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#while becoming a doctor is unbelievable and im so happy
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BTS reaction : when you tell them you're pregnant
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NAMJOON
You come back home from work to see your husband waiting for you on the couch, "Hi baby" you excitedly walked over to him but frown when you see his serious face.
"When are you going to tell me?" "Tell you what?" "That you're pregnant" "YOU FOUND OUT!!! I SWEAR TO GOD IM SENDING JIMIN TO THE DEPTHS OF HELL I TOLD HIM NOT T-" you cut short your sentence as he rose up from his seat gave you a small smile as you looked up at him as he basically towered over you. "Why wasn't I supposed to know?" he looked down at you curiously.
You pouted and started sulking in the corner of couch whispering that you wanted to surprise him but he ruined it for you. He chuckles before pulling you into a hug "You know, surprise or not, I'm over the moon today and do you think the tiny shoes I brought yesterday would fit our baby. I'm gonna go shopping tomorrow-" " calm down mr.kim we still haven't even completed 2 months yet"
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JIN
He was frozen at his place as he couldn't believe what you just said. Tiny tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as he felt so overwhelmed. He then hugged tightly, so tightly that you felt like you would suffocate.
"I'm so happy, I can't believe we are going to be parents, this is unbelievable" he then started crying loudly because of the happiest announcement he just got. After calming down a bit, he gave a long loving kiss until it was ruined by the other members coming in by shouting "WAH JIN HYUNG IS BECOMING A DAD" "JIN HYUNG CONGRATULATIONS"
You looked up at him as he gave you one last kiss before going to join the boys
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YOONGI
Yoongi turned his head to his door squeaking open and found you poking your head inside, he smiles a little before motioning you to come in and pats his thigh basically telling you to sit on his lap.
"Babe I wanna tell you something" "What is it princess?" you bit on your lip nervously, noticing your nervousness he lifted your head with a finger "Come on princess!! Don't be nervous" "I-I'm pregnant" he was silent for sometime.
He then suddenly lifted you up and started spinning you "I'm gonna be a fucking dad princess, I'm so happy" kissing you sweetly "I love you princess."
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HOSEOK
"Happy Birthday love" You said as you hugged your husband, "Thank you my love" he gives you a forehead kiss for which he received some 'eww's from the members (not like he cares)
You handed him a big box as he eyed at the pink ribbon tied on it. he carefully untied the ribbon and opened the box, seeing a hoodie on top he took it but also noticed a small hoodie under the bigger one. He took it out, and stared at it before realizing what it, he jumped up shockingly. "YOU'RE PREGNANT?"
Not even giving you time to nod, he started running around holding onto the little pink hoodie like his life depended on it. "I'm gonna be dad!!!"
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JIMIN
You heard Jimin running down the stairs while screaming your name "WHAT?" , "YOU'RE PREGNANT?" he asked with doe eyes as he held the pregnancy stick in his hand which had two bright lines. Widening your eyes you finally revealed "Y-Yes" "IM GONNA BE DAD Y/N, IM GONNA BE DAD"
Tears welled up his eyes as he hugged you tightly, kissing you over and over again. He cupped your cheeks and said "I love you princess, I even love the kid that's growing in your tummy, I can't wait to buy all the things and prepare the nursery-" "Babe, babe not so early first we gotta go to the first doctor check up"
Taehyung
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TAEHYUNG
You felt a hand comforting your back as you both patiently waited for the test to come out. You bit your lips anxiously as you heard the alarm tick indicating that it was time to check. You eyed your husband before he said "Princess its fine if we don't get the positive result now, we can always try again"
As you picked up the pregnancy stick you saw that it had two lines, you gasped as you both were at the verge of tears. You and your husband were trying for a baby from a long time and now that you're finally having a baby, you both were over the moon
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JUNGKOOK
You had been feeling nauseous from many days, and you also had terrible mood swings. You had booked a doctor's appointment just to make sure you were correct.
Few weeks later you and your husband were chilling on the couch when you got a mail, Jungkook opened the file as he looked at for seconds before realizing that it was your reports, he ran back to you with wide eyes, "Babe you're pregnant" he sounded so overjoyed at the news he started jumping around.
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goldenlaquer · 11 months
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all im asking for is soft(ish) seiji taking care of you while your sick 😤
Asked, received 😔Talk about being vulnerable 😭 baby ur going to be a victim
Or just, maybe though. Mayybeeee you’re a lil’ sluggish— y’know, just a tad bit exhausted and a pinch achey, maybe a bit too uncomfortably warm but not quite yet sick— just wanna get through the day like normal and not make a fuss about it to anyone who cares about you because you don’t want to be a burden. Just becoming dizzier and dizzier, no longer being able to hold your chin up without feeling like you have a rock for a head, leaning your face to the side so no one is still any wiser to your misery. And then relief, from a mercifully cool touch propping up your heavy forehead, making your drooping eyes blearily flutter and try to focus on a familiar smiling mouth. It’s Seiji, peering down at your face, the back of his hand pressing against burning skin.
Ara, he says, hand lingering, assessment turning into an almost caress, must be happy to see me.
And, Here, candy as a reward for waiting for me— doctor’s orders. Mm, what a good girl!
You’re sick-addled enough to obediently follow the cooing voice like a docile sheep, opening your mouth when a thumb urges down on your bottom lip, and in plops something sweet (and bitter?) melting on your tongue. And before you can raise any feeble objections, he’s turning his head and clucking his tongue like a hen, wagging a blaming finger at your once-oblivious companions (shame shame) for not noticing something so unbelievably obvious (...wouldn't even take a genius like me...!), a hint of impatient annoyance edging his usual flighty voice.
And then it’s his arm lightly brushing around your shoulders… kinda like a protective gesture, like he might carry you off, like he might steal you back to whatever hole he crawled from— and then he says it too, wondering aloud if you’re like this, he might just take up on the opportunity (what a grin, so nefarious, such villainy). It riles your companions like a charm, causes them to scowl and tell him to get his dirty mitts off of you, rushing towards you. And how easily he peels off, but not without a playful tussle to your head, mussing up hair, before looping away— and you don’t even know if that’s the sickness making you see it or just, him— but there is a moment, where he pauses and glances behind, and meets your eyes in that scene.
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ley-med · 3 years
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This is the strangest feeling.
I'm sitting here, studying as always (I actually do some studying between all the procrastination!) and with my head lost in my books or when I look at my board and see how much more topics to go, it appears as the neverending story it always is.
But then I take a breath and I think about next week... I will be done by then. Not just a small break between exams. Done.
I know it's not entirely true. I'm perfectly aware that I will be crushed with the amount of studying I will need to do in residency, and frankly, that's when "real life" begins. But that's 3 months away, and right now? That 3 months of complete freedom sounds like an eternity.
5 more days, and (if everything goes well) I'm becoming a newly hatched doctor. Absolutely surreal...
I can't wait to sleep.
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The Perfect White Flower--and Other Nonexistent Things
a/n YALL THIS IS PROBABLY DUMB BUT I HAD THIS IDEA ABOUT A HARRY STYLES X READER FIC THATS BASED ON THE PLOT OF JANE THE VIRGIN AND I WANTED TO WRITE IT SO BADLY I MADE THIS ACCOUNT
disclaimer--wont follow the show exactly 
Pairing: Harry Styles x latina! reader (a key factor of the show revolves around the lead being latina, and im latina and honestly love writing for us but anyone can still read and understand/hopefully enjoy and the fic doesn’t involve any physical descriptions:)) 
Series Summary: Y/n l/n has had the world figured out since she was a child. She won’t be a writer because it’s risky, she’ll just focus on school and becoming a teacher. She’s never been a child, because her mother had her at sixteen and hasn’t aged a single year since. That’s part of the reason the promise she made to her grandmother means so much to her--if she doesn’t have sex before marriage, her child will never have to grow up as quickly as she did. And Harry Styles is at the top of the world--his music has never been more successful, he has a lovely girlfriend, and he’s never been more in demand. He has everything in the world...except a child, and through a series of unbelievable events--y/n might be his only chance to have one. Ever. 
Chapter One Summary: Who knew getting a pap smear on two hours of sleep and three cups of coffee was as bad as having unprotected sex? 
There’s something dangerous about taking public transportation in LA. And no, I don’t mean it in the ‘there are bad people in the world’ type of way. I mean it in the ‘I live in one of the casual influencer, celebrity, tourist hubs of the world and each time I step onto the bus I find myself mesmerized by all the stories I see in them’ way. Kind of pathetic, I know, but sometimes a child with blonde pig tails or a woman streaming on instagram live will catch my eye and the urge to pull out my lap top and start something I’ll never finish. 
I know that writing isn’t some kind of disease. But I can’t let myself fall in love with it the way I want to. There’s nothing wrong with writing a short story or two, but trying to write a novel? That’s impractical. It will distract me from school, from the four year plan I’m almost done with.
Sighing, I brave taking at my surroundings. I deserve this today, after the anonymous, rude costumer at the hotel today, I need positivity. No one is particularly inspiring. The bus stops and I watch out the window. At first the crowd is ordinary, and then i see them...paparazzi. Flashing cameras from all angles, grown men violating all rules of personal space. It never sits right with me, but I guess it’s just part of living in LA. The bus starts moving again. When it stops again, I see even more paparazzis, but their cameras aren’t flashing. Good for whoever escaped that. 
The bus door opens and I snap my attention back to my computer screen. I rub my eyes as I stare at my word document. How is there more that needs to be edited? This professor is the harshest grader I’ve ever had, and my friend, Gisa, is kind for giving me even more notes. But I’m exhausted. Two tests and an essay due before 12:00. And it’s...11:38. Great--I have to upload it the second I’m at my doctor’s office and have WiFi again. 
I spend some time highlighting and rewording sentences, and once I’m done I reward myself with more people watching because I deserve it and I can’t fall asleep here. I’m kind of invested in the girl live streaming her bus ride...maybe she’ll say her instagram handle. 
But when I look up, she’s not on the bus anymore. Almost no one is. An elderly couple is sitting towards the back. A woman with a toddler sit two rows in front of me...and there’s now a man directly across from me. I blink for a moment, imagining a story for someone who’s face I can’t quite see beneath such dark sun glasses. His dark waves and strong jaw do most of the imagining for me--he deserves a mystery, a dramatic one with a happy ending and just enough romance to keep the people interested. A good romance, too--not too sappy. Enemies to lovers, maybe. A mysterious stranger that’s not really a stranger because something about him is just...familiar. 
He turns his head and I drop my gaze immediately. There’s no doubt he caught that, but I still pretend to edit the title of my essay. “You’ve been typing stubbornly since I first got on the bus.” There’s an accent--of course he’s english. But it’s more than that, I’ve heard that voice before. I’ve been...soothed by it. And--oh my god, I’m sitting across from Harry Styles.
Okay, don’t freak out. Don’t freak him out. He’s probably on here to escape the the whole ‘oh my god, you’re Harry Styles!’ thing.  
“What are you writing?” Harry Styles just spoke to me. I greeted my one direction poster every single day in middle school, and Harry Styles just spoke to me. Okay--relax, breathe--it’s only weird if you make it weird. 
There’s a kind of curt curiosity to his question. He could have been ruder, considering how blatantly I was staring at him. “I um...an essay.” I’m temped to turn the screen so that he can see I’m telling the truth. Though he wasn’t hostile, a part of me is paranoid that he thinks I am writing about him. It’s a fair assumption, for all he knows I’m drafting a tweet about who I saw on the bus this morning or preparing to send something in to some gossip girl-esque blog. “It’s due today at noon and normally I’m way more on top of things, but I had this last minute doctor’s appointment rescheduling because my usual doctor is out of town and--” I cut myself off before I can tell Harry Styles that I’m ovulating and that if I don’t go to my OBGYN now, I have to wait an entire month and I’ve already been off birth control longer than I’d like. I might not have actual sex in my near future, but my cramps have been extra terrible. “An essay, I just finished an essay.”
He nods once. Maybe he feels bad for so thoroughly startling me into such a rambling, because the corner of his mouth tilts upwards. A soft smile adds even more grace to his features, I focus on the dimple that appears in his cheek. “An aggravating essay, I take it, considering the death glares you’ve been giving your laptop screen.”
I smile at his polite humor. “It’s for the harshest grader on campus. She took three points off of my first essay freshman year because I spaced my bibliography wrong.” 
He cringes in sympathy. “Good luck.” 
“Thanks,” I hum, proud of myself for not letting him know that I know who he is. The bus stops, I can see my doctor’s office behind a few paparazzi. “This is my stop.” 
Harry nods once, ducking his head slightly. A tiny part of me feels sympathy for him; from what I’ve gathered, he genuinely loves his fans and the relationship they have, but it must be draining to never have a moment of privacy. Especially when it’s people who care more about selling your picture than your mental health. 
I linger on the bus’s step, watching the men with large cameras look around. “Excuse me, are you guys looking for Harry Styles?” Most of the men disregard me, but one looks at me. “I know he’s near here because I’m a really big fan and my friend just texted that she saw him.” This gets me the attention I wanted. “He’s at Northfield--a cafe like three blocks down. I just know that if she got a picture with Harry in like a magazine or something she’d totally lose it--in a good way, and she’s been having a bad time so if you see her can you try to make it happen? Knowing her she’ll be at his side, she’s blonde, shortish hair.” 
The men seem skeptical, but I guess they realize that this is the best lead they have. I think the fact that I gave a reason to justify selling Harry out for no reason helped. They disperse together, heading at least three blocks away from Harry. I don’t know if I’ve actually helped him, but I hope I have. 
“Essay girl.” I freeze, half cringing. Did he hear that? That’s embarrassing. I consider darting away, but decide that would just make me cringe more. So I turn on my heels. “You...you forgot your phone.” 
He just saved my life. “Thank you.” I take my phone from his outstretched hand, ignoring the slight thrill that runs through me when our fingers brush. “You’re my hero--the last thing I needed today was to run all over the city searching for my phone.” I finish the awkward admission with a partial laugh. 
“Least I could do,” he mumbles, “especially considering what you just did.” 
...He did see that. “Oh um--it was nothing, I just kind of made a connection and assumed the only reason you’d be on a public bus is because you were trying to avoid some things, and you make really great music and a lot of people happy, so you deserve that break.” Why does it feel like I’ve been talking forever? “Anyways, thanks for the whole phone thing, and I hope I got them off your tail.” 
My joke seems to somewhat land. His lips part, like he’s planning on saying something else. A timer on my phone interrupts him. I instinctually look down--great, the alarm on my phone warning me that I’m only ten minutes away from being late. “I’m late.” I turn towards the bus’s exit. “I gotta go, but thanks again, and I hope you have a good day.” 
I disappear after that, still not sure that that whole thing wasn’t some kind of hallucination. Did I just meet Harry Styles? He...he gave me my phone. Harry Styles has touched my phone. I can’t wait to tell Gisa, she’ll lose it.
I’m still thinking about Harry Styles when I finally reach my OBGYN’s office. When I get there, things are a lot more hectic than I thought they’d be. Many people crowd the waiting area and the receptionist’s desk is clearly understaffed. Two young girls are trying to address multiple upset pregnant women and take phone calls at the same time, all while practically buried in a sea pf paperwork. Wow, I didn’t realize that transferring was such chaos. One of the girls waves me over and barely checks my name before shoving a form towards me. I fill out as quickly as possible. 
 I upload my essay quickly after checking in. Who knows, maybe Harry Styles’s blessing will get me an A? A third person in scrubs emerges from the back after a moment and ushers me into a room. I tell myself to focus on going over the facts I need for the test I have to take in a little over an hour. Or to focus on the fact that I just met Harry Styles. But instead, I feel my heavy eyelids fall shut. 
I don’t know how long I sleep, but I know that I wake up during the middle of a doctor’s sentence, “...I know I’m not your usual, so I just want to make sure you’re comfortable.” 
“Hm...Yeah, yeah I’m comfortable.” She nods once, her wide eyes slightly red. “But I do have a class today in like an hour, so I was wondering if this was going to take longer because of the office’s move?” 
“Oh, no,” she shakes her head. “Just because Dr. Rodriguez gave us no notice before deciding that she no longer wanted to work here...or in the country. Or even live in the US, despite the fact that we just signed a lease on a place together...” Tears well in the stranger’s eyes, pity settles in my stomach. 
“That sounds incredibly complicated, I didn’t mean to rush you.” 
She blinks twice, her expression blanking as she fights against the pain of what’s clearly a terrible break up. “No, no--you have every right. Today is your day and if..honestly, if you’re strong enough to go to a class after this, and do what you’re about to do by yourself, then I’m strong enough to get through today.” 
Um...didn’t realize a pap smear counted as something that needs moral support, but I’ll chalk it up to her heightened emotions. “Thanks.” 
She snaps on her medical gloves. “No, thank you for your patience. Now lay down.” 
I do as told, preparing for a sensation I haven’t often experienced. A moment passes and I know she’s started. She’s moving away from me much faster than expected. Oh--I guess pap smears are a lot shorter than I expected. 
“That’s it?” 
“Yep,” she hums, pulling her gloves off. “Now just take it easy, and hydrate.”
Weird...but that’s like general doctor advice. “Thanks!” 
--
I’ve never wanted to keep a secret from Gisa, but sometimes I really regret telling her I met Harry Styles. It’s been almost a month and I find my mind wandering back to the moment in which our fingers brushed more than I should. Sometimes I let myself wonder what he might have said if my phone hadn’t rang. I was probably just imagining the way his lips parted, but my ind refuses to let it go. 
“...You know it’s kind of sad, I read an interview in which he spoke about the fact that he has some genetic condition that makes it hard to have kids. He has so many godchildren, and I feel like he’d make such a great father.” 
I try to keep up with Gisa’s words, but the dull ache in my head makes it feel so far away. “Yeah...he seemed really patient.” 
Gisa nods, turning to face me. “You alright, you’re looking kinda green?” 
“Yeah...” I reach for my canvas bag. “I think I just...I probably just need some water.” 
My hand grazes the metal of my water bottle and then the corners of my vision blur into blackness. I sway, Gisa’s hand is on my shoulder...and then it all goes black. 
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I sit uncomfortably on the hospital’s cot. Gisa is a traitor for telling my mom that I fainted. I knew she’d just drag me here--hispanic mothers, they either believe they can cure you with vic’s vapor rub or they want you in the ER. No in between. 
“I know you didn’t want another test, but you’ve been throwing up in the morning for days and now you’re fainting.” 
“Fainted,” I correct, “it happened once.” 
“C’mon, mija, it’s just one doctor’s appointment.” 
Speaking of, an ER nurse returns. “Fainting and nausea spells explained,” he says, glancing at his clipboard, “you’re pregnant.” 
My mom and I can’t help but exchange a look before bursting into laughter. Pregnant. If I’m pregnant then the second coming is here. “That’s impossible, I’m a virgin.” 
He glances at my mom, “maybe we should have this conversation in private.” 
“No, what you say in front of me you can say in front of my mom.” 
My mom raises an eyebrow. “Y/n, did you and that guy from your english class--” 
“No! No, we did not. I am a virgin and there’s no way I’m pregnant.” I glare at the nurse. 
He then ushers me to a bathroom so that I can provide a urine sample. After I’m finished, he shows me a pregnancy test strip. “Pink means pregnant.” I bite my tongue as he tests the strip in my sample. He pulls it out and it’s...it’s bright pink.
“I’m calling my doctor, because this has to be a mistake. It has to be like a hormonal thing.” 
“Exactly, pregnancy hormones.” 
I glare even harder, calling the doctor that I saw last week. “Hello, Dr. Ash? I was wondering if I could get a consultation because I’m in the ER and some crazy doctor is trying to tell me I’m pregnant.” 
Silence on the line for a long second. “...I actually cleared my calendar for you.” 
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mxvladdy · 3 years
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wait holy shit youre taking requests???? okay first of all, im in love with your writing skills especially those true forms they are *chefs kiss* magnifique. second, may i request for an angst but fluff ending prompt for barbatos/simeon/solomon (im an absolute simp for them) about MC having a really bad asthma attack and coupled with anxiety attack? (totally not me lmao) please and thank you! sorry for being too specific!
A/N: Oshbagosh! I hope you are good fam! You have excellent taste in simpin ngl Barbatos came out of left field for me, though I am weak for a quick wit and sharp tongue lol. And thank you for liking my works! Sorry, this took so long;.;
I hope my research was good and accurate! 
Barbatos
Does not know what is going on at first. Were you having an allergic reaction to something you ate? Had you gotten into some Devildom spices he hadn’t secured well enough?
Panics internally. He is very ready to spend the exurbanite amount of energy it would take to turn back the clocks before you started wheezing. 
Externally he keeps a level head, glad his gloves hide how sweaty his palms are. He remembers then your human medical file. 
He tends to you quickly grabbing your medication and carrying you away from whatever triggered this attack. 
“Do you need a doctor?” Barbatos asks for the umpteenth time. He runs a gloved hand up and down your back. You shake your head weakly coughing to try and dislodge some phlegm now breakdown in your throat. You take a shaky breath feeling your airways loosen, the fresh air that fills your lungs taste so sweet. 
“I’ll be ok Barb.” You wheeze taking another deep inhale from your inhaler. “Stop hovering and sit please, you are starting to stress me out more.” The demon makes a weird tutting noise in distress but comes to sit next to you. You lean back with a groan. The garden wall was rough on your back but you didn’t care at the moment. It had been so long since you had a flare-up you had almost forgotten what it felt like. You shift over slightly seeking out the heat of your companion's body. Exhausted you flop over to rest your head on his shoulder.
“Here let me.” He pulls out his ornate handkerchief and starts whipping at your nose and eyes. “What triggered this love? Have I missed someplace in my cleaning?” He knew he didn’t, never in all his years had he ever missed a spot. He would retire in shame if he did, but he felt like he had to fill the silence. If you were talking that meant you were alright. Right? He curses at himself. He thought he knew more about humans than this, yet you somehow threw curveball after curveball at him. He needs you to be safe and happy yet he choked on something like this? Perhaps he would suffer more of Solomon’s companionship to pick his brain on human ailments. As long as he could dodge eating any of his cooks.   
You fidget as he cleans your face and fusses over you, but you let him. This was for his benefit more than yours. “No, I think it's pollen. Your plants are not something I’m used to yet, and with the wind, it just hit harder.” He grunts, not pleased with your answer. He could do anything about the plants, and things out of his control were few and far between. You catch the inner argument he was having with his many selves and scoff. “Barb-” You take the cloth from him and tuck it in your pocket. “You and all your selves absolutely cannot control my illness, and that's ok.” He doesn’t look convinced, no doubt looking for a loophole in the webs he weaves. 
“Given the time I-” He stops at your withering look. “I don’t like not being in control.” Your look softens. 
“Who does?” You clear your throat finally feeling a bit more like yourself. Well, at least the garden wasn’t spinning anymore. “There. I think I can manage. Can you help me to the nurses' office? I should get a check-up since it’s been a while since I’ve had an attack. Then I think I’m going to call it a day.” 
Barbatos nods helping you to your shaky feet. His hands locked around your arm like he was afraid you would crumble again. You give him a reassuring look and lean into his weight. You didn’t need it, but it was a nice feeling, being looked after. Besides, it was so rare to get his sole attention. “I’ll inform the young master  that we will be taking the rest of the day off.” 
“We?” 
“Of course.”  He says resolutely. “Unless you wish for me to leave?” He barely contains his smile when he feels your hands squeeze tighter around his bicep. 
“As long as I’m not impeding.” Your words are half-hearted at best. You don’t give a damn if it throws off some super-secret agenda, you were happy to have more time with him. He calmed your nerves. 
Simeon
He hadn’t meant to trigger an attack. The weather outside was simply lovely.  It was dry and warm with a breeze that made grass dance in a mesmerizing way. The track around one of the Devildom’s many bodies of crystalline water was beautiful at this time of the day. He had to share his enthusiasm.
He just wanted to go for a walk with you. He had so much to talk about with you that he forgot how long his legs are compared to yours. He was so excited he didn’t realize how fast his gait is and how much you were struggling to keep up with him. He didn’t realize your troubles until he felt a sweaty palm on his wrist. 
Openingly gets panicked but knows about human medicine and where you store your inhaler. 
Simeon breathes deeply through his nose and out his mouth. One deep inhale and one long exhale- focus just focus. His chest clenches in alarm at your shallow pants, his eyesight narrowing down to pinpricks. Blessedly he keeps a steady hand.
“Slowly now my dear.” He shakes your inhaler before bringing it to your lips. His strong fingers massaging your jaw to loosen it. Squeezing your cheeks he slips the apparatus past your teeth noticing how glassy your eyes were becoming. “Inhale.” He orders thanking his father you understand him enough to comply.  He watches you like a hawk till he hears your heartbeat steady. Once he is sure he could look away he calls Lucifer. He doesn’t remember what he said, but he knew it was a panic-fueled rush.
“Simeon,” He looks up from his phone. “I’m ok…” You wheeze blinking up into the afternoon moons. Simeon shushes you running his warm hands over your cheeks. They were ice-cold despite the heat. He warms his palms with magic watching the fog clear from your gaze. “Thanks.” 
“You shouldn’t thank me.” He pulls away, shaking his head. “This is my fault. I apologize, my dove.” You chuckle breathlessly becoming aware of your surroundings. Last thing you remember was walking up the shoreline. Now the hardwood of the bench pokes at your back. Had you collapsed here? Or did Simeon carry you over? “I should have been more aware of the situation.” He pulls at his hair in frustration. His lower lip turns red as he worries it with his teeth.
You swat his hand away from his hair wincing in sympathy when a few chunks of hair that follow. Linking his dexterous fingers with your clammy ones, you trace the lines in his palm with your thumb. You try to breathe in time with the steady rise and fall of his chest letting your meds take full effect. Your breathing was better, but you still had spots in your vision. “It’s not your fault really. I should have told you when I started feeling bad.” 
“I should have noticed. How can I protect you if I can’t even realize your limitations?” He bemoans. You exhale a jerky laugh. Your lungs throbbing with the sharp movement. It ached for sure, but not enough that you couldn’t get up. Ignoring his protests you get off the bench and pull him up with you.  
“None of that!” You wag a finger in his face. I’m allowed to panic, not you. You try to make light of the situation but your finger trembles in his face.  “You did exactly what you should have so don’t doubt yourself. Sides’-” You clasp yours. hands together playing with your thumbs. “I got horribly distracted too, and pushed myself.” 
“By what?” 
“You.” Your cheeks heat in embarrassment. “ You were so excited to have the day with me I didn’t want to ruin the mood.”
Simeon blinks. “You-didn’t want to ruin the mood by telling me you were having an asthma attack?” You shrug, a childish smile crossing your face. Unbelievable. Simeon swears under his breath. “I-I am at a loss for words.” He places both his hands on your shoulders squeezing them. “I will find them later and then we'll talk about your amazing lack of self-preservation, but for now, Lucifer is waiting for us at the nurses' office.” Not giving you time to argue he scoops you up, arm holding you under your knees and securely around your shoulders.  Once he knew you were safe, he would make sure to have an eye on you at all times.
Solomon
The dusty old library located in the catacombs of the school was a dead giveaway to be trouble for your lungs. You both knew that. He warns you, the moment you feel ill they are leaving, no questions, no arguments. Very much the calmest of the three. He is human...mostly… so he knows the signs and can catch it much faster than the others. 
Still worried about you though. You aren’t a mage,  just his regular old human. 
When he gets nervous he makes jokes. Not appropriate given the circumstances but they just come out. So while he is dragging you from the school he is making the obligatory joke about him taking your breath away.
He will have whatever medications or potions he can think of at the ready for you to use if you need them. Won’t baby you or hover, you’ve lived with this for long he doesn’t want to insult you in any way. But he will keep close and have his ringer on loud in case you need him.
But now he wants you to rest and recover. He’ll keep you company though.
You gaze sleepily out of the bedroom window propped up on an exorbitant amount of puffs and pillows. You breathe out with caution, testing to see if you were still having any lingering effects from being down in the catacombs. It wasn’t anything too serious this time, thankfully. The moment you started clearing your throat and breathing just a little too hard to be considered normal, Soloman had grabbed both your bags and dragged you from the moldy and dusty space. You were a little put out at how quickly your asthma had acted up. You had just found the book you were looking for too. 
“If you keep squirming out of your blankets I’ll seal you in there with magic.” Your captor friend appears, pulling aside the drapes around his bed to sit next to you. He flashes you a cocky grin placing a tray on his bedside table. Solomon scans your face looking for any inkling of pain that might linger. “Is something wrong?”
“I’m hot.” You lie. In truth, the many blankets he wrapped you in felt marvelous, but you were being cantankerous. You wanted to get up and go back to work. The mage raises a pale brow, not believing a word of it.
“Of course you are, my little scholar.” He tucks you in again a little tighter then props your cocooned feet on his legs. “How are you really?” 
You shrug. Compared to other attacks you’ve had this one was thankfully mild.  Most likely because he had whisked you out the winding maze-like library faster than you thought possible. The jitters from the panic attack that followed took more out of you. Luckily for you, Solomon handled that easily too. “You know I want to go back.” You had your hands on the book you wanted when you started feeling a little breathless.  You wanted to believe it was out of excitement for the tomes. But the back of that section of the library was damp, cool, and dark. The perfect trifecta for your lungs to riot. 
Solomon nodded unfazed. “Yes, I’ve come to realize that whenever danger is present you seem to gravitate towards it.” He smiles fondly at your pout. Your thirst for knowledge was almost as insatiable as his, and both of you seemed to have a knack for attracting danger. He watches you fidget in your confines for a little bit more before sighing. “Alright-alright, I get the drift hold still.”  Leaning over you he loosens the covers around your arms to give you a little bit of freedom. As soon as you were free you pinch his nose hard in retaliation. “Oi!”  He laughs pulling back to rub at his nose. “Such violence! And here I came bearing gifts!” 
“That’s for insulting me!” You huff settling back down. “I hope it’s food, I’m starving.” You eye him expectantly. 
“Feed you? After that assault? My, you are brazing.” He picks up the tray he brought despite himself. The school cafe was serving your favorites today. Placing it on your lap he brushes his lips across your cheek. “Plus, I made tea.” You hum in excitement, eyes lighting up with glee. While he couldn’t cook worth a damn (you chalk it up to him irretrievably destroying his sense of taste and smell tolling over potions for years). He did have amazing luck with blending tea leaves and spices. A skill he severely took for granted. 
You pick up the tea and breath deeply only to have a coughing fit. His warm broad hands are there in an instant pushing you back into the pillows. “Sorry-sorry. Still a bit tender.” You smile through watery eyes. “It smells great!” 
“Does it? What do you smell? I admit, I just picked out things that looked pretty together.” He flushes pink rubbing at the back of his neck. 
You take the cup again and sniff. It had a hint of springtime in it, warm and sharp. Something earthy mixed with fire. You take a sip. “Hmm, spicy. Is that licorice?” Solomon nods. 
“It is indeed, I read that licorice and black pepper can help with asthma symptoms and circulation. I figured it could wash the  taste of your meds away.” He jokes watching you eat and take small sips of the steaming brew. He smiles to himself, glad you could get so comfortable in his room. Perhaps once you were dozing he could slip back into the library and conveniently “borrow” the book you had to leave earlier.
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because-of-a-friend · 3 years
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GuardianAngel!Jun
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MASTERLIST
Thanks for the request anon! I really hope you like it!!! This was def a bit out of my comfort zone but in a really exciting way! Also I don’t keep up with absolutely all lore on angels/ guardian angels, so if I say something you weren’t expecting/didn’t really want or left out something you were expecting, I’m sorry and hope it’s still enjoyable anyways! (I DIDN’T MEAN TO MAKE THIS ANGSTY IT JUST SORT OF HAPPENED IM SORRY)
Warnings: Near death experiences (including almost drowning), mentions of injury and death, and angst
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There are rules about being a guardian angel that are so obvious, they don’t need to be spoken
Obviously, if there’s a fixed point where your person has to get injured or even die, you can’t intervene
You can’t ever assist in a way that would get you spotted by your person
You can’t do more than simple guidance when it comes to matters of the heart and mind
And, you cannot ever meet your person and tell them who you are
Jun has always followed all rules to a T
He’s never gotten in trouble or anywhere even close to trouble
He’s an example to his peers
He always does his job perfectly
There’s never been a hitch
And then he’s assigned to you 
At first your life is as normal as anyone else he’s ever been a guardian to
But then things get complicated
It’s honestly like you’re trying to get hurt
Suddenly, there’s just a period of time where you’re constantly in danger
Jun will save you once and then immediately be running off to save you again
Boy is he stressed
He feels like his constant state of being is just standing there, bent over, hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath before you need him again
He’ll admit that he’d rather be assigned to you than someone who never required his help at all
He’d be so bored
But still, did you always have to be so... reckless?
One day it gets to be too much
And Jun slips up
You had already walked under an AC unit falling from someone’s apartment window and he had to send a gust of wind to push you out of the way
Then you stepped out into the street in front of a car speeding down the road
Jun was still in the middle of breathing out a sigh of relief from the first incident
So he didn’t have the time to think of how to save you from the next danger
In his panic he steps forward and grabs you
You feel the hand around your wrist
You feel the force yanking you back out of the street
You see someone out of the corner of your eye
But once you fully turn to thank them, no one is there
You’re turning around over and over to see who you could have missed
But there’s really no one
Jun is watching you from a few feet away, now invisible to your eyes, his heart practically beating out of his chest
He didn’t do anything wrong... did he?
Technically he didn’t get caught by you
Technically 
But that was close 
He needs to be more careful
You have a period of time where you’re just utterly confused about what happened that day
You’re constantly looking over your shoulder wondering if maybe it was something supernatural
You start to notice your close calls with injury/death
And begin to wonder what’s stopping you from actually getting hurt
Sometimes it’s a gust of wind strong enough to push you out of the way, or a loud noise to stop you in your tracks, or sometimes just the kindness of a random stranger who is suddenly overcome with the need to help you
It’s starting to feel impossible how many times you’ve crossed paths with death and walked away fine
You begin to almost... test the waters
Instead of accidentally running into trouble, you start purposely running towards it
Jun is unbelievably stressed
Why do you have to do this? 
He feels like he might die at this rate just from how much he’s stressing out about your safety
Then you put him in a situation where he really has no choice but to help you as himself
You’re walking by a community pool late at night after agreeing to help your friend that works there out by locking up for them so they could go out that night instead of being stuck at work late
There’s no one else there since it’s already closed
It’s dark and slippery
And with you being you, Jun is beyond nervous, so he follows behind you from no more than a foot away
It’s going fine and you’re almost done
So Jun is letting out a sigh of relief
But it was too soon
As you’re passing by to double check that the back door is locked, you slip on the wet floor
You tumble towards the pool and hit your head on the way down
Jun watches in horror as you fall into the water and sink straight to the bottom
He doesn’t hesitate even for a moment to jump in after you
He drags you out and sets you down next to the pool
You’re not waking up and he’s terrified
He begins to perform CPR
Finally you sit up, choking, water streaming out of your mouth
You saw him, you know you did
There’s a boy sitting in front of you even though you knew there was no one in the building besides you
He’s staring into your eyes with such great concern
“Are you ok?”
You nod slowly as he helps you sit up 
“You need to go to the hospital, you hit your head”
You nod at his words again, reaching up the rub your eyes since they’re blurred from the water
“How did you get in-”
You stop mid sentence
As soon as you’ve taken your hands away from your eyes, you look up and see that no one is there
You begin to search around but you really are alone
You’re spooked and also worried that maybe it’s just because you hit your head that hard and immediately head to the hospital 
The doctor discharges you quickly, telling you the hit didn’t do any serious damage and that you just needed to rest and take it easy for a few days
You’re still completely confused by the disappearing boy 
Was he the same person that pulled you out of the street that one day?
Jun begins to observe you closely after these incidents
He can tell you must be thinking about him
Most days when you’re not busy, you’ll be staring off into the distance, your mind trying to explain these strange happenings
And for the first time since he’s ever become a guardian angel, Jun really wants to tell you
Usually he had no issues hiding from the people he was assigned to
But you
He likes the way you live
How you speak to people
Your goals and dreams and how you work towards them
The hobbies you enjoy
He feels happy being your guardian
And while it can be stressful sometimes, he never hates it
It feels, ironically, comfortable to be your guardian
He’s honestly grown quite fond of you
Which is also a big no-no for guardian angels
You should never get too attached to your assigned person
There will come a time where they have to get hurt 
Or a time when their life must come to an end
If a guardian angel is too attached to a human
They may try to change what must be
But Jun hates watching you feel like you’re going insane over not being able to explain these instances 
He wants to be able to explain it all to you
In the end all it takes is one more brush with danger before you’re standing there, Jun’s hand locked around your arm, staring into his eyes after he’s saved you once again
He immediately turns to walk away but you grab his arm
“WAIT! Wait!”
Jun knows he should do anything, anything at all to leave you right then and there so he doesn’t get caught
But he also doesn’t hate the idea of that happening
“I know you!” you say. “You saved me the other day at the pool!” 
“I’m sorry,” he says, turning back to you, “but I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 
“It was you, wasn’t it?” you’re so sure this is the boy from the pool
Jun hesitates
Instead of saying anything, he just holds a finger up to his lips in a shushing motion before finally walking off
And you just stand there in awe
It was him
You go home immediately, beginning to study different supernatural creatures and happenings
You print out pages and pages of all sorts of information on any type of guardian creature you can find
You’re certain this boy is something other than human and you’re sure that whatever he is, he must be in charge of your safety
Now every time you almost get hurt or in trouble, you look around wildly, trying to spot the boy who you’ve only really been able to see twice
Sometimes you’ll catch a glimpse of a figure walking around a corner out of sight, or a being seemingly disappearing into thin air
This boy must be following you everywhere and you’re determined to catch him again
Jun, who is very tired after all of the saving you and then concealing himself moments, sort of just... lets you
One day you turn around after surviving another potentially dangerous moment, and he’s just... standing there
You can’t think of anything else to say, so you just blurt out the question, “Are you my guardian angel?”
Jun just smiles and nods at you, “Nice to finally meet you”
He walks you home that day
And you have a million questions for him
“Did you chose me or were you assigned to me?”
“What abilities do you have?”
“Have you been with me my whole life?”
“Do you have like... a boss?”
“Actually what is the system like?”
“What other supernatural creatures exist?”
“Do you have a name?”
He interrupts your next question by answering, “Jun.”
It silences you for a moment
“I like that name.”
Jun smiles brightly at you
You notice he sort of... glows
To say your relationship moves fast is an understatement
Jun knows your time together will be short
He’s heard what has happened to other guardian angels who have broken the rules
Someone will be coming for him
But he knows he’s in love with you
And wants to make sure he takes advantage of all the moments he has left with you
He’s very forward
But since your safety and comfort is his top priority, he always lets you set the boundaries beforehand
He’ll never do anything you don’t want him to do
But he’s definitely going to do anything and everything that you are ok with him doing
You feel strangely comfortable around him
Obviously you know he’s there to protect you and he’s been there your whole life
But it’s still strange how easy it is for you to just fall right into Jun
He holds your face in his hands and looks at you like you’re the whole world
And to him you are
Nothing has ever mattered to him as much as you
And all he wants to do is spend as much time with you as possible
He wants to go on all the traditional human type dates and do all the cliché human couple things 
The two of you celebrate every human holiday in like a week so he can experience what it’s like lol
On the day you celebrate Valentine’s Day he gets you every cheesy gift he’s ever seen humans get each other
“Jun how am I supposed to sleep with this many giant teddy bears in my room?”
“You’ll figure it out”
Then you two celebrate Christmas and he definitely sets up mistletoe on every doorway
You don’t miss how tightly he holds you at night
Or the way he looks at you like you’re about to disappear
Or the way he always needs to suddenly reach for you to make sure you’re there
You know something is off
Why would your guardian angel suddenly show up out of the blue to spend your life with you?
“Junnie, you’d tell me if I was gonna die right?”
“What? [Y/N], what makes you think you’re gonna die?”
He comes and kneels in front of you and takes your hands in his
“I don’t know, sometimes you just act like... this is all going to end at any moment.”
Jun knows he should tell you 
But he just wants the two of you to stay in your little bubble for as long as possible
“It’s just because I love you so much, and I just want to make sure you’re always safe and happy”
He clings to you even tighter the next few days
He knows he has to tell you asap so he wants to give you the best days of your life
He’s so doting
Makes you breakfast every day
Is always right there to show you affection
Wrapping his arms around you from behind
Resting his head on your chest and gazing up at you
Ruffling you hair
Pressing kisses all over your face
Letting his hands stroke up and down your arms and then all the way down to your fingers sending goosebumps across your skin
And then one day he gives you a gift out of nowhere 
It’s a beautiful necklace that looks like one single angel wing
“Oh Junnie, I love it” you say putting it on immediately
You quickly notice that he’s wearing a necklace with a matching wing
“[Y/N], I need to tell you something.”
He sits close to you and strokes your hands with his thumbs as he lays out the reality of your situation
His heart is in the pit of his stomach by the time he’s finished and he’s ready for you to run away and leave him behind
But when you assure him that you also want to make the most of every moment you have left
He’s so happy he could cry
So you start to take him on all the typical cheesy human dates
So that way the two of you have plenty of happy moments together while also getting to experience everything
The carnival
Picnics
Walks on the beach
Stargazing
And it’s honestly perfect every time
When he stares lovingly down at your face, stroking his thumb slowly up your cheeks then leans in to kiss you slow and sweet under the stars, you feel like you could fly
Your happiness is short lived though
You’re not even surprised when two men show up at your door asking where Jun is
Despite not being surprised, you are devastated 
The two of you put up a good fight
But the ending was inevitable
You watch helplessly as they drag Jun away from you
But before he’s gone completely he calls out to you
“If it’s in this life or the next, in this world or another, I will come back to you”
And as you see the look in his eyes during those last few moments
And see his expression as he says those words
You know that he will
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thenamesseven · 3 years
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Pairing: Jongho x reader
Genre: Romance, angst, jail au!
Warnings: Angst, a lot of angst and mentions of blood.
Word count: 4.3
A/N: IM FINALLY BAAAACK! My internship is over and I finally had the time to finish writing this chapter! Sorry for taking so long, I promise I’ll be around for more often now! ^^ Enjoy this chapter!
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Blood. 
When Wooyoung opened the infirmary door and watched the scene in front of him, his surroundings started spinning around at a fast pace. The male gripped the door handle tightly, breathing shortening to avoid smelling the metallic scent that filled up the room.
There was blood everywhere on the floor. It would be impossible to get to him without stepping into the sticky bloody puddles that were forming around his body.
Wooyoung had seen all kinds of things while working in a jail. Fights, attempts of murder, suicides, death wasn't a stranger for him. This time however, there was something different about the situation he just encountered. The one laying on the floor might be a criminal, Mingi's hands were stained with blood, with theft but under all that, behind all the things he did, a good person hid. Wooyoung knew Mingi wasn’t bad, life just brought him to this place but he would have surely made better choices in his life if he had the chance to in the past. 
Time slowed down when reached for his walkie-talkie, panick was blocking all of his senses like he couldn't even hear himself as he called for help and medical assistance. Wooyoung rushed to the inmate's side, almost falling down onto the floor when his shoes stepped on the blood that surrounded Mingi's body, the red liquid made the surface slippery and Wooyoung would have to be careful if he didn't want to make the situation even worse by hurting himself too.
"Mingi?" His voice was rushed, tense and shook with hesitance as he reached out to shake his body "Mingi'' Wooyoung's voice turned stern, trying to see if a stricter voice would bring him back to consciousness. "Mingi'' He tried again, kneeling down onto the floor, staining his uniform pants with blood as he reached out to gently slap his face. 
He needed a reaction. Anything. 
Desperate to get any sign of life from him, Wooyoung's eyes scanned the inmate's body, quickly finding where the open wound that was covered by blood and stained clothes was. It was near his stomach, more on the side, the amount of blood looked bad but he knew Mingi would survive if the knife hadn't touched any vital organs. His hands flew to the wound, pressing as hard as he could in order to stop the bleeding. 
Mingi groaned loudly in response, probably in pain due to the sudden pressure on his side and Wooyoung felt as if the heaviest weight had been lifted from his shoulders. 
There was still some life in him, everything wasn’t lost yet.
Despite Mingi not enjoying the sensation of Wooyoung’s hands pressuring his side, the male kept doing it as hard as he could, ignoring the awful sensation of his hands becoming wet and sticky with another man’s blood. He was not good at this, if it hadn’t been a life or death situation he would have probably passed out already, Wooyoung was never a fan of blood.
“Mingi stay with me” He muttered looking down at the inmate, watching how the slightly older male struggled to keep his eyes open, his vision becoming blurry as he didn’t even know who was the one hurting him “Don’t fall asleep alright?  You have to stay awake” 
“Jaehyun…” He whispered, ignoring everything Wooyoung was saying. If he was going to die the last thing he was going to do was drag that fucker down with him. He probably wouldn’t pay the consequences, Jaehyun had made sure to get along with the high ranks of this jail but he would try at least, he just had to.
“I know it was Jaehyun, I know” Wooyoung looked at the door when more guards stumbled inside, instantly stopping as soon as they saw the scene in front of their eyes. One of them ran out and the sound of his gagging as he threw out echoed in the busy hall loud enough for the people in the infirmary to hear.
“Mingi” Wooyoung gently slapped his face when he saw him closing his eyes, his body temperature was unbelievably low and his muscles were too relaxed for Wooyoung’s liking “Mingi stay awake, the ambulance is coming” 
“Jongho…” 
Wooyoung shook his head, motioning for Mingi to shut up and save his energy in order to stay conscious “He’ll visit you later, stay with me Mingi, safe your strength”
“Take care of him” He insisted, not listening to Wooyoung “Don’t let him get in trouble, no matter how stubborn he is” 
“Mingi-”
“I know you don’t hate him that much” The smile of Mingi’s face caught Wooyoung so off guard, that he opened and closed his mouth like a breathless fish, not knowing what to do or say to his most recent words “I know you’ll help him, I know you’ll get him out”
After saying those words, Mingi lost consciousness. Wooyoung knew it because his eyes closed and his muscles relaxed so much that Wooyoung started panicking. “Mingi” Wooyoung repeated his name, gently shaking him in order to wake him up “Mingi?” His tone, more urgent than before, alarmed the cops outside that were waiting for the ambulance and paramedics to arrive “Mingi!” 
But Mingi couldn’t hear him anymore.
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Hospitals are commonly disliked by people. It was a word that brings bad memories to people, a synonym for death and illness which is why most humans try to avoid this place. This is totally understandable though, you don’t come to a hospital to have some fun. Sure sometimes happiness filled the rooms due to recovery or births but that feeling usually got drowned by the sadness and desperation that filled the rest of the patients around.
You’ve always wanted to work in a hospital though, the idea of taking care of people, watching them recover and helping them through their illness always got your attention. You’ve been the kind of person that put others before yourself, Jongho usually scolded you about this but it was your nature, you just couldn’t help it. 
Today was different though. 
Today you hated this place as much as a normal human being did.
You rushed out of the taxi that drove you here from your apartment as soon as the driver stopped in front of the entrance. Placing some money -that would surely be more than enough- into his hand, you grabbed your purse and closed the door, half walking, half running to your destination. Pushing the double doors open, a wave of sickness and nausea hit you hard as soon as the characteristic smell of antiseptic mixed with medicine filled your nose, you ignored it though, as well as the serious yet worried glance the woman at the front desk threw your way. The brightness that only became stronger by the white walls and floor surrounding you made your head spin but you somehow managed to keep walking forward, taking step after step closer to where Wooyoung had told you they were waiting.
All kinds of thoughts ran through your mind.
You should have been there with him, you should have been there to stop it cause Jaehyun wouldn’t have acted the way he did if you had been there with Mingi, you shouldn’t have left him alone, this would have never happened if you had been there instead of hiding at home like a coward. Blaming yourself wasn’t new, you’ve always had a tendency of being a bit too hard on yourself when something happened, Jongho knew this better than everybody but this time he wasn’t around to silence the mean voice that whispered in your ear, that haunted your mind.
Standing there in the waiting room were Wooyoung along with Hongjoong, Yunho and San, who sat nearby the doors that led into the different operating rooms. You were the only ones there though, hopefully Mingi was getting as much help as the doctors could provide right now. Wooyoung stood in the middle of the room, arms crossed on his chest, tension evident in his body. He was still covered in blood and the sight of him made you gasp so loud that they all turned their heads towards you curiously, worried. Pain and distress obvious in their features.
This is all your fault.
“(Y/N)” 
Before you could say something, Wooyoung opened his arms and welcomed you into them, wrapping them around your fragile body gently and comfortably, soothing the pain and heaviness in your chest for a few seconds. The blood was dried in his uniform so it didn’t stain your clothes but the metallic yet disgusting scent surrounding him didn’t let it go unnoticed.
“What happened?” You asked quietly, still with his arms around you “How is he?”
“By the time I got to the infirmary to check on him he was already on the floor” Wooyoung explained quietly, running his hand up and down your back “He was conscious so I tried to keep him awake, try to stop the hemorrhage but there was too much blood and he stopped talking and-”
“What I can’t understand is how things like this can happen in a place where inmates should be watched throughout the whole day?” San’s hard yet cold voice brought silence to the room, you dragged your eyes towards them, acknowledging their presence for the first time since you got here.
The three of them looked miserable.
Wooyoung let you go and turned around to face them. He was tense but you knew him well enough to know he would attempt to stay calm in order to not let the situation get out of hand. “Some of them manage to find the right times to get away from us and-”
“So you admit you guys are not doing your job well?” Yunho joined his friend, glaring at Wooyoung as he crossed his arms on his chest. Hongjoong limited himself to look down at something that was displayed on the screen of his phone. Probably business? Whatever it was seemed to be important.
“I mean, that wasn’t even the place I was watching” Wooyoung replied hesitantly, not liking the accusations that were suddenly being thrown his way.
“Guys-” You tried to stop the upcoming argument, to help them relax a little but San glared at you, shutting you up immediately.
“Why were you going to the infirmary then?” He asked, curiously looking at him. “Were you involved in what happened?” He pressed further, willing to pressure him even more.
“What are you trying to say?” Wooyoung stepped forward, hating how they were trying to blame him for what had happened while he had only wanted to save their friend.
Yunho stood up and took a step closer to Wooyoung, taking the same threatening stance Wooyoung had and before you could get in between them, Hongjoong that had stayed quiet during the entire exchange and who you thought wasn’t paying attention to any of the words that were being said finally looked up.
“This is not the place nor time to discuss this” He said, seriousness evident in his face as he looked between Wooyoung and Yunho. None of the males moved, still staring into each other’s eyes right before their leader spoke up again. “Officer Jung did as much as he could Yunho, now we just have to trust Mingi”
“He better get out of this one alive” San scoffed besides him as Yunho sat back down, your blood freezing when you saw how much hatred, how much pain shone in the male’s eyes “Because I’ll make all of their lives a living nightmare if he dies” 
“He will” You whispered quietly, rubbing your eyes as Wooyoung sighed taking a seat besides you “He will get out of this one”
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The room Wooyoung had guided you into was similar to the ones you’ve seen in movies before, it felt as if you were about to get interrogated by someone, that wasn’t the case though and unfortunately, you were just waiting to deliver some news. Something you couldn’t believe yet.
The ticking of the clock was the only thing that could be heard as it echoed in the empty room, your fingers nervously fidgeting with the hem of your hoodie as you stared down at the table, nervously waiting for Wooyoung to arrive. The tissues filling your pockets were starting to break into small pieces from how much you’ve been fidgeting with them and your swollen eyes burned from all the tears you’ve shed during the last few hours. Your nose was surely as red as Rudolph’s but that was not the thing the worried you the most.
Your current biggest worry opened the door and snapped you out of your thoughts, his eyes full of concern landing on your face as soon as he entered the room.
“Twenty minutes” Wooyoung said from behind Jongho, eyes on you to make sure you wouldn’t surpass the time limit he was putting on your little reunion “That’s all you got”
“Thanks Wooyoung” You whispered quietly, not trusting your voice too much. Wooyoung just threw 
a small smile your way, eyes scanning your face briefly before he closed the door behind Jongho, going to wherever he would have to go to make sure nobody else would notice Jongho wasn’t in his cell at this time of the night.
You were sure he had heard what happened, news flew fast in this kind of place but you still wanted to be the one to tell him, you wanted to be there for him even if that meant seeing him break for the first time in all the years the two of you had been together.
He deserves to be told by you that Mingi was dead, that he wasn’t coming back anymore.
Jongho still stood by the door, ignoring the empty chair that was placed on the other side of the table waiting for him to take a seat. His hands were in his pockets, eyes down on the floor as he moved his weight from one of his legs to the other, not even knowing how to stand.
Letting out a shaky sigh, you gathered as much strength as you could and stood up, feeling his eyes on you while you walked around the room, picked up the empty chair and placed it down in front of the one you’ve been sitting on all this time. Jongho needed to be closer, he would need you to comfort him as soon as you confirmed the awful thoughts running through his head right now.
“Sit down” You told him, motioning to the chair you’ve just moved.
Jongho looked up at you, making your eyes meet. Time stopped between the two of you, the broken glance in his eyes broke your heart even more and you knew that even though the words hadn’t left your mouth yet he still knew what you were about to say. He wasn’t stupid after all and if Mingi had recovered from the attack he suffered in the infirmary the two of you wouldn’t be here, looking at each other, beating around the bush since none of you wanted to say it out loud.
“Listen to me” Jongho was the first one to break the silence, sadness dripping from his tone as he reached out to grab one of your hands, holding it gently.
“Jongho wait” You cut him off before he could keep talking, the sound of his voice giving you the little push you needed to start talking about what you planned to said “I need to tell-”
“I know” He nodded, eyes staring into yours as his grip on your hand got tighter. There were tears pooling in the corners of his eyes, pain written all over of his face but like always, Jongho kept his mask up and acted as if he was feeling nothing, as if this was just one of his usual days “I know (Y/N) and you need to listen to me”
“But-” Just thinking about Mingi being gone brought a thousand tears to roll down your cheeks, your hands shaking as he gently pulled you against his chest. It was unbelievable how you had come with the intentions of comforting him but it ended up him being the one comforting you. Jongho’s pain was surely stronger than yours, Mingi had been there for him when you couldn’t, he had been the one that kept him safe in this hell and now that was gone.
“I’ll cry his loss when this is over, when we’re safe and sound” He said gently, one of his hands caressing the back of your head while the other kept you close to his body. “You need to listen to me attentively, alright?” Jongho moved back enough to look into your eyes, both of his hands cupping your cheeks now so you could only look at him, not allowing you to look away. “Things are getting really bad for me” He said honestly, wiping your endless tears with his thumbs as they fell “Jaehyun is coming for me (Y/N) and let’s be honest, he has more friends than I do in here” Everything Jongho was saying made perfect sense, Jaehyun’s freedom was getting out of control and he could do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted unlike Jongho. That scared you to death, his next target would be Jongho for sure and the thought of losing him like you lost Mingi only increased the pain in your chest.
“I’ll get you out of here” You said almost immediately, heart pounding against your chest “I’ll talk with Hongjoong and we’ll speed up the process and-”
“(Y/N)” Jongho’s voice lowered, his hands squeezing your cheeks a bit tighter to get your attention “I know you will baby, I know you want to get me out of here” The small smile on his lips broke your heart, something told you he was saying goodbye to you, that there were plans in his head that wouldn’t end the way you wanted to.
“You can’t leave me” You begged, shaking your head.
“I never will Treasure, I will never leave you” Jongho’s voice trembled and the alarms in your head rang louder “Listen to me alright? Just listen to me and you can say whatever you want when I’m done” Taking a deep breath you nodded, stomach twisting nervously, anticipation killing you “Something might happen to me, we both know that (Y/N), there’s nothing Jaehyun wants more than killing me” Your lower lip trembled when you nodded at his words, you also knew that and you hated yourself for not being able to do something against it “I’ll obviously try to avoid that though, it’s not like I’m going to wait for him to attack” His smile was full of sadness and he looked at you desperate, helpless “But if something happens-” 
“No”
“If something happens” He repeated caressing your cheeks, one of his hands leaving your face to move into one of his pockets. His hand shook with emotion and nervousness “I want to do this if, unfortunately, I don’t have the chance to in the future” Before you could process what was going on, Jongho went down on one of his knees right in front of you, looking up at you with a look of love and adoration you’ve never seen in his eyes before. His mask was coming down, he wasn’t hiding his emotions from you anymore.
“Jongho-”
“I know you’ve imagined this way differently” He said with a small smile, tears still present in his eyes as he reached up and grabbed one of your hands “Because I was there when you talked for hours about how you’ve always wanted your wedding to be” Your heart was beating so fast at this point that it wouldn’t surprise you if it suddenly broke your ribcage and got through it “And definitely getting proposed to in a jail was never your number one idea but this is what I’ve got, I’m tired of waiting and I’m not taking the risk of losing my last chance” Jongho squeezed your hand tightly, a tear slipping from his eyes “Treasure, (Y/N), I’ve been in love with you since the day I met you” His confession squeezed your heart, you’ve always known Jongho and you had feelings for each other but hearing him say it hit you way differently “It’s surely not a surprise because let’s be honest, I’ve always made sure you knew you were and still are the most important thing in my life” His touch got gentler and his eyes softer, he couldn’t believe he was finally doing this “And if I get out of here, I promise I will give you the world baby, I’ll give you everything you’ve ever wanted, we’ll have that wedding, you’ll have that house you’ve dreamed of and I’ll hopefully help you create the most beautiful family in the entire universe” You bit down on your lower lip, seeing how more tears started rolling down his cheeks “But if something happens, I don’t want to….To die regretting not doing this, regretting not making you mine” He suddenly stood up, pulling you closer to him, resting his forehead against yours.
“I’ve always been yours” You whispered quietly, letting your tears mix with his as they fell down your faces
“Marry me (Y/N)” It wasn’t a question, it wasn’t a proposal, he was begging you to do it, dying for you to accept him not as your best friend or as your lover but as your husband. Jongho wanted to be your other half, the person you would spend the rest of your days with, the one you would die for if it came to that “You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me, the reason I’m still alive fighting against all chances, the fuel that keeps my heart beating” He was whispering these words, voice shaky as if he was scared to say this too loud. Jongho has never been good when it came to feelings but he was opening himself up for you and only you tonight. “Be mine forever, you’ve already stolen my heart….Why not steal my last name as well?”
His last sentence made the both of you smile quietly, this cheesy side of him would have been truly funny if you weren’t in the situation you were in right now. He was asking you to marry him but deep down, it still felt as if he was saying goodbye to you.
“On one condition” You cleared your throat and looked at him, serious as ever “You have to get your ass out of here” You said holding back your tears, hearing your own voice breaking almost a thousand times during the same sentence “And prepare with me the wedding of our dreams” His smile got bigger, his head automatically nodding at your words “And you’ll have to wear a tuxedo” He hated them, Jongho always complained of how uncomfortable they looked but you knew he would look incredibly handsome in one of them.
“I’ll do whatever it takes to see you walking down the aisle” He whispered, staring down at your lips, his hands holding one of yours as he slid a ring down your finger, the cold metal turning your skin into goosebumps “I know it’s ugly as fuck but it’s what I’ve found around, I’ll get you the prettiest ring ever when we get out of here” The two of you laughed softly as you looked down at the bland stripe of silver metal around your finger. 
“I love it” You mumbled happily, making him laugh a bit louder this time.
“You do huh? Choi (Y/N)?” The sound of your name along with his last name made your hearts simultaneously skip a beat, both of your smiles getting undeniably bigger as you looked into each other’s eyes. “So tell me”His lips brushed against yours temptingly, hungry for kisses. “Will you marry me? I swear I’ll wear a tuxedo” You giggled against his lips, nodding quietly at his words.
“Yes Jongho, I’ll marry you”
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Outside in the parking lot, Wooyoung leaned back against a black car, cigarette between his lips as he breathed in the smoke that released some of the stress in his body.
“Thanks for the help today, we wouldn’t have been able to do it without you” Wooyoung shrugged at the words. Keeping his eyes up on the moon that shone above them.
“I just did the right thing, it was time for me to finally do something” He replied, kicking a stone near his shoe, watching it get lost in the darkness that surrounded the parking lot.
“You’ve been doing the right thing for a long time Wooyoung, without you, who would have watched Jongho’s back all these years?”
“I won’t feel like we succeeded until all of this is over” He simply replied, pushing himself away from the side of the car as he stepped on the cigarette he just threw down onto the floor.
“We’ll get him out of there alive, just hold on there a little longer” 
“I think we’re running out of time” He turned around to look at the male, eyes serious and voice tense. Things were getting too complicated, the plan wasn’t going how it was supposed to. Getting Jongho out of jail wouldn’t be as easy as they thought it would be.
“Have I ever lied to you?” The other asked him, smiling a little when Wooyoung shook his head “Trust us, Jongho and (Y/N) will be out of here as soon as possible” 
“Better hurry up though” Wooyoung insisted, not afraid to pressure the other male “It will be better if you guys get them out of here alive rather than Jaehyun getting them out of here in plastic bags”
“Patience is the key to success” A sigh was heard, the engine of his car revving alive since it was his time to go. He had things to do, plans to discuss with the rest of his friends. “Pleasure working with you officer Jung”
“As long as you keep (Y/N) safe, the pleasure was all mine Hongjoong”
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sakuatsu · 4 years
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YELL 2 ME ABT SAKUATSU FIC RECS PLS
oh boy. oh boy do i have much to talk about
here’s a list of my sakuatsu must-reads under the cut! complete with links, word count, ratings, and occasional commentary because i’m incapable of shutting up. this isn’t in any particular order either 
(keeping this sfw and organized into canonverse/AUs. a * means i am on my hands and knees begging for you to read this)  
i’ll try to update this somewhat regularly :]
most recently updated august 25, 2020!
canonverse:
*your highs and lows (series) by astroeulogy 
a post-time skip canonverse series born from these two questions:
1. what if sakusa kiyoomi, known too-blunt jerk, is equally straightforward about his soft, tender feelings?
2. what if miya atsumu, resident big fat jerk who doesn't care if his teammates hate him, is too emotionally stunted to notice when his one of his teammates actually likes him?
this is like the sakuatsu series but it’s blasphemous to not recommend. the first fic in the series is all that you were (4.6k, T). mind the ratings on a few of the fics, but my personal favorite is #3: a masterpiece of domesticity called you have tamed me (5.7k, T). these make me ACHE 
*sakuatsu domesticity simulator by pseudoanalytics (T)
a vaguely interactive mixture of fic, art, and html, where you too can experience the inherent romance of a big fat jerk and a too-blunt jerk attempting intimacy
this fic...this fic...op is literally one of my favorite artists of all time but Did You Know that their writing is also off the charts. what a wonderful use of second person and the pacing is so good. too much skill in one person 
*The MSBY Black Jackals Read Thirst Tweets by isaksara (11.4k, M)
Sakusa’s eyes are very dark naturally, sucking in all surrounding rays of light and crushing them in his pupils. For an athlete, he is rather pale. His lips look very pink in comparison. Atsumu is suddenly catastrophically aware that in this instance, ‘accent’ is a euphemism. “Good enough for your Olympic-size ego, Miya?”
(In which Atsumu realizes that he is attracted to Sakusa Kiyoomi in the most inconvenient way possible.)
i think this is the fic that got me into sakuatsu in the first place lol i was looking very specifically for msby socmed fics and now here we are. this fic is unbelievably funny
*liminal spaces by hhatsuna (25.9k, T)
Fuck you, Atsumu thinks, pointing at the pixelated Sakusa in the grainy team photo on his bedside table.
It’s easier than you’d think to ignore loving your teammate.
*Better For Us Both by abrandnewheart (15.7k, M)
Where “You already make me the happiest guy alive, babe," gives way to, “I’ve not been happy for a while now.”
Alternatively known as the ‘mug fic’.
yes this is a breakup fic. yes im going to recommend it anyway. breakup fics usually scare me a lot but this one is too good for me to not say anything about. nuanced and delicious. i look at the mug on my desk and feel pain
dog eat dog eat dog world by perennials (8.4k, T)
You are your first and only line of defense against the universe.
Koi no Yokan; 恋の予感 by ymra (15.3k, unrated)
Wherein Sakusa dreams of his future selves and discovers a little something along the way.
autumn ends, but we remain by wolfsbvne (5.3k, T)
atsumu stares at his ceiling at 2am. he stares until he can make out designs in his popcorn ceiling. a cat there, an onigiri here, and then something that suspiciously looks like a mop of hair, triangle eyebrows, and oh those two bumps are moles right above what atsumu just mapped out as an eye.
(or, atsumu is in kind of in love. sakusa is maybe in like.)
your fingertips, branding irons by Ceryna (5.8k, T)
Between the accidental touches he's reconciled, the deliberate ones he's endured, and, from those he's built years of trust with, obliged– Kiyoomi has never wanted to let someone indulge.
Never, until Atsumu.
take what’s yours and make it mine by claudusdiei (5.9k, T)
atsumu falls in love four times in his life
(or: in which atsumu gets his heart broken twice, has the self-awareness of a sober mule and really likes yellow tulips)
every action has an equal and opposite reaction by akanemnida (10.4k, T)
Miya Atsumu gets a modeling contract with Calvin Klein, which sets Kiyoomi's heart in motion.
(Or: Sakusa Kiyoomi realizes that the rules governing the universe are absolute rubbish at explaining matters of the heart.)
*where i want to be by tookumade (8.8k, G)
In the time they’ve been teammates at the MSBY Black Jackals, Sakusa has never been to Atsumu’s place, and Atsumu has only been to Sakusa’s a few times. There’s an unspoken understanding here: that Atsumu knows him well enough to know that nobody’s house or apartment would ever really meet his ridiculously high standards, and he is most comfortable in the home he’s made for himself.
That, and, Atsumu being over at Sakusa’s means that he has to host him and do the cleaning afterwards, while Atsumu can just flit off back to his own place. So. There’s that.
Tonight. Tonight is not business as usual. Tonight is not familiar.
*san'yō expressway, 6:17 pm by yamabato (8.1k, T)
Atsumu tilts his head to watch a slice of orange light bend over the impassive planes of Sakusa’s face. He is absolutely, ruthlessly beautiful. It makes Atsumu want to punch something—put his foot through the windshield—scream, maybe.
Kiss him again, maybe.
They have 344 kilometers to figure this one out.
parallax error: angle of inclination by min_mintobe (10.8k, T)
But now there's the one person Atsumu'd promised himself never to touch. His eyes leave Atsumu breathless with guilt at seventeen, and he spends the next six years safe in the satisfaction of making things right.
Feelings, of the physical kind, and one kiss.
ft. competitive spirit, childishness, and late night conversations.
Atsumu POV.
four leaf clover by vicari_us (5.9k, T)
Once, Ushijima claimed that they ‘got lucky’. If properly honed, their body types could become near invincible weapons.
However, unlike Ushijima, Kiyoomi’s weapon required a bit more care over the years to reach the condition it had become. He was born iron, not yet forged into steel.
Exploring what it might have taken to turn a genetic mistake into an athletic miracle.
*the 28 postcards you left me by wheelspokes (8.3k, T)
Atsumu takes texting your ex to a new level by sending Sakusa postcards in Animal Crossing instead.
such a unique premise & this is so beautifully structured. stunning flow and who knew animal crossing could convey so much longing...
AUs:
Pas De Deux by hhatsuna (dancer!sakusa au: 19.0k, T)
The mystery athlete gives Kiyoomi a once over in the mirror. “Yer pretty tall,” he observes, and the twang of an accent rasps low in his throat. His brazen eyes drift to Kiyoomi’s legs, and something like exhilaration glints gold in his gaze. “Good quads, too. Ya ever played volleyball?” Ah. So it’s volleyball.
“I’m a dancer. Ballet and contemporary, mostly.”
*my love, take your time by bastigod (archaeologist!sakusa au: 9.0k, T)
There was something sublime about wandering around an empty museum. Nothing could compare to the sound of his shoes clacking against the marble floor, the morning sunlight gently streaming through the lofty windows and the peaceful solitude of ancient stone kings overseeing their silent kingdoms.
A day in the life of Doctor Kiyoomi Sakusa, Archaeologist.
i’ve literally been thinking about this fic every day since it came out. you will not find a story like this anywhere else, i guarantee you. what a clear labor of love this fic is it’s truly something so special 
three roses and a smile by strawberrycitrus (surgeon!sakusa & microbiologist!atsumu au: 19.7k, T)
“I just got this job, I’m not givin’ it up for some moral boost ‘cause I actually need to pay my rent, ya insensitive -” Atsumu waves his hands around, trying and failing to come up with the right word to convey the amount of injustice that this gaunt motherfucker has brought into his relatively simple life thus far.
“If you can’t pay your rent, go get a job at the McDonald’s over by 8th Street,” Sakusa growls, “it’ll pay more than your researcher position.”
If you even attempt assault on a coworker, forget teaching about cells - you’ll fucking be in one, Atsumu.
*Dance of the Parallax by astroeulogy (ogre spirit!sakusa au: 6.7k, T)
For the last twenty years, Atsumu’s done all that he can to break his betrothal to the ogre spirit Sakusa. If he can just make it through one more night, he’ll be free.
honestly, just read everything by astroeulogy. i’m recommending this fic in particular because it has such an ethereal voice to it. magical
across oceans, across centuries by starstrikes (pacific rim au: 20.0k, T)
Six days ago, Osamu died and left Atsumu with this: Atsumu, you have to—
(Namikira rises with the tides and rips Osamu and Vulpis Empress away in one fell swoop. Six days later, Atsumu wakes up alone in a hospital bed and learns how to swim.)
you don’t actually need to know pacrim to appreciate this. a wonderful exploration of grief and recovery. also it’s exactly 20k words which is both satisfying and terrifying 
*Notte Stellata by awkwardedgeworth (ice skating/dancing au: 20.8k, T)
"Your partner doesn't need to hold anyone's hand other than yours," Sakusa's father crouches, "And you can wear gloves."
Sakusa ponders. He hears the other skaters of rink two whiz past as they launch themselves into lifts.
"Alright," He looks up from the ice, not knowing how he'll dedicate the next couple of decades to this sport, this partnership, this boy.
what a stunning fic. a beautiful progression of sakusa & atsumu’s relationship, rife with references to real skating programs, beautifully written and structured. so full of longing i’m in mild physical pain
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p1nkwitch · 3 years
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✓ and # with Edith and Jonah!
✓: waking up either adorably confused or painfully scared
#: shaky hands
I'm going to use the Edith from the world turned upside down fic mixed with a mother’s love, i hope you don't mind!
Edith loves her child, her little miracle is the one thing that she can safely say that she loves more than anything in this world.
A new life, a new shot of keeping her son safe, this time for real. When her husband… Well, when he can't deal with her precious Jonah due to remembering their first life, she leaves, she ends things, picks up her child and goes.
James and her talk, of course they do, she did love him, but this time she wanted to keep Jonah safe and happy. So breaking up was for the best. To give him a happy childhood, his ex husband was ok with not interacting with him, even if… her boy wondered why his dad did not come to see him for his birthdays or special occasions.
And it broke her heart, but they both knew he could not deal with him and she did not want him to hurt the boy in any way. So they kept their agreement.
And things are well, they are ok for a long, long time. Her boy is happy, has Barnabas and Jonathan as friends and the three seem inseparable. Edith is just glad that everything is finally well, that this time their lives can be better.
However…
It seems that the world likes to prove her wrong, likes to make her worry.
His son’s friends suddenly dislike him and she thinks about it, has an inkling as to why, that she does not want to consider. Because that means that maybe one day Jonah will recall too and she doesn't know what to do then.
He is unhappy and she knows, but she can't get him new friends, can't explain why they were mad at him without giving more about a life that was. So she keeps an eye on him and hopes for the best.
The best comes, with one Peter Fairchild whom her son suddenly starts to talk about a lot, how quiet and annoying he is, how he never seems to talk with anyone-
Jonah talks about him like a puzzle piece and slowly it turns into him speaking about him far more nicely, how he brings him cookies, how he makes funny comments under his breath-
It makes her unbelievably fond of this boy for bringing her son his joy back. That's why she makes such an effort when he invites him for a sleepover, her Jonah was nervous and she wanted to help.
The boy is a delight and she can see Jonah look at him with a smile and laugh at his antics, it warms her heart, but also… something sort of tries to click on her brain, something she was missing.
She recalled very little of her time after her “death” but… she thinks Jonah came to talk to her grave and he… brought someone along too. She just can't remember much of it. Too weak and hungry for her childs terror of the end.
Things go well, until-
Jonah becomes ill, so, so ill all of a sudden. It reminds her too much of when he fell to the lake and that awful winter, it brings her to tears. He is in bed shaking, pale and out of it. The doctors said that he will be fine, that is not deadly-
But she fears.
She fears and ponders about sacrifices, about keeping her child alive again. Makes the calculations about their neighbours and their kids and waits to see spiders, to see them lead her to the place she needs to go.
Edith will not lose him, never. She will do whatever is necessary to keep her son alive. Whatever sacrifice must be done to achieve it she will do it.
Her hands shake a lot, but she keeps him close and sings the lullaby she sang to him all those years ago, praying its enough, hoping that nothing bad will happen to him. She brushes his sweaty hair away and hears him mumble that he doesn't want to die, the pure ache at hearing him say that makes her shed her own tears.
“No, no you will be fine my little dragon, i swear, i will protect you this time”
He curls up around her and she weeps again for her child, wanting nothing more than to keep him safe and happy.
Jonah wakes up for moments, but he is very out of it, the confused face makes her want to wrap him up in blankets and never let anything bad happen to him.
“Mom, mom im sorry, please im so sorry-”
“Shhh, there is nothing to be sorry about dear” Yet he keeps saying it and she talks to him, tells him stories to keep him preoccupied. Those seem to calm him down enough, she knows he is not really listening, but his cute little face pokes out of the sheets and looks at her mesmerized and its enough.
Enough for now to keep him away from whatever terrible things haunt him in his sleepy hours. His hands reach out to her and hold her own while brushing his little fingers softly on her.
“I'm sorry, you are very pretty mom” She smiles albeit confusedly at him.
“Thank you?”
“Mm sorry i get mad when people say i look too much like you… you are pretty and nice” Her heart is being squeezed and she imagines another life, where she can see those words haunting the boy.
“Its ok my little prince, you are very handsome” He makes a few nonsensical sounds.
“Pretty and nice and you love me lots, I love you mom, I'm sorry I'm not good…” She kisses his forehead.
“Oh Jonah you are everything I have ever wanted, my little firebug I love you, you are so good. And even if you weren't… i'm not that good either, i would love you no matter what” Her boy squeezes her hand and she lays next to him while holding him close.
“Sleep ok? I will be here, always” He nods and she ignores any wet spots on her neck, she merely draws shapes on his back and hums along until his breathing slows down and he sleeps.
Edith is not a good person, not by a long shot. She is aware that she would hurt people for her child, is willing to do it. How silly of her boy to think that she was ever good.
It breaks, the illness that is, she was relieved, so so, relieved.
However the worst is yet to come.
Jonah starts to act more irrational, twitchy, closed off, quiet-
She doesn't know what to do, he also eats so little it makes her fearful of watching him waste away. Peter seems to be doing his best to keep him company, whenever she asks. He looks sort of sad, but says that the boy shares his food with him and sticks around all the time. That at the very least lets her know that someone is looking over him.
Then he comes back one day from his sleepover without saying a word and everything goes downhill.
He is at the hospital, refusing to speak, to explain himself-
He is a shadow of her bright curious child and it makes her mad, at whatever force there is out there that caused this, that caused him to be like this. Was it her? Did she do something? His teachers, classmates-
Peter doesn't know, she asks him once when he comes to wait and that-
That also makes her sad, because Jonah rejects him yet the boy comes back every day, sits and waits for the moment he will say yes.
The name Peter sounds more familiar and the niggling sensation of knowing him comes back.
Still his little face shows guilt and fear and she wants to shake him for answers, but she takes a breath and smiles at him. He is just as worried as her.
She thinks she will kill Mister Sims and his partner, she very much wants to. For now she has to conform with a punch in the face. Still she will get their downfall one way or another.
….
Jonah wakes up.
Confused and… he doesn't know, her son who remembered his life doesn't know anymore. She is between sad and happy that he can let it go, if that's what caused him all this pain.
Still she chooses to lay in the hospital bed next to him, while he looks confused, sad and scared. That makes her brush his hair out of his face and reassures him with whispered words about everything going to be better from now on, that she will be there always.
Jonah looks at her with bleary eyes, still more or less out of it, but its ok, her little gift will be ok now. His face scrunches up adorably and she pokes his nose. She missed this, missed him.
“Mom?” He is still sleepy and she won't begrudge him that.
“Yes firebug?”
“I love you” Her heart swells and she scoops him closer to her holding him while he cries against her again. She will protect his tiny life with her dying breath.
Edith Lenore Magnus loves her son with her whole heart.
He lets the tears fall, a last cleansing of a life that was and he cant recall anymore.
She hums and he sniffles before wiping his tears and letting her calm him down until he falls asleep between her arms.
Peter Lukas.
That was it.
Jonah had called him his husband while she was in her coffin, she remembers now.
She sees the two of them sleeping, while cuddling on the couch, and thinks that she would love to finally be able to be at his wedding this time around.
The boy has proven to love her son so much it's astounding. Even if Simon says that their relationship was rather torrid most of the time, he can see this time around they were far better with each other.
She agrees and hopes this is a better life for all of them.
She sees a spider on the wall and ponders, ultimately she picks up a piece of paper and the arachnid walks on it camly while she sets it free outside.
Perhaps the first time around it was a manipulation, maybe it still is, but the spiders had helped her along to keep her Jonah alive in both lives.
She will not begrudge them at all.
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7wanderingpaws · 4 years
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Simply, yours (6)
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Pairing:  Baekhyun x reader
Genre: family AU, hapkido teacher AU, PhD AU
Word count: 2.7K
Warnings: none
A/N: Haha I laughed at the reactions for the last part! Yes, it is all happening huu! I cant wait to write even more! And thank you for giving me feedback, it honeslty makes me feel happy and motivated! ❤
tags: @milky-baek​ 💖 (Im so sorry if there were more people who asked, my list got messed up? Im so sorry again, if you want to be tagged pretty please comment on this post or write anon/dm, Im fine with all! Sorry again!! :((( )
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You left the doctors in deep silence.
None of you were capable to speak much, but there definitely was a lot to talk about, to discuss and probably re-think. Your mind was in an internal turmoil, and it seemed to be a vicious circle. What you just learned was something you would have never ever imagined before. That type of news was… news-worthy. Like television news worthy. From the excitement of the doctor, it easily could become reality.
You vividly imagined yourself talking to the reporter, the microphone of the broadcast station in your face as you tried to explain just how crazy your situation was. A poor countryside family (that didn't even tie the knot yet) expecting three…
Ridding your head of various scenarios, you entered the bus. Thankfully, there weren't many people as you entered the stuffy vehicle. Baekhyun quickly grabbed a single seat for you, wanting to stand right next to your side. Funnily, the one who constantly spoke and had an argument ready was now silent, deep in thought just like you. Glancing up at your boyfriend, he was holding the loop above his head, his gaze set on the road outside, but eyes unfocused. Who knew what was going on in his mind. Was it the same mess just like in yours?
Gnawing at your bottom lip and bunching up your skirt in your hands, you waited for him to look at you, to reciprocate the look. And after several seconds, he snapped out of his reverie and looked down at you, seeing your eyes bulging in scare. He smiled at you softly and widened his eyes at you as he pressed his lips tightly together, giving you a cute face.
You managed to lift one corner of your lips up and you dropped your gaze, reaching for his free hand in his pocket to hold on to, and he immediately complied. Squeezing yours tightly, you could sense he was worried, too. You rested your connected hands on your small tummy and you let out a little scoff in disbelief as you also looked out the window. Belly was small, but soon would be huge, bearing three lives.
Just how long could you prolong your silence at your workplace?
You only had few weeks left.
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Once the doors of your apartment closed behind you two, you wrapped your arms around Baekhyun's neck, pulling him close to you, burying your head in the crook between his neck and shoulder. He didn't hesitate to hug you back, squeezing your aching body as gently yet as persistently as he only could to show you he was there for you.
“Baekhyun,” you whispered, the sound muffled, your breath hot on his skin. “Just what will we do?”
This time he also hid his face in your shoulder, while his other hand came up to rest on the back of your head. “We can do this. This is…” he hesitated before gently pulling back to gaze into your teary eyes, “a blessing. For me. For us.”
Momentarily, you closed your eyes and let his honest words sink in. He was right, of course. If everything would go well, you were heading into a family filled with happiness and lots of children's laughter. “It is, darling. But money-wise-”
“Don't even start,” he retorted gently and cupped your cheek. “That is not something we should focus on right now.”
You frowned. “How should I not focus on it when we barely live with what we have now? And we are two adults, Baekhyun. We need a lot of things for one child, can you imagine the amount of money that goes into three?”
“First, we need to sign up for the governmental support, but I am more than sure that is automatically given once you give birth,” he reasoned rationally, not letting your frown break his stance. “Second, you need to chill, okay? Leave it up to me, I know what I am doing.”
“You need to enlighten me, because I won't be able to chill otherwise.”
“You know I am soon done with my PhD. The position of the professor is literally months away,” he replied hurriedly, “we will manage, honey. I will give my everything to you, to them.”
“But I want to give as well,” you protested, stubborn. “I also want to provide for us, Baekhyun.”
“Well, you are doing just that, aren't you?” he asked, confused at your scared face. “C'mon, you are acting like you are going to get kicked out for being pregnant.”
That shut you up very quickly. Shit. He had no idea you would get sacked the moment your boss as much as sniffed pregnancy.
“You can work until you can, until your body is able to… as much as I hate to say it. I don't want to lock you down just because of your state, sweetie, hm?”
His words touched your heart, but he would soon find out he didn't have to do it because you would do it for him by losing your job. You wanted to laugh. 
“And then you will take the maternity leave. If you can work from home, even better, right?” Baekhyun kept going on, his features brightening.
You nodded, fazed. This was something you probably should resolve by yourself and very quickly. The last thing your wanted was for Baekhyun to provide for five people all by himself.
After few seconds of silence, he let you go. “Go change into something comfy, hm? I will prepare food, you need to eat.”
Standing still, you watched him move around your tiny kitchen, opening the cabinets, preparing plates, heating up food - when he sensed your unmoving body, he turned, and looked at you, perplexed. He called your name softly before coming back to you. “What's the matter?”
Staring at him, you were speechless. So you shook your head.
He chuckled quietly before cradling your neck and bringing your head close so he could give you a lasting kiss on your forehead. “My pregnant little lady.”
You scoffed. “Not little for too long.”
He laughed and his eyes shone when he looked at you, squeezing your cheeks. “Can you imagine? This young cheeky lady, and three babies inside.”
“Baekhyun,” you murmured, rolling your eyes. Your murmur came out funnily as he was still squeezing your cheeks, letting out a little yelp.
“But you are just so cute? How is that possible? Shit, you will be even cuter when the babies will grow!”
You sighed, realising he was in one of those fever moments when he just had to vent out his racing thoughts, be it whatever. “I will be an elephant soon.”
“A cute elephant. An elephant lady to her Dumbo boy?” he quirked his eyebrows and moved his ears back and forth, making you laugh out loud.
“You're unbelievable,” you giggled.
“There it is,” he murmured, affectionate gaze grazing your smiling features.
“Hmm?”
Slowly, he let his thumb trace your stretched out mouth and the soft wrinkles around your eyes. “The smile. The genuine smile. You look gorgeous with it, sweetheart. Whatever it is that is on your mind, vent it all out to me, okay?” he lowered himself a bit so he was on the same eve-level with you. “By no means keep it to yourself. We are in this together.”
You stayed silent for a moment, before saying: “I love you so much.”
He sighed, almost in relief, before bringing you into another hug. “And I love you, much much more.”
When the food was prepared and both you and Baekhyun were changed into comfy clothes, he sat you down onto his lap, both of you munching on the soup.
“This reminds me that one time we drove a truck and sat in the backside, trying not to fall out on the dirt road,” said Baekhyun before slurping on his soup.
You hummed, swallowing your portion. “You mean when you asked me to sit on your lap? And hold onto your sweaty chest?”
He gave you a cheeky grin. “Exactly that one. Just wanted to sweep that pretty young girl off of her feet, straight into my arms,” he sing-sang.
You giggled, remembering that time very well.
It happened before his enlistment. 
The day was scorching hot, creating droplets of sweat on your forehead within minutes of being exposed to the strong sunshine. Your uniform was plastered to your body, but thankfully no one could tell just how hot you were. Probably a big part of it could have been because of that gorgeous boy who was, of course, very well known in your village and the surrounding areas. The hapkido master and charmer who is able to make heads turn within a heartbeat, all for him.
That day he was working around your school and he happened to be finishing his work in the late afternoon just when you were leaving your classroom and heading outside, prepared for the long walk.
You knew Baekhyun. Your family knew Baekhyun. He was a trust-worthy young man and he also lived in the house next to yours. You might have shared few chickens as they were wandering around the shared space. So when he asked if you needed a ride home, you replied with a bright smile, your heart jumping like crazy, your mind racing with possibilities of what he might do. Would he give you a smile? Of course, he would. He was Baekhyun. And he reserved the sweetest of smiles only for you. They were breathtaking and made you feel like you were the only person on this planet. You wanted to share him never.
His colleague driving, you and him climbed on the back to enjoy the breeze throughout the drive but  there were no seats and your skirt was surely short. Baekhyun had had long taken of his sweaty shirt, his toned body glistening under the sunrays. He sat down on the edge with his knees politely connected before he patted the top of his thighs. “Come, sit here,” he said as the car moved and your skirt almost blew upwards before you and him both reached for the hem of it to keep it down.
You blushed a deep red and he gave you a lopsided grin before he gently placed his hands on your hips and helped you lower on his lap, his arm protectively around your back, his hand resting on your hip. His touch was burning through the material, but his breath which was so close to yours was scorching. The pull was strong, yet you didn't dare to look at him right away, feeling his searching gaze on you.
“How is high school?” he started, his voice light. To make sure you wouldn't fall, he placed his other arm over your thighs and looked at you curiously.
Your hands were folded in your lap, and you felt how he purposefully moved the hand closer so your hands would brush and rest against each other. You itched your hand just a tiny bit closer. “It's okay. Too bad the previous seniors are already gone,” you replied, boldly looking him in the eyes, referring to him. “Would have been more interesting to be at school.”
He chuckled boyishly, sending electric waves down your body. “Honest girl, I see.” He looked ahead for a bit before looking back at you again. “That's what I like. It's a shame, indeed. Would have liked to meet you on the corridors of the school.”
Would have loved to kiss you in the dark corner of the corridors, you thought, the idea so sweet you felt the pull in your insides. Ah, not now, don't think about it now! He is right here!
“When are you enlisting?”
“In a couple of months,” he replied. You expected him to grow dull at the idea, but he was still cheerful.
You smiled. “Seems like you are looking forward to it?”
“I love sports and I want to become a real man,” he admitted, laughing. There was a bigger bump on the road, making both of you jump up, his arm tightening around you in reflex which caused him to pull you even closer. Your faces were so, so close.
“I will miss you, though,” you mumbled sheepishly, not caring about almost falling off the car.
“I will come back, hm? It doesn't last forever,” he replied, still gentle in voice. Noticing your sour expression, he said: “ Now there,  I don't want to see that face,” he spoke gently, his face even closer now as you ever so slightly lifted your downcast gaze to meet his dark orbs. “You look beautiful when you smile.” And I think I want to kiss you.
But you might not be ready yet.
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Sighing in content, you snuggled closer to Baekhyun as you fell asleep right after food. He realised quickly that the happenings of the day must have caught up with you, because by the end of lunch your head was dropping on his shoulder.
Tucking you in the bed, he pulled out his phone while he had you curled up by his chest, your head just under his chin, while his arm was your pillow. In that hand, he was holding his phone and scrolling through some information from the government that could give you help but as much as he scrolled he only got positive news. Although you wouldn't be receiving much, you sure would be getting some cash as a thank you, since the country was doing terribly in terms of birth rate.
Baekhyun was silent, except some random hums that would softly leave his throat, but nothing that would disturb you in your peaceful slumber. His free hand was caressing your back soothingly, slowly he would drag his palm up between your shoulder blades where he would make a circle and than go all the way to the small of your back, reaching the hem of your shirt, where he added more pressure, knowing your lower back was giving you a hard time already.
He was very excited about the news. Of course, it was only natural they caught him off-guard but he just wanted many kids with you and make a happy family like he always imagined. The fact that fate provided this all at once was a sign for him and he was not going to be the one ruining it. And he would make sure he was there for you during each step.
Even if your mind was troubled, you were sleeping rather contently in the arms of your man and his caressings were what you woke up to. Ever so slightly, you lifted your head to have a look at his focused stare illuminated by the screen of his smartphone. He was studying something, and even though he felt you stirring, his caressing had yet to cease.
You reached up with your puckered lips and gave his chin a gentle kiss, signalling him you were up.
He hummed, not looking down at you. “Sleeping beauty is up.”
“Sorry I fell asleep like that,” you whispered, not wanting to disturb the bubble between you two.
“Why are you apologising?” he whisper-asked back, now locking his phone and letting it fall from his hand to look at your pale face. “You must be so tired, honey. I like us being like this.”
You raised your eyebrows in question at his sudden confession.
He smiled gently and gave your nose a sweet kiss. “Lying in bed, you sleeping and probably the babies too, and I'm here looking over you guys.”
His words touched your heart. “Yes. I feel the safest when I am with you.” You caressed his cheek affectionately and he gave you a smile before grabbing his phone to go back to researching.
“Go, sleep some more, sweetie,” he said. “We have work tomorrow, so let's make sure you rest plenty.”
You bit your lip, hiding your face in his chest right away, the thought of entering work tomorrow quite scary.
Mulling whether you should tell Sukyeong about your situation and ask for her advice, you found yourself drifting back into another slumber.
Telling her would maybe ease your worrying heart.
But it wouldn't save your job for sure.
And that was the problem.
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rainrites · 4 years
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Heyy! InvitingNonsenseWorld from AO3 here! I didn’t want to cluster your comments section by replying to your reply, so here I am lol It’s just, I actually got invested in your AU in which izuku received ofa earlier cuz AM got together with inko asdfghj I’m curious to know if you have anything else you could share about that verse. Also, like, you said bakugou and izuku still had a messed up relationship, but did izuku hide his quirk after receiving it then?
YOOO uhhh, yes absolutely????
(asfjhds also i’m so sorry this reply is so late? tumblr broke for some reason and didn’t tell me I had an ask?? anyway)
this ended up LONG so im attaching a keep reading
So that little fic was kinda like an au of my au, Magnetise, wherein Izuku doesn’t go to UA when he’s older. So the lowdown of Inko/Toshi is basically that Inko was a huge underground heroes fan back in day -- her fave was Nana Shimura, who she one day happens to run into, along with her student, Toshinori. Fast forward a couple of years and Inko becomes a vigilante, becomes super popular among civilian web circles, has a tonne of run-ins with 3rd-year All Might and Gran Torino, and whoops her and Toshi accidentally fall in love. But then obvs Toshi fucks off to the USA bc AFO etc etc and Inko and him don’t see each other again for years. It’s all very angsty.
Then there’s a whole thing where Inko, in a dark place in her life, meets All For One (aka Hisashi) and they have a brief, deeply unhealthy relationship and boom, there’s an Izuku. Hisashi, like the shit human being he is, leaves when he finds out Inko’s pregnant -- he goes on to moniter Izuku when he reaches quirk-manifesting-age via the doctor who’s name escapes me rn, but when he finds out Izuku is fully quirkless Hisashi/AFO basically throws any fucks he may have given out the window. He’s a shitty person and a shitty father.
So Izuku grows up with just his mum and him. Everything there is same as canon -- so he knows Bakugou from childhood the same, and he was bullied by him the same. That’s all just as messy as ever.
Then, when Izuku’s about 6ish, All Might comes back to Japan.
Inko gave up vigilantism when she had izuku, bc a) she couldn’t fight crime while heavily pregnant and b) when izuku’s a kid she couldn’t just leave him on his own at night. Toshi is very lost as to what happened to that vigilante he was in love with. Inko doesn’t get back in touch with him bc she’s got Izuku to prioritse now, and AM is this huge, world-famous figure now, and it’s all still raw, even though it was years ago. Then one day, they run into each other (Toshi in his slightly-less-buff Real Form + disguise). Toshi recognises her; they reconnect; Izuku gets very attached to Toshi and vice versa -- and it all goes from there.
So that lands us with why and how Toshi is Izuku’s adoptive/step-dad in this au. Izuku has a decent dad who he knows is All Might, but he obviously can’t tell anyone that. He’s still badly bullied, still got it pretty shitty.
But! Toshi chooses Izuku as his sucessor earlier in this AU bc he knows him earlier, if that makes sense? So Izuku has much longer to train and prepare his body for OFA, meets Gran earlier (so has a decent teacher earlier), his mum actually teaches him how to fight from a young-ish age (bc Inko is a GOOD MUM and she refuses to teach him anything until he’s old enough to handle it). Overall, he just has more time to prepare himself, and a bigger support network (his mum, his dad, his uncle gran).
I imagine Izuku recieves OFA not much earlier, bc his parents love him and want him to be safe -- but maybe a year or so earlier than in canon. So when he’s around 13? This gives him MUCH more time to progress his quirk to the point it’s at in that little fic i wrote.
The au of the au occurs here, bc Izuku doesn’t go to UA here, and instead trains with his dad and Gran independently. He gets a little extra help from the UA staff tho, bc he even tho he doesn’t attend, AM still teaches there (at the insistence of Inko -- because of his degrading health, she thinks it would be good for him to step away from heroing and perhaps teach?) and so he’s around and about the school with his dad a lot.
In terms of Bakugou, Izuku definitely keeps OFA a secret from him after he gets it -- he has more of a support system so doesn’t feel quite as messed up in terms of the whole complex he and Bakugou have between each other. It’s still complicated, but it lacks that part where Izuku seems to feel like he owes bakugou explanations for anything. Bakugou, obviously tho, notices something’s up, and eventually Izuku accidentally shows his quirk before they’re set to go to high school. Baku takes izuku manifesting a quirk Very Badly just the same -- hence why he still has a lot of anger towards Izuku in the AU.
kjhdfj okay i went ON AND ON, im so sorry! I hope that was part of what you were looking for? Honestly I’m still just unbelievably happy that you liked my fic enough to ask me questions about it??? You literally have brightened my life sm??? my heart is so full.
Feel free to ask anything you want! I might write more in this universe at some point, bc it was super fun; Magnetise I’m also working on! which, if toshinko is you jam, feel free ti hit up! (if it’s not, that’s very fair and i respect it)
tysm again!!!
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fairycosmos · 4 years
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God I feel like shit I'm nonbinary and want top surgery and i live in nz and the rule is if you want it free you Have to be on hormones I Dont Want for 2 years otherwise its 10-20 thousand dollars and I feel hopeless I literally cant see my life going on if I dont get that surgery but no one in my family would ever understand and have said things against it before and i dont know what to do
hi gosh im so sorry to hear that, i literally can't imagine how hard it must be. what a stupid thing, to make such a rule compulsory for all cases without exception. it's no surprise that you feel the way you do and while it may be unbelievably painful in this moment, it's entirely your right to process the sadness and anger that comes along with what you're experiencing. the only responsibility you have is to try to cope with these emotions in a healthy way, even if some days that just looks like crying in your bed or finding the energy to brush your teeth. in the present moment you don't have to be able to visualise your future because it is an ever changing and nebulous concept - and it is most likely not going to unfold the way you're anticipating it to. the fact that you can't see the possibility of happiness doesn't mean it's not there. i think a big part of being in a bad place is sort of suffocating under the illusion that everything is permanent and you'll never learn to manage etc but so much of that fear is rooted in an unreliable source: the intensity of your current emotional landscape. of course it's completely understandable as to why you feel this way - if top surgery is important to you, and you are being denied it, then of course you're going to be hurt and uncomfortable. it isn't fair at all. but i really think there are ways to come to terms with factors that are beyond your control in the present moment. and you shouldn't have to, i want to stress that. but shifting your attention to what is in your hands is often a freeing step to take. no matter how hopeless it seems.
are you able to express yourself as a non-binary person through other avenues? are you able to dress and act the way you want to? if yes, continue to explore those options unabashedly and without shame. if not, then the extent of your self repression will surely improve as you grow up and gain autonomy over your own existence. where you're at right now isn't where you'll always be, and you don't have to believe me, but it's true. also, are you able to seek out other lgbt people in your town/city, through support groups or charities or events? if so, i would recommend considering it. finding others who are struggling with the societal limitations of their identities can be a real relief. you are genuinely not alone and you don't have to go through this by yourself, even if your family are dickheads. obviously you deserve so much more than their dismissal but their actions are purely a reflection of them, you know? you don't have to beg them to understand. another suggestion would be to seek professional support for your mental health if that's a possibility, to help you deal with the difficulties of your situation. ask your doctor for a referral, or look into forms of support in your community. it doesn't have to be a big deal. having someone to talk to, and a support system outside of your personal bubble is pretty paramount. there are a myriad of coping mechanisms for both dysphoria and shitty familial bonds and while they don't solve it all, they certainly help if you engage with them consistently. i get that it all feels like too much effort, like empty words compared to the weight of what you're going through. and it's definitely daunting. if it seems like too much, even just calling an lgbt hotline or seeking out info and companionship online is a good place to start. but point is i genuinely believe in your ability to confront the issues you have a direct say in, so that when you're struggling with not having access to top surgery, you are more emotionally prepared to process it. it's entirely possible that you will be able to begin saving up for it in the future, and you never know how it's going to turn out, really. however until then you are entirely entitled to feel how you need to feel. but don't let it stop you from taking care of yourself, and living the way you want in other regards. the more you age and the more assured you become in your sense of self, the easier it'll seem. take it one day at a time, n try to look at what you can to to help yourself today. anyway this got long and ultimately i wish i could do something to proactively change things for you because i know that's the only thing that would actually count, but i just hope you know that you deserve the world and there is so much waiting for you beyond your current circumstances. if you need a friend or if you want to talk, i'll be here. sending love 💌
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kpopbopz · 5 years
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Got7 | s.o is pregnant
Request: Hello! Can you please please do a GOT7 reaction to their s/o being pregnant after trying for a long time. Thank u!!
♡.
Mark Tuan
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It was Tuesday, but not just any Tuesday, it was the Tuesday that you realized just how late your period was, six weeks to be exact. You didn’t think much of it because you were always keeping yourself busy between your marriage with Mark, your work, and hobbies, plus periods weren’t something you were excited for anyway. Since you had been trying to get pregnant for the past year with no avail, it was around that time where you both accepted that you’ll just take a break; that was until this Tuesday where you couldn’t help but wonder just exactly why you were late.
You paced back and forth in the bathroom, waiting for three pregnancy tests to reveal your destined fate; preparing yourself for the usual disappointment of a single line.
When the timer beeped on your phone and you slowly walked over to view the results, your mouth dropped. All three of them showed the positive sign that you were indeed, pregnant.
“Holy shit.”
You had to tell Mark, you called him, and by having your distinct ringtone as “Never Ever”, he knew to pick up instantly.
“What’s up babygirl?” he cooed into the phone.
“That’s what’s up,” you smiled, still staring at the unbelievable test results in your free hand.
“What do you mean?”
“Babygirl—or baby boy, inside of me, Mark, we did it.”
“What the he—wait,” it finally registered what you meant and excitement exploded through the phone, “You’re pregnant Y/n?! Really?! We’re gonna have a baby?!”
You both would start screaming on the phone with each other in pure excitement. On the other end of the phone, he would be jumping up and down with the other members, them being just as excited as he was, being that each of them were going to be the best uncles ever.
♡.
Im Jaebum [JB]
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Okay so, you guys would have a code word for when it was baby making time. Since you both were so serious about it, you would schedule the best times around when you were ovulating or just off your period and he had free time. The code phrase was that it was time to make some coffee. And let me tell you, you guys would be making loads of coffee…
In the studio. In the car. On the couch. In the shower. In bed. In Mark’s bed. In the fitting room closet.
But regardless of how many times you made coffee, and how good it was, you guys still couldn’t get you pregnant. This had been going on for five months, and even though the coffee was great, you still didn’t feel satisfied knowing that you weren’t extending your family yet.
You were about to suggest that you both took a break from trying to schedule sex. Knowing that if you kept it up, it would become more of an annoying task and the passion would be gone.
The afternoon that he had suggested making some coffee, you had a doctor’s appointment.
Just a regular checkup and some blood work done; no big deal. That was until your physician had some news for you.
“Mrs. Y/n, did you know that you’re pregnant?”
You choked on air, staring at your doctor as if she’d lost her head.
“E-Excuse me, I’m what?”
“Pregnant. Four weeks to be exact, congratulations. I can get you started on some prenatal vitamins,” she would say as you begin to shout with excitement.
After leaving the doctor, you would tell Jaebum to meet you at a coffee place. Once you both meet up there, he would see you already ordered for him. Giving you a kiss on the cheek before sitting down beside you, smirking to himself, thinking that you both were about to try some form of public coffee making next.
“What’s the plan jagi? Did your appointment go well?” he would say before taking a small sip of his coffee, not noticing the message on his coffee cup at first.
“It went very well,” you gestured toward his cup, “gosh, I can’t believe they actually spelled your name right on your cup.”
That’s when he would finally notice in plain black marker the term:
“To future daddy, a coffee bean is brewing, coming soon. xo.”
The amount of exhilaration that hit this man was insane and it wasn’t because of the coffee. He would instantly go down on his knees and press his hands gently to your stomach, nonstop grinning.
“I’m so proud of you jagi and I’m so excited to meet you little one.”
♡.
Jackson Wang
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He would have prepared you dinner, being the cute and caring hubby that he was. Your plans for the night was to eat dinner and watch a movie together before bed. You would walk into the kitchen and wrap your arms around his waist as he stood, stirring chicken in the pan.
It took you a moment to realize how strong and concoctive the scents of dinner preparation was until they became nauseating. Not because he was a bad cook, you loved his cooking, it was just so strong and overwhelming that you found yourself running back into your shared master bathroom to throw up.
After placing the towel down from over his shoulder, and dimming down the fire on the stove, he would come in after you, worried and rubbing your back gently.
“If you’re feeling ill jagi, I can make you some soup and just take care of you while you rest,” he would assure you, kissing your head while you kneeled over the toilet. It was strange. For the past week, you noticed that your sense of smell was becoming more and more sensitive and just how exhausted you’d been feeling. You squinted your eyes in the process of thinking before a lightbulb had appeared.
“Puppy, can you get out for a moment? I have to use the bathroom,” you tried to keep calm, realizing that your curiosity could be met with utter disappointment. Jackson nodded, standing to give you the space you needed.
“I’ll be in the kitchen starting on your soup, kitten. Just call me if you need me,” he would say while leaving the small space and closing the door behind him.
Instantly, you would rummage underneath the sink, pulling out one of your stashed pregnancy tests.
After taking the test and acknowledging that you were indeed pregnant; the smile on your face was vivid.
“Jagiya! Do you think you’re well enough to eat? I can bring you dinner in bed if that’s what you want,” he would call out to you.
You stepped out of the bathroom and called back out toward him, holding up the positive pregnancy test.
“Well since I’ll be eating for two, I think it’s best that I eat dinner.”
“What are you talking about jagi? You’re getting a whole meal, I have to eat too!”
“I know that, but you should be making dinner for three considering I’m eating for two.” It would take him a moment to register what you meant, feeling as if he’d just gone over this with you before the reality of the situation hit him. He would spin around, running back into the room to see you holding up a pregnancy test, a small, but still there bump on your belly.
“WE’RE HAVING A WANG PUPPY?!” he would start jumping up and down in sheer and pure excitement.
Side note: he would literally prepare a tiny plate, wanting you to authentically feed the bundle of baby inside of you.
♡.
Park Jinyoung
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You had honestly found out last week that you were expecting and three weeks along, but you wanted a creative way to tell Jinyoung that he was going to be a father. You thought of all types of things until you finally came up with the perfect way to tell him but you needed JYP’s help.
You gathered yourself at the studio, conversing with JYP that you were expecting with his name twin, and you wanted him to call him in, explaining that he would be getting a promotion and to invite all the boys to his promotion reveal the next night. He was confused as to why he was the only member in the group to be retrieving something like this but overall was very excited regardless.
He would’ve come home telling you just how excited he was, yet worrisome about what the promotion could be and what it meant for got7. You could express how proud you were of him, keeping your surprise and big reveal from him with the best poker face on.
The time came where he and the boys would head over to the studio. You would be standing in another room, waiting for the signal to come in. JYP would meet them first, making a small speech about how proud he was of Jinyoung and that he was getting everything he deserved before handing him his “promoting” papers.
Reading over the paperwork, it read that he was being promoted from just a husband to a father as well. He would break out into happy tears, and the cue word “congratulations” would allow for you to enter the room with a big smile on your face.
He would immediately come to you, holding you in his arms before dropping down to his knees and giving your tiny bump a kiss.
“Daddy is so happy for this next step in his career as a father.”
Sidenote: Jackson would be screaming in the background, begging for Mark to have their child already. Youngjae would argue that Mark was being a slut, Coco already being their child, WHICH BRINGS US TO—
♡.
Choi Youngjae
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You found out that morning that you were pregnant while he was out taking Coco for a short walk. The amount of enthusiasm that pulsed through you was nearly overwhelming. Your nausea and bloating made so much sense now that you knew you were expecting.
You couldn’t wait and you wanted to tell Youngjae instantly that you both were finally getting to extend your family of three, to a family of four, after casually trying for the past seven months.
“Jagiya~ Coco and I have returned.”
“Sunshine! Guess what!” you cooed, coming to wrap your arms around his neck. He smiled at your affections and pulled you into his embrace while peppering your face with sweet small kisses.
“Yes jagi?” he would mumble between kisses.
“Coco is getting a brother or sister,” you whispered in the most loving tone that you could, grinning while your cheeks flushed, being able to say it out loud.
“We’re getting another puppy?! How? Where? Wait, why? Coco is the only goddess dog we—”
“It’s not a puppy sunshine,” you would chuckle at his inquiries, staring into his eyes, “it’s a baby. We’re having a baby Youngjae.”
His eyes would go wide as he looked up and down from your face to your tummy.
“A human BEAN?!”
He would then run around the house with Coco running after him, screaming and smiling about how excited he was, contacting all the other members and telling them the great news. That Coco was getting a sibling!
♡.
BamBam
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BamBam had noticed that you’d been having a lot of mood swings lately. You would be happy then all of a sudden you would start to cry. He didn’t understand what was going on with you and would tell you to dab on them tears.
Of course he was very much aware that both of you had been trying to have a child, so every time you would see a baby while strolling in the park together or shopping for groceries, you would cry and send BamBam pictures of babies and express how much you really wanted to have one of your own.
You would’ve never connected that you had been pregnant for the past month until your mother had told you that you seemed to be experiencing symptoms of early pregnancy.
BamBam wouldn’t know just yet that you were pregnant until you sent him a text one day, more pictures of babies. He would be used to it by now and explain that one day you both would be having one of your own and when that day came he would be the happiest man alive.
The next picture you sent him was a picture of the positive pregnancy test you had taken earlier that day, next to a crappy drawing of a “Happiest Man Alive” certificate.
He would immediately ask you where you were, rushing to you and scooping you up in a huge hug while he kissed you over and over.
“This baby will come out dabbing, I’m already proud of them,” he would murmur toward your stomach, receiving a playful eye roll from you.
♡.
Kim Yugyeom
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The way you would tell Yugyeom was going to be through something he loved. Dance. You weren’t going to be dancing but whenever this bundle of joy was born, they would be dancing right beside their daddy so you decided the number one thing a dancer needs are a good pair of shoes.
He was in the middle of practicing his freestyle when you came to the studio. He blew you a sweet kiss before continuing to focus on his kinetic art so he wouldn’t notice you slip into his duffle bag a tiny pair of shoes with the written note, “Dancing into daddy’s footsteps, coming soon.~”
Honestly, it would be BamBam to notice the small laces popping out of the bag.
“Yo man, whose shoes are these? They’re so cute,” he would pull them out of Yugyeom’s bag, reading the note before jumping up and down enthused about being an uncle. Yugyeom, perplexed, would stop his music and turn to look at his close hyung.
“What are you talking abou—” he would look at the tiny shoes and the note you left behind and a smile would break out on his face as he began jumping up and down with Bambam.
“I’m going to be a father! Y/n’s having a baby!”
He would call you right after he was done celebrating, telling you that he would be home right away and to kiss your little bun for him while you waited for him to come home.
“I’m so excited baby girl. You’re going to be such a wonderful mommy.”
♡.
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hiya again and welcome back to reviewing and ranking my slowly dying hyperfixation, ive left a link to my previous post on this incase this is your first time seeing this but anyway onto the rest of season 2 under da cut :D
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super sunday
sue applies for square dancing with the stars with brad, mike tries making brick a sport dude by reading and frankie takes ehlert to the ass doctor. the banjo cover of eye of the tiger part was really funny and caught me so off guard when i first watched it. yet another person gets jealous because of brick and it's still humorous. this episode was really fun, above a birthday story.
valentine's day 2
sue seeks that boy whom she kissed on halloween, axl attempts to get his hot date a gift but ends up bonding with frankie instead while brick crushes on autumn. the only thing i really hate about this episode is how frankie hanging out with axl is set up like they're on a date, even mike comments about it, it's so gross but besides that, good episode, below a simple christmas.
"how did you ever land mom? you know nothing about women."
friends, lies and videotape
brick tries to make a friend, sue and carly sneak into a r-rated movie and axl and the ax-men try to go some footage of their pretty teacher for their music video. this is the episode where we get the greatest song of all time "run to me" which i regularly annoy my friends with, i absolutely love axl and the ax-men, im their biggest fan. i love sue, she can never handle doing one wrong thing because she'll feel so unbelievably guilty about it and end up punishing herself, she's such a great kid. after constantly hearing frankie talk about skipping, mike skips for 2 seconds and it's the funniest shit ever. this is such a great episode, i love it, above the big chill.
hecks on a plane
sue wins a trip to new york for four. i absolutely adore sue's dance and squeal, to the point where ive tried dancing like that and her squeals have become my happy stim, im not joking. i relate a lot to mike with planes, they're just so scary to me, i hate them. poor dude in the first class area having to deal with all if the hecks, by the end he looked like he wanted to jump out of the plane. i love this episode a lot, it's so hilarious, above the big chill.
"mom says it's my turn to be rich now."
the math class
brick gets a d on his math homework which accidentally makes frankie and mike join the parent class while sue tries to find aunt edie's time capsule for her. this is the second time one of the hecks genuinely thought aunt edie had died and it's still very humorous. i really enjoyed this one, above super sunday.
"aunt edie! you're alive!"
"i am?"
spring cleaning
after a misunderstanding with nancy donahue, the hecks realize how much pigs there are and start spring cleaning. this episode deals a lot with compulsive hoarding disorder which is something im undiagnosed but most likely have too. i LOVE how brick starts up his "information" business, it's happens to seamlessly. axl messing with sue is hilarious, i also really enjoyed when frankie found mike's "pro-con" lists, proves my point that he's autistic since as someone with autism i can say that at least most of us do indeed love making lists, probably. this episode was fun, above a birthday story.
"word in the park says you can answer any question."
"i was headed to lunch, but i got 30 seconds. what's your question?"
"why are my parents getting a divorce?"
the legacy
brick gets his cousin's ridiculous hand-me-downs clothes, axl and mike have a sock fight, and sue gets picked for cross-country mvp most punctual. i love brick's really stupid clothes from his cousin, especially his "bikini inspector" shirt, it reminds me of the "female body inspector" shirt. also this is the start of romance between sue and derrick, rewatching this episode for this it surprised me how long they've foreshadowed their romance, i kinda enjoy it to be honest. good episode, above the quarry.
"i think what you meant was: hee-hee."
the royal wedding
frankie gets hyped for the royal wedding, sue tries out for her school anchor, and due to budget cuts, there's no more pretzels at the quarry. i like how being sick makes brick more neurotypical but unfortunately that's where my compliments for this episode ends. i don't want to get too political but i fucking hate royal weddings and just the royals as a whole, especially how the other royals treat other royals for not wanting to fuck their siblings and "not keeping the bloodline pure", it's actually so disgusting. this episode was okay but i just really disliked it at the end, seeing frankie so realistically distraught about something she cares about while others around just make fun of her isn't funny, it's sad, it remains me too much of my depressing self. below errand boy, i hate to use this language but this one sucks ass.
mother's day 2
chris cut his hair for this episode and it's very noticeable. speaking of chris, bob has such an awful family and it must be so much more worse for him constantly it's revealed a few episodes after that he still lives with them, i feel so bad for my sweet boy. anyway, for her mother's day present, frankie spends the entire sunday alone while the rest of the hecks go to a fair thing and of course, she ends up hating it. i love how sue suggests it because she remembers last year, aka last mother's day episode, where frankie screamed that to pat. i love how fake frankie accidentally hitting the volleyball into tree looks and how she just jumps out of the ferris wheel after it was implied that mike said "you know what? [frick] YOU". good episode, below a simple christmas.
"yonk."
the prom
last episode axl accidentally texted weird ashley to prom so desperately tries to get out of it, brick and arlo start doing plays, and sue crushes on samantha and tries to sit with her and the cool kids. i don't understand why axl doesn't like ashley wyman, she's so lovely, i would gladly take her to prom. reverend timtom makes a surprised appearance for axl, i absolutely love axl's and timtom's talk with each other about the prom and how they just start playing guitar. i also really love brick's and mike's talk too, brick is such a smart kid, too smart even. good episode, above the quarry.
the bridge
brick attempts to overcome his irrational fear of a scary bridge, axl tries out for a lifeguard job, and sue goes through another one of her moody days. as someone with some really dumb irrational fears, i relate a lot to brick, and i mean a lot, especially when brick fully explains his fear to frankie and how brick got this fear, in his young childhood. i love how brick scares the shit out of frankie, it's both relatable and funny. bob appears in this for a bit, also trying out for the lifeguard job cuz apparently his new hobby, raising carrier pigeons, costs a lot. i frickin LOVE when sue is ranting to frankie about her swimsuits, you can see mike walk down the hall and then make a big u turn as soon as he overhears sue, it's so unbelievable hilarious, i love it. great episode, above super sunday.
"look how nervous he is. there's more relaxed people in electric chairs."
back to summer
brick and axl didn't do their assessment so they may have a chance of not graduating to next grade while sue tries to get her perfect attendance award for her graduation. i love the talk with axl and mike in their car, it's very sweet. also this was the first time they used clip show/scene, just wanted to point that out. this episode was sweet and lovely, above taking back the house.
"they're forcing me to help people against my will. doesn't that seem like communism or something?"
full season 2 ranking
before i get to the ranking i just want to mention something i forgot to talk about on my first post for this, the gag reels for the first few box sets for this show, it's just so fun, everyone seemed like they had such a fun time, i adore it. anyway, this season was good, the only real shit episode was all thanks to the ending, so if you do really want to watch the royal wedding just watch it until frankie gets up at 3am for the wedding then you can turn it off.
24. the royal wedding
23. errand boy
22. back to school
21. foreign exchange
20. valentine's day 2
19. mother's day 2
18. a simple christmas
17. taking back the house
16. back to summer
15. the quarry
14. the prom
13. the legacy
12. a birthday story
11. spring cleaning
10. super sunday
9. the bridge
8. the math class
7. the big chill
6. hecks on a plane
5. friends, lies and videotape
4. the diaper incident
3. thanksgiving 2
2. homecoming
1. halloween
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Some people who are unable to get happy, may use make-up, contacts, and hair color to hide the fact that they’re depressed, but eventually even those things will loose their color and will need to be replaced.
The best thing to do is to find your happiness. Be with friends, and family who can help you bring your color back. The brighter you are, the more vivid your colors are, the happier you are.
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I want him.
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mercenarypark · 7 years
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“ hotaliens said: WHEN U CAN talk about medic and his birds, red scout and blu scout mayhaps, ANDdddddddddddddddd what the mercs do on the weekend “ hey guys remember how i said i was gonna talk about hcs well let me finally get around to that hours late here we go
[Medic and Birds]
[these go for RED and BLU medic]
-Medic’s mother had a cockatoo, she absolutely ADORED him even when he was a baby, though ofc his mother made sure to monitor their interactions together; and even as an infant he always treated that bird with surprising gentleness, never pulling or prodding hard. that cockatoo never bit him harder than a warning nip, and she would somehow always know how to calm him down from a tantrum.
the bird died of illness right around the time the war started, and to this day he believes that somehow, those were connected. 
-medic stole his flock of doves[technically homing pigeons] from a wedding in England, not realizing that the catering van he’d stolen had an entire flock of birds and a makeshift aviary inside. the method with which he retrained them is,,,,,,, unconventional and spoiler-y for some things i have written but not published
-he holds full conversations with birds, often- not just his own, but birds in the trees, on the street, in pet stores and houses.
-the flock is mostly his homing pigeons from his stolen wedding flock, and their children; with a couple of fancy pigeons stolen from pigeon shows[because lord knows the poor things need some help, esp the ones who’ve been bred to fit a certain standard at the cost of their health and ability to function], and a few feral street pigeons he’s adopted
-the flock mostly refers to him as “papa”, “Vati” or “Opa”
-he speaks to them in German, Yiddish, and English- they understand all three
-he cries every single time an egg hatches. every time. sadly he cant let EVERY egg that they lay, hatch, because he’d never be able to care for them all, but the flock understands this and lets him remove eggs as he pleases, and in return he gives them all as much love and attention as he can
-medic’s office is his makeshift aviary, though he very rarely keeps them cooped in there- for the majority of the day they have free roam of the base. they all know where home is
-heavy, pyro, and scout all are allowed to play w/ medic’s birds whenever they want, heavy and pyro both have a key to medic’s office so they can get into the aviary without having to ask [scout WOULD have one but she’s notorious for losing keys]
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[RED Scout BLU Scout]
-for clarities sake, again, there are a lot of things i[and gabby+em]’ve written but not published that i dont want 2 spoil, and the reason that theres two of every merc is one of them; but i will say that yes, there are two versions of scout who mostly have the same backstory shit, but things differ when theyre hired as mercs
-[also, both scouts use she/her and occasionally they/them]
-both scouts have a long standing hatred for the other, and absolutely target each other on the battlefield
-this is at least a LITTLE BIT because of self loathing, IE “im gonna beat the shit out of the person who looks exactly like me”, though neither of them realize that
-RED scout is the one who comes to terms with the fact that she’s trans first and that just amplifies how much she HAAATES the BLU scout
-but RED scout is also the first of the two to go through character growth and become a genuinely better person, as she slowly comes out to her family and friends, finds support in her teammates, accidentally adopts medic as her unofficial dad, unlearns a lot of internalized bullshit,
-which infuriates BLU scout because suddenly RED scout doesnt seem to really care about fighting her anymore 
-and then BLU scout overhears one of RED mercs refer to RED scout w/ she/her pronouns and has a fucking crisis of confusion [but also validation]
-and after a lot of internal turmoil brought on by the UNBELIEVABLE Mental Fuckery that has got to come with realizing that the alternate version of yourself is openly trans while you’re still confused and closeted,
-BLU scout decides yea u know what. im trans and im not gonna hide it anymore, esp since apparently all the RED versions of my teammates are accepting so like, the BLUs should be too right???
-and they are
-BLU scout and BLU medic aren’t as close as RED scout + RED medic, for multiple reasons, but in both cases the scouts came out to the medics first [because, Hes Doctor] 
-after BLU scout starts going through her own Character Development[tm] and mellows out, both scouts are pretty chilled on the battlefield towards each other, even joking with each other about their teammates, nowhere near as violent and vicious as they were before
-most of the time that they DO fight its more casual and more like rough-housing, with bullets and also spiked baseball bats
-sorry this mostly turned into Gender Stuff hdfjghh but i took that prompt to mean “both scout’s relationships 2 the other” and the answer to that is, well, “fight” ----
[weekend]
[some of these are specific to the RED versions of everyone, sorry, though most are more general]
-demo is usually working one of his other jobs- piano gigs at fancy establishments, art commissions[hes a pretty fantastic painter, he prefers more abstract pieces and he has a very distinct style with a strong sense of movement and fluidity], and some volunteer work at the ol’ kitten orphanage [he’d work at the regular human orphanage next door, but, well. he’s got bad experiences with those. and hes scared of messing up around children]
basically even when hes technically off duty, hes still always working- its the degroot way, whether he likes it or not
but when he can relax, he usually spends as much time as he can with his parrot, keeping her entertained and socialized and happy; he also spends a lot of time in engies workspace watching him build and repair stuff while they drink together, with pyro playing whatever game they’re hyperfocused on at the moment, and, in the old days, he would spend a lot of time sneaking out to be with BLU soldier... Those days are gone in the times of WAR, of course
-engie, of course, is usually still working as well. honestly he doesnt even notice the fact that its the weekend half the time unless someone tells him, he’ll just keep pouring over blueprints and fine tuning designs. 
if you do pry him away from his work table long enough, though, he will crash on the nearest soft surface and sleep for 15 hours. rancho relaxo time motherfucker
-medic becomes a cryptid every goddamn weekend, unless you check one of four places: his bedroom, heavy’s bedroom, his office/aviary, and the morgue. you will not see him literally anywhere else. he is also only seen with at least 5-6 birds on his person at all times, as opposed to his usual 1 or 2.
he spends most of the time on the weekends being v overaffectionate with both his birds and heavy; and the rest of the time cutting open dead bodies in the morgue and injecting them with weird shit
-heavy spends a lot of time reading and writing on the weekends- editing older drafts of books he’s written, translating things to and from English to practice his skills with the language, and just, reading books he’s had recommended to him or old favorites. sometimes he reads out loud to medic while medic is busy with other things [IE he’s distracted by birds or corpses]
-spy? literally just this textpost by gabby.
http://thefrenchiestfrytisi.tumblr.com/post/161502800096/ok-before-i-go-to-sleep-though-this-image-from
 you dont need any more info than that. this is perfect. spy spends like 5 hours in the bath every saturday and 6 every sunday and its always like this
-pyro is the other cryptid at the base, no one can ever find them unless pyro WANTS to be found so they can show off a drawing they did, or a card trick they learned, or just so they can hang out w/ someone for a while
-scout is either playing Video Games[tm] from the moment she wakes up until she passes out, or she is outside jogging for 3 hours straight and then she impulse steals a golf cart, there is no middle ground here -every single saturday, soldier doesnt realize its the weekend, gets completely ready for battle, runs outside, and only sees the other soldier. and they just both fight each other for the next couple hours until someone gets them both to come inside. the rest of the weekend she’s “taming” her raccoons and planning for the next fight
-i dont care about sniper
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