomorrow or like, in a month?” Alya said, concerned.

“Nope, this is done now! You deserve it!” Marinette said as she pulled Alya in for a hug.

“Now come upstairs, it’s laid out for you on my chaise lounge”

Marinette then grabbed Alya by the hand, and with a quick hello to a confused Sabine Cheng walking down the stairs, she was pulled up the spiraling stairs and into Marinette’s room.

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Alya walked into the room and looked at the outfit.

“…Woah.”

The top was a Black t-shirt with a spray-painted white wifi symbol on the chest.

There was a skirt with an asymmetrical diagonal line, and black leggings.

And fingerless black gloves that went to the wrist.

“Do you like it?” Marinette asked meekly from behind Alya.

“Do I like it?! Of course girl! This looks awesome! Let me get it on!”

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Alya strode into school that morning, confidence beaming. There was no doubt on her face, no trace of insecurity on her mind, no haunting thoughts to trouble her.

She knew who she was, she was Alya Cesaire, temporary holder of the fox miraculous, award-winning journalist, a daughter from a loving family, and a friend with friends aplenty. She wasn’t Lady Wifi, and she dared Hawkmoth to try and akumatise her again.

#miraculous ladybug #Alya Césaire #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #miraculous writer's guild

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akindofmagictoo · 2 years

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manuscript search tag game

thanks for the tag, @diphthongsfordays ❤️

my words are under, ugly, up, unite, urge

under (Hurricane) (otherwise known as Aella Yes No)

Aella smiled. “We weren’t popular, apparently. They didn’t like us ‘poking around’, so we got thrown out. Kind of literally. Oh, and I think I made some comment about treating their serving-girls better.” Marisa let out a short laugh, and Aella said, “What? I’m supposed to just pretend like the debacle with Elizabeth didn’t happen?” A patch of skin on her cheekbone, just under one eye, was reddened and starting to swell.

“Of course not,” Marisa said. “You have to stick up for your friends.”

“That said,” said Sequoia, “it was not the most diplomatic way to go.”

Aella shrugged. “I’ve never been big on diplomacy. But I’m alright.”

ugly (Hurricane)

“She’s just a ship, Tempest.” Cai leant against the rail. “I know this means a lot to you, but is it worth all the risk?”

“I’m planning to just take her back when he’s not looking, as it were. Only risk there is seeing his ugly face as we sail away.”

If they turned around now, they wouldn’t have to see his ugly face, that was true. But then they’d never get their ship back. The ship that had been her home since she was a year old. And Theo might never get the Plenty Cedar, too.

But chasing him would mean crossing him. Her stomach clenched at even that thought.

up (Dragonsong) (ughhhh)

“You’re still here?” The words were snide, the voice all too familiar.

Isi turned slowly, lifted her head. “I am.”

Brendon sneered at her. “Thought you’d have given up by now. You surely didn’t think you were really going to make it to the throne room, did you? You didn’t really think whatever this is would actually work.”

If it was only Brendon she had to fight to get there, she did think she would make it. Even in her exhausted state, she was probably a match for him. But did she have to fight him? His words were hostile, but his posture was no more hostile than usual; he held his sword at his side, not up and ready. Though he was dressed to fight, his armour and uniform was pristine. He hadn’t fought anyone recently, and that might give her an edge.

Still, she didn’t want to fight him. Maybe she could get him to listen to her. She didn’t want to hurt him, and it wasn’t too late. Sure, listening had never been his greatest strength. But it wasn’t too late. It was never too late to learn.

unite

urge (Dragonsong) (Fintan! he’s here!)

The rock—no, the dragon—moved all of a sudden. The ground rumbled. Robin took a step back; Isi grabbed his shoulder to steady him. Her instincts said draw your sword, but she fought that down as the dragon uncurled itself to its full height. Even its front leg was taller than Isi. If it turned out to be unfriendly, they would be in trouble, sword or no sword. But perhaps it was friendly. In that case, she’d need no sword.

Surely, when this dragon saw Enya, it would know they were friends. Holding a sword would only complicate things.

The dragon stretched, spreading its wings wide, and Isi fought the urge to duck. They came as friends. Hopefully she had nothing to fear. The dragon lowered its head to look at Isi and Robin.

Then the dragon spoke, in a deep rumble that shook the ground under Isi’s boots. “What brings a knight here?”

passing this on to @writingbyjillian @ashen-crest @teriwrites and anyone else who wants to play! your words are believe, bare, bail, blunt

#tag game #manuscript search tag #wip hurricane #hurricane excerpt #wip dragonsong #dragonsong excerpt

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bestie i am with you! i think there are lots of benophie stans that are books purists so they like [ ] 🥴 but i love ben and sophie and i want my girls kate and sophie together and have a cute and supportive friendship idc how or when but i need it ☹️ i need anthony and kate to support ben and sophie ughhhh. the only good thing about s3 is we’re gonna have a subplot for kate and anthony and hopefully a good one (although i wouldn’t put my money on it because sh*nda…) lol

They're going with the whole "benophie will be overshadowed by kathony" schtick which is just bullshit lmao. First of all, this is the show that couldn't be bothered with Kathony during their own season for fuck's sake. If Ben and Sophie's story is gonna be sidelined (which is a reasonable concern because that's what happened with Anthony and Kate) it's not going to be because of Kathony, it's going to be because of the 842 different b-plots. Why aren't they taking it up with the Featheringtons or Lady Whistledown but the couple that got robbed throughout their season?

On the other I recognise that I had a very similar approach with Saphne before RJP's departure was announced, because I was very protective of Anthony and Kate and wanted the focus to be on them. But I have changed my mind about that since tbh. After the mess that was season 2 I'd much rather have had a Saphne arc (similar to Eloise or Benedict's in length and promo) rather than all the Featheringtons and Lady Whistledown nonsense. Just imagine Simon having the time of his life as Anthony is hyperventilating over his attraction to Kate Sharma lmao. It would have been a treat for the audience to have beloved characters return to the show and I doubt it would've prevented Kathony from blowing up the way it did one bit, especially if the producers had done their job and treated them as protagonists, the way they did with Simon and Daphne in season 1.

Similarly I don't think Kathony will take away from Benophie, it will only make their story better if they involve them in their arc, give us a Kate/Sophie friendship etc. If you have a couple that can stand on its own it won't be overshadowed by secondary characters and for me if they do as good a job in casting Sophie as they did with Kate their success is a given. Just look at Kathony, the show's PR did everything in their power to sideline them (to the point of pretending this was a throuple season or something, not to mention spending more time promoting polin over their leads) and they predictably became the couple everyone is talking about.

When it comes to audience reception your leading character or couple can only be overshadowed if they don't come up to scratch; Spielberg's West Side Story is a good example where ensemble cast members outshone the leads. Benedict and Sophie fans have nothing to worry about.

And my guess is that s03 will be about polin anyway so by all means, let Lord and Lady Bridgerton get have the season's screen time and promo. It's only fair after the shitshow that was the s02 promo, plus the show will need all the ensemble help they can get and Kathony are their strongest suit right now.

#bridgerton asks #benophie #kathony

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kiyoo-omi · 3 years

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from my love to you

Hello moots and followers! I just want to say happy new years and heres to 2021 treating us right. I’m not too good with words tbh but here I go!

I really can't believe I'm in a position to know so many great people on here! I’m so thankful that each and everyone of you are so welcoming. Every little likes and reblogs mean so much to me as as artist. But interacting with me makes my day so much better and brings such the biggest smile on my face! I’m so grateful that you guys even bothering interacting with me. I wouldn’t have continued this blog have it not been you guys!! I appreciate it so much and it means the world to me. You guys makes me strive to me a better artist (and writer)! I want to be able to make you guys happy and I hope whatever I do on my blogs bring u guys joy as much as it does me!

I hope to be better moot for everybody (cause I’m just a little too shy to interact with you all) Thank you so much for giving me a place in this community and I love you all!

To my lovely friends!

@lavenderpisces

JEN! MRS. BOKUTO! MRS. AIZAWA! MY BABY MY LOVE MY ANGEL CAKES LIGHT OF MY LIGHT APPLE TO MY EYEE! BOKUJEN AND SHOUJEN SUPREMACY UP IN THIS THIS BITCH 🤪! Aaaahhhh bby I don't know what to say but I love you so much!!! I know I don't show my appreciation as much lately or its been a while! But you are literally a light to my life and I value our friendship so much! I remember our baby talks on here and can’t believe here we are today! I'm counting five/six years girl and I want to celebrate every new year together until we are old as hell. I love when we fangirl, I love our little movie nights, I love getting you gifts, I love daydreaming about our future together and I hope you do too??? Please know I'm literally here for you, I would fight the world and book a ticket there for you if u ever need me to too. Just say the words! Please don’t ever hesitate to hit me up if you ever need to. I hate whatever you you are experiencing that makes you sad, I wish I could be there to fight it away for you! I know this year hasn’t been too nice, but please know that I’m literally just a text or call away! You are my priority. I can't wait for the day where we can see each other one day! I love u so much!

@coralpeachcalm

MIMI! HI!! Asdfghjjkkll sorry if this is a little awkward but I'm so glad you were one of the first person I have had the pleasure to meet! I don't remember who reach out to who but I’m so glad one of us did. I remember us fangirling so much back then! Thank you for being so supportive on my art and literally anything, and I’m so glad to have found you again! Here's to 2021 treating you right! I value you so much and I love you!

@seijuroww

Hi cameron! I hope you’re doing well lately! I just wanted to say holy shit! Im so proud of you and what you’ve done an accomplished! Just seeing you’re growth and journey has been so awe-inspiring. I hope you’re happier lately and im just so happy for you! Please know I’m here for you if you ever need help! I love you so much!

To my lovely close mooties!

@chibishae34

Hi SHAE!! Thank you for being one of my biggest supporter back on dinnachusart and just constantly liking and reblogging my works. You don’t know how much it meant to me being a small as artist and trying to scramble for a crumb of notes (XD lol). Sorry if I don't have much words to say I'm just so thankful that you were able to see me grow as an artist and i hope you still do!! Thank you for also being my penpal and please expect something hopefully this month! Here to 2021 treating you good and spending it together!

@datech

HI DIANA!! It’s the way you have my heart! You’re so sweet and adorable, you interaction in anything can brighten up anyones day. I'm still so surprise that were moots! It blows my mind cause I really admired you and your writing and I was intimidated by you!! Now look at where we are now! I’m ur disamu art dealer asddghhjkklldd.Thank you so much for your support on my art! It really does means the world and your comments are absolutely everything. Thank you for being one of the reason I stay on here! Cheers to 2021 love you and you deserve the best!

@sanriobimbo

HI PLUMMIE! PRETTY PLUMMIE SOULMATE!!! I'm so happy and glad we were able to hit is off so well! You’re one of the person I can feel so at ease with! I love our interactions and me just joking around with you lol! Just wanted to let you know that I'm here for you! Don’t ever doubt your writing please! Its the greatest and the world to my eyes! Make sure you take breaks and don't ever force yourself to provide or write! You simple being here is the greatest thing to happen to everybody you’ve come across! You deserve the world and imma fight 2021 if it ever crosses you! Love you lots plummie!

To my mooties who I'm so thankful that you even follow and interact with me!! I be fangirling and get so happy when you do! just know I love you all and appreciate you so much! I hope to see you all grow andsucceed to the absolute best in your life! Love you lots! Cheers to 2021.

(In no particular order! I’m sorry if I sound repetitive. I’m sorry if you don't considered us moots ill take u off if u don't wanna be on here!)

@tsumtsumland : hope you doing well! Love you lots and ahhh im so thankful for you!! I love interacting with you! thank you for being my penpal and I hope to see more of eachother! I hope 2021 can be kind to you! 🤲🏽🥺💞💞💞

@midnightweeds: hi weeds! I just wanted to say im so grateful for you! Thank you for being so generous and lending a hand when i needed it the most! Thank u for sending me sakusa pictures as well! 🥺💞

@atsumuse: hi lay! ur such a cool person and I admire u so much! I hope 2021 treats you well! I love ur writng please its the best. 🥺💞

@tsukkis-crybaby: hi felicity! ur so beautiful and thank u for our interactions togther! I love seeing you on my dash and inbox! I hope 2021 is a good year for you! kisses for you!😘

@amberalisa hi alisa!! I hope ur doing well! I really love ur suna fic and can’t wait for your other one! happy New Years and I hope this year is a good year for you!!

@hisoillusandwich: hi Mae!! 🥺💞 ur sakusa fic is one of my favs and omg the fact ur interact with me at all my heart! here to 2021 being good to u beautiful!

@prettysetterbaby: hi jj!!! *screaming* you are so beautiful and deserve the utmost best in life! I love seeing you on my dash! thank you for being such a great person and supporting my art! you are so loved and I’m wishing nothing but the best for you! 2021 better treat you right!

@bucketofforks: hi hi bof! I’m so grateful for your interactions! they bring such smiles and laughs, I hope 2021 goes good for you!

@hq-trashies: hi kaley!! love seeing u on my dash sorry if we don’t interact as much! But you are such a beautiful person! Thank u for your book recs! send more my way haha’ I hope 2021 goes well for u!!

@velvesagi: hi jem!! Love seeing u on my dash!! thank u for ur interactions they mean a lot! Here’s to 2021 being a better year for you!

@sunaswife : hi knifey! I found you through ur suna series and I really love it!! I hope 2021 is a good year for you! Thank u for even interacting with u, pretty sure I was fangirlibg! Lol

@lovingnekoma: hi artimes! thank u so much for your interactions! they really do brighten up my day! I hope to be a better mutual to you! I hope 2021 can be ur year!

@inxriyama: hi bunny! 🥺🤲🏽💞💞💞really love ur writing and really enjoy our small interactions together! Here’s to 2021 being a good year!

@kurooblesse: hi tesh! I hope ur doing well and ughhhh please ur writing!! 😩💦 🥴 gives me the hots! Here’s to 2021 being good to you!!

@kenmasbb: hi tia!!! gaawwddd ur writing!! Please give me room to breathe! I really love our interaction and I hope u doing well and happy 2021!

@rintarhue: hi Kopi!! ur smau series are the best and ur rin one is so creative!! such a great writer and I hope to see more from you! here to 2021 being a good year to you!

@shoyosun: hi Marta!!! your art is so cute and can’t wait to see more of it!! thank u for being such a sweetheart and I hope we can interact more! cheers to 2021 being a good year!

@omijime: hi nini!! your so adorable and omg thank u for interacting with me! It means a lot! I hope you Samu, and suna have such a happy 2021 together!

@dxddykeiji: hi Sammy!! I know we don’t interact as much!! but I enjoy seeing you on my dash! thank you for being my moot and I hope 2021 is the best for you!

@radiantful: hi Martha! I’m so thankful for your interactions they brighten up my day! I hope 2021 is good to you!

@ukeishin: hi Celeste! thank u for poppin in my inbox here or there! I love our little interactions and hope we can interact more! I hope 2021 will treat you right! U deserve it!

@ladyrenart: hi Lena! I love your popping in my inbox! they make me smile so much! I appreciate you so much! cheers to 2021 being good to you!

@toniiihime: hi toni!! your so beautiful and your drawings are so cute! I can’t wait to see more! Can’t wait to see you grow! 2021 is ur year!

@aiiishiiiteru: hi nona! I know we don’t interact as much but I looove ur writing!! I’m screamed when u followed back XD! Cheers to 2021 being a good year for you!

@mi-yams: ren wifey!!! I love our interactions together!! you’re so fun and cute! I hope 2021 treats u well!

@darlingoshiki: hi saint! I hope 2021 is good to you! Thank u for popping in my ask here or there and I enjoy seeing on my dash!

@helloaisabelle: hi aisy! I love ur writing!! ur national team got me 🥴🥵 thank u for your interaction and I hope we can interact more! I hope 2021 is the best for you!

@onefortyninecm : hi Danielle! I’m grateful for interactions together m! Your art is amazing!! and you deserve all the love coming your way! you’re very beautiful and I hope I can be a better moot! here’s to 2021 treating you good! 🥺💞

@picassho-18: hi Kate!! just wanted to say thank you for your support and I love seeing you inbox abs post! Wishing 2021 the best for u!

@inarizakicafe: hi ni! I know where new moots. But I absolutely love your writing! I hope to interact more with you if that’s okay! cheers to 2021 to be a good year for you!

@itzdaichi: hi lovely!! I just wanted to say your so sweet and adorable! Your interaction bring so much joy to me! I hope 2021 treats you right!

@tsukkikou: hi kou! I really love our interactions and thank you for popping in my inbox for a while! It makes me really happy and I hope your doing well!

@suhkusa: hi hi guys! Just wanted to say I love your writing and I hope 2021 is good to the both of you!

@sunseteyes: hi gel!! ur so beautiful and I know we don’t interact as much! but I love when we do! I hope 2021 is a good year for you!

@alto-march-of-death: hi al!! I appreciate our interactions and thankful that you even do in the first place! I hope to be a better moot and wishing 2021 is good to you!

@churochuu: hi chuu!! I love our first interaction together!! you're art is so cute and adorable! 2021 better treat you right!

to my lovely anons and character interactions whoever you are. you guys absolutely have my heart. im so thankful that you guys even do this for me?? i feel like i dont deserve it. you guys make my day so much and i hope 2021 treat you so good. you dont know how much you guys are appreciated by everyone! love you!

thank you to everybody for making the remaining month of 2020 one of my best! i love you all!

#dinas appreciation #dinas letter #happy new years!

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btsslowburnfic · 3 years

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Chthonic Love Chapter 13

Series Summary: A Greek Mythology AU featuring Yoongi/Suga as Hades and reader as Persephone. Olympian ruler Namjoon has delivered you, Persephone, as a gift for his brother, lord of Death, Yoongi

Chapter Summary: THIS SHIP IS SAILING

AN: Fluffy

Previous Chapter here

------------ Yoongi sat in his office, drafting a letter to Taehyung. If you wanted to leave, this would definitely be the fastest way. Originally he hadn’t planned on sending the letter for a few days, given the missed reaping and his own selfish desires. But after the incident in the library earlier, he decided that sooner would be better. You wanted to go home. Of course you did.

Taehyung,

I am in need of your legal expertise regarding a contract between my brother, Namjoon and Hoseok. This contract is in relation to both the ownership and transference of ownership of the goddess Persephone. I know your duties in the Plane of Judgment keep you busy. However, as Lord of this Realm I am requesting your immediate assistance. Please show this letter to the three judges so that they will release you to my care as soon as possible.

His Infernal Lordship,

Min Yoongi

There. Yoongi sat the letter on the edge of his desk. He tapped his fingers a few times; feeling twitchy, he stood up. He looked out the window and across the Desert of Sorrow. How could things change so much in a few short days? He wondered. He sighed and heard a knocking at the door. He knew it was Lethe. Everyone in the palace had their own unique way of knocking on the door. “Enter.”

“M’Lord. I’ve brought some coffee for you as requested.”

“I didn’t request coffee this afternoon.” He said, turning around.

“You didn’t?” She responded, sounding confused. “I’m sorry m’Lord, the days are running together for me. You usually take coffee this time of day.”

Yoongi couldn’t help but have more patience with Lethe than the other servants. She actually tried and cared about people. “I do. Thank you.” He walked over and took the cup. “Ahh...an excellent brew.”

“Thank you sir.” Lethe slowly took her time gathering the tray in the hopes Lord Yoongi might ask her about….

“Persephone? Did you get a chance to check on her?” He asked, sipping the coffee.

“I did. I bandaged her hands up and got all the blood out of her dress. Speaking of...are you still wearing a bloody shirt?” She asked, suddenly examining Yoongi’s tunic and getting closer to him.

“Aish, it’s nothing. I’ll just throw it away.” He waved her concerns off.

“Sir, you shouldn’t wear bloodstained clothing around, It isn’t befitting of royalty.” Lethe was aghast. To her shock he just started laughing.

“It’s fine. Really. Royalty is a bit far reaching. It’s not like we keep a Court or anything. They just needed to make sure someone keeps Tartarus in check and hides the dead bodies. This isn’t fancy like the Athenian court. Blood stained tunics and barefoot goddesses are allowed here.”

“Whatever you say, you are of course the Lord. But, I do think you should change clothes before you see Lady Persephone again.”

Yoongi sighed, turning to face the window, and said quietly. “Ahhh she doesn’t want to see me so I don’t think that will be a problem.”

Lethe quietly clicked her tongue.

Yoongi straightened up, shaking his bangs out of his face. He turned to face Lethe, “Why did she say something about me?” He tried to play it cool, but he was falling straight into Lethe’s trap.

“As I said, you should change into a clean shirt.” And with that Lethe left Yoongi’s office with a smile playing across her lips. Someone was going to help these two clueless kids out. For better or worse, if there was one thing the Athenian Court had taught her, it was this: a simple word dropped here, an insinuation there, and boom; there was always a result.

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You laid on your bed for a while. Did Yoongi like you? Did you like Yoongi? You did like him. But did you like, like him? Did you want to leave? Did you want to stay? How long did you want to stay? Why were your powers being crazy? Could you control your powers? Ughhhh you wanted to scream. There was too much to think about. You got up off the bed. A week ago your biggest concern was Hoseok and his friends trampling over your flowers. You decided to get out of your room for a while and hopefully not run into anybody. You still had a lot to think about.

You walked out and went to the right, down to the garden door. To your pleasant surprise most of the garden was still intact. You hadn't been actively supporting it these past few days, wanting to check the soil composition. If what you read earlier was true and the volcanic ash was fertile, there was no reason why you couldn’t transfer some of it to here and other places in the Underworld to support a self-sustaining habitat. You smiled a bit while nerding out over the plants. You wanted to regrow the Chrysanthemums but you were afraid it might hurt your hands again. You frowned, looking down at the bandages.

You heard the door open and cringed slightly, you had come here to be alone. But when you turned around, you couldn’t help but smile. Yoongi walked down the few steps and onto the grass. He was holding a book and wearing a white shirt for a change.

“Hey.” he said. “I thought you would be in your room resting so I thought I’d bring you this exciting book, Ancient Chthonic Botany. To help you sleep.” He held up the book you had been reading earlier.

You walked over, “Thank you.” You took it. “But this will actually keep me up all night.” He likes you, you heard Lethe’s voice replay in your head. You suddenly blushed, having used the phrase up all night and feeling very embarrassed suddenly.

Yoongi didn’t seem to notice. It seemed as though even though he was physically there, mentally he was somewhere else. “How are your hands?” He asked, casually putting his hands into his pockets.

“They hurt. I wanted to fix my flower bushes, but I’m afraid of my wounds ripping open so I won’t.” You pouted. To your surprise, he didn’t react. “I like that shirt on you. I didn’t know you owned anything that wasn’t black.” You teased.

Yoongi sighed, ignoring your compliment. “I wrote the letter to Taehyung. I’m going to give it to Charon tonight.”

You thought he was going to wait a few days. He had just told you a few hours ago it would take days. You look up at him. “I thought you said it would take a few days. You just skipped a reaping.”

He shook his leg slightly, and looked away. Finding a very interesting spot in the grass to stare at. “Yes well, you said earlier that you want to get out of here, so that’s the fastest way I know how to do it.” He sounded slightly irritated.

“I’m sorry about earlier.” You said, walking closer. “I was freaked out about my hands and not wanting to hurt people. That’s the only reason. It doesn’t have anything to do with you. I just...I don’t like feeling like I’m not in control of my powers. I’m afraid I’m going to hurt you again or hurt Lethe and I just wouldn’t be able to forgive myself.”

Yoongi didn’t really respond to what you said, rocking back his heels. He continued to speak to the grass. “So. Yeah. The letter is all written out. I don’t know how many days it will take for him to respond. But we’ll get it figured out.” He firmly pressed his lips together, looked back up at you, and gave you a dismissive smile, turning to leave.

He was pulling away from you, you realized. After what you said earlier. You reached out and put your hand on his arm. “Yoongi?”

“Don’t.” You heard him say quietly. “Please. Just. Don’t make this harder.” He looked down and pulled back.

“Yoongi? Are you listening to me at all?” you asked, closing the space between the two of you. You put your hand on his cheek and gently lifted his head, encouraging him to look up at you. He immediately averted his gaze. “Hey, I’m sorry for what I said earlier. I didn’t mean it like I wanted to leave you. Is that what you’re upset about? You can tell me.” You tried to stay calm even though your heart was beating out of your chest. Yoongi didn't respond, instead opting to chew on the side of his cheek, but at least he wasn’t trying to walk away from you anymore. “I meant what I said on the beach. I like it here. I like spending time with you. Ok?”

He nodded his head, but you felt like he still wasn’t listening to you.

“Yoongi, why aren’t you talking to me?” You asked him, becoming worried.

“...I just...I can’t right now. There are things I want to say and shouldn’t. I don’t want to bother you. This was a stupid idea.” He mumbled and started to leave again.

“I like you. Like. I really really like you. Please, just talk to me. You’re not bothering me.” You blurted out.

Yoongi froze. Had he heard you correctly? He had come here to tell you that he liked you. That he couldn’t stand the thought of you leaving him and that he had been practicing what to say the entire way over here. Then, when he saw you, he froze. You had looked so pretty standing there, in your own element. There was no way someone like you, so beautiful and alive, would want to stay down here with him. So he abandoned that plan. Opting instead to completely shut you out to make the inevitable less painful on himself. But, what now? He slowly turned back around.

“I’m sorry. I must have misheard you.”

“Seriously?” You sighed. “I like you. Like if this was Earth I would ask you out on a date. I think that’s a thing humans do? So please, don’t be upset with me, and stop shutting me out.”

Yoongi blinked a few times. “Are you being serious right now?”

You were becoming impatient. “Do you need me to say it three times? Does it like, lift a curse or something if I do?” You walked closer to him. “I. Like. You. Believe me you weirdo.”

A smile crossed Yoongi’s face. “I”m sorry, I just couldn’t believe you. I like you too.”

You gently sat the book down on the grass and wrapped your arms around his waist. Leaning up against his chest. Yoongi stood there for a second, confused at how this was all happening, but very glad all the same. He returned the embrace. “Sooo….would you like to go on a date tomorrow?” You heard his deep voice ask. You took a deep inhale of his scent and then giggled.

“A date? Where? I thought you said there wasn’t much to do down here.”

“It’s either a yes or a no.” He teased, suddenly sounding much more like the Yoongi you had grown to care for these past few days.

“Of course it’s a yes. I just said I wanted to take you on a date.” You responded, gently pulling away to pick the book back up.

He walked over to the exit, “Good. Well.” He stood thoughtful by the door. “I’m still going to send the letter to Taehyung. It’s not right that your brother and Namjoon are treating you like property when you’re not.”

“Thank you Yoongi.” You said. Feeling shy. “For everything.”

He raised his eyebrows and walked back over to you. He swiped his tongue across his bottom lip. He took your hand and gently pressed his lips against your knuckles and then let go. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You felt like you were on fire suddenly. Where had this flirt come from?

Yoongi walked out of the garden feeling the best he had in centuries. He ran a hand through his hair and headed off to gather his letter to Taehyung. You didn’t belong to anybody. Not Namjoon, not Hoseok, and not to him. A gummy smile formed on his face. He had a date tomorrow with a Goddess. Who liked him. Today was a good day. NEXT CHAPTER

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autumnsart22 · 3 years

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Oikawa x reader ch. 7

Longer chapter today, sorry! I just couldn’t stop writing this scene 😫

“Y/n, come on!” Kindaichi jabbed me in the side.

“Ow!” I said, punching him. “I don’t want to go!”

“But it’s tradition,” Hanamaki said, coming up on my other side.

I groaned. The idea of going to a mall arcade with 12 teenage boys and me as the only female might have been appealing to some girls, but not to me. When Kindaichi had asked if I was going yesterday after the practice game, I had almost immediately said no. But apparently, it was Seijoh’s tradition to go out and celebrate after every practice game we won.

“Come on Iwa, tell her!”

I glanced up to see Oikawa and Iwaizumi approaching, Oikawa’s knee was in a brace, but he wasn’t limping as badly as yesterday. The doctors had apparently given him a good amount of pain medication, but I hoped he wasn’t pushing himself too hard. I knew that despite my words yesterday, he still was disappointed in himself for not finishing up the game, but that wasn’t an excuse to keep hurting himself.

“Tell her what?” Oikawa stopped in front of us, a hand on his hip.

Yahaba smacked me across the head lightly as he spoke. “We’re trying to get her to come to the arcade with us.”

I rubbed my head, glaring. “And I told you, I have no interest in spending the afternoon with losers like the Aoba Johsai volleyball club.” I grinned wickedly, and Oikawa placed an offended hand on his chest.

“Who else would you spend the afternoon with? Karasuno?”

I rolled my eyes, but I was suddenly getting accusatory glares from all the boys.

In truth, I actually had been planning on hanging out with Karasuno, but there was no way I was admitting that. “How long are we going to be out?” I asked in a resigned tone.

“A few hours, usually.” Iwaizumi said with a pitying look. “We usually go at 12--”

“You can ride with me!” Oikawa interrupted, throwing an arm around me. I shrugged him off and raised my eyebrows.

“Iwa literally lives down the block from me, so I can just ride with him. You’d just be going out of your way.” I glanced at Iwaizumi. “If that’s ok?”

The ace nodded, his eyes shifting to Oikawa who looked a little put out.

“You’re so mean, Y/n-chan! You never want to spend time with me!” Oikawa complained.

I grinned and poked him in the shoulder. “Maybe it’s because you’re such a baby.”

That night, I called Kiyoko. I felt like I hadn’t seen her in ages, even though it had only been a week. I told her that I would have to come to the Karasuno sleepover a bit later than I expected, but I would still make it. Hopefully two teams in one day wouldn’t be too much for my poor mental state to handle.

I wanted to tell Kiyoko everything about Oikawa and the team, how I finally felt like I belonged at Aoba Johsai, but at the same time, I felt like a traitor. It was stupid and irrational, especially since she had been the one to tell me to become Seijoh’s manager, but we were no longer directly involved in each others day to lives. It made me upset, but I vowed that I would have her meet my new team as soon as possible.

The next day, Iwaizumi pulled up in front of my house in his huge black pickup truck at exactly 12. My mom, reading through paperwork at her desk by the front window, stared at the intimidating vehicle in mild confusion or disgust, but I thought it was hilarious.

I snatched my purse from the kitchen table, stuffing my phone in my pocket, and then I ran out the door to meet Iwa. As I jogged up the passenger seat, I blinked in surprise to see Oikawa already seated there.

As I crawled into the backseat, I asked, “What are you doing here?”

“I slept over at Iwa-chan’s house. Is that a crime?”

“Nope. You just stole my seat.”

He reclined his seat all the way back until it was resting on my lap, and I could barely move. “Oikawa!”

He grinned up at me, poking my cheek. “You’re so cute, Y/n-chan!”

I rolled my eyes and stuck out my tongue. “Will you get up?”

“Honestly, I’m pretty comfortable here.”

“Ughhhh.”

Iwaizumi gave me an “I’m so sorry” look, and punched Oikawa. “Get your ass off her, Shittykawa.”

The two argued the whole way to the arcade, which was around a fifteen minute drive, and Iwaizumi almost hit Kunimi pulling into the parking lot because he was too busy trashing Oikawa.

The rest of the team was already waiting by the entrance of the mall by the time we all walked up, and they greeted me with just as much excitement as the two boys. I got swept into a tide of Watari, Matsuwaka, and Kindaichi, who literally dragged me through the glass doors of the mall and towards the arcade. I could hear pounding music and flashing lights coming from within, and I sighed, resigning myself to a long day.

The arcade was huge, way bigger than I expected. Every arcade game I could have imagined was there, ranging from the Jurassic park shooting games, to classic pac man, to car racing, each one flashing dizzyingly in the darkness.

“Usually we play to see who can get the most tickets,” Kindaichi practically yelled over the music. I nodded to signal that I understood, and followed them through a maze of games to the race car driving. There were exactly four seats, and it didn’t take long for us to get into a violent competition of racing.

I ended up winning three out of the four games we played, boasting a huge handful of tickets by the end. The three boys were shocked, but I had Tanaka and Nishinoya to blame. Over the course of two years, I had probably played the game at least a thousand times with them, giving me quite the edge.

My eyes were burning from staring at the screen for so long, so I quickly excused myself to go to the bathroom. Almost instantly, I was lost in the maze of games and darkness, completely turned around by the dozens of blinking screens.

“Are you lost?” An unfamiliar voice asked from behind me, and I turned. A tall guy with dyed blonde hair and dark undercut and earrings looked down at me, smirking. He wore a white t-shirt and black sweats.

“Oh, uh...yeah I am actually. Do you know where there’s a bathroom--”

“What’s your name? You’re pretty cute.”

As the guy spoke, I noticed he had a tongue piercing.

“Um-”

“There you are Y/n.” I felt relief pierce me like a knife as I turned to see Oikawa and Iwaizumi prowling towards me, both of their eyes spelling out literal death for the guy still standing behind me, a little too close.

“Is this guy bothering you?” Iwaizumi looked down at me, face blank.

Oikawa wasn’t as subtle. His arm slid around my waist, tugging me into the protective shelter of his side. He had a truly terrifying smile on his face as he glared at the blonde guy, daring him to say something.

“It’s ok. He was just leaving.” I tried to say, but Oikawa was suddenly leaning forward, a look of delight crossing his face.

“Wait a minute...You’re Terushima Yūji, captain of Johzenji high volleyball club, aren’t you?

I blinked, looking back at the guy. Captain of Johzenji volleyball club? Karasuno had played Johzenji a few times in the past, and as I stared at the guy in front of me, I felt a vague sense of recognition.

Terushima smirked, not looking very intimidated by Oikawa or Iwaizumi. “Wow, I guess I must be popular. And wait, let me guess...hurt knee, annoying attitude--you must be Oikawa Toru from Aoba Johsai.”

Before Oikawa could respond, Terushima’s gaze was moving back to me. “But the better question is, who is she? She’s very…” His eyes trailed slowly down my body, and he smirked wider.

I felt Oikawa tense up so hard, I was sure he was trying to hold himself back. I turned to look at him, my hand wrapping around his shirt. “Oikawa,” I whispered, tugging. “It’s fine, seriously.”

Iwaizumi was who I didn’t count on. The wing spiker shoved Terushima so hard, the other boy almost fell on his ass. “Get the fuck out of here, you disgusting piece of shit. If you ever talk to her like that again, I will personally beat the fuck out of you.”

I had never heard Iwa so angry. Terushima glared, but he seemed to realize that Iwa and Oikawa were ready to fight, and he was outnumbered. Instead, he grinned and flipped Iwaizumi off.

“I look forward to seeing you all at the next game.” He winked at me before turning and sauntering away.

It took almost a full five minutes for Oikawa to relax and let go of me. I tried to tell both him and Iwa that I was totally fine, that Terushima hadn’t even done anything that bad, but they continued to look murderous. I was almost afraid that they would go after the captain of Johzenji the second I let them out of my sight, so instead I tried to distract them.

“Oikawa, hey! It’s fine! We’re at an arcade, so can we please play some games?”

They finally agreed, and we all set up in front of one of the zombie shooting games. I usually wasn’t particularly good at them, and this time was no exception. Iwaizumi ended up getting the most points, Oikawa close behind him, but I barely even killed two zombies. My failure seemed to cheer up Oikawa, who went back to his typical annoying self, poking fun at me as usual.

“You’re terrible at this, Y/n-chan!” He mocked, putting down his gun. Iwaizumi put in a few coins to start up another round, and Oikawa moved behind me, arms wrapping around my shoulders, my back suddenly flat against his chest. His hands were almost twice the size of my own as they guided me to the proper position to hold the plastic gun.

“Wha--” I stuttered, brain short circuiting at the setter’s sudden proximity.

“You hold it here, and move around like this,” he said in my ear, breath washing across my neck. I felt like my face was on fire, and I was sure that if anyone saw me, they’d think I was a tomato who had come to life and started speaking.

A zombie jumped out, and Oikawa’s arms tensed around me as he fired the fake gun at the screen. I could barely focus, far too aware of his chin hovering just over my shoulder, his arms around my torso, and his hands tight on mine. I felt like I could melt right there.

The game was one of the longest five minutes of my life, but also ended far too soon. Before I knew it, Iwazumi was slamming down his gun in defeat and turning to Oikawa. I felt the heat of Seijoh’s captain pull away as he dropped his arms and stepped back, and I let out a breath that I didn’t even know I was holding.

I turned around, heart still racing, but Oikawa was already moving towards another game. It didn’t mean anything. I had to remember that.

I stood in front of the claw machine, arms crossed and pouting. I had already wasted half my coins on the stupid thing, trying to get a sweet blue whale stuffed animal that rested in the corner of the box, but it looked like it was impossible.

“You still didn’t get it?” Iwa asked from the air hockey table, where he played viciously against Kunimi.

I glared at him. “No need to sound so condescending!”

“Move, I’ll get it for you.” Oikawa came up and shoved me out of the way, and I made a noise of indignation.

“You don’t have to--”

But he was already shoving coins into the slot, smirking at me. “Watch the master, new girl.”

I sighed, rolling my eyes. But as I watched Oikawa manipulate the level, I practically leapt out of my skin from excitement. Hands against the glass, I simultaneously watched the claw as it moved across the box, positioning over the whale, and also Oikawa’s concentrated face. I had only ever seen him get this serious during a volleyball game.

The claw descended, wrapping around the whale with a precarious grip on its tail. My eyes were wide as it got closer, closer, and--

The whale dropped into the box, and Oikawa handed it to me, a proud and smug smile on his face. I let out a cry of delight, abandoning any pretense as I flung my arms around his neck. I couldn’t see his face, but he hugged me back tightly.

“Thank you so much Oikawa, I love it,” I said, pulling away.

He grinned.. “I have one condition: you have to name him after me.”

“What?! How do you know it’s a boy?”

He crossed his arms, raising his eyebrows.

“Fine, Tooru the whale it is.” I hugged the stuffy tightly, not noticing Oikawa’s cheeks get red in the darkness of the arcade.

“Wait one sec.” The setter whipped out his phone and held it up, and I had just enough time to hold up my stuffed animal and smile widely before the camera flashed and the picture was taken.

“You’re so cute, Chibi-chan!” Oikawa said, holding out the phone. In the photo, I smiled widely and happily, Oikawa’s head resting against mine as he held up a peace sign. Of course, Oikawa looked far better than me, but there was no use complaining about that.

“Wanna play the dance battle game?” I asked, noticing it as we walked back towards where the rest of the team was.

Seijoh’s setter looked down at me. “Are you ready to be destroyed?”

“Ha! As if.”

“I guess we’ll have to see then.”

I laughed, setting down Tooru the whale and my purse off to the side. “What song do you want?”

I didn’t know many of the options, so Oikawa picked Five More Hours by Deorro and Chris Brown, an American dance song.

The arrows began to flash on the screen, and Oikawa and I both furiously began to jump on the arrows, probably looking ridiculous. The song was fast paced and I was completely out of breath from laughing. By the end, I abandoned all attempts of getting the right arrows, and just danced around to the beat of the music, watching Oikawa crush the game. How was he so good looking while dancing to such a ridiculous song?

“Wow Oikawa, I think you should look into becoming a professional dancer!” Hanamaki yelled, standing a few feet away with his phone out, filming us, the rest of the team behind him. I almost immediately became embarrassed, but Oikawa clearly revelled in the attention.

He flipped off Hanamaki before turning to me with a wide smile. Before I could stop him, he grabbed me around the waist, holding one of my hands up so we were dancing together, abandoning the game completely.

I laughed in delight as the beat dropped and we both started jumping around crazily like idiots. Oikawa still held my hands, but my overwhelming happiness pushed the embarrassment aside.

When the song finally ended, I collapsed in a fit of giggles. Oikawa was laughing and panting, leaning against the railing for support, while the rest of the team clapped and whooped. I stepped off the raised floor of the game, stumbling over to the rest of the team where they slapped me on the back. I cringed; their slaps were unbelievably hard from volleyball.

“Hanamaki, send me that video,” Oikawa said, joining us over by the basketball game.

“I’m hungryyyy,” Kunimi complained.

Iwaizumi crossed his arms. “Me too. Want to go to the food court?”

“I’ll join guys,” Watari said, and Kindaichi, Kunimi, and Kyōtani nodded, all of them agreeing that they were ready for food. Yuda, Sawauchi, and Shido all wanted to play another round of motorcycle racing, so I was left alone again with Oikawa.

Neither of us were hungry, so instead we headed to the photobooth which sat by the door of the arcade. I didn’t really like getting my picture taken, since I always seemed to look awkward and terrible, but Oikawa insisted.

“As our new manager, you need a picture with your captain, obviously.”

I gave him a look. “Do you just have a wall of photo booth pictures with all the managers of Aoba Johsai over the years?”

Oikawa smirked, tapping me on the nose. “Nope, you’re the first one.”

“I’m honored.”

The booth was very small, and Oikawa’s legs were scrunched up as we squeezed next to each other on the bench. I tried to ignore the fact that we were completely wedged next to each other, with me practically in his lap.

He clicked the screen, and a countdown started, and I stuck out my tongue. The second picture we both smiled widely, and the third we made weird faces at the camera.

In the fourth and final picture, I turned to Oikawa and kissed him on the cheek.

It was completely random, a spontaneous burst of courage, and before I could really think about it, the camera had clicked and the picture was taken.

We climbed out of the booth, my face hot. Oikawa scooped up the two printed sheets of photos, handing one to me. He looked completely delighted as he stared down at them, which only made me blush more. Just friends.

“What time is it?” I murmured aloud, realizing I hadn’t checked my phone in a while. Tugging it from my bag, I choked. It was already 4:15, and Kiyoko, Daichi, and Tanaka had called me a total of 11 times.

I quickly clicked Kiyoko’s name, turning from Oikawa without an explanation. “Hey Kiyoko! I’m so sorry, I lost track of time. I’m about to leave the arcade and get an Uber, so I’ll probably be there in like twenty minutes.”

“It’s totally fine, we were just worried about if you had died or something.” Kiyoko said, a smile in her voice.

I heard Tanaka in the background of the call. “Is that Y/n? Tell her to get the fuck over here!”

“Ok, I’ll see you soon!” I said, and clicked end on the call.

“You have to leave?” Oikawa asked. Was I imagining that he looked a little put out?

“Yeah, I’m going to run and catch an Uber,” I said, pulling the app up on my phone.

“I’ll walk you out.”

“It’s fine--”

He flicked me on the shoulder. “Let’s go.”

The sun was starting to set and a purple sheen passing over the sky, but the mall was still busy, late night shoppers just beginning their trips. I carried my stuffed animal in one arm, my purse in the other, the photobooth picture stuffed into one of the pockets for safe keeping.

We stopped at the curb, and I turned to Oikawa. “Thank you for today. I actually had a lot of fun.”

“Aw, Y/n-chan, no need to thank me. We should do it again sometime.”

“After we win the next practice game?”

“Well--”

At that moment, the Uber pulled up next to us, and I stepped off the curb towards it.

“Talk more later ok? I’ll see you Tuesday, Oikawa!” I smiled brightly and waved before stepping into the car.

Chapter 6

Chapter 8

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kuroosweakness · 3 years

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Hi Lia! Hope you are doing well. I don't know if you are taking requests at the moment, but before I blabber out anything let me just tell you that your blog is one of my comfort blogs, like whenever I feel dejected (which is often), I just come to your Kuroo writings and get a fresh dose of serotonin, endorphins, oxytocin, dopamine, no matter how many times I re-read them.

Okay so here's the thing! It's kind of comfort/self-indulgent of sorts. So, like the scenario is that the reader is insecure that maybe they are too smart, studious/nerdy and independent for Kuroo. Like normally they are indifferent and doesn't even bother what is happening around, but at times they feel slightly sad when all the girls flock around Kuroo, to help them with studies or any other tasks. They know very well that some of them purposely come to him to see him and to spend time with him (Like he is so charismatic!!). But Kuroo being a sweet and helpful senior can never deny them. So reader has thoughts like "I wish I were dumb and stupid", which of course somehow Kuroo gets to know and consoles them. Like you know saying stuff like "I love your beautiful mind", "only you can find the stupid faults in my pickup lines", "genuinely laugh at my chemistry jokes", "you are my partner-in-crime" etc etc.

Feel free to shorten this request and add more characters if you feel like, as per your convenience but I am not over with my rant yet. I hope you won't mind, I just needed to vent out.

So basically the thing is I am a NERD and there are many reasons on why I love Kuroo but most importantly I feel like I could have mentally stimulating conversations with him since he is an officially recognized chem dork by the fandom. And um since I am passionate about chemistry along with every other subject under the sky (Nerd things, yeah!), so you know. But usually in most of the fics it is shown that the reader is not good at studies, and asks him for help and him being cheeky, and helping the reader out by tutoring them, like nothing wrong in that but at times I feel left out because I honestly don't need any help with my homework or any tutoring in study dates. I am at top of my work even though I procrastinate a lot. How about discussing cool stuff about the subjects that we study over such sessions? Another pathetic thing that I have observed is this disastrous pick up line used in Kuroo fics (I am sorry if you have ever mentioned it or liked it. I don't mean to hurt you) is that - "Are you a compound made up of Beryllium and Barium because you are a total BaBe"..... Like ughhhh give me a break! Beryllium and Barium have the same oxidation state of +2 , so they can't really combine to form a compound duhhh!!! Or maybe I don't know, probably Kuroo won't like a smart or studious s/o?

Anyways, I am sorry if I wasted your time and thank you if you read all of it. Sending you loads of love and take no stress. You have the complete liberty to not write this request and if you choose to write this then thank you so much <3 <3

omg hi there! i get where you're coming from!! and to answer your question, he'd most definitely love having a nerdy s/o who'll geek out over things that stimulates his brain! to be able to have complex talks and arguments with you is one of his favorite past times :) he'll talk about the things that he wonders about to you and whenever he comes across a trick question/puzzle, he'll go to you like "can you figure this out? i've been stuck on it for ages!"

and if you figure it out easily, he'll be dumbfounded ahahha

i'm very very glad that this is a comfort blog for you :' in all honesty, it's a comfort blog for me too. it feels wonderful to be able to have a platform where i can share my thoughts and interact with others who have the same ideas

about the scenario, i'd be happy to write it! but firstly, do not ever wish you're dumb and dependent >:( whaaa the things i'd trade for your brain???

- your independence and intelligence are traits that kuroo looks up to. although you're already his s/o, your independence gives him chances to seek your attention and love, all while having the reassurance that you love him already. he can have fun teasing you and chasing after you for affection, all while knowing he'll get the love back!

i don't know if this is making sense lol but kuroo wouldn't fall behind or cling onto you, instead find his own ways to turn your independence into something he finds a lot of joy in. and also because he's quite independent and busy himself, he totally understands you!

and yes, there will most likely be a flock of girls (and guys 👀) lined up outside his door to spend time with him (kuroo and his charismatic charms that are too good for their own sake) he makes it quite clear that's he's already taken and has zero interest in them besides helping out! but also, getting other peoples' attention does feel good, so his schedule involves a lot of tutoring and helping others.

except it's not a pretty sight when you walk into the library where you're supposed to meet him, and see the close proximity between him and the girl he's "tutoring"

who said that he doesn't need your help?? help goes both ways!! kuroo would go to you and seek your help and attention :) and also because he likes to have an excuse to spend time with you, all while understanding the concepts he's been struggling with!

if you ever have those "i wish i was dumb and stupid" thoughts, (which 1. you should literally NEVER BE HAVING) then kuroo would likely notice *somehow*

idk it's like his 6th sense...to connect actions and facial expressions with thoughts. he'll teasingly tell you "if you didn't have that brain and personality of yours, who'll i go to for help? you're supposed to be my plan A here"

no but seriously, what'll he ever do without you? you're making him feel *negative feelings* when you have those thoughts!

and so the conversation will turn into him covering your face in small kisses. he'll hold the sides of your face and stare at the top of your head, saying something ridiculous like "i'd kiss your brain too if i could"

and of course, you'll nudge him and he'll laugh.

you're genuinely the only one he loves giving those pick-up lines and complex jokes, mostly because 1. he loves your laugh 2. you're the only one who understands! you two will have many, many inside jokes that no one else knows about, and he thinks that's special

also, less and less girls will start going to him for help after he keeps dropping those "yeah no problem...review on monday? sorry 'bout that, i'm hanging out with my s/o that day"

or "oh, it's okay to not understand this. i didn't know what was going on until my s/o taught it to me"

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YES having mentally stimulating conversations with him!!!! deep talks!! not only would you be able to have deep and complex convos with him, but also light hearted ones about movie characters, songs...he's a very open-minded person and that's what i love about him :'

how. are. you. so. smart. and. on. top. of. things. gimme ur skills and motivations D:

although you don't need tutoring on study dates, kuroo would search up difficult problems that requires a lot of critical thinking and *poof* hopefully, you'll be stuck and he'll feel all proud for knowing something you don't (bonk him on the head for me)

but if you do figure it out, he'll be like o_o the whole rest of the study date

RIGHT !! BaBe does not work together lollll (omg i've never thought about their oxidation states :0) but it's still a cute joke in a way :)

but yeah, i don't like those scientific jokes very much either. they get old after a while D:

if kuroo ever drops that joke on you, tell him to do better and he'll laugh and walk away, later trying to think of a better and accurate one

wdym kuroo won't like a studious s/o ?!!!! OF COURSE HE WOULD

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no time wasted here! :) i hope my insights and thoughts were good enough because i didn't really do much writing :'D again, kuroo would be head over heels for you. *sends a handful of love and me and my neighborhood stray cat that reminds me of kuroo* <33

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