#first I couldn't go because of exams and then there was summer break and then I just didnt go :(

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LEARN TO LOVE✩༶‧˚

GENRE + T/W: sfw, fluff, angst. WORD COUNT: 1.9k words. TAGS: satoru gojo x fem!oc, boyfriend!gojo, adopedkiddos!megumi & tsumiki

SYNOPSIS: satoru brings home two kids for oc gojo girlfriend to raise with him without her knowing. AUTHOR'S NOTE: this is how oc gojo girlfriend meets tsumiki and megumi for the first time. i try to keep as factual as possible with the manga/anime, but some details might slip through the cracks. REMINDER: if you want to imagine yourself in oc gojo girlfriend's character descriptions instead, please do!

“gotcha! i’ll take care of things. you’re gonna have to work extra hard, i’m counting on ya,” the white haired sorcerer chirped at his newly kidnapped? adopted children.

“first things first kiddos, there’s someone i’d like you to meet.” satoru gojo chimed as megumi and tsumiki fushiguro backpacked their belongings to tokyo jujutsu high school with him.

“are we meeting someone important?” tsumiki curiously asked.

tsumiki fushiguro was a cheerful child who always had a smile on her face. she wore the cutest pink dress with ruffles. megumi glared into the distance as he followed behind them.

“absolutely. the most important person in my life!” satoru announced, grinning. he beamed with pride towards the kids, hiding the terror of the fact that he didn’t even tell you that he was bringing two kids home for you to help him raise.

tokyo jujutsu high: the girls' dorm

you were studying for the second years' final exam, something your boyfriend also should've been doing but he was off doing who knows what. just because jujutsu high wasn't a "traditional" high school, didn't mean you didn't deserve an education as well.

a familiar knock on your dorm room's door startled you out of your studying. it was none other than satoru gojo, you could tell just by the way he knocked on your door. you turned around from your desk as satoru opened the door and called out to you.

"(y/n), hey."

well, that sure got your attention. not even a greeting with a pet name?

"hi babe," you greeted him with suspicious eyes.

satoru had two kids with him. they were both carrying backpacks while satoru rolled two large suitcases next to your bed.

"who are these kiddos?"

you looked at the two children. there was a boy and a girl. they couldn't have been more than 8 years old. the boy had dark blue spikey hair and green eyes (he also looked miserable). the girl had a brown ponytail and a sweet smile on her face.

"they're our kids now", satoru looked at you and grinned.

this man had to be joking. they surely had to be his younger cousins you hadn't met before. however, you were pretty sure you met a majority of his family when you went back to visit the gojo clan over the summer break. and there was no way he was a father of two at 18 years old.

"hey you two, go on and sit down for a bit. i have to talk to miss (y/n) for a second."

the two children obediently sat down on your dorm room's floor. the girl took out some snacks and the boy took out a book. satoru grabbed your hand and led you to your bathroom, closing the door with haste.

"satoru, who are those kids? i want the truth, please." you sternly asked him, furrowing your brows in disconcertment. you used his first name in hopes that he would understand how serious you were.

"i'm taking them in." he shrugged nonchalantly.

"what? what do you mean you're taking them in? you're literally 18. you can't be a dad. you have to be joking." you looked at him in bewilderment.

you started to laugh in disbelief. you knew that satoru gojo said crazy shit, but this one took the cake.

satoru took off his sunglasses and grabbed your hands, pulling them close to his chest. he stared at you intently. you could tell he wasn't joking. he called you by your first name, which he rarely did. he preferred the sweet couple-y pet names.

"(y/n)." he said with the utmost seriousness.

"satoru." you replied back calmly.

"remember when i killed the man that almost killed me? toji fushiguro?" he said quietly.

how could you have forgotten?

you hated remembering that you almost lost him. it was terrifying and you'll never forget finding him on the school's front steps with a faint heartbeat, knocking at death's door. you did everything you could to heal him with reversed cursed energy while he tried using his own reversed cursed technique to heal himself. (read ‘the honored one’ here)

"that kid, the one with the blue hair. that's his son, (y/n). his father sold him to the zen'nin clan for money once he turns of age—which is 8 years old. he ran off with his wife once he got the money and never looked back." satoru explained the situation to you in hopes that you would understand.

"you mean... those two kids were abandoned?"

how could a parent do that to their child? you couldn't imagine how frightened they were.

"exactly. his father and the girl's mother ran off and left those two behind. they have no one, babe—and out of the goodness of my heart, i went to find them." he just had to input some self praise in there, it wouldn't be satoru gojo without it. you rolled your eyes at him.

"is it because you felt bad for killing his dad?" you whispered to him.

"i guess you can say that," satoru said with some guilt, "but because if they go to the zen'nin clan... they're going to hate it—especially tsumiki."

you knew there was bad blood between the gojo clan and the zen'nin clan, but also, the zen'nin clan prioritized blood ties and inherited techniques. women in that clan were treated horribly. if you didn't have a speck of cursed energy, living there was a nightmare. tsumiki would be tossed to the side and treated ruthlessly. you didn't even know the little girl, but something in your heart told you that you had to protect her.

"so this kid, since he's a zen'nin—is he going to be a jujutsu sorcerer?" you asked satoru.

he looked at you with calculating eyes, "i talked to the higher ups yesterday. i convinced them to stop the sell of the kid and that i'd take him in and raise him to be a jujutsu sorcerer. when he turns 15, he'll attend jujutsu high. they'll give me financial aid to raise both of them."

now, satoru gojo would not be in charge of their finances. that would be your job. with the way that man spends, he would bankrupt them.

"how do you even know he'll be able to see curses?"

there were so many questions you had, but so little time. the children were sitting literally outside the door, waiting for you and satoru.

"i just have a feeling that the kid will. i don't believe the girl will since she's not toji's biological daughter."

"how old are they, satoru?"

"the kid with the blue hair, his name is megumi. he's 5 years old. the girl that's with him is tsumiki. she's 6."

"and you, my 18 year old boyfriend, satoru gojo, are going to raise them?" you looked at him with skepticism.

"no baby, you're going to help me." he grinned at you.

"seriously?"

"you have what they say a 'motherly touch'. there's no way I can raise a girl, babe. who's gonna have the puberty talk with tsumiki? not me. you have to help me, please."

he grabbed your hands again and begged you with his stupid puppy dog cerulean blue eyes that you couldn't say no to.

you bit your lip in worry and looked at the door. could you and satoru really raise these two kids on your own?

you sighed and reluctantly replied, "fine. i'll help you."

satoru grabbed you by your waist and lifted you off the floor, twirling you around in a tight hug. he kissed your forehead.

"we can do this, babe. we can make the world a better place for these kids."

you hugged him tightly and kissed his cheek as you scratched the back of his undercut with your nails in comfort. you could feel satoru melt in your arms.

you understood how he felt and what he wanted to do for the future of the jujutsu world. he wanted to create a safe and fostering environment for the upcoming generation of jujutsu sorcerers. you supported his vision, and you would walk through the depths of hell with him just to help him achieve just that.

once you let go of him, he grabbed your hand with a cheeky smile. he opened the bathroom door and sat down on your bed, looking at the kids.

"sorry about that kiddos!" he laughed nervously, scratching the back of his head. the two kids looked up at you and satoru.

"hi, what are your names?" you crouched down at the two of them, hoping to get them to open up to you. you and satoru would be their guardians, so it was time to start building a relationship.

"my name is tsumiki," the young girl smiled cheerfully, "and his name is—"

"megumi", the younger fushiguro interrupted her.

"that's my little brother." she added.

megumi didn't make any eye contact with you. he just continued to chew his food and read his book. tsumiki was so cute and personable, and she chewed her food so happily—they were complete opposites.

"well, it's nice to meet you tsumiki and megumi." you gently said to them.

"nice to meet you too, (y/n)!" tsumiki chirped.

"megumi, you need to show some respect to your elders when they're talking to you. say hi to (y/n) at least. she's talking to you." satoru said with a sprinkle of annoyance.

he had told the two how important you were to him, so why wouldn't megumi give you the time of day?

"it's okay, babe." you patted his thigh. you gave your lover a soft smile.

you knew it would take some time for megumi to warm up to you. you sat down next to the two kids and your heart felt warm. you felt like you wanted to protect them, save them, make sure nothing bad ever happened to them. you watched as tsumiki tried to fix megumi's hair, but he would just push her hand away every time. he looked like he was going to be a pain in the ass.

with time, your new goal in life was to become a responsible guardian for these two kids. you wanted to make sure they grow up strong, independent, and honest. you were going to make sure that megumi and tsumiki learn to love you—and satoru, of course.

EXTRA:

"who's bed are they going to be sleeping in?" you asked satoru at dinner.

"why don't they sleep in your room for now? you're always sleeping in my bed anyways." he replied as he continued to chew his food.

"but my bed is bigger and more comfortable." you argued.

you had a custom king sized futon shipped from your hometown of osaka when you first started school here at tokyo jujutsu high. it paid to be from a big shot sorcerer family.

"well, they're not sleeping in mine."

"being a parent means that you have to compromise, satoru."

"we can figure it out tomorrow. how about i ask yaga-sensei if he'll give us an extra room for them?" satoru petitioned.

you glared at him and he just raised his eyebrows as if he didn't suggest something ridiculous. after your late dinner, you and satoru cleaned the shared dining hall and walked back to the girls' dorm where your room was. you opened your door to find megumi and tsumiki sleeping peacefully in your bed.

"i guess my bed is big enough for 3." you said quietly as you smiled at the sleeping children.

"what about 4?" satoru grinned.

read the next chapter ‘pinky promises’ here.

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stress relief (sweetheart!george x reader fluff)

first george fic, who cheered?! day 8 of promptober. a weird little (well, long) fluffy end of high school moment about exam stress, and hitting things and smoking weed and kissing your new boyfriend to make you feel better. i've absolutely not a clue what came over me while i wrote this. but i think it's fun. and i hope you lot do too! <3

you're stomping down the street towards your house when your phone rings. digging it out of your bag, your grumpiness ebbs slightly when you see it's george on the other end of the line. "hiya."

"hi, baby," comes the gravelly reply. george's voice is enough to send you into a fit of enamoured giggles anyway, but hearing him address you with the pet name - a recent development, a free add-on that came with the "girlfriend" title during the summer - has you practically skipping down the street. "how'd it go?"

the reminder of the horrible mock exam almost threatens to block out the enjoyment of talking to george, a black cloud over the sun. "fucking awful."

"doubt that," george replies. there's a shuffling sound in the background on his end; you know, even without seeing him, that he's moved to lean his elbow on something so he can adjust the phone and listen to you better. "but tell me all about it."

"it was just… bad. the questions were all worded so weirdly. felt so fucking thick trying to read them, g," you sigh, kicking at a stone on the pavement. "so obviously i've no idea if i answered anything correctly, because i couldn't fucking understand what they were actually asking, and if i don't pass this then i don't get to sit the actual exam, and then i've got no bloody chance of getting into uni."

your voice breaks on the final word, and so does the invisible dam keeping your tears in. despite doing your best to keep any sobs at bay, george immediately clocks that you're crying and goes into reassurance mode. "baby…"

"it's fine, i'm fine," you sniffle. "sorry, i know i'm being silly. how are you?"

"worried about you, angel. i don't like how stressed out this exam's made you feel, recently," george admits. "and i'm not letting you dwell on it from this point on, alright?"

"babe…"

"you answered every question, i take it?"

you frown. "i mean, yeah, but-"

"no buts, baby," george's voice is firm; it does something weird to your brain. that's new. "you answered every question in the paper to the best of your ability. don't try and argue with me on that one, angel. i know you did, because you never half-arse anything, and it's one of the things i lo-like most about you. and there's nothing more you can do about the exam, so there's no point dwelling on it, even if it was as shit as you say. yeah?"

you sigh. "yeah. you're right."

"i know i am," george's voice is smug, but it softens as he continues. "wish i was there to give you a hug right now, though, make you feel better."

"me too," you say wistfully, unlocking your front door and shrugging off your jacket before heading upstairs. "but i'll get one off you at the party tonight. or several. actually, i might not even let go of you the whole time."

you flop onto your bed, rolling onto your stomach and kicking your legs in the air as george laughs and says "i'm not gonna complain about that, babe. speaking of the party, what d'you want? matty's picking up in a bit."

"are you smoking?"

"was gonna, yeah. want some?"

"please."

"sweet. he says he's already got wine if you want it, too, but he'll get you vodka if you'd rather have that."

"no, wine's good," you say. "thank him for me, please, and tell him i'll pay him back later."

george laughs. "i've got you covered, babe."

you facepalm. "george."

"what? you've had a hard day. let me treat you."

there’s silence for a brief moment, as you ponder and then decide against debating with your boyfriend (even thinking about calling george that makes you smile); as stubborn as you are, george is ten times worse. if this was an in-person debate, a strategically-timed pout would give you the upper hand, but you'll never wear him down via phone.

"fine," you sigh dramatically. "thank you, babe. but you have to accept petrol money from me tonight."

"not a fucking chance. i have to drive past your house to get to matty's, anyway. he should be the one paying me."

you laugh. "if you're sure, babe. i'll get you back sometime, though."

"actually, there is something you could do for me tonight, if you wouldn't mind," george says slowly, voice deepening even more than usual. it sends goosebumps down your arms, and any and all sanity out of your head. "you could wear that top you bought at the weekend."

"the black one?"

"yeah," george's voice changes again; you can hear him blushing. "you looked really beautiful in it."

(his reaction when you'd opened the fitting room door last week had made you aware of that thought of his, but it's far nicer hearing him say it.)

"consider it done," you smile. "what time should i be ready for?"

"six? then we have time to get a maccies on the way."

"you do know the way to a girl's heart, george daniel."

george laughs. your heart flutters. "alright, baby. i'll see you in a couple of hours."

"looking forward to it," you smile, clicking your phone off. the goodbye feels unfinished, you think; the three other words you're too nervous to say to george seem to linger expectantly in your throat every time you talk to him, just waiting to be released from your lips to his ears. it's only been three months since you started labelling the relationship, but there were three of "dating" beforehand (following a two-sided drunken confession at matty's eighteenth), and another eight of crushing and pining preceding that - you know exactly how you feel about him. you just don't know when to tell him.

you nearly do, though, when he picks you up for the party later that night. after chucking your overnight bag in the backseat, you climb into the passenger seat and are immediately pulled into an absolute head-melter of a kiss.

george smiles as he pulls back from you. "hi, baby. you wore the top, i see."

"course i did," you grin in response. "have to keep up with you, don't i, gorgeous?"

"oh, shush," george shakes his head, cheeks pink. "right, let's get you some nuggets."

you clap, and your boyfriend laughs, a sound that continues from both of you as you make your way through the drive-thru and then to matty's. in between giggles and singalongs to the blink-182 album in the cd player, you feed george chips and chicken nuggets, the friday evening traffic stopping the two of you from being able to park and eat your dinner and still make it to the party on time. the vibe is in total contrast to your frustrated tears from earlier; now, doing shitty tom delonge impressions with your favourite boy in the world, you're ridiculously happy.

after parking outside matty's house, george turns to you before either of you can get out of the car. "listen, baby," he says softly, bringing a hand up to stroke your hair. "i know it's been a bit of a day for you, and i just want you to be alright - if you wanna go home at any point, tell me, yeah?"

your heart swells a little at his tenderness. you nod, pouting your lips slightly. "kiss?"

"gladly," george grins, lips on yours within seconds. like earlier, this kiss makes your head spin. 

unlike earlier, however, it isn't ended by either you or george pulling away; the two of you are so distracted by each other that you don't hear adam walking across the gravel towards the car. it isn't until he opens the passenger door that you pull away from george in fright, and then he speaks. "matty says no snogging in the driveway."

"tell him i'll do it in his fucking bedroom and see what he says then," george snaps. he kisses your hand. "sorry, baby."

"s'fine. hi, adam," you say, turning to your friend. "how are you?"

"betrayed, actually - you got a maccies and didn't ask if i wanted anything?"

"leave her alone, hann," george says, walking round to grab your bag and usher you out of the car. "she's had a stressful day."

"well, you're in luck, mate - oh, cheers," adam pulls you into a half hug as you pass him your final chicken nugget, and the boys lead you into the house. "matty found an unused piñata in the garage, so you can beat the shit out of that if it'll make you feel better."

"he just… found a piñata? just happened across it?" you ask, mildly bewildered (it's matty, after all), at the exact same time george ponders "what's he put in it?"

"he just found it, yeah. i don't know either," adam shrugs. "and he's literally put joints in it. no sweets. just weed."

interesting.

george nearly pisses himself laughing, while you, as is your wont, ask a sensible question. "won't the force of the hits knock the joints apart, though? like, genius idea to put them there in theory, but will it work?"

"only one way to find out, i s'pose, baby" george says. "here, let me put your bag upstairs. i'll meet you in the garden in a minute, yeah?"

your boyfriend kisses you quickly and hurries upstairs, while you follow adam out to the garden, stopping briefly to hug some of your friends hello. only ross and matty are outside, the former reaching up to attach a unicorn piñata to a tree branch while the latter shouts orders at him. "fucksake, ross, that's far too high!"

"he's right, unfortunately, ross," you chip in, wandering over towards them and slinging an arm round matty's shoulders. "do you really want either of us jumping with a potential weapon in our hands?"

"he already is a potential weapon," comes the grumbling from under the branch.

"taking that as a compliment, actually," matty shouts, steering you away from the tree and hugging you. "hi, darling. where's g?"

"stashing my handbag for me."

"ok, good, because i have news and you're the only person i can tell," matty spins to face you, inhaling deeply and clasping his hands together. "i think i'm in love."

"ok?" you put your hands on your hips, underwhelmed. "you've already told me this, remember? last month?"

"different person. that wasn't real, this is."

"right. and you're only telling me because…?"

"well, it's someone like you i think i'm in love with."

"a girl?" you smirk. "i guessed as much, mate."

"smartarse," matty huffs. "no. i mean, like, she's proper smart. and serious about it. she wants to study law at uni. i'm totally intimidated by her, but i fancy her so much."

he stares at you expectantly. you stare just as blankly back. "and?"

"and i need your help," matty all but wails. "how do i make her like me?"

bless him. you smile. "well, you're in a band. that helps."

"really? even for pulling geniuses like you and her?"

"not to be dramatic, but that day i walked into the music room to tell you lot to shut up and saw george drumming to brianstorm? life-changing," you blush. matty smiles, genuinely. "but also, just don't be a gobshite, yeah? you actually being quite sensitive is unexpected, and it's nice. really."

"ok. thanks, mate," matty pulls you into a quick hug. "i wish she was coming tonight. be a lot more fun."

"we literally have a weed-filled piñata. we're peaking with fun."

he laughs. "true. and i did only meet her today."

you raise your eyebrows. "wait - on the set of your mum's show? have you told denise?"

"do i look like an idiot? actually," matty shakes his head. "don't answer that. no need to tell me."

"tell you what?" george wanders over to the pair of you, hugging matty and pecking you on the lips. "what are you two gossiping about?"

"what we're buying you for christmas," you say smoothly. "and how amazing a gift i'm now obligated to get you, because you won't let me pay for my own bloody weed."

the boys laugh, and george kisses you on the head. "speaking of, ross thinks he's perfected the piñata height. fancy a bit of stress relief?"

"ew, george, not in my house," matty faux-retches, then grins. "kidding. come on, lovebirds, let's beat the shit out of a unicorn and get stoned."

"and other normal sentences he's said today," george murmurs in your ear, making you giggle as you follow your friend towards the tree.

as you near it, ross holds a cricket bat out to you. "heard you were feeling stressed. have at it, mate."

"thanks, ross," you take the wooden stick, turning it over in your hands before turning to look at the host incredulously. "who the fuck in your family plays cricket?"

"how should i know?" comes matty’s equally-incredulous reply. "just hit the horse, please, i need a fucking zoot."

"fine. here goes," you say. "actually, shouldn't we put something on the ground to catch the joints?"

"good point. here," george pulls off his hoodie and throws it on the grass; you're momentarily distracted by his biceps through his long-sleeved t-shirt. "give it hell, baby."

you smirk, closing your eyes and thinking of the awful exam paper from earlier. all the frustration and stress hits your nervous system like a tidal wave; practically vibrating with rage, you swing the bat and hit the papier-mache before you with a satisfying thwack, denting it. the boys cheer, and it spurs you on even more - within minutes, you've beaten the unicorn to a pulp, its contraband insides (mostly) intact on your boyfriend's hoodie, and your insides the most stress-free they've been in a long time.

breathless, you hand the bat back to a wide-eyed ross, who claps you on the back. "impressive, actually."

"thank you," you bow, the boys laughing as they scramble to pick up the joints. george grabs two for each of you and your hand simultaneously, leading you towards the cushioned loungers near the kitchen window.

he sits first, settling you gently on his lap before pulling a lighter from his pocket. you're suddenly extremely aware of the chilly october evening air, and shuffle around so you can half-lean against george's hard chest; you gaze up at him, all sharp jaw and heavy eyes with the joint between his lips. "is this ok?"

"s'perfect, baby," george smiles, hand tracing patterns against the outside of your thigh. he lifts it, though, to take the joint out of his mouth. "you wanna go first?"

you shake your head. george smoking is an incredibly sexy sight; you want a clear head the first time you see it tonight. the flickering flame sharpens his cheekbones in the most beautiful way as he lights the joint, and the way he draws them in as he inhales it is nothing short of stunning. but nothing compares to the way he exhales the smoke, head thrown back in pleasure and faint moans escaping his lips - your thighs clench ever so slightly as he does, which isn't helped by the way he looks at you as he passes you the weed.

he doesn't seem to fare any better while you smoke, though; your eyes close in contentment when the inhale hits your airways (and a little groan of satisfaction involuntarily leaves you), but you open them to find george biting his lip while he watches yours.

it gives you an idea. passing the joint back, you ask a favour of your boyfriend. "will you shotgun me, please?"

george hums happily. "absolutely, baby."

you shuffle so you're sitting directly on his lap, facing him. whether it's the crispness of the night or the weed or just george himself, you don't know, but you're more aware of this particular bodily position than ever before. there's an energy you can't quite describe crackling in the night air - anticipation, maybe.

whatever it is, you like it.

"ready?" george asks, joint halfway to his lips. you nod, loosely clasping your hands at the nape of his neck and leaning forward. he inhales, your mouth opens, he exhales, and you do your best to take in as much of the smoke as you can. 

even though you've been smoking properly for a little while now, the best highs are always the ones you share with george; he seems to intoxicate you more than the drug does. given how much longer he's been smoking, you'd be forgiven for thinking that he doesn't feel the same way, but the speed with which he quickly lays the joint in a nearby ashtray (thank fuck the healys are a family of smokers, by the way) and crashes his lips to yours suggests otherwise. the crackling in the air ceases, but seems to find a new home in your body; sparks seem to fly from your lips to your brain, overloading the organ until all you can think is george, george, george.

yeah, you love him all right.

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[poppadom0912]

Hi! You have so many good Chicago stories! I had an idea for a Will Halstead fic, if you'd be interested... OC/Reader is a nurse at Med, she and Will are a (newish?) couple. She has been sick or hurt, but isn't telling Will, to avoid worrying him - Sharon (or someone) has been on his ass, for something he didn't do of course, but he's been under a microscope, so she doesn't want to bother or distract him - until she passes out or ends up in an OR (depending on the illness/injury) and he finds out after the fact... Heavy on the angst is always good ;)

A/N: I'm a sucker for angst. Hope this is good enough. I tried researching as accurately as possible but there might be inaccuracies.

I'm posting this is celebration of not failing my exams which means no resitting! I didn't get the high grades I wanted but we move on. Enjoy!! Hope this is good enough.

Warnings: Canon-typical injuries, blood, angst w a happy ending, surgery

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Becoming a nurse was inevitable for you because it was the next best thing after a doctor and you didn't want to go through all those extra years of learning and debt.

You were born with a congenital heart defect as a result of your mother poorly caring for her diabetes during pregnancy. All your life, your parents had been on top of your health, always dragging you to specialists and making sure you were still taking your meds.

You moved states several years ago and now you weren't constantly reminded of the defect you were born with.

There were times though when you did get forgetful and Will never complained about your bad trait that you couldn't handle, he shrugged it off and made sure your health was one hundred percent.

Your relationship was in the honeymoon phase, six months in you were both decently comfortable. Everyone was aware of your relationship but you both agreed to keep work at work and home at home.

Recently, Will was under extra scrutiny from Sharon because of a small incident that happened in the ED when his brother rolled up bleeding from his shoulder. No one could blame him for his reaction, it was completely justified but that hospital were being asses and wouldn't let go.

Following this, your interactions at work decreased at your suggestion to make things a little easier for him. And at first, it was working but then it just got straight up frustrating.

All of a sudden, following the intense summer heatwave, everyone's workload doubled and your hours never lined up. You'd be leaving and he'd be preparing for his second double shift of the week.

And things only got worse from there. You were so busy because of the nurse shortages that your priorities began shifting, your health dwindling down the list.

But no one needed to know that.

*****

Week One

"And that's me done, you ready to break?" Will asked, setting aside the tablet on the desk. You both took your breaks together as much as you could, any time you could get together you would take.

"Yes I am." You nodded, slipping your hand into his as you began walking out of the ED. "I remember someone promising coffee from the cart outside."

Will chuckled, rolling his eyes at the reminder of the expensive coffee sitting outside that you loved. Just as he was going to reply, Maggie shouting your name stopped him.

Sighing, your heart felt heavy both figuratively and literally. With a sheepish smile, you pecked him on the cheek with a promise to catch him later on during shift.

Not being able to get a word in, Will simply watched you scurry off to help the next incoming patient, leaving him to change directions towards the cafeteria.

*****

Week two

You should've been more attentive but being short of breath after a run wasn't uncommon. It was early morning and Will's side of the bed was empty so you took what used to be a daily run alone.

As the day progressed, you started feeling tired and your fatigue progressed. It should've been the first sign to you that you needed to slow down and take care of yourself but the next shooting in Chicago just couldn't wait.

"Y/N, are you okay?" April asked, standing besides you with a new file in hand. "You look pale."

"I'm fine." You assured her, nodding as you licked your drying lips. "And before you ask, Will doesn't know and doesn't need to be interrupted, he has a patient in the ICU."

April backed away apprehensively, always trying to check up with you whenever time permitted. Maybe she was also to blame for not being more forceful with her concerns.

It wasn't her fault that she forgot you had a heart disease.

*****

Week three

"I love you so much." You muttered against his forehead before stepping away to leave the dark bedroom.

Will stirred slightly at the contact, shifting under the covers and further messing up his curls you so badly wanted to delve your fingers into but you were on a time crunch.

Just as you were leaving the room, your chest clenched, pain suddenly overtaking you. Clutching onto the door frame, your grip slacked and your bag dropped causing Will to wake up.

"What's wrong?" Will asked in his half awake state, completely disheveled. He was blinking the sleep away while he turned to you and tried to see what was wrong but failed due to severe sleep deprivation.

"Are you okay? What happened?" He continued, voice hoarse like it usually was after a deep sleep

For some reason, you struggled to form words, your chest feeling as though it was being stabbed repeatedly.

And for some reason, you couldn't come up with a logical excuse and you stupidly left without a word to your lover.

*****

Week four

You couldn't ignore it anymore.

It felt like your body was starting to give up on you. You were constantly tired and out of breath and the chest pains never let up, at times, they even doubled and felt worse than the worst of your period cramps.

The biggest flashing red warning sign should've been when you fainted in the bathroom after your shower.

You came home shattered from your 24 hour shift. Just as you walked in the door, Will was leaving for his 48 hour shift. At this point, you really felt like the world was against you.

You were kinda like roommates more than romantic partners. You were barely at home together and at work, you tried to keep interactions to a minimum after the small incident that the board was elevating ridiculously.

Waking up on the bathroom rug, your body felt numb almost paralysed. It was like what movies described comas to be but your chest was still pulsating in pain.

You weren't being a really good nurse because you simply got up, drank some water and ate some food before sleeping it off.

*****

Week five

The silence was suffocating.

The two of you finally got more than two minutes together but words somehow failed you.

With droopy eyes and furrowed brows, your hands itched to grab the blue scrubs covering your chest. If it wasn't for your boyfriend sitting opposite you, you would've been hunched over the sinks in the women's room.

"What's wrong?" It was a question but with that tone, it felt more like a demand. His two words hit you hard, your eyes dragging from the table up to his big brown eyes filled with nothing but eternal love and concern. "And don't say nothing cause that's clearly bullshit."

And for some reason, you flinched.

Licking your chapped lips, you scrunched your eyes closed at the pain encasing your heart. Despite being back on your medication, the pain didn't cease.

"Y/N? Baby-"

"CODE SILVER. CODE SILVER IN THE ED."

*****

Today

For the past week, Will was hypervigilant about his work. Peter kalmik was never his biggest fan so it didn't help he was constantly making his presence known along with the more power holding board members.

You hated how he no longer fought his case and he just conformed, keeping his head buried in the sand and distanced himself from those he cared about.

It got to such a point that when Jay came in with only work intentions, Will physically forced himself to stay well away.

You were so caught up in your concern for him that you neglected your medication on the kitchen counter.

The pain today all of a sudden increased tenfold in the middle of shift. You were helping Doris turn over a treatment room, listening as she talked about her family drama that you loved to hear about when you felt the world come to an abrupt stop.

Before you knew it, breath escaped you and darkness enveloped you.

“Y/N?!” Doris shouted, going around the bed and crouching down besides your unconscious body.

As she started checking your pulse and your breathing, Connor ran in with Maggie in tow having witnessed you fall from the nurses desk.

In a flurry of rushed movements, you were placed on a bed as your friends searched for the cause of your unconscious state. Out of the blue, Maggie spoke up, reminding everyone of your heart condition.

Equipped with the new but old information, the cardiothoracic surgeon was now more than confident he was able to help you.

"Whose her emergency contact? Is it still her parents or has it been changed to Will?" Connor asked the charge nurse as they started wheeling the gurney towards the elevators. They needed to get you into surgery as soon as possible before you deteriorated.

"Good question."

"Page him anyways."

"Already on it."

*****

"I'm a horrible boyfriend."

"No you're not."

"All the signs were there and I missed them."

"We did too."

"I know Connor is one of the best but what if-"

"I'm going to stop you right there." Maggie cut him off, looking at him sternly, eerily resembling the face of a mother telling off her child. "This is no ones fault and you know that, stop punishing yourself for something no one could control."

Will opened his mouth to interject but stopped himself when Maggie held her hand up. "Yes, maybe Y/N should've taken better care of herself but as a doctor, you know that this surgery was inevitable anyways."

"It's better that she was already in the hospital and not home alone where no one would've noticed till you finished in another eight hours." Maggie continued, being more gentle as she got her point across. She was just as concerned but for everyone else's sake, she could be their pillar.

"Look at her Will." Maggie said, gently rubbing him on the back, hopefully bringing him some comfort. "She's in the best hands."

And of course Will knew that, he wouldn't say it to Connor's face but the man was a heck of a surgeon. There was no one else he would want operating on you but he was simply unnerved to no end.

He couldn't wipe off this icky feeling he had. It lurked around him like a shadow and stuck to him like a stain. He felt like a failure - he was unable to help you as both a doctor and a boyfriend - what good was he?

News spread of your collapse around the hospital and as an automatic response, the hospital board stepped metres away from Will, almost like he was sick with a deathly contagious disease.

It was so stupid that it was funny.

Will wanted to rip his hair out. How he was even standing watching your surgery was beyond him right now. He felt sick to his stomach at the sight of your chest cracked open, your heart just there for the world to see.

He never felt so useless before.

*****

Waking up was one of the most confusing scenarios you've ever been in. The last thing you remembered was being in the ED with Doris before blinking and the next thing you knew, you were waking up in recovery.

Your body felt like the heaviest gym weights were sat on you. Your mouth unbelievably dry as your eyes squinted in the dim lighting, trying to look around the room for any sign of life.

And right by your bedside, sleeping in a very awkward position was the man you considered the love of your life.

It must've been the movement of your head, you literally turning your head less than 90 degrees that woke him up because without any further prompting, Will was no longer dead to the world.

Instantly, he was alive and alert, no trace of sleep anywhere on his face as he made eye contact with you.

He felt as light as a feather to see you awake, the biggest weight being lifted off his chest from the relief that nothing went wrong despite knowing Connor made no mistake at all.

"Pulmonary valve stenosis." Was the first thing Will said, easily recognising the confusion painting your face. "Connor put in a balloon. They'll keep you for probably a week to monitor you to see if you need a valvotomy."

You hummed, letting him know that you understood everything he told you without talking. Somehow, without even looking at him, he knew and brought forth a cup with a straw in, holding it to your mouth allowing you to sip easily.

"I'm so sorry Y/N." Will said earnestly, his eyes shimmering as he intertwined your fingers with his. "I wasn't paying enough attention to you otherwise-"

"Stop." You interrupted him, voice still slightly hoarse from not using it. "Blaming yourself helps no one."

"What's done is done." You continued, squeezing his hands when he squeezed yours first. "I'm really the one to blame. If I took care of myself and did something when I first was having problems then we wouldn't be here."

Silence followed, the only sound being the constant beeping from all the machines attached to you.

"Never faint on me again, you hear me?"

"Can't promise you that babes."

"Yes you can."

"You're hilarious Will."

"No, I'm being serious Y/N."

"Don't make me laugh, where's Connor Rhodes, my favourite doctor?"

"Very funny, I think I'll buy April expensive cart coffee next time."

#one chicago x reader #one chicago imagine #onechicago #chicago med #will halstead imagine #will halstead x reader #will halstead #will halstead x you #will halstead fanfic #will halstead x y/n

[indigoraysoflight]

29 nedcat 💓

Hey nonny, here you go <3

29. childhood friends

She had to stop smiling at him. Her cheeks hurt, and he most definitely thought she was being a weirdo now. It had only been a couple of hours; it was too early to break the weird meter.

When she saw him emerge through the double doors of the event hall at their high school reunion, she recognized him instantly. His jet-black hair was tucked behind his ears, and his warm grey eyes searched for any face he could remember. Then his eyes locked with hers across the room, and he granted her his rare true smile.

Ned.

A thrill that lay dormant within her for 20 years crashed against her and rippled through her. A smile tugged at her face, and Catelyn couldn't stop herself from jogging up to him and hugging him tightly. They spoke to each other almost exclusively for an hour, retracing their steps and catching up.

He'd joined his father's firm and adopted his sister's son - Jon - after she passed away in an accident a few years ago. He moved to Riverrun with his son a few months ago to diversify their business in the south. Catelyn told him of Brienne - the girl she was adopting after fostering her for a few years. They'd swapped their life stories and reminisced until he leaned in and asked, want to see if that drive-in theater is still open?

Now she was sitting in his car with a smile plastered on her face with the two triple thick chocolate milkshakes and one greasy pepperoni pizza watching him run into her favourite bakery to see if they had any lemon cakes left at the end of the day.

He walked out with a big smile and held up a brown paper box. "SUCCESS!"

"My hero," Catelyn giggled before she could stop herself. "That's not- I mean. That's nice. Thank you."

My hero? Really Catelyn, can you try to be subtle? She laughed nervously and looked away as the flush in her cheeks got worse. She wanted to throw herself out of the car and hide. It was bad enough that she'd spent all evening ogling at his chiseled jawline and broad shoulders, but now she had to act like a lovesick teenager too.

"I dunno if it's me being a hero or simply outrunning that old man who looked pissed that I got the last lemon cake." His voice rumbled through her as they drove to the late show of When Harry Met Sally.

"Are you saying you'd fight an old man to get me lemon cakes, Ned Stark?"

"Absolutely." The utter seriousness in his voice made her laugh.

That laughter melted into a deep-seated longing within her as soon as the movie began. Catelyn didn't know if it was the movie they'd watched in this drive-in theater at least ten times in high school, the fact that he'd almost dueled an old man for pastries, or that he was here. Ned. Older, wiser, and rougher around the edges - but he was still Ned.

Her Ned - who would stay up late to help her study for her English exams, bought pastries for her every Friday with his allowance, held her through the grief of losing her mother, and brought a new flower for her from his visit to Winterfell each summer. The boy she'd been in love with for as long as she could remember. Her first love, first kiss, first - everything. The one that got away when they had no choice but to part ways after high school because he moved back home to Winterfell, and she went back to Riverrun.

Billy Crystal's face on the screen blurred in her eyes. It was Ned's calloused thumb brushing the tear on her cheek that moved her gaze to him. His eyes had been on her - she didn't know for how long.

"I've missed you so much," his voice was thick with everything she wanted to say to him.

"Are you... will you....do you.." Are you staying? Will you leave again? I can't lose you again....she trailed off not knowing how to form the words to express what she meant.

"I'm here to stay." His thumb brushed against her jawline, and his eyes fixed on her lips.

"Good." Catelyn's eyes dropped to his lips.

In the background, Harry started his famous monologue as the movie approached its happy ending.

She didn't know which one of them closed the gap, but when Ned Stark's lips collided against her own - Catelyn Tully was home.

"...I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of the life to start as soon as possible."

#the last part is from Harry met Sally if you haven't watched the movie #highly recommend checking out the monologue if you havent watched the whole movie it's cute #ned x cat #writing prompts #anon ask #my fics #ned x cat short fics

[jaylaxies]

Can I say you're like my safe place to share this hard/angst thought? Its for Jake btw 😭 I was listening to sex, drugs, etc instrumental and im stuck here with this thought hahaha

Say Jaeyun was the goodie two shoes who was the class president and you were the second place bookworm behind him. You two were in good enough terms to chit chat and enjoy being classmates. One thing, you have a crush on him but Jaeyun has a crush on the school's popular and baddie girl in another class. Jaeyun stressed about being a virgin before college and you tell him to stfu because IT IS FINE. However, it's not fine in his world. The girl tells Jaeyun that if he attends the high school graduation party, she'd show him a good time. Jaeyun tells you but you think it's a bad idea because you don't like that girl and her group of her friends. He thinks you're jealous and attends the party. You go with him to watch over him because you have a bad feeling. You were right. It was a set up from the baddie girl and her friends to embarrass the virgin class president Jaeyun. He becomes heartbroken that the girl used him as a joke when he genuinely liked her. That summer, he left for Australia without saying bye to you.

College is a bitch and you hate it. You would've finished sooner if you didn't take a semester off for a break. You still saw the girl and some of her friends around campus and you despised of them. Sure they tried befriending you, but you kicked them away saying you're a lonewolf. At a frat party your friend Heeseung threw, you attended for some stress relief because you needed some disgusting drinks to numb your pain of school work. Just then, that girl and her friends gasped at the sight of someone.

"Jake Sim!" One of your classmates, Sunghoon, says aloud.

You whip your head around after taking a shot and you thought you were hallucinating. "Jae...Yun?"

"Everyone in Australia calls me Jake," the boy says before ruffling your hair.

It's been years since you've last seen him and wow... WOW! He's changed. Like CHANGED! The feature of his cheekbones and silver dyed hair and HOLY SHIT. Were you drunk or was he always this handsome? You wanted to say something but Sunghoon pulls Jake away to drink with him and as they catch up about which girls to take home and sleep with, yada yada. You were confused. When was he NOT a virgin? And how the hell does he know sunghoon? The baddie girl obviously wanted Jake and followed them too, prancing around Jake like a horndog and this made you sick. Or it could be the alcohol.

Anyways, you ask sunghoon questions about Jake and the boy says he knew Jake for some summers. He'd visit Australia with his family and Jake they became good friends and it went on from there. You wanted to talk with Jake but every time you tried, there was either a new girl by him or the bad girl was clinging onto him. One day while finding him on campus alone (because he studies at your school now but since when??), you approached him and asked to talk. He sounded different like he didn't care for a one on one chat. Instead, he was flirting with you and you were unsure to make of it but went with it if it brought you two close. And it did! Jake told off the bad girl and blocked her. His attention was towards you for the first month, giving you kisses messed around a little, but never went on about sex. Tbh, you're still a virgin and you're scared.

By the second month, Jake got needy and asked to have sex. You decided to have oral fixations and Jake was like sure. But that didn't satisfy him, especially with the way you grinded down on him with your clothes on when yall heavily make out. Jake couldn't take it anymore and he said he needs to be inside you and feel you and just be with you. You panicked and lied that you have exams to study and leave.

Jake is seen making out with another girl at a party Sunghoon throws, and this doesn't surprise you. It hurts and you knew that he's a changed man and whatever. You take a few shots to toughen up and confronts Jake who's flirting with the other girl. Jake looks at you and smirks, saying that playing the hard to get game is very annoying. You shove him to the wall and whispers a yell, telling him that you're scared because you're a virgin and you don't want to get hurt because you really like him. You've been into him since high school. And just because he was hurt doesn't mean he has to go around hurting people. You leave after the confession and Jake doesn't stop you.

You haven't spoken with Jake in what feels like weeks and you didn't care. You cried like a bitch for the first week and Heeseung came over with ice cream to cheer you up. After cheering up, you bump into Jake at the sports field where you get away from people to just enjoy some alone time. You were about to leave but Jake stops you, apologizing that he's an asshole who doesn't deserve you blah blah. You tell him to tell that to some other girl, but Jake stops you. He starts apologizing from when he left without a goodbye after that embarrassing party, because he thought you didn't want to be his friend anymore. He left to Australia and decided to change himself so when he returns, he could humiliate the girl who ruined him. He's no longer virgin Jaeyun anymore and he was living as Jake. But when he was with you, all the high school memories that he spent with you came back and he hated it. He was going to hit it and quit it with you, but he couldn't. So he thought he could just kiss some other girl and make you hate him instead. Sadly, you came at him with a confession that had guilt eating at his heart. He's the biggest asshole ever and he's sorry. You take one look at him and you tell him you're sorry too, and leaves.

+

Sorry for all that back story aghshdjfkf idk what I was writing tbh I needed gbgb Jake?? And he fits??

You stopped talking with Jake, telling yourself that you're done with him. But are you really? You go to one of Heeseung's house parties and your intentions were to get drunk and move on from this stupid heartbreak FOR GOOD. A guy who knows of you because of Jake, approaches you and asks if you're with him. You peek over to find Jake's eyes on you while Sunghoon and their other friends are trying to talk about who they're sleeping with next. You tell the guy that you were never with Jake to begin with. You both hang out together and he gets a lil too touchy and feely, and you disliked it. The burning sensation didn't feel like Jake's and just when you were about to push him off, someone did it for you. Jake grabs your wrist and drags you out of the party.

You're yelling at him to let go because he's hurting you. Jake doesn't listen and keeps walking and you begin to cry, sobbing again because WHY IS YOUR STUPID HEART still wanting him??? 😭😭 he stops his tracks to look at you and let's go of your wrist. It starts to rain out of the blue (we need that kdrama rain lol and trust me the song fits here), and Jake takes you to hide under the bleachers by the sports field. The frat house wasn't too far from the campus and the next place alone with some shelter were under the bleachers. Jake apologizes for everything again as he takes his jacket off and puts it over you. And you don't know if it's the alcohol or your fucking heart, but you kiss Jake. You deepen the kiss, longing for his touch as you drown in him. Jake is concerned because yall in public, but you're aching for his touch as it has been WEEKS.

Jake touches your breasts, realizing there's no bra and he curses under his breath. His lips still on yours as you fondle each other desperately. He brings you back to his place, telling you that if yall gonna do things right, it'll be comfortable. He lays you on the bed and strips you naked as so does he. Jake kisses every inch of your body, slow and sensual, savoring EVERYTHING. He preps you, fingering you slowly and eating you out. God, he loves the taste of you and he will never get enough of it. You're so fucking wet for him and he's going crazy when it's just his fingers doing the work.

"Please... Jaeyun..." you never once called him Jake and he loves it.

"Hm?" He hums, moving upwards to kiss your forehead, nose, and then your lips.

"Make love to me." And he fucking loses it.

He grabs a condom, slips it on and when he rubs his tip at your entrance, he looks at you with worrisome. You tell him it's okay as long as it's with him. Jake slowly pushes inside you but stops himself midway when he saw your eyes shut tightly and how you tense around him. He continues to push some more before going deep inside and then kissing you again. He tells you to do your best to relax as he slowly pumps in and out of you. He distracts you by rubbing your clit and peppering his kisses on your bare chest. He purposely marked your neck, your boobs, and later after both of your release, he marked your inner thighs.

Laying in bed next to him as you shyly cover yourself with his blanket, Jake pulls you close and showers your face with kisses.

Okay tbh I thought it was hard thought but idk anymore 😭😭 lol its a something dhhdhdhjfjf the back story was made up on the spot-ish. I just had the kissing scene under the bleachers in the rain mostly. I figured I'd share something since I see everyone sharing and I was like ooohhh me too lol just ignore me dbdbhdhdjdjd 😫🔫

ohmygod anonnie???? this is a whole ass story i love it sm please post it im crying 😭😭💔

#😫🔫 anon #enhypen hard hours #enhypen smut #jake smut

[thyandrawrites]

hi! i'm sorry if you've already answered a question like this (i couldn't find anything but, well, the tumblr search is broken so that doesn't mean anything). i was wondering how you view aizawa. the way he's represented in fandom makes it seem like he's someone who cares deeply for his students and feels highly responsible for their well-being and who doesn't really respect the law or the police. so, if his students get into trouble he would also rather take care of that himself than get law enforcement involved.

but i was wondering if this is supported by anything in canon? because i can't really remember any scenes where this fanon-ascribed attitude comes across. and if this is just "made up," how would you characterize aizawa instead?

anyway, i hope you have a lovely day, take care <3

Hi! I hope you're having a lovely day, too.

First off, you'd probably have more luck asking this question to an aizawa blogger. I actually never liked him much, I have a strong negative opinion of his fanon version in particular, and as such my thoughts on him are very colored by that bias. If you're okay with all of that, then go ahead and check out my response under the cut. If not, please let's just let the topic die here because I don't really enjoy discussing him any more than I have to.

So. I think the fandom got attached to some of his early characterization traits, and sort of built off them, popularized them over time, and then never really updated their reading to fit with later manga developments. I find fanonzawa a very idealized and #dad material version of what he could've been, but isn't really, not entirely at least.

Aizawa does indeed care a lot about his students. I don't want to deny that. But he's never actually challenged authority to protect them, canonically. In fact, he's very much lawful and a stickler for the rules. Often to a fault.

Even in early arcs, when he does protect his students, he always does so within the law and the rules, but never in opposition to them. This is shown in many subtle things. When summer camp is under attack, and Deku breaks the law once again by using his quirk without permission, he authorizes all students to fight back to legally shield them from repercussions.

Even when he consciously knows that the UA entrance exam is flawed and enables discrimination and elitism, he doesn't fight against it but simply limits himself to grumbling about it. He's a teacher. He has sway to bring up the issue to the school. Yet his solution is once again to act within the existing rules—bending them to achieve what he wants, yes, but still acting within them. So he trains Shinsou on the side, and gets him to transfer to the hero course by exploiting the existing regulations instead of changing them to be fairer and preventing future students from running into the same issue.

This is written as his main character flaw, how logic and rule-abiding are his go-to, and his main obstacle to character growth. After losing Shirakumo, he hides away behind pragmatism instead of believing he has the power to change things, to make a difference himself (=idealism). Shirakumo believed in saving a stray because it was the right thing to do, Aizawa left it to die because he didn't think he could take care of it.

But rather than building off from that disconnect between logic and feelings, I find that the fandom kinda... runs over any flaws Aizawa has to paint him as an idealized dad figure who always does the right thing and always saves the day by defeating the big bad and going against authority. Which... doesn't really align with his character that much imho.

Canon Aizawa was fine using one of his students as bait for All for One. And sure, he might've rationalized it as a plan designed to give Aoyama a chance to prove himself, but that's exactly the root of the issue. How Aizawa is too rational, too pragmatic, often to a fault. His trauma blind him to how he's literally putting children in the line of danger by dragging them to a war. Because he doesn't think he has what it takes to keep them safe, he defaults to pragmatism, to authority, and attempts to protect his students within the existing rules, even if this isn't actually in their best interest. Twice now he got the order from above that there would be a war and that students would be on the frontlines to thicken their ranks, and yet we don't see him struggling with this at all. You know, despite the fact that his best friend died young by fighting in a battle he wasn't prepared for. But because Aizawa isn't idealistic, and doesn't believe in himself, he doesn't challenge this at any point, and instead defaults to trying to make the most of adverse circumstances.

I would find him much more fun to read about if he was actually allowed any complexity. But as none of this seems to find much space in fanworks, and then it creeps its way into how people read canon as well, his character really isn't for me.

(sidenote, if you disagree with any of this that's fine. Please don't try to debate me tho because I really don't care about him enough to entertain any discourse. I'm aware my reading of him isn't popular and I'm fine staying in my lane and enjoying content catered to other characters indead. Thank you)

#ali replies

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

The heartshaped necklace.

James thought that he had forgotten about Lily Evans. But hell no. His heart did a dangerous flip on his chest when he saw her again.

James didn't find her charming and beautiful at first. God, he detested that girl. She was annoying, logical, a rule follower, and she was always insulting him and calling him an idiot.

But it was maybe that after these interactions, James teasing her, Lily reacting in a bad way and getting angry, that James fell more untangled with Lily. And suddenly, he figured he couldn't stop thinking about her.

And James acted like an idiot. It was their thing. Maybe Lily wouldn't even pay him attention if he didn't do stupid things. Maybe this little game gave James joy. Even if in reality, Lily Evans hated him and didn't want anything to do with him.

What could James do if Lily got him so nervous and anxious? It was as if James got so desperate to be liked by Lily as much as he liked her, so he said the most stupid thing that popped into his head instead.

Some people, when they got nervous in front of their crush, became speechless. For James it happened the contrary. He couldn't stop speaking. And speaking bullshit.

He knew that there was another way to get her attention. But goofy asshole James always appeared ruining everything he had planned. Besides, Lily rejecting him because he was an idiot, didn't hurt as badly as Lily rejecting him just because.

James thought that he was over this by now. He had his little romance with Mary. And he had loved her. But wow, apparently his heart thought some other thing. And he was sweating like a pig.

James didn't see her all day, as they arrived to Hogwarts after the summer. And now Lily was here in the Common Room. She didn't even say hi. She was desperately looking for something.

James froze. He sighed desperately and wiped his sweaty hands on his jeans. He couldn't be nervous.

"Shit... Bollocks... Damn, where is it?...." Lily was whispering as she lifted the couch cushions.

She looked adorable.

"Hi Evans..." James swallowed.

Lily stopped, and turned to look at where the voice came from. James could tell that she was disappointed to see it was him.

"Potter..." And she went back to look for whatever she lost, this time on the carpet, under the sofa.

"What are you doing?"

Lily didn't even look at him when she said:

"Looking for something I've lost, isn't it obvious?"

Lily was irritated. So she groaned as she stood up. The thing she was looking for wasn't around, because Lily sighed and crossed her arms tiredly.

"Yeah I can see that. But what is it?"

Lily gave him a curious look.

"Maybe I can help you find it"

Lily licked her lips, trying not to break down.

"A golden chain..." she said "A heart with a little emerald on the side"

"Oh..."

James put his arms on his hips confidently.

"Okay, cool. I will tell the others and we can make a search party..."

Lily let out a soft sob as she took a seat. She looked tired and so sad.

"This is not a joke, Potter..."

"No! I am not joking, honestly..."

"I know it is stupid to go crazy about this... it is just a nacklace..." Lily continued "But this one has a strong value... My dad gave it to me on my sixteen birthday... The last thing he gave me before he died..."

Lily's father died in a car accident at the end of last term. James didn't know the details but he knew Lily missed most of her classes and returned only to give the last exams.

Lily wiped the tears that fell from her cheeks, her eyes were watery. James wanted to hug her, wipe her tears himself and kiss her head gently. But he figured he wasn't allowed to do that. They weren't even friends.

"It's not stupid" James said instead "Things have lots of value for us... Like you see this old watch?" he pointed to his wrist. Lily nodded "It was my dad's first watch when he was a teen..." And now Fleamont was sick "It is so old, it gets stuck all the time, the strap is almost torn, and I've been given new ones over Christmases and birthdays..." James sighed "But I still choose to use this one, because it was his..."

James' idea was to make Lily feel better. But apparently it didn't work, because she was crying even more. Shit.

"It's okay..." James touched her knee gently but quickly removed his hand away from there, as if Lily's skin burned his hand "Where did you saw it last?"

Lily's eyes flickered to the sides, thinking about it.

"I think..." she sniffed "It was on the train... But I am not sure..." her voice broke "And if it was on the train, then I probably lost it forverer. Because the train is gone. And what if someone took it? What if it fell when I came down the train?"

"Okay..." James calmed her down, she was speaking too fast "Maybe we start searching here... in the castle. And if it is not here, we can talk to Dumbledore and ask him about the people who run the train..."

"Thank you, Potter" Lily stopped him "But this is my problem. You don't have to help me"

"But I want to help you..."

"Just..." she sighed and stood up "Keep an eye open and let me know if you find it, okay?"

James wanted to protest, but Lily touched his wrist and his heart jumped in his chest.

"Your dad's watch is cool" she added observing it.

If only she knew what he had heard that summer. Fleamont might not make it.

"I lied..." he cleared his throat "I only started using this watch this summer..." he thought he was going to have his dad forever "Before that, I used the cool watches" he shrugged.

Lily shook her head, but she was smiling.

"Bye Potter"

Lily started walking away, and James closed his eyes in frustration. He was still an idiot.

"Hey Evans!" he called after her. Lily turned to look. She licked her lips in expectation. She was beautiful "I really hope you find it"

"Cheers..." Lily gave him a soft smile and disappeared through the Common Room Door.

James melted in the couch he was seated in.

"Fuck!" he said "I like her so much! What do I do?"

Maybe he will have to find that necklace after all. Even if it was the last thing he did.

#marauders era #maraudersera #muggle au #james potter #lily evans #jily #james x lily

[k--image]

Twelfth week of university

(First semester = done!)

Aaaaand I'm done! Halfway through my first year already?!

I magically finished my last two assignments overnight, and by 'magic' I mean seven hours straight in the library, accompanied by some sports science students revising hard for exams, which kept me going. I felt like another Baskin Robbins was deserved after that :)

My mind was running at 1% battery all week (as it usually is by the end of term) but I made sure to finish all work before the last day, so I could get home after a fun Christmas-themed psychology quiz and watch the launch of the JingleJam (my favourite time of the year)!

Submitting a leaflet grinded my gears a bit, because a graphic didn't render in HD, PNGs weren't acceptable, and my tutor couldn't accept it through email - a bit of stress before breaking up for Christmas, but it's over now.

I'm heading to Cornwall this weekend (a bit weird in December, I know, but I'm not a summer person lol), so I'm signing off for the year! Starting this studyblr has been fun and I can't wait to continue it in 2023. I'm hoping to start bullet journaling in the new year so be ready for ~aesthetic~ spreads!

Happy holidays - see you next year <3

#studyblr #study #studying #studyspo #darkacademia #darkacademiaaesthetic #photography #aesthetic #academia #academiaaesthetic #uni #student #textpost #diary #psychology #forensicpsychology #forensics #criminalpsychology #studentlife #university

[remidyal]

Just as an update because it's been a week since I posted a Lunacy chapter; I'm doing a rewatch of the Leviathan arc just to make certain I get some of the tone and details right for the next few chapters, and I'm watching with a friend so it may be a few more days to another week yet! Sorry, lovies. (In fairness, I did put up a 10k Fantasy High fic in the intervening time so it's not as though I've been idle)

I'm maybe going to put up the first chapter of another multichapter fic tonight or tomorrow that'll be a lower priority project, focused on a younger Aelwyn and Adaine - Aelwyn will start as 14, Adaine as 12, in the summer before Aelwyn would start the upper classes at Hudol. A tiny little teaser section of that for you is below the cut:

The evening of the day that Aelwyn Abernant took her entrance exam for the upper classes into Hudol wasn't the first time that she fantasized about running away. Not even close, really; she'd started imagining it years ago, when she first realized just how conditional her parents' care could be, the one and only time she had tried defending Adaine to them.

That had been five years ago, when she was nine. At least the lessons on illusions to conceal the bruises after her father had squeezed her wrist just a bit too tightly had been helpful.

It was, however, the first time she starting moving those from being a fantasy to being an actual plan of sorts. She was a full wizard now, after all, well ahead of the entrance requirements for Hudol, almost certainly more practiced than anyone else who would have sat the exam. She shouldn't have to be so worried that she might have misinterpreted one question or another, that she had made a mistake on the divination portion about the meanings of certain omens, about any of it… but she was, because even if her grades wound up being the best, nothing short of perfection would do, and when the final scores came in a week's time there would be no hiding if there had been any errors from her mother, a professor at the school.

She'd been sneaking out from time to time over the last year, any chance to get loose from the oppressive atmosphere of her house a welcome one, and she was pretty certain she could survive out there if she needed to. But it would help if she had some money, and so that night was when she started building a kit of things she could take with her. Ink for more spells, and paper - she'd have to grow without going to Hudol, after all, if she ran. But more importantly, things she could sell, and a way to avoid being found through divination. She did not think her parents would let her leave so easily. Luckily, there were plenty of knick-knacks and things that had been gifted to Angwyn Abernant as the Elvish Ambassador that were deemed by her parents as too tacky to use or display. A lot of those were made of gold or silver, or even some platinum. They wouldn't be missed anytime soon. She could have some of them ready to take and sell, just in case…

She didn't break the kit up when her scores came back perfect after all, but it was a big relief, and she was able to breath without worry for the first time in months. It'd be the end of the summer before any other tasks came up that she absolutely couldn't get wrong, with luck. An eternity.

Still, with that level of preparation, she couldn't call it an impulse when she finally did leave home a month later. Not really, not when she'd been dreaming about it for years and made plans and made preparations and everything.

No, the impulse, the spur of the moment madness, was that she'd brought Adaine with her.

#lunacy #fantasy high #fanfic #writing #update #snippet #aelwyn abernant #adaine abernant #dimension 20

[lele-yjwn]

Waiting ♡

Pairing - jake x fem!reader

Tw- none (let me know if I need to add any)

Genre - fulff ,angst (if u squint) bsf to lovers au!

Author's note - Hi!!! This my first fic I am posting here hope yall like it <3

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The birds were chirping and the sun was shining. The warmth of the day felt so nice it just just put you in good mood. Today the weather was perfect to a point it almost felt magical. You were so busy with college and all your exams that you realized how you forgot to appreciate a good day filled with warmth. Today was the start of your summer break and it already felt nice to be stress free, to have time to appreciate this good weather. You wanted to go out more specifically you wanted to go out with someone special....Jake your best friend aka the guy who has been crushing on you since forever. You wanted to date him, do all the things a couple do but more than everything show him how much you love him and make him feel that he is special deserves the world. The only thing that was holding you back were your thoughts, you weren't scared of commitment but just couldn't comprehend the idea a guy like likes you..you always thought he deserved someone better but he was one stubborn man.

His words from a year back were still stuck in your head "Y/N I know you love me too...but not dating me just because you think I deserve someone better is nonsense I have loved you and you only and i would've just moved on if I knew you didn't like me but knowing that you like me but not wanting to date me cause of that one mere thought breaks me....I hope one day you give me a chance y/n till then I will wait as your friend ....your partner in crime as someone who is never gonna leave your side. I promise this y/n I will forever wait for you." Poor boy has suffered alot cause of you but still kept his promise and today was the day that seemed perfect to confess to him .....that you want to date him..stay by his side and do everything with no fear cause you love him. You texted jake asking him if has time.....

After texting him you got dressed up. You wore a cute pastel dress and braided your hair made some sandwiches and packed some other stuff for your little picnic "date".

You reached the park and see Jake waiting near the entrance. He smiles at you." Did you wait for too long ? I am sorry if I made you wait" you said. "Hey don't say that I only arrived like 5 mins early...so let's go." Through out the picnic he kept staring at you "I know I look pretty but you don't need to stare for that long." You said with a smirk on your face. Jake just chuckles at your statement and said "well you always look pretty...I was just wondering what is the reason that you are all dressed up today...as much as I know you....

You hate dressing up like you celebrated your birthday in just pajamas so I was just thinking." "Hey birthdays make you tired and I got lazy ok." You said . "Ok ok fine." He said laughing.

It was evening, the sun was setting you both were walking around the park. You both stopped at a place and stared at the sunset. "Hey jake I have something to confess. Remember last year when I told you I love you but i was scared of dating......well jake i want to date you i want to show you how much i love you...I don't want my fear to let me miss out on all the beautiful memories we could make ....

I want us to be real." You said and pecked his cheek. He didn't respond. You thought that maybe he doesn't feel the same anymore. " it's ok Jake if you don't fe- " before you could finish the sentence he pulled into a kiss. You kissed him back with no hesitation.

You feel the love the warmth and the longing in that kiss. You were a shy person but at that moment you didn't think about the people looking at you or anything. There was only one thing in you mind ...Jake. you guys pulled out after god knows how long. He picked you up and twirled you around with the biggest smile on his face. You just clutched on to him and were squealing like a little kid. After putting you down he said "y/n you have no idea how happy I am....I....I have never felt this happy in my entire life...you as my girlfriend oh my gosh I can't believe it." You were just a giggly blushing mess you couldn't even speak.....you didn't realize but your eyes were tearing up. Jake noticed it and got all worried and asked "hey..hey why are you crying....please don't cry.

He said pulling you into his embrace while wiping your tears. "No silly these are happy tears I just got overwhelmed by the thought how much we both have been waiting for this very moment." You said still smiling....at this point your cheeks were hurting from smiling but you couldn't help it, you were just so happy. " well all I can say Is it was worth the wait ....cause my love you are worth it." He said and pecked your lips. You guys then left the park walking hand in hand. Either of you couldn't stop smiling " today was one perfect day." You Said ....Jake just looked at you with the most loving stare and replied "it really was."

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#jungwon fic #enhypen #student #jungwon #jake #fluff #jake x reader #sim jaeyun #jay #jake ff #jake imagine

[znitsamluv]

Hii can i join your matchup event?

I'm 16, I'm bi so I don't really mind if my match is male or female. I'm ambivert, my mbti istp and my horoscope is leo.

Hobbies: reading, listening to music, drawing [if i have a motivation] and watching movies;

Likes: colour red, horror genre, urban legends, mythology [mainly Egyptian], cats, fantasy genre, spicy food; Snakes, true crime.

Dislikes: sweets, dogs[I don't hate them i just dislike them], romance movies [i like romance books tho], soda;

Personality: I'm very laid back but sometimes come off as ego-centric and domineering. I have to admit I’m a lazy person who prefers having a leisure more than anything else. I mostly spends my time as a stoic and a calm person and i might even come off as apathetic towards the world around me [even tho I’m not]. I’m usually perceived as being insensitive because i generally prefer to deal with emotions in my own head rather than openly. tbh I often think I’m above others, yet I am always willing to acknowledge that I’m a total piece of shit [sometimes] Sometimes i have fantasies and ideals that I want to start creating or becoming but i give myself a reality check and let the dream fade away. I’m very innovative but still choose the practical route a lot. It’s easy for me to create goals and envision the end results but it’s ridiculously hard for me to remain committed to the process. my sense of humour is full of sarcasm and irony. I’m very responsible and dependable. I have trust issues and I don’t like asking for others help. I fear rejection and most of the time i think people are lying to me or being two faced. I feel like someone saying no to me or rejecting me would demange my pride and ego and others would talk about me and make fun of me so i refrain from asking for help or anything similar. I’m not really good at group works cause i get really competitive [not in s good way].

Your match is ready!

Your match is

Ran Haitani !

•How you met

° you were in the same class as Rindou and he doesn't show up to class but on exams day he showed up with his brother beside him .

° you didn't pay much attention to the whole thing as you were revising for the exam but unfortunately for you you were the only one in the class at that time so of course the Older flirty Haitani had to annoy you.

° He stood in front of your desk playing with one of his braids while looking at you.

° " Isn't it too early for you to be here sweetheart? " Ran expected the normal reaction he gets from his fangirls but oh boy he was shocked when he saw you look him up and down then back to your book without answering.

° from that day on he would wait everyday at your class door so he could try and get a reaction from you but you usually ignored him or gave him a sarcastic reply.

° At first he was annoyed but then when time passed he started looking forward to seeing you everyday and seeing you roll your eyes from annoyance when you see him or how you smile sarcastically while giving him a smartass comeback.

° It was now the last day of school before summer break and he couldn't think about how he wasn't going to see again so he had to do something.

° " I've been annoying you all year now I think I need a reward for making your year exciting....... How about a date ? " .

" ..... Yeah sure .... "

" You are being sarcastic aren't you?"

" No "

° He was so happy that he almost tripped when he ran to his Motorcycle but tried to act cool about it .

°During the date he found out that you have quite a big ego and prefer staying home and sleeping so he thought to himself

' I have finally found the one '.

• How is your dating life .

° you both like staying home so you have lots of indoor dates where you order food or cook together then watch a movie while being tucked under a cozy blanket.

° Sleep over is a must as you both enjoy each other's presence.

° Ran never get used to your sarcasm humor and would believe everything you say in a heart beat.

° Ran would act all brave and tough when he is watching horror movies with you but he usually makes Rindou sleep on the floor in his room to make sure no ghost is going to eat him .

° Usually when you see a stray cat you go and pet it so ran caught on that you like cats and the next day he gave you a little kitten.....He named it Ran .

° Ran isn't an animal person but seeing you all happy about the kitten made him warm inside and he eventually softened towards the kitten and started playing with it and feed it .

° He would sometimes get jealous because it is taking all of your time and would glare at It when you are not looking.

° one day Ran called you to come to Rindou's party and it was out of Ran's character to want to attend a party especially one filled with drunk teenagers and loud music but you still went .

° You both Ended up not liking the party and left on Ran's bike and drove until you found a nice spot on a Hill to star gaze .

° it was all nice until the rain started pouring, Ran panicked and started looking around for shelter but you couldn't find any so you had to stay under the rain while Ran drove you home .

° you both Ended up sick and Rindou had to take care of both of you .

° Ran might not show it but he really enjoys when you tell him about Urban legend you're interested in or How your eyes lights up when you talk about something you like .

° You made ran watch a true crime documentary and he almost got a heart attack while you remained unfazed, he was convinced for a bit that you are a serial killer.

° Ran loves your personality and thinks that you really match with his and he enjoys how people avoid you both when you are together because of how intimidating you both look .

° Ran doesn't show his soft personality a lot but when he does he is really cute like when he wakes up in the middle of the night looking for you just to cuddle.

° At the end you both went from hating each other to loving each other unconditionally.

[taranza-stan]

(Well, here goes nothing)

So, I know that for the last few weeks has been pure reblogs with maybe one ore two tags sticked on to them.

And that's simply because the final exams this year really took a lot of time and effort from me, so I basically just put a whole bunch of stuff into the que whenever I was scrolling through here, and that was honestly just when I was taking a break from studying or freaking out about not studying enough so there's that.

But I didn't want to start ranting about the stress I have to get my Abi, Instead I wanted to tell you guys about something that I had planned for a longer time now.

Now, first of all I have to say that I have adored theme parks for my whole life. I went on Rollercoasters and theme rides since I was in first grade, which now ended with me becoming the most Adrenaline needing freak and scenery appreciating freak whenever I get to go Into one.

(Seriously, If you're someone who gets easily scared of rollercoaster or other thrill rides you would not have a good time with me in a theme park, I lose all regard for my Life whenever I see a steel monstrosity of death in front of me)

Because of this, I also had a bunch of park simulator Videogames, that I played alot of, especially Rollercoaster Tycoon 3. But even though half of my parks in that game looked great, and the other half were hell traps designed to torture my guests, there were still many limitations in that game so I could never build the park I really wanted to see.

And then I found Planet Coaster.

Planet Coaster is another theme park simulator and the freedom this game gives you is actually absurd. A giant variety of scenery, coasters, buildings and what not which you can arrange in almost any way you want.

And now we can get to my plan.

Now you know I love theme parks, I love Videogames, so I need to make a Videogame theme park. But because of the Limitations in RCT 3 that was never really possible for me.

But with this game? I saw what some other people did with it and everything I wanted is now possible.

Problem is, I couldn't decide for the Life of me for what kind of game I wanted to build this park. Professor Layton, Kirby or splatoon where some of my first thoughts, but then I had Ideas for even more games I also love, like Luigis Mansion, Metroid or Hollow Knight.

So, what was my decision in the end?

Well, since this blog is already a mess of different fandoms, I'm not gonna make different parks for each game, but one park for every game, with each part of the park being for a different game I'm a fan of.

With Summer break now coming up and all exams written, I have more than enough time to start building on this little passion project of mine.

I will try giving daily main updates, where I recap everything I got done that day, but of course I'm also blogging throughout the day while I work on the Park.

(Well, my day at least. It's probably going to be night then for the most of you)

So that was alot of text, and If you actually got to read till the end, thank you, have a cookie 🍪

Let's hope that I can successfully turn this blank field into my fandom paradise.

(Also, If you find any grammatical or spelled errors in there, I'm sorry but I'm not checking all that a second time)

[rae-gar-targaryen]

In undergrad, and suffering through very bad senioritis. I'm going to have to retake a class next semester, have you ever had to retake a class? Like I used to be the student who would freak out when she would get a B on an assignment and now, I didn't turn in two finals because I literally could not care about them less.

You just seem like a good person to ask for advice as a fellow Latina. And your post from a few days ago really motivated me to try to be better for my last semester next year.

And congrats on passing the bar exam!

Aww, my fellow Latina, mi amorcita! Thank you for your well-wishes, and I'm always happy to listen and offer what I can. Thank you for sharing!

First of all, I am sending you a BIG HUG! You are worthy of softness and love. It takes a lot to feel everything that you're feeling, and a lot of strength to acknowledge you want to try, to keep going, to change. And I'm PROUD OF YOU!

School is stressful, no matter what level (undergrad, post-grad, law school, anything...) and honestly, I find the harder I push, the more and more tired and burned out I get. And I'm sorry to hear about your finals, and having to retake your class. I can most certainly relate --

I've never had to retake a class, myself, but I did drop a couple of classes in my undergrad because I just became TOO overwhelmed. Too tired. And it's hard to acknowledge that sometimes, you have to quit. And I've also done absolutely shitty on certian finals (especially in law school). That was SO HARD for me -- I would also freak out if I did less than perfect in a class, and never wanted to admit I couldn't handle all I wanted to take on. But it isn't the end of the world. You can always finish what you've started in due time, or you can change course.

Life is funny that way -- there's no one way through it. And one class, one grade or two, will not break you. Will not define you as a person. Or the person you will become, or the things you will achieve.

And the most important thing is to GIVE YOURSELF SOME GRACE. Grace is hard to come by the more we move through the world. So don't be afraid to be gentle with yourself when you need it.

Ask yourself if you're in the area of study you want to be, if you're taking the classes you want/need to take. Make the changes you can afford to make that enrich you.

Take the summer to rest up. To reassess. To come back next semester ready to take on the things you want to achieve.

I believe in you, babe. I know you can do it! Listen to a song you love, wear something that makes you feel powerful. Enjoy your summer. You've GOT THIS.

#lovely anons #i am here for you babe

[natti-ice]

You’re Still My Favorite Girl- Remus Lupin.

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Fem!reader

Summary: Remus and Y/N, once best friends, wonder what happened to their bond

Warnings: written in third person (she/her pronouns), (1.7k words)

Author’s note: this is a reupload, I wrote this a while ago!

Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated<3

Growing up together, Remus and Y/N were basically attached at the hip. If one was around, you knew the other was around the corner. Their mothers were best friends so they were grandfathered into a friendship. 

Always running around, laughing and joking, and always somewhere they weren't supposed to be. On a few occasions, they got in trouble for accidentally breaking Her mother's fine china. But hey, tea parties call for no less than the finest dishware. When they received their Hogwarts letters they were so excited to be able to hang out without their parents looking over their shoulder.

They got sorted into the same house, which meant they could spend every day together. But fate had other plans, during first year they both met new people and created new friendships. They still hung out all the time. As the years went on and school got harder it seemed they couldn't see each other as often as they'd like. 

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Which leads us to today, a random day in their 6th year. Y/N had been focusing on her studies now that they will be graduating next year. Remus had been trying his best to keep his friends "The Marauders" as they call themselves, out of trouble. Inevitably, it never worked because madam Pince just handed him a slip for detention tonight. Great, he thought what a good way to spend the evening. He rolled his eyes

He didn't even commit the act of "defacing school property" it was James. The marauders sat in the library studying for their next transfiguration exam. 

James had been using the book Remus had checked out that discussed accidents that happened when a transfiguration spell went wrong. Reading wasn't something James loved to do so when he was bored he doodled in the book. 

Not knowing this, at the end of their session, Remus went to return the book. He had been the only one to actually check out a book so the rest of the boys left without him. Madam Pince loved her books as if they were her children so she checked every book for any damage once returned. 

Flipping through the pages she started to notice little stars and stick figures in the margins

"Mr. Lupin would you care to explain why you have drawn in this book?" she asked him in an accusatory tone.

"I haven't written in any book ma'am" the boy responded politely

"Right, well then why are there doodles all over these pages? do you know how old this book is?" her tone rising a bit

"I promise you I have-" he glanced down at the book realizing who the actual culprit was. sighing he took the blame. "I'm sorry ma'am I didn't mean to, I must have mistaken it for my own book."

"Well, you can be sorry tonight in detention." 

James definitely owed him for this one.

-

Walking to detention Remus was upset he knew this would go on his record. Over the years he had been good at staying out of trouble, well at least not getting caught. All it took was one stupid stick figure. 

The classroom was empty, seems the school was quiet this week. Remus took a seat at a desk in the middle of the class. He was early, he always was. Waiting for the professor to come, another student came in. It was his old friend Y/N.

It felt like he hadn't seen her in so long, the last time they spoke was during summer. The Lupins and L/Ns had dinner with each other once a month during the summer. It had started getting awkward for the two as the years progressed. Most of their interactions had consisted of quick hellos in the hallway.

She looked different for the last time they spoke. She had grown into her looks, she was never ugly by any means but she seemed more mature.

As the girl walks into the room, their eyes lock. Sending the boy a greeting smile, she sits at a desk two seats away from the boy who was staring at her.

"Hi Y/N" Remus greeted her

"Hello Remus" she replied

"What are you in for?" He asked as if they were both prisoners

"You know, wrong place wrong time" she played along

"yeah same, I took all the blame" they both laughed.

"Hush now students" Professor McGonagall said as she strutted to the front of the classroom. scanning the classroom seeing it was only the two students. " As you both know, this is a time for reflection. while you organize all of the textbooks and clean the room, think about what you can do to better yourself so you do not end up here again. Is that understood?"

"Yes professor" the pair said in unison

"Good. Cleaning supplies are in the cupboard, I will be back in an hour to check your progress." She exited.

The two didn't waste any time getting to work, Y/N going for the textbooks and Remus the cleaning supplies.

-

Working in silence, Y/N thought about her best friend. All the times they ended up in trouble together, having to clean up the mess afterward. She wondered what happened between them, why things weren't like they use to. She didn't hate him or anything, she feared she had done something to push him away.

Remus walked over to Y/N's side of the classroom to wipe down the counter she just cleaned. 

"Hey Remus can I ask you something?" Y/N asked hoping to clear things up

"uh yeah sure what's up?" nervous about what she was going to say

"What happened to us? We use to be so close" she said with sad undertones in her voice

He never really thought about the reason why they weren't close anymore. Things just ended up that way. "I'm not sure, we just drifted apart I guess." he said

"I was afraid I had done something to make you hate me"

"Hate you? That's crazy. c'mon Y/N you're still my favorite girl" He smiled at her causing her to smile back. "How could I ever hate you? I've loved you my whole." He whispered

"Really?" She said feeling heat rise in her cheeks.

"Of course I have. You were always the best part of the day. Being around you brings me comfort, like everything would be okay because you were there."

"I never knew you felt that way, if I did I would've told you sooner." she said 

"Tell me what?" He asked curiously 

"I love you, Remus."

"Like love, love?" Remus asked wide-eyed.

"Yes, love love. I have since I can remember." Y/N said, nervousness growing in her chest

Remus didn't reply. Awkward silence growing, it was almost deafening. Remus had always thought about this moment, the day he would finally tell her how he truly felt. He never thought she'd be the first to say it. He loved everything about her, her laugh, her wit, the way her hair glistened in the sun. He had almost told her when they were 13, but things didn't pan out that way.

*flashback*

Remus stares at himself in the mirror. I've got this, she'll say yes. He thought trying to build up false confidence to tell Y/N the truth. Walking into the common room with a confident stride, his three buddies look at him confusedly.

"What's put some pep in your step today?" Sirius asked his taller friend.

"I've decided to tell Y/N how I feel." He said nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

"It's about time. C'mon boys, today our Moony becomes a man." James said standing up headed toward the portrait exit. 

-

The four boys walked through the campus in search of Y/N, usually around this time she was reading in the courtyard. 

There she was, same spot reading her classic novel. Looking as beautiful as ever.

"You've got this" James said giving him an encouraging nudge.

Remus came out of his trance, shaking the nerves out of his hands. Pulling out her favorite flower from his bag, hiding it behind his back. Starting to head towards the girl, rehearsing what he's going to say under his breath.

Before he could reach the girl, A tall dark-haired fourth-year Ravenclaw walked up to the girl. Looking up from her book smiling at the older boy. Remus froze, watching the two interact. Y/N stands up interlocking her hand with the boys, walking off into the distance. 

Remus was stunned, he had no idea she was seeing someone. She never told him.

Abruptly turning around, Remus storms off. As he passes his friends who are trying to comfort him, he drops the flower.

*End of flashback*

Wanting to break the silence Y/N speaks up. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have-"

"I love you too." Remus cut her off "I meant to tell you a long time ago, I just never got the words out." He said averting her gaze.

Her heart started racing at his words, not knowing what to do she pulled him into an embrace. Resting her head on his chest, he wraps his arms around her waist afraid to let go.

"I was scared you wouldn't feel the same" she whispered

"It's impossible for me not to love you" he spoke rubbing his hand along her back

The pair stood there for a while, taking in each other's presence. Y/N lifted her head to look into Remus' loving eyes. Warm breath fanning over each other faces. 

Remus leans in, connecting their lips. His lips were soft and gently forceful, he had waited for this for too long. Deepening the kiss by placing his hand on the back of her neck. 

Lost in the passion they failed to feel the presence of someone in the room.

"Ahem" McGonagall cleared her throat, causing the students to jump away from each other embarrassed. 

"Sorry Professor, we were just-"

"Save it Mr. Lupin. You two are dismissed" 

Y/N headed towards the door with her head down, trying not to look her Professor in the eye. Remus following right behind her, only to be stopped by The older witch

"I always knew you could do it." she smiled at the boy, he returned the smile exiting the classroom.

"Y/N wait up" He shouts causing the girl to turn around. He jogs up next to her to catch up. Walking side by side back to their dorms. After a few feet, Remus stops her.

"I forgot to ask, would you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?" he asked with a hopeful grin

"Hmm let me think about it..... of course I will." She said matching his cheesy grin, pulling him into a short sweet kiss.

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[flowers-ferns-and-feathers]

hello everyone!! i am returning after. almost a year.

updates on myself; fourth year of uni begun successfully-- had a summer paper on religion science and magic, which was fun! essay got an a-, and still waiting for exam results to be released. got wayyy better at taking notes because of this paper, which is super cool, and i felt really prepared by the end. actual learning was really interesting (learnt i have a vendetta against galileo... the bastard) and the history of (european) magic was really fascinating. i want to do some more digging on it actually. it was fun because i studied dante's inferno last year second sem, and i got to have a different angle on dante from a religious and scientific perspective rather than a literary one!

i had a medieval lit paper and a shakespeare paper at the end of last year (a+ and b respectively). loved med lit, liked shakespeare less (super disorganized lecturer really soured it for me), and i passed my first sem papers by aegrotat because i was super ill for the exam and couldn't go.

first semester has just started (as of monday), and i am taking an introductory linguists paper, and then a paper on the writers in the romantic period (lots of william blake! very exciting because i love his poetry and artwork). little worried about linguistics because there's a big group project and i'm out of the country for a wedding for our mid-sem break and the following week. so i might have to drop it and swap out for another english paper, which puts some pressure on my graduation plans.

on a more personal note, health has been super unpredictable in the last few months quite suddenly. i've been using filofax for journaling, which has helped my memory issues a lot (yay!), but brainfog has been worse.

hopefully i will. be better with this this year. need to keep myself accountable

#lia learns #hello hi i missed you all <3

[maxolotl452]

Back to the "start" [early days 2009-2012]

My college story [pre-diagnosis]: In 2009, I graduated high school. Transfered into the local community college for biology.

Fall 2009: The first semester went great, though I struggled with the History of Western Civilization. That's probably because of unmedicated ADHD and having listened to Western Civ most of my HS experience. That's also when I started reading Glee fanfiction, so I'd often read that instead of study.

Spring 2010: much the same. The vicious combo of Chemistry I, Calc I, and Intro to Literature kicked my butt. However, Western Civ II was amazing.

Summer 2010 [diaster begins] My advisor said the only way I could graduate on time was if I took Calc II and Chem II in the summer. BOY, she screwed me over in so many ways. A D in the Chem II -4 credits [transferable, but have to retake; and F in Calc II -5 credits]. Tanked my GPA and was a sign of something more going on.

I couldn't remember things, I was tired in the morning, and alert in the evening. I could eat a lot without gaining weight, but still feel hungry and awful. I was both high-energy and exhausted. Later, my first Endocrinlogist and my high school anatomy teacher described it as being on uppers and downers at the same time. Or having the gas and break going and spinning in circles burning yourself out.

I continued on with school because I didn't really know what was happening. I was barely 19 and have since learned that both ADHD and LADA can cause issues with mind and body communication.

Fall 2010: I took Bio, Anatomy, U.S. History, and Intro to Psych.

The time of day really impacted how I was doing. I got an A on my first Bio exam at 9 am. Then I proceeded to fail the next 3. U.S. History I couldn't retain the information, disliked it in the first place, and also had it earlier in the day. Anatomy and Psychology were later in the day so I could pass them.

In late October 2010 my dad noticed I had a puffy neck when going to visit relatives. He told my mom to take me to the ER. I had am EKG that had showed concerning results especially witj my heart rate being above 160. They told me I needed to see an endocrinologist. My dad set me up with his. The worst bedside manner known [well probably not] to man, but he saved my life.

Because I could get medicated, I withdrew from two of my classes for medical reasons and managed to pass the other two [no idea how tbh]. I was diagnosed with Graves' Disease with a severe Hyperthyroid and Goider that was impacting my breathing. I was on drugs every 2-4 hours. Then I got my blood drawn, and right before I drank a juice box because it's all I had at the time.

My blood sugar was 512 mg/dl, and my A1C was 11. Type 2 runs in my family, so there was an assumption that that's what it was. I was put on novolog 70/30, but two weeks later, he sent me for antibody testing. 10 days before US Thanksgiving 2011, I got the call that I am Type 1 insulin dependent.

I was immediately taken off the 70/30 and placed on Levemir and Novolog. Relatively high doses as having two autoimmune conditions at once on fire seemed to make my body more resistant to go below 170 ever.

My then endocrinologist said my thyroid was making everything worse, including my airway. Radio active iodine wouldn't shrink it enough. So, I was scheduled for a total Thyroidectomy on April 6, 2011.

Ironically, the area I struggled the most to learn while sick was anatomy, I had to withdraw from Anatomy II 3 different times while in treatment [and once post].

Following the total Thyroidectomy on April 6, 2011, my blood sugar stabilized with low imsulin. I was slowly lowered from 20 levemir twice a day, down to 18 levemir once a day. I was only taking 1-2 units per meal where, before, I was taking 5-7 depending on the carbs. My ratio was still 1:15. My endocrinologist wanted to start me on this "new GLP-1 RA, Victoza" and said he suspected I am LADA, not just Type 1. This means I might have a little pancreatic function left, and using Victoza might foster that insulin sustaining. Taking Victoza allowed me to stop taking fast acting insulin and my A1C was still in the non diabetic range.

I returned in Fall 2011 to continue my degree and was doing really well, primarily getting A's with an occasional B. Unfortunately, with the F and D on my final grades, my GPA was on the lower side, so I had to do really well to get that up. I was very lucky that I was in a guaranteed admissions program from high school that lowered the requirements [though they'd gone up in that time]. So I just needed more than a 2.75 [non-program needed 3.0].

I was able to get it up to 3.93 before I graduated and was able to transfer to a 4-year college.

To be continued...

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