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teyvattherapist · 3 years

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Write to Me

eh fuck it here ya'll go. pspspsps dain simps come get your food.

Anyways it features my oc, I'm too lazy to rewrite it, and I think this is cute. Sooo, posting it anyways.

tags: gn!readerxDainsleif, fluff, soulmate au babyyy, it do always be angst when u squint, dain was a ho as a young man as he should be honestly, oc mention? not massive tho just in the bg, kaeya and albedo making bets

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When he was younger he wasn’t exactly monogamous, sleeping with whatever pretty thing piqued his fancy, his status and good looks lending to men and women throwing themselves at him. He didn’t think he had a soulmate, no lovely voice in his head, he could see colour just fine, and whenever he wrote or drew on his arm there was nothing in return. Not a single scratch that wasn’t his own, nothing. So he did whatever he wanted, there wasn’t anybody matching his soul.

But he was older now, much older. Centuries passed since he was a young man at the centre of many people's hearts. Now he was a disgraced knight and a traveler. He was busy tracking down and destroying the Abyss Order, his traveling companion gone, he had nothing but his duty once more. He stayed away from cities as much as he could, only going in to restock his supplies.

Imagine Dainsleif’s surprise when he woke up one day, odd blue squiggles on the tainted skin of his right arm. It wasn’t anything fancy, a small little smiley face with awful handwriting beside it, a tiny ‘hi’. He outstretched his arm, blinking once, twice, he tried to rub it off. But it didn’t come off. Now? Really? NOW?! He didn’t want to write back, he didn’t want to draw anything. They were more than likely a child judging by the writing, he could just pretend he never saw this.

But they didn’t cease. Apparently when he had rubbed the drawing, it had showed up on them. ‘Yuo real?’ Dainsleif groaned, pulling his gloves on instead. He didn’t have time for this. So Dainsleif ignored it, ignored the messages that sometimes showed up on his arms and he ignored the drawings, no matter how good or awful they were. His duty came first, and he was several centuries old. He simply couldn’t pay attention to it.

But as the years went on the messages began to slow. How many years had passed? Ten? Twenty? He wasn’t entirely sure, his memory blending together, fragmenting and hazing over. Bits and pieces here and there. ‘I hope you’re well, you’ve been quiet.’ A message scrawled on his left arm and he stared at it in the dark of the tent.

‘I am well. And you?’

‘And here I thought my soulmate died. I’m fine.’

Dainsleif sighed, blue eyes flicking upwards at the material of the tent. They deserved somebody so much better. The Twilight Sword was not that somebody. He looked back at his arm, a name, he assumed, was scrawled beside the words.

‘Dainsleif.’

‘Like the sword?’

‘Like the sword.’

“Fascinating. I must be going to sleep now, I have work early. Goodnight, Dainsleif.’

Dainsleif dropped his arm beside him, a soft sigh escaping his lips. How ridiculous was this. The Gods truly hated him to gift him a soulmate when he was what, five hundred and twenty five? His poor soulmate, too. He couldn’t stop thinking about what an unfortunate situation it was for them, perhaps it was the way he showed he did care, even if he hadn’t met them or spoken to them beyond reading the occasional message they wrote.

You hurried through the hallway, already late for work, the fifth time that month. You spared a wave to Sucrose who was exiting Albedo’s laboratory and she smiled, waving back. You quickly threw open the door to the laboratory across from Albedo’s, entering swiftly. “I’m so sorry Ohm, my alarm didn’t go off again and- Oh!” You stopped, realising there was somebody else in there.

The medical captain looked around the man dressed in interesting garb, smiling when he saw it was you. “Hello, (y/n)! Nothing to worry about. Ahem, where was I? Oh yes! Same rules as before, but try to apply it more sparingly, I don’t want you building up an intolerance until I can find something stronger.” Ohm held out a jar of azure gel but the man was stiff, unmoving. “Teyvat to Dainsleif?”

“Wait- Dainsleif?” You stopped, dropping the papers you had been holding. They scattered everywhere and Ohm tilted his head, periwinkle hair falling into his face, a clear sign of his utter confusion. Dainsleif turned to you, his eyes were stunning, blue and the pupils- he was gorgeous, that was the first thing that came to you and you felt your cheeks warming at his piercing gaze.

“Well would you look at the time, I have to go uhm, annoy Albedo. It's in my schedule. Please lock the lab if you are to leave. Dainsleif heed my orders or I’ll find you.” Ohm stood up, he rounded Dainsleif, grabbing the bough keeper’s hand and placing the jar into it. He then let go and walked away. He put one hand on your shoulder and leaned in close. “Be nice, he’s shy.” The doctor whispered and then he was off, shutting the door behind him with a click.

You bent down to pick up the paperwork now that the initial shock wore off. Dainsleif also seemed to snap back into action, pocketing the jar. He stepped forward, crouching down to help you with the papers. “I apologise, your Gods have chosen an awful soulmate for you.” He was blunt, apparently. His voice deep and soothing nonetheless. He held the papers out in a bandaged hand and you hesitantly took them.

“I don’t know, I think you’re pretty. Even if you ignore me.” Did you really just- You stood quickly, walking by him and to the desk on the other side of the room, the small wooden desk you had claimed as your own. “Ahem, are you injured? I suppose you must be if you’re visiting the medical captain.” You trailed off, sorting the papers neatly on the desk.

“No, yes, technically.” Dainsleif stood, brushing off his dark pants. You turned, quirking an eyebrow at him as he moved back to the captain’s desk to retrieve a glove that matched his other one. Was it worth it? To give up his secrets? To show just why they should stop speaking to him and run far far away? He grabbed his glove and hesitated, looking at the thick material. He shook his head, pulling the glove over his bandages.

“Well, if you’re ever in need of care and you’re in Mondstadt, just write. Ohm has been teaching me how to do what he does. Though I can’t really do it like him yet, I’m still a pretty alright healer.” You offered with a soft smile even though he wasn’t looking at you. Dainsleif hesitated, adjusting his glove. Kind, dedicated to a good cause, funny sometimes. He cursed his feelings.

Dainsleif turned towards you, pressing himself against the desk as if to steady himself. His eyes flicked to the side, he was clearly thinking of something. He closed his eyes for a moment, nodded to himself, and then opened them again. “Ask your mentor about the Twilight Sword. I’m afraid I must take my leave. Write to me.” Dainsleif pushed himself off the desk and with a swiftness you weren’t sure was human, he was gone.

Immediately you brought your nail to your arm, writing gently. ‘I like your cape.’

‘Thank you, I like your cloak.’

Oh he was awkward awkward. Cute. You smiled at the words before getting back to work, these medical reports wouldn’t process themselves, after all. Though his words played through your mind, Twilight Sword.. It was oddly familiar but no amount of examining your brain proved useful, oh well. You’d just have to ask later.

Ohm snickered with Kaeya as they watched Dainsleif breeze by them, practically throwing himself down the staircase and out the door. “I’ll bet you one thousand mora he left the explaining to me.” Ohm spoke when he heard the heavy door to the headquarters slam shut.

“Neither of us are dumb enough to bet that, he absolutely did.” Albedo commented, leaning back against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. “The feared Twilight Sword, Bough Keeper of Khaenri’ah brought down by a soulmate, so silly.”

“I don’t know, Albedo, I think it's quite endearing.” Kaeya teased, tapping his chin thoughtfully, but his eye told another story, glinting mischievously. “I’ll take that bet, Ohm. I’ll bet one thousand mora he tells them before he gets back to camp.” He held his hand out and Ohm took his hand, shaking it. Unfortunately, sealing Kaeya’s fate.

“Wait, hold on. I’ll bet one thousand mora he doesn’t do either.”

“That’s the spirit, alchemist.” Ohm shook hands with Albedo who huffed. “We should get back to work.” The medical captain gave a curt nod before he headed further up the stairs and towards the direction of his laboratory.

#dainsleif x reader #genshin impact x reader #dainsleif #genshin impact #soulmate au #lane writes #idk do i tag my oc? will he show up in future fics? probs #ohm ambros #queue #maybe i'll come up with a cooler genshin queue name but for now no #yes i pair dain up with a healer s/o a lot dont even LOOK at me

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electricsockhead · 3 years

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💓 jenelope headcanons 💓

side notes:

1 -> it’s established relationship cuz idk how to write f-t-l with them 😖😖😖

2 -> this is set in like seasons 1 & 2, so there’s no kids and jj is still media liaison

3 -> please come talk to me about them!! idc if you’re seeing this posts 6 months after I posted it or 12 years (if I’m still active) PLEASE COME TALK TO ME ABOUT THEM 🥺🥺🥺

4 -> Trigger Warnings:

brief mentions of SA! (talking about their job)

possible displays neurodivergent traits! (if you’re neurotypical, this trigger is not for you, it’s for those in ND community who get triggered by stimming and mentions of breakdowns. also, the only reason “possible” is added is because I’m not neurodivergent (nor a doctor) so I have no personal experience with with these, and I don’t know if they’re considered neurodivergent traits. if you’re neurodivergent im 100% willing to listen to your opinions and thoughts on this!!!)

jj loves falling asleep over penelope, and loves holding one of her hands and just fiddling with her fingers (interlacing them, kissing her knuckles, etc)

Penelope always played with jjs hair when they do that, and she loves trying to make a braid with just one hand. sometimes she tangles jjs hair a little and they laugh 🥰🥰

when JJ is having a bad day she sits cross-legged on one of Penelope’s desks and just fiddles with Penelope’s toys

occasionally throughout the day penelope will go over and just hold her waist and rest her head on one of JJ’s thighs and JJs hand automatically goes to her head and starts fiddling with her hair

On days where she can’t stay in Penelope’s office she takes one of the toys with her and is fiddling with it all days and doesn’t let go for too long

On those days when they get home they cuddle and sometimes if it was really bad jj will break down and cry into Penelope’s shoulder and Penelope just comforts her through it 🥺🥺🥺

sometimes she also gets really touch averted so they’ll just sit next to each other while jj sobs into her hands, and Penelope just sits with her so she doesn’t feel alone 🥺🥺

On game nights they always have so much fun and they rarely bicker over the color/object of the players because penny will always go for the smallest or pink one and jj will always go for the one with more texture or blue one (ex. on the life game, penny gets the pink car and jj gets the blue one, or monopoly, jj gets the Statue of Liberty because it has a lot of bumps and she runs her fingers through them all the time because it calms her down and helps her feel grounded, and penny gets the hat because it’s small and sometimes she likes to just run her fingers through the “hem” — they rarely ever leave their pieces on the board which causes them to forget where they were but it’s ok cuz they always have fun 🥰🥰)

On their days off, they like to go on picnics and jj takes care of the setting while Penelope takes care of the snacks

jj always picks somewhere with a body of water, usually a river but they live nearby a lake and sometimes they go there as well

she absolutely loves seeing the water just move on the river or just stare at the cute ducks on the lake

Penny always has cookies and extra money in her bag cuz she knows jjs gonna want to get ice cream

at dinner time, usually penny cooks, but jjs always with her, sitting on the counter and trying to help out (even tho penny said not to worry, and that she likes to do it by herself, and also to give jj a break from always working), and when she has nothing to do (or nothing in her hands to fiddle with) she’ll set the table extra nice with candles and wine

jj loves when they’re too lazy or too tired to cook anything so she just makes ham and cheese sandwiches for them and they sit on the couch and watch TV.

Penny loves putting on romantic dramas or romantic comedies while jj likes putting on western/action movies (it gives closure she never got as a kid 🥺💔)

One thing they can’t watch is horror because then the next day they can’t really do their job right because they just keep going back to the movie that depicts what they only see the aftermath of (like yeah they see the dead body and they’re informed of sa, but if a movie is graphic enough that it’ll depict it, then the next time they hear a victim was SAed they’ll be able to picture it and it just makes the job a lot harder to do 🥺💔)

On a lighter note, they have movie nights every Saturday and a lot of times they settle for Disney movies, and they’ve watched lady and the tramp so much that they know a lot of the dialogue

They also sometimes like to put it on mute and make up their own dialogue, and they always have so much fun with it

They have this little plush toy they keep in between them, so when one has a nightmare they can cuddle it while also cuddling each other (like if jj has a nightmare, she’ll get cuddles from penny, with the plushy in her own arms)

every morning they wake up half an hour earlier then they’re supposed to so that they can be lazy in bed and steal sleepy kisses and still get up in time and not be late for work

they never tried to hide their relationship from the team, but they weren’t necessarily public about it.

Hotch was the first to know, and he’s like “there’s fraternization rules against it, so no one on this team should be in a relationship” but then pulls them aside and he’s like, I don’t know nothing, I ain’t see nothing, but if hypocritically there was something, I’d be happy with it, BUT I DONT KNOW NOTHING (aka, he supports their relationship, but doesn’t want them to get in trouble 🥺🥰)

the next to find out is Morgan and he’s * o f f e n d e d * that his bbg never told him and she was like “you never asked 🤷” and he’s like “yeah, fair point” (obv. he also supports it)

When Elle finds out she’s like “hot.” And they both blush, but she’s supportive and it hurts them more then anyone else when she leaves because she’s the only other queer woman they’re close with, but then when Emily joins, she can smell the gays a mile away and it brings them a bit of comfort

When Spencer find out he’s also * o f f e n d e d * they didn’t tell him, but he gets super excited and buys them a bunch a Pride stuff for them because he knows they might not use it so he gets an excuse to have gay shit lying around his house (🚪🚪🚪)

Gideon never really payed attention to their “friendship” but when hotch offhandedly mentions it he acts like he already knew, and doesn’t make a big deal out of it (let’s be honest this man is an ally ☺️☺️)

as time progresses, they become more and more open about it, and occasionally will display copious amounts of PDA, and the team finds it absolutely adorable because they’re so happy for them 🥰🥰

the end ☺️✨

if y’all don’t mind, I’m tagging @geeky-son-dr-reid and @gleaminginthespotlight 🥺 ilysm

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kireijae · 3 years

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oKAY! yellow!! we shall continue.

doctor dramaaaaaa

this one’s real fun because it’s all super petty. sometimes doctors will just.... refer their patients to another doctor??? when they’re lazy??? it’s so weird to me. and most of the time the other doctor can’t refuse. this usually happens on clinic days in the hospital (usually fridays for my parents). often this leads to hospital beef because sometimes some doctors will refuse the referral saying they’re too busy 💀 so now the first doctor HAS to do it.

some doctors (again, lazy ones) tend to do this thing where they kiss ass a senior doctor and make them do their cases. like they’ll be like “oh can you help me i dont know how to do this” and before you know it, the senior doctor is the one doing their work while they just stand there or even sometimes “leave to go get them both coffee”. the senior doctors often can’t refuse if there aren’t enough doctors in the department or if the patient is in need of immediate care. also, just bcs you’re a senior doctor doesn’t mean you outrank someone. if you’re both medical officers, you’re of the same rank :/ sometimes 50 year old doctors have 30 year old bosses if the younger one passed their exam and became a specialist.

doctors vs. nurses. this isn’t universal. it’s more of... certain doctor’s experiences. but some nurses can be quite rude and gang up against a doctor. especially when the doctor needs something to be done. like the nurses can just... not do it. or ask the doctor to it themselves. and it leads to a lot of fighting behind the scenes. my dad never has this problem cause the nurses all have a crush on him 😭😭😭 and he’s real charming around the hospital. but my MUM!! ugh. nurses are so mean to her :( i’m convinced they attack her bcs they’re jealous istg. they always compliment my dad but are mean to my mum. it never happened in her old hospital. but this new one...yikes.

houseman drama. ugh this one’s a big one. these days there’s a lot of rich kids who end up in medical colleges and become doctors bcs their parents can pay a hefty amount. and they kind of have this... attitude of not doing much work. so if you’re a doctor working at a university hospital, you’ll come across them a lot. they won’t get their work done, they’ll have excuses for everything and they’ll act like complete know it alls.

once my uncle had this houseman that refused to tag in the operation theatre (tagging is smtg medical graduates do where they kind of follow medical officers and observe what they’re doing to learn). anyway. so this girl was like “oh can’t stand in the operation theatre because i get dizzy very easily if i stand for long hours”. and my uncle was like 🤨🤨 okay...? but he let her sit it out. then the day hour he saw her and she was sprinting around here and there, jumping about and using her phone. so he confronted her and he was like “i let you sit out on a very crucial part of your housemanship today because i thought you were actually sick but you’re here looking as fit as ever. you do realise you lied about your health to a doctor, right? you think i can’t see when a patient is lying to me? i still let you sit it out. but you aren’t taking your job seriously. one more time and you’re out of here. i mean it. i don’t care if you get offended. you can take it heart, take it to kidney, whatever. tomorrow you’re tagging and if you don’t, i will personally write a report”. needless to say, that houseman is now both scared of my uncle but also hates him 😶 kinda deserved tho.

ooo another houseman story! so like... sometimes senior doctors can be brutal. even if you’re a medical officer and it’s your specialist/consultant talking to you. they will not hesitate to insult you in the middle of the ward, in front of the patients. so yeah. this happens from time to time. my dad’s done this to his houseman before bcs he made an INSANE mistake that almost cost a patient their life. and it’s happened to my dad when he was younger where he forgot some treatment’s name or smtg and his consultant decided to embarrass him in front of the patients and other doctors 💀 yikes.

are housemen like residents then? (i watched too much grey’s anatomy when i was younger i only know how their hospital works fjjfjf) bc for that fic i was thinking the reader and jaemin can both be doctors right after their last year of residency and i just looooove resident drama

i was also thinking about using that referral drama yesterday!! i might work that in somewhere too

#this is helping me so much what #like hearing other people’s experiences always get my brain workin #ti i love you the end #ti time🍵#faes asks🍄#idea elvesˏ`୭̥

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dylanxmin · 4 years

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painkiller ∣ 2 ∣ j.hs

breakups are habitual, ordinary maybe even easy for some other people, and maybe it could be easy for you, too, if you haven’t been dumped by your boyfriend after finding out that you were pregnant. no, it wasn’t easy even a bit. and a stranger who wants to be your side doesn’t make this all easy for you, at all.

pairing; jung hoseok x reader

genre; angst, fluff, humor, pregnancy au, strangers to lovers au, single!mom au, slice of life au,,

warnings; angst, and more angst(we will have less angst in time i promise), swearings, mention of sexual harrasment(it’s a light scene)

word count; 7.4k

rating; nc17

a/n; heyo!! i know i’m pretty late, but it took me ages to write, and it was hard for me to gather my thoughts to turn them into writing,, but yes, here i am with the episode 2!! i hope you can enjoy this episode as much as the first one. i’m really happy with the feedbacks i got with the first episode, and i love to write this fic, so thank you for encouraging me more to write about this hoseok and y/n. i still need your feedbacks tho lol,, love you all ♡

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‘Can you please take this to Jin?’ Jimin asked the man who passes by him, causing him to stop, eyes narrowed after he looks at Jimin. ''You know I would, but I have to finish this resource, and he doesn't want to see me before I finish this,'' Jimin begs once again, eyes taking the shape of a puppy. What Jimin said is not a lie, and he is drowning in research for a patient, where Jin asked him a lot while ago, and he is a bit scared to see him before he finishes this.

''Okay, okay. Give me that,'' Jimin coos, wiggling his body before handing the file to the man who saves him, with a big grin on his face. ''I owe you big time!'' he yells, while the other man takes a turn at the big white corridor. His big grin fades after he turns his papers, he has a lot of things to do yet, he finds himself procrastinating, as he always does.

Hoseok folds the file in his hand, sighing to himself, and asks why he always finds himself while agreeing what Jimin says. And not only on work, but he also does this at home, where he feels too lazy to do the dishes or the laundry. Hoseok loves him, loves him like a brother, but he has to learn to say no. Both for his and Jimin's sake, otherwise, he will find himself while beating his ass. Hoseok takes another turn, where Jin's room is, but before he could open the door, someone does it before him.

Hoseok barely holds himself from crashing on you, his eyes wide open due to the sudden move. A little whimper leaves his lips, but you were too busy to hear that or even see him. He goes silent after seeing the tears on your eyes, the pain, and uncertainty on your face. A very familiar face with the familiar emotions on it. Hoseok's mouth takes an 'o' shape, eyes watching you to getting away from him.

While trying to understand what just happened, he enters the room after knocking two times. A line appeared between his brows, familiar yet unknown feeling fills him, he wants to shake his body, head to toe. ''Is she?'' he doubts, eyes finding his friends who have the same confusion on his face. Hoseok couldn't understand why he was feeling this way, and why he was happy to see you again. He lets a deep breath, closing the door before heading to the chair, and sits where you just left. ''Well, it's a small world, huh?'' Jin laughs as he said something funny, but Hoseok crinkles his nose, gives him a blank stare in return.

''Wait... she is pregnant?'' his eyes went round, for some reason he couldn't bring these two things together, even though not knowing you enough to come up with a character analysis. ''Yes, but good news, she wasn't drunk, rather than what we think,'' Jin gave a half-smile, open his arms to emphasize the good news he was giving.

On the contrary to his friend, this news wasn't good for Hoseok. He remembered how you looked down in the dump the day he first saw you, and after seeing you with tears on your eyes, he felt heartbroken. He didn't know you well, but he couldn't help but want to reach you and talk to you about this.

''Hobi, don't tell me that you are thinking about talking to her or something... please,'' Jin grunted after seeing how sadness clouded his friend's features. Jin knew well enough that Hoseok would do something such a thing. He couldn't understand why, but Hoseok always tried to help others, even without knowing them, so Jin was sure that he would that once again.

Just like Jin afraid of Hoseok's whole face lit up, he throws the file he holds in his hand at Jin's desk before leaving his office in hurry. The doctor hit his face with his palm, shaking his head in disbelief. ''He never learns,'' he sighs, grabbing the file for distracting himself from his too friendly friend.

While Jin is already focusing on the work, Hoseok finds himself while eavesdropping the conversation you have with your mother, as he heard you calling the person as 'mom' over the phone. He didn't mean to overhear your phone call or acting like a creep once again, but he couldn't approach you after seeing you on the phone, in a deep conversation. He was just going to wait until you finish your call, as he said to himself, but courage left his body after you get up from the bench. His body betrays himself, and he stands there only to watch you getting away once again.

''Aish... stupid legs,'' he scoffs, leaning the back of his head to the wall, chewing on his bottom lip. He swears himself to come to your side when he sees you again. And his instincts say him that he will see you again.

Fried eggs, boiled eggs, or any kind of eggs, it didn't matter how they made it, or why they made. You hate it. You hate it with all of your presence. While the scent of the very disgusting thing starts to spread, there is no way for you to refrain from jerking your body from your bed, hitting your toes to every possible object in your room, thanks to your sleepy head. This is how you start your beautiful day.

Spasming and ratching above your toilet, nails digging into the napkin you hold one of your hands, as your life was depending on it.

As you barely hold your head up and eyes still tightly shut, you prayed to not dripping your newly cleaned floor. Fortunately, throwing up with closed eyes wasn't your first time, but they were only caused by your drunkness, rather than pregnancy.

And this is your story how you found yourself above on the toilet, pouring everything inside of you. Your nose crinkled at the sight, pushing the flush after throwing the napkin that you wiped your mouth. Morning sickness officially trying to end your life, as it was interrupting your sleep every morning, which a pregnant woman needs sleep. And stealing your food, vitamins, and all the other beneficial objects from your body. Also, the things that a pregnant woman most needed.

After you lift yourself from the ground and splashing cold water to your face, a little drop takes a track from your sleeves, dripping the white cotton rug. When the very hideous smell hits, closer this time, you stop wiping your face to the towel. No... no. He did not do that.

Your eyes find the man's big grin in the mirror, but his grin fades after seeing your petrified glares staring the pan he holds with big confidence. ''Don't you dare to take one step closer,'' you warn the man with red hair, eyes darting over the pan and his rounded eyes. His eyebrows waggled, holding the pan a little higher to your dismay. ''Aigo... I present to you the best breakfast and this is my reward? And I'm waiting here for a big fat thanks. What a shame...''

''Tae, just hold that scum far away from me!''

''Stop being a brat and thank me, you brat!'' he pouts while holding out the pan, but his eyes sparkled with horror after seeing you cover your mouth while letting a loud gag. ''You are just being dramatic here,'' he says, turning his back at you, but he holds himself from making a sound while visibly ratching. If Taehyung had a list of weird habits of him, throwing up after seeing, or hearing someone throwing up would be on the list. He makes a speed walk in your corridor, trying not to hear your sound.

You push the flush once again while listing how to kill someone before getting physically fight in your mind. Poisoning is the first thing to comes across your mind, but you let those thoughts slide from your mind before heading inside. He was too young to die anyway.

The red-haired man lets out a big sigh, the brooding eyes meet with yours. ''I still can't believe that you are pregnant,'' he throws the last cherry tomato to his mouth, chewing it loudly. ''and when are you going to visit Yuri, she is still super surprised,'' he says nonchalantly while making a small sandwich with salami and the fried egg.

''You mean my mom?'' you questioned, voice comes out hoarse as you hold your nose while sending him deadly glares. ''and can you just not eat this today?'' you gestured the salami and the egg, turning your head to another side, trying to hold your gag.

Taehyung scoffs, murmuring how you destroyed the beautiful morning for him, but he can't take the risk of making you vomit all over the kitchen, so he moves them away from you. ''Better?'' he asks after opening the kitchen window, and you nod appreciatively. ''Yuri-... I mean your mother called me after you gave her the news, and told me everything. I hope you won't get back with that bastard because we said pretty good things behind him,'' he plastered a smile on his face, adjusting his hair by brushing it with his hand.

''I'm still upset with you if you haven't realized it. I'm your best friend and you didn't even bother to give me a call. I wait for three days, but nothing.'' he rolled his eyes, arms crossed above his chest.

Well, he did have a point by being upset with you, but you hold yourself from giggling as you remembered his face when he comes to your door yesterday, at two o'clock. Eyes of him seizing you in disbelief, one of his hand resting on his chest, above his heart, shaking his head side to side, slowly. He emerged inside, telling you how angry and upset he was, but as you were pregnant he wasn't going to yell at you and make the baby sad. Rather, he gave you the 'how could you' look for a whole night long. And, for your belief, it was worse than him yelling at you.

He would scold you when he can, between changing every fabric that contains the very memories of your ex, aside with his scent. The scent that tearing your heart, suffocates you to death. He would be cursing and swearing in every two minutes behind your ex, send him the most negative thoughts, mentally. You hardly convince him to send his stuff to charity, and not to burn.

In his defense, burning them would clear the bad aura he left behind. More likely, that may or may not ease the fire and the hate Taehyung feels about him. Probably won't, you guessed.

''This is all new for me Tae... Even I can't believe that I'm pregnant,'' you shared, taking a sip from your tea. The weird taste of it made you scrunch your face, but Taehyung made you this saying it was good for a pregnant woman. ''And before I visit my mom, I have to get used to being like this,'' you peek a glance to your belly. As you said to him, it was too new for you to face your mother with a living creature in your stomach.

Yet, you don't think you will ever get used to this feeling.

''Okay...'' he nods, licks the chocolate from his fork. But soon after, he gets up and tells you that he had enough of this gloomy atmosphere. He cleans the kitchen, and not letting you help him even though you try, he kicks you out from your kitchen. After he finishes, he tries to guess if it's a she or a he, or maybe neither in his defense. Asks you a lot of questions about pregnancy, makes a couple of jokes about how you knocked up and then he starts to look for baby clothes. When he can't decide what to buy, he calls your mother, but the conversation even comes to your highly charismatic doctor, and you show them his picture.

It's not the best side of him as it was in the hospital site, still, it was enough to drop Taehyung's chin to the ground. He threatens you to stay away from him, narrows his eyes to reassure you that he was serious, but you just put a couple of slaps on his shoulder between in your laughs.

''There are people out there, looking like a statue, plus, a brain on their skull. Yet, my naive daughter chooses the stupid one and an ugly stupid,'' your mother sighs, shakes her head, causing Taehyung to burst into laughter. You on the other hand whine and pout the very offensive comment your mother did. Not that she is not right, but how could you possibly know that your three-year relationship would end like that. ''I hope this baby chooses to be like you. At least from the outside,'' another laughter raises from your best friend, your mom won't stop teasing you and ganging up with the redhead.

''I thought you two would be the wind on my back, not to spit on my face,'' the old woman looks at you the same way as the younger adult. Eyes narrowed, lips pressed together. Both of them try to understand what was that supposed to mean, and you giggle, still surprised by the similarity of the old lady and the young male. It's not a wonder how people thought Taehyung as your mother's son, rather than you.

''She is just making up words to get us, don't fool by it, Yuri!'' Taehyung warns, mouth twists in disgust and disbelief. And the called woman agrees, hums, and nods her head. You were being a third-wheel between your biological mother and your very best friend. At least you were feeling, and you start to pout. Arms crossed over your chest, having an attitude without making a big fuss.

Soon after you talk hours and hours, Taehyung and your mom got your sympathy before he gets up to head his home, insists on making you come with him, but you refuse for thousand times. ''You know I'd stay but the couch isn't good for my back,'' you giggle before kissing him goodbye and he leaves after telling you to call him for even the smallest thing.

The ease on your shoulders fades, sorrow gathers on your chest soon after Taehyung left. Once again, you are grateful to have him in your life. From the first time, you two met in the elementary school, said man never left your side, up this day. You two hold the hands of each other when you had your first vaccine, and never stop holding. Somewhere the friendship of the two turned to the friendship of the four when Taehyung befriends with Yoongi and Namjoon.

You love them, adore them for the chaos they bring to your life. That's why you kept your mouth shut about this news, as you knew that they would go crazy, won't leave your side for a moment to be a helping hand. For having and pressing that kind of attention, you should get prepared before. You need to accept the situation, first.

Six-week pregnancy hits you hard. Not just the morning sicknesses, but also sore, swollen breast due to the change of the shape. Yes, they look bigger than ever and you like how they filled your oversized bra, but the light pain made you uncomfortable. You try to massage them on the shower with your shower gel to ease the ache and constantly refused the help of Yoongi. He offered you to help with the massage thing, which you only sighed and shake your head in disbelief.

Side of this, you start to pee for like a thousand times a day. Day or night didn't matter, and you always find yourself sleeping on the toilet, waking up to a new need to pee. It was frustrating, annoying, and blood boiling.

You push the flush once again, adjusting your clothes before heading to the work. Before passing your sneakers to your feet, you take a glance at your long-forgotten heels. Pointy, tight shoes only manage to cause you more burden on these days, so you decide to stay away from them. Who would like to have sore feet while dealing with pregnancy? Not you.

''Give me a break...'' you turn the wheel, heading to another parking lot as some jerk decides to put his car to your spot. There is plenty of parking lot, but this one was the closest to the elevator and you didn't want to park another place to walk all the way down here again. Because of your unstable emotions, you feel too tired lately, worn out, and wanted to cry easily.

Your hold tightened around the wheel, head slowly falls on it after parking your car. You try to breathe, but it's useless. Everything feels too much, eyes tearing up, while defeat sits on your shoulders. Too much failure. Too much loneliness. Too much agony crept towards you, to your chest. All these days, you acted like there was nothing wrong with you. Like you weren't dying inside, like happy to be pregnant. Or, happy to be dumped.

Long story short, you weren't. You were waking up to vomit on your throat, ache on your chest, and the first thing you see was your dirty toilet before heading to work. A cramp grows in your chest, won't letting you breathe that you need desperately. Hiccups fall by your lips one by one, just like the tears on your face. Does it have to feel like this? Does it have to hurt like this, you didn't know.

So many people want to make you happy, who will be your side from the start to end, but somehow this feeling of loneliness won't leave your mind, your heart. You want only one of them on your side, even though you don't accept to be pregnant. But the only person you want on your side, wouldn't be your side.

You reach to your purse, take a napkin to adjust your face. The business won't work itself, as your boss always says. People need games to play. Most likely, rich people.

Elevator doors open with an irritating voice, too old to continue working you think. Before you take a step, you hear your name right beside you, causing you to startle. ''Did you made breakfast? If not, join me.'' the man in nothing but sweatpants and a simple shirt, greats you at the door with a big grin. He wishes you won't find a lame excuse to refuse him.

''Ohh, Damian... you scared me!'' hand placed above your chest, you seized the man. One of his hand in his pocket, mug on the other one. The suiting scent of the coffee fills your nostrils. ''Well, I don't have an appetite for breakfast,'' while you press your lips together, his grin widens on his face, almost covering it completely.

''Coffee then,'' he turns on his shoes, not letting you say anything before heading to the small kitchen in the office. You sigh, but feeling too tired to turn him down and to deal with his insists. ''Actually, I would like to have a tea instead,'' he turns, eyes widened with your sudden request. Both because you really did follow him, and choose tea over coffee. The brown-haired man knew you more than three years now, and he knew you well enough that you would always choose coffee over tea.

''That's also good,'' he doesn't want to waste his chance by asking you too much question, so he just smiles. He refreshes his coffee, while you take a sip from your tea. Smooth peach fills in your breath, warms your stomach, nose wrinkles with the warm feeling. ''Thank you,'' you hold your mug up, bowing your head slightly with a smile.

''Aish... I want to kick his head and his ass. Why he has to be a jerk like this!'' right before the man who stands on the kitchen talks again, his mouth shuts as the voice of long heels, and whinings fill the room. You great the woman with long black hair with your head, while she takes her place on the other side of the table. ''Who thinks he is? I know he is the head of the creative department, but ughhh-- he just annoys me,'' you press your laugh, while the girl covers her face with her freshly manicured hands.

You exchange looks with Damian, he doesn't hide his smile while playing the hair on his neck. ''Don't you think he is annoying? Y/N?'' hand on your wrist disconnects your stare, and you turn to see round pair of eyes, burning with rage. You found this oddly amusing and also too familiar.

''Stop pushing Y/N to talk bad about her friend Nara,'' Damian finishes his drink after scolding Nara with an irony. You let your smile out, feeling better after burying your anger and fears to the back of your mind. In fact, you were too busy to think about your low life at this office. ''Fun fact, he is also my boss,'' you narrow your eyes, pointing your forefinger at his face, ''not just yours,''

He looks at your finger, then behind you and Nara before speaking. ''Speak of the devil,'' he jokes, waving his hand. You both turn your backs to meet the man you gossip about, Nara lets out a loud groan, hands covering her face once again.

''I didn't know that I was paying you to chat all day,'' the man in a cream suit leans on the kitchen bench, raising his brow. ''Well, you don't pay us exactly,'' you raise your brow, imitating him but fail to hide your mischief on your tone.

''If so, don't come at me asking for a raise,'' Nara rolls her eyes after hearing his annoying voice. She really finds his voice annoying. Irritating, and mostly his voice always drives her crazy.

''Joon, you wouldn't do that. Not to your best worker,'' you pout, but both Damian and Nara protest what you said. They find your high confidence ridiculous and presents their objections. But the head of the creative department can't handle the mess and raise his voice to gather the attention on him. ''Okay, okay, okay. There is no raise near soon, so save this fight for another meeting, alright?''

He holds his hand up, regretting to open the topic of the raise. Both you and Damian let a light chuckle, while Nara rolling her eyes at him. Namjoon sends a cringy wink to her before leaving the kitchen, causing Nara to make vomiting sounds.

Bitter liquid finds its way up to your throat, so you choose to run from there, following Namjoon. Avoiding the numbness on your throat for not to humiliate yourself on the work by vomiting and then explaining why you were vomiting all around the floor. Aish... you would never want to experience that.

''Don't you have an appointment with--'' between in your overthinking, you cut his words with a loud whine. You close the door behind you and face him. The so-called boss looks at you with round eyes, mouth parted slightly due to your sudden reproach. ''Did I say something wrong?''

''No... of course not Joonie,'' you give a little break, scratching your neck in embarrassment. Not that he said something wrong, but more likely what he was going to say would only cause more gossiping and a big fuss that you couldn't handle in this exact moment. You take a seat in front of his desk, rubbing your palms on your thighs. ''I just... don't-- not ready for everyone to hear, you know?''

Namjoon's heart aches for a second, seeing you ill at ease and weary makes him upset. He wasn't that oblivious to not recognize how tired you look with the dark bags under your eyes, cursory makeup you do to look more lively, hiding how you feel actually. He just wants to take you from this nightmare you live, but he is too powerless to do so.

''Sorry Y/N... I'll try to be more careful,'' you smile at him, waving your hand like it's not a big deal, but he knows. ''But, you do have an appointment, right?''

''Yes, I have,'' you pause to take a sip from a bottle of water he has on his desk. Out of the blue, you feel dehydrated. ''That's why I barge in here. I need to leave a little bit early today... You know what for,'' Namjoon sized you up with a fond smile on his lips, and you knew that he was up to something, probably going to say something to boil your blood.

''You came here to ask permission, as I'm your boss, huh?'' opposing to his cocky, annoying expression, you could feel your jaw clenching while eyes twitching. Everyone thought having a friend who is your boss would have benefit for you but in reality, it was annoying. He continuously bragging about this, even after your shifts, while having a joyful meal. ''Joon, I swear that I will sue you for sexual harassment,'' you glare at him, but he lets a scoff.

''As they would believe you,'' his finger goes between you and himself, forehead creased. ''I'm sorry but obviously, you are not my type,'' you literally growl after his statement, rubbing your face with your palms. What a frustrating human being...

''I'm leaving,'' you get up between his laughs and attempts to make you stay longer, but you shut the door behind. While sighing and heading to your desk, you feel sorry for Nara. That woman tries not to kill him and tries not to lose her mind because of all his bullshits. You send all of your blessings to her. For hers and Namjoon's sakes.

''Tell Jimin that if he won't hand me the research I assigned him until the end of this week, I swear the god I'll fire his pre-nurse ass--'' when you enter the room after knocking, two pair of rounded eyes lands on you. You eye them with wide eyes, not expecting to hear these words from your Doctor. ''I'm sorry... I knocked on the door but--''

''Y/N! I was waiting for you-- come in,'' despite his red face and visible veins on his neck, his tone comes out sweet like the first appointment you had with him. You give a faint smile in return with a little head bow, closing the door behind you. ''I just need a minute, okay?'' you nod.

Standing under the white light, eyes focused on your shoes. You should have stopped chewing your lips when you feel nervous, but you never manage it. You liked Doctor Kim, but being in this room will always make you nervous and tense. Being here made your nerves go crazy, pain on the chest and the reality of your situation would always hit you hard in here. Realizing the truth, the truth of being in an unwanted pregnancy haunts you every time you find yourself in here. It's only the second appointment you had, and you shouldn't feel this worn out by this, but you know that every time, every appointment will feel like this. Stressed, vulnerable, and trapped.

You were too caught up with your own thoughts that you could only hear someone was calling your name after a couple of minutes. ''--Pardon me for keeping you wait, but I had to deal with these papers. So, how are we feeling?'' Doctor Kim's familiar gentle smile stands on his lips while addressing you, hands clenched each other on his desk. You open your mouth to say something. Mostly lying about how good you were, how everything was so great, but the pair of eyes catch your attention.

Wide eyes staring you in shock and curiosity, lips turn into a pout, slightly parted. Soft brown hair stands on his head, matches with his brown orbs. Very familiar glows he got in his eyes, you think. Very familia--

''Oh let me introduce you to Hoseok,'' Doctor gets up, holding his hand up, pointing the man who confuses your mind. ''This is our greatest nurse, Jung Hoseok--''

''We should stop meeting like this,'' the nurse holds his hand up, waiting for you to do the same, but he surprised you with his absurdity. You would remember if you met a man like him. Men who smile like the sweetest peach. The smile that warms your stomach for no reason and the uncertainty made you uncomfortable. The same irritations you feel when you met with the clingy stranger. The day you learn--oh no... ''You always look the same. With the same dead eyes, I guess,''

''How--why? You?'' you feel the heat crawling on your neck, bottom lip shaking with the need to say something, but you only be able to sigh.

You did watch a lot of movies. Both stupid and semi-stupid. Coincidences, serendipities, and all the unexpected meetings you didn't believe. You watched it all, and you gain mature enough not to fall for those stupid movies. Not letting yourself keeping your hopes high, but if you would do it if you keep your hopes high, you wouldn't want to waste those cute coincidences with these two strangers. But as your eyes go between Doctor Kim and the nurse named Hoseok, you could tell that you waste all of your luck.

Not that you believe though.

Hoseok feels his heart race quicken, even though he tries to hold himself being obvious, he can't control the shake on his hand. To his luck, you are too caught up with your thoughts to realize it. You were too caught up with the thought of turning your back and run to take fresh air, but that would be so extra. Even for you, so you just stay there.

When you finally hold his hand to shake it, he gives a relieved sigh. And you don't know why his hand feels so soft and warm. Hoseok's let out a little 'oh' sounds when you take your hand from his grip, pout stands on his lip with the wide eyes because of your sudden move. But you didn't want him to take his hand from your grip, so that's mean you should take it. There is no way that you will stand in there, holding hands with an odd stranger. No way.

''Did you drink the amount of water I ask, Y/N?'' thanks to your doctor, the most awkward moment you had with the complete stranger eases in time. You nod before he explains why he asked for you to drink water. Things that he explained before, but you were too distracted with pitying yourself and having zero clues about this. ''--we need this in case of any abnormalities on the placenta, checking the cervix for any kind of change...'' you just lost in his words, the unknown words you can't understand babbling in your ears, but your blood run colds when you heard the only familiar word. ''--and the best part, you could hear the heartbeat of the baby. You'd want this, don't you?'' contrary to his smile, you stare him blank.

You stand there bewildered. Heart pumping the blood faster, cold enough to freeze your fingertips, and the weight on your chest send tears to your eyes. You did not come here for this. You did not.

Hoseok's eyes wander between you and his friend. He feels anxious about the way you look. The way you bug-eyed looking Jin, chest moving up and down the way he never sees before, and he thinks it's going to explode. The tight and wobbly voice that comes from you even worries him more. ''I--I didn't... Do--do I have to do... that?''

You don't know how desperate or pathetic you sound, you didn't care. The only thing you know is that you weren't ready for this. Don't want to do this. The doctor sees the tears, but stays and sounds calm. ''Of course, you don't have to. But I believe it would be better to listen, both for you and the baby.'' his modulated voice ease your heart just a little bit, but you can't understand how this affects you better? Or the baby. ''You can think about this while changing your clothes, okay?''

You nod. Too worn out to speak, to find your voice.

While you drowning in the thoughts of whether you should do it or not, having a mini-crisis inside of your mind, with the knock at the door you flinch. A frown takes its place on your face, and you open the door after adjusting the gown you just wear. Brooding chocolates immediately find yours, size you up with the same pout on his lips.

Unintentionally, you look down before closing the door partly. Being partly naked in front of him made you uncomfortable, even though he is a nurse. ''Hey,'' he waves his hand in small, tries to smile but it fades because of your deadpan look. You are not in the mood for unwanted conversations. ''I just wanted to... wanted to check on you and ask if you want me to--'' his voice goes so quiet that you couldn't hear what he says in the end. Seeing how he blushes, you understand that he says something you would refuse.

''You wanted to ask?'' you extend your head, raise a brow to make him repeat.

''--stay with you,''

''What?''

''Would you want me to stay with you while listening to the heartbeats of your baby?'' he said in a small panicky voice, eyes searching your face to get ready to hear your reply.

You stay dumbfounded. It is something stupid, even sounds stupid. You would refuse this. Refuse this immediately. Without thinking about it. Before your heart warms and the hammering on your chest eases. But you open your lips to ask the question you shouldn't ask. ''Is it okay for you to do it?''

''Well, I'm a nurse... and if you want this?'' Hoseok wasn't expecting this. He wasn't expecting you to agree on this, wasn't expecting to see the way your eyes glow. The very professional nurse wasn't expecting his heart to melt with the way your eyes blink before replying to him. But it does.

''Then, I want you to stay. With me,''

You had no idea why you agree with him on this. You had no idea how to feel when you open your legs to Doctor Kim, right before you hear the heartbeats. ''You will feel a little pressure, just stay relax,'' the soothing tone of your doctor returns, and just like he said, you feel the uncomfortable pressure inside. When you clench nailing your palms, squeezing your eyes shut, a hand wraps around yours.

Normally you would flinch with the sudden touch, or feel uneasy. But the way he holds your hand soothes you, the way his light squeezes on your hand makes everything a little bit better. These were unusual things to feel, probably hormones made you feel like this, but you feel grateful to him for staying on your side.

The way you think 'not him again' when you saw him again, now left its place to gratitude for you.

''Okay, I think we are ready to hear the heartbeats, huh?'' when your eyes met with Doctor Kim's, you forget how to breathe. Breath stuck on your lungs, your stare stuck on his, and you stuck on the white stretcher. You feel overwhelmed after hearing the intense mechanical beats. You didn't know what to do, how to act after hearing the heartbeats. Agony crept towards your chest, the ache is physical to feel when you covered your chest with your palm. You feel doomed. Vulnerable. Broken.

Trying to swallow the bitter taste on your lips only made it worse, tears shimmered in your eyes. This was all real. You were pregnant, dumped, and all alone. Everything was happening and you weren't dreaming at all. You never wanted to cry out loud this much, to scream until your throat goes sore and maybe you would faint due to the tiredness. Maybe you would shut your eyes, and never open them again. You wanted to get rid of this ache.

''It's okay. It's going to be okay,'' Hoseok couldn't help himself from patting your arm, trying to ease your mind. Seeing the tears on your face, the way you squeeze his hand when the beats filled in the room, devastated him. Yes, he only saw you three times, but you never looked this bad. This injured.

''Y/N, are you okay? Can you talk?'' even though you want to reply to him with words, it looked impossible to make a sound. You nod, trying to tell your doctor that you were okay, despite its a lie. ''Would you want to stay alone for a moment?''

You didn't know if you nod again, or made a 'hmph', but both of them left the room and leave you alone with your gloomy thoughts. Not that you know what to think, how to feel, or how to act. Why can't someone decides this for you? Why it has to be you? You didn't ask for this. You never wanted this. This... baby. You never felt this alone in your life. Down in the dumps.

Trying to move was hard, due to the heaviness of your body, your mind. Numbness takes over both your mind and your body, as you try to change your clothes. Lifeless movement only occurs as a handicap on your way to the door, plus, you weren't ready to see anyone. But to your dismay, there was only Doctor Kim, sitting on his desk and writing. Probably for you.

''Ah. Are you feeling better?'' he wondered, lifting his head from his computer. Eyes of him examining your actions, your face to catch your true feelings while you gave him a faint smile. You answer him before wiping your forehead. All the stress made you sweaty. ''Oh, I'm. I'm okay, thank you,''

He smiles, points his front, invites you to sit. And you do as he says, taking your place while wondering where Hoseok went from the back of your mind. It was the best not to see him after your little breakdown, but still, it didn't stop you from wondering. ''There is nothing wrong. Baby and you look good, there is nothing to worry about,'' he gave a half-smile before continuing, ''but... Let me ask this Y/N, even though it sounds like I'm crossing the line. Would you think about seeing a psychologist? It's okay to have breakdowns and having troubles as a pregnant woman, and it's not something to abstain about.''

''I'm not trying to make you feel uncomfortable, but as your doctor, I'm offering you this. This is our second appointment and you had troubles within both of them. It can be helpful for you, and the baby.''

Keeping eye contact was something hard for you to adjust, so you just stare at your fingers, play with them. Although you know he was right and trying to be helpful, you offended. You can't help but feel disparaged. Feel stupid. Being this obvious about your situation was your fault, crying and looking like a wreck. ''I'll think about... it,'' you sniffled, wiping your nose before meeting with his gaze.

''That's great. You don't have to do it, but if you do, that would be great for you Y/N,'' he said with a quiet empathy, smiling fondly to reassure you. And it wasn't all act. The blonde doctor sincerely wanted to be sure of your health. Both physically and mentally.

Then, he gave you a paper filled with what you should do incase of fatigues and constipation, side with the essential tests you should do, and the multivitamins you should take. And you left his room after saying a pale goodbye. Probably he was pitying you, but you can't do anything about that, don't you? Well, there is always a choice where you don't cry like a baby every time you came here, but that already wiped from the list, you sighed.

Exhaustion fills your muscles, your bones after finishing all the tests and check-ups. They were advising you not to go hard on yourself, even though they wear you out with all of these works. Not to be dramatic but you were the last one in this hospital, without counting the doctors and all. With droopy movements of your feet, you head to the exit, imagining your comfy bed, and the midnight snacks you will burry your face. Ahh, you could feel your heart getting warm with the thought of your bed.

One-step, and you are out, leaving this place, and the heartbeats of the baby behind. Before terrifying misery stuck to your chest, you flinch by the touch on your shoulder. ''Oh, shit! It--It's me,'' you watch the man in dark clothes holding his head, grumbling with a pout on his lips.

''Ah.. I'm sorry, but why are sneaking me from behind?'' you try to lean on him to give a good look on his head, but he steps back.

''Did you have to hit me?'' he sighs, rubbing his head while still pouting. ''Gee... you got heavy hands, don't you?'' you try your best not to laugh at the sight, but he was forcing your limits while whining like a crybaby, all pouty and still rubbing his head. ''I'm--... sorry,''

''Aish... and you laughing?'' you pressed your lips together to hold your laughter behind, but you failed after seeing his smile. ''I'm smiling because of my rage, don't dare to think that I forgive you,''

''C'mon, I didn't hit you that hard,'' his eyes went round, scanning you from head to toe, hand on his chest in disbelief. ''and now you making a big deal of it.''

He lets out a gasp as he caught off guard. ''I could have brain damage,'' he mocked, taking his hand from his chest.

You both stare at each other, without saying another word. You didn't know what to say, and he didn't know how to ask the question he wanted to. Hoseok glanced up to the ceiling, swallowing his words with loud gulps while you chewing your lip, and staring your shoes. In three minutes of silence, you couldn't understand the heat that was placed on your cheeks, as well as the quivering in your chest. It just made you uncomfortable, and you start to move on your feet.

''I think I should--''

''Can I ride you home--''

Both of you choke in your words, staring at each other with wide eyes, and two pairs of red cheeks. You should say no, and head to your car and never look back, as this better for you. But part of you just want to accept his offer, and let him drive you home. ''I came here with my car,'' you told, but wishing him to find a decent excuse to drive you home.

''Oh. It's okay then. We will see each other again,'' he cocks his head to the side, ''right?'' Hoseok didn't mind looking desperate if he doesn't look like some pervert, it was okay to look desperate. He wanted to talk to you, know you better, and maybe help you...? He didn't know what would you say, but couldn't help but want to spend more time with you.

''Yes. I mean, I'll come here often, so...'' you won't except but you disappointed when he agrees not to drive you that easily. Even though, this was the sensible thing to do. He waved his hand before turning his back and leave you alone, reminding you to take care while walking away.

You waved back, saying 'goodbye' while forcing a smile. When he disappears, you hit your head for acting like some dumbass. Why did you want him to take you home? Who was he to drive you? Were you always this idiot when it's come to a handsome man?

Handsome?

No. This was all hormones talking and thinking. It couldn't be you. You didn't find him handsome. Or cute. No.

Now you are going to your car, and drive it to your house. To your bed and snacks. The bed where you sleep alone, and eating your depression snacks. Yes, sounds like a good plan.

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Hi, I really loved your post with the monsters as Birds of Prey! Was wondering if you had any thoughts on the Foxes as Marvel or Mcu characters? I feel like I could see Dan as Carol Danvers and Andrew for sure is Jessica Jones, idk about the rest.

oh wow old post!!

haha unfortunately i’m not really a comics person so i don’t feel like i can really give the best analysis possible, but i have seen most of the mcu movies and bits and pieces of the netflix show so i’ll try my best. also im using dc characters too bc i want to

1. Dan: I think your instinct with Dan as Captain Marvel is spot-on (at least uhhh,, based on the movie lol sorry comics ppl). Her direct, forceful powers and fighting style are definitely reminiscent of dan’s no-nonsense leadership approach. similarly the themes of overcoming sexism and acceling in a male-dominated industry in the captain marvel movie is pretty much the same as dan’s story establishing herself as the first female exy captain (tho sports is way more valid than the military). plus there’s a lot of emphasis on love and friendship between women that dan is ALL about. also lashana lynch would be a god tier dan wilds fc. Dan could also def have that lawful good Okoye from Black Panther energy. Loyal, disciplined, no-nonsense leader. no powers except discipline. no hair. also danai gurira in 2012 with the dreads and the sword and the cape on TWD was definitely part of my middle school sexual awakening

2. Kevin: Aquaman. this is based pretty much exclusively on the fact that jason momoa is my #1 kevin fc and also that Pasifika kevin is phenomenal and mandatory, actually. otherwise i think he has a decent amount of stick-up-the-ass cyclops energy. or dick grayson nightwing energy but i don’t have any evidence for why. kinda looks like him tho

3. Andrew: andrew gets the most characters bc he’s my favorite. i think ur jessica jones instincts are absolutely correct, both in her storyline (i only watched the first season) and her powers. i’ve seen some powers au and the tendency seems to be giving andrew like,, psychic powers or the like, and i don’t really agree. andrew is a very direct character. he’s pragmatic, he confronts problems head on, and he doesn’t muck about in details. to me this really translates best into physical powers like super strength that help u big punch straight thru all ur problems. also i def think andrew would be not just a solo hero but a mercenary (or a detective) because he’s not altruistic enough to be a standard vigilante. he doesn’t care enough about other people to hang out on rooftops all night waiting for Crime to occur. there’s a price for that. which brings us to the NEXT andrew hero: deadpool. maybe in personality more of a drugged andrew but the superpowered mercenary is really a perfect fit for andrew. also, healing powers have a decidedly tragic poetry to them on andrew. already he’s self-destructive, if he had a healing factor his concern for his own well-being would be so beyond rock bottom it’d be in the earth’s core. even worse when you remember that with a healing factor, as opposed to indestructibility, you still feel all the pain. which brings us to Wolverine and X-23, who have the same thematic points as deadpool but are much more of a personality match and they have knife hands, which i really think andrew would appreciate. ending that sadness train and onto another tho, andrew’s aesthetic and Vibes fit the Winter Soldier just SO well (just that movie tho, not really civil war or anything past that) and a reinterpretation of the captain america story using the twinyards would be incredibly interesting. and finally, one last hero that would work really well for andrew: rogue, only remove the angst around not being able to touch people, andrew would love that. one touch and their comatose? baller. don't fucking touch him.

4. Matt: Shazam. I didn’t see the shazam movie but my dad and brother did and they said it was very funny and all the trailors looked like it had a lot of fun himbo energy and i really think that fits. in terms of matching himbo disaster energy i think i’ve heard good things about comics hawkeye (not mcu). thor?

5. Aaron: Mr. Fantastic. now this might be a stretch but aaron is a character who uses a skin-deep veneer of anger to cover the fact that he’s actually quite pliant and bends to other people’s wills. and he’s a doctor or w/e. he could alse be like,, antman. he’s smart right? hank pym not paul rudd. katelyn can be wasp

6. Seth: Arm Fall Off Boy. no i will not elaborate. ..... ugh fine, but i'm using my favorite piece of superhero media of all time: x-men evolution, the one where they're all teenagers in public high school. seth can be lance alvers/avalanche who’s a bit of a jerk and has a lot of issues with authority and has a rivalry with cyclops very reminiscent of seth with kevin, but still there’s the recurring theme that he’s lashing out because of low self-esteem and a bad situation and he’s a surprisingly sympathetic character who i’m very fond of. his power is earthquakes but i think the name makes that pretty self-explanatory

7. Allison: Iron Man. cocky, bitchy, and rich rich rich. sounds like allison to me. then to elevate it a level higher: emma frost, rich bitch extraordinaire. also if allison had telepathic powers she would be unstoppable. plus one more bitchy, morally-gray blonde (but chaotic this time): Harley Quinn

8. Nicky: Okay so I do wanna give a quick shout-out to Northstar, the first openly gay comicbook superhero, who’s a speedster which I’d actually say fits Nicky pretty well. However, if i had to choose a superhero to represent nicky in presence and powers it would have to be Jubilee from x-men (... from what i’ve heard lol. i’ve never actually consumed any of her Media hahaha anyway) she’s a joyful, energetic presence and her powers are setting off fireworks which i think is a good balance of nicky being a supportive cousin-parent AND a chaotic train wreck garbage trash man. also gonna throw in johnny storm for a cheap 'flaming' joke

9. Renee: Thunder/Blackbird from Black Lightning bc she’s a fufkin lesbian lol. (i don’t watch the show but i do follow nafessa williams’s tag). now the fr ones i’m gonna do together because to me they have the same Vibes so i chose them for the same reasons. Wonder Woman and Storm who to me have the same reserved, impartial, regal energy. honestly ethereal and somewhat otherwordly, and quite literally goddesses. also op as hell. black widow and her “red in my leger” looking for redemption story also fits thematically.

10. Neil: okay lazy answer first: the flash or quicksilver. get it? because they run fast? and neil run too? yea i like to think i've proven myself to be better than such a surface level interpretation but worth the mention ig. so for srs now, mystique and her shape changing powers would be an interesting interpretation of neil's identity issues, but i wanna push it a step further. nightcrawler would actually be possibly the MOST interesting hero to apply to neil 1. because powers still very movement go fast place to place 2. because of the thematic focus on neil's unusual looks and the lengths he goes to hide them, very much in line with the way nightcrawler will use a hologram-projector in order to look human, yet in both cases it's only a surface-level illusion, and 3. his parentage. here, mary would be mystique, which i also think works very well considering mary seemed to be the far more effective chameleon on the run than neil, and also fits with her place as a morally grey character, as mystique herself is often a villain or an antagonist, with her own agenda and shadowy motives. then nathan matches well with nightcrawler's father: azazel, a literal demon, and also where kurt gets his appearance. it's a shockingly coherent narrative between the three of them. then, to also give neil some powers that aren't contingent on his fucked up geneology and rather on his own merit and abilities, Black Canary and her sonic voice parallel the way that neil began to anchor his identity and take ownership over himself through his voice and his sick roasts

and 1 extra, wymack: batman, on account of his altruism, his dedication to second chances, and his many, many adopted children

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anon, ik it's been a sec since you sent this, so i hope it gets back to you. i had a fun time with it and it prompted like,,, 7 different au s that i'll never write

#Anonymous #txt #the foxes #im talkin #my posts

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tenok · 3 years

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20 questions

1. What do you prefer to be called namewise? most people call me Ten (not like number, in russian it doesen't mean anything) or Теныч (more agressive form of Ten lol). People from offline know me as Violet, and I grew fond of it being chopped as Vio.

2. When is your birthday? 4th July YES I KNOW

3. Where do you live? Russia, St Peresburg!

4. Three things you are doing right now? I'm writing for my job, writing for my RP and writing this lol. Also there's music playing.

5. Four fandoms that have peaked your interest? I'll always be a trekkie! Also I'm always down to discuss Dragon age. Supernatural is probably close to the top, and honorable mention goes to Major Grom as a current obsession.

6. How has the pandemic been treating you? I didn't have problems with pandemic per se, but I lost my ex-ex job right before it started and my ex job in the middle of it, so things are a little shake.

7. A song you can’t stop listening to right now? DEAD BLONDE — Бесприданница. I HAVE NOTHING BUT MY BOOTS MY COAT AND DADDYS GUN I'LL MADE MY MAKE UP WITH NEW EYELINER AND WILL BE THE PRETTIEST ONE ON THE GUNFIGHT I DON'T GO FOR THE WALK WITHOUT MY FAVORITE KNIFE DO YOU THINK YOU CAN INTIMIDATE ME?

8. Recommend a movie. Watch a Major Grom: Plague doctor, I'm begging you all.

9. How old are you? 27 and waiting to turn 30 and finally feel grown up lol

10. School, university, occupation, other? work *sigh*

11. Do you prefer heat or cold? heat is awful but I remember how -30 made me literally cry (and after that ice grew on my cheeks) on the way to school so heat it is.

12. Name one fact others may not know about you. I have four cats, their names are Abin, Shusha, Little Fucker and Itty-bitty.

13. Are you shy? not so shy, mostly anxious.

14. Preferred pronouns? he/his, but I don't mind occasional she and all gender neutral options in Russian suck (no shade to those who use them of couse)

15. Biggest pet peeves? I have a lot lol, right now I'm feeling petty about all monoamourus people who drags their mononormativity in fandom. Yesterday I saw great headcanon with my ot3 and read through it all only to understand that it was not actually ot3 it was sad and broken pining from the distance and I was like NOT ON MY WATCH. I mean yeah you ship as you want and I'll be there with by poly dinamics UWU

16. What is your favourite “dere” type? I was forced to use google for this and honestly I don't know, probably that one that cold only because they don't know how to act around people.

17. Rate your life from 1-10. ehh 6? could become 7-8 any moment if I find good enough job and stop worring about money

18. What’s your main blog? this is my only blog lol. I started use tumblr long ago and this was just the place to collect all shiny things I like. So there's no sistem no tags and at this point it's too late to change it

19. List your sideblogs and what they’re used for. May I ineterst you in my twitter instead? It's russian of cource, I post there about my offline stuff and all fandoms I'm obsessed at the moment. I also have a blog on dybr (which is diary 2.0, which was a russian lj), where I post rarely and mostly about things too complicated for twitter.

20. Is there something people need to know about you before becoming friends? I tend to drop all connections for weeks or months at the time, we can't be friends if you couldn't wait sorry

I was tagged by @untoldblisses, big thanks, it's nice to feel seen lol! I'm too lazy to tag someone right now tho but if we talked at least once know that I want you to do this and to tag me so I can read your answers, I'm nosy like this.

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daeguzen · 4 years

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rules: when you get this, it means someone wants to know more about you, so list 5 things about yourself you want your followers to know! they can be as simple as your age or as complex as your deepest fear, as long as it’s something you’re comfortable with sharing. when you’re done and if you want to, send this to 10 people you want to get to know better!

tagged by @pastelsicheng

I love you 💖💚 hehe

1. We're gonna start off with a banger. I drank about 30 shots of espresso in one sitting. I was in hs I didn't know coffee that well although I liked it. So at a coffeehouse event I accidentally drank 3 cups without knowing. It was like being Jaemin hyper but x100000. I didnt sleep for a few days straight. 🤣🤡 don't ever do that though if you're weak to caffeine. More espresso does not equal less depresso. 😔🤡

2. I like to dress very masculine so I go to the men's section often for clothes. I do own some feminine clothes but overall I'm more of a pants and tshirt person. That's why I like looking at male idol fashion. It suits my taste. Like Jeno has good outfits. I appreciate such style. 😁

3. I can drive. Tiny me drives tiny toy car. Lol my car really looks like a toy car tho. Toyota Yaris 🤣 vroom vroom. When I drive I'm like a hybrid. Partially teen partially grandma. So I'll respect the law and don't drive recklessly like those at my college 👀 but sometimes a zoom zoom a bit too much on the highway. But it's oki I havent been stopped by police for a whole year of having my permit. 😁

4. I'm studying to be a graphic designer. People say be a lawyer or doctor and although that's snazzy and all I wouldn't like my life. At least that's what I think. I thought of working and testing the waters after 2 years but I'm thinking of going straight to the four years after graduation next year. The higher the degree the higher the salary the higher the debt. HAHAHA 😔🤡🤡

5. Uuh . . . I like to dance. I'm not great or have studied. Honestly I have baby tummy that I wanna drop so I can do more with my body. Wanna be cool like Jeno and do flips. I'd probably accidentally take a swan dive out of my window tho . . . 🤔🤡 but I'm also lazy so :/ I need to work on that lol.

It's been 5 questions with Dae and I rewrote all of this as much as I could remember. TimblR decided to be a big fat meanie and mess up my flow. Fight my Limblr i dare you.

#im tired #my foot fell asleep while i redid this #to properly describe me as a person #im all the dreamies in one #jkjk #or am i #deadly combo #AHH #when i first did this you before lumblr decided to be a jerk #...#i forgot what i was gonna type #oh i was like who am i #stares into a mirror #gonna copy everything just in case

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yawnjunie · 4 years

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extra long tag game (seriously, it’s very long)

tagged by: @soobindipity (ty eri!)

tagging: @acethetiques, @bloomingjun, @txtdream, @bulgo-gyu...(i’m honestly so lazy so if you want to do this, go ahead! feel free to ignore if you were tagged)

ONE

tell me the first song that made you stan your current fave group and why did your faves attract you so much?

side effects! (oops this is a txt blog) but i’m pretty sure this is what made me want to stan skz! the song is very experimental, as it’s psychedelic edm (i believe), but i liked it a lot after a few listens. i was totally obsessed with the choreography as well, because the whole thing is just...art. they attracted me because their style of music was different than what i had seen before, and on top of being extremely talented and creative people, they were also super funny and caring.

another group that comes really close to being my favs is day6 (and i cannot even begin to describe my infatuation with this group). i listened to “shoot me” and “sweet chaos” and BAM that’s all it took to drag me into stanning this group. i’m not familiar with the inside jokes and all that, but i just love listening to their music! there is not a single bad song in their entire discography! i also have the largest heart eyes for young k’s “young one” project covers and eaJ’s original songs.

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TWO

rule: answer the ten questions and write your own!

what’s your unrealistic goal for life?

going to an ivy league or just any amazing school in general (lol is this really gonna happen tho 🤪)

if you had known that we would be in a global pandemic, what’s one thing that you would’ve done before things shut down (if they have for you)?

gone out with my friends, probably (going for a boba run, going to the mall, etc.)

what’s an unconventional thing that you carry around with you when you go out?

a tiny book called “be active” by charles m. schulz, filled with motivation quotes. i also bring around a book, in case i get bored.

favourite type of plushies and why?

the extra fluffy kind that i can hug or use as a pillow, but i like the bear plushies a lot too (from daiso/miniso).

favourite song right now?

darn i don’t have one 😳 but i like listening to “ribs” by lorde

something that you’ve always wanted to learn?

how to make macarons, how to make/compose music, the korean language

tell a funny story about yourself (or just something that you’ve witnessed)

i can’t think of something off the top of my head :( (i promise my life isn’t that boring but my brain isn’t conjuring up anything helpful)

headphones or speakers? why?

headphones when i want to listen to music by myself/with a friend, speakers when i want to share music openly

craving any food right now? what are you craving?

banh mi and 🍅 (even though i just had a bowl of them...sorry beomgyu)

+ also this coconut that i’m trying to open? but it’s not cooperating with me 😔

which music streaming platform do you prefer? why?

spotify, it’s unproblematic for the most part

ten questions (by eri, answered)

1. what’s the best trip/vacation you’ve ever had?

when i went on a tour of china (i went to a bunch of places, from the city to the mountains). it was fun exploring places i’ve never been to!

2. do you have any random fears/phobias? if yes, what are they?

spiders and bugs :(

3. weirdest food you’ve ever eaten?

either mangostine (i hated it, sorry soobin) or frog legs

4. do you have any hidden talents? what can you do?

uhhhhhhhhhhh i can memorize things quickly? i mean i don’t think it’s that big of a talent but i can remember trivial history facts really well

5. what is an activity you’d like to try out someday?

swimming underneath a waterfall or just living in the wilderness

6. when did you get your first phone and what type of phone was it?

a very long time ago when i was in 2nd grade, when i first got an ancient flip-phone...i pretty much never touched it because i never really needed to use it

7. what is a movie you never get tired of watching?

kimi no nawa! i’ve watched that movie 3 times already and it’s a great movie so i wouldn’t mind watching it again :)

8. biggest pet peeve?

dirt encrusted fingernails >:(

9. earliest childhood memory?

i’m not sure :( my memory is just a jumble of things from my childhood

10. as a child, what did you want to be? what about now?

i wanted to be anything and everything...one day i would be like “i’m going to be a doctor” and the next i would be like “nvm i want to be a magician” and as for now, i’m actually not sure because i’m interesting in many fields, including areas in both sciences and humanities.

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rule: bold the statements that apply to you, italicize your aspirations, then tag nine people.

AIR ༉⋆͙̈

i have small hands / i love the night sky / i watch animals and birds when i pass them by / i drink herbal tea / i wake to see the dawn / the smell of dust is comforting / i’m valued for being wise / i prefer books to music / i meditate / i find joy in learning new truths from the world around me

FIRE ༉⋆͙̈

i don’t have straight hair / i like to wear ripped jeans and overalls / i play an organized sport / i love dogs / i am not afraid of adventure / i love to talk to strangers / i always try new foods / i enjoy road trips / summer is my favorite season / my radio is always playing

WATER ༉⋆͙̈

i wear bracelets on my wrists / i love the bustle of the city / i have more than one set of piercings / i read poetry / i love the sound of a thunderstorm / i want to travel the world / i sleep past midday most days / i love simply lit dinners and fluorescent signs / i rewatch kids shows out of nostalgia / i see emotions in colors not words

EARTH ༉⋆͙̈

i wear glasses or contacts / i enjoy doing the laundry / i am a vegetarian or vegan / i have an excellent sense of time / my humor is very cheerful / i am a valued advisor to my friends / i believe in true love / i love this chill of mountain air / i’m always listening to music / i am highly trusted by the people in my life

AETHER ༉⋆͙̈

i go without makeup in my daily life / i make my own artwork / i keep on track of my tasks and time / i always know true north / i see beauty in everything / i can always smell flowers / i smile at everyone i pass by / i always fear history repeating itself / i have recovered from a mental disorder / i can love unconditionally

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PERSONAL

name: blu

nickname: blu

birthday: sometime when the flowers bloom

zodiac: aries

nationality: american

languages: english, chinese, spanish, (a bit of) japanese

gender: female

sexuality: straight

height: [redacted]

BLOG STUFF

inspiration for muse: txt and other groups i stan! i also like to take inspiration from my life experiences, books i’ve read, songs, movies. shows, and so on.

meaning behind my url: there weren’t any canon urls for yeonjun so my brain somehow went hmm? yawnjunie? sounds good (i’ve been asked this before and honestly there isn’t much logic behind my url lol)

blog established: June 5th, 2020

followers: 153 (it’s a small-ish community but thank you all for the support!)

FAVORITES

favourite animals: dogs, cats, wolves, foxes (i just love animals in general)

favourite books: asoue, the miraculous journey of edward tulane, the joy luck club, the giver series (there are more but i can’t think of them)

favourite colour: blue (i love all the colors)

favourite fictional characters: alyssa and james (teotfw), the baudelaires (asoue), and other people i can’t think of atm

favourite flower: i don’t think i have a specific favorite flower, but i like orchids!

favourite scent: the scent of pu’er tea (or the scent of dried flowers)

favourite season: i don’t have one, but i’m leaning towards autumn

RANDOM

average hours of sleep: 6-9

cats or dogs: dogs (i’m serious)

coffee, tea or hot chocolate: tea all the way

current time: 01:05

dream trip: south america, europe, japan

dream job: tbd :’) (but i want to be in a profession in which i’m helping people)

hobbies: eating, playing piano, being a tubbs™

hogwarts house: ravenclaw (i think)

last movie watched: can’t remember, but it was probably a film about a mermaid who tried to find true love on land but ended up dying

last song listened to: i’m in love with you by kina

no. of blankets you sleep with: 1-2

random fact(s): i love mint chocolate ice cream, i like my milk tea with a bunch of toppings (pudding, aloe vera, boba pearls, etc.)

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FIVE

10 things I can’t stop listening to

if i could ride a bike - chevy

pinocchio - eaJ

fly me to the moon - young k

holo - lee hi

lmm - hwasa

man in a movie - day6

laughing on the outside - bernadette carroll

remember (from natsume’s book of friends) - uru

sparkle - radwimps

i loved you - day6

#the comprehensive profile of blu #this is more info about me than is on my actual about page whoops #about #tag game

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zer0comma · 4 years

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nancy @wannabegothgurl

tagged me to do this!! thank u ily muah

nickname: i have so many nicknames bc my name is weird and everyone makes a weird name out of it, but the one i like the most is ommessisi. my grandpa calls me that and it means lady bug in tunisian 🐞

real name: chaden (it is NOT pronounced like jaden)

zodiac: virgo

fav musicians: the strokes, blur, gorillaz, the doors, nirvana, mgmt, amy winehouse, garbage, the voidz, ahj, bjork

sports: currently none

other blogs: i made this one for my friend's cat @eliospecialpaws but he ran away :( i'm seriously thinking about making a different blur/gorillaz blog but i'm too lazy to do that

do i get asks: sometimes. send asks guys!!

blogs i follow: i follow over 700 blogs lmao so i can't really name some (most of them are inactive tho)

tumblr crush: all my muties are beautiful

lucky number: don’t have one but maybe 6

what am i wearing: pjs

dream vacation: anywhere near the sea is great for me. also i really really want to go back to italy

dream car: either a tiny car or an rv

fav food: dark chocolate and a lot of other traditional tunisians dishes

drink of choice: orange juice and tea

instrument: i tried to learn how to play the guitar but i stopped :/

languages: english, french, arabic and currently learning spanish (also im counting tunisian as a different language bc it's different from arabic lol)

celebrity crush: most of the artists im into. also im really attracted to gordon ramsay lmao (i guess i have a thing for angry british men who would yell at me)

random fact: i broke my braces and i swallowed this small metal hook and literally nothing happened to me. when i told my doctor she was actually shocked because that hook could have caused some internal bleeding but i'm still alive.

i'm tagging @cyberbonk2077 @givemeastroke @what-is-beetlebum-about @ohtheboysathot2 @crxpeek @seek-the-night @bintafriqiya @maddyisneckdeep and anyone who wants to do this, do it and say i tagged you

#thank you for tagging me!!

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szopenhauer · 3 years

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how often do you do laundry? we often do but there are 3 of us

would you grow your own garden? too lazy and not patient enough for that, I’m not into flowers and vegetables/fruits barely grow compared to the effort so nah

do you know anyone who snores? my mother

do you know what a wombat is? yep

would you make a good movie critic? possibly

would you have liked to have lived during the Victorian times? hahaha

would you own a Siamese cat? I don’t think so

what’s the farthest you’ve walked? pilgrimage

were you ever told as a child if you eat carrots you’ll have pretty eyes? never

what time do you usually wake up? 10 am

what do you think about religion? which one?

what made you feel most accomplished in your life so far? I don’t feel accomplished

do you ever feel like people hold things you do or say against you? mom and sister

what can’t you afford but wish you could? an apartment

what is one word that sums up this year so far? rollerclaster XD

ever felt like you were putting your life in danger? life is a constant danger but sometimes it’s more risky indeed

would you ever spend a weekend in the mountains in a log cabin? if I ever was in the mountains then definitely wouldn’t leave my cabin lmfao

have you ever taken martial arts? would you? it was more self-defence class but sure

do you care about calories? meh

do you know someone with a really annoying laugh? used to

do you have any great great grandparents still living? I do not

do weird numbers call your phone? commercials/ads/telemarketers or however they’re called - I don’t pick up

do you tend to care about other people’s feelings more than your own? it happens at times

what type of lifestyle do you want to obtain? if you haven’t obtained it? calm, peaceful

what was something that use to frighten you as a child? from those that I am not scared about anymore? dentists

have you ever been on a train? many times

who’s been in your life the longest? did you expect this person to still be around? my family so would say so

how do you feel about anatomy? kinda gross, Lisa says it’s quite fascinating tho, I remember I really liked the show Było sobie życie - maybe her split came from that as I wasn’t grossed with blood/skeletons and such for a long time in my life, just puke, I am even kinda interested in being a private detective (Nat) and taxidermy, I take pics of dead animals like roadkills too (wonder why), tonight I dreamed about studying criminology

Insert interesting fact here: I also dreamed about turning into animals again and moving with M. (packing stuff) but felt like I’m sleeping with her in the same bed so when my mom woke me up I was scared she will notice her and that I look gross because I had my mouth open (probably GERD blocked my nose for an entire night)

How many years until you’re 40? I won’t live that long...

Does it bother you, if a fly comes in? might

Is there such a thing as a stupid question? maybe

What time is too early for you? depends tbh

What’s the most useless thing you have vast knowledge on? just interesting facts in general that I found around the internet or heard/read somewhere else

What’s something you dread doing and push back for as long as possible? spending my father’s money, going to the doctor, finding job even tho I try but still am unable to get any I kinda push back dying... from not dreading stuff I’m just a huge procrastinator so writing my books/stories mostly, drawing, making collages, organising and cleaning pics/room etc.

What’s something you get excited about doing and want to do it right away? it’s complicated

Is there anything you feel you’re better at than anybody else? being myself ;)

Which one do you care about more, the price tag or the label? price tag, I don’t care about label at all

Are any of your friends sore winners, when it comes to games? M. is a good gamer, my mom is best at scrabbles but she’s so slow it annoys the fuck outta me! I will win in criss cross and armwrestling (srsly)

Does your kitchen have a dish drying cupboard? Or do you just use a towel? both

What’s the biggest insect you’ve ever seen? mantis?

How about the biggest spider? that one I saw twice on my street and then nearby

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nikoalaa · 4 years

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usually this is something i’d post on a side blog with no tags or followers (just to get out of my head), but i think this time i want the possibility of someone helping. idk how long this will be but i’ll put it under a read more when i’m on my computer.

i’ve been struggling more lately. idk if it’s just the pandemic and quarantine and everything getting to me, but this has all been happening before too, just maybe not as often. i’m more anxious, i’m more depressed, i want to shut myself away from friends and not leave my house much unless it’s a quick trip somewhere by myself. i’m so tired all the time. i’m just so, so exhausted. and since i’m home a lot with nothing to do, i’ll sleep. my schedule is so messed up. i sleep basically 5am-2pm and then sometimes still take a nap. like today i slept 5 or 6 am- 2, woke up and had something small to eat, sat at my computer and then slept again 6:30pm-9pm. i jokingly call this my “unemployed schedule” with my parents, but i think they just think i’m lazy.

and speaking of them, i think a lot of my problems i have with myself would be nonexistent if i just had good parents. my crooked teeth wouldn’t be an issue if my dad didn’t hate doctors and was scared of the dentist, therefore never making appointments for me or my brother, resulting in us both not having good teeth. my weight and unhealthy relationship to food wouldn’t be an issue if my mom would have just made me eat a god damn vegetable when i was a kid instead of just giving me chicken nuggets so i would stop whining. and when i was chubbier then other kids, instead of herself trying to fix my diet by actually cooking healthy food and making me eat it, she made me see a doctor and go to group sessions of other kids in similar situations (that i was very uncomfortable going to, to the point of me crying, but she forced me to go anyway). which none of that helped anyway, it just made me self conscious about eating so i now hate food and when i do eat in public, i feel gross and that people are staring at me. and now my body has tricked itself that if i’m out in public, i can only eat very little or else i get sick and throw up. and my mental illness could be in check if my parents just put in any effort. they’ve been aware of my depression since i was in 3rd grade (which my mom would phrase as “you don’t seem as happy anymore”) and i recall having anxiety since kindergarten. i get that we didn’t have a lot of money when i was growing up, so maybe they just made me see the guidance counselor every friday for two school years. which is fine, that’s what they could do and it was at least something idk. but after that it’s like they stopped caring. i went on to public school after that and i hated it. i constantly would go to the nurses office in 5th grade and pretend being sick so my mom could pick me up or some how get me home. that should have been a red flag. or whenever my dad asked me how my day was and i never said “good”, another red flag. i was so depressed for the rest of my time in public school, and they didn’t do anything. sure i would join clubs or play sports to try to make myself happy and have fun, but it wasn’t ever enough. high school was even worse. i was angry all the time. just that angry emo kid sat in the back of the class. and eventually i lost almost all my friends. i started cutting, but i kept it hidden until i got changed after gym class one day. someone i was kinda friends with spotted the cuts on my upper arm. they gave me a knowing look and asked what happened. i said my dog scratched me. but it was way too many cuts and too dark to be dog scratches. but they didn’t ask again and i was grateful because i didn’t want help at the time. rest of school went on, the cutting stopped (or at least stopped being as frequent. relapses now and again), had panic attacks before and during school (that i always seemed like a burden for having when my mom had to deal with it), then i had a manipulative friend/ex gf i’m not even going to get into rn. long section short, my parents knew i was struggling. they would mention it off handedly. “you didn’t seem as happy” “we saw their was something going on” stuff like that. but they did nothing to help me. never asked questions, never talked to me, never asked if i needed help or someone else to talk to.

after highschool the panic attacks weren’t as frequent, but the depression was there. and they knew it. because even now and then i would bring it up, especially when i was having a breakdown. i would tell them i need help, i need a therapist and i need medication. she said (because it was always my mom i would go to) that she would see what she could do. then nothing happened. another time, full break down, and i fully told her i am suffering and i need help. she made me feel like such a burden and an inconvenience. she said she had no idea how to get me a therapist. no idea where to start. so i told her, mainly yelled, to ask this one lady we know (someone who had actually done more for my mental health than my own mother) for advice because i know her two kids go to therapy and stuff. she said she would try but she never did. few weeks ago, i have the biggest panic attack i’ve had in a while. full hyperventilating, almost going to throw up, all because there was a bug in my room trapped under a bowl. that is not healthy. i’m sobbing and gasping for air as my dad is trying to get the fast bug off the floor but not lose it, and once it’s gone i’m in bed sobbing and heaving and my whole body is twitching uncontrollably. she thinks she’s hot shit because she did that “5 things you can touch” bull shit once i was starting to calm. nothing again after that. what they did, they bought a hand vacuum so i could catch bugs myself. i guess so i won’t have to bother them at 4 in the morning and again freaking the fuck out. all in all, if they got me therapy as a teen and i had meds, i probably would be much much much better off. i won’t even go into the trans stuff rn. i think they think it went away because they ignored it and i don’t talk about it with them. even tho in the rest of the world away from family, i go by my chosen name and my friend calls me “he”. but it’s been almost 4 years, if not already 5 years, since i came out to them. they said they looked up therapy and stuff but again, nothing ever happened. i joke with my parents and say they’re lucky i don’t steal my dogs prozac and they laugh. i know it’s exactly the one used for people because it’s the same exact one my ex took. these days i’m starting to see things out of the corner of my eye, but nothing is there. i tell my mom i think i have adhd or something because i’ve read symptoms and it would make sense. and i also don’t remember a time where my head wouldn’t just be quiet. even now. it never is. but she says i was tested and they didn’t say i had adhd. when i was 7... and it’s misdiagnosed in afab people... and especially since i was anxious as a child.. and nervous around the lady who tested me. when. i. was. 7. shit develops later in life. but she won’t believe me because she says she’s trained to see the signs for her work. but then she’ll bring up how my uncle, grandma, and dad, are like the poster kids for adhd. and she just won’t believe me.

i’m really struggling with just everything. and i feel guilty that i’m even struggling and “feeling bad”. i’m a white kid from the philly suburbs. everything could be much much worse for me. but then again, i know thinking like this isn’t good for me. just because it could be worse, doesn’t mean it still can’t be a hell of a lot better too. i just want to be okay. i want to be healthy and happy. i’ve never really gotten to experience it all. my happiness seems fake and it fades away. my idea of health is “going to the gym and the right amount of anorexia.” i know that’s not healthy but that’s just the only way i know. my mom doesn’t seem to care anyway. i tell her that when i am working or i was in school, i would only have like one meal a day. she didn’t say a thing. i just want to be happy. i don’t want to die. i really don’t. i hate being alive but like, i’m already here. i’m not going to take myself out. but it’s just so hard to exist a lot of the time. idk how i’ve done it this long. and i can tell it’s gonna get bad again because i tried to cut myself a few nights ago. the knife wasn’t sharp enough to really make a mark but i had no energy to keep trying. i really need help but idk what to do anymore.

#im so sorry this is so long #it took me an hour to write #ill put a read more later #im so sorry #tw depression #tw anxiety #tw eating disorder #tw anorexia #tw self harm #tw cutting #ask to tag #just in case #im gonna try to sleep cuz its now almost 5:30 am

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I was tagged by @honkongaton my favorite tag/ask games partner :D Bouzzinek :*

Nickname: honestly whatever at this point, lmao but like my nephew started calling me TwiTwi and he sounds extra cute so yeah

Real name: Asmaa | أسماء

Zodiac sign: Sagittarius

Fav musicians: John Legend, Alicia Keys, Jadal, Oum..

Sports: does chasing my students count?

Other blogs: @tounaghribiya

Do I get asks: Not quite.

Blogs I follow: around 2800

Tumblr crush: currently @cantigasdetanjaouia and a bunch of other cuties tbh

Lucky number: 4 7 10 17

What am I wearing: pjs ( duh it’s the lockdown )

Dream vacation: I’ll leave this one empty for now lmao

Dream car: a car I can afford? lmao

Fav food: cliché but PIZZA !! ‘ been craving it a lot for weeks )

Drink of choice: detox water

Instrument: sa3at ndarbek 3al beb lmaoooo

Languages: NOT ENOUGH!!!!!!!!

Celebrity crush: Da7ee7

Random fact: I AM SO FREAKING HUNGRY RN * ugly crying *

i’m tagging @riricitaa cause she loves these games O:)

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benhardyisdaddy · 5 years

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What A Time - Part 6

MASTERLIST

(HI omg okay so im sorry if i repeat gifs for certain chapters im just so lazy and cba to find more UGH okay anyways i hope u like this part, this story has gone crazy since the first chapter and im loving it?? im such a drama HOE UGH anyways ily BYEEE)

Word Count: 1,760

The drive back to the hospital felt like forever to Roger. Brian drove them all as he stared out the window the entire time. The moment he saw you again at that party was the moment he realized how badly he had messed up when he let you go. He was stupid for choosing anyone over you, because you are the one he needs. He lost you once, he will do anything to not lose you again.

Roger looks over to Mary and watches as she’s deep in thought. He knows she doesn’t want to be a part of this. She had too stopped talking to him after what he did to you. She didn’t want to trick or lie to you, just to make Roger feel better. But she does know how happy he use to make you. So maybe that could possibly happen again. You could finally be happy.

“What’s that?” asks Fred, staring at a box in Roger’s lap. Rog looks down and smiles.

“It’s a bunch of pictures of her and I. Little trinkets that I saved. Movie stubs, concert tickets, stuff like that. Thought it might help.”

Mary looks over and her heart softens a bit realizing that even though you were gone, Roger had kept every little thing he had of you. He catches her eye and she quickly looks away. He frowns and looks back out the window, holding the box close to himself. The car ride dragged on when eventually the bright blue hospital sign comes into view.

Brian drives through the large parking lot and finally finds a spot up close. They all jump out and look up to the building. Mary hurriedly walks towards it, leaving the boys behind. She didn’t want to wait any longer. She wanted to see her best friend. She wanted to know if she remembered her or not. The boys had to jog to catch up to her. She walks and presses the elevator button, waiting a moment before it opens up. They rush into and roger presses floor 3. It slowly rises up and they all exit. Roger walks to the front desk and smiles a nurse.

“Is y/n y/l/n still in room 308?” he asks.

The nurse looks behind him and at everyone else. She raises a brow and grabs your file and begins reading. She shakes her head.

“She’s out of ICU. She’s on the second floor, room 210.”

Roger turns and they all run back to the elevator. The impatiently wait for the elevator again and go down a floor. They all rush off and walk back up to a desk where another nurse is sat.

“Hi, I’m looking for room 210.” says Mary, walking in front of Roger. He takes an awkward step back and watches her.

“It’s down this hall, last door on the right.”

You all say thank you as you rush down the long, narrow hall. The room number 210 comes into view and everyone pauses. Roger takes in a deep breath and looks to Mary. Her jaw is tensed and her eyes are watery. Fred slides his hand into hers and she looks at him and sadly smiles. They all slowly walk to the door, but freeze when they hear voices on the inside. It’s you talking and a man.

“I think she’s talking to the doctor.” says John, listening.

All of a sudden you laugh loudly as does the man. Roger’s brows furrow as he shakes his head.

“No,” he says. “That’s not her doctor.”

He brings his hand to the door and pauses before gently knocking on it. You laugh loudly once and it makes his heart full to hear it. How badly he’s missed your laugh. He smiles when he hears you call out to them.

“Come in!”

Mary looks to Roger and they give each other a nervous look. He slowly opens the door and all of them peer into the room. You’re sat on the bed, sitting all the way up this time. You’re smiling and the color has come back to your cheeks. The swelling on your eye is still bad, but the bruises everywhere else aren’t as dark as the last time he’s seen you. You look at the group of people staring at you and awkwardly smile, sitting up more. You wince and the man on the bed reaches for your arm and helps you. Roger watches him and frowns a bit. Who is he? Mary takes a step forward and smiles.

“Y/n?” she asks, sniffling a bit.

You look up to her and nod. She was hoping you would call out her name and be excited to see her. Instead, you waited for her to continue.

“Do you remember me? It’s Lucy.” she says quietly.

You narrow your eyes and slowly shake your head.

“No, I’m sorry. Were you here earlier?” you ask.

Her chin quivers as her worst nightmare is coming true before her. She shakes her head and a few tears spill down. You look at her nervously and then to Roger. The man sat on the bed watches all of them silently, just as confused as you are.

“I remember you tho.” you say. Roger’s head perks up a bit. He smiles and takes a step inside the room. Brian, Freddie and John follow behind.

“You were here yesterday.” you say. His smile once more falls.

“I’m sorry,” says the man. “How do you know y/n?”

Roger looks at him quickly and anger and frustration builds up inside of him.

“How do you know y/n?” he asks, rude. Mary places her hand on his shoulder to calm him down.

“I’ve known her for a few days now actually.” he says, looking to you smiling. You blush and smile back.

“Before the accident?” asks Fred, finally speaking up. The man nods.

“You all look so familiar.” you say, studying their faces, mostly Fred’s.

“You remember him, but not us?” asks Roger, sounding hurt.

You freeze and aren’t quite sure what to say to this man. You look to Max and slightly shake your head.

“Maybe you should come back later.” says Max.

Roger’s brows furrow and he tightens his fists.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“Well how do you know her?” asks Max, getting irritated.

“Roger, let’s go.” says Brian.

“I’m not going anywhere!” he says loudly.

“Who are you?” asks Max, standing up.

“I’m her boyfriend!” yells Roger.

You freeze and stare at him wide eyed. Your boyfriend? Max looks to you and all you can do is stare at Roger, your mouth slightly parted.

“Roger,” whispers Mary.

“I don’t understand. I don’t know you.” you say quietly.

Roger closes his eyes and shakes his head.

“You should leave.” says Max again.

“I’m not going anywhere! Y/n, look,” he says holding up the box. “I have pictures of us!”

Your head begins throbbing as you take in all of this information at once. You stare at the box and go to speak.

“And this is Brian, Freddie and John. They’re like your second family! And this is Mary,” he says looking to her. She awkwardly smiles and looks down. “She’s your best friend!”

You look to her and shake your head just as there’s a loud knock at your door. You feel tears spill down your face as you start to get upset with all of these accusations about the people around you. Your door opens quickly and in walks your doctor. He freezes as he looks at everyone in the room. He looks to you and notices you’re crying and look almost scared. He frowns and looks at Roger.

“Mr. Taylor, what exactly are you doing?” he asks, upset.

“I just need her to remember.” whispers Roger.

The doctor frowns and looks to you. You’re staring down at your hands, not wanting to look at anyone.

“You should’ve asked me before bringing everyone here. Do you not realize how difficult this subject is?” he asks.

Roger slowly nods his head and looks back to you. You’re looking at him, but quickly look away. He looks to Max, scowls then walks out of the room and stands in the hallway. Everyone follows him and they all wait. The doctor walks out of the room and shuts the door.

“That was so ignorant of you, Mr. Taylor. I’m not sure what you were thinking, if you were even thinking at all,” he says. “But we don’t go about throwing shock into people faces when they’ve suffered something traumatic. We haven’t even begun to explain to her about possible memory loss.”

Mary wipes her tears away as she listens to the doctor. She knew this wasn’t a good idea. She should’ve listened to her gut.

“I understand this is difficult for you. For you all,” he says looking at everyone. “But-”

“Why does she remember him and not me?” asks Roger, sad.

The doctors face slightly falls as he watches pain wash over Roger. He exhales and shake his head.

“I-I don’t know why she would. The brain is a very strange thing. So I don’t have an answer for you.”

Roger nods and looks down.

“We were going to slowly transition her into the possible thought of memory loss, but since you so kindly helped us with that,” he says, taking in a breath. “I guess we’ll have to speed things up. Let me explain it to her and, Mr. Taylor, we can set a date for you to come in and rationally explain and go over certain things.” he says, glancing to the box of photos.

Roger notices his glance and stands up straighter.

“Do you think these will help?” he asks, hopeful. The doctor shrugs.

“I mean, they couldn’t hurt to try.”

Roger smiles and looks to everyone else as they smile back.

“Now go home, get some rest. And Mr. Taylor,” says the doctor before walking away. “Please stop trying to do my job.”

Roger nods and half laughs. He turns to everyone and they all look almost as hopeful as him. He knows he went over the top in that room. He didn’t mean to shout and scare you, but seeing that man on your bed made him upset. Knowing that you remember that man and not him, broke his heart in a way he never knew was possible. But the doctor’s words helped settle his nerves and rise up an excitement inside of him. And for the first time in a long time,

Roger has hope.

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lord-explosion-baku · 6 years

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Reread Me (pt. 1)

Yandere!Aizawa x School Nurse!reader

Warnings: so far... obsessive thoughts? And uhhh the reader has a quirk that allows her to heal someone to a near complete recovery and she does that to a student so there’s that too. It’s not sexual tho.

A/n: no, I’m not starting a new series but I did want to make multiple parts to this bc I am a fool. I’m also posting this now because I’m impatient and wanted to throw content at y’all. You can also read it on AO3 HERE for better quality because I’m far too lazy to italicize this rn.

He hadn’t known if he had had these feelings before the kiss. He had seen you a couple times. Of course he took note of you. You came to the school the same time All Might had. You were Recovery Girl’s grand niece and you were training under her as the school’s second nurse and there had been mild talk about you and your power. Like your aunt, you had a healing quirk but there had always been talk of a second quirk you didn’t use. That made Shouta curious but after the USJ attack, after you had healed him to a near full recovery with your kiss- that wonderful kiss, it was safe to say that his curiosity was piqued.

He hid in the shadows as he watched All Might and Midoriya exit your office. He hadn’t known why he didn’t want anyone to know he was going to see you but hiding had just felt more careful. Everything he did regarding you, he wanted to be calculated. But this was just a visit. There was no reason to be sneaky about anything.

Shouta inhaled sharply, trying to silence the nagging voice in his head that spoke to him as soon as he saw you. The door was cracked opened and he saw you shuffling papers on the office counters. You wore your hero suit: a form fitting white doctor’s coat with that appealing white dress and exaggeratedly long thigh high white boots. It was so prim and proper but your hair was up and messy, some strangling hairs fell into your face which Shouta adored. He wanted to see how you’d look lazing around the house in comfortable clothes with your hair down… relaxed.

Shouta probably watched you longer than he should’ve before knocking on the door, pushing it farther open. Though he kept a calm demeanor, Shouta felt his heartbeat pick up when you looked up from your work and cast him that adorable grin, a particularly bouncy strand of hair fell in front of your eyes which you abruptly brushed back. He wanted to push it back down, unwind all of your hair, unwind all of you.

“Gosh, I was hoping you wouldn’t see me like this,” your face was flushed and you looked away. Shouta didn’t think you had anything to be bashful about.

“You look,” extraordinarily gorgeous, “fine.” Shouta had in fact taken you out a couple times. Once with a few other faculty members (he never thought it was weird that he didn’t enjoy socializing with them much until he met you. He wanted to go out with you while you were in a comfortable environment so he could study you make sure you could enjoy yourself and he didn’t want you to think that was the recluse that he was) and other times had been simple things like getting coffee. Neither of you had called them dates yet which is why Shouta has refrained from kissing you even though the first time the two of you had officially met was when those beautiful and soft lips of yours had healed him. It was also why Shouta tried his best not to shower you with the compliments he knew you deserved. It would be out of character of him and he didn’t want anyone, you most of all, to take notice of any particular change in him. He knew what he was and that was more than enough.

“Yeah, well I’m exhausted,” you let out a soft breathy laugh. Shouta felt the need to catch your breath with his lips. It was far too precious to let escape. “Healing that Midoriya kid takes a lot out of me. He was so… broken. You know, I had to call his mother to get her permission to kiss him. I think I made her cry! It made for a quicker recovery but I was so embarrassed!” You peered at him through your lashes. You were looking for a reaction.

Shouta tried hard not to grind his teeth together. He knew, he knew there was no malicious intent behind Midoriya’s recklessness. Though, as of yet, Midoriya had been the only other person that had been injured badly enough to need healing that way. But Shouta couldn’t be jealous of a child. Midoriya wasn’t a threat and you were only doing your job. Still, he made a mental note to make sure that Midoriya knew the repercussions of breaking his bones a little better.

“There isn’t a need to be embarrassed, Y/N. You did what you had to.”

“Yeah, you’re right… so is there a reason for your visit or do you just miss me?”

Of course he missed you. You were all he can think about. He came to find out if you had to kiss Midoriya but that was silly. He sat down on the exam bed. “Maybe I missed you… maybe I’m injured.”

“An injury? Where might you be injured Mr. Aizawa?” You crossed your arms and did a once over on his body. It was obvious that Shouta was not in any pain.

He grinned to himself. He’d love to have you play doctor with him but that was unprofessional. He wasn’t going to cross any lines. “My back is pretty sore.” He wasn’t going to cross any more lines!

“In that case, why don’t you lay stomach down for me?”

He did what he was told with jubilant anticipation. Your hands tugged up on his shirt and the lightness of your touch caused the hairs on the back of his neck to stand. He prayed that you couldn’t tell how excited he was but even more so he wanted you to know how badly he craved your hands on his body. A finger traced his spine and warmth enveloped his body. You were using your quirk.

“Where does it feel the most sore?” Your fingers were tracing circles around his back, searching.

“Uh…” light fingers pushed farther up his back. There was no pressure at all but it felt like you had been kneading his muscles when in reality your fingers only dashed across his shoulders. Shouta resisted the urge to let out a groan.

“This is where you’re keeping most of your tension. There must be something stressing you out… and it probably doesn’t help that you spend many hours curled up in your sleeping bag!”

Shouta lightly chuckled. You spent a lot of time making fun of his sleeping habits.

To Shouta’s dismay, you withdrew your hands. It had seemed like all his worries, all his toxins have been wringed out of his body. He felt… great.

Shouta pulled his shirt down and twisted around to see you. You looked immensely ore tired. You had already drained yourself by healing Midoriya and now that you’ve helped Shouta…

“You didn’t have to do that…” Shouta couldn’t help but think that you looked adorable like that. So sleepy. He could imagine you wrapped up in his sleeping bag, snoozing lighty with no worries or obligations to dwell on. He thought about using that as a suggestion.

“It’s my pleasure to help out a… colleague.” Ouch. Shouta stood up off the bed. He bid you a farewell and marched towards the door.

“Shouta…?” You called before he closed the door behind him. He turned to you with a lazy disposition. He couldn’t let you see how badly he wanted to prove that the two of you were more than ‘colleagues.’

“In case you were here for any other reason than a sore back,” you continued with coy finesse, “I happen to be free Friday.”

Suddenly, any plans that Shouta may or may not have had for Friday had vanished. Whether you knew it or not, Shouta would be spending it with you, though, still acting under his cool facade, he only blinked at you.

“Noted.”

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