#last week san(d) now this one

[blmpff]

smug (adj): having or showing an excessive pride in oneself or one's achievements

#only friends the series #ofts #sandray #sanray #should i start “vocabulary with sa(d)ray” lmao #last week san(d) now this one #vocabulary with ofts #ofts lb ep2 #blmpff #episode 2

[reasoningdaily]

My former U.S. Track and Field teammate Tori Bowie, who was found dead in her home in Florida on May 2, of complications related to childbirth at 8 months pregnant, was a beautiful runner. She was effortless. At the Rio Olympics, I ran the second leg of the 4 x 100 relay. Tori was the anchor. When she got the baton, I remember thinking, “it’s over.” She just accelerated. When she crossed the finish line, I couldn’t wait to run over to her to celebrate. It was her first, and only, Olympic gold medal.

She also picked up a silver (in the 100-m) and bronze (200-m) in Brazil. The next year, at the 2017 World Championships in London, Tori won the 100-m title, earning the title of “world’s fastest woman.” Tori started out as a long jumper. So seeing her thrive as a sprinter was a huge deal. She was just such a bright light, and people were getting to see that.

Tori grew up in Mississippi and had this huge Southern accent. She didn’t take herself too seriously. You felt this sense of ease when you were around her. I last saw her in early 2021, in San Diego, where she was training. She gave me the biggest hug; something about her spirit was just very, very sweet. I felt her sweetness come over me that day.

Tori was 32 when she died. According to the autopsy, possible complications contributing to Bowie’s death included respiratory distress and eclampsia—seizures brought on by preeclampsia, a high blood pressure disorder that can occur during pregnancy. I developed preeclampsia during my pregnancy with my daughter Camryn, who was born in November 2018. The doctors sent me to the hospital, where I would deliver Camryn during an emergency C-section, at 32 weeks. I was unsure if I was going to make it. If I was ever going to hold my precious daughter.

Like so many Black women, I was unaware of the risks I faced while pregnant. According to the CDC, in 2021 the maternal mortality rate for Black women was 2.6 times the rate for white women. About five days before I gave birth to Camryn, I was having Thanksgiving dinner with my family. I mentioned that my feet were swollen. As we went around the table, the women shared their experiences during pregnancy. My cousin said she also had swollen feet. My mom didn’t. Not once did someone say, ‘oh, well, that’s one of the indicators of preeclampsia.’ None of us knew. When I became pregnant, my doctor didn’t sit me down and tell me, ‘these are things that you should look for in your pregnancy, because you are at a greater risk to experience these complications.’

That needs to change, now, especially in light of Tori’s tragic passing. Awareness is huge. Serena Williams had near-death complications during her pregnancy. Beyoncé developed preeclampsia. I hate that it takes Tori’s situation to put this back on the map and to get people to pay attention to it. But oftentimes, we need that wake-up call.

The medical community must do its part. There are so many stories of women dying who haven’t been heard. Doctors really need to hear the pain of Black women.

Luckily, there’s hope on several fronts. Congress has introduced the Momnibus Act, a package of 13 bills crafted to eliminate racial disparities in maternal health and improve outcomes across the board. California passed Momnibus legislation back in 2021. These laws make critical investments in areas like housing, nutrition, and transportation for underserved communities. Further, several pharmaceutical companies are making advances on early detection and treatment of preeclampsia.

Three gold medalists from that 4 x 100 relay team in Rio set out to become mothers. All three of us—all Black women—had serious complications. Tianna Madison has shared that she went into labor at 26 weeks and entered the hospital “with my medical advance directive AND my will.” Tori passed away. We’re dealing with a Black Maternal Health crisis. Here you have three Olympic champions, and we’re still at risk.

I would love to have another child. That’s something that I know for sure. But will I be here to raise that child? That’s a very real concern. And that’s a terrifying thing. This is America, in 2023, and Black women are dying while giving birth. It’s absurd.

I’m hopeful that things can get better. I’m hopeful that Tori, who stood on the podium at Rio, gold around her neck and sweetness in her soul, won’t die in vain.

—as told to Sean Gregory

#Tori Bowie #Black Lives Matter #Black Mothers Health #Black Maternal Health #Allyson Felix: Tori Bowie Can't Die In Vain #Black Lives of Children Matter #Black Health Matters

[solarmorrigan]

Hands Where I Can See Them, Part 5

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Here’s the thing: Jeff isn’t actually a meddler by nature.

He’s perfectly content to let people be. He keeps himself to himself and is happy when others do the same. It’s not that he’s never curious, it’s just that he asks personal questions sparingly. And he’s probably going to ask them even more sparingly in the future, because the last time he’d asked one, he’d accidentally broken up one of his best friend’s relationships.

In fairness to Jeff, that relationship was going to blow up sooner rather than later (that is, in fact, exactly what Eddie had said to him when they’d talked a few days after the incident in question; Eddie had even said that he thinks he’d needed the wakeup call, though he’d have preferred it hadn’t happened the way it did – the way that hurt Steve so much. All the same, he seems determined to make things right, so– maybe not the worst thing in the world?), but still, Jeff feels a little… guilty isn’t quite the word, but he doesn’t have a better name for the squirm of emotion in his gut when he catches sight of Steve at Melvald’s one evening.

He hasn’t seen Steve in over a week, now – not since he’d abruptly left Eddie’s place after being unceremoniously informed that his boyfriend (Jeff’s pretty sure that’s the train Steve had been on) is apparently not actually his boyfriend.

And it isn’t as though he or Gareth or Oliver had really hung out with Steve sans Eddie before, but that doesn’t mean they wouldn’t be willing; Jeff’s experience with Steve Harrington in high school had been peripheral at best, and though he hadn’t had the best impression of him at first, he’d actually come to enjoy his company since he started hanging around Eddie after that disaster of a spring break. He doesn’t know much about D&D (though Jeff suspects he knows a lot more than he lets on), and he’s not particularly into fantasy or sci-fi, but he does have a bizarrely encyclopedic knowledge of sports, and had been excited to learn that Jeff is into baseball and hockey.

He's just as bitchy as Jeff had always thought he was, but he’s also unexpectedly kind, and funny in a way that had caught all of them off guard, and largely seems like a solid sort of guy.

And Jeff just feels kind of shitty that the last time they hung out had ended the way it had, that’s all.

That is his main excuse for why he approaches Steve in the cereal aisle at Melvald’s at 8 p.m. on a Friday.

He clears his throat. “Hey.”

Steve turns, brows furrowed as he looks to see who’s trying to get his attention, clearly not expecting any kind of social encounter, but his expression clears a bit when he sees Jeff. “Oh. Uh– Hey,” he says. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

“I don’t seem like the type to eat breakfast cereal?” Jeff teases, and a little bit of the tension in Steve’s shoulders seems to ease away.

“More like I thought I was the only person lame enough to be grocery shopping on a Friday night,” he counters with a smirk.

“You might be,” Jeff says, though he keeps his voice warm. “I just stopped in to pick up some snacks for the weekend after– uh,” Jeff stops short; shit, why did he bring that up?

Steve stares at him for a moment, calculating, and Jeff sees the moment he makes the connection.

“Hellfire tonight, right?” Steve asks, his tone almost unnervingly neutral as he looks back towards the shelves.

“Yeah,” Jeff says, still watching Steve carefully. “Just ended about half an hour ago.”

Steve gives a slow nod. “How was it?”

And – well, there are two options from here. Jeff could take Steve’s polite interest at face value, tell him it was a good session, and let them both awkwardly get on with their nights, or… He could be truthful, and maybe see how Steve’s really doing (which would also be awkward, so it’s not like Jeff really has much to lose).

“To be honest? Not great.” Jeff shrugs. “Eddie hasn’t been in good form lately.”

He can see the curve of a sad sort of smile cross Steve’s face, just briefly.

“That sucks, man. Hope he, uh… gets his head back in the game soon, I guess?” Steve offers.

Whether he does or not will probably be entirely dependent on how his plans to fix things with Steve play out; Eddie hadn’t told Jeff much (apparently, he’s done accidentally flying his dirty laundry for the time being), but he had said that Steve had asked for a little time, and that they would be talking again soon.

“I think he’s working on it,” Jeff says, rather than digging into that particular can of worms. “And, uh… How are you doing?”

“Fine,” Steve says a little too quickly. “I’m fine.”

Jeff pauses for a minute, pursing his lips and staring up at the ceiling. Is he really doing this? On a Friday night at fucking Melvald’s?

“It just sucks,” he finally says, “that…”

“That you all had to see that I’m actually an oversensitive loser when you realized I’d basically made up an entire relationship and then ran out over it like an idiot?” Steve suggests, his tone so false and light that it sets Jeff on edge.

“That Eddie couldn’t see that he had something really good in front of him. That he completely fumbled it,” Jeff corrects him.

It’s only after he’s spoken that he remembers they’re in a public place, and that talking to one guy about his relationship with another guy isn’t particularly safe. He glances around, hoping it’s not too little, too late, and is relieved to find that the store is just as empty as it had been when he’d first stepped in. When he looks back to Steve, he finds him staring, brows furrowed like he’s trying to puzzle something out.

“Isn’t Eddie one of your best friends?” Steve asks at last.

Jeff shrugs. “Makes me qualified to point out when he’s been an idiot.”

Steve says nothing, just pins Jeff with that confused stare for a moment longer before turning back to the shelf, as if he might finally decide on what cereal he wants.

“If it helps at all,” Jeff says, more quietly this time, “the reason we were even talking about it is because I asked Eddie how it was going – the two of you dating. We all thought you were. We were– well, probably not just as surprised as you, but pretty damn surprised when Eddie said you weren’t.”

“That… actually does. A little,” Steve answers softly, cutting a quick glance at Jeff. “Thanks.”

Jeff shrugs. “It’s just– Eddie’s not– he’s not a bad guy. He gets caught up in things, and he forgets to pay attention, but he wouldn’t do something like that on purpose.”

“I know,” Steve says, not quite sharp, but not quite gentle, either.

“Sorry, I’m not… trying to talk him up. I swear I’m not here advocating for him, or whatever.” Jeff sighs. “You’re totally within your rights to tell him to fuck off—hell, you can tell me to fuck off—I just wanted to say that if he tells you he’s sorry, if he says he wants to fix it, he really does mean it.”

“Yeah. I know,” Steve says again, and this time he sounds gentle – a little soft and distant.

Jeff reaches up and clasps one hand over Steve’s shoulder, giving it a quick squeeze before releasing him. “Anyway, if we’re not going to be seeing you at any of the regular places, you should come over and catch a game sometime.”

It seems like a given that Steve won’t be sitting in on anymore Hellfire sessions for a while, or coming to see their gigs at The Hideout like he had been (he’s already missed one, and they had all pretended not to notice the way Eddie had completely ignored the side of the room with the table where Steve would usually sit and watch), but Jeff finds himself unwilling to let go of his friendship entirely.

“Yeah?” Steve asks, glancing over again.

“Sure.” Jeff shrugs. “Offer stands. Gareth and Oliver’d be happy to see you, too.”

“They’re not into sports,” Steve says.

“But they can be bribed with snacks,” Jeff answers, and Steve gives a huff of a laugh.

“Cool,” he says, the first real smile Jeff’s seen from him all night beginning to cross his face. “I’ll give you a call sometime.”

Jeff smirks at him. “Will you have your people call my people?” he teases, and Steve reaches out to give his shoulder a light shove.

“Fuck off, man,” he snickers.

“Only because I have other things to do,” Jeff says, heading back down the aisle the way he’d come. “Night, Harrington.”

“Night,” Steve calls back after him, sounding a bit lighter than when Jeff had found him.

Feeling a little lighter himself, Jeff snags an extra package of Ho Ho’s on the way to the register. He figures he’s earned it.

Part 6

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#steddie #steve harrington #jeff stranger things #steve & jeff #steve & corroded coffin #stranger things #sorry this bit's short but it's going to pick up soon! #solar wrote

[deja-yu]

Co-workers - Choi San Chapter 1/3

Genre: Fluff (for now :])

2.7K

Synopsis: San quickly becomes your work bestie but neither of you want to end up as 'just friends' -> Ch 2

Your steps feel heavy as you follow your new manager down past a couple rows of desks before she stops and points at an empty desk at the end of a row. Window on the right and 4 more desks to the left, exchanging awkward hell’s with the people on your row and the one that sat on the other side of the row. Once at your desk your manager told you to settle while she went to fetch you some documents. A deep sigh leaves you and you hear someone chuckle in front of you. Leaning towards the window to look past your desktop you meet the eyes of a man your age who is doing the same. Resting his head on his hand with a grin, “First day’s are always rough huh?” you nod and he perks up, reaching his hand over in the gap for you to shake. “I’m San, I started here two weeks ago. At least now I am not the only newbie" he says it in a teasing tone but the smile he sends you helps take some of the weight from your shoulders. The return of your manager makes you wave him a little goodbye which makes him laugh, trying to ignore the embarrassment from not having said a single word to him in return you try to focus on the manager info dumping your new tasks. 

-

You spend the next two weeks trying to find your way around the office, and your co-workers. Everyone was nice enough but they didn’t seem too bothered about the steep prices of the restaurants around the building, whereas you went back to eating home packed lunches after joining them for lunch once. Wondering if they were really making that much more money or just insane to pay 20 for a glorified salad. That is however why you and San started eating lunch together, who had previously been eating alone. You spot him when you enter the cafeteria of the building. It was shared between all departments so it was a bit more populated. Having already accepted to sit alone and on your phone, you were surprised when you spotted San. Equally alone on his phone in an empty corner. You took a deep breath and walked over. “Hi, is it okay if I sit with you?” he glances from his phone with surprised eyes, “Oh! Newbie. Yes of course” grinning as he waves to the seat across from him, “the expensive lunches not your thing?” you snort “you and me both I assume” he chuckles in response and confirms with a nod. “So what did you bring?” putting his phone down to give you his full attention. Cheeks heating up as you pull out last night's left-overs. "It looked better last night I swear” defending yourself preemptively he chuckles “Didn’t say nothin”. As your cheeks seem to flush even more, a small smirk tugs at his lips before he pulls his lunch box and shows you his own meal, left overs from last night.

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“San?” you whisper while leaning over towards his desk, he pokes his head to the side with a smile. “Yes?” you give him your best puppy eyes, “Can you get my stuff from the printer?”. Smile quickly turning into a glare he sighs, “Is he still trying to get a date with you?” you pout and nod. Another sigh before he gets up and you watch him pass Ben’s desk, the latter's head pops up and quickly starts a conversation with San. You giggle when San sends you a glare. As he returns you send him a big smile, “thank you, thank you” you tell him as he hands you the documents over the desktops before sitting down. With a smile you retrieve a candy from your bag and put it on San’s desk, rolling it over and he grabs it just before it rolls off the desk. Smiling to yourself before going back to work. San’s smile was a little bigger as he enjoyed the sweet taste of the candy, but that wasn’t the main reason for his smile. 

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It was only you and San left in the office, being assigned to a project together. It was your second month with the company now but besides San you haven’t really made friends with other co-workers. Ben wants to hang out, but you don’t want to hang out with Ben. You were going through documents together on San’s computer but your brain was fried. San bumps into your shoulder, “what?” you question. He chuckles, his eyes scrunching as he smiles. Finding you adorable enough to ignore how he had been working solo for the last half hour. “Do you want to call it quits? I can finish on my own?” straightening up you shake your head. “No, no I am here. Sorry, what do we still need to do?” His smile is still bright enough even this late into the day to bring some energy back to your body. San points out some items that need improvement before you can send it in, working together you manage to finish the document within another hour.

In the elevator down you check the bus times before sighing, the buses no longer running as much this late in the evening, the next one coming in 45 minutes. “You need a ride? My flatmate is picking me up, they won’t mind dropping you off” you consider it for a second, but just as you are about to reject not wanting to be an inconvenience, San cuts you off “It might start raining again” he smiles at the way your mouth closes as you rethink the offer for a moment, “Alright, but only if your friend agrees” “he will” San persists.

The two of you are waiting for about 3 minutes but you shiver from the cold breeze, summer slowly coming to an end. Without a word San drapes his blazer over your shoulders, it blocks out the cold air, an instant relief, your tense shoulder dropping making him smile. “Better?” you nod and thank him, you put your hands through the armholes to wear it properly, wrapping the blazer tighter around yourself.  You could smell his perfume and you get lost in thought, earlier tonight as you leaned in close the same smell greeted you. You wondered how he managed to still smell so nice after such a long day. A car pulls up with a honk and San waves, “That’s them” you follow his steps. The window is rolling down in the meantime and a guy around yours and Sans age pokes his head out. “OHHHH!! Is that the famous Y/N?!” His hair is half blonde, half black like an oreo. And you can’t help but laugh when San starts whacking him through the window. The driver easily dodges and rolls the window back up till San retreats his hands, “Open my car Wooyoung”. You watch Wooyoung stick his tongue out before he looks at you, “You should let them get in first!! Where are your manners? After talking about them so much”. San seems to give up with a sigh and steps aside so you come a bit closer and greet oreo boy. “San said you wouldn’t mind dropping me off but I can still take the bus if it’s an issue” the boy immediately protests with many no’s and tells you to get in the car. The loud click letting you know he unlocked the doors. You go to open the backdoor, “What are you doing? Sit next to me, am I scary?” you get taken aback, “oh! No, I just thought San would sit in the front” Wooyoung scoffs, “Don’t worry about him”. You look at San who lets out another sigh, you silently ask him for permission and he gives you a pouty face when he notices, “We won’t get home if we go against him, he is very persistent”. 

Wooyoung is tapping the steering wheel excitingly while San opens the passenger door for you. Getting into the seat you spot another guy in the back who gives you an awkward wave. San has barely closed the door behind you before Wooyoung excitingly leans close “That’s Yeosang, but tell me Y/N. Has our Sannie been treating you well?” you giggle but tell him yes, fortunately so. Hearing the back door close you go to buckle up “Just bring them home Wooyoung, they’re tired… I’m tired” San says while sticking his face between the front seats. “Alright, alright! Here but in your address” Wooyoung hands you his phone and bickers with San while you put in your address. You snort at the back and forth between the two, when you hand Wooyoung back his phone he immediately turns his full attention back to you. “Why are you here?” San asks Yeosang, “He promised me mcdonalds” Another question asking as to why he is in the backseat and not the front, “Because I always sit in the back”.

Wooyoung waits all but 2 minutes (the time he needed to merge back into traffic) before asking you questions again. San told me you were new in town, San told me you like going on hikes, San told me about Ben, are you into Ben? You face scrunches in disgust making wooyoung chuckle as he catches it in the corner of his eye. “No, he is a little too weird for me. He has asked me out I think like six times by now” now Wooyoung's face scrunches in disgust. “Do you have a partner?” you shake your head “Just tell him you do have a partner” you sigh “I did! After the third confession”. San grumbles in the backseat, “You told me he stopped asking after that” you turn in your seat to look at him pouting. “Well, I just started to get good at avoiding him, but when you called in sick last week he asked me out on both days when I had to go to the printer myself” He rolls his eyes. “Just say you’re dating San” Yeosang jumps in, causing there to be a small pause in the car before Wooyoung starts laughing. San tells him to shut up and gives him a small shove, Yeosang seems offended but you turn back to the road with red cheeks. “Why not? Is he not your type?” Wooyoung jokes, “If not, I am single and ready to pick you up tomorrow” San snorts behind him “In my car?” Wooyoung ignores his friend. “San told me you guys live together?” Wooyoung chuckles at your quick attempt to change subject but lets you, talking about how he and Yeosang met in college doing the same program, they met San later when they all ended up getting hired at the same domino’s. “Oh so pizza nights at your place must be great” they all laugh, “We got fired after a month” Yeosang says before giggling. “Only because the kitchen caught fire” Wooyoung says, which makes your eyebrows shoot up, he notices and laughs trying to backtrack. “It wasn’t our fault!! It was a really disgusting place and we didn’t even cause the fire. They just blamed it on us because it happened after we closed”, “I think it was the rats” San adds from the backseat making you laugh. 

“Let me walk you to the door” San says as he gets out with you, making you turn from saying your goodbyes to the other two with a small jump. “Oh no… It’s alright” But he doesn’t budge just giving you a smile, you’ve gotten to know him well enough while working with him that this is his ‘You better do what I say’ smile. Rolling your eyes you shut the door and start walking towards the building in front of you. “You’re really annoying sometimes you know that” he chuckles, “Just want to make sure you get in safe”. Which is just great, it’s not like you lied to the car of strange men to take you to a building 2 streets from yours. Panic building as you get closer and closer you don’t even hear what San is asking till he tugs you to a halt by grabbing your wrist. “You okay?” glancing between him and the door you unconsciously bite your lip. But you see the elevator door open in the lobby, brushing San off you give him a big smile “I’ll see you tomorrow!” rushing to enter after the person exits the building. Alright, now you just get in the elevator and take the stairs back down. Too caught up in the stress of playing off lying to your work bestie you don’t look back to see San laughing, hand coming to cover his mouth before he turns back. You also miss how Yeosang jogs up to him while holding your phone. 

By the time you make it down the stairs from the third floor you freeze, San outside going over the names on the mailboxes. “What are you doing?” it comes out harsh and it makes him straighten up stuttering while his cheeks redden. “You… you forgot your phone” your face relaxing as an oh slips from you followed with an apology. San is rubbing his neck “It’s alright, I couldn’t call you” motioning towards your phone as explanation “and you didn’t tell me what number you lived on so this was the fastest way… but I kinda look like a stalker” he breathes out with a laugh. Embarrassed by the situation he lowers his head but soon enough realisation dawns on him and his head lifts with a questioning look, “but why did you come back down? Did you notice it was missing?” pausing you feel your face heat up, avoiding his eyes before you murmur out your answer. “Sorry what?” you glance at him quickly before looking away again “This isn’t my building” San looks up at the building “oh”. Wanting to disappear you groan “I just… It’s a habit when I don’t know the person” clutching his heart he lets out a small ouch. “No! Like it’s just with taxis and stuff… It’s not like we’re..” he cuts you off with a laugh. Embarrassment floods your veins and you cover your face with a sigh. “Hey! No worries. I tell my sister to do the same. I’ll just assume with people you don’t know you meant those two dipshits” a chuckle comes from you and it makes him smile, but you're still covering your face so he covers your hands with his to pull them from your face. Heart doing a somersault when your eyes meet his which crinkle as he smiles. He lets go of your hands but you grab back onto one of them “You want to walk me home?” his smile turns into a grin as he nods. Walking past the car Wooyoung is hanging out the window “What the hell are you two doing?” you jump a little, too caught up to remember they were waiting. As a result you try to remove your hand from Sans but he squeezes your hand slightly before loosening his grip, giving you a questioning look. You stare into his eyes a moment before tugging your hand away again, this time he lets you but his smile does seem to drop slightly. He hides it by turning back to Wooyoung “You drove to the wrong street! I will be right back” you can hear Wooyoung complain about how he didn’t but San just waves him off. 

“So… you sure this is the right building?” he teases while you search for your keys in your bag. “Ha ha ha yes this is the right one” sending him a glare as you finally fish out your keys. “You will be at the company outing tomorrow right?” As you ask him you give him puppy eyes in case his answer is no. “Oh yea, it’s not really optional. But don’t worry it’s dinner and by the time you’ve finished your plate everyone will be too drunk to notice if you leave” watching his shoulder tense a little the dread you’ve had about this twist a tad tighter. “I need to get back to the car” right, his friends were waiting. “Sorry for tonight… thanks again for everything” ensuring it was no problem he finishes his goodbye with a small wink “I will see you tomorrow evening”. It’s not till you're in the elevator with red cheeks that you notice his blazer still keeping you warm. 

#ateez fanfic #ateez x reader #ateez fluff #ateez imagines #choi san x reader #san x reader #ateez #ateez x y/n #san x y/n #san fluff #i have 3 things i am working on an i am stuck on all of them including this <3

[goldenseresinretriever]

Snitches Get Stitches: Chapter 10

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader

Part of the San Diego Dogfighters universe

Summary: Jake Seresin, golden boy of the NHL and Captain of the Dallas Stars makes headlines when he unexpectedly signs with newly-formed San Diego Dogfighters. When your future seems at the verge of crashing down, you receive the opportunity of a lifetime to become the team physician for the Dogfighters. You never expected to be working directly with your favorite hockey player. Jake has a secret and you have a job to do. Will he be able to trust you enough to help and will you be able to trust him with your heart?

Chapter CW: 18+ ONLY, fluff, swearing, medical inaccuracies, hockey inaccuracies, legal inaccuracies. No use of Y/N. Any opinions on NHL teams expressed by my characters are not my own and describe fictional versions of these teams.

Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: Our favorite couple is enjoying some well-deserved R&R~

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You’ve spent the last two weeks out of work. You’d called Maverick the morning after your accident, explaining your situation and he’d appointed Jake to keep an eye on you since if you wouldn’t be there to work with him there was little reason for him to come into work. He said he’d explain your situation to Cyclone and you couldn’t help but worry even though no one but Zam and Javy knew you were recovering in Jake’s house, in his bed. The first couple of days had made you lightly stir-crazy as Jake insisted on you getting complete rest, and while you were content to spend the day curled up in bed with your boyfriend, the logical part of your brain was panicking. Jake compromised by bringing a mat from his home gym into the bedroom and performing stretches under your watchful eye. By the end of the first week, you were up and moving around again, and the cuddling extended to the living room, Jake getting creative with at-home dates for the two of you. From homemade pizza and a movie to evening strolls along the beach behind the house with Pudding, the two of you were making the absolute most of your time together. After the incident in the bathroom, however, Jake had been keeping his distance sexually. You both knew “strenuous physical activity” was off the table until you were fully healed so the two of you had agreed to pump the brakes for the time being and take things slow. Not that you didn’t spend every night curled in the safety of his arms, but some sacrifices had to be made. Jake had teasingly marked the Sunday before the two-week anniversary of your accident on his calendar as “D-Day” with a winky face since you’d be returning to work the day after. You’d teased him endlessly for his childishness but a part of you was just as excited as he was. Keeping your hands off him wasn’t easy when you spent every minute of every day with him and you hadn’t helped by escalating things in the bathroom that day.

Now D-Day was tomorrow and you were making some final preparations that Jake was blissfully ignorant of. The two of you had continued physical therapy at home and Jake’s knee was healing well. So well that he was out right now walking the dogs all by himself while you and Zam were sprawled across from each other on the couch while she filled you in on all the goings on at work. She’d stopped by your apartment on her way here to pick you up some things you’d asked for.

“You got everything?” You ask as you sort through the bag as quickly as you can, glancing at the front door to make sure Jake isn’t back yet. You don’t want to ruin the surprise. Zam grins conspiratorially.

“Well almost all of it, let’s just say I took some creative liberties with the last item.” You raise an eyebrow before you feel your fingers brush plastic wrap at the bottom of the bag and you pull out the mysterious package, your breath catching as you realize what it is and you look up at Zam in surprise.

“They arrived?!” She nods, squealing in excitement as you tear into the plastic wrap and unfurl the fabric inside. The jersey is predominantly olive green with gray sleeves and golden accents with the Dogfighters logo in the center. You turn it around to see the golden number 86 on the back and Seresin emblazoned above it. “Oh Zam, it’s perfect!” You squeal as you hug the fabric to your chest, burying your cheek against it.

“Remember, that’s his official one, okay? He has to wear that at games so don’t do anything too freaky with it.” You roll your eyes, cheeks flushing slightly. “The first round of official merch should be coming in next week, so I’ll make sure to set aside one for you if you tell me what size you want.”

“You say that like you haven’t already checked the one in my closet and have the size memorized.”

She shrugs. “Just giving you a chance to speak now or forever hold your peace.” You shake your head just as you hear the creak of the front door and fold the jersey as quickly as you can before burying it back in the duffel bag, pulling the zipper shut just as a chorus of happy barks greet your ears. Pudding and Roxie bound over to you as Jake hangs up the leashes and takes off his shoes. “Who’s this?” Zam exclaims as a dachshund rounds the couch and attempts to climb the couch as Pudding nudges her nose under the smaller dog’s butt, boosting her onto the couch before climbing up and throwing herself across your lap. You laugh as you shower her in pets while Zam gives attention to the jealous brown bundle she’s scooped into her lap.

“That’s Roxie,” Jake explains as he rounds the couch, placing a kiss on your cheek as he squeezes in next to you. “She’s Javy’s little girl.”

“WHAT?” Zam is shocked as she pauses her cuddling of Roxie who takes massive offense to the gesture and nips at Zam’s hand impatiently. “Javy Machado, puck slut extraordinaire, is a doggy daddy?” You burst out laughing at her reaction as Jake nods solemnly. “How come I’ve never heard anything about this before? I did my research and it’s very thorough.”

You roll your eyes at that. “He keeps her super private because he doesn’t want her to tarnish his playboy reputation. At least that’s what he says.” You shrug.

“So where is he tonight, then?” Zam asks as she resumes petting Roxie.

It's Jake’s turn to roll his eyes. “He’s spending the weekend in Cabo with some girls he met at a bar on Wednesday.”

“He’s in CABO? He has work on Monday, he knows this right?” Zam exclaims, eyes wide with shock. Jake nods.

“He wanted one last offseason hurrah before the season starts.”

“So you’re watching his dog?”

“Actually, he watches her whenever Javy hooks up with someone.” You clarify and Zam groans, rolling her eyes.

“Is this poor girl ever at home?” Jake chuckles at that. Zam pauses for a moment, and you can see the gears turning in her head before she looks up at the two of you, light twinkling in her eyes. “Actually! She might be the key to fixing Javy’s reputation!” Jake raises an eyebrow and she continues. “There’s nothing the media loves more than a big guy and his small dog! Do you think he’d bring her to the arena sometime? Maybe to a game?” Jake shakes his head, sighing.

“He doesn’t even keep her at home when he has girls over, I doubt he’d bring her anywhere where there’ll be press.” Zam groans.

“Well maybe we can convince him, and by we I mean you. You owe me one since I’m covering for the two of you.” Jake grimaces but nods.

“I’ll try but I can’t promise anything. Believe me, I want Javy to grow up as much as you do but he’s set in his ways. Not to mention he’s still pissed at me for not saying anything about my knee… or Bugs.” He runs his finger down your arm. Zam gives him a sad smile.

“He’ll forgive you soon enough, just give him time.” She glances at her phone and sighs. “Okay lovebirds, I’m gonna head out. I’ll see you both on Monday, yeah?” She carefully moves Roxie out of her lap before standing and stretching. Jake gets up to walk her out while you’re trapped under Pudding. Roxie climbs over Pudding to lie on top of the pile and when Jake comes back he chuckles at the sight of you buried under the two dogs. He pulls his phone out and snaps a picture as you smile up at him.

“Look at my girls.” He coos and you blush, still getting used to his blatant sweetness. You stretch a hand out to him.

“Come join the cuddle puddle,” he takes it and you pull him back to his spot on the couch and he lifts Pudding’s back legs to slide underneath. You lean your head on his shoulder and he presses a kiss to your head gently before the four of you drift off into an afternoon nap.

***

The next morning you lean over Jake’s sleeping face watching his eyelashes flutter against his cheeks. “Happy D-Day, Jake.” You whisper softly, leaning in to press a featherlight kiss against his cheek and it shifts under your lips as Jake smiles.

“Mornin’, sweet girl.” He opens one green eye and gazes at you with a look full of pure adoration. “How’re you feeling?” You giggle, leaning our cheek on his shoulder so you’re face to face.

“Absolutely perfect.” You lean forward to press a kiss to his lips and he returns it enthusiastically, groaning softly against your mouth as he pushes up, rolling you underneath him as you squeal in delight. “Jake!”

“Mhm?” He hums, making no move to deepen the kisses, content to place pecks of varying length against your lips between your giggles. You reach up to cup his cheeks, his beard scratching against your palms, holding him to you as you pull away just far enough to lean your forehead against his. “Hi,” his voice is still gravelly with sleep as his emerald eyes keep yours locked with his, a magnetic attraction that you can’t look away from.

“Hi,” the smile you’re trying to hide bursts forth and spreads across your face, and Jake returns it with one of his own. Your thumbs stroke into the divots formed by his dimples deepening into his cheeks as yours heat under his gaze. He leans in to kiss the tip of your nose, grin widening in delight as you scrunch it up in response, another giggle escaping your lips.

“As much as I’d love to celebrate by keeping you in my bed all day,” you whimper in response and he brushes his nose against yours. “I have other plans for today.” You pout up at him playfully and he nips at your lips, causing you to giggle again. “Take your time getting ready, I’m gonna get started in breakfast.” You groan as he rolls off of you, climbing out of bed and you bite your lip at the sight of him, framed in the stray sunbeams that creep in through the gap in the curtains. The muscles of his bare back roll as he stretches and his sleep pants are slung low on his hips.

“Are you sure I can’t convince you to take a rain check on those plans?” He turns to glance at you over his shoulder, smirking at where you’re propped up on one elbow, worrying your bottom lip, and smiling up at him. He chuckles, turning fully and placing his hands on his hips, giving you a look of mock exasperation.

“C’mon pretty girl, it’s our last day of vacation, let me treat you like the queen you are.” Your cheeks heat as you let your head fall back slightly as you look at him dreamily.

“You always treat me like a queen.” He walks back over and leans over the bed to kiss you slowly.

“Then let me treat you like a goddess.” He whispers against your mouth as he pulls away. You reach for him but he escapes your grasp, stopping at the doorway to blow you a kiss as he disappears to the kitchen. You groan, flopping back into bed. A part of you wants to savor every second of your last day of privacy before the two of you have to go back to work tomorrow and pretend that you haven’t spent every second of the last two weeks wrapped around each other. The other part of you wants to coax Jake back to bed and spend the rest of the day forgetting that time exists outside your little bubble while the two of you get drunk off the desperacy you’ve been holding back for the last two weeks. But if Jake has plans, you don’t want to get in the way of them.

***

You freshen up but don’t change quite yet, waiting for Jake to clue you in to what the appropriate attire for his plans entails. You pad into the kitchen to see Pudding sitting at Jake’s feet as he slips her a breakfast sausage and you pause for a moment, just soaking in the domesticity. You pull out your phone, snapping a photo for later before sneaking up behind Jake and snaking your arms around his bare waist, leaning your cheek against the muscles of his back. “Hi,” you whisper against his warm skin and you feel the answering chuckle reverberating through his chest.

“Hi,” he whispers back, and you peek around his body just in time to see him scooping bacon and more sausages onto a plate next to a heaping plate of eggs.

“So what are these plans you have for today?” You ask as you detach yourself from Jake and start getting out plates and setting places for the two of you at the counter. Jake brings over the plates piled with breakfast food and you start serving the two of you. It feels comfortable, and routine because it is. Every morning for the last few weeks, it’s been the two of you and Pudding and it’s become your new normal. Since moving to San Diego you’ve spent more time in Jake’s kitchen than your own, and now you’d spent the past two weeks living here full-time and a small part of you wonders what it would be like to stay this way forever. Jake hasn’t asked you to leave but he also hasn’t asked you to stay. What happens after today has been one big question mark. Sure you’re going back to work but now you’re dating your number one patient and directly breaking your oath as a doctor as well as your contract. You and Jake have agreed to make things work but that’s been easy when you’re playing house in your little suburban bubble. Tomorrow will bring new challenges, but as Jake comes around the counter to sit next to you, dropping a kiss on the crown of your head, you know that no matter what changes, Jake won’t leave you. He’s promised as much over and over. IF YOU GO, I GO. His words replay in your mind every day and while the sensible part of your brain knows he shouldn’t be so willing to throw his career away for you, the fact that he seems so ready to brings you peace when you feel like spiraling. You’ll figure things out together.

“So I was thinking,” Jake says as he starts loading up his plate. “We could pack food and have a beach day, and watch the sunset.”

“That sounds perfect.” You lean your head against his shoulder as you start eating. Jake slides your matcha latte across the counter to you. Ever since you told him you don’t drink coffee, he’s been making one for you every morning.

***

After breakfast, the two of you put together sandwiches and pack up lunch for the day. It’s a beautiful day for a picnic and you’re thankful for the relative privacy of the beach behind Jake’s house. The waves lap along the shore as you dig your toes into the damp sand, letting it cool you while the San Diego sun beats down on your face. Jake’s setting up the blanket and Pudding dashes straight for the water. “Pudding wait!” You shout, running after her without a second thought and just as your hand closes around her collar a wave smashes straight into the two of you, soaking you head to toe instantly.

Thankfully, holding onto Pudding keeps you from getting knocked over but you’re spluttering as the water recedes. Pudding is shaking her fur, getting water everywhere as Jake’s hand closes around your arm gently, turning you to him. You’re sure you look like a drowned rat as you rub salt water out of your eyes with your free hand.

“You okay, sweet girl?” His green eyes match the ocean around you and they’re full of concern as he takes in your bedraggled state. You nod, spitting out salt water and taking his hand in yours. Your lips curl into a playful smirk as his eyebrow raises in question just as you yank him in front of you as another wave hits. You watch him gasp in surprise as the wave drenches him and you squeal with laughter. Pudding, never one to be left out, is jumping all over Jake and now the three of you are soaked to the bone.

Jake gives you a look that sends shivers down your spine. You’ve only ever seen it when he’s on the ice. You’ve picked a fight you can’t win. You help, running backward through the surf, doing your best to kick up enough water to slow him down. Unfortunately, even with his bad knee, Jake has the athleticism of a hockey player and he’s catching up to you, quickly. Finally, you decide to stand your ground and as Jake approaches you start kicking up a frenzy of water in an attempt to defend from Jake’s advances but he pushes right through towards you. Just as he’s about to reach where you’re grinning at him, another wave hits and this time you don’t have anything to hang onto. You go tumbling at the force of the water hitting you, gasping in shock. Water fills your mouth and nose and you’re spluttering as you struggle to regain your footing until a pair of strong arms wrap around your middle and you’re clambering up Jake’s torso as he pulls you close. He’s walking out of the surf now, the lightheartedness of your chase gone for the moment, overshadowed by his concern for your safety. Once the water is just lapping at his tanned ankles he stops, rubbing your back to coax your head out of where it’s tucked into the salt-kissed skin of his neck. “Bunny, you good?” You nod into him, pressing a soft kiss to the skin there, nosing at it gently. “Need to hear your voice, baby.” He says as he keeps rubbing soothing circles.

“I’m okay, Jake.” Your voice sounds raw from the salt water you swallowed and you cough up some. Jake pats your back as he gently puts you down. His eyes search your face, worriedly, and you’re sure you look a mess, the salt water making your eyes red and irritated. You reach a hand up to cup his cheek and he turns to press a kiss against the skin of your palm. “I’m always safe with you, Jake.” You whisper and you see emotions swimming in his eyes that you’re sure are mirrored in your own. And when he kisses you, you don’t mind the taste of salt in your mouth so much.

Jake leads you back to the blanket and you shiver, sitting down on the corner, trying not to soak the fabric beneath you. He unbuttons his soaked white button-down immediately, shrugging it off and stripping off his black undershirt, handing it to you and you take it. “Jake, you really don’t have to.” You say, examining the soaked black fabric that’s already heavy in your hands. He gives you a curious look.

“As much as I’m enjoying the view, Bunny, I don’t really feel like sharing.” You’re confused until he nods at your soaked sundress and you glance down, realizing that the thin white material has soaked through, revealing the black cotton set you’re wearing underneath. Gasping, you pull Jake’s undershirt over your head to cover yourself to the best of your ability, shivering as the damp fabric sticks to your bare skin. Jake sits down next to you, pulling you against the warm skin of his chest that’s exposed by his open shirt. You snuggle into his embrace as he digs into the bag you lugged down from the house.

There’s a strawberry placed against your lips and you take a bite appreciatively, humming with pleasure at the sweet taste before Jake polishes it off. Pudding is still racing around in the water, chasing something the two of you can’t see. This right here is your special piece of paradise and for the first time in weeks, you’re not worried about how long it’ll be before it slips through your fingers.

A/N: Can’t wait to see what else Jake has planned for D-Day 😉

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[denspollen]

some very sick and sneezy d/ennis r/eynolds under the cut ft. very caring m/ac :] 3.4k words, cw for non-graphic mess towards the end

for @snzfanatic !! my first fic on here pls be nice loll

It starts on Tuesday evening, when Dennis arrives back at his and Mac’s apartment after a quick detour to Dee’s place — he’d been stupid enough last week to lend her their copy of Temple of Doom, having forgotten about the whole ordeal until they’d settled on it for their movie night. Naturally, Dennis had done the noble thing and gone out to pick it up, sans Mac, on account of the weather outside being “too goddamn awful” to warrant him tagging along.

Speaking of…

“Jesus Christ, dude,” Mac says incredulously as Dennis hangs up his coat, the violent shudder that runs down his spine not going unnoticed. He’s dripping rainwater all over the floor, once-perfect curls now matted against his forehead. “What the fuck happened to you?”

“C-car broke down,” he mutters irritably, swiping a slender finger discreetly underneath his nose. “H-had to… t-to walk back half the way.”

Mac scoffs. “And you didn’t think to call me? You— you took so long; I was worried!”

“Well,” Dennis starts, sniffling softly against a curled finger. “I’m f-fine, aren’t I?”

Mac, ever overbearing, furrows his brow, unconvinced. “Are you?”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Come on, man,” he sighs, shifting over on the couch to make room for Dennis, who sits down promptly, setting the DVD down on the coffee table and shivering a little too violently for Mac to pretend nothing’s amiss. “You must be freezing. And you’re all…” He gestures vaguely to his nose. “…drippy, here.”

Dennis’s cheeks flush the same shade of pink as the rims of his nostrils, one hand jerking upward to wipe abashedly at his face. “It’s rainwater.”

Mac sighs. If he knows Dennis — and he does, better than anyone else (except maybe Dee, the bitch) — there’s no way he’s going to admit to his “perfect” immune system having been compromised in even the slightest possible way.

“Whatever, man,” he mutters, slowly rising to insert the disc into the DVD player. “Just don’t get all pissy with me when—”

“hk’SHHhuh!”

There it is.

Mac cringes at the thick sniffle that follows. “Bless you.”

“Mm… thank— thahh… h-huh’TSCHhh!” Dennis groans weakly, hands steepled over his nose, eyes tearing slightly.

“Bless you. Don’t use your hands, man, that’s disgusting.” Mac ignores the downright murderous glare Dennis gives him in response as he reclaims his seat on the couch, unable to help the way he reaches over to give his shoulder a little squeeze. “You alright? Need a tissue?”

“No,” Dennis murmurs stuffily in response, rubbing at his clearly irritated nose with the heel of his palm. “No to— to needing a tissue, not… ‘m fine, man. Just put the goddamn movie on.”

“At least go change into something warmer,” Mac suggests, borderline exasperated. “You’re soaked. There’s no way that’s comfortable.”

Dennis sniffles; wipes his nose on his sleeve — a very un-Dennis-like move, and something that’s immediately telling of the cold he’s no doubt coming down with. “Fine.”

He stands shakily, nose twitching and lashes fluttering in a vain attempt to hold back another sneeze as he stalks past Mac and over to his bedroom. His breath hitches once, twice, before inevitably—

“eh’SCHhhh!… guh… hh’ehh… hh’ESCHhuh!”

The sneezes are harsh and leave him doubled over, face buried into the elbow of one arm while the other reaches out, clutching the doorframe to steady himself. They leave his nose dripping, irritated tears trickling freely down his cheeks. He whimpers softly, a shiver coursing through his body just as Mac sets a hand on his back.

“Jesus, Den,” he sighs, his thumb rubbing little circles against Dennis’s shoulder blade. “Are you sure you’re gonna be okay to watch the movie tonight? You’re clearly not feeling—”

“I’m fine,” he interrupts curtly, words muffled by the sleeve clamped over his nose and mouth. “Just got… got ahh… huh’RSHHhue!… ugh. Just got a tickle.”

Mac clicks his tongue, arms folded. “Clearly. Bless you.”

Dennis glares at him through watery eyes, sniffling sharply as he steps into his bedroom. “Look, I’m gonna get changed, and I’ll be fine. Don’t bother me in there.”

Mac nods; turns away as Dennis closes the door behind him. Pretends he doesn’t hear the next sneeze just barely muffled behind the wall between them. He knows how this game goes — Dennis is obviously sick, he pretends he’s not, but really he’s only pretending to himself, because anyone with a brain could work it out. He doesn’t even try to conceal it; doesn’t try to stifle the sneezes and coughs that catch him off guard. He just repeats to himself, like a daily prayer to a god he doesn’t believe in, that he’s fine, that there’s no need for Mac to worry, that he’s not sick, and even if he was, he’s a grown man and he can take care of himself.

Either way, Mac’s not going to let Dennis’s inexorable stubbornness prevent him from at least trying to look after him, denial be damned. As he waits for him to return, he sets up a couple blankets on the couch; rummages around for a tissue box to set out on the coffee table beside the bowl of popcorn he’d prepared earlier. It’s not much, sure, but he knows anything bigger is only going to piss Dennis off. He just has to take it one step at a time, until he finally cracks.

Evidently, though, it’s not going to take very long. 

Dennis ambles back into the living room, clad in an old college sweatshirt and pyjama pants, and it’s clear as day to Mac that he’s not doing good. He’s shivering, even under the newfound warmth, and the amount of times he’s wiped his nose has now resulted in the skin around it to appear noticeably red and irritated. He coughs weakly into his shoulder, just barely bothering to cover properly, and Mac knows it’s only a matter of time until he admits to feeling shitty.

Now, though? He just… waits.

“Comfy?” Mac asks as Dennis makes his way over to the couch.

He hums distantly, running a hand through his roughly-dried hair, and Mac can only interpret the sound as a murmur of assent. His brow furrows as his gaze lands on the pile of blankets atop the couch cushions.

“Wh… what’s all this?”

Mac shrugs. “Thought you might be cold.”

“Mm.” He sniffles, tugging one around his shoulders as he settles down beside his roommate. “Just a little bit.”

His nose twitches, eyes remaining open just long enough before they flutter shut completely to see the tissue that Mac offers in preparation, and he cups it over his nose as his breath hitches thrice in quick, desperate succession.

“hh-hehh… huh-! ihh’TSCHHhh!… mm…” 

Mac winces at the sheer exhaustion audible in Dennis’s voice, even more so as he discards the tissue to his side in favour of muffling a series of chesty coughs into the crook of his elbow. Fuck, he sounds awful, and there’s no way he’ll be able to keep up the act much longer (not that it had ever been the slightest bit convincing in the first place).

“God bless,” he offers dutifully, rubbing Dennis’s back as he blows his nose quietly. “You sure you wanna watch this movie, man? You’re obviously feeling miserable. Why don’t you just get an early night?”

“But it’s Tuesday. Tuesday night’s movie night, right?” Dennis’s brow furrows as he tentatively lowers the tissue from his face, revealing just how red-raw his nose has become, standing out almost comically against his otherwise pale skin.

Mac frowns, inexplicably reaching up to stroke the wispy curls along the nape of his neck. The way Dennis’s eyes flutter shut; how he doesn’t pull away — the fact he’s allowing himself to be touched so affectionately is immediately telling of just how bad he feels. 

“Hey, no… it’s alright. We can just watch it tomorrow.”

“No, no, I… ‘m fine, man, I promise.” His protests are growing weaker and weaker by the second, each one further marred by the thick congestion building in his sinuses, consonants slowly becoming duller and more rounded out.

“You’re sure?”

Dennis nods, movements heavy with sleep. “I’m sure.”

-

The next hour drags on without the commentary they’d usually have on a night like this. Mac keeps his opinions on Harrison Ford’s physique to himself, only really opening his mouth to bless Dennis for every sneeze, which have been growing not only in frequency, but in intensity, too, along the course of the film, crumpled tissues having piled up around him. 

They’re about halfway through when Mac glances over to check on him, as he’s been doing every so often, his efforts lessening in subtlety each time upon realisation that Dennis is really too out of it to notice. Now, though, he’s gone completely — lips parted slightly so he can breathe through his stuffy nose, trembling a little with each quiet snore that passes. Mac chuckles fondly. No doubt he’s exhausted.

“Den?” he whispers, the backs of his fingers brushing over his cheek. “Dennis. Hey.”

He stirs, mumbling incoherently to himself before his eyes open slowly, a sliver of blue peeking out from beneath heavy lids. His bleary gaze meets Mac’s, nostrils flaring in that telltale way as he tugs the blanket tighter around himself in a fruitless attempt to mitigate the chill slithering through his bones.

“Hey,” he murmurs drowsily, sniffling in an effort to quell the tickle. “Did I… h-how long was I… h-huh’KSHhh!… out for?”

Mac whispers a soft blessing, offering him a clean tissue. “Doesn’t matter. Let’s just go to bed, alright? We can watch this when you’re feeling better.”

Dennis groans, so weak it’s damn near pitiful. “I’m fine, I told you…”

“Come on, Den. We both know that’s not true.”

He shudders, eyes slipping shut as he wipes gingerly underneath his nose. “Just… tired.”

Mac shrugs. “Alright, then you should still go to bed. C’mon, seriously, let’s go. Don’t make me carry you, dude.” 

This earns a groan from Dennis, who shifts uncomfortably on the couch as Mac extends his hand toward him. He can’t quite contain the triumphant smirk that tugs at the corner of his lips as Dennis obliges, taking his hand albeit reluctantly and with all the grace of a newborn kitten as he drags himself up off the sofa.

“Not sick,” Dennis murmurs, snuffling wetly against his sweater paws as Mac helps him into bed, gentle and tender as ever. “I don’t… don’t get sick.”

“I know,” Mac mutters, clicking his tongue affectionately as he drapes a throw blanket over his shivering form. “You’ll be fine tomorrow, I’m sure. Now get some sleep.”

“Mhm… whatever, asshole.”

-

Mac wakes at 4AM to a sound that confirms what he was already well aware of — Dennis is utterly, undeniably, miserably unwell. He can hear him coughing from across the apartment, each one rattling in his chest. With a soft groan, he drags himself out of bed, filling up a glass of water and grabbing a pack of Advil and the half-empty tissue box on the coffee table on his way. 

He knocks gently on Dennis’s door, knowing that even while with a nasty cold, he’d still kick his ass for coming in unannounced. 

“Den? You okay, bud?”

There’s only another fit of coughing in response, followed by a hitching breath that he desperately tries to talk his way through.

“I… h-heh… I’m f-fihh… h-hehh’TSCHhhue! ihh’ESCHhhh!”

Mac winces. “I’ll take that as a no. I’m comin’ in, alright?”

The door creaks open, and upon entrance Mac is greeted with the sight of Dennis curled in on himself, face buried into his sleeves, quivering under layers of blankets. Definitely sick. He’s shaking, breathing heavily — Mac doesn’t hold a single doubt that his chest must be killing him.

“Oh, Den,” he cooes, perching on the edge of the bed and reaching over to card his fingers through his curls. “What’s wrong?”

Stupid question, his inner monologue tells him the second the question leaves his lips, though knowing Dennis, any number of things could be causing this distress — he might not be willing to admit his illness yet, but maybe he’s had a bad dream or something, or—

Dennis coughs again, whimpering in pain as fresh tears spring to his eyes from the sheer force of it. Nope, definitely the illness.

“Think… think I m-might be coming down with something,” he croaks, words so pathetically weak it’d make Mac laugh if he didn’t look so goddamn terrible.

“Yeah, no shit,” he chuckles, hand drifting over to feel his forehead, moving down to his cheek; his neck. “You got a fever, man.”

A thick sniffle, then a barely-audible groan of discomfort. “I’m… s-so stuffed up.”

“I know, buddy.” Mac frowns sympathetically, rubbing his shoulder with a tenderness that could soften even the roughest of edges. “Here, take this.” He pops two Advil out from the packaging, pressing them carefully into Dennis’s palm along with the glass of water. Dennis nods gratefully, eyes watery, and swallows the pills with a tentative sip. The cold water feels heavenly against his raw throat.

Mac smiles. “Good. Alright, um… shit, what helps a stuffy nose? Vicks, right? That’s— that’s good. You know if we have any?”

Dennis nods, movements slow and languid. “Yeah… in that drawer there. Second one down.” He gestures vaguely to his bedside table with a hand that quickly becomes preoccupied with jumping up to rub harshly at his itchy nose. It’s clearly not enough, though, because the tickle still prevails, quiet moans interlaced between hitching breaths as he fumbles for a tissue.

“Mm… h-ihh… hih’TSCHhhue! hk’GSHHhh!… ugh… heh-hh’EISHHhiew!” The sneezes sound just as exhausted as the rest of him, though they’re harsh enough to leave him breathless for a moment. Mac opens his mouth to bless him, when Dennis holds up a quivering finger to signify that he’s not quite done yet. “huhh’RSHHhhu! ihh’KSCHHhuh!… oh, f-fuck…”

The tissue in his hands is fairly saturated, and he eyes it with disdain as he lets it drop to his side. Mac’s expression is one half of sympathy, half of amazement. “Jesus Christ, dude. Bless you.”

Dennis sniffles, collapsing against the pillow. The fit clearly knocked the wind right out of him, and Mac can’t say he doesn’t feel awful for the guy. He looks miserable.

Mac sighs, shifting over on the bed so that their thighs brush against one another. On any other day, Dennis would pull away; shoot him a disheartening glare, but right now, he’s way too out of it to give a shit. The contact’s a little soothing, even. Though he’d never admit it out loud.

“Here,” Mac murmurs, holding out the tub of Vicks. “You want me to do it?”

“Mhm… please.”

“Alright. Just, uh, take your shirt off, and…” He trails off, rolling his eyes when he looks up to see Dennis’s resulting skeptical expression. “Not like that, man. I gotta put it on your chest. Might be good to get that fever down, too.”

After some gentle persuading, Dennis eventually obliges, lifting his sweatshirt over his head albeit reluctantly and with a shudder that seems to wrack his entire body. “Mm… ‘s cold.”

“I know, Den, I’m sorry.” Mac gives his shoulder a little squeeze before twisting the cap off the tub, scooping a generous amount of the balm onto his middle and index finger. “C’mere. Just want you to feel better, alright?”

Dennis nods, allowing Mac to massage his fevered skin, his touch like magic as his fingers drag across his collarbone. He lets out a delicate whine of pleasure as he feels the congestion start to loosen up, his sniffles becoming wetter every time. 

“God, that… that smells s-so strong,” he breathes, words hoarse and just above a whisper. “It’s… o-ohh, God… ehh… hk’SCHHhiew!”

He sneezes openly down toward his knees, giving Mac just enough time to move his hand away to avoid the fallout. It’s… well, the menthol’s clearly doing its job, given just how productive that last sneeze was. Dennis groans, already-flushed cheeks growing an even deeper shade of crimson.

Mac chuckles softly. “Might wanna keep some tissues handy.” He sets the box down in Dennis’s lap, plucking one out and holding it up to his nose. “Blow.”

Dennis rolls his eyes, taking the tissue from him between his index and thumb. “Don’t need to baby me.” He blows his nose anyways, messily, too focused on getting all the gunk out of his nose to care about upholding his usual composition.

“Better?”

He nods, if only slightly. “Little bit.”

The relief, however, is short-lived, when his briefly blissfully unblocked nostrils soon succumb to another unbearable tickle, eyes tearing as Mac continues to massage his chest.

“O-oh, fuck, ‘m gonna… guhh… ghh’TXCHhh! hh’DSHHhhue!” Harrowed, he reaches for the discarded sweatshirt beside him, mind set on relief more than logical thinking as he raises it to his face to muffle the sneezes and catch the mess. “M-mac, you… hh’ESCHhhuh!… y-you gotta stop, man, it’s… ihh… hihh’EISHHhh!… m-making me sneeze…”

“Yeah, no, I— I can see that, dude; bless you,” Mac stammers, hurriedly screwing the lid back on the tub and opting to rub Dennis’s back tenderly as his shoulders shake with sneeze after sneeze. “You’re alright, Den, I gotcha… there you go, just get ‘em all out…”

The fit doesn’t seem to show any signs of stopping for another solid minute — messy, desperate sneezes after torturous buildups that tease him endlessly, irritated tears leaving tracks along the curves of his cheeks. Mac can only hope that this shirt wasn’t a particular favourite of his. He slings an arm over Dennis’s shoulders, holding him close until the sneezes finally die down.

“Hey. You okay?” His gaze meets Dennis’s, greenish-brown puppy dog eyes locking with hazy blue. “Those were… big.”

Dennis sniffles, face still buried into the now-soaked sweatshirt. “Y-yeah, no, I’m… hh’ISHHhue!… god, last one… I’m fine.” When he speaks, his words are muffled, but even then Mac can tell that the fit at least assisted in clearing him out a little.

“Good.”

He smiles; strokes Dennis’s hair delicately as he lowers the makeshift handkerchief from his face, revealing the pallor in his skin and a nose so red it’s borderline clownish. 

“Aw, buddy,” he murmurs, clicking his tongue with an almost motherly affection. “You really look awful. I-I mean, you— you still look handsome; you always do, you just—”

“Save it,” Dennis interjects, chuckling weakly. “I look like shit, I know.”

The tension in Mac’s shoulders dissolves into gentle laughter just as quickly as it first appeared, and his hand runs up and down the length of Dennis’s trembling arm.

“You should, um… Do you want me to grab you another shirt?”

Dennis looks down at the one crumpled in his hands, brow crinkling in disgust. “Oh, gross. Um, yeah, please.”

Mac nods, pulling his hoodie off over his head. “Here. Got a t-shirt on underneath; I’ll be fine.”

Usually, Dennis would be averse to borrowing Mac’s clothes, but right now he’s too beat to care one bit. He gives a soft murmur of gratitude, tugging it on with the slightest of difficulties. The warmth is soothing, no less the fact he’s got something to wear that’s not entirely drenched for the second time in the last 24 hours.

He yawns, settling against Mac contentedly. “Stay with me?”

Mac nods; pretends the words don’t make his heart flutter and cheeks flush as red as Dennis’s. “Oh— y-yeah, no, totally. Of course.”

“Thanks.” Dennis sniffles, eyes closing as he tugs the blankets up and over his shoulders. “Just… just make sure I don’t, like, choke on my own mucus or anything.”

Mac’s own nose crinkles at that, lips curling up into a grin. “Oh, dude, gross.”

“Mm…’m sick, leave me alone.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” It’s funny, Mac thinks — whenever Dennis is sick like this, he denies, denies, denies like his life depends on it, until he finally admits that his body isn’t as godlike as he likes to think. And when he eventually does, he milks the fact he’s unwell until it’s goddamn bone dry, using it as an excuse for absolutely everything, and it’s fucking infuriating.

And Mac loves that about him.

Dennis’s breathing evens out, worry lines in his brow unfurling at last. Mac smiles; presses a kiss to the top of his head.

“Yeah… get some sleep, Den.”

#my writing #i/asip #d/ennis r/eynolds #m/acdennis #snz #cw mess #snzfic #sickfic #snzblr

[bluepallilworld]

After Aftermare week 2021 and Aftermare week 2022! Get ready for the 3rd edition of the event!

Aftermare week 2023!

11th of july -> 17th of july

Prompts:

✧ Day 1: blackout or illumination

✧ Day 2: discovery or lost

✧ Day 3: light or heavy

✧ Day 4: walk or run

✧ Day 5: Spring or fall

✧ Day 6: fight or flight

✧ Day 7: the end of a beginning or the beginning of a end

Now the boring part, rules!

- the ship "aftermare" is between Geno and passive/uncorrupted Nightmare. You can use the corrupted version but the 2 must have known the other before corruption <3

-you can use aus (you can even do crossovers if it tickles your funny bone :3)

- Nightmare must be adult obviously !!!!! (I'm saying that since canonly Night' had the accident when he was 6 >w<)

-there are 2 prompts for each day, you must choose one OwO/

-Ooooooor you can mix the two prompts ;). For exemple : day 4 -> "a runny walk" ; day 6 -> "fleeing fight" etc (there aren't as easy to combine as the last years since they're short :P)

-Have fun, mess around, break the rules (not the rules I'm writing here tho 'k òwó). I love seeing creativity ! Jump over days, mess with the order, find an original way to follow the prompts or just ignore them ! I dunno, collaborate if you feel like it! The prompts are more guidelines than anything :D

-only SFW please UwU

-romantic or platonic ship your choice ;)

-tag properly anything you think could bother or trigger someone, we respect others and their boundaries in this house

-don't forget to tag it as "aftermare week 2023" so people who want to avoid it can!!! (And tag me I wanna see everything) 🎉

-if you don't finish on time no worries, you can still participate just late :D

If you're going to participate or are just interested by the event, don't hesitate to give this post a reblog ÙwÚ👍

Or to ask questions if you have some ;3 (in dms)

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Geno!Sans belongs to @/loverofpiggies

Nightmare belongs to @/jokublog

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Almost forgot to tag my fellow aftermare goblins @dragon-tamer-1 and @shinechermont :)

The drawing without the prompts (phone drawing with my fingers go brrrr XD)

#aftermare #aftermare week 2023 #ship week #ship week event #I'm still on hiatus beans #I just came for a second to drop that #go for my dms if you have questions I won't answer asks or comments (I'll be very slow to answer my dms tho I don't have notifications on) #now I can wait to see the fun! #put those 2 through situations ! #dress them neat or weird! #make them laugh! cry! shout! fight! dance! giggle! twirl! cuddle! hurt! fly! desperate! mad! confused! rest! sigh! sing! hate! protect! #all of that at once! #stay classic or go ham! #change them! #play with them like you would with dolls! #(while staying sfw you know da rules) #make them multilingual! #give them jobs! #offer them family time! #make them adopt pets! #make them loved or hated! #strip them from their strenght and show their weaknesses and insecurities to the whole world! #show them wonders and atrocities #accept them #bully them #make them boring #make them deep #project your feelings #grab your pencils/tablets/ keyboard/ arts and crafts and sew a new web of beautiful stories #whatever you end up doing we'll love it

[doyouknowthischaracter]

You've been asked before about 2 weeks ago, but I'm wondering if, with the new submissions, there's any new characters who've been sent in more than once (Hopefully by multiple people). Are there any who've been submitted more than twice now

For reference, I'm not going to list the ones that were repeated in previous submission batches, unless they show up again with the latest one, in which case they'll be added to the overall count. Previous list here if anyone's interested.

Let's see:

Ronan Lynch, The Raven Cycle x3

Monkey D. Luffy, One Piece x3

Sans, Undertale x3

Jessica Fletcher, Murder, She Wrote x3

Five Pebbles, Rain World x3

Crowley, Good Omens x3

Granny Weatherwax, Discworld x3

G'raha Tia, Final Fantasy XIV x3

Sam Vimes, Discworld x3

Haruhi Suzumiya, The Meloncholy of Haruhi Suzumiya x3

Murderbot, Murderbot Diaries x3

Captain Jack Harkness, Doctor Who / Torchwood x2

Data, Star Trek x2

Link, The Legend of Zelda x2

Tsukino Usagi, Sailor Moon x2

Eileen the Crow, Bloodborne x2

Zagreus, Hades x2

Olivia Dunham, Fringe x2

Jane Doe, Ride the Cyclone x2

Sylvain Jose Gautier, Fire Emblem: Three Houses x2

Mollymauk Tealeaf, Critical Role x2

Wallace Wells, Scott Pilgrim x2

Daan, Fear and Hunger: Termina x2

Alphinaud Leveilleur, Final Fantasy XIV x2

Nanami Kiryuu, Revolutionary Girl Utena x2

Gladion, Pokemon x2

Sylvanas Windrunner, World of Warcraft x2

Leo Fitz, Agents of Shield x2

Francis Crozier, The Terror x2

Maedhros, The Silmarillion x2

Vergil, Devil May Cry x2

Alex, Oxenfree x2

Tsume, Wolf's Rain x2

Niko, OneShot x2

Halt O'Carrick, Ranger's Apprentice x2

Dirk Gently, Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency x2

Qifrey, Witch Hat Atelier x2

Schmendrick, The Last Unicorn x2

Pamitha Theyn, Pyre x2

Dracula, Dracula x2

Gideon Nav, The Locked Tomb x2

The Audio Tour Guide, The Mistholme Museum of Mystery, Morbidity, and Mortality x2

N, Pokemon x2

Ginko, Mushishi x2

Hawkeye Pierce, M*A*S*H x2

Merlin, BBC Merlin x2

Vislor Turlough, Doctor Who x2

Roronoa Zoro, One Piece x2

Ishigami Senku, Dr. Stone x2

The Little Prince, The Little Prince x2

Soren, Fire Emblem x2

Blindspot, Marvel Comics x2

Tahu, Bionicle x2

Luo Binghe, The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System x2

Hercule Poirot, books by Agatha Christie x2

Sakura Kinomoto, Cardcaptor Sakura x2

Beatrice, Umineko x2

Jerome Valeska, Gotham x2

Klaus Hargreeves, The Umbrella Academy x2

Abed Nadir, Community x2

Dick Grayson, DC Comics x2

Dante Sparda, Devil May Cry x2

Utena Tenjou, Revolutionary Girl Utena x2

Johan Liebert, Monster x2

Siffrin, In Stars and Time x2

Foo Fighters, JoJo's Bizarre Adventure x2

Snufkin, Moomins x2

Mae Borowski, Night in the Woods x2

Haruhi Fujioka, Ouran High School Host Club x2

Anders, Dragon Age x2

Wen Kexing, Faraway Wanderers x2

Hopefully, I didn't miss any! You'll see some of these sooner rather than later as they're already in the queue, and a couple have already been posted before.

#dyktc stats #asks #anonymous #not a poll #this selection is fairly random because there aren't all *very* popular characters. with a few exceptions like sans ofc

[nishloves]

𝐒𝐄𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐙𝐄!

f!reader x kyojuro rengoku // fluff, angst, smut (later in the series - skippable) // spoilers ahead! // masterlist

s y n o p s i s : the flame hashira said that you were like a sun; cheerful, warm and positive; it was the weirdest correlation you had heard but then, you strangely aspired to be as cheerful as rengoku made you out to be, which was weird because who could be positive in this cruel world? then you realised that maybe you were just fucked because of human emotions :)

w a r n i n g s (p a r t 1) : blood

w o r d s : 2k (approx.)

chapter 1 | chapter 2 | (3-10 coming soon!)

when you saw him for the first time, you knew you could never even think to forget him, it was like looking at the sun, blinding and so empowering at the same time.

Your hands were covered with blood, were they ever not? Dirt hung onto your clothes as you remembered just how you hated it when you got dirty, but now it's your lifestyle. You couldn't remember the last time you had relaxed in these past months; more so when you had become a hashira.

The nichirin blade slashed through yet another demon's neck as you watch it disintegrate and wailing for someone to save him too.

You sheathed your sword back, your black and silver haori swirling as you walked away from the demon, his sobs deaf to your ears.

"Fifty eight now, was it?" You mumbled to yourself as you watched the kakushi clear out corpses of humans who had perished before you came to their aid.

The demon wasn't even a kizuki.

You sighed as you sat on a nearby bench, your eyes fluttering close as you clutched your blade closer to yourself.

One more, kill more. More and more. Until you're a pillar, until you're strong enough— strong enough for him.

Now what? What after that?

"y/n san! Looks like you have finished your work!"

You opened an eye.

"Mitsuri," you smiled at the girl who beamed at you and pulled your hand towards herself, her soft palm enveloping yours.

"Wah! I really do love it when you call me by my name!" Mitsuri grinned as she leaned into you, her pink hair tickling your cheeks as you laughed.

"Isn't that why I call you, Mitsuri?"

The pinkette grinned at you as she fished out Sakura mochi for you, not again.

"You're taking up too much work, y/n san, you should rest once a while," she smiled at you passing on the dessert.

Rest, was it?

You weren't like this, you weren't a person who desired to overwork themselves to the bone, hell you've always wanted to run away from work yet now, when you have finally attained your goal, you're so scared that it will all slip away, slip away from your grasp as you stop to take a breath.

Was it enough? Was it really enough?

You didn't have any noble goals like other hashira, you just wanted to feel useful. Just that. You didn't really care about demons before you joined the corps, you don't even hate them right now— it wasn't their fault that they were turned into these disgraceful creatures.

"Are you in your head again?"

"Sorry Mitsuri, I am- just tired, yeah," you tried to smile at the newest hashira. You really did adore her a lot.

"Well! That's why I always ask you to take breaks! You wouldn't even stop exercising at the training centre!"

"Don't worry about me." You chuckled, "What are you doing here?"

"Oh OH i was on a mission and wow, that demon was really powerful, not a kizuki but strong! My kasugai told me that you're nearby so, after killing him, i came to meet you!" She exclaimed, her palms fisted in excitement as she blushed at you.

Y/N SAN IS SO HOT WHEN SHE'S CONCENTRATING!

"Oh yeah? You did well, Mitsuri!"

MARRY ME Y/N SAN!

"Thankyou so much, Y/N SAN!"

You laughed as you laid your head on the bench's headrest, your eyes closing by themselves as you realised just how worn out you felt from over three weeks long back to back missions.

"Oh? Rengoku san!"

Ren... goku san? Oh my god, Rengoku-san! Was I drooling? Do I look too much like a mess? AAAH! What should I do!?

"Kanroji! and l/n-kun!" You startled awake as you heard his booming voice, suddenly much more conscious about your appearance.

Did you smell? Was your haori too dirty? Did you burn your hair during the fight?

"Good morning, Rengoku-san," you smiled, trying to ease your mind, you're a slayer for god's sake, you can't look good after a fight!

"What are you doing here, Rengoku-san?" Mitsuri asked, passing another mochi to him as he gratefully took out and squeaked out a very loud "delicious" before answering.

You really wanted to sleep.

"I got a two day holiday because my mission went over a month! So I went out to walk."

"In a demon infested area?" You unintentionally mocked as you saw Rengoku's ears turning pink, he's gonna hate you now, isn't he?

"You got me there, l/n kun, as expected of your smarts!"

I am not really that bright though?

"I came here to meet you, l/n kun, it's been so long since we last caught up!" He said enthusiastically as his eyes trailed on your exhausted figure.

"Or let's not, i shall walk you to your cottage; you really need sleep," his bushy brows furrowed as he leaned down to examine you, his hand outstretched as if waiting for you to ask him for help.

"O-oh, I-I forgot that Iguro san was waiting for me at-at another city!" Mitsuri shreiked as she got up from the bench, fumbling and running away before you or Rengoku could say any word.

"Weird."

"Not really, Iguro-kun doesn't like waiting on others."

"I.." your speech faltered, did it even matter what you wanted to say?

You focused your eyes on the glinting red orbs of Rengoku as warmth spread over you; how could a pair of eyes be so earnest?

You slipped your hand in his.

"Thankyou for taking care of me, Rengoku-san."

"No worries, l/n-kun! We are friends right!?"

Friends, yes. Friends. You pursed your lips to refrain from showing any disappointment.

"Come on, don't look so glum, i will treat you to lunch!"

"LET'S GO RENGOKU SAN!"

"That was very fulfilling," you replied after an amazing (and embarssing because he wouldn't stop saying umai) lunch as you walked with Rengoku, his cheerful smile plastered on his face. You didn't know you were that hungry.

"Ha ha I know right? They have the best soba," Rengoku said, his hands buried under the cuffs of his kimono as you blushed slightly.

"Break day for y/n! Break day for y/n!" Your kasugai crow chirped as you winced at your bird, who flew and sat straight on your shoulders.

How far was your house?

"Are you alright?"

"Y-yeah i am," you tried to smile, you really did.

"But, you don't look fine at all," Rengoku said, directly looking at you, "I am sorry for overexerting you."

"Not at all!" You retorted, your hands flailing in the air as you scared your kasugai off who squeaked and flew off to a new tree... you would say sorry later. "I am so glad that you treated me to a meal! I'm pretty sure that i would have stayed hungry by myself." Because I'm too lazy to cook.

"You shouldn't stay hungry l/n-kun, We are hashiras! we should eat fully and keep track of our healths!" Rengoku remarked, his gaze travelling to your dark circles and your worn out haori.

"Come."

What?

"Come."

What was Rengoku doing?

He crouched right there in front of you, his hands at his behind, "Come on, i will give you a ride!"

"W-we could call a cab! You don't need to do this!" You tried to explain, your face flushed as you looked at the gentleman who laughed at your stammering.

"And waste fuel for some measly three kilometer walk? We shouldn't do that! Now climb over, it's a way of me saying sorry for pushing you to get a meal."

You pursed your lips and climbed on Rengoku's back, your arms around his neck and his hand situating securely on your thighs as you blushed and looked away to watch the sidewalk.

"You didn't push me to get a meal, Rengoku-san; I was quite happy when you asked me to," you muttered, your voice barely above a whisper as you could feel his grip tighten slightly.

"I see! Still, let me help you, you just finished your mission!"

You let go of your complaints, you didn't want to make a good one either; you cherished the little yet meaningful time you spent with the hashira, his laugh and smiles always seeping warmth into your body, he could calm your very soul.

You leaned your head on his shoulder.

"Thank-you so much, Rengoku san."

"No worries, y/n!"

You didn't hear him saying your name as your eyes dropped and you drifted to sleep on the most reliable back of the world.

You remembered when you first met Rengoku, on the footholds of mount Fujikasane, among the numerous wisteria leaves as a particular bright haired man stood out amongst the crowd. You sensed that he could clear the selection easily.

"Me?" You heard his boisterous laugh, "Oh, I practice Flame breathing!"

Your family wasn't really affiliated to the demon slayer corps before you so it was a given that you didn't recognise the peculiar mane of hair, you wondered just why was this man so popular? But, it wasn't as if people like you would be, so you didn't complain; you remember sitting on the ground and trying to conserve your energy as pupils around you either chatted to relieve their nerves or had their teeth jittering.

You remembered the way his red eyes made contact with yours mere moments before the final selection started, he sent a nod towards you, as if wishing you all the luck, you could only nod back.

The week in the mountain was... a blur. You remember slashing off numerous demons, and hiding on the top of the trees or resting on open grounds during the day to save your energy. You and the demons both moved at night. Strangely, you didn't meet any slayer after the two initial days not that you cared a lot, but you found yourself wondering about the whereabouts of the flame breather. If he was... alright.

Only six had made out, one of them being you and the other being Rengoku, two of the other four being lucky enough to be saved by him.

You could see that he actually spent his whole time killing demons and saving people.

You scoffed, this was the final selection, if not now, they would die later, would he be there to save them again?

You remembered the way he trudged towards you, a gigantic smile on his face as he laughed, "I knew you would make it!"

Your heart melted.

"Why did you think so?" You asked in a small voice, intimidated by his happy demeanor as he said, "You look like you are very strong, and guess, I was right!"

You blinked at him.

"It's nice that you made it out too," really, is this the best that I can offer?

"Right? Let's save the weak!"

"Yeah... sure."

"l/n kun?" Was this sixteen year old's voice always this bold?

"l/n kun!" Wait, you didn't tell him your name yet in this flashback!

"l/n? Wake up!" The boy of your dreams who had just escaped Mt. Fujikasane shook you as your eyes shot open.

"AAAAAAAAH!" You cried out!

"AAAAAAAH!" He screamed too.

You looked at him, "Why are you screaming?"

"Why were you screaming? Did you have a nightmare?" The now man of your dreams asked, his brows furrowed in concern.

Yeah, it was a dream alright.

"Not really, it was fine- my dream was fine," you mumbled, your eyes adjusting to the light as you looked around the room; was it your living room? You frantically looked out of the window, it was dark!?

"Oh yes, here!" Rengoku passed your keys to you.

"You gave them to me while you were asleep! And then you said something about turning on the porch light?"

You didn't remember any of it.

Looking at your incredulous face, Rengoku laughed, "You don't remember?"

"I don't," you admitted abashedly. "What else did I ask you to do?"

"Nothing really, you said that I don't need to worry about you and that I can go, you even came to see me off and closed the doors after I left!"

"I-I did?"

"Yes! I asked you to lock the gates too!"

"I don't think I locked them," you winced.

"You didn't! I came to check up on you because you looked sick, and the door was unlocked, i thought an intruder had entered your house so I trespassed your property, sorry for that!"

"It's alright—"

"But then I saw you sleeping at your front porch, so I brought you in!"

You smacked your head, could you be any more embarrassing than this?

"I'm so sorry, Rengoku san—"

"It's alright, l/n kun! I like taking care of you!"

Your cheeks flushed as your eyes widened slightly, what virtues might you have done to ever meet a man like this?

"Thank you so much then," you could only offer him a smile for keeping up with you.

He grinned.

"Your house is... nice," he mumbled, looking around the garden where a bunch of colorful flowers were carefully planted to follow a colour scheme.

"Thank...you?"

"No- I mean, your cottage—though small, is cozy and warm, it's almost like... home," he muttered his red eyes shining under the red hues of setting sun as he looked at you and gave you the warmest smile.

Did you really need sun if you have him?

"There's also this scent of cinnamon, I noticed it quite earlier but I can't find the root of it! Your house feels quite like home."

A bashful giggle erupted from your chest as you looked at his glistening hair against the sunlight, he was glowing, glowing in front of you.

"I bought cinnamon seeds to try and grow in my backyard and well, I got sidetracked so I—" you stood up, a blush caressing your face as you pulled out a drawer, which was full of bundles of cinnamon. "I-I liked their smell a lot!"

It was now Rengoku's turn to laugh, his eyes crinkling with delight as he took the support of the wooden floor he was sitting on.

"I see, l/n kun; you're a hoarder!"

"I am not!"

"But you are!"

You covered your face with your hands in embarrassment as you retorted quite chidlikely, "What's wrong in keeping more of things that you like? Huh!?"

"Nothing, I guess," he smiled at you, "It's good to keep things and people you like close to you, it makes you happier, stronger and more determined, because now you have more things to go back to."

You watched his face from the gaps between your fingers, he had such a calm smile that your heart fluttered like a giddy teenager's yet you felt more safe than nervous with him.

You pursed your lips, maybe if the situation of demons was over, maybe if you get stronger and on par with him, you would let him know of your feelings.

"Things and people to go back to," you mumbled, your eyes softening, "I suppose I do have them; but you have so many things to look forward to too, don't you Rengoku san?"

He looked straight at you with a faint smile on his face, "I do."

more at chapter 2!

this was a rather short chapter and I wanted to leave it at a heartwarming note so <3 hope you liked it and thankyou for giving this fic a chance!

kny tmi! - cannon (+added lore of the fic for y/n)

mitsuri was kyojuro's apprentice! she was 19 in the mugen train arc and rengoku was 20 and rengoku became a hashira while kanroji was still learning from him. considering that kanroji was 17 when she chose to work under demon slayer corps, rengoku became a hashira at 18! now rengoku and y/n's age in this fic is around the same but y/n isn't as strong as mitsuri or rengoku so it took her around three to four years to finally become a hashira while mitsuri took around 1-1½ years. but, y/n did become a hashira earlier than mitsuri, so we can assume that she became a hashira around 6-8 months before kanroji!

[ while rengoku defeated lower 2 of kizuki to become a hashira; y/n took the way of defeating fifty demons (which would take a normal and good slayer around five years)! y/n is talented but because she has people like rengoku, mitsuri and tokito around, she doesn't really realise that she does have a great deal of potential. ]

#nishloves #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #rengoku kyojuro #demon slayer fanfic #demon slayer fluff #kny x reader #kny #rengoku kyōjurō #demon slayer rengoku #rengoku x reader #kny rengoku #kyojuro rengoku x reader #kyojuro x reader #kny kyojuro #rengoku #rengoku kyojuro fluff #anime fluff #anime boys #anime and manga #anime #kny anime #kny angst

[hee0soo]

You´re my favorite

Jung Wooyoung x bestfriend!reader

Summary: Feeling replaced is never a good thing

Disclaimer: this fic is written and copyrighted by ©hee0soo on tumblr. do not rewrite or repost on any other plattforms without my permission.

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

To say you were mad wouldn´t even begin to cover what you were feeling at the moment.

It had been a while since you and Wooyoung had hung out but today was your weekly movie night, something that had been tradition since the two of you were teenagers.

A tradition that had apparently been forgotten by the troublemaker you called your best friend.

Ever since the two of you had started collage, the boy had become more and more distant. Making friends left and right while you´d rather stay at home listen to music or play video games.

The longer you watched him socialize, the harder it became to stay close to him.

It wasn´t that you were mad at him for getting to know new people but watching him go out with his new friends and getting left on read let your anger slowly simmer to the surface.

Yeosang and San were nice, there was no arguing about that but the longer you watched, the stronger the trio grew together. Without you.

Your movie nights were the only thing that stayed consistent throughout the semester.

Up until now at least!

By now, the Pizza you had ordered went cold and the movie you had started was almost over. The clock on your microwave showed 11:52 p.m, glowing in a bright red color as the rest of the room stayed dark. Save from the illuminating light the TV gave off.

Your phone stayed silent as the dozens of messages you had left Wooyoung had gone straight to the voicemail, texts had been left unanswered and your mood dropped further that it already had.

If only you hadn´t gone on instagram earlier!

 Then you wouldn´t have seen the story he posted while getting drunk with his two new friends at someone���s house party.

Exactly what you needed now!

Deciding to try your luck again, you picked you phone up and pressed the call button one last time.

It rung a few times and you already thought of hanging up when Wooyoung finally managed to pick up the call.

“WHAT DO YOU WANT Y/N?” he yelled rudely over the music and you had to pull the phone away from your ear because of the sudden noise.

“What do you mean Wooyoung, It´s Friday! Like in Movie-Night-Friday! Why aren’t you here? Or if you were planning to go somewhere with the boys then why didn´t you cancel?”

The disappointment was evident in your voice and Wooyoung would have to be very gone not to hear it, even over the phone.

He let out a suffering sigh before answering in a low voice.

“Come on bunny. Don´t tell me you are seriously mad about it! We have these nights every week and Yeosangie invited me and Sannie to go to this party with him. It´s no big deal!”

You couldn´t believe what you heard. Not a big deal? Did this really mean so little to him?

“No big deal? Wooyoung I’ve been waiting for the better part of the evening for you to call and cancel or at least some kind of text that you wouldn’t show up but instead I get nothing. You wouldn´t even answer my messages! And what’s worse is that I find out you went to go to a party through your instagram story? That´s fucked up!”

It was obvious to you that this conversation annoyed the other. The way he huffed was a dead give away!

“Sorry but it was a last minute thing. I´ll call next time okay? But I got to go now, talk to you later! Bye.”

With that call ended. You were stunned to silence. Did he really just hang up on you?  

You lowered your hand slowly from your ear before starting to clean up the living room. Wooyoung could really be an idiot if he wanted to be!

Anger started to consume you as the Pizza box got placed on the kitchen counter and the soju bottles vanished in the fridge. Neither got touched even once!

Your phone lit up again but this time it was you who left him on read.

Wooyoung had sent a message, hoping to placate you at least a little.

What were you supposed to answer? It´s fine? Absolutely not!

Don’t be mad bunny :( send 00:04 a.m

Instead of answering, you connected the phone with the charger and got ready for bed. You knew you weren’t going to sleep but wallowing in self-pity wouldn´t get you anywhere either.

Tomorrow was another day and since it was a weekend you could finally sleep in and rest for a while.

----------

The next day you got rudely woken up by a pillow to the face.

“WHAT THE HELL?” you groaned and sat up to look at the offender.

What you didn´t expect was to see Wooyoung sitting on the foot of your bed. The boy had gotten a key to your apartment almost the minute you had signed the contract for the apartment and it wasn´t the first time the boy had let himself in either.

But you had expected for him to sleep in today and cure his hangover. Apparently that wasn´t the case!

“What are you doing here Woo?” you sighed, letting yourself fall back into the pillow to try and go back to sleep.

“You weren´t answering your phone!” he whined loudly.

“Oh so now not answering is a problem? Are you kidding me?”

Rolling your eyes hard before turning your back to the boy sitting on your blanket did not make him go away as you hoped!

Wooyoung realized that you were truly mad at him when you didn´t budge at his insistent shaking on your shoulder.

“Seriously Wooyoung, go away! That´s what you seem to do a lot recently!”

“Are you seriously still mad about yesterday? I told you why I didn´t call!” he reasoned, brushing his hair out of his eyes.

“No you didn´t! You said it was a last minute thing but not why you didn´t call and you can shove your apology up your ass by the way! If you could even call it one! Go back to Yeosang and San okay. They are probably waiting for you somewhere!”

You looked back at him. It seemed that he still didn´t understand what was actually bothering you and just looking at his face made the anger and hurt come back full force.

“Why are you so mad at me? I´m sorry that I didn´t call, it was a dick move from me but we´ve done these movie night every week since we were teenagers. Is it really so bad that I missed one?”

“It is to me! In case you haven´t noticed but these movie nights have been the only chance for us to hang out recently since you always hang out with the boys. Which is fine by me and it would have been fine if you had just called and talked to me instead of just not showing up and ignoring me!”

Something in the boy clicked. He didn´t even realize that he hadn´t been hanging out with you! Has it really been that long? The boy couldn´t even remember the last time he had seen you longer then for a few minutes in between classes.

Guilt crept up on him as he looked at you. As much as you wanted to hide from him that you were hurt, he knew you to well for that!

You had always been someone he could come to when something was bothering him, so for you to turn your back and hide behind a wall of blankets and silence pained him greatly.

“Y/n… I’m sorry. I didn´t realize it has been that long. Can you look at me please?”

You had to force down a sob, desperately trying to hide the tears threatening to leave your eyes.

Wooyoung saw your struggle immediately. He laid down behind you, wrapping his arms around your midsection.

“Just tell me if you want to hang out with them instead of me. I get it honestly I do, but being forgotten without a word of why hurts okay?!”

“Oh bunny I could never forget about you! You´re my best friend. Don´t doubt that! I love Sangie and Sannie but no matter how much I hang out with them, you will always be my favorite person!”

You turned towards him, hiding your face in his chest while letting the tears run freely.

It felt amazing to hear those words but no matter what he said, forgiving him was not something you could do.

At least not right now…

#ateez #jung wooyoung x reader #ateez jung wooyoung x reader #jung wooyoung imagine #wooyoung x you #wooyoung x y/n #wooyoung x reader #ateez fluff #ateez fanfic #kpop writing #ateez x reader #kpop x reader #ateez wooyoung #jung wooyoung #wooyoung

[dumbkatsu]

You ask and I deliver! I'm so happy everyone is enjoying the Mu Qing hc, so let's start:

Mu Qing would notice the littlest things about you.

From how you style your hair, how you prepare your coffee/tea, what you put first in the bowl if it's the cereals or the milk to the little gestures you do when you're nervous.

He just loves your little mannerisms so much. He finds them endearing.

Even the way every week you organize your books in a different system

He would notice how you sometimes forget to take care of yourself properly so he would help.

If you are a very busy person in the morning and forget to eat breakfast he'd prepare it for you to take away with a sticky note saying: "Don't forget to eat dummy"

When you first introduced him to MBTI he was really confused.

And when you explained the concept to him he low-key thought it would be another zodiac thing.

Which made you really pissed

So you made him do the test.

(And during the test he was a bit bored ngl)

It gave him ISTJ

At first, he was confused but as he read his results he was starting to doubt his convictions and so he became interested in mbti's

Cue you sending him a shitton of mbti memes 24/7

And whenever he saw a meme roasting your mbti he would def sending you

You would def make him dress up as your mbti for Halloween

But he wouldn't mind

Because if it made you smile he would do anything for you

When it comes to communication in a relationship, he can get a bit shy and insecure, so there will be times when he won't say wants to say. But if you talk to him and show him that you can give him a safe space to express his feelings he will become more confident and it will show.

OH! I totally feel like mu qing is the type to avoid you when he realizes his feelings for you (pre-relationship)

If you were close friends before and this starts happening it can be very hurtful.

You try to corner him but to no avail, he just gives a half-assed excuse and weasels his way away from you again.

It takes Xie Lian, Feng Xin, and even a tiny roast from Hua Cheng to make him apologize and confess to you

"Mu Qing you should be honest about your feelings, it's clear that they like you too!"

"Yeah bro you need to go head in and do it, it's been too long and now that you decided to very obviously distance yourself they've kinda been upset these past few days"

"Only a pussy bitch boy wouldn't admit their feelings and just confess instead of causing mindless hurt to both parties, isn't that right Mu Qing?"

"San lang..."

Yes that was basically the last drop for Mu Qing and he decides to drive up to your place

(cliché warning: I'm about to be so corny on this one I hope you can forgive me)

It started pouring rain and Mu Qing cursed himself for not doing this sooner and just being a blatant coward.

When he reached your driveway he calls your phone

"Hey, why are you-"

"Come outside"

"Mu Qing it's raining"

"I don't care just come outside, I want to take you somewhere"

"Fine. Give me a minute"

You basically leave in your pajamas and go on a late-night drive with Mu Qing.

He obviously gives you the aux cord bcs he likes your taste in music

You guys drive for a bit until he stops at a place with a nice skyline

You guys stay silent until he turns the engine off.

Mu Qing sighs to himself as you look at him expectantly

"Look Y/n I'm sorry. I have been a first-class dick these past few days and I really didn't want to hurt you by doing it but...it's just that... " he stops.

The words he wants to say can't get out of his mouth it's stuck in his throat until he feels your hand on top of his giving him an encouraging nod

It's incredible how you make him feel like he can conquer the world without uttering a single word really.

"I have feelings for you y/n. I never felt like this before. I feel like I don't deserve to feel like this, I feel like I don't deserve you in my life because I can't treat you like you should be treated. You've been here for me through thick and thin and I would do anything for you. But I am honestly feeling very fucking scared for what it might happen next."

You stay quiet trying to process all of the information you were just told. It was a lot to take in. Until you broke the agonising silence.

"I like you too Mu qing. I always have" you said with a beaming smile

"And yes you were being a total asshat, I was so confused. I thought you were upset that I ate the last chocolate pudding in your fridge"

"SO IT WAS YOU?? I THOUGHT I WAS FENG XIN! I MADE HIM BUY ME 4 MORE"

You two broke in silly laughter and when you opened your eyes you saw mu qing really close to your face.

He was looking at your eyes with such adoration that it was hard to maintain eye contact with those grey eyes.

He momentarily looked at your lips and his Adam's apple bobbed

He looks back at your eyes again moving closer. Your lips almost touching

"Can I k-kiss you?"

You guys can figure out the rest ;)

#WHOOO finally I let this one out of the drafts #it took way too long #im so sorry for the wait #but here he is #mu qing x you #mu qing x y/n #mu qing x reader #mu qing #i might have went a bit overboard with the angst but that's why you're here #tgcf #tgcf fanfic #tgcf hc #tgcf x reader #katsu writes #tian guan ci fu #mxtx #mxtx novels #heaven's official blessing #heavens official blessing #mxtx characters #fanfic #fanfiction #headcanon

[transingthoseformers]

I thought of a cute silly megop mech preg idea hehe

so it's post-war peacetime and the bitlet boom is in full swing. baby robots are everywhere and more are on the way! Megatron goes to a regular government meeting and notices that Optimus is looking a little different. A little bigger. A little rounder in the middle.

Megatron: ...are you sparked?

Optimus: why yes I am thank you for noticing

Everyone else in the meeting room: *muffled chuckles and snorts*

It turns out Megatron was literally the last to notice... and now he can't stop noticing. He prides himself in knowing everything about his greatest enemy biggest crush current ally, so how did he miss the signs?

And, more importantly, how did he miss the fact that Optimus has a partner?? and even more importantly why is it making Megatron jealous

He spends the whole remainder of Optimus's carriage trying to figure out who won his spark. Megatron doesn't think Optimus is single because he keeps casually referring to the sire, but he never says who it is and the mystery mech fails to materialise. Optimus doesn't really mind the attention though because Megatron is suddenly being very courteous, always bringing him extra energon and asking about his day... who knew Megatron could be so nice!

meanwhile Megatron is getting more and more confused and he's starting to imagine a strange convoluted conspiracy. Then the sparkling arrives. 'ah ha!' Megatron thinks, 'I'll definitely find out now!'

he does not

and even more surprisingly, Optimus is back to work a few weeks later sans sire and sparkling

Megatron finally thinks to actually say something. He tries to be subtle. He is not

Megatron: so I take it you have a stay at home conjunx?

Optimus: ...come again?

Megatron: well, I assume someone must be looking after the sparkling!

Optimus: oh Primus no, I was just the surrogate! the little one is with their family :D

Megatron: ..........OH

Megatron, internally: I have a chance!!!

Then they start dating and not long later they have cute sparklings of their own 😊

Okay but this made me start thinking about Optimus signing up to be a surrogate as a plot premise of it's own

#maccadam #transformers #adorable that megs was just floundering the entire time playing mindgames with himself #oh meggsie #megop #Megatron #Optimus prime

[baby-xemnas]

hehehehehe teened agers lawbepo..

weheheheh they shared a room... i know its POSSIBLE that penshachi slept there too but there was no mention of them in the nightmare scene so i choose to think they had their own

:))))))))))))))

what are you gonna kiss for the first time in YOUR room

i kinda love there was zero garchu mention implying bepo was super solid on respecting human boundaries..meaning law would be the one to get in his personal space

eehheheee ohhhh law would probably want to pet bepo super badly...imagine seeing someone so fluffy EVERY DAY and not touching him??? crazy he is gonna go crazy

imagining that penguin and shachi broke that boundary first cuz they are so boys will be boys so they ruffle bepos head and he picks them up (in a bear hug hehe hoho) when hes (light heartedly ofc) irritated by them

law being a weird nerd would take weeks to prepare for it mentally steeling himself to then put a hand on bepo's fur and let it linger there (bepo freezing up) making a lil scratchy motion and bepo would make a small noise

law taking his hand away: ah. sorry. your fur is very nice

bepo in a weak and whiny voice despite himself but he wants law's hand back on him immediately. he's dying: t-thanks

law is gonna spend several more days mulling over how much he enjoyed seeing bepo's cute reaction

TOTALLY NORMAL TO FIND YOUR HOMIE CUTE RIGHT. RIGHT????? HE HAS AN APPEARANCE OF A POLAR BEAR BEARS ARE CUTE /imagines a bear and feels nothing/ No. ITS NORMAL. HES BEING NORMAL ABOUT HIS BEST FRIEND.

i said earlier that i like that garchuing wasnt mentioned but imagining now bepo starting the conversation because uh...you know in my culture..ah sorry nevermind its nothing

law: go on (SPILL IT OUT NOW I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT GOT YOU SO NERVOUS IT SOUNDED VERY IMPORTANT)

bepo explaining what garchu is - its very embarassing to ask this of law san! but law san being so important to him is WHY he wants to ask for it so badly....but he is being so demanding! bepo voice: nvm sorry i will go kms.

law surprising himself how natural the answer that it'd be fine came out. he opens his arms and bepo's reaction is so worth it. he looks overwhelmed with happiness as he embraces law (mindful of his weight not to crush him hes still trying to hold back. he would want to leap at him!!! he is so happy!! law san is so special!!!

law hugging him back, processing how he feels about it (its great but he is so not used to it. last person that hugged him was his mother so many years ago he almost forgot what it feels like. this is SO NOT LIKE HIS MOTHER THOUGH. law feeling that comparison is very inappropriate and dirty. WHY IS HE FEELING THAT?? maybe because bepo's whispers of his name as he nuzzles his shoulder is...something. something very different.

some time later at night law asking if bepo is asleep and hes groggy but says no...is garchu something you do with your family or- bepo: family and friends yes! law san to me is different law san is very special! law: huh... bepo: what do humans do with people special to them? law (LIE 100% SUCCESS): i dont..really know...but we hug its similar to garchu bepo: OH NICE :D GOODNIGHT LAW SAN law: goodnight /wide awake now thinking about if he wants to kiss bepo or not. yes he does/

#lawbepo

[misslovasstuff]

Here for you

[Dazai x reader]

Dazai and you have a rather odd relationship. For the first time in a while, there had come someone who really pushes him off the edge. Like that time...

“Do you think Ranpo-san hates me?” - you ask, fidgeting fingers, looking up at Dazai with doe eyes. 

The brunette looked at you for a few seconds, trying to realize whether you were joking or serious.

“Why would Ranpo-san hate you? - he shakes his head. “There’s no specific reason, it’s just...he’s kinda mean sometimes.”

“Woah. - Dazai widens his eyes, multiple thoughts running through his head, like:

How did this woman get employed in the agency? or Why is she talking and getting closer to only me, who to begin with, did not even approach her?

“Look, I’m sure that he has nothing personal with you so, it’s probably all in your little head. - Dazai pats your head, then puts both of his hands in his pockets. - Don’t worry.”

You give him a warm smile, who Dazai mirrors with no difficulty.

And there was this other time...

“Hey hey! What do you think you’re doing?”- Dazai widens his eyes at the sight of you almost lightning up the curtain next to your table.

“Relax, Dazai. - you boastfully claim, like there was no reason for him to freak out cause obviously for the last past weeks under his training, you were getting better. - I will just light my candle, there’s no reason to-

In a blink of an eye the curtain catches fire and you panic. Whilst rushing to find a fire ex, Dazai had already grabbed one, aiming it to the mess you just caused.

After the flames cool down and everything’s back to safety, you meet Dazai’s eyes. Last thing you wanted was to dissappoint him. But, there wasn’t dissappointment in his eyes, nor was there some sort of anger or resentment. 

“I’m sorry, - you apologise, not meeting his gaze. - Dazai, I really didn’t mean to.”

Dazai doesn’t respond. Although he didn’t seem mad, he was still cold as ice. He refuses to give you encouragment or relief by forgiving you or by telling you that it was ok as long as there was no harm.

But he didn’t. Dazai just sighed and exited the room, leaving you a bit empty inside. Little did you know, that Dazai had managed to know and understand the best way to help and train you was to be silent.

He proved that in another scenario.

“Take the hit, newbie!”- you heard Kunikida shouting from your far left. His voice starts off very clear but afterwards, it gets blurred out.

Cold sweats drip on your skin, trembling hands and injured lip from all the nervous biting you were doing.

There is a pointed gun in your hand, your eyes seem focused but they’re still, distracted from the noise inside your head. The reason why it was so difficult to aim, and even more hard to shoot, was that a simple wrong move from your side, would lead to Dazai taking the bullet.

He was there with the enemy, as he planned. Perfectly positioned.

You sigh heavily, thinking about the amount of trust he put into you to make the right move.

“You have to shoot now!”- Kunikida shouts again, making you flinch at his tone. You close your eyes tightly, but a voice in your head makes you open them wide.

Do it. You can do it.

First thing you see is Dazai side-eyeing you. He’s not saying anything, but it’s silence is speaking louder than anything else.

There is a shift in your attitude. Hands stop shaking, eyes pierce through your objective and you get ready to take the shot.

There. It’s done.

A body collapses on the floor as some smirking eyes gaze at you.

A relief sigh escapes your mouth. You rub your temple and thank goodness that Dazai was still there, standing up with his hands in his pockets. He waves at you with a smile.

Did well, newbie. You did well.

Ready to jump out of joy, you run off to Kunikida, nodding as a sign that it was over.

When everyone got back to the agency, it felt like a normal day again. Kunikida got back to his work immediately, whilst Dazai was following him around.

You wanted to express your attitude.

“Dazai, - you grab him by the sleeve of his coat. - thank you for trusting me.”

After gently smirking, he says: “well, either way if I were to end up dead that would still be a good thing.”

He pats your head: “You’re improving. I’m sure you’re gonna be one of the best assets this agency will ever have. So, give yourself time.”

It was hard to contain tears of joy. Something always drew you to him, and surprisingly, Dazai was the most patient with you.

You sniff and then go in for a hug, which catches him off guard.

“You’re so nice. Thank you.”- you say and Dazai widens his eyes, which later soften as he reciprocates the hug.

“I’m here for you.”- he replies, putting strands of hair behind your ear.

You were both absorbed in your own world, but others around wondered, where would this relationship of yours go?

#bungou stray dogs dazai #bungou stray dogs #bsd dazai #bungou sd #dazai osamu #dazai #dazai x reader #dazai imagines #bsd anime

[azure-clockwork]

Allow me to demonstrate!

I have now done a cosplay! The outfit is loosely based on the multiple drawings of version of a Byleth fishing outfit, plus the thought that Byleth is indeed chaotic enough to wear her tights fishing

Notes and errata I’m amused by/proud of:

I 100% decided to do this like a week before the con the hat says Garreg Mach Academy :)

the coat is a last min concession I made to the 36°F weather, worn incorrectly to look more like Byleth’s “coat” thing

that is my real hair with enough temp blue dye to stain my whole bathroom. I considered just redying it all blue (it’s purple rn) but I’m going red in a week for a sports team I’m on so I decided temp was better

I thought the shirt said “women want me fish fear me” and then realized when it arrived. But it’s funnier this was so all’s well that ends well

I went to a con that was mostly full of Genshin fans. With the exception of the Ferdinand von Aegir who was very excited to see me and the friends who I held down and forced to be excited over this, everyone else just noticed the shirt

Ferdie was running an artist booth selling Three Houses art (mostly CF/BE stuff). I got a super cute Black Eagles poster and they threw in a postcard and took a photo with me!! 11/10, loved the interaction and the poster is so fucking cute

basically everyone read the shirt out. The most common reading is “oh I like the shirt! ‘Women want fish, me fear me’?”

it is tied because Byleth shows her stomach in battle of all places. You bet your ass she’d show off her abs on a fishing trip

I wanted to bring a fishing pole so I had something to be allowed to demonstrate. I did not find or make one in time. Alas, mine are all three states away. Tragic

turns out I am borderline unrecognizable in a hat and sans glasses (which is the only reason I’m cool posting my face online). Between being too blind to recognize anyone and being too Different to get recognized, meeting up with friends was Hard

the boobs are approx half fake. I do have natural D cups, to which I added 5 socks and two padded bras to make the mother of all push-up bras. I’m pleased with the effect

I love the hat and I do wear it places. 10/10

there was so much blue dye everywhere. I’m shocked I kept the shirt clean when spraying it (I used a towel and so much care). Touching my hair caused it to rub off

I got into the con for free because I was accidentally press ganged into volunteering. That’s probably a story for another post cuz this one is too long, but it was Very Funny

#cosplay #fe3h #byleth eisner #f!byleth #byleth and her silly inappropriate outfit choices #tights and a white shirt aren’t fishing attire!

[its-opheliasgarden]

19 Culpepper Apartment | Spencer-Kim-Lewis Apartment

Okay, here's the revised breakdown: Dennis Kim and Lydia Spencer met and were happily married for 40 years until Lydia’s untimely death. Alice Spencer-Kim, their daughter, married her college sweetheart, Eric Lewis and had two kids, Evan and Olivia Kim-Lewis. For the last few years, the Kim-Lewis family have lived with Eric's mom, Vivian Lewis, in Willow Creek. However, Alice worried about her father, Dennis, and the opportunity to be a museum curator for the Casbah Gallery, moved the whole family to San Myshuno and now live in Spice Market District. Hey, no one ever said family was easy!

So what have I spent the last 3 weeks doing....rebuilding the apartment from one of my favorite holiday series, Dash and Lily. In the series the lead character, Lily, lives in a multigenerational apartment in NYC with her grandpa, parents, and big brother. I felt this tied really well with the Spencer-Kim-Lewis townie family and decided to give it a try. Literally rewatched so many episodes trying to recreate this apartment and I think it turned out pretty nice. See some stills below for reference. 

-d. 

#ts4 #ts4mm #ts4 maxis match #ts4 builds #ts4 decor #showusyourbuilds #its-opheliasgarden