#aside from the necessary panicking of course!

[inyoursheets]

BEFORE THE BEGINNING

hi yes it's been eons soz

BEFORE THE BEGINNING — three sentences (or more) about something that happened before the plot of my current project

before the beginning of tangerine beth actually took off her wedding for the first time ever to see how it’d feel 💍🍊 and then somehow ended up fucking the grocery store manager idk

make me cry by forcing me to write

#fully cheating here bc im working this into the next chapter sshh #but this one was haunting me #can't believe i only need to fill like. one more gap in this chapter and then it's done #aside from the necessary panicking of course! #and i wanna go through it again at some point #when it's 'done' #to see what else i wanna add bc i feel like im rushing some of this #i say like it hasn't been over a YEAR since the last update omg #what a MESS #anyways!! ive really thought about it but this is the only (currently) pre-canon detail that sparks joy for me #like beth was hanging onto that ring for too long. easier to fend off the pta's questions etc #but then she finally goes through with it and takes it off for one (1) grocery shop #and then here we are #anyways!! sorry this took forever thank you for sending #ask #ask games #sothischickshe #my fic

[partycatty]

liu kang > not her

i wonder what liu kang would do if he chose you in the new era, but comes across his kitana when the timeline is in danger

warning: OW. liu kang is THE MOST tragic character in the entire franchise and i made sure you all see it too.

notes: take a shot every time i say "timeline" (you will die)

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• when liu kang created the new timeline, he was sure to lean you on the side of justice. you had never caught his eye before, but something about your... essence. it drew him in like no other. perhaps he was too enamored with kitana to not notice your own beauty. your ideals matched his and your conversations were endless if given the opportunity.

• falling in love is a hard thing to do when your life is infinite, but liu kang swore to be by your side until your body leaves the mortal realm. thankfully, you were edenian, so there was plenty of time to spend together.

• he would hold your hand as you two walked along the fire garden, but you noticed liu kang's eyes were... distant. his glowing eyes were noticeably dull as he seemed lost in thought.

• "my lord," you gently say, squeezing his hand. "is there something on your mind?"

• liu smiles down at you, a warmth filling his body at the use of his title. it sounded like honey dripping from your voice, at least to him.

• "your presence puts me at ease, my love," liu replies with an undertone of sadness. "but i am... worried. with titan shang tsung endangering the realms, a solution is lost to me. every force in this timeline would not stand a chance against him."

• "in this timeline," you trail off, trying to help. a mortal could only do so much to help a god. "the existence of a titan shang tsung implicates the existence of more possibilities, does it not?"

• liu kang stops walking, dropping your hand as he seems to process your suggestion.

• "how could i have not seen it sooner?" he asks, his tone wavering from his typical mannerism. "of course. there exists multiple timelines, one where each one of us is a titan. i could get their assistance..." he grins down at you. "i am not the only keeper of time in the universe. you are a genius, my dear."

• even still, his gaze is distant. the memories of his past life, before kronika, before being a revenant... they still ached deep within him. he had to say goodbye to all he knew for the betterment of the universe, and it's not something he prefers to talk about often. mourning a lost loved one is one thing, but losing eons worth of history in front of your eyes hurts far more than anything you could ever comprehend.

• he eagerly opens a portal to the hourglass, where you both step through arm in arm. he looks at you apologetically, releasing his grip on your arm and flourishing in front of the hourglass, the sand whirling behind the glass. he knew who to summon first. you step aside to give him room to work.

• kitana appears after being assembled by the sands of her time. she had the face of the outworld princess, but not the outfit. something about her felt different. this was the titan kitana. your jaw drops. panicked, she exclaims the name of the man before her, only glancing over at you, considering you two were not familiar in the previous timeline.

• "easy, kitana, you are among friends," liu kang reassures, holding his hands out to defuse her confusion. you're awestruck. "you're a long way from home, a different timeline to be precise."

• kitana can only ask more questions, wondering how exactly liu kang is a keeper of the hourglass like herself. her memories of kronika's disruption of time seem fuzzy.

• "the battle for the hourglass must have ripped apart time's fabric," you explain gently, not all too familiar with the incident but knowledgeable enough from the conversations you and liu would share in the gardens as his head rested on your lap, your fingers entangled in his hair.

• liu kang fills in the gaps, explaining everything necessary for her to understand. kitana turns to the hourglass, and then liu.

• "if many timelines sprung from one, and we were both part of it, then you are..." her voice breaks as she steps closer. "...you are my liu kang."

• your presence is completely ignored now as the realizations spawn in. liu kang stands, completely still as kitana assembles the puzzle pieces.

• "the same one that battled you in shang tsung's courtyard, who fought at your side at the koliseum," liu kang is now returning the gesture, stepping closer to the woman. you feel your stomach twist and turn. "who beamed with pride when you became outworld's kahn."

• she grabs his hand, squeezing the same way you do when you seek reassurance from your liu kang. your liu kang. your timeline. not hers. kitana leans into him, but liu kang steps back from the attempt at a kiss. he still holds her hand as a gesture of kindness, but twists his body to face you. you're pale, wringing your hands. the entire situation makes you uneasy. you wonder if your advice should have stayed in your throat.

• "and this is my (reader)," liu kang introduces you to her. "in our timeline, you two had only met briefly. now, she is by my side, just as you were." you feel a pang in your chest at his careful choice of words. never did he expect to see his kitana again, but he couldn't just drop everything to be with her. not when time itself is unstable. but even still, seeing her in the flesh now after being a mere memory for eons, he feels the undying urge to hold her close.

• kitana frowns, pulling away. "why does fate seem always to conspire against us?" she asks in a brokenhearted whisper, fists clenching and unclenching at the sight of you. "to deny us life's simple pleasures?"

• liu kang thinks back to before everything began. training alongside kung lao, taking in the wise words of raiden, and the little moments to be spared where he could hold onto kitana, for even just a moment. but now, he was forced to be the protector, to give raiden the life he should have had. the current kitana belongs to raiden now, just as liu kang once was. why he didn't keep her to himself, he'll never truly understand.

• "i don't know," he finally replies, eyes drinking in the sight of the woman he thought he'd lost forever. "perhaps, in one of the many timelines, they are ours."

• you honestly feel as if you could throw up at the sight. the man that dedicated his every moment to you was now deeply longing the touch of another. blaming him is something you can't even bring yourself to do, either. if you had lost it all, surely you would crave just one more taste of what could've been.

• the inner turmoil he's going through is evident on his expression. who to choose, if any? would the fate of the universe, and all timelines within it crumble should he choose titan kitana... his kitana? liu kang spins around to get a good look at you.

• "in this timeline, i choose to protect what i have," he says finally, stepping toward you and holding your hands in his. he analyzes every imperfection, every curve on your features. he seems... content. "i've seen everything i love be pulled from my grasp. never again."

• his words touch your heart, and you feel comforted knowing that he would not be whisked away from you as simply as that. however, despite his certainty, you cannot brush the observation that he misses what could've been aside. you were crafted by him, beautiful and charming, capturing his attention easily.

• but god, his kitana. she captured his heart eons ago, and liu kang isn't sure he could let go just yet.

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #mk1 #liu kang x reader #liu kang #i felt bad writing this im sorry

[imahinatjon]

Doubt

Dazai x Reader

Kinda sad i guess.

I haven't proofread any of this. I'll do it at a later date.

You figured your mom wouldn't like this guy. She was... an overly judgmental woman.

And Dazai? Well, he didn't hide much. Aside from some really dark stuff. He didn't tone down his personality for anyone. So when he asked to meet your family, you sort of panicked. You didn't want him to meet them. You wanted to keep him and your family as far apart as you could until it was absolutely necessary. But Dazai assured you it would be fine. You hadn't really told him what it was like, so you didn't blame him.

Unbeknownst to you, he already knew. Or at least, had a general idea. You didn't need to say anything to him for him to understand where a lot of your troubles stemmed from. Why you didn't want him to meet them.

But in his mind? Better to get it out of the way now instead of a few years down the line.

So the day came. Your mother was lovely. A darling woman, offering Tea and Buiscuits, showing a keen interest. She didn't breath a word to you, unless it was to extend a kind courtesy. To put on a kind show.

You sat the entire time with bated breath, an anxiety ever lingering until you looked to the man sat beside you.

Dazai.

He'd toned his usual attitude down to meet your family.

There was no mentions of suicide. No over the top expressions or flirting, he seemed like... the picture perfect boyfriend.

You felt it was okay to excuse yourself to the bathroom with how strangely well this was going.

"So, YN"

You sighed, of course, things were going a little too perfectly. She cornered you in the hallway just outside the front room, just out of earshot from everyone else.

"How much did he cost?"

"What?" If you didn't know her so well, what she insinuated would have been more of a surprise. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case.

"You can't be serious? It's ovbious he's not into you, you must have given him something?" she quizzed you again.

"Uh... no mom, he really is my boyfriend"

"Riiight. Right... a little out of your league isn't he?"

You rolled your eyes. And tried to walk past. She didn't stop you. Not really, just...

"I hope you treat him well, that you stopped being so lazy, Hope your not neglecting him as much as you neglect the rest of us"

You continued on your way after what she said. It was hardly bad, in your eyes. Out of everything else she could have said to you, this was the lesser evil.

But... it plagued you a little for the rest of your visit.

He was... out of your league. You knew she was right. He WAS out of your league. Was he in it for something else?

Home... or rather, your shared home with Dazai felt cold and unwelcoming as you stepped through your own front door. You felt sick to your stomach. You could have sworn you felt homesick.

You wanted to go back. This didn't feel right anymore. You didn't feel like you belonged at this other persons apartment. You shared a bed with Dazai, but got no sleep. Merely found yourself lying awake all night. Sometimes staring out the window, sometimes staring at the ceiling. And occasionally, your gaze would linger on your loves face.

You knew it was a bad idea to take Dazai to meet your mom. You knew she would plant an idea in your head that made you doubt yourself.

She did it with your last partner, told you that you weren't treating them right - as if she knew a thing, but... you broke up with them over it. She also did it when you applied for a new job, you had an interview coming up, and she told you they'd never hire someone as lazy, inexperienced and unmotivated as you, so you missed the interview.

She never likes your artwork, however good it was, she made fun of your fashion sense, never liked your hobbies, called you unoriginal and boring.

Yet she relied on you for everything when you lived there. You did everything she ever wanted, but it was never enough. She only saw the bad in you.

And you in turn only saw the bad in the world.

When you met dazai that changed. He was weird, and has his flaws, but he was persistent, kind, and as honest as he could be with you. He had his moments, where he'd dissappear, only to reappear a few hours later floating down some river you or someone else had to dive in to save him from. Which he always complained about, in such a gentle and playful way. It wasn't perfect, but you thought it was... did he not think the same?

The thought brought tears to your eyes. Silent sobs escaping your sealed lips as you sat up and made a plan.

When dazai awoke the next morning it was with a start. A bad dream had plagued him during the later part of his sleep, and he couldn't place why. Until of course, he noticed you weren't beside him. Call him dependant, weak, or whatever, but since he begun sharing a home and a bed with you, everything felt just that little bit better. His unconscious mind didn't plague him like it used too, because now he got to hold you.

Now, Dazai is not a stupid man, even in his sleep hazed mind, he noticed something was off.

Most ovbious being that he couldn't see you anywhere. So he stood, to have a look around, a small investigation.

Not that he had to look far, you left a note on the kitchen counter. A note that left a sense of gloom. The colour drained from his home as he read. Words he couldn't register. All he knew is that it meant you had left him. Took your things and ran in the night.

He couldn't understand why though? He thought you had a perfect relationship. Did you not think the same?

He wasn't in the right mind to think properly. He needed time to register. Time to understand, and time to work out why.

But he'd make sure it didn't take too long. He couldn't let you go like that. Not without understanding at the very least.

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PART 2

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#imagine #fanfic #bungou stray dogs #x reader #dazai x reader #bsd dazai #bungou stray dogs dazai

[mj-ackerman]

SxF Light Novel: Family Portrait Translation Mission 3: Franky's New Love!? (Part 1)

Read Mission 2: Yuri's Day Off Here. DO NOT REPOST

PART 2>>

“Goddammit, that Twilight…..he said that I’m an informant and my fighting skills are trash,....but he’s always making me involved all the time.”

On his way home from an orthopedic surgery at Berlint General Hospital, Franky mumbled his resentment towards (Twilight), also known as Loid Forger, one of his work partners. 

Franky, who runs a shop in Berlint, the capital of Ostania, has the hidden face of an informant. Franky provides necessary information to Loid, a spy dispatched from Westalis, in exchange for money, of course. His work includes forging documents and passing off entrance examinations to prestigious schools.

After all, this man, Loid Forger, a seemingly harmless gentleman who looks like he doesn’t kill insects, got a thick skin and he’s also rough with people, so he sometimes asked him to babysit the kid he adopted for the mission or even help him with espionage assignments.

This time, it caused him to hurt his back and was forced to go to the hospital.

He can’t tell how many times he has thought about putting a medical bill on Loid’s name, who is working as a doctor here at the psychiatry department, as a cover for his mission. But of course, he just thought about it because he’s afraid of the consequences that would follow if he actually did that…..

If only I had money, then I could refuse any job that wasn’t legitimate. I’m an informant, not a handyman!

But he doesn’t have that money.

No matter how much money Franky had, it wasn’t enough to develop new spy goods, which he was doing both as a hobby and for practical use. Hence, he has to take the job even if he thinks it is absurd.

There’s a saying that a handsome men has neither money nor power (Note: This is a japanese saying btw “色男金と力はなかりけり”) , but Loid, a handsome man, has both money and power, and him, a man far from being a handsome man, have neither money nor power. On top of that, even though it’s just a fake family for his mission, Loid has a beautiful and stylish wife, a sassy but cute daughter, and even a dog. 

If I had a face like his, I would be popular with women and have a smooth sailing life! It’s always all about the face! The face!

As he was thinking about such a thing in daze, he accidentally took a wrong turn and ended up in an unfamiliar place where he didn't really know where he was going to return.

It looks like a garden, but there was no human presence. There’s a hospital ward that’s built. It’s probably behind the hospital. The entrance to the hospital is directly opposite.

“Seriously?  I’m really unlucky, am I?”

Sighing, Franky turned to go back the way he came, scratching his head, when he heard a voice from the corner of the garden. 

He looks and sees several pure white roses blooming in the bushes. A voice comes from behind them. 

A singing voice? 

Invited by the beautiful singing voice, Franky’s feet lead him towards the bushes. Peeking into the thicket, he saw a girl in a pure white pajamas singing with her hands clasped in front of her chest. Around sixteen or seventeen?

She was a beautiful girl with golden hair that reached down to her waist. She was singing her heart out with her eyes closed. Perhaps because of this, she was unaware of the intruder’s presence. 

An inpatient huh. 

But that aside, she has a beautiful singing voice. 

It might sound cheesy, but her voice is truly that of an angel. The lyrics, which he had never heard before and which sounded like a strange dialogue, were well suited to the girl’s voice quality. Eventually, the song ended. 

The girl kept her eyes closed. A reverberating silence fell over the backyard, and Franky clapped reflexively.

At that, the girl’s skinny shoulder jumped.

“Who…who are you….?”

She mumbled in a frightened voice and protected her upper body with her thin arms. 

And, oh shit, he thinks. This is suspicious. 

“N-No, I’m not someone suspicious, I swear….”

Franky panicked and apologized. 

“Erm…..I was on my way home from an orthopedic surgery here. I thought I heard a beautiful song, and then I heard you singing, and your voice was so beautiful that I was so absorbed in listening to you that I didn’t say anything….Anyway, I’m so sorry for scaring you.”

He bowed his head sincerely and wholeheartedly. 

The girl seemed relieved, she released her posture, and apologized saying, 

“I’m sorry too, I’m sorry for being overly frightened.”

Then, after a bit of fidgeting and hesitation, she continued. 

“I was happy that you applauded and praised me.”

Seeing her bashful smile, Franky muttered, “No…” and scratched the back of his neck senselessly.

“I don’t know much about music, but I was really moved. It was good, really.”

“I’m really sorry for today.”

The girl turned bright red up to her ears at the further compliments.

“But why were you singing in this kind of place?”

Franky looks up at the inpatient ward.

“Oh, I see. If you sang in the hospital room, they might scold you after all huh.”

When he said that there would be people in the same room after all, the girl answers Franky’s question with sincere smile while still having her eyes closed,

“No, the hospital room I’m staying in is a private room, but when I get carried away, I can’t help but lose control of my volume, and I don’t want to bother the people in the rooms nearby. It would be better if the room is completely soundproof.”

“No wait, isn’t a completely soundproof hospital room scary?”

As Franky retorted, he was now convinced that the girl came from a wealthy family. 

I see, so you’re a little princess huh.

Berlint General Hospital is the oldest hospital in the capital. Many of the patients are VIPs, such as politicians, artists, and executives of major corporations, and the private rooms are ridiculously expensive. No wonder Franky thought she had a buoyant atmosphere. 

The clothes she is wearing are made of such high quality materials that you wouldn’t even think she’s wearing pajamas. She must be a daughter of a wealthy family who was raised like a princess. But in spite of that, she’s a good girl, not even a little conceited. Or perhaps all real young ladies are like this, unspoiled, graceful, and kind-hearted.

As he remembers the appearance of the fake young lady who attends the prestigious Eden College, Franky looked at the real young lady standing in front of him. Everything was so different. 

Well, either way, it’s a world I’ll never be part of anyways. 

As Franky bids his goodbye, and was about to walk away, the girl behind him boldly says,

“Ah….um!”

“Hm? What is it?”

When Franky turned, he saw the girl lift her eyelids. Underneath were startlingly clear eyes. Her eyes were as beautiful as jewels, but instead of looking at Franky, she was looking in the wrong direction. 

“If you have some time, I’d like to….um well, if it’s not too much of a problem…”

“?”

“Would you like to listen to one more song?”

The girl who pleaded with such a sincere voice was certainly speaking to Franky. However, their gazes do not meet each other. Suddenly, he noticed that a white cloth was placed under the girl’s feet, and he finally figured out what it was. 

Oh….this girl, her eyes…

Is that why she’s in the hospital? Or is she blind from the start and has another disease? Franky looked at the girl’s lovely face. The girl looked nervous, waiting for Franky’s answer. 

“Sure, I'd love to.”

As he answered, the girl’s face lit up and she replied,

“Thank you!”

The expression on her face, it was as if a bud had just blossomed, and Franky couldn’t help but shudder.

Wh-What’s your heart beating for Franky! That girl is just a kid! 

Scolding himself, Franky told her in a deliberately blunt manner, 

“I-It’s nothing, I don’t have anything to do at home today anyways.”

The girl didn’t seem to be offended by it, she happily replied with a “Yes”, then turned away and asks shyly, 

“Um…. May I ask your name?”

“My name? It’s Franky….”

“My name is Alessa. Alessa Balzer.”

When the girl Franky met in the backyard of the hospital said this, her smiling face was exactly like a flower. 

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“Somehow, you seem to be in a strangely good mood lately.”

“Eh? Really? It really looks like that?”

Receiving the new small recording device he had ordered at the table in a familiar cafe, Loid looked at Franky, who was sitting in front of him, with a creepy look on his face. 

It seems like a lie that until recently, he had been in a state of despondency due to the shock of a broken heart. Even now, he looks as if he’s about to start humming as he looks out the vertically long window of the cafe. 

“Well, the weather is nice today~”

“It’s cloudy.”

“It’s fine, not a problem. As long as it’s not raining, it’s fine. If it rains, then I can’t go out. It’ll be a big problem if I catch a cold too.”

Loid finally raised his eyebrows at the unusually cheerful informant.

Did he finally lose it after being dumped by too many women? Or is he on a natural high from working too much? This is not good. His information-gathering ability, babysitting ability, and a number of innovative and high-performance spy devices are essential for the mission. 

Thinking this, Loid deliberately asked in a casual voice, “Did something good happen?” Franky laughed, “Muhihihi” with a blank look on his face. Then, with a strangely smug look, he muttered, “If I had to say it, I’d say I found a single flower blooming in the desert.”

So it’s a girl again.

He’s sure of it. He must have a crush on some beautiful woman again, he just doesn’t learn his lesson. It made Loid wondered who Franky fell in love with this time. 

Well, if it’s a state of unrequited love, then it shouldn’t be a problem. 

The troublesome thing is after the rejection. He was dismayed to think that he will have to take care of this drunkard again, but he concluded, 

Well, I’ll just leave him alone for now. 

Drinking coffee with milk poured over it, which had now become a habit, Loid remembered what his “wife” had told him. 

“Oh right, Franky, would you like to come over today?”

“What? You’re gonna ask me to babysit again?”

“No, Yor said that she wanted to treat you to something for always taking care of Anya.”

“I appreciate that, but I’ve got some business to attend to from here on. Give my regards to Yor.”

Franky replied giddily, he then turned to Loid and asks, 

“Oh right, Twi- I mean, Loid, didn’t you have those classical records that you collected as part of your kid’s education when she was applying to Eden College?”

“Yeah.”

Loid muttered more to himself, as he didn’t hear it clearly after all. 

Every time he put the record on, it seemed to somehow induce a strong feeling of drowsiness, and Anya would fall sound asleep, so he gradually lost the desire to put it on. Now it sits in the corner of the room, gathering dust. 

At that, Franky leaned over the table. 

“Is there an opera among them?”

“I think there is….”

“Lend it to me next time!”

“What?”

Loid looks at Franky with a face begging for his pardon. He had never heard this man being interested in opera. In the first place, he wondered if he even liked music that much. 

Well, when he was interested with Monica last time, he went to the cigar club where she worked…. (Note: Monica from extra chapter 18.1; episode 16 of the anime)

He doesn’t even know how to smoke a cigar. 

If that’s the case, then the girl this time might be a staff of an opera house?

Or maybe it’s a music store or a classical cafe clerk? 

As he was thinking that Franky is a guy who doesn’t learn his lesson either way, Franky acknowledged this saying, 

“Thank you, Loid. Well then, I’ve got an important appointment! See you!”

With bouncy steps, he left the cafe. 

Loid watched his back in amazement for a while, then, he let out a big sigh. 

“.......I just hope he doesn’t ask me for troublesome stuff again.”

He mumbled as he played with the small recording device he had received from Franky. It’s a product of continuous refinement, but it was surprisingly light and perfect. 

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#spy x family #spy x family light novel: family portrait #translations #franky franklin #loid forger #I'll post the part 2 later #please do not repost

[dindjarindiaries]

Antidote

character: Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

prompt: Giving them a sudden hug from behind

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The ship is quiet tonight following Din's latest job. The steady hum of hyperspace and the occasional rips and taps from Din's first aid supplies are the only sounds that fill the small space.

You look up from where you've been preparing both yourself and Din a small meal to see him wrapping his upper arm in a thick layer of gauze. Between his helmet and the suspenders that hang loosely from his pants is a long stretch of battle-scarred skin that you've become accustomed to seeing. Din hadn't let you see the wound he's patching up and you can only hope it was nothing more than a scratch that dug between his pieces of armor.

Din's fingertips are stained with a small amount of scarlet, no doubt from his own wound, though his knuckles are also bruised and cut up. You furrow your brow at the observation. It's not often that Din has to resort to fist-fighting, especially with an arsenal of weapons like his own. You bite your cheek and look down at the two meals in front of you.

It's no wonder why Din not only got hurt, but also remains silent. It's a good thing you weren't on that job, after all.

Your hands begin to slow in their movements as you lift your gaze to Din again and keep it there. The absence of Din's witty comments about his job weighs heavy in the air between you. With Grogu asleep and his own coos missing, the silence is too much to bear, but there isn't a single burden you wouldn't take for Din to have even a moment of rest.

The meals get set aside as you rise from your place on the floor of the ship. A few steady strides take you over to Din, whose back faces you as he finishes with the wrap on his wound and starts to set his supplies away. You keep your actions slow, making it easy to pull away from if necessary, and lift your arms around his bare torso. Your cheek presses into the space between his shoulder blades and your hands pull tight against his front.

Din's muscles tense only for a moment, then relax with a steady exhale from his modulator. You listen to his heartbeat through his back while his ungloved hands cover your own. The warmth of his skin comforts you and dispel the dark thoughts that have started to swirl at the mere possibilities of what he's just gone through. The tight hold Din maintains on your hands suggests that you're helping him to do the same.

After a long moment, Din takes your hands and lifts them higher. The skin on the back of them meets metal as Din's lips press against your fingertips in the sweetest of kisses. They linger before he lowers them again and keeps them pressed tight against him, his fingers now lacing through yours. He then utters some of the first words you've heard ever since he returned, his voice tight yet full of meaning. "Thank you."

You smile and close your eyes, your cheek still resting upon his back. "Of course." Your voice is just as hushed as Din's. "You're safe here."

Din gives your hands a squeeze. "I know." He hesitates, shifting his weight between his feet as his movements take you with him. "I... always feel safest with you."

Your smile only grows. "I'm glad."

After another minute or so, you start to pull away, but Din urges you to stay close. "Wait." His utterance of the word is tense and almost panicked. He leaves it hanging in the air as if there's more to follow, but he can't quite get the rest out.

You press a gentle kiss to his skin. "I'll stay." You take a deep breath, encouraging him to do the same with you. "It'll be all right." You give his hands a squeeze and bask in the way Din's fingers continue to stay threaded through your own. "We'll be all right."

#this is exactly what din deserves after a hard day #din djarin #the mandalorian #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian x reader #prompts #dindjarindiaries

[ohshy]

As I am currently in rarepair hell- gimmie some hippo/kaiser goodness.

or soda/bull goodness

~ fan-mans

One Royal Army n Soda Bull, coming up !! (It became a little angsty i hope u dont mind)

🪖 Royal Army 👑

Seeing as both are on the aro spectrum, their relationship isn't smth that can easily be defined by romantic terms. In the easiest terms, they're in a long distance relationship, and don't do much pda aside from hugs.

Kaiser normally takes A While to warm up to people, much less get into relationships, but Hippo was a particular case cause he just felt so enarmoured with his persona, language n culture, similar to his friendship with Hondo. The latter two r some of Kaiser’s SI’s. Hippo in turn was glad someone took interest, n that’s kinda how their click began !!

They can butt heads A Lot, but they still work well together, mainly thanks to the fact they communicate rly well.

For example, when Kaiser gets into one of his PTSD/autistic isolation moods, Hippo used to have a tendency to become rly clingy toward him whenever he did, since that's how he was raised. Reach out to people when they become distant. They've compromised by texting eachother instead whenever this happens, and giving each other space if necessary.

It wasn’t always like that though. Hippo is very open emotionally, while Kaiser's more closed off. Kaiser in general has a lot of difficulty expressing his emotions, let alone identifying them, since he has instilled into his mind that showing any kind of emotion (lest it's anger) is weakness, and the last thing he wants to do is look weak. Guy already feels like he's fallen from grace w/ boxing, he does not wanna look any weaker than he already does.

One day, this comes to a boiling point, wherein Hippo requires support during a particularly bad meltdown, but Kaiser can’t give him what he needs due to being so emotionally constipated. He even ends up panicking, which he absolutely does not want Hippo to see, so he leaves right there and then. Hippo of course doesn’t take that well n assumed Kaiser didn’t care. They do eventually both calm down, but Hippo nevertheless did feel hurt and neglected. Kaiser feels ashamed of himself, and decides enough is enough. He hurt someone close to him thanks to his own issues, and he does not want that happen again. So he ends up seeking help, even if it means facing the impossible. He gets help for his PTSD as well as autism n traumas. He gets some meds n does a Whoooole bunch of talk therapy and EMDR and everything slowly becomes easier from there on out. Emphasis on Slowly.

They're pretty equal in sparring partners, seeing as both are in the minor circuit.

That said, both also are close to retirement, Kaiser more so, even if he doesn't want to admit it. Kaiser doesn't dare think of it, since fighting's all he's ever known, and he doesn't know who he is without it. It’s something Hippo’s willing to work on it together with Kaiser though.

Kaiser seeks approval, even if he doesn't realize it as he tends to isolate himself whenever he feels bad. Hippo is of course happy to reach out, but he does occassionally feel like what he's doing isn't enough. This fear is mainly instilled him due to his mother's untimely death, and their relationship being a becoming a bit more rocky and distant when Hippo decided to pursue a boxing career. Plus, Kaisers issues sometimes feel so towering to him, he doesn’t know how to support him aside from talking n cuddling.

On a brighter note, like i said before, they still make it work because they care a ton about each other n r willing to take the leap into the unknown together. Even if for Kaiser it means facing his emotions and inner demons. Even if for Hippo it means not always being able to have all the answers and control.

🐂 RedBull 🫧

It took A Rly long time for Bull to open up to Soda. Thanks to Soda's endless patience n friendly attitude though, he eventually got through his walls.

Bull's way of showing affection is acts of service as well as gifts. When he once gave Soda a Turkish delight as a gift, he knew he was smitten.

Soda's love language in turn is Much physical affection

Another way Bull likes showing affection is teasing. c'mon weve seen how the guy is in the ring when he isnt angry. He literally dances like a chicken when he wins in contender mode. I think bull can at least b a lil silly, as a treat.

Bull is big spoon n sodas little spoon >:)))

Another way they're pretty compatible is that Soda is a great sparring partner for Bull. Bull can be... pretty intense, but Soda can handle him well! He's a great equal to Bull.

Another thing they love doing together is dance ! Mainly in a silly manner, but they have slow danced in private before too :]

Bull loves telling Soda all about his start of his boxing career when Doc was still training him. There are some things he keeps secret though, like how to learn the legendary star punch...

''Please Bull, just a hint? I can keep a secret!''

''I know you can, that's not the problem...''

''Then what is?''

*gives him a kiss on the nose* ''You're behind on the kissing quota for that secret, Im going to need atleast a million more...''

And then Soda lifts him n starts kissing him like a woodpecker >:)))

#is valentines week a thing? ive decided it is #im gonna try n answer an ask every day and luckily theyre all shippy soooo >:))))))) #punch out #von kaiser #king hippo #soda popinski #bald bull #also also this made me realize that i rly like ships that r like Emotionally Constipated x Open n Emotional #theyre so good aughg #monkey brain typing #royal army #red bull

[airi-p4]

Pretend boyfriend - Chapter 1

Chapter 1 | Ch2 | Ch3 ____________________

I wrote something silly. Enjoy?

Summary:

Chat Noir tells Ladybug in a spaz that he has a boyfriend and asks Luka to pretend and fill in for the role for a double date with her and her boyfriend. The problem is he's trying to make Ladybug jealous… and Luka is caught in the middle of it when he's also the spotted hero's date.

*Thank you @nerdypanda3126 for checking it for me! :D

AO3

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Chapter 1

"Chat Noir! I told you! I'm not going out with you. We're partners, nothing more!" Ladybug yelled for the fifth time after her superhero partner's insistence to go out on a date. "Besides, I have a boyfriend!" 

"What?" Chat Noir gasped. That was news to him.

"I told you I had a crush on a boy!" Even if it wasn't that same boy anymore… Chat didn't need to know that, Ladybug internally decided. 

"T-that's not a problem! I didn't mean it that way- of course we're just partners! I have a boyfriend too!" Chat said, suddenly standing tall.

"You do?" The spotted heroine blinked. 

"Yes- the best." He winked. 

"I don't know… I find it hard to believe…" Her eyes narrowed in doubt. 

"Why don't we go on a double date and you can see it with your own eyes? Bring your boyfriend, with a mask, if necessary, and the four of us can hang out!" The cat hero suggested with a wink. 

"I don't think that's a good idea... identities and such-" She panicked.

"Oh, so you were just making it up? You don't have a boyfriend!" Chat smirked, raising a brow. 

"I- I do! O-o-o-of course I do!"

"Right…" It was obvious from his expression that he didn't believe her.

"Fine! I'll show you! Let's meet here in two hours! And you better bring your boyfriend with you or you're dead!" She finished with a threatening pointing finger as she swung her yo-yo, securing her leave.

"Of course." He posed goofily with a thumbs up. 

It wasn't until Ladybug left that he gulped, and cold sweat descended down his cheek. 

The problem was… he didn't have a boyfriend. He had just said that without thinking, out of ugly jealousy. Where could he find a boyfriend in a few hours?? 

Nino? No, he was taken… as were many of his friends… except-

Luka.

Handsome. Sensitive. Attentive. Pure heart. Always ready to help.

Perfect.

_________

"Luka!" 

"Chat Noir?" The blue-haired boy left his guitar aside to open the fisheye window of his cabin that the cat hero had just knocked on, letting him in.

"I need your help! It's a matter of life or death!" He rushed to say.

That made Luka immediately serious. It wasn't the first time Ladybug and Chat Noir asked for his help as a superhero. It wasn't strange if they asked him again. As he had already told them before, he would never turn down the offer to help them keep Paris, his city, safe from the villains. 

"Tell me how I can help." 

"I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend!" Chat stated, too nervous to be taken as a joke. That left Luka perplexed.

"What…?" He blinked.

"Please??" Chat's hands joined together with his, begging with his bright green dazzling puppy eyes.

"Ugh… is this really…?" 

"A matter of life or death!" Chat repeated with impatience.

Luka was unsure of the whole thing, but he thought it must be important. He seemed desperate…

"Okay…"

"Thank you!" Chat beamed, giving him a quick hug. "Come to the Trocadero at 4pm! And don't tell anyone- it's a secret mission! Bye!"

It took a moment for Luka to recompose and process what just happened. That was unexpected. Chat had already left when he realized-

"Wait! Chat! I can't-"

Crap. 

Bad timing. Because Ladybug had just asked him to hang out with her for a strategic reunion. Same time. Unknown place. She was going to pick him up. 

How was he supposed to cancel if he couldn't call either of them? 

Luka cursed with a low pitched guitar strumming.

____

Ten minutes before the scheduled time, the spotted superheroine entered Luka's cabin through the window that Luka had already left open on purpose.

"Luka? Are you ready?" 

"Ladybug!" The boy was nervous. "I have to tell you something."

"Sure. What is it?"

"I have another appointment and I have to be at the Trocadero at 4pm…"

"Oh." Ladybug blinked. "No problem, that's exactly where we're going."

"Hm?" 

Luka couldn't say anything more as Ladybug carried him in her arms and threw her yoyo towards their destination. Five minutes later, they arrived there.

"Good, we're here." She put him down. 

The ride gave him time to think, coming to the conclusion that he should tell her about Chat Noir. He had doubts.

"Ladybug, I-"

A baby cry interrupted him. 

"Crap- I'll be right back- August again. Ugghh." She left him alone, but not for long, since a few seconds later Chat Noir landed behind him.

"Luka! I'm so glad you came!" he said, approaching as he shortened his baton and put it back in place.

"Look, Chat, I-" Luka started.

"Ah, there she is!" Chat exclaimed with a cocky grin.

"Chat. You came," Ladybug returned.

"I came, and I'm not alone!" He smirked.

Luka turned, with a forced, insecure, smile. His hand up as a greeting. "Hi…?"

"Luka?"

"He's my boyfriend," Chat proudly said.

"Luka is your boyfriend!?" Ladybug exclaimed in shock. "Nonono he can't be!"

"Hm? Why not?" Chat asked.

"Because he's MY boyfriend!" She yelped.

"What-!?"

"What?"

Both boys looked at Ladybug, confused, mouth open in shock.

"I mean - not officially because I haven't asked him out yet but-" Ladybug blushed nervously, as she peeked at Luka from under her lashes, fingers covered in sweat, tapping on each other non-stop. 

"I knew it! You don't have a boyfriend! You were lying to me!" Chat hurried to protest with an accusatory pointing finger. 

"No! He confessed to me that one time when he was akumatized and I want to date him! I love him!! I've loved him since then! I wanted to ask him out today! That's why- Argh!!" She groaned, exasperated. "Is it true Luka? Are you two-?" she asked, looking as if she was about to cry.

Luka frowned and took a moment to catch his breath before he finally asked Chat Noir. 

"What's all this about?"

The cat hero stiffened, nervously sweating. But he couldn't come up with any excuse that would leave him in a good picture. Realizing it, Luka continued.

"You told me it was an emergency, Chat- a matter of life or death- but it turns out it's just you lying and using me to try to make Ladybug jealous?"

"Well…" Chat sweated even more now as Luka's displeased eyes looked through him. "She was gonna kill me if I didn't bring a boyfriend with me, so I wasn't lying! I had no choice!" 

"…Seriously?" Ladybug and Luka said with judging expressions.

"And you Ladybug…" Luka focused on her next. "I think you should have been honest. You know I'm open to talk anytime. Superhero stuff or not, I'll always be happy to help you." Ladybug melted at his sincerity and kindness. "As for your feelings…" She squeaked and blushed when he held her hands lightly, looking straight into her eyes with the softest smile. "I'm truly grateful, but my heart is already taken by this wonderful girl called Marinette."

"Wha-" 

Ladybug blushed even more and Luka's smile curved subtly to the side before he let go of her, took a step back and focused on both superheroes.

"So sorry, but I can't date either of you. Call me if you need hero-related help." He ended, turning his back on them and raising his hand. "Bye."

Ladybug and Chat stared at him as he left.

"I love him…" they said in unison. 

"What!?"

"What!?"

"Nonono! I saw him first!" Ladybug hurried to protest.

"I don't care, you're not his crush! That's Marinette!" Chat argued.

"Which means you should back off!"

"And so should you!" Chat paused as he cleared his voice. "But love isn't something to give up easily so if I keep insisting maybe he'll love me back someday and-" he was hopefully staring at Luka's back becoming smaller.

"Chat!! That's not how it works! You should know that at this point!! Arrghhh!!" She groaned. "And that's my future boyfriend we're talking about! What about that 'meant to be' mantra you kept repeating?"

"Oh? Now you're interested? Too late. I changed targets." He winked before running to chase after the boy. "Hey, Luka!!!!"

"Wait, Chat! That's unfair!" Ladybug ran, catching him up.

"I'm gonna win this!" He said goofily.

"No, you won't!" 

Luka had barely managed to turn before both heroes tackled him, making him fall on his back.

"Ouch!" he took a moment to process the weight on him. "Chat? Ladybug?"

And they started fighting.

"Leave him alone!"

"No, you!"

"Grr," both said.

"Oh, no…" Luka let his body rest on the cold pavement and cursed. What had he done to get caught in such a troublesome situation?

Fin?

#my fic #airip4 #lukanette fic #endgame lukanette #(((check AO3 for the tags)))

[chidoroki]

182 Days of TPN - Day 43

Chapter 43: “81194”

I never really paid too much attention to the chapter titles until I started doing this, so naturally I was unaware one title was simply Ray’s farm identifier. Yeah I noticed the titles when I first read the manga and when new chapters released way back, but I obviously don’t remember any of them now! I have a hard enough time trying to remember the id’s of the other GF kids. (honestly, I dunno any of them aside from the fullscore trio and Isabella’s).

One of the big reasons why this scene feels so short in anime is, of course, the lack of internal dialogue. We even get a moment of hearing the pursuer’s thoughts later on too, as it tries to figure out if it cornered 16194 (Don) or 81194. Yet another loss because we don’t get to see how hard Ray is pushing his brain into overdrive trying to think of a way out of this mess.

The house didn’t have knives but it had a pair of scissors? Unless it’s also from the infirmary..? I know Krone mentioned the room had a scalpel (which the kids do still have as Ray used it to get water from the anemones two chapters ago) but I don’t remember anything about there being scissors anywhere. Eh, whatever.

My boy is so smart. With one less thing to worry about, he can now focus on his own survival. I love that cocky grin of his. He even seems proud that everyone else managed to stay safe so far.

Damn right you gotta to live! Your family needs you! Better yet, they truly want him in their lives as well! Aaahhh he’s so devoted to Emma & the others (as if he wasn’t for his entire life already) and I just love him so very much.

I am grateful that he was thinking ahead if the worst does happen, but the chances of any of the kids finding this small carved message on this exact tree is so darn slim. This forest is massive and they surely can’t waste any time backtracking with demons lurking.

Though Emma can still hear out of her left ear, we occasionally see her rely on her right a bit more, such as now when the kids react to the pursuer whistling to signal its allies. (She uses a similar method to both ears in ch100 and puts her right ear straight to the ground in ch67.)

Mhhhmm she believes in him so much aahh. Also, head pat! Though the anime changes Chris to Jemima here.

Her wound and all this anxiety certainly isn’t doing wonders for her health. Anndd yet another head pat. (I’m like..so tempted to make a whole post dedicated to all the head pats. maybe. eventually..if I remember.)

She was, indeed, not okay. And I know I shouldn’t be impressed that she lasted this long but.. I am. On top of all the blood loss and her whole body heating up, she’s been running for her damn life, while also keeping everyone else safe, and now she’s panicking that one of her best friends could potentially be captured and eaten.. that’s just a lot to handle at once. This girl has been suffering physically, mentally and emotionally for way longer than necessary.

Can’t deny the anime made the whole forest look real pretty though.

Favorite panel/moment:

When a moment is so good we get three variations of it! HELL YEAH! (goes without saying but the cover to volume 6 is one of my favorites).

End of volume 5.

#the promised neverland #tpn manga #182daysoftpn #chidoroki used chatter

[roseddraws]

I lied guys /: I said I’d post my story if the drawing got three notes but I’m gonna post it anyway.

I realised that the only stories/fics I see on tumblr are oneshots, and OC content is usually in the form of comics, but… there’s no way I’m gonna be able to keep up the motivation to make a consistent comic, so. I’m gonna do a drawing for each chapter to make up for it! (Oh and also for context it’s somewhat based on my survival Minecraft world but I’m not gonna tag it as Minecraft cos I feel like that’s kinda clickbait)

It’s called “Hello, I’m here, I’m living in the wall” (:

When the girl woke up, she was drowning.

This is generally considered an unpleasant experience to wake up to, and was met with much panicked thrashing and flailing and unintentional swallowing of water. When her head finally broke the water (which, upon further inspection, wasn’t all that deep) the girl managed to pull herself together enough to swim inelegantly the few metres to shore and catch her breath. Much more calm now, and with space in her head to think, a terrifying realisation dawned on her:

She had no idea where she was.

This was already enough to send her into another panic, only this time, without the threat of drowning to keep her occupied, she was able to actually think about the situation at hand. This is never a good thing to do when one is panicking.

Okay, she thought to herself, Obviously waking up in the ocean is never a good thing, but there must be an explanation for it. I must have been… staying at a friend's house! Yes, that makes sense! And then… did I sleepwalk? …Do I usually sleepwalk? I… can’t remember sleepwalking before…

…

Oh! It was a prank! That’s a common prank for people to do to their friends, isn’t it?! They… dumped me in the ocean, whilst I was… sleeping?

Unfortunately, as the girl pondered this idea, she had three more terrifying realisations:

1. She didn’t think any of her friends would dump her in the ocean as a prank.

2. She couldn’t remember staying at a friend’s house the night before.

3. She couldn’t remember any of her friends.

These thoughts were not helping with her panic attack.

She felt like she was drowning again. It was as if there was a black hole in her chest and it was swallowing her from the inside out, and she was desperately trying to feed it with increasingly frantic gulps of air, but the hole just kept getting bigger and bigger, and it would keep growing until it swallowed her whole. She thought distantly that she needed to cry, but she couldn’t for the life of her remember how. So she did the next best thing.

Beside her in the sand, forgotten in her panic, there was a large wooden chest. She punched it as hard as she could. Then again. And again. And again, and again and again againandagainand—

She let out a guttural scream as she threw herself against the wooden vessel, laying into it with all her strength until nothing but splinters remained.

She felt better.

Not entirely of course, but enough to push aside her misery and frustration and focus on more important matters. Such as survival.

Sifting through what was left of the chest, she found some useful essentials: a flask full of water, a few carrots, some bread, a packet of beetroot seeds, a sheet of paper, planks of wood in various colours, cocoa beans, and what looked to be saplings. The girl had no idea where the convenient container had come from, but she felt slightly guilty about wrecking it now. She muttered a quiet, “Thank you,” as she stuffed the items into her pockets. (They didn’t bulge with the added items, nor did they feel any heavier. The girl didn’t question this, of course, because it was completely normal.)

Standing, the girl took stock of her possessions. She had food, water and building supplies, plus seeds to grow more food from: everything she needed to survive as long as necessary.

Except a name.

Okay, a person didn’t *technically* need a name to survive, but the girl couldn’t help but feel that she did.

And of course, it seemed she’d lost that along with everything else. Shocker.

She tried to think of any good names that she knew, but the knowledge evaded her like everything did when you actually needed it (or it might’ve been related to the amnesia). The girl looked around, taking in her surroundings for the first time since she’d woken up.

In front of her was the ocean, flat as glass and completely featureless, save for a few large, grassy rocks that could hardly be called islands sticking out of the water, perhaps a few miles away. To her left there looked to be… a forest? No; a swamp, filled with strange trees, heavy with vines and looming over her on twisted roots which held them suspended far above the ground. Mangrove trees, her brain supplied. Mangrove? She considered it. A good name for a tree, but the girl didn’t think it would fit her. There were some flowers growing from the mud, though, and they caught her eye. How about Poppy? Rose? As she contemplated her options, she stuck her bare feet into the water, letting the lull of the ocean soothe her.

She felt less soothed by the brush of scales against her ankle.

She yanked her legs back with a yelp, scrubbing at them with sand to get rid of the feeling as she peered into the water.

Oh!

It was a salmon! The fish was stuck in the sand, writhing frantically as it tried to escape. The girl smiled delightedly, relieved to see an animal when she’d been feeling so frightened and alone only minutes before. She picked it up in both hands, muttering apologies as it wriggled and gaped in indignation. She waded deeper into the sea and set it down gently once she judged it deep enough, giggling as it stopped moving in shock for a few moments before apparently remembering how to use its fins and darting away. She watched until it disappeared from sight.

It was decided then: her name was Salmon.

Feeling considerably lighter with this decision, Salmon waded back to shore. She looked into the sky… and her heart immediately sank. She wasn’t sure what time it had been when she’d awoken, but it was now around noon. She had maybe five hours until nightfall. Now, Sal couldn’t remember exactly what that meant, but the idea of being outside when the sun set filled her with a terrible sense of dread. She needed to find shelter.

She decided to follow the shoreline to her right: she didn’t really feel like wading through swamp at that moment. She hoped she could find someplace better to settle further along- or, even better, some people to ask for shelter. She climbed up the sandbank that was blocking her view inland, standing at the top to scan for any settlements.

Ahead of her lay a barren desert.

…

“Oh FUCK off.”

***

Deep in the realm of dreams where all dead things are, a god stirred.

It had been millennia since they’d heard laughter.

#original story #oc #my ocs #oc story #original art #original writing #original character #The Girl and the God

[danco110]

“Stop! Let me go!”

“You’ll never take me alive!”

Two voices sounded from the priestess’s mouth, one with an ethereal hum to it. The clashing souls took turns talking to each other as the cleric’s body flailed wildly around the room.

“For the last time! I am not an exorcist!”

“And why exactly should I believe you?”

The priestess’s neck bent at an unnatural angle, causing the other voice to cry out in alarm.

“Ack! Candles! Light…candles…”

The cleric’s gaze snapped to the far end of the room, where lay flint rocks and several reignited candles. Finally, a wispy spirit flew from the priestess’s mouth, coalescing into a grinning phantom with its tail trailing loosely around the freed woman.

“Sorry. I might have panicked there a bit.”

“You think?” the cleric rasped. “It’s a miracle you didn’t snap my neck with all that floundering about. Ahem…Anyways, yes, I am Lady Chera, here to succeed the late caretaker of the mausoleum here.”

“I see. Well, about the neck thing…”

“Huh?”

The spirit reached out and pushed the side of Chera’s head, turning it much too far to one side. The priestess yelped in alarm, and quickly corrected the awkward pose.

“Did you…Am I dead?”

The spirit shook its head. “You’ve still got your body, right? But, ah, I might’ve made you double-jointed with all that thrashing about. Or, whatever level of jointedness that is.”

Chera flexed her wrists and fingers at extreme angles, unsure of how to react.

“Er, are you all right?”

“Interesting. Gross, but interesting.” Chera shook out her hands and shuddered before staring up at the spirit. “I’m going to continue relighting these candles. Don’t do…that…any more than is necessary.”

“Of course. Of…” The spirit paused. “Wait. Necessary?”

Chera gave the ghost a small smile. “Well, if, say, a rogue vampire comes calling, that little performance may be just the thing to scare them off, don’t you think? That aside, I must admit, it was rather…thrilling, too.”

“Er…sure! Whatever you say!”

#mtg #magic the gathering #innistrad #story bites

[vihaahospitals]

Reasons Why First Aid is Important in Daily Life:

1.Preparedness: Having a basic understanding of the principles of first aid can make all the difference when there’s an emergency or any type of unexpected situation. Knowing how to react and how to provide assistance is essential for anyone who wants to be ready and well-prepared for any sort of medical emergency that may arise. This knowledge gives you the confidence to handle whatever situation may come your way without panicking.

2. Injury Prevention: First aid also teaches people about ways to prevent injuries from happening in the first place such as using safety equipment, proper lifting techniques, fire safety, proper food handling and so much more. Educating yourself can save lives from serious injuries and even death in some cases by knowing what to do before, during and after an accident happens. Knowing the importance of these principles can be a matter of life or death someday!

3. Response Time: When faced with an emergency situation, it's important to act fast which is why first aid training teaches people skills such as CPR and how to properly use a defibrillator machine or other medical devices when needed. This can help save someone’s life if they go into cardiac arrest or suffer from a stroke while they are waiting for professional medical help to arrive on the scene!

4. Reducing Infection Risk: Knowing how to treat minor cuts or abrasions is another important part of having basic first aid training; you need to know how to cleanse wounds correctly in order avoid infections as well as properly bandage an injury in order for it heal correctly without scarring it further down the line. It's also learnt when taking certain types of medications should not be given just in case there are any allergies present that could worsen things even more if administered incorrectly!

5. Peace Of Mind: No one ever wants their day disrupted by serious situations where professional help is essential yet not available right away at all times (especially during off hours), so understanding basic first aid will give your family peace of mind knowing that someone in home is capable handling the problem until help arrives if necessary! This can really reduce stress levels associated with potential dangers that lurk around every corner unexpected times - meaning you avoid having panic attacks while dealing with emergencies too!

6. Feeling Empowered: Dealing with medical issues/situations can be extremely scary but being equipped with the right knowledge pays off over time because now you are no longer powerless when confronting such fears head on - instead feeling empowered because you know exactly what needs done if anything goes wrong days happen suddenly afterwards instead nightmares coming true soon after... The sense assurance always wins out over fear this instance like!

7. Alternatives To Professional: Help In some rare cases there aren't doctors nearby late night yet luckily skilled individuals have been trained enough gain skills needed work through problems presented given same attention would get hands professional anyway potentially saving time pain (both financially physically) depending severity issue hand - which generally win result saves overall worry worry more matter what turns out being most common benefit having taken course general best course action require makes world difference those familiar recently found themselves unfamiliar territory too worries aside due such course existed all begins end

#emergency #surgery #best multispeciality hospital in chennai #best hospital in chennai #private hospital #healthcare #health #hospital

[alchadex]

starter for @hirashins an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind.

Dexio has escaped with the bodies from the anbu warehouse. Find him at whatever means necessary, dead or alive. 

Dex had to be quick - he had to be or he was going to get caught, and he couldn't have that. He had to get out of here before he was found. Before the man he knew was going to hunt him down found him. His shoulders ached from the weight of his friends, feet moving desperately as he pushed himself harder and harder through the woods. Tobirama sensei, please forgive me for what I'm about to do. The words echoed around inside of his head because he knew what he was doing was wrong. 

However, he knew he didn't have a choice. No one was listening to him. He had begged Danzo, begged him to at least let him alert the families that their sons had passed - but he had been shut down and told to drop it. "Do not stick your nose in, Stone Dragon." The words had been said with such ire, such hatred. They both knew he hated that nickname - it had become synonymous with the hatred the village elders had for him. Politics had created it, and the name had become a monicker. He wanted it gone. 

Of course Dex already had everything set up ahead of time. He'd been planning this for weeks, maybe not longer. Ever since he had been dispatched on that mission to 'dispose' of Mizuki and had gotten a good look at the contents of the scroll (which was absolutely strike one, and Tobirama learning that was going to be heartbreaking) he knew he had to try. He just knew. 

He had to bring his friends back, had to try to see them one more time. They deserved that much. Their deaths had to mean something and, right now, with them having almost been turned to nothing but ash, it wouldn't have meant a damn thing. 

Fuck the village. Fuck Konohagakure and their ideals over soldiers.  Fuck Them. 

Dex skidded to a stop in front of the cave that he had everything set aside in, oh so gently laying down the bodies of his friends. He had to do this quick and carefully. Who knew if this was even going to work after all. The jutsu required a sacrifice but Dexio didn't have that - all he had was himself, his will, and his desire to see his friends again.

"Tobirama sensei, please forgive me for using the jutsu you created." He whispered softly, hands working quickly as he scrawled out the symbols he needed in white chalk throughout the circle. His hands were shaking a little, ever so slightly panicked. The anbu were coming after him and would be here any minute so he had to work fast. The chalk was quickly chucked outside of the cave as Dex moved to sit down at the head of the circle. Candles flickered around him as he focused his chakra, hands pressed together in front of him almost like he was praying. 

He could feel the energy pushing through him and, behind his now closed eyes, could see light forming in the circle. 

It was working. It was working! 

Chakra swirled and filled the space, wind currents whipping his own hair around a little bit as he watched fingertips twitch, watched color return to skin as the bodies of his best friends seemed to slowly come back to life. The jutsu had said it required a sacrifice - he knew this so well, it was his sensei's after all - but maybe, just maybe, he was going to be able to get around it. Maybe his kekkei genkai was strong enough to bypass it. 

Pride and so many other emotions began to push up against the inside of Dex's chest at the idea of getting to see his friends even for just another short moment. However, it didn't take long for all of that to come crashing down, reality cracking and breaking around him. 

The air so quickly became sour, decay and rot making the cave absolutely stink. Something was wrong- but it had been going so well at first! Dexio had done everything right, had planned this for so long and he knew, he knew his plan was accident proof. Right? It had to be. He was so sure he would have been able to do this without a sacrifice after all. Oh how wrong he was though. He was in over his head in a major way at the moment, and it was about to come down crashing and burning. 

Dex flinched hard as he saw the ways the bodies began to twist, their skin blistering and cracking with a thick .. something leaking out of them. It had to be blood, it was the only thing that made sense - but it was too dark. Something was wrong wrong wrong. His hands pulled apart rapidly and he scooted towards the back of the cave, eyes watching in abject horror as the bodies twisted and contorted. He'd seen a lot in his time as a shinobi, especially during the war and his time in the anbu. 

But this ... this was worthy of some of the most greusome horror flicks out there. 

The way the bodies contorted and moved wasn't human, bordering on alien. The cave was filled with the sounds of bones cracking and skin splitting. The people in front of him couldn't even be counted as human he felt. They were distortions at best: skin melting off, falling onto the floor of the cave in disgusting clumps. A defeaning shriek from both hit his ears and very quickly Dex's hands came up to cover them. His vision was trembling so hard he genuinely thought there was an earthquake, only to realize a moment later that he was shaking. 

The forms of his friends twisted and unhinged their jaws to speak, and Dex feared what they would say. 

"We want to die."

A shout of agony ripped from his own chest as pain blossomed inside of him. He'd done this to them - done this to his friends. He could see the moment the bodies collapsed and practically melted away into nothing, blood covering the floor, skewing the sigils he had drawn all over. 

Dex fell to his knees and promptly lost the contents of his stomach, bile burning the inside of his throat and mouth as the pain grew whiter and hotter inside of him. "No no no, I'm sorry- this wasn't supposed to happen." He pleaded to no one in particular. Maybe it was the jutsu he was yelling at, the chakra seeming to have a mind of its own as he grew angrier and angrier in the space. 

This wasn't supposed to happen.  He just wanted to save his friends!

Another scream split from him as molten hot pain appeared behind his eyes, vision whiting out from the intensity of it. His body curled forward with a hand pressing over his right eye, nails digging so hard into the skin just to try to get the pain to stop stop stop. He'd dig out his own eyes if it meant that it would go away. His palms and fingertips slid along the skin on his cheeks. Blood. There was blood where was it coming from?!

It took a moment for Dex to realize it was dripping from his eyes, hands pulling away to take a look. Everything was so fuzzy and he couldn't tell what was happening through the pain. The nails on his right hand had managed to dig so hard into his own skin it had opened up, the gash wide and dripping onto the floor. Every blind it got harder and harder to see. It took a second for everything to click: he was going blind. 

He'd failed and he was going blind. A heartbreaking sound came from his as blood soaked hands moved up into his hair, tugging from the roots just to try to redirect the pain somewhere else. He could hear voices echoing through the cave, his mind not even connecting that it was his own, apologizing over and over. I'm sorry I'm sorry, I just wanted to save my friends. Tobirama sensei I'm so sorry, please forgive me. 

Legs pulled up tight against his chest as he tucked himself as far back against the wall as he could. The candles that were left gave him an eerie glow, and made his now blind, greyed out eyes seem that much more empty. Face pressing into the spot between his knees he did his best to hide from what was happening. He just wanted it to go away. He wanted it to stop. It hurt so bad. So so bad. 

Sensei, help. 

#hirashins #verse : naruto #convo : starter #timeline : blinding era #// referring to dex losing his sight in this verse #cw : gore + graphic depictions of violence + blood #cw : mentions of bile/vomit #PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION.

[miraculouscontent]

Marinette was officially done with Hawk Moth interfering in her life. She could take him interrupting school, or her time out with friends (which had become increasingly awkward as of late anyway), or even her moments of being bogged down with projects.

But interrupting her one-on-one time with Luka? First their movie date and now their moment of getting ice cream together? Absolutely not.

As far as she was concerned, this meant war. If Hawk Moth wanted to shove himself into her life like a nosy busybody who couldn’t go five seconds without trying to take away her means of happiness, then fine.

Two could play at that game, and she was feeling petty enough to make the next move. She’d had to mull over the subject for a while to figure anything out, not to stop him for good exactly, but at least put an annoying dent in his plans, much like he always did with her.

She had an idea by evening, and got to put it into action right after school. She was saying good-bye to a few of her friends, and had hopped onto the back of Luka’s bike afterwards, her hands carefully on his waist while he rode off along the sidewalk.

A flicker of black and purple caught her eye, and instead of the usual dread or panic, she grinned to herself.

“Luka! Stop!”

He stiffened, but obeyed, putting full force on the brakes and screeching the bike to a sudden halt.

“What’s wrong?” he asked in concern.

Hurriedly getting off the bike, she took off her helmet and handed it to him. “I’m sorry, will you wait here for a few minutes? I promise I’ll be right back!”

Knowing she had to be quick, she didn’t wait for him to reply. She placed a hand on his shoulder, leaning in to place a long, meaningful kiss on his cheek.

If he had prepared a reply, the kiss stopped it, and she ran off to the nearest hiding place while he stared blankly ahead at nothing.

After ducking into an alley and taking a quick look around to ensure it was safe, Marinette opened her purse to let out Tikki, as well with the other kwami necessary for her plans: Kaalki.

“Let’s do this!”

— — — — —

Soon after Pegabug had entered the scene, giving chase to the akuma, Chat Noir wasn’t far behind. Part of her questioned how he’d gotten there so soon, but she squashed the thought just as quickly as it’d come so as to not dwell on the potential identity questions.

“Love the new look, m’lady. What’s the occasion?” he asked in his usual flirtatious tone. “Or did you dress up just for me?”

“Not now, Chat,” she replied shortly, adjusting her sunglasses as she neared the butterfly in question. “I need you to do something for me.”

“Of course! Anything.”

“When I give the command, grab the akuma.”

“I—” He blanked. “Grab it?”

“I’ll explain later,” she assured. Squinting at the butterfly, which seemed to be on a straight path, she felt the moment hit like the epiphany of her Lucky Charm. “Now!”

Slightly panicked, but not asking anything more, Chat Noir sped forward. He dropped to all fours to pick up speed, then leapt for the butterfly. In a swift motion, he trapped the akuma between his hands, and Pegabug reeled her hand back as she felt the charge of her power.

“Voyage!”

The portal launched from her hands, manifesting right in front of Chat Noir. He went through and she followed behind him.

On the side of the portal, she landed politely on her feet while he crashed onto the floor, though he managed to keep the akuma contained in his hands.

A startled Wang Cheng stood up from his chair, looking between the two in surprise, but he calmed himself soon after. “It is time?”

“Yes,” she confirmed, walking over and helping Chat up due to his inability to use his hands.

He shook himself of the impact, then glanced at Wang, Pegabug, and finally the night sky out the window. “M’lady, if he means time to explain why you catapulted us to China, then I’m all ears.” His fake cat ears twitched in emphasis.

“Not exactly, but we can do that too,” she assured. Closing her eyes, she whispered a quick, “Kaalki, divide,” to allow the horse part of her transformation to drop. Pulling out her yoyo to grab a treat, she offered it to Kaalki to let her recharge before addressing the issue properly.

“Chat, you remember Wang,” she stated, walking alongside Wang as they traversed the rooms of the house. Hearing Chat’s footsteps behind her, she continued, “We saved him after he was akumatized into Kung Food.”

“Yeah, I remember,” Chat confirmed, still just as puzzled as before.

“Well, he’s the only one I know who’s out of the country.” She grinned slyly. “And out of Hawk Moth’s radius.”

Chat tilted his head. “Radius?”

Ladybug waited to answer until she saw the little habitat that had been set up, exactly as she’d asked for. Wang opened it for her and stepped aside, then gestured to it, which gave Chat enough of a hint to approach and outstretch his arms so they were inside the mini enclosure.

He hesitated, but released the akuma and recoiled quick enough for Ladybug to snap the habitat shut, thus sealing the butterfly inside.

“The butterfly miraculous has limits,” she explained, pointing to the trapped akuma, “and this is one of them. Hawk Moth can’t sense or do anything with this akuma from this distance, and he’s only allowed one at a time.”

“Meaning...?”

“Meaning that he can’t make another until this one breathes its last breath.” She tossed a grateful smile Wang’s way. “So please take good care of it, sir.”

Wang bowed his head in respect. Chat, meanwhile, was gaping.

“Wait, so that means—?”

“It might not be long,” she admitted, “because we don’t know how old this butterfly is, but—” She raised a finger as she made her point. “—as long as it lives and kept in that habitat, he can’t akumatize anyone.”

With a confident walk, she made her way back to the room they’d originally come from.

Chat, still in a state of shock, followed after and kept pace with her. “What about sentimonsters?”

Ladybug shrugged. “Mayura can still send them if she wants, but it’ll go just as badly.”

“Why?”

“For one, sentimonsters follow the orders of the one with the object, and no akuma means that Hawk Moth doesn’t have any control. For two, if I can teleport the feather away before Mayura can de-power it herself, then she’s stuck with no sentimonster for even longer than the akuma. Feathers take a few months to wear out, and I think they know that. Once they realize the risks, I don’t think we’ll be seeing any sentimonsters all by themselves.”

Stopping at the spot where she’d made the portal originally, she tossed a smile Kaalki’s way and outstretched her hands accordingly, calling upon her transformation once again with, “Tikki, Kaalki, unify!”

Chat didn’t even flinch at the flash of light, staring at the floor instead as he scratched his head. “But—uh—” He paused, needing a moment to come up with more questions. “what if Mayura makes her own sentimonster again?”

“Then I’m sending it to the moon,” she answered nonchalantly. “If they want to waste my time like this, then I’m not messing around anymore. Either they come fight me themselves or I’m keeping every akuma and feather I can here, where they can’t do anything with them.”

He opened his mouth, perhaps to throw out another argument, but she’s stumped him. His lips pursed as he seemed deep in thought, which evolved into a pout as he asked, “So, I guess we won’t be spending as much time together?”

“What?” Pegabug raised a brow, thrown off by that being his concern.

“A-ah—” He seemed to catch himself, waving his hands in defense. “Nothing, m’lady! You’re a genius, as always, and we still have patrols!”

“...Thanks,” she said neutrally, her mind on anything but him even as he tried to flirt.

After all, there was someone waiting for her back in Paris.

— — — — —

“Luka!”

Marinette beamed in both gratefulness and relief as she saw Luka still in the same spot as before, and even in the same position as well. She ran up to him, grabbing his shoulder again with one hand while she took her helmet back with the other.

She kissed his cheek again, a little more lightly than before but with just as much affection. The contact seemed to bring him back to life, his smile returning to his face as he settled his hands back on the bike’s handles.

“Did everything work out alright?” he asked.

“Mhm. I was just—” She paused, a lie almost reflexively coming out of her mouth before she settled on the closest thing to the truth she could, deciding that he deserved as much. “—taking care of something. Hopefully it works out.”

“Knowing you, I bet it will,” he assured with a fond look.

She beamed at him and put her helmet back on, settling herself behind him on his bike so her hands could rest on his waist again. She heard the ‘clink’ of the kickstand as Luka nudged it up with his heel, and then they were off again.

Happy thoughts of Hawk Moth screaming in his lair as he discovered her plan slowly transitioned into blissful imaginings of all the uninterrupted dates she could go on now. Out of sight, out of mind, just as Hawk Moth deserved to be.

#MC's Writing #writing: story #category: trash #episode: Truth #((A theory I've had on akuma following the trend of ''Startrain'')) #((Pettinette still lives on.)) #((And in other news Shadow Moth can go shove it.)) #Lukanette #Pro LukaMari #((by the way)) #((I know he's Shadow Moth now but that doesn't get revealed to them until Truth (the akuma; not the episode) happens.)) #((So he's referred to as ''Hawk Moth.'')) #((and Ladybug and Chat think that Mayura is still a thing.)) #((I had a few alternate paths for this but this seemed like the most fun.)) #((AND I got to give Marinette's great-uncle an actual ROLE!))

[oatpubby]

⭐What To Do When You Can't Regress 🦕

Someday's it's hard to feel small. Or some weeks..and even some months. This is nothing to feel ashamed of, of course. It's normal to have periods where no matter what you do it feel like you can't be small. I hope that this post can help you, even if just a bit.

~🧸🧩🧁🍼~

🍒Take it slow. Nothing was ever and will ever be solved by panicking, stressing, and rushing yourself when you aren't ready yet. Sometimes a break can be a good thing, so that when you get back into it you feel ready and refreshed.

🍒The next time you have a day off, set aside as much time as you can for: Hanging out with a cg, sibby, little friend, or anyone you trust in your regressed state. Even being alone is fine. What are some things little you loves? Spend the day trying to focus on those things (but don't push it if you can't)

🍒Going to a favorite little spot. Maybe this is the park, buildabear, a toy shop, or a restaurant with really good Mac and cheese. Spend time there and try to let any negative thoughts go. If you don't feel regressed? Try faking it and pretending you do. Sometimes this can trick yourself into eventually feeling smaller for real.

🍒The little things count! (See what I did there? Lol) So don't be afraid to treat yourself with something new, even if it's small. Going to the dollar tree for a new bubble blower, or bath toy. Playing pretend (like you're a princess/prince going to the great stuffie ball, or a tea party or dance party. You're a fish in your bubble bath!) Getting some chalk and drawing your favorite stuffie out on the sidewalk (don't forget to show them your work!) Even if you don't feel like it, that small thing could make a difference.

🍒Making your room feel smaller. Recently I got new bedsheets, they have unicorns and rainbows on them. I feel much smaller in these sheets, and they have so many other kinds. Even just a small blanket, a poster, sticking your finished coloring sheets on the walls, or a corner of the room dedicated to your stuffies and play things.

🍒Don't neglect yourself. Make sure to set up chores and things you need to do for yourself if you don't have a cg to do this for you. A clean room can help to make a cleaner mind, as silly as it may sound. Your room is your safe space, so treat it like one and pick up. Don't forget to clean your teeth, your face and body. And of course, make yourself a nourishing meal you love with lots of water. A reset to your area might be what you need.

🍒Check to make sure you're taking your meds and getting all your vitamins. Did you know vitamin deficiencies can cause you to feel sad and tired all the time? I found out when going to the doctor I was feeling icky and upset because I had a bad vitamin D deficiency. And now I feel better! Consider a multivitamin, (yes you can take the kids ones!) and spending extra time in the sun (with sunscreen, of course!)

🍒Do things you think are fun and exciting! It's tempting to lay around all day and scroll through social media, but this can be bad for you if you overdo it! Take some time away from the tech and think. What is stopping you from doing what you reallllyyy wish you could be doing right now? Chances are, there is at least one thing that interests you that you could be doing. Don't drag yourself away from your interests if you're feeling bad. I've been there, and it doesn't help you feel any better. I know I said not to force things earlier, but a tiny tiny push into something you like is different.

Over all, don't do anything you aren't truly ready for. But definitely take necessary steps that you know will help. Take care of big you first, and little you is sure to pop back out for some fun.

#sfw agere #age dreaming #sfw age regression #sfw littlespace #age regression #agedre #sfw cglre #agere cg #cglre caregiver #sfw caregiver #cglre community #agere community #agere post #agere positivity #agere blog #age regressor #sfw agere community #agedre community #sfw littlexspace #agere tips

[thefanficmonster]

heisenberg headcanons with a pregnant s/o and how he is during the reader going into labor and the birth?

Omg cue panicking dad Heisenberg ~ Enjoy! 💕

- It goes without saying that Karl is not all too familiar with the phenomenon that is pregnancy and child birth

- He's only ever known the fucked up kind Miranda used to create him and the other Lords and unfortunately that is exactly why you telling him had him so terrified

- You had to go through the whole process of explaining to him what it was and what it entailed and he was quick to switch from worried and petrified to overjoyed

- To be fair, not all of the worry left him considering that you also mentioned the risks and tribulations of it all

- He practically made it his duty to make you the most comfortable you can be and experience the least amount of pain and discomfort

- Of course, not all was up to external factors so when he could do nothing to help you he felt so small and meaningless and powerless and although he tried to hide it, you saw right through his façade

- So, putting your discomfort aside, you did your best to comfort him

- The man did as much research as he could on his own to learn better way so take care of you and more efficient ways to ease your pain

- He also raised his protectiveness of you which was already high to begin with

- He had his weapons roaming around inside and outside the factory, monitoring it 24/7

- Yeah you tried to tell him it wasn't necessary

- Yeah he gave you a long talking-to on why it was

- So the weapons stayed roaming around and freaking you out every so often but you got used to it

- Remember how badly Karl handled you being in pain?

- Well you can imagine how hard of a time he had during the birth itself

- During the turmoil you luckily had the assistance of Donna who thankfully knew a lot more about the whole process than Karl did and even though you were in for a very unpleasant ride, you knew you were in safe hands

- Side note: You and Donna had been friends for a while at that point without Karl knowing so you trusted her without a single hesitation

- Meanwhile, Donna forced Heisenberg to sit in a different room, preferably far enough to not hear your screams of agony 

- Unfortunately she could only get him as far as out in the hall instead of the other side of the factory but in the end it all worked out well

- When she called him back into the room he saw the most beautiful sight he had ever seen

- You laying on the bed with your hear a mess, stuck to your sweaty forehead, complexion pale and eyes showing your exhaustion but in your arm was a bundle of towels which wrapped around the tiny baby that was now his child

- Yours and his and they could not be more beautiful to him or to you

- Neither of you had a clue what true love was until you met each other

- But that’s when you realized there was an even truer form than you thought

- And damn was it mesmerizing

#resident evil #resident evil 8 #resident evil heisenberg #resident evil village #re8 #re village #karl #karl x reader #karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg fanfic #resident evil karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg x you #karl heisenberg x reader #heisenberg #heisenberg x reader #re8 heisenberg #karl hesienberg #heisenberg x you #karl heisenberg imagines #video game headcanons #re headcanons #headcanons #video games #video game fanfic #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #x reader #reader #request

[eliemo]

Bored of Love

Summary: Virgil knows Roman is going to leave if he doesn't change. But he still has time. He can fix this.

TWs: social anxiety, fear of a breakup, misunderstandings

Notes: Enjoy this little oneshot while I work on some of my bigger projects. Romantic Prinxiety, established relationship

Virgil didn’t know how much longer he could keep doing this.

Which was stupid, he’d put himself in this position. It’d be selfish of him to back out of it now. He might ruin everything irreparably if he even tried.

Virgil could suck it up and deal with this, even if it felt like he was going to die the next time he stepped into a public place the Imagination created for him.

But that didn’t matter. Because this was for Roman- and Roman was beaming. He’d been thrilled all week, eyes lighting up in a way that made Virgil dizzy whenever he suggested another date idea or activity to the Prince, carefully hiding the exhausted waver in his voice that hadn’t gone away after three straight days of taking Roman out.

He’d thought he might have been going a little overboard, offering to go out and do things day after day. He’d been a little worried Roman would catch on to what he was doing. Maybe he’d laugh at how disgustingly desperate Virgil was.

But he didn’t. The Prince just looked more excited each time, jumping up and sweeping Virgil off his feet and into an embrace when a new idea was presented.

And that made it worth it. Roman was happy- happy with Virgil- and that was the best feeling in the world. If it meant Roman would keep loving him, that Roman would stay, a little exhaustion and extra anxiety was something he could live with.

Virgil was just...glad he’d forced himself to do this before it was too late.

He hadn’t noticed it until last week, how...annoying it must be for Roman whenever Virgil wanted to stay in and do nothing. Again.

Virgil had thought it would be ok, that Roman understood that sometimes going out and doing things, being active and social, was just a little too much. He’d warned Roman about it before they’d gotten together, that his anxiety could be an obstacle, that he’d do his best but he’d always prefer to be alone with his boyfriend, held safely against his chest.

And Roman hadn’t cared. Not even for a second. He’d waved it off with grand declarations of love that he’d quickly pushed aside in favor of more serious, quiet promises, holding Virgil close to make sure he understood.

All he wanted was Virgil to be comfortable and happy. All he wanted was for them to be together. If Virgil would let Roman love him, he would be happy no matter what they did.

And that’s what they’d done. And everything had been...perfect. It had been better than he’d ever thought it could be, everything he’d never let himself dare to hope for. Being with Roman made the world feel ok, and the bad days more than worth it.

Virgil loved him. And he was so so scared to mess this up.

Which was why last week, when Roman had actually been annoyed by his introversion for the first time, Virgil had panicked immediately and scrambled to fix everything.

Roman had suggested going out on a date night, something a bit more extravagant than their usual quiet dinner in Roman’s room or in the empty kitchen. And as nice as it sounded, Virgil knew there was absolutely no way he would have been able to handle it that night.

His anxiety had been acting up, leaving him jumpy and tired, and even just the thought of venturing out into the Imagination left him wanting to curl up in his bed and never leave.

And he’d said as much, sheepishly admitting he’d really rather just stay inside for the night. And instead of the usual gentle understanding he got in return, Roman had scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“Of course you don't,” he’d muttered. “Come on, Virgil, you never want to do anything fun. Staying inside all day is boring. I’m just trying to do something nice for you like a boyfriend is supposed to do since apparently you can’t return the favor.”

And then he’d stormed off, probably to complain to Patton and Logan, and Virgil he’d been left on the couch feeling like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over his head.

Roman had said when they’d started dating that it was ok, that he didn’t care. He wanted Virgil, not the dates and outings and activities. He wouldn’t care if Virgil was too anxious to go out. He’d be perfectly content curling up in bed and watching a movie they’d both seen a hundred times before.

Was that...not true? Had he changed his mind? Was Virgil getting boring? Was he annoying Roman?

Was Roman going to leave if Virgil didn’t hurry up and get it together?

Maybe it was already too late. Maybe Roman had already gotten bored and fallen out of love with him. Maybe there was nothing Virgil could do to convince him to stay with someone like Anxiety.

Beneath the panic, Virgil had recognized he was spiraling. Roman wouldn’t leave him, not out of nowhere. Not over this. Virgil still had time to fix things. He could be better.

Roman had apologized less than an hour later, complete with a bundle of purple flowers and a nervous smile. Virgil hadn’t been mad, of course, and he assumed the apology had only felt necessary because it was impossible for Virgil to hide the fact he’d been crying.

But they were fine now. That had been days ago, and Roman clearly wasn’t giving it a second thought.

But Virgil hadn’t stopped thinking about it, and the next day he’d come to Roman with a date idea, something similar to what Roman had suggested. Virgil had been tired and a little unfocused, but it had been worth it to see Roman positively beam at him.

And then Virgil hadn’t...stopped. He’d kept making plans around their pre-existing schedule for filming and time with the others, more and more piling up until Virgil couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a moment to himself.

It had almost been almost a week now, a week of taking Roman out every day and pushing down panic and exhaustion because Virgil was fine. This is what he wanted because it was what Roman wanted.

Every time a date ended the thoughts would come rushing back, panicked and insistent that Roman was still going to leave him no matter what he did. What if it hadn’t been enough? What if Roman had wanted more? What if Virgil had been too quiet- too boring?

They wouldn’t be silent until Virgil made another plan, took them out again, until Roman smiled with undeniable excitement and led them back into the bustling Imagination.

They had another dinner date tonight, in just a couple hours. Virgil found himself hunched over the breakfast bar in the kitchen, staring blankly at his half empty mug of coffee, and trying very hard not to think about how Logan was staring at him.

“Virgil,” Logan said carefully, and Virgil heard him approach from the kitchen doorway. “Are you...alright?”

“I’m fine,” Virgil said quickly, too quickly, because he wasn’t fine, it felt like he was going to break down if he had to do one more thing today. They’d already worked on filming, and Thomas had gone out with a friend that morning, and Virgil just wanted to sleep. “Why?”

He heard Logan move even closer, tensing when the logical side put a hand on his shoulder. “Because you’ve been incredibly active this last week, and that isn’t like you.”

Virgil grimaced and shook off his hand, probably more aggressively than was necessary. “I’m fine. Maybe I like being active.”

“You don’t,” Logan said, and it wasn’t a question. “And there is nothing wrong with that, Virgil. Some people are more introverted than others, and socializing drains them more quickly. Not to mention your anxiety makes you—”

“Yeah, I know,” Virgil snapped, pushing himself off the stool to dump his coffee in the sink. “I’m shit at doing things and I’m trying to fix that.”

“There is nothing to fix, Virgil. Pushing yourself like this will only hurt you. I don’t understand why you’re doing this to yourself.”

Virgil sighed, squeezing his eyes shut and grabbing at the edge of the counter to keep himself from having a breakdown on the kitchen floor. Logan didn’t deserve to deal with that.

“I’m taking my boyfriend out to dinner,” he said, hating how his voice shook. “And I took him out a few times this week because he deserves it. That’s all. I’m fine, Logan.”

Logan was silent a moment, Virgil still refusing to turn around. “If you told Roman this was hurting you, I’m sure he would—”

“Don’t tell Roman.” Virgil finally spun around, eyes wide and panicked, meeting Logan’s raised eyebrow.“Please, don’t tell Roman, Lo you can't.”

Logan shook his head, watching Virgil with a mix of something between sympathy and concern. “It is not my place to talk to Roman about this. But I do not recommend letting this continue.”

“I’m doing this to make him happy,” Virgil said, and it sounded small and pathetic to his own ears. “I’m...I have to, Lo. He deserves so much better.”

Logan sighed, short and quiet, and for a second Virgil thought he was going to be told off. Virgil was being ridiculous, and no amount of faking excitement and energy could get Roman to stay with someone like him.

But Logan just reached over to squeeze his hand, smiling gently. “Roman is happier than he has been in years since entering a relationship with you. Please try to remember that.”

And then he was gone, leaving Virgil to try and catch his breath in the middle of an empty kitchen until he found the strength to hurry upstairs to get ready for dinner.

--

Dinner was great, obviously. It was great because Roman was there, smiling, eyes twinkling as he talked about...something. For the life of him, Virgil couldn’t focus on the conversation anymore.

He was exhausted and the background chatter of the other people in the restaurant (because of course when Roman created something he had to make it as realistic as possible- what was the fun in a date at a fancy restaurant if it was completely empty and quiet?) was grating against his skull. It was too much and as wonderful as it was to see Roman so happy, Virgil just wanted it to be over.

He wanted to go home. He wanted to go back to Roman’s room and climb into bed and sleep against the Prince’s chest and forget about the world.

But he couldn’t, because this wasn’t enough. It still wasn’t enough, he had to do more because the second Virgil showed just how much he hated this Roman would stop smiling, and he’d realize just how awful Virgil was to be with. Roman was a Prince, he deserved so much better than Anxiety, and if Virgil didn’t change—

“Virgil?” Roman had stopped talking, and Virgil quickly snapped to attention when he realized Prince was staring at him, brow furrowed. “Are you alright?”

It took Virgil a moment to notice he’d started shaking, uncontrollable trembling that was impossible to hide when he took a sip of his water.

But he was fine. He was fine and he needed to get over himself before Roman picked up on anything.

“I’m good, Princey,” he said, cursing how weak his voice sounded. “Do you want to go out to breakfast tomorrow? I had some ideas.”

Roman stared for a second, and Virgil’s heart sank when his smile started to drop. “You’re shaking like a leaf, Virgil. Do you feel sick?”

“No.” Virgil squeezed his hands into fists, nails digging painfully into his palms. “I’m fine, I’m...I’m just cold. It’s cold in here. Do you want to do breakfast tomorrow?”

It was clearly a lie, Roman always kept the temperature perfect in his realm, and Virgil felt more like he was overheating than anything.

“Virge...” he reached forward, freezing when Virgil flinched back before he could stop himself. “Honey, you...do not look fine.”

“I am,” Virgil argued, even as tears began to gather in his eyes. “I’m fine, I swear. We’re having a fun time, I’m ok. You’re...you’re having fun, right? You like these dates?”

Roman didn’t respond for a moment, cautiously looking Virgil over before speaking carefully. “I...I do, but—”

“That’s good!” It came out a bit too desperate, and Virgil internally cringed. “That’s...that’s good. They’re for you.”

“But I’m an extrovert,” Roman said. “We know I enjoy being out and about like this. You’re...Virgil, it’s ok if you don’t want to.”

“No, I do. I do want to, I promise. We’re..we’re having fun. You’ve been having fun.”

“I have,” Roman said slowly. “But if it’s at the cost of your mental health we can have fun doing other things. You don’t have to push yourself.”

“Yes I do,” Virgil said before he could stop himself, wincing when his voice broke. “And I’m fine. Do you want to go out to breakfast tomorrow?”

Roman was silent for a long moment, too long, watching Virgil like he was worried the anxious side might break. Virgil thought he might, too.

“Actually,” the Prince started, voice soft. “I was thinking we could stay in tomorrow.”

Virgil hated how quickly his head shot up, hope clawing at his chest when he saw the sincerity in Roman’s eyes. “You were?”

“I was,” Roman said. “I may not be as good as Patton, but I could figure out how to cook us something edible. We could eat it in bed and watch movies, if you’d like.”

It was like a weight had just been lifted off of Virgil’s shoulders, letting him breathe for the first time all week as he wiped away tears still pooling in his eyes. “That...would be really nice. If- if that’s what you want to do. If you’re sure.”

Roman nodded, back to smiling gently, and Virgil couldn’t even try to hold back the pathetic sobs that broke free, leaving him hunched over and trembling in the middle of the restaurant.

He heard Roman’s chair scoot back and for a terrifying second he thought the Prince was leaving, finally giving up on the pathetic mess sitting across from him.

But then there was another chair being pulled up beside him, and Roman had gathered Virgil into his arms and against his chest, letting Virgil cry into his shirt as he held him close.

“I’m sorry,” Roman said, and Virgil didn’t understand why he was the one apologizing. “Gosh, I’m sorry Virgil. I’ve...I’ve been so selfish, haven’t I?”

“What?” Virgil pulled back, still clutching at Roman’s shirt. “You’re not being selfish, Ro. I’m...I’ve been trying to make you happy.”

“I was perfectly happy how we were,” Roman said softly. “I thought you were being more social and I didn't want to discourage you, but I completely missed the signs that you weren’t enjoying it.”

“I was enjoying it,” Virgil said, and it was only half a lie. “You were so happy. You were happy. It was worth it.”

“You’re breaking down,” Roman said, and Virgil flinched. “Nothing is worth this.”

“But—”

“I’m gonna talk to Logan about a day off,” Roman continued before Virgil could argue. “You’re going to sleep in, and I’m going to make you breakfast, and we’ll spend the day unwinding. Alright?”

It sounded amazing, like everything Virgil had been desperately wanting all week long, but...but it was the opposite of what he’d been trying to do. He’d ruined the night, and Roman...Roman didn’t look upset, but...

“Are...are you mad? It’s ok if you are, but I—”

“No baby,” Roman said, soft and gentle in a way that only shattered Virgil’s resolve further. “I’m not mad at all.”

Virgil wasn’t sure he entirely believed that, not when he’d so royally fucked everything up. “I’m...sorry. I’m so sorry, I was just trying to be better.”

He felt Roman freeze, tightening his hold for just a second before loosening again to look Virgil in the eyes. “Better?”

“Yeah,” Virgil agreed, not sure why it was a question. “I’m...look, Princey I know I’m a shitty boyfriend and I- I don’t know how long you’re going to put up with it so I’m...trying to change. I can do better. I promise I can do better next time.”

Roman was silent for a long moment, and Virgil expected him to sigh, begrudgingly admit that Virgil was right, he’d just been hoping his frustration wasn’t so obvious, and agree to try another date tomorrow when Virgil got over himself.

Instead Roman tightened his hold, eyes wide and...horrified? “What on earth are you talking about?”

Virgil frowned back at him, panic and uncertainty coiling in his gut because he hadn’t actually thought any of this needed to be explained.

“I know I hold you back,” Virgil said, continuing before Roman could protest. “You love going out and doing things and I know it’s...frustrating that I don’t. You don’t go on quests as much anymore and you're less active because I like to stay in, and I don’t take you out like I should, and I—”

“I don’t go out as much because I’m happy spending time with you,” Roman cut in. “I’d go out if I wanted to, darling. I like staying in with you. Yes, these dates have been wonderful, and I appreciate them. But I’d prefer to do something where both of us are comfortable.”

“But—” Virgil’s breath caught on another sob, and he tightened his hold on the Prince. “But you said I never...I- I thought you were getting bored with me.”

Roman looked confused, but it only lasted a second before realization took over. “Is this...is this because of the fight we had?”

Virgil shrugged, eyes on his lap. “It...wasn’t a fight. You were honest with me and I tried to fix what I was doing wrong.”

“Oh, baby.” Roman’s hands were suddenly cupping his face, tilting his chin up to meet Virgil’s gaze. “That wasn’t me being honest, Virgil. That was me being an asshole because I had a long day and I took it out on you. It wasn’t fair. I didn’t mean any of it.”

Virgil couldn’t see with the way the tears were blurring his vision, but the anxiety that had been relentlessly wrapped around his heart since Roman had lashed out was beginning to unravel.

“Oh,” he said, a little breathless. “I thought...I just wanted this to be perfect for you. I wanted to be good.”

“Neither one of us will ever be perfect.” Roman smiled, wiping away Virgil’s tears with his thumb. “But I love you. I love you so much, Virgil. You’re perfect to me.”

Virgil struggled to breathe around hiccuping sobs still coming from his chest, completely lost because this wasn’t...this was all wrong. “But you...you deserve the best.”

“And I have that. You being comfortable and safe is all I could ever want, Virgil. You’re my world.”

And well...great. Now Virgil was crying in earnest all over again, collapsing into Roman’s chest and letting it all out, melting into his embrace as he once again held him tight.

Roman shushed him gently, rocking them both where they sat, running gentle fingers through Virgil’s hair. “You deserve the best too, Virgil. Please don’t ever put yourself below me.”

“I do have the best,” Virgil said, muffled from where he’d buried his face in Roman’s chest. “If...if you stay.” He quickly pulled back, panic clawing at his throat. “Not- not that you have to stay. You don’t. I’m not...you’re not trapped or anything, I just—”

“I know, Virgil,” Roman said gently, and he relaxed again. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Ok,” Virgil sighed, breaths still shaky, head rested on Roman’s shoulder. “Sorry for ruining dinner.”

“You didn’t,” Roman assured, rubbing gentle circles along the anxious side’s back. “Would you like to go home?”

Virgil probably nodded a bit too fast, but Roman didn’t seem annoyed in the slightest. He just scooped Virgil up bridal style and carried him through the now silent restaurant. Virgil belatedly realized Roman had gotten rid of the rest of the customers.

“I love you,” Virgil whispered, wrapping his arms tight around Roman’s shoulder when the Prince kissed the top of his head. “I’m really sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” Roman said, stern but gentle in a way that didn’t send Virgil’s anxiety skyrocketing. “I’m going to take care of you.”

Virgil nodded, too tired to form another response, closing his eyes and letting Roman take them back to his room. For the first time all week, Virgil found himself looking forward to what tomorrow held.

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