#i have a doctor's appointment right after work too. so ugh ugh ugh

[jujutsubaby]

🩷 sex drive 🩷

☆ pairing: toji fushiguro x afab!reader ☆ summary: you go to a valentine's day blood drive at work. maybe it's just that you've been single for too long, but isn't the volunteer drawing your blood kinda...? well, let's just say you wouldn't mind exchanging a few other bodily fluids with him, too. ☆ tags: modern au, workplace au ☆ warnings: 18+!! MINORS DNI!! dirty talk, oral sex (f!recieving), slight exhibitionism, daddy kink ☆ a/n: happy valentine's day (again)!! another quick little treat for u all hehe...inspired by my real life experience of going to a valentine's day blood drive (except for the fun parts ofc lmao).

you knew you should have made up an excuse and stayed home today. you hate to be a cliche bitter ass single woman who's not getting any younger on valentine's day, but it's hard not to play to type when the whole office is decorated in cutesy pinks and reds. it definitely doesn't help that your boss, suguru, keeps getting visits every 15 minutes from his boyfriend satoru.

"ugh, what's with the pda?" you grumble at what feels like satoru's 30th visit to suguru's open cubicle. "haven't you two been together for, like, a thousand years already?" your coworker utahime helpfully makes gagging noises to emphasize your point.

"hey now, y/n, you KNOW that i'm the head of marketing and suguru's the head of sales! i can't help it if he and i have lots of important things to discuss," satoru protests with puppy dog eyes.

"i didn't realize important marketing meetings involve sitting on coworkers' laps now," utahime mumbles, and the pair of you giggle conspiratorially.

however, as the day goes on and utahime keeps receiving increasingly elaborate flower arrangements delivered to her from her doctor girlfriend shoko, you find yourself feeling more glum than ever. you decide to go out for a stroll, hoping the cold february air will slap some sense into you.

unfortunately, not even five minutes after you set out, droplets of threatening rain turn into a torrential downpour. you curse; in your mopey mood this morning, you totally forgot to check the forecast!

you really don't want to go back into the lovefest of your office right now, so you start looking desperately around for a rescue — an underhang to stand under, anything.

that's when you see a bright red sign advertising a blood drive for valentine's day being held at your neighboring building. that could be an interesting idea. at least this way, you can tell yourself you did a good deed on valentine's day instead of just complaining the whole time. even more appealingly, you see that it'll take about an hour, which is one less hour you'll have to spend around satoru's soppy nicknames for suguru. after shooting a quick text to your team's group chat informing them of your last minute appointment, you decide to brave the rain and head over, hoping there's an opening for a walk-in.

you enter the room where the blood drive is taking place, praying you don't look too much like a drowned rat. your self-consciousness melts away and you smile brightly when you see a familiar face.

"shoko! you're volunteering here today?"

"oh, hey y/n," your quiet friend replies, giving you a small smile back. "yeah, utahime and i have a date nearby this evening, so i thought i might as well sign up. what time was your appointment for?"

"well, uh, i didn't exactly make an appointment..." you say awkwardly. "are walk-ins ok?"

"no problem, we got a lot of no-shows today anyway," shoko replies with a subtle roll of her eyes. she then hands you a clipboard and a pen. "just fill this out, and i'll get you screened and set up and everything."

you gratefully take the clipboard and head into the tiny compartment curtained off at the side of the room, presumably to give donors some privacy as they get screened. you fill out the form (trying not to think of your stupid ex boyfriend when you encounter the questions about your sex life), and once you're done, you poke your head back outside of the compartment.

"i'm ready now, shoko," you call. when your friend doesn't answer, you crane your neck around to the desk where she had been sitting. "shoko?"

"she just went on break," a husky, masculine voice replies from behind you. "i'll be taking over." you look back and are immediately floored by what just has to be the finest specimen of the male form you've ever seen, clad in obscenely tight scrubs that emphasize every bulging muscle. focus!!

"oh thanks doctor...um...fushiguro," you read from his nametag. he's so tall that it happens to be at your eye level, giving you quite a nice eyeful of his firm, muscular chest. what business did men have being this tall, anyway?!

"just call me toji," he says casually, grinning down at you. he takes the clipboard from your outstretched hands and jerks his head back towards the compartment you had been waiting in. "let's head back there so we have more...privacy." maybe it's just your imagination, but you could have sworn he smirked when he said that. you take deep breaths to suppress the unholy thoughts you're having, and you follow him back into the side room.

when you push the curtain aside and go in after him, you see he's already settled into one of the two chairs crammed into the tight space that he's clearly a little too large for. as you daintily resume your position in your own chair, he shifts and splays his long legs out, brushing your thigh with his knee. you inhale sharply.

he clears his throat and pulls out a pair of reading glasses from his breast pocket before reading your questionnaire. he nods at your answers (although you can't help but turn beet red as his eyes scan over the section about when you last had a new sex partner).

"looks fine to me. let's take your blood pressure now...y/n" he says, positively purring when he sounds out your name. "beautiful name for a beautiful girl," he says with a roguish wink, making you turn even redder than you ever knew was possible. was he making you uncomfortable on purpose?!

"mind taking your top off?" he asks, rummaging around in the drawer in front of him.

"i'm sorry?!" you choke out. that was a freebie! happy fucking valentine's day to you!

"oh, sorry, i meant so i can put the bp monitor around your arm. i don't know if you can roll your sleeves up in that blouse," he says, looking up from the drawer. you notice his eyes on your breasts, and you realize that you of course had worn your white button down over your lacy black camisole on the day mother nature decided to get you soaking wet. you must look like such a hussy!

you quickly unbutton your blouse and show him your arm to wrap the thick velcro band around, trying hard to avoid eye contact. it doesn't matter, though; you can feel his eyes boring into you like lasers. why does he have to be so hot?! you hope being in his presence won't throw off your blood pressure reading...you can feel your pulse going a little haywire.

As he tightens the band and starts the measurement, toji starts making small talk.

"so, you doing anything for valentine's day?"

ugh. anything but this topic.

"no," you reply simply, hoping not to broker further discussion.

he presses on, not taking your cue (or if he did, he ignored it.)

"no? what, your partner doesn't celebrate?"

toji reads out your bp measurement to you, but you don't even pay attention to it as you notice his hand brushing the side of your breast as he unwraps the bp monitor's band from your exposed arm. you gulp as you realize only the thin satiny layer of your cami is keeping his hands from touching your tits.

"uh..ah.." you say, hoping he doesn't notice the effect his one brief physical touch had on you, "n-no...my ex-boyfriend and i broke up a few months ago already." you don't mention how you saw him in your bed on your birthday in the arms of another person.

toji looks up at you from darkly hooded eyes.

"his loss...i know i'd treasure valentine's day with a pretty little thing like you."

just like that, toji snaps back into professional mode again, leaving you reeling once more from his flirtatious behavior. he was way too handsome to be acting like this on a dime! a girl like you could get ideas...

"i'm going to do a thumbprick now to get a quick reading on your blood. is that ok with you?"

you nod, and he grins at you.

"that's my girl," he hums in a low voice.

then, before you're even able to process what's happening, he takes your hand and engulfs it in his own. he then begins rubbing your hand back and forth, and you feel a small frisson of pleasure at the sensation of his callouses against your small, soft fingers.

"noticed your skin was a little cold, so i thought i'd warm your hand up before taking the sample," he explained, but you're hardly able to even listen to him as you enjoy the blissful sensation of his hands rubbing yours. his fingers were so long and thick, and so dextrous... how would those fingers feel somewhere else...no! stop! what are you thinking?! you've definitely been single for too long.

"all right, y/n," toji murmurs gently. "you're just going to feel a small prick...sorry about that..." he takes the sample and puts it into a machine for processing. he then reaches back into the drawer and withdraws a digital thermometer.

"while we're waiting for that to finish, let's take your temperature." you nod and extend your hands to take the thermometer from him, but he ignores you and instead roughly takes your chin in one of his huge, warm hands, tilting your head up towards his chest.

"open up for me now, y/n" he purrs, your name sounding like the sweetest and most beautiful sound you've ever heard when it's coming from his mouth; you can't help but comply. he gently inserts the thermometer under your tongue, and you note his eyes lingering on your lips for much longer than they have to. embarrassingly, you notice heat pooling between your legs, and tension twisting by your belly button. you could get used to this...all too soon, though, the thermometer beeps, and he takes it out. toji clicks his tongue as he reads the small display.

"99 degrees even," he reads out. "now that's a surprise."

"what? why's that?" you ask, confused. how could a body temperature be surprising?

"well, our cutoff is 99.5, and i was sure you'd be way too hot," he says with a laugh and another wink. you giggle back demurely; you can't help but act all girlish and coquettish with someone like him. you've never seen a man in real life wink so much, but you find you don't mind. it suits him.

"all right, y/n, let's go get some blood drawn!" he says enthusiastically, rising from his chair. you follow suit. he reaches around you (did his arm just brush your breasts again?) and opens the curtain for you. "after you, princess."

you used to hate when your ex called you "princess"...but when toji called you that, it sounded like the doors to the heavens opened and angels were singing. you'll definitely be thinking about that for awhile. probably before bedtime, and probably while touching yourself. you sigh and exit the small room before hopping up onto one of the cots that were brought to the building for the blood drive.

toji pops a small stress ball into your hand. "now, make a fist for me," he says, using his fingers to close yours, "and start squeezing that." he squeezes his fist around yours. it wasn't so confusing of an instruction that you needed a demonstration, and you're beginning to suspect that toji's making excuses to keep touching you. not that you mind, exactly.

you keep squeezing, and he examines the tender inside of your elbow. "that's a gorgeous vein you've got there, princess. this'll be easy for me," he murmurs seductively, and you blush. you've never been complimented on a vein, of all things, before.

soon, toji pierces your arm (pursing his lips sympathetically as you emit a sharp gasp, which of course makes you stare at his lips), and your blood is pumping merrily into a bag. you decide to make conversation with him, this time.

"how about you, toji? i'm sure someone like you has big plans for valentine's day, right?" you ask, raising your eyebrows suggestively.

"oh, yeah," he chuckles. "if you count getting high and watching magnolia for the millionth time big plans. i don't really go for that stuff," he says.

"i love paul thomas anderson," you say huskily, trying to flutter your eyelashes at him. it's been a long time since you've flirted, and you're probably embarrassing yourself. "you know what the perfect film of his for today would be, though?"

"what's that, princess?"

you smirk. "there will be blood."

toji lets out a huge laugh in spite of himself, and you smile proudly. flirtation successful!

soon, your blood has filled the small bag, and toji removes the needle, pressing gauze to the wound. the feel of his hands pressing into your arm is one of the most blissful things you've felt all week. he asks you to continue maintaining the pressure, and you feel like whining that it won't feel as nice as when he does it before remembering where you are and complying. you watch as he picks up your sample and sorts it in with the others; you feel a bit shy, seeing him manhandle your little blood bag like that. it feels so intimate.... you gulp as you imagine him manhandling you like that.

"all right, y/n, now you just need to rest for twenty minutes, and you'll be good to go." you start climbing out from the cot, feeling a little disappointed that your short, exciting interaction with toji is coming to an end. oh well. some excitement is better than none.

"we have some cookies for the donors in the seating area," he continues. "lucky you...i'd love a little taste of something sweet right about now..."

ok, it definitely wasn't your imagination — he positively growled that last sentence, and he was eyeing you. as you get up, you notice you're a little shaky on your feet; you realize that you actually hadn't eaten lunch before coming, since you'd been in such a rush to get away. you list and sway dangerously to one side, but a pair of strong arms braces you. you let your head fall back onto a perfectly firm, taut chest.

"careful, there, sweetheart" toji whispers in your ear, his breath tickling your sensitive skin as he lifts you up. you try not to think too much about how your back is pressed into him right now. "i think i'd better keep an eye on you." he walks you over to the front of the room, bracing your back against himself the whole way over. he leads you to the front of the room, where there are folding chairs and a card table with a small platter of supermarket cookies as promised. as shoko had alluded earlier, the blood drive was not busy at all. in fact, it was completely empty currently; just you and toji, alone in this room... you feel yourself getting faint again, but not for the same reason.

"y'know, princess..." toji says, sitting again with his legs splayed out over the chair across from you as you nibble a chocolate chip cookie. "my shift's ending right about...when your observation period ends."

you tilt your head inquisitively at him, hoping you knew why he was saying this. he leans forward, the flimsy plastic chair creaking under the weight of his solid muscle. what you'd let that muscle do to you...

"i don't think that i, as a medical professional, can let you go back to work today..." he continues. "i think you'd better go home after this." then, he smiles deviously. "and i think i'd better take you back, just to give you a...full examination."

it takes all of your restraint not to fling the rest of the cookie down and jump his bones right then and there. instead, you reply,

"i think i'd appreciate the house call." you do your best to make your voice ooze with suggestion so he knows you're picking up what he's putting down.

after what feels like the slowest fifteen minutes of your life, it's finally time to leave. just as toji's shift is about to end, shoko returns from her break, and you take the opportunity to ask her to have utahime bring your things back home from the office for you. since they're your neighbors, you can pick them up later tonight. or perhaps, tomorrow morning...just in case tonight gets a little too busy.

"something came up," you explain to her breathlessly, but you know shoko notices toji's hand creeping up the small of your back.

"have fun," shoko says to the both of you, only slightly judgmental but mostly encouraging.

since you took the bus to work that morning and toji refuses to wait a moment longer than he has to to commence your "examination," he insists on driving you back in his car. you both practically sprint through the parking lot, and he breaks at least three traffic laws zooming back to your apartment in the rain as you yell directions. for a doctor, he sure is awfully reckless.

finally, finally, after an agonizingly long wait, you're at your building. you're about to climb out of the car, but toji is way ahead of you, opening the door for you. you are about to climb out and jokingly thank him for his chivalry when he unceremoniously scoops you out of your seat and swings you over his shoulder. you shriek with laughter.

"toji! put me down!"

you're also all too aware that you're wearing a pretty short skirt that day.

"sorry, princess," he says smoothly. "it's protocol. i can't have you walking back in just in case you pass out, or something."

you're about to ask if he's even been to medical school when he shoves your key into your apartment door, slams it open, and, equally roughly, slams your back against the wall. the breath is shoved out of your lungs as he immediately captures your mouth with his, swallowing any potential protest you might have had (which you didn't, you absolutely didn't. not even close.). he carries your entire weight easily as he shuts the door behind him with his foot; you're hardly paying attention, though, as you're too busy widening your mouth and entangling your tongue with his. you greedily bite down on his lip, and he growls in response.

"let's get you to the examination table," he groans. you wrap your legs around his narrow waist, and he carries you haphazardly to your dining table, crashing into and knocking over furniture along the way. carrying you with one arm, he carelessly clears the table with his other before plopping you onto the tabletop. he kneels before your legs and tears off your tights in one swift motion.

"i hope you're planning to help clean up—" you start, but your breath hitches in your throat as he begins kissing up your ankle, then your calf...then your thigh...he gets slower and slower as he gets closer to where you most want him to go. you try to shift forward on the table to bring your throbbing center closer to him, but he holds you firmly in place with two powerful hands clamped on your hips.

"patience, princess..."

you close your eyes and start taking deep breaths, but the moment is disrupted by an annoying loud vibration against the wooden tabletop.

"who the fuck is 'ryomen sukuna?'" toji scoffs, "and why do you have a heart next to his name? you been lyin' to me, princess? have you been naughty?"

"no," you breathe, and it comes out as a whine. "no, daddy, i've been a good girl, promise. please..."

"'please' what, princess? help daddy out here," he purrs with a wicked grin. just then, your stupid phone vibrates again, and you're about to pick it up and throw it out the window when toji wrests it from your grip.

"your idiot ex, i'm guessing?" he asks. all you can do is nod, the words robbed from you.

"well, my professional recommendation is...for you to tell him to fuck off."

"i will, toji, i promise," you pant. "please, just ignore him, i promise, he's nothing to me."

"you're not listening to me, princess..." toji says in a low, dangerous voice. "i want you to tell him to fuck off. right. now." he slides the answer button on your phone and hands it to you before you can protest.

"h-hello?" you say, trying to keep your voice steady. "sukuna?"

"heyyyy, y/n....missed hearing your voice, boo," sukuna coos, clearly inebriated. you scoff in disgust; it's only four in the afternoon. sukuna was such a mess.

"what do you want, sukuna? i thought i w-was..." you start out assertively, but your resolve is breaking as a practiced tongue once again starts swirling its way up your legs, alternating between your left and right thighs. you clench your toes and grit your teeth before continuing.

"i was ... clear...that ... that we're o-over," you say, the last word coming out as a moan as you feel a set of teeth pulling off your panties ever so gently.

"baby, i told you!" sukuna whines. "uraume's nothin' to me, babe! they're just a friend! you're my one and only, baby!"

even in the midst of the sensory overload occurring in your bottom half, you still roll your eyes. yeah, "just friends" made out in bed naked all the time, right?

"i want you to...to...s-stop.." you pant, as sukuna finally picks up on your strange manner of speech.

"hold on, y/n, is someone there with you?" he snarls, his famous temper rising to the forefront. "you whoring it up with another guy already?"

at that, toji grabs the phone from you and growls into it, "seems like she finally decided she needs a real man, not some cheatin' asshole who can't appreciate her properly!"

the moment he finishes talking, toji leans back into your thighs and finally plunders you with his tongue, raising the phone to your mouth in time for you to moan sinfully into it as sukuna is arguing back. toji doesn't even bother hanging up as he throws the phone across the room.

toji grips your thighs tightly enough to leave bruises as he feasts on you, and you wrap your legs around him, tangle your hands in his short hair, and squirm in delight. it doesn't take you very long to come undone under his practiced mouth.

he rises back to his feet, licking his lips.

"finally got to satisfy my sweet tooth today," he says mischievously. you grab the v-neck of his shirt and tug him closer to you aggressively.

"take me to bed. it's your turn next," you declare authoritatively. then, you kiss him fiercely, tasting yourself on his lips and tongue.

"your wish is my command, princess," he replies with a dark chuckle, before lifting you, bridal style, to your bedroom.

this was shaping up to be a great valentine's day after all.

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[artificial-transmutations]

Visiting the dentist

Rodrigo was really not looking forward to this day. He had a dentist appointment today and really didn't want to go - but his tooth ache was getting worse every day.

He hated going to the dentist with a passion. Everything about it was just painful or disturbing. No one should be allowed to operate a fricking drill inside his mouth! Even imagining the noise, it would produce made the hairs on his neck stand up in terror.

Standing in the cold winter air in front of the dentist's office made the pain in his mouth even worse, but he struggled whether to enter or just screw it and drive home immediately.

It was no use - on a rational level he knew the pain would only get worse. He sighed and entered the dental office. It was warmer in there, which was good. After hanging up his coat, he didn't actually have to wait long. There were no other patients in the waiting area, which was probably because of the time of day. Rodrigo was an author, so he had the luxury of being able to make appointments like this when other people were at work.

He was a little surprised though, as the person who entered the room after him was not the old woman who was torturing his teeth the last time, but a young and reasonably attractive man, who immediately shook his hand. Rodrigo could very much imagine that man not in a doctors coat but on a beach somewhere, just standing and looking good.

"Hi! I'm Garret, how are you feeling today?"

"Fine", Rodrigo lied, and added: "What happened to Dr. Shaffer?"

"Oh, she retired - actually two years ago! You haven't been here for a while?" Garret answered with a warm smile.

Rodrigo shook his head. "No. To be quite honest I don't like the dentist very much. Not you in particular Dr..."

"Just Garret is fine", Garret said.

"Dr. Garret.", Rodrigo continued, "But the whole place just gives me the creeps."

"No worries!" Garret laughed. "I don't know too many people who actually enjoy visiting the dentist. So, Rodrigo, what brings you to us today?"

Rodrigo didn't know if he was comfortable with the doctor being so first-name-basis with him but went along with it anyway. "Right, so, my teeth are aching, and it's really painful by now. I probably should have come sooner, but,..."

Garret interrupted him. "No worries. Let's just have a look and fix you up. Please get on the chair and open your mouth."

Rodrigo gulped and sat on the clean black faux leather dentist chair. This is where the hell began.

Garret carefully probed around in Rodrigos mouth, using his gloved hand to do so. After a while, he sighed and said:

"Well, there's a whole lot of caries in there I'm afraid. I can start to remove it right away, but it won't be pleasant."

"Ugh." Was all that Rodrigo was able to get out.

"There is another alternative, though. It's a bit more costly but it comes with additional perks. We can fix your teeth entirely painlessly by a new procedure. You will be better than new!"

"Painless sounds good. Okay, I'll take it. What do I have to do?"

"Great choice, Rodrigo. This procedure is really quick. Please take off your shirt."

That struck Rodrigo as a strange request, but everything was better than the drill. So, he exposed his unimpressive white chest, while Garret entered a few commands into his computer.

"Alright, this will only take a few moments. Have fun!" Garret smiled. Rodrigo couldn't help but notice the tent in the doctors trousers. Did he get a boner for some reason?

Suddenly, Rodrigo felt warm. The pulsating pain in his mouth ebbed almost instantly, but the changes did not stop there! His skin cleared up and his face grew a tiny bit squarer than before. Then, the changes continued from his face downward. Suddenly, his arms inflated with muscles, as well as his chest. His shoulders widened and his frame became way more masculine. It didn't expand to bodybuilder-like proportions, but he became way beefier than before. His abs became more defined as well. On his chest, a slight coating of hair grew in, and his skin tone became a healthy shade of tanned pink. Inside his pants, he could feel his pelvis growing wider and packing on meat, as well as his legs, which became stronger and fitter as well. Even his feet expanded a good one or two shoe sizes!

Last, but finally not least, Rodrigo felt his cock increase in size as well. It felt like getting hard, and he probably also was - but the final size of his stiff cock was considerably larger than what he measured before.

In just a few minutes, Rodrigo had been improved all over - including, but certainly not limited to, a whole new set of teeth, which were new and healthy as they could be. Full of wonder, he looked up to Garret, only to find that the other man had gotten rid of his own shirt as well and bent down to him, smiling and asking:

"Care to try out the full package before you leave?"

#male transformation #muscle transformation

[melanieph321]

If you are still taking requests, could I ask for a Ruben angst to fluff where his daughter is like under 1 years old, but is at Nursery and comes down with a fever. They can’t get through to reader, so the nursery have to phone Ruben instead and he worries about his daughter and also why his wife hasn’t been contactable?! Hope this all makes sense 😅 thank you xx

Ugh, I loved writing this. 😭 Thank you for the request. I changed it up a bit so that the child is old enough to talk.

Ruben Dias x Reader - Daddy of The Day

Enjoy!

"Hello, Mr Dias?"

"Yes that's me. Who's this?"

Ruben thought another journalist had gotten a hold of his phone number again, but it turned out to be the principal of his daughter's day care.

"Why would you need me to come and pick her up?"

Ruben was confused, it was barley lunchtime. He had just gotten out of his physio appointment at the teams training center.

"I'm sorry to bother you Mr Dias but it would be better for your daughter to go home as soon as possible."

"Why?" His heart jumped.

"She has a very high fever and complaining of pain in the rectum. We're guessing the flu."

Ruben nodded. The flu was bad. "I'll call my wife, she's usually the one to handle these things."

"I'm afraid we've tried reaching your wife Mr Dias, several times."

"She's not answering?"

"We've called your nanny and your wifes listed emergency contact, her mother. You're the first person I could get a hold of Mr Dias."

Ruben took a minute to collect his thoughts. It was clear what he had to do. "All right, I'll be there in thirty minutes."

"Again, sorry to bother you Mr Dias. Your wife has informed us not to call this number unless..."

"It's an emergency." He nodded. "Don't worry, I'll be there."

After speaking to his coach and his team, Ruben left Manchester City's training ground. He could imagine the headlines in the tabloids tomorrow, "Ruben Dias out of the squad?". He couldn't care less though. This was a family emergency and to him family always comes first.

"Y/N, please call me as soon as you get this. I'm on my way to the day care now." Ruben left you a third message as he drove to the day care center. He was starting to worry that somthing might have happened to you because this wasn't normal for you not to answer his calls, even during working hours.

"Daddy my tummy." Your daughter groand. Ruben had picked hebrup from the day care and was now rushing through traffic to take her to the hospital. She was too weak to walk so Ruben carried her in his arms to the ER front desk.

"We'll run some blood tests and see what we can do." Said a nurse after Ruben and your daughter was taken into a separate room.

"Daddy what will the doctors do?" She asked. They had her lie in a hospital bed but she quickly became anxious being detached form Ruben. He settled with holding her in his lap as he sat on the edge of the bed.

"They're just going to run some tests baby, draw some blood from your arm.

"Blood?" Your daughter gasped. Then her lip began to tremble. "I want mommy."

"Trust me I want mommy too."

Ruben checked his phone. There was no messages from you. Where could you possibly be?

"Daddy I want mommy!"

It didn't take long for your daughter to be in a sea of tears. Ruben rocking her back and forth was to no use. He felt so hopless without you by his side.

"Okay look." Ruben said, in a tone that startled your daughter. He only ever used this tone with his teammates during half time in a tough game. "Daddy wants mommy too. He really really does. But mommy isn't here right now, it's just you and me. But you and me are also strong. Not as strong as mommy, but mommy has taught us well, hasn't she?"

Your daughter wiped her tears and gave a slight nod.

"Good. Now when the doctor comes in to runs some test, we will show them how strong we are, together."

"Okay."

"That's my girl."

The doctors ran many tests on your daughter and by the time you left your final  meeting at work you realized that your phone had no battery and needed to be charged. Your heart jumped seeing dozens of missed calls from Ruben, the day care and your mother.

"Where is she?"

You made your way to the hospital as fast as you could. Your mother was there to meet you at the entrance.

"She's resting. The doctors ran many test."

"And...?" You were walking with rushed steps down the hospital hallways, thinking that the worst things has happened to your daughter.

"They say she might be allergic to gluten."

You altered your steps. "Allergic to what?"

"Gluten. That would explain her stomach aches."

"Where's Ruben?"

You arrived in front of a hospital room. You're mother gestured towards the door. "In there. I think they're asleep."

It was a peaceful sight, Ruben and your daughter laying on the hospital bed hugging each other.

"Ruben?" You felt slightly guilty to shrugg him awake.

"Y/N?" His eyes flung open at the sight of you. "Y/N, where have you been are you okay?"

"Am I okay? You're the one in a hospital bed with our daughter."

"Right." Ruben looked back to where she was sleeping. "Turns out she's gluten."

You sighed in relief, everyone seemed to be okay.

"I tried calling you and the school tired calling you."

"I know baby and I'm sorry. My phone died during one of our meeting runs and I forgot my charger at home."

"Well after this I'm buying you a box full of charges." Ruben stretched his arms above his head and yawned. He looked so exhausted, you thought.

"I'm sorry you had to leave training to pick her up." You muttered. "It should have been me."

Ruben shook his head and railed you on with his hands on your waist. "We're in this together, you and me."

"And her." You smiled. Your daughter stirred, slowly coming to.

"Mommy?"

"Yes, baby, I'm here." You caressed her cheek as Ruben helped bring her to sit up. Her arms were covered with smiley stickers and a big bandage where blood had been drawn from her arm.

"Mommy,  I'm gluten." She said.

"So I've heard." You chuckled.

"Daddy says I'm strong no matter what. Just like you."

You looked to Ruben who blushed. You ran a hand through his hair. "Well Daddy is strong too. Especially today when Mommy couldn't be there for you."

"Will you be there for me next time?" Your daughter asked,  tossing and turning in Ruben's lap.

"Of course I will and Daddy too. We will be there for you together, always."

#fanfiction #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias #man city #manchester city #love and desire #fluff #footballer x reader #football imagine #ruben dias imagine #football angst #football x reader

[soft-for-yoongi]

Mpreg (sick JK)

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Sick: Jungkook

Caretaker: Jimin

Tw: emeto, vom**, throwing up, nausea, mpreg

Word count: 593

(Jungkook is feeling sick and miserable while Jimin is at work. When he comes home, he imidiantly dots on Jungkook)

(Ahh, this is my first time writing mpreg, and it is very short, so I apologise for that!!! I hope it's somewhat half decent and you at least semi-enjoy reading this 🥴) (ahhh, the ending definitely could be improved..)

(This gif is so cute, I just wish it was better quality)

(Next posts will be some requests!!!!! Anons, if you see this, don't worry, your fics are coming!!!!)

(Title suggestions for this? 🥺)

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Jungkook misses his abs. Being 5 months pregnant, he's sick of feeling sick. Jungkook hates the mornings where he simply just can't. He can't work, can't eat, can't sleep. (He may also just be a little hormonal)

Jungkook lays a hand ontop of the soft curve of his stomach, waiting patiently for Jimin to get home. The elder forced him to stay home after he'd spent early hours of the morning throwing up his dinner.

Jungkook managed to doze off in bed for a short while, however, his back started to get sore and he couldn't fall back asleep. He then relocated himself to the couch, turning on the tv to watch a random kdrama. He forced himself to nibble on some crackers and sip water, thinking of the baby. Unfortunately, his stomach revolted against the meager sustenance, prompting him to hastily grab a nearby trash can to cope with the overwhelming waves of nausea.

But right now Jungkook is almost close to tears, rubbing his stomach pitifully and debating asking Jimin when he'll be home. The crackers have been given up and Jungkook can't concentrate on the tv long enough so he turns that off too.

Jimin did offer to stay behind from work but Jungkook reassured the dancer that he'd be okay and his morning sickness had been improving. Thankfully—Jimin suspected the younger just felt bad keeping him from working, so instead of his usual 5:30 knock off time, Jungkook heard the soft click of the door at just 4:15.

"Hey Jungkookie, I'm back early." Jimin said into the apartment, looking around to see where Jungkook was. "Hyungie.." Jungkook moaned from the couch. Jimin frowned worriedly, putting his things down and walking to where Jungkook is.

The sight is endearing but sad, Jungkook's cute belly pointing to the ceiling and pale face screwed up. "Hey, bunny.. not feeling the best?" Jimin squats in front of the couch, combing Jungkook's hair and giving him a gentle kiss on the forehead.

Jimin notices the crackers and bin beside him, happy the youngest made an effort to eat. Jungkook doesn't have the energy so he just shakes his head, eyes closed and hand reaching for Jimin's. He gladly takes Jungkook's palm in his.

"Has it been like this all day, Kookie?" Jimin asks, Jungkook pauses before trying to answer, stomach sloshing violently and he sits up on his elbows. Jungkook reaches for the bin and Jimin quickly passes it, holding it under the younger's chin.

Jimin suspected this might happen, Jungkook's pale features gave it away when he laid eyes on him. "Deep breaths, lovey." Jimin encourages just as Jungkook hiccups and a rush of puke lands in the bin. Jungkook cradles his middle and coughs up remnants of the crackers.

"Ugh.. that was the first time I've thrown up since this mornin'.." Jungkook says, spitting into the bin before moving to sit comfortably on the couch. Jimin sits beside the younger, smoothing back Jungkook's hair. "I've been feeling sick all day, hyungie.." Jungkook sniffles and Jimin worries that he's about to cry.

"Aww Kookie, you poor thing.." Jimin kisses Jungkook's forehead. "In the next appointment we can ask the doctor for something to help your morning sickness." Jimin places his hand softly on Jungkook's belly, checking for a negative response before slowly rubbing circles.

"This feel nice?" Jimin asks, gaining a nod. Jimin hopes that in a couple weeks Jungkook won't have to be stuck at home feeling sick, he doesn't think he can handle seeing Jungkook this run down.

#bts #soft-for-yoongi writes #bts!sickfic #emeto #emeto mention #bangtan #jungkook #jimin #emeto fic #sick #sickfic #vomit mention #vomiting #sick!jungkook #caretaker!jimin #mpreg #morning sickness #bts emeto #bts sickfic

[nancypullen]

MIA

Yep, I've let too many days pass without posting. I've missed the opportunity to crow about how much fun Halloween was, we're already more than a week into November! We did have a grand time though. Trick-or-treating with our little miss in her fun neighborhood ticks all of the boxes on my perfect Halloween check list. I popped on my witch hat and my sweatshirt and had as much fun as the kids.

I'm trying to be better about sharing pictures of myself (ugh!) so that when I'm dead my kids can have something to prove I was here.

Yes indeed, we gave October a fantastic send off and November arrived with chillier weather and even more color in the trees. Absolutely beautiful.

I've been busy filling a big earring order, and keeping appointments. My in-person interview at the library went well ( I thought) but I haven't heard a peep. I can't worry about that. I know I'm qualified and would be helpful and cheerful to the patrons, but I still may not be what they're looking for - who knows? If not there, I'll find something else. I had a follow up appointment after my yearly physical/ lab work because my blood pressure was up. That's really unusual for me, so I had to track it for a month and then bring my monitor in and all that. Turns out I'm normal, I just don't like going to the doctor. I'm really glad that I don't have to take meds. I'm too forgetful for that.

Then, I received a call that my mammogram results were abnormal and showed a "developing asymmetry" in the left breast. Tomorrow I have to go to Easton for a diagnostic mammogram and an ultrasound. I'm 99% sure that it's nothing, probably just normal changes, but for someone who doesn't like going to doctors and/or having procedures, enough already! If this is what getting older is like, I'm not a fan. I told a friend that it's probably a lump of cookie dough that didn't make it all the way to my hips - much ado about nothing.

When I'm not kneading clay and baking earrings, or getting poked and prodded by medical personnel, I'm trying to prepare for the upcoming holidays. I love an October vacation, and Ireland was sublime, but it tends to dump me right at the doorstep of Thanksgiving and Christmas and I'm not ready for either one! I confess to playing some Christmas tunes already, just to get in the mood. I feel like I'm way behind. I've been trying to come up with our card for this year and the creative well is running dry. They just get thrown away by the recipients, why not just pick up a couple boxes of cards at Target? That would be smarter and I could cross it off my list. I know that I'm one of the dinosaurs still sending out holiday cards, but I love getting them in my mailbox and one must give in order to receive, right? So that's my quick check in, and my apology for being tardy with this post. Tomorrow I'll ship those earrings off to Florida and go get my boob smashed again, and then my schedule will be nothing but holiday madness. I'm looking forward to it. It's time to get my jingle on!

The Edgewater gang will come over this weekend and I'll have to make sure that I have a grasp on the grandgirl's list for Santa. I have a toy catalog here that should inspire her. Everyone else is getting socks and a toothbrush. Just kidding, but that sure would be easy. When am I old enough to start doing that? They'll head to Tennessee for Thanksgiving, but will be with us for Christmas. Matt is flying in for Thanksgiving, then in December he jets off to Brugge, Belgium and Amsterdam for the Christmas markets. He'll be here for Christmas week full of stories to share. I can't wait. On that happy note, I'll head of to soak in a bubble bath and then snuggle under the covers with a book. I'm pooped. Until tomorrow, stay safe, stay well...and

You better watch out You better not cry You better not pout I'm telling you why

… Santa Claus is comin' to town! 47 days!!! XOXO, Nancy

[formula-fun]

Ugh, can’t wait for the final chapters and the sequel!

I swear, your writing is so good and detailed that sometimes I think I’m watching a real good show based on real life events and not reading a fic. How does your mind keep coming up with so many incredible ideas?! I bet you’re a genius and a kick-ass arch student!!

I wonder if Max would hold growing up without his mom against Charles? Project his trauma, loneliness and exasperation of being a new parent to a newborn baby and staying at home with her onto his relationship with Charles and unconcsiouly guilt him (like he needed more of that) for being mostly away and not being a “proper” mother? From missing doctor’s appointments, milestones to the baby not feeling as comfortable with him compared to Max.

I feel Charles not being able to calm the baby and the baby possibly not recognizing him, would maybe be more painful than the pressure of the external sources and Max? Like moms are always expected to know what’s going on with their baby at all times and God forbid they miss something.

My guess is their internal battle is still going to be at the center but for different reasons this time.

Anyways, I’m too excited and I’m sorry if none of this makes sense but I’m typing this at work thinking of ways to kill time so I can go home after thinking about it all day yesterday instead of my final presentation for school. So yeah.

Lots of love and virtual hugs to you!!! 💛💛💛💛💛

Hi my dear, so sorry for the delayed response!!

That's so sweet of you, thank you so much <3 I'm definitely super detail oriented at this point in my life, but it's probably having a positive impact on my writing so i dont mind so much dfjdfjkdfkd I'm so glad you like my little fic though!! its my favorite distraction from school so it makes me really happy other people are enjoying it too.

Kinda spoilery answers ahead so i'll put a cut!

I think the answer to that question probably relies more on Max's relationship with his mom than his relationship with Charles! if his stance is that his mom did NOTHING wrong and he is definitely NOT fucked up from his childhood then he's not as likely to hold it against Charles, plus at this point he'd do anything to make Charles happy. That's not to say this definitely won't be an issue, but he's more likely to worry about himself fucking up as a father and primary guardian than he is to blame Charles for wanting to continue his career. Mostly though he probably just really, really misses him

You're definitely right about Charles and about motherhood though, that's going to probably be most of it! Motherhood is hard, not being around is hard, missing Max is hard, traveling alone is hard and then there's also the issue that any postpartum effects he's had have had to be shoved aside in favor of getting back into the car as fast as possible. I'm not gonna get too into the team and the sport and all that but a lot of his internal conflict is going to be about whether or not this is worth it.

Thank you so much for the ask!!! I hope your presentation went well, or if you havne't done it yet good luck! would love to hear about it either way <333

#if i had words #writing tag

[aita-ghosting]

AITA for leaving my ex in a potentially abusive relationship?

(CW self harm, verbal and emotional abuse)

TL;DR I broke up with a poly couple and I'm afraid that one party is being abused by the other, but I don't feel comfortable reaching out.

I (23F) met ex A (28F) at work last year, she began flirting with me even though she was engaged to ex B (28F), but once they clarified being poly, I agreed to start dating A. Eventually, I got involved with B as well, and around that time, A became slower to respond to my texts. I sought comfort with B, who would give me updates about how A was sad that we didn't go out as much. I admt that I should have been more upfront—I'm pretty inexperienced with dating, let alone polyamory, and I didn't give A the attention she deserved. That's on me.

Eventually, A and I amicably broke up in February. She was very mature the whole time, setting boundaries while still being kind to me, and we ended the night well. The very next night, B calls me on speaker berating me about how I was treating A and going over the same issues I thought A and I already addressed. This talk greatly distressed both myself and A.

Still not seeing the red flags, I continued talking to B until my mental health took a nosedive a few weeks later. TL;DR for a mix of reasons my depression hit me hard and I relapsed on self harm. I did some things I'm not proud of, including berating myself in front of coworkers; for that, I'm TA. Regardless, realizing I need help and comfort, I called B, whose first words to me were "oh anon... you know what this means, right? You need to go see a therapist." Which, yeah, but that's not the first thing I need to hear in crisis!

After scheduling some appointments, I texted B hoping she'd be proud of me for taking care of myself. Instead she continued to berate me for "seeking attention" by hurting myself while on the clock. She broke up with me shortly afterwards, implying I wasn't mature enough for her bc I felt "grown up" scheduling a doctor's appointment (worth noting that my close friends WERE proud of me when I told them), and then admitted that an ex of hers once compared her to his former abuser. While playing it off. Yikes.

We tried to stay friends, but after once again being berated by her over text for not answering a simple question correctly, and then being low-key gaslit when I told her I felt scared around her (basically she told me I had no right to feel scared of her setting boundaries and that it was my fault anyway for "not being honest with [her]"), I decided, encouraged by some friends, to cut her off. I don't regret this action. Looking back, B was very much verbally and emotionally abusive to me. My only regret is not noticing sooner.

Back to A, who's the real person I'm worried about. We weren't as close, but we had a friendly working relationship. Recently, though, she was fired from work. She doesn't post on social media and I'm beginning to worry for her, since if B was so nasty to me, she must be even worse to her fiancee. However, because of the role A played in my hurt (remember, we worked together, and conversations she and I had were sometimes used against me by B), I do not feel comfortable reaching out; what if B finds out and gives me hell? I have B's number muted, but she knows where I live. Then again, this might be an irrational fear I'm using as an excuse to not reach out to someone who might need help. But then again then again, I might be reading too much into this and A's fine.

Ugh, I don't know. This is seriously eating me up and I don't know what the right thing is. WIBTA for ghosting A? Or should I suck it up and ask if she's okay?

#self harm tw #abuse tw #aita #relationship drama

[leonforhire]

Something I Wrote For School, And For Pride, Talking about my experience with hormone blockers!

“Alright kid, you ready?” Mom asked.

Oh god..

I nodded, gulping. Ugh, I’ve always hated needles, I should be excited! Not anxious - No, I am excited, just terrified…Afterall, this was my first time getting hormone blockers.

Every trans kid’s dream, right? Well, that is until the process of getting them. Ugh..So many medical exams, makes me shudder thinking about them.. But I’d rather not focus on that. Ahem, finally, after a full year, here I was, standing infront of the hospital, ready to walk through those doors and into CHEO. I’ve been here a few times, but goodness! Is the hospital ever big.

“God, I hope we don’t get lost again.” I chuckle awkwardly, Mom snorts in response, “Oh we’ll be fine! Remember what Seb said? Follow the duck feet!” Ah, keep forgetting that the hospital is brightly decorated - with duck footprints on the wall, Haha! Cute. 

We enter the hospital, I’d look around, admiring the brightly colored lobby, paintings strung up on the walls, I would look more, but I have an appointment to get to. Luckily we were able to get registered pretty quickly. 

Mom glances around quickly before nudging me gently.

"Okay, Remember we have to grab the shot first from the pharmacy -" She says, 

I cut her off, "I know, don't worry!" I chuckle. Thank goodness the pharmacy wasn’t too far from here! We walk in, only for there to be a line - a line that was being held up, I awkwardly shuffled, trying to see past some folks. At the counter there was a man, asking an annoyingly large amount of questions, I groaned, glancing at Mom, I could tell that she was definitely irritated. “Agh! Seriously? Why do pharmacies never have separate counters for questions?” She huffed, crossing her arms.

20 minutes passed, and finally, we make it to the counter, the man behind it looking as exhausted as ever.

“Hey! We’re here to grab our dose of Lupron for..” My mom begun, although I wasn’t paying attention, my brain tuning the words out, I was busy looking at different types of vitamins, wow, they have orange flavour!? So many possibl- I was snapped back into reality when Mom grabbed my arm, without saying a word, we marched out of the pharmacy and quickly to the office where I was going to be administered my shot.

When we arrived, a kind nurse directed us to a room, she looked up at me, and cheerfully asked; “So, do you know how this works?” I nodded in response, “It’s administered in my thigh, right?” I asked, I swore it was in the thigh, A doctor said it one time. The nurse smiled and nodded. Yes! I got it right! The nurse seemed relieved, I guess explaining it can be tedious.

The nurse quickly prepped the Needle, and I sucked some air in, holding my breath. I closed my eyes.

The moment of truth.. 

“Ouch.” I winced at the feeling of the injection, it felt like someone pushing on my leg, but the sensation quickly faded -  wow that was fast. Wait..was that it..? Done just like that?

It was that fast!? What was I so worried over? 

I opened my eyes and let out an exhale of relief, The nurse put a bandaid on my thigh, and gave a warm smile. “That was…weird, and fast,” I said, turning to the nurse. “Thank you so much!” I exclaimed, finally..I got it done! The nurse nodded and looked at my Mom. “Well, you’re free to go!” She said.

After a few minutes of wandering - we finally we made our way out into the parking lot, Mom turned to me, without saying anything, she nodded, and we high-fived. We then got into our car, turning to my Mom, I decided to break the silence by asking one, very important, life-changing question.

“Wanna get bubble tea?” 

#lgbt pride #pride month #transisbeautiful #gay #writerscommunity #artists on tumblr #cool

[lemonadecandy]

Warrior's Retribution [Part 3]

Game: Genshin Impact

About: Kazuha x fem!reader (3rd person narration)

Note: 'You' are a powerful warrior who is on the quest for vengeance. While trying to recoup from the failure of your first attempt, you meet a samurai named Kaedehara Kazuha. Hope you enjoy~

Word Count: ~2.6k

“I think I’ll get going then.”, Y/n said having satiated most of her curiosity about the samurai who saved her life. 

“Ah, I have an appointment as well.”, Kazuha replied recognizing the time on the clock hanging on the wall.

“Alright then, again, thank you, and have a safe journey.”, Y/n greeted him as she got up to leave.

“You as well.”, he nodded in response.

That was quite interesting. We may not have chatted a lot, but he seemed like a fun person. I wonder if I will ever meet him again. Y/n smiled as she walked out of the inn. Oh well, what should I do next? The girl contemplated staying in Ritou and resting for a while, but she knew better than that. She had to keep moving and try to come up with a new plan to take down her enemy. A new plan…? Whatever I come up with, it’s going to be the same solution. What I need to do is become stronger. But how?! Y/n looked down at her vision. It had a faint light blue glow to it. She activated it, trying to harness the cryo energy. But she let out a long sigh as she received the same result as she always did, a few inches of sharp icicles extending from the tips of her fingers. No help today either, huh? Ugh, I hate how I still depend on it as a last resort. Y/n thought back to how she planned to use her unimpressive elemental powers on the samurai last time. He had a vision too. Is he good at wielding it? But then again, I am probably the only one so bad at this. Y/n punched the air in frustration.

“Careful now, the injury hasn’t healed entirely yet.”, the doctor chuckled from behind the girl.

“Oh, hello!”, Y/n quickly turned around in embarrassment. “And oww, you’re right, it hurts.”, she continued as she winced from the pain that shot through her shoulder as she lowered her arm.

“Haha, so, did you find him?”, the old lady seemed to have stepped out to buy some groceries.

“Yes! Thank you for telling me about him.”, the girl followed her into the clinic. Even though all she owns is a small clinic, she has done a fantastic job on my shoulder. It's cleaner than even some of the big doctors back home. “If you don’t mind me asking, where did you get your training from?”

“Are you worried about your shoulder?”, the woman chuckled as she opened the windows inside to make the place seem a little less dingy.

“No, nothing of that sort. Even I recognize a job well done.”, Y/n took a seat near the billing counter.

“When I was a young girl, I used to work at the Grand Narukami Shrine as a shrine maiden. While working there I would often be in charge of doing some trivial healing until one day when the Raiden Shogun blessed me with this vision.”, the doctor cupped the electro vision hanging by her waist. The girl’s eyes widened as she took notice of it. “Since then, I have easily been able to cure even the gravest of wounds.”

Healing powers? Those could be useful too, that way I could just wear my opponent down. “So why are you here in this secluded village?”

“This my native village, dear.”, the woman chuckled. “After working tirelessly for so many years I wanted to spend the last of them in peace, at my home. The people here need some healing, and sometimes even travelers in dire need of help turn up.”

“Hmm”, Y/n was lost in thought. Home… if I go home, I will surely be caught. They must have laid all sorts of traps there. Suddenly, to both of their surprise, Y/n’s stomach grumbled.

“It’s almost time for lunch!”, the old lady exclaimed. “Would you like to join me? It’s free!.”

“Sure! I don’t really have any mora left after the treatment fee.”, Y/n laughed eagerly. The tea has made me rather hungry.

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“Are you sure you want to get moving so soon?”, the old lady asked as she packed all the necessary medicine for the trip.

“Yes, thank you for your hospitality.” This place seems nice and quiet, but the Fatui will be on my trail soon enough. I don’t have enough power to fend them off. Y/n sighed at the thought of the lonely journey that lay before her. “Please take care.”

“Hoho, I will be just fine, you are the one who must take care. Oh! Did you take the map I gave you?”

“Yup!”

“Hmm… still, why don’t you crosscheck?”, she insisted.

“Uh okay…”, Y/n opened her bag and looked for the map. “Here it is!”

“Good, what about the food and the water?”

Y/n suddenly paused and started staring at the doctor. A melancholy came over her. 

Noticing the silence the old lady looked up at the warrior, “What’s the matter, child?”

“Huh…? Ah! Nothing. It’s just that you… reminded me of someone.”, Y/n said in a flustered ramble.

Realizing who the young woman may have been talking about, the doctor smiled. “Have a nice journey, young one.”

“Thank you once again!”, Y/n bowed in gratitude before she took her leave.

That doctor… she reminded me of master. Y/n smirked as old memories came rushing into her mind. Memories of a time she treasured the most in her life. Memories that were the reason for the pursuit of her retribution. 

The afternoon sun shone brightly in the sky, the young girl had set off right after lunch. 

Her destination was Kannazuka Island, but to get there she needed to board the fairy at Narukami Island. She had to reach the docks before sunset because the ferry’s last run for the day was in the evening. Inazuma was much more colorful than her homeland. The trees had leaves with a color redder than blood and the grass seemed to hold a slight violet hue, probably from being affected by electro. Even the animals were purple.

While being too absorbed by the surroundings, she had even failed to notice the young samurai who waved at her. Kazuha was headed to the dock as well, but he didn’t know that he shared the same destination as the warrior who had just walked past him. At the tea house, he had imagined that he would never see her again, but he was a bit surprised to have been proven wrong this soon. Y/n’s words had been sincere and she seemed like a nice person, but Kazuha couldn’t help but feel a tinge of animosity. She gave off the scent of danger. A danger that originated from emotions too twisted for him to comprehend. Nevertheless, he still waved at her, trying to catch her attention. Realizing that she was far too captivated by the scenery, he used his words this time. “Y/n!”

Noticing the samurai who called out to her, she turned her head in his direction. “Kazuha?” She slowly walked towards him, the prop in her hand making it difficult for her to move too fast. “How do I find you here?”

“I am headed to the docks at Narukami Island since I’ll be leaving the island today.”, he explained, hurrying towards her so that they met midway.

“Oh? Me too!”, she exclaimed. “I am heading to Kannazuka… you?”

“I haven’t made that decision yet.”, he smiled. 

“Hmm… then do you want to get there together?”, Y/n pondered. “I could use some company.”, she lifted the prop from under her arms to signal at her injury.

“That’s a good idea.”, Kazuha nodded after some deliberation. He wasn’t too keen on spending time with an individual such as her, but she did seem like she needed some help.

The pair made their way to the docks while they chatted about the scenery of the nation, with mostly the samurai trying to explain the cause of the strange hues on the island and the warrior being even more pleasantly surprised the more she thought about it. 

“Then… why aren’t the people all purple as well?”, she inquired while being fascinated but the whole idea.

Having worn himself out from the topic he just chuckled without a reply.

“Don't tell me…! There are purple people?! Do they zap electricity when you get close to them? If so, then they won’t even need visions…”, she went on a ramble to herself.

Falling back, he pulled the girl to stop along with him, he spoke as he chuckled, a bit amused by the reaction of the strange person he had met, “No Y/n… the people aren’t purple, and no they don’t zap—“ He suddenly stopped, alerted by the strange scent he had just encountered. Those are—!

“Fatui.”, Y/n completed his thoughts. “Three or four of them.”, all the mirth from her expressions had disappeared. She had the same look on her face as when they had first met.

Y/n stepped back and closed her eyes as she threw away the prop. The Fatui had already realized that they had been found out and were now approaching the pair to make their attack. Kazuha instantly drew his sword while he quizzically looked at the girl in front of him who had taken her stance but did not draw her weapon. But before he could inquire, two of them charged at the duo.

“Watch my back.”, Y/n sternly instructed as she leaped at one of them, kicking his jaw. The crunches of spreading ice were heard as small spikes grew at her shin. Covering for her, Kazuha parried the flying boomerang sent towards him by a pyro agent and unleashed a strong gust of wind as he jumped into the sky and plunged back down. 

Observing the samurai’s movements, Y/n smirked, “Fancy.” Having cast away her prop, she avoided moving towards the opponents and instead let them approach her. Another agent tried throwing his knives at her, but as she dodged them, grabbing his extended arm, she pulled him towards her and landed a clean chop at the back of his neck to knock him down.

Just as the duo thought that the onslaught of the attackers was over, someone else sneaked up on them. Y/n instantly turned to them and pierced his head from under his chin with the icicles that extended from the tips of her fingers. But the attacker had already raised his long knife towards her neck. She raised her free hand to deflect the move but she instantly fell back as intense pain shot through her arm, still leaving the icicles impaled in his head. Kazuha instantly summoned another even stronger gush of wind which helped spread the cryo energy, almost freezing the opponent's brain. Before the light in the Fatuus’ eyes went out he seemed to sputter a word, “Traitor.” Eyeing the man, Y/n kicked his skull, making sure that he died.

“Are you alright?”, Kazuha drew closer to Y/n extending his hands to check on her. “Yes…”, she replied, wincing at the pain. “It just slipped my mind… that’s all.”

“I have never seen a Fatuus wielding a weapon like that…”, the samurai glanced at the corpse.

“The ones from the homeland… the more elite ones… use long knives, it’s a special form of fighting in Snezhnaya.”, Y/n elaborated as she picked up the prop that lay on the ground and started walking. “Let’s hurry up, otherwise we shall miss the final ferry.”

“Yes…”, he eyed the warrior as he followed along, pondering about what the soldier had said right before he died. Snezhnaya… I really should keep away from such trouble. 

Noticing the samurai’s glances of curiosity towards her, Y/n tried changing the topic, “So, do you travel alone?”

Joining her stride, Kazuha replied, “No, I have a friend, and his cat, if that counts.”

“Cat? Hmm… I believe animals make splendid sidekicks.”, the warrior giggled.

“I am glad you share the sentiment.”, he smiled.

The pair managed to reach the docks right in the nick of time, but unfortunately for Y/n, the tickets had already been sold out. “Can’t you please make an exception?”, she begged the sailor who had started packing up the stand he had set up. The next ferry left three whole days later, Y/n couldn’t afford to wait on Narukami Island, the Fatui were already on her foot. 

“As I said, there is NO space left. Now get outta here before I have to send you away myself.”, he glared at the girl but soon looked away, frightened by the expressions on her face.

“Ugh.”, she sighed in frustration as she headed back to the samurai who was waiting for her nearby.

“Did you get it?”, he asked noticing the sordid look on her face.

“Nope.”, she wailed. Kazuha’s friend had reached the destination beforehand and already bought the tickets. 

“Oh… Should I recommend you some reliable inns at Narukami Island?” The poor girl looked pretty sullen, and as much as he wished he could help her, there was nothing that came to his mind. 

“Thank you for the offer, but I don’t have the money for one, camping in the woods will have to work.”, she answered with a weary smirk. “Well then, you should get going, friend. The ferry will be leaving soon.”

The sudden affirmation of friendship startled the samurai. “Uh huh, take care.” The samurai had just realized that they had indeed formed a semblance of what could be considered ‘friendship’. He kept watching as the young girl’s figure slowly disappeared into the crowd. It truly is goodbye this time… will we actually cross paths again, for the third time?

Y/n slowly walked towards the main city with dejection at her situation. Three days? I was merely able to survive this afternoon’s confrontation because of the samurai’s assistance. They will ambush me with even more soldiers this time. But just as the young warrior exited the dock area, the samurai called out to her. Surprised she looked back, he was a little out of breath from chasing after her. “What happen? Did your friend bail on you?”, Y/n inquired.

“Nothing of that sort. Would you perhaps want to join me and my friend?”, Kazuha asked.

“Huh? I mean, I would love to, but as you saw the tickets to all the ferries have been sold out…”, she trailed off in confusion.

“Yes, that is indeed true, but my friend is acquainted with the sailors here, he could perhaps get you a seat.”

“Really?”, hope lit up the young girl’s face.

“We could at least try, though I am not sure if it will be a ferry to Kannazuka…”

“That’s alright. Even just the chance to get out of here is enough!”

“Well then, follow me.”, Kazuha smiled.

He didn’t know what had come over him. If anything, this afternoon’s events were enough proof that this strange wanderer was possibly more trouble than he could afford. But they were also indicative of the fact that right now, she was in danger herself. From the looks of it, she was well acquainted with such pursuers, but currently, she was clearly too injured to defend herself properly. Besides, he felt that he did indeed share a sort of similarity with her. She seemed lost and lonely, just like him, and she could use some friends too. He had forsaken his life as the heir of the Kaedahara clan for the precise reason of making new friends and experiencing new adventures. And he was sure that the warrior he had met a few days ago would give him just that.

#kaedehara kazuha #kazuha kaedehara #kazuha #genshin impact #genshin x reader #reader insert #x reader #kazuha x y/n #kazuha x reader #genshin kazuha #lemonadecandy #warrior's retribution #genshin angst #genshin x you #genshin fanfic

[salorem]

Arknights AU Kosuke (Mudbug) in the game's tower style.

They're a Chimera (classified under Caprinae) that works as an engineer for Rhodes Island!

UNDER CUT:

Some potential lines they may have if they were an operator (defender). Some lines (particularly the ones involving Flicker) might be outdated.

Appointed as Assistant

Always happy to help, Doctor.

Talk 1

Doctor, are you hungry? I got an extra sandwich from earlier if you want it. Or do you just want a light snack? I have those, too. What'll it be?

Talk 2

Hm? What's under my mask? Ah~ Doctor, I don't ask you about what's under your hood, do I? Well, it's not that serious. I just wear it because I'm used to wearing them at work.

Talk 3

Eh... My eyes are so dry... Doctor, do you have eyedrops by any chance? I think I left mine back at the base.

Talk after Promotion 1

When I was little, I remember telling myself I would never put myself in the front lines. Hehe~ How things have changed. Just goes to show that life doesn't always go as expected, right, Doctor?

Talk after Trust Increase 1

Have you talked to Kafka lately? I've been so busy with everything that I haven't gotten the time to give her my good wishes... For what, you ask? Ah, well~ Maybe it's better you ask her, Doctor.

Talk after Trust Increase 2

Flicker and I have been working together for quite a while now, even before we joined Rhodes Island. Of course, we didn't always see eye-to-eye back then... Hm? Like how? It's not very interesting, trust me.

Talk after Trust Increase 3

Before I came to Rhodes Island, I used to work as an engineer for nomadic cities. I didn't really expect to become an operator when I joined, but I'm not complaining, heh.

Idle

Doctor, have you really fallen asleep? ... Haa~ I can't say I'm surprised. You've worked so hard...

Introduction

Ah~ Look who it is, the legendary Dr. {Player_name}! I'm Mudbug. It's a pleasure to meet you, Doctor. I hope to make myself useful as your defender.

Watching Battle Record

I'm usually the one for textbooks, but there's little that beats a demonstration.

Promotion 1

Whaa~ A raise? Doctor, you're so kind! Thank you, thank you!

Added to Squad

Right. What are we up against, Doctor?

Appointed as Squad Leader

Are— Are you sure? Well then, I'll do my best.

Depart

Let's move!

Begin Operation

They're on the move. Full focus.

Selecting Operator 1

Just say the word.

Selecting Operator 2

Whenever you're ready, Doctor.

Deployment 1

You can count on me.

Deployment 2

Ready!

In Battle 1

Not so fast!

In Battle 2

And where do you think you're going?

In Battle 3

You'll have to get past me first!

In Battle 4

You're not going anywhere!

4-star Result

That was— exhilarating!! I've never felt so alive!

3-star Result

I never doubted you for a second, Doctor.

Sub 3-star Result

We let some get away... What are we going to do about them, Doctor?

Operation Failure

Ugh... Was I lacking...?

Assigned to Facility

I'll see to it.

Tap

Guh—!! Doctor!! Don't scare me like that!

Trust Tap

Agh—! Haha, just kidding. I saw you coming this time.

Title

Arknights.

Greeting

Good to see you again, Doctor.

#AU #OUTDATED #odINFO: #kosuke

[worldwright]

Good evening ! ill be reading crackships after the day i just had bc wtf

I finally could get my meds, had some issues regarding that, but my usual pharmacy was nice enough to not care and just handed me my meds for free (im not paying for those things, they don't work at all but i still need to take them)

Im so exhausted, I cant ;-; dont wanna be tomorrow, have a very important call that's useless i have to answer

I KNOW what I'm thinking about kinda sounds bad and is NOT a good idea AT ALL, but I just want to make another attempt, same as last time, just to get some rest for fuck's sake, don't feel rested since September and no news about the psych ward (i think they didn't actually add me to the waiting list, i know it's bad to insinuate that but it's france, everything mental health related is some real shit so it's not that farfetched)

but alas, i cant do that again, because first i like walking, second im waiting for 4 important things (my id, one of the two things i need for 'free' healthcare, the bad i ordered, and finally my doctor's eyes' appointment that i finally have, omg, ill be able to finally have some glasses that fit my eyes, oh do i want them now)

ugh, why am i dealing with so many medical issues, oh yeah i have free healthcare bc france but good lord would it kill them to actually do something that works for once ??????

also, unrelated, someone asked me if i sold or if i knew someone who sold drugs when we were on the bus, that was fun ngl. why would i go do smth illegal when i can be high with my prescribed meds if i dose them right lol

Have a wonderful morning my friend !

goddamn isn't it. so fucking fantastic. that nobody takes mental health seriously unless there's obvious tangible attempts at literal death. that being said you better fuckin not. who will kick the asses of the dickwads managing the psych ward if you don't

obviously I don't expect you to go commit violence lmfao, but like. spite

lol my manager keeps dropping more projects on me. it's like yeah I was confident I could finish those four drawings in time but now there are six. oh you have another one? bitch

I gotta start taking advantage of my medical insurance lol. I switched to a different plan that's ostensibly better, but it takes money out of my paycheck so like. I'm gonna go use that goddamn health insurance. funny how that works. luckily there's a clinic literally one block from my apartment

it's supposed to snow this weekend.... I need to stock up on groceries in case I get locked in (oh no how terrible, having to stay home oh nooooo lmao)

ughhhhh I need to move closer to my friends!!!! I cannot live alone I keep making too much food!! and I'm notoriously bad at eating leftovers!! looking at apartment listings is keeping me alive until I can fuck off out of Seattle

(not that I hate seattle, it's just too far from friends. also it's loud)

hope you have a wonderful and relaxing evening!!

#pen pal

[frostbite-the-bat]

Also ghhruugh I'm wasting so much time but theres like no shit to do in terms of this in winter but I'm feelie bad bc next month I already got scheduled shit and it's to help me but i still feel bad since my brother did tell me the employment department ain't gonna do shit for me but it's very fucking hard having no directions for anything and being trapped in this house unable to do anything for myself essentially and being too lazy to even look up basic shit for this because Uwhhrm Irt Too Distress FO Me.... Like it's dumb ughfhgh I hate this house but my plan is to take things slowly and at least improve my living conditions slightly like when my brother helped me a bit

I can't wait for my parents to go back to work not in a mean way but just so I have fucking privacy and proper time alone again. I can run around the house with no worries or set backs. I'm currently refusing to go brush my teeth despite the sensory nightmare because I don't wanna be seen walking out of my room by dad

I want alone time so I can clean my room without questions and without anyone barging in. I hope I'll have enough energy for that I really did condition myself to have even less energy daily on top of The Ouchies it's not good but... Hey best I can do when I can't even do. Shit for myself. Expected to start doin adult stuff but still treated as a kid. Both good and bad because I don't wanna be an adult but also I'm expected to do stuff and I'm still not being taught everything and just, in my parents own words, told I'm "not hard/difficult, doesn't want anything" bc I've been conditioned to never ask but okay

I don't even go fucking take baths without asking because the clothes are thrown around so confusingly I can never find my own clothes so I need to get mom to do it. and I'm expected to maybe find a job or decide if I wanna go to a different school after summer. I don't even have a card or anything

19 is still very young but I feel the pressure from my brother so badly and the world in general plus I'm so trapped here I can't do shit it's not good for me but I can't just leave or do things myself I haven't been taught anything I don't know how to live at all i don't know basics I've never been taught I've been so neglected in this because "Uhm I Don't Ask For Stuff ^^" ffffuckin hell.

can't even see doctors for physical shit I'd have to sneak out and know how getting an appointment works. and I know nobody would believe me even if my goal is to figure out what's wrong with me. My mom's reaction to me saying heeeeeey I have like daily pains in my hands that go from like don't notice to debilitating I can't do anything( and I had this sincei had covid. Which YOU didn't get me vaccinated for bc of YOUR beliefs. Then LIED about it. And one of the symptoms of long covid is chronic pain so... I DINNO..! CARPAL TUNNEL AND GENERAL BODY OUCHIES STARTING UP AROUND THE SAME TIME.. I DINNO. I dunno oh I GUESS it's ALL ONLY BECAUSE ii draw all day oh boohoo.)i got LAIGHED AT and told she has Ouchies Too and works anyway. Great OK no checking doctors or anything for me imma go cry now thanks

Ugh I'm not even like. In a mentally bad place right now in general like I am usually when I wrote these. I'm motivated to get started with stuff but MY PARENTS ARE A MASSIVE ROADBLOCK FOR EVERYTHING I CAN'T WAIT FOR ME TO BE ALONE IN THE HOUSE AGAIN. Sigh and again I hope by then I'll have the energy and motivation to do shit I feel nothing but lazy and like I'm rotting away it's so stressful wanting to do smthn and being unable bc it's to hard to even purh thru and because or things like family. It's all mostly a mental block but living like this with no privacy with people who haven't taught you shit one of which you fear is not good for you man. I know I repeat myself with the same statements burt

I'm tired I'm so tired I'm so tired oh my god please I'm tired of living like this it's only making me worse and because of that I need to try but it's so hard on so many fucking levels and I never try hard enough and I feel like absolute worthless shit for it

#vent

[kinetic-elaboration]

September 14: Another Update

I don’t feel as bad this week as I did last week, but functionally, it’s honestly pretty much the same. I’m not accomplishing anything, I’m not sleeping enough, I’m way too distracted, and I feel listless and stalled. I am… not sure what to do about this. I keep trying to be different and just failing.

Since I’m so tired, from the not sleeping right, I can’t really get much done at work. I imagine tomorrow will be similar. Since my co-worker is out on paternity leave, I am helping at the circ desk for about an hour so my co-worker can eat lunch. I’m like totally useless at it because literally every question I just turn around and ask for her help with anyway. I mean in my defense most of the questions I’m getting are weird and also I barely remember my circ training and a lot of it has changed since I was trained. But like, I am trying. I did successfully figure out that the return screen next to the check out screen does not re-sensitize the books. I feel like that’s a weird little detail that it’s important to know.

At about 3:30, we lost power in the library. My screen went blank and I just presumed that meant I couldn’t do anything because I forgot I have a laptop and it does have a battery. But—I shouldn’t have to work when there’s no power, so. We mostly all just congregated at the circ desk and talked about the power situation. The outage was pretty big—it didn’t stretch to my apartment but it took out like all of the most populated areas of the city and it was predicted to be out until between 6 and 9. I really think we should have just immediately shut down and gone home. I know that isn’t reasonable but like… please. I didn’t do anything else of worth the rest of the day. The power ended up coming back on about 30-40 minutes later, but by then it was like… well I’m practically out the door. Still, a little excitement.

Looking ahead… I just feel so fucked. Tomorrow it’s supposed to be really nice out so I’m going to spend some time outside after work. Finally. I hope that will make me feel better. But, I’m still behind on literally fucking everything. I want to go out on Saturday because, again, it’s going to be nice. (Probably too sunny to be really ‘cooler’ and full of people but… I can’t stay inside in weather like this.) And on Sunday I need to do laundry. I also really need to get back to writing Troped. I have been totally ignoring it all week. Next week, I have the Dean meeting, a doctor’s appointment (on the same day… I really don’t want to do either of these things), and then on Tuesday I’ll need to go grocery shopping because I should have this week and just… didn’t! I just didn’t.

Ugh. Ugh! I should call in sick tomorrow, I’m not even kidding, but you know I won’t.

#the year 2023 #2023: rl

[ericathefae]

The Experiment

Alright, update time. I've spent the last... week? week and a half? I have no idea, on avoiding anything and everything like usual. I had a doctor's appointment (allergy, not dopamine) on Wednesday and I have a meeting (in person) with my thesis advisor later today - both have caused quite a lot of stress and therefore avoidance, but I'm also aware that I'm taking the easy way out way too often - it's like I can't quite make myself "sit" with the anxiety (within it more like) and instead all my coping mechanisms trigger to get me out of the situation. Which is a good thing, you know, that they work. It's just not so damn optimal when they sabotage you trying to deal with the anxiety (or even trying to figure out what's specifically causing it).

So, here's what we're doing - and oh, boy am I not looking forward to this, but I think it's genuinely needed for me to start to change anything (after all, medicine wouldn't fix everything, it might make it easier, but starting now will just give me a head start, right?)

Cut myself off from practically all my usual coping mechanisms (during the so called working day, for me that gotta be from when I get up till 6 o'clock in the evening, after that I can do whatever the f... I want)

So no youtube, fanfiction or tumblr! (or any other easily digestible entertainment)

Also, no soda and chips (or other binges), no playing computer games, no sleeping the day away (or at least I gotta try something else before I nap)

The only exception is listening to podcasts or reading in physical books (something I haven't done in a long while and probably won't start again just like that, but I think it's wise to keep a second option at hand)

Other procrastination options are crocheting (it calms me down), cleaning (because that would be an awesome habit to develop) and taking a walk (to get myself away from things, also excercise)

In other words, I'm gonna get up whenever I'm gonna get up (we can work on regular dayrythms later, okay), make a plan for the day, work on that - and when I encounter anxiety or struggle to make myself "do the thing" I cannot use my regular coping mechanisms to avoid it. Instead I have to:

a) Note what's going on (what am I feeling, physically and mentally, write it down) b) Reformulate what I'm trying to do into something that is easy, singular and brief c) Hype it up, get pumped, go and do the fucking thing! d) When done, deliberately celebrate and actively try to feel joy (to help reinforce the brain's reward system > hopefully, with time, that will make it easier to get started and maybe counteract this weird anxiety thing going on) e) Alternatively, if that doesn't work or I'm just not okay right now and need to deal with it before I can do anything else, first: write that down (point a), then choose either: sitting on the floor, just breathing making something to eat or drink crocheting taking a walk (while listening to a podcast is a viable option for all of the above)

This should, if all goes to plan, first of all be really fucking unpleasant (after all, my coping mechanisms are there for a reason and I've definitely been using them as a crutch for years), secondly, teach myself a lot about what's both causing the anxiety as well as making myself used to feeling my own feelings (ugh), and thirdly, make myself spend more time doing rather than avoiding (I am so done with letting my life slip through my fingers > trying to willpower through ain't do nothing, it just causes more anxiety that I have automaticly fled from, but maybe facing this thing head on - not by using brute force but by simplifying and observing - will reveal the way forward).

This is a good plan. Now I just need to follow it. For the record, if I do "fail" and end up using my good old avoidance tactics, here's the consequence: don't beat myself up, be kind, and also I loose 100 gold coins per ten minutes of avoidance. That'll hopefully function as somewhat of a deterrent (the gold I'm refering to is part of my gamification system that I still haven't fleshed out entirely yet).

I'm not entirely sure how this dopamine deficiency + anxiety thing really interacts and what exactly causes what (not to mention the sort of autistic part, but we're ignoring that for the moment since those are things I have learned to live with and work around). I'm pretty sure the overall lack of motivation and difficulty in experiencing joy comes from a dysfunctional dopamine system. The anxiety might be something that I've always been susceptible to, but which gets worse with stress (hello thesis nightmare) - I don't know if it has a direct negative influence on said dopamine system or if it's "just" that I've developed an automatic anxiety response to school work (still not entirely sure why that is, though) that triggers said avoidance and therefore a heavy reliance on coping mechanisms that only serve me in the short run.

In any case, we're trying this - drasticly limiting my available coping mechanisms to make myself avoid less and suffer through more (in the hope that it'll make things clearer). Also, a potential bonus could be less hours just going down the drain unnoticed, since a lot of my usual avoidance strategies take a lot of time - I don't think this'll suddenly make me able to work on my thesis for eight hours in a row, but maybe it'll mean that I'll get the dishes done. Or at least experience some sunlight once in a while.

#executive dysfunction #autistic inertia #neurodivergent #neurodivergence #neurodiversity #experiment #list making #coping mechanism #gamification #also #apparently talking about myself using the royal we #waves hand