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kitashousewife · 9 months

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“m’gettin sick,” osamu sniffles from his cocoon on the couch. ever since he got home he’s been quiet and sleepy, cuddling up with a blanket despite being hot to the touch.

one thing you’ve learned about osamu, is that he is never sick. ma always joked about how despite every illness that passed through the twins’ schools, teams, or even work; osamu made it out perfectly healthy. you’ve found this to be true. even when you’ve been at your worst, osamu’s immune system has never faltered.

“i can’t be sick,” osamu’s mumbled voice is stuffier than normal, and his nose is a rosy pink. “i got work in the mornin’.”

“not like this, you don’t,” you pour some water from the kettle into his cup and dip the tea bag inside. he waves you off.

“what? just close shop for a day? i can’t do that,” he snatches a few kleenex from the box on the counter, turning around when you raise an eyebrow at him.

“you can actually, and you should.” you slide the tea over to him before heading towards your shared bathroom. “just post something tonight to give everyone a heads up.”

osamu shuffles behind you, tea in one large palm with tufts of kleenex in the other. he huffs when he feels hot once again, flinging off his sweat shirt as quick as he can.

“but kita-“

“kita can deliver to our house, baby. we can bring the rice over a different day.”

you fold your arms and stand by the bath as it fills. osamu copies you, leaning against the doorframe with a pout.

despite being sick as a dog, he won’t go down without a fight. out of principle, of course.

“what about the special i was gonna run?”

“you can do it next week,” you test the water with your palm before adding some epsom salt in.

“what will the regulars do when they head to the store?” osamu puts his palms up dramatically and snorts when you roll your eyes.

“im heading into town tomorrow, i can put a sign in the door. trust me ‘samu, i think they will appreciate you being closed. who wants to eat onigiri from someone with a runny nose?”

he doesn’t say anything. for a minute, you think he’s finally rested his case. after he slips in the bath and lets out a comfortable sigh, he decides to put one last ditch effort in.

“produce gets delivered tomorrow! i have to be there for that!” he’s comically large in the small tub the two of you share, knees folded up as he tries to sink in. you shake your head and he groans.

“fine, fine. okay. i’ll close tomorrow. ya happy?”

“thrilled,” you place a towel next to the tub and sit down. “you need to rest, samu. the shop will be there when you’re better, i promise.”

he pouts again, but this time it’s genuine.

“but i’m never sick,” he splashes water on accident when he leans his head back against the wall. “i take good care of myself! i take my vitamins, drink lots of water, get good sleep,”

your lips tug into a smile.

“and that will help you beat whatever you have even faster. but for now, let’s take it slow okay? get plenty of sleep, heal your body, and stay home.”

osamu nods, and let’s his eyes close. he soaks for a few minutes, relishing in the relief his achey joints feel for the first time all day. while he gets ready for bed, he can’t help but feel his heart swell as he watches you grab extra blankets for his side, knowing he will probably be chilly tonight.

“i’m probably gonna sore with all this shit in my nose,” he sinks under the covers, propping his head up on the extra pillows you set up for him.

“you snore anyway,”

“do not! ya liar,” he smacks your bum when you snuggle up next to him. “don’t touch me, i’ll get ya sick. i’m real contagious,”

you place a big kiss on his forehead before getting back to your original spot.

“i’ll take my chances,” you listed to osamu’s steady heart while he falls asleep. osamu is always taking care of you, grabbing your favorite things from the shop because he’s thinking of you. carrying you when your feet hurt from the heels he told you not to wear, bringing you glasses of water because he knows you aren’t drinking enough, and never asks for anything in return.

“i love ya,” osamu whispers, half asleep and hums when you squeeze him closer.

“i love you too, samu. sleep well.”

#osamu x reader #osamu x reader fluff #osamu miya #miya osamu #osamu fluff #hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #hq fluff #osamu

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happysadyoyo · 7 months

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Once again, this is @pillowspace's AU that I'm kinda going AWOL with. I just want to make something a little more cheerful after leaving Y/N struggling to get home last night.

Clone AU is being a bit prickly, but I think that's mostly cause I want to draw for it rn and I'm still in the throes of color separations whenever I have a spare moment on my tablet. But that'll be done soonish I think? By the end of the week for sure because I need to start making my mylar sheets soon.

Time Loop whump fic will likely be pecked away at throughout the day to deal with school stress. This is just a quick palette cleanser since to me HD Y/N is a bit in the middle personality-wise.

TL is a lot more extraverted and kind, and Clone is the one most likely to cause the DCA to experience the first animatronic heart attack if they ever spoke because every other word would be fuck. HD is one of those people who recognizes the struggle they're in, but they can also find the good moments and appreciate them all the more while giving the bird to everything making life actively harder for them and their little brother.

"You sure you're fine." Gretchen sounds doubtful, but you smile and keep working.

"Positive. Look, nothing really happened in the grand scheme of things, right? I'm not hurt."

"Your hand is bruised, and you had to cancel your cards," Gretchen says, and to prove a point, she grabs your hand.

You flinch, pulling back. "I made it home in one piece and nothing really valuable got stolen," you reply archly, shoving the last of the books towards your friend. "Go put these away. I need to check the computer room to make sure no one needs help."

"This conversation isn't over," Gretchen warns, even as she pushes the cart away. The library is fairly quiet at this point in the day, early in the afternoon, before school is let out and you all get inundated with kids and teens looking to kill a couple hours before their parents get home. It's the perfect time to make sure everything is clean and ready for kids to play.

The computer room is actually pretty quiet, though there is one brightly colored splotch of a person in the corner. You can hear them tapping slowly at the keyboard as you check each computer, wiping things down and logging out of a couple accounts. Eventually, you've made it to the corner with the stranger, struck by just how tall they are.

"Is everything all right?" you ask brightly.

"O-oh!" The stranger is clearly startled, so you take an extra step back, just for safety. "Yes, sorry. I think we, I, signed up for an hour? Has time. passed that fast?"

"No, sorry. There's a timer in the corner, here." You tap at the monitor helpfully. "I didn't mean to confuse you. I just wanted to know if you needed any help."

The stranger doesn't reply, instead fidgeting with what you're guessing is a scarf around their face. "Is your hand okay?" They ask, and you quickly withdraw it, tucking it close to your chest. "I don't mean to pry. It just looks painful."

"Ah, well." You grimace, remembering that Gretchen is going to be on you the moment she's done with her returns. It's easier to hide in the computer room, and besides, what's the likelihood this stranger will talk to her? You decide to sit, still achey from last night and exhausted from a lack of sleep. "I was mugged last night."

"You were what?" The horror in their voice is less grating than it was with your friend, and when you smile, it just feels tired, not forced. "You can't possibly be okay after that!"

"I kind of have to be. It's making some of my duties today a little harder though. I can't exactly balance heavy boxes with this hand, and my coworkers are sweet, but if I don't do my work, I think they're going to send me home." You curl and uncurl your hand slowly, biting the inside of your cheek to keep from grimacing. "And I need the money, so. Here we are, you know?"

"Here we are," they agree, a bit distractedly. They pecked at the computer a little longer, apparently thinking as they suddenly turn back to you. "I can help you move those boxes. I-if you'd like I mean."

"Oh?" You pause, thinking. "Oh, uh. Sure! If you're sure that is. I --- yeah, it'd be really helpful, but you don't have to. You signed up for the computer and oh fuck, I've just started spilling my guts out to you."

They flinch when you curse, muttering something in the middle of your rambling before holding up one gloved (gloves indoors?) hand. "It's all right. We, I, like to help. Just point us in the right direction."

"Okay," you saw, drawing the word out until it's more a sound than a word. "You can help this time. But I'm going to have to do something in return."

"That's not really---"

"Nuh uh," you interrupt, wagging a finger (from the unbruised hand), in front of their face. "Fair's fair, and if you're helping me, I'm helping you. Consider this a rain check."

"Fine," they say, turning to log out of the computer. When they stand, you feel very, very small. "Lead the way, Mx. Librarian."

"That's Librarian Clerk to you," you say, a little teasingly. You do take point, walking through the library to where you and Gretchen had packed away the Halloween decorations. "And what do I call you?"

"Sun," they say, and they take the first of three boxes without so much as a grunt of exertion. Tall and strong. If you were a lesser person, you would be jealous. Maybe you are anyway.

"Sun," you repeat, and it's an unusual name for this unusual not-quite-a-stranger. You lead them towards the back, fiddling with your keys to find the one for the storage closet. "It's very nice to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you too."

#human disguise au #dca #fnaf dca #fnaf daycare attendant #daycare attendant

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absolutebl · 2 years

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This Week in BL - 2022 is the Year of Cheaters

Sept 2022 Wk 4

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs. Organized by which ones (in each category) I’m enjoying the most.

Ongoing Series - Thai

The Eclipse (Fri YT) Ep 7 of 15 - Screw you GMMTV, that was a dream kiss? That’s some Kdrama bullshit, that is. Still Aye is such a good character, so perceptive, I ADORED his interaction with Kan. Neo is doing an epic job with that role. That was that softest achey stolen kiss in the world. Also this ep = Beach frolic trope and a Make It Right moment.

Vice Versa (Sat on YT) Ep 11 of 12 - DOOM EP was not very doom for an ep 11 (except for the acoustic guitar). Pluen goes back because of what Tun did accidentally, not him, which honestly I kinda like as a twist. I was very confused about the “month long tidal inaction,” did the alt universe have extra moons or something?

My Only 12% (Fri iQIYI) Ep 7 of 15 - a tear jerker this week and likely next too. Also piggybacking across a bridge, two tropes in one. We about to get the time jump which is going to be interesting.

Work from Heart (Thurs YouTube) pulp office drama featuring lots of couples starring Gameplay. Started dropping on YT so I picked it up and stuck it into rotation. Poor Dee, his gramps is so overactingly bad, mean, evil, and homophobic. Still there is a sweet little masked meet cute. There’s a bunch of drama around a workplace and other couples all over the rainbow, so that’s fun. Sort of SCOY goes to work. There’s some nifty linguistic stuff going on so I’m actually enjoying this pulp trash. Shocking. Truly TERRIBLE wardrobe tho. And I don’t love Nammon w facial hair.

Love in the Air (Thurs iQIYI) Ep 6 of 13 - Not a bad episode, I wasn’t mad about it. But that’s kind of how I am with MAME, it’s always up or down and last week’s a cappella counter liftt situation rough, so I’m glad this one was a bit of a break. DUMPSTER FIRE TRASH WATCH ALONG HERE.

Fahlanruk (Sun GaGa) 2 of 12 - I do not like the narrative framing technique of the female blogger/whatever. Her character does not belong in this show. What she hast to say is unnecessary, pat, and boring. In other news we got into KP bathroom territory really quickly. “Do you really like him or do you just want to win?” would appear to be the premise of this show. Both characters are players, cheaters, flirts, and anti-heroes. They better both be deeply wounded or the narrative can’t save them. I’m assuming Sher made himself this way after some similar player type broke his heart. Not sure about Fah. That said, I do like how very gay, switchy, and verse these two are. Although a complete change of underwear in the middle of a sex scene was weird to say the least. I like the side dishes. No surprise there. Still I’m not sure I can take 12 episodes of this nonsense. I contemplated a trash watch but I’m not feeling snark-inspired just sad about it.

Linguistics corner:

Fah is using phi/nai or nong (in a belittling way) with Sher. Sher is using guu/mueng with Fah, Which is highly inappropriate and rude with a phi. These two are linguistically combative, to say the least. Also the show has all the wifey language your a little heart could possibly desire.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Takara-kun and Amagi-kun (Japan Thurs GaGa & Viki) 6 of 8 - No new Ep 6 this week. Have a lovely Shūbun no Hi if you celebrate. Otherwise it’s a good tome to be self reflective and contemplate about life balance etc.. around the Autumnal Equinox.

Once Again (Korea Fri GaGa) 3-4 of 8 - It’s a little bit more creepy than it is romantic, but it’s also weirdly amusing (this strange kid just keeps hugging him - that’s like 1000x even weirder in Korea than most places) and more enjoyable than it has a right to be. It’s a really interesting take on the childhood crush trope among other things. JaeWoo must seem like SUCH a weirdo to JiHoon. I guess what I’m saying is, it’s odd but tense and well acted, which is a nice change for BL.

More Than Words (Japan indie subbed by furritsubs - TIP ‘EM if you like em!) Adaptation of Etsuko’s two mangas In The Apartment + More Than Words. Has a violent crazy beginning but it is necessary for the story. About a lonely neglected/abused girl and a cheerful kindly popular boy who go to school together and become besties. When they get part-time work at a restaurant, a cute older gay boy enters the picture. This is classic Japanese close-filmed melodrama, and it isn’t a BL. But it is excellent. Can’t be relied on to resolve happily, or even resolve at all. I’m engaged even knowing this, and I love this subber so I’m gonna stick with it.

It’s Airing But I’m Not Watching It

War of Y - too hard on my soul. Will I watch it eventually? Maybe? Probably not. I think we have and ITSAY situation going on here. Also BL Express was not best pleased, and I while we rarely share taste, in this instance I trust their reporting.

My Tempo - a Thai BL movie about the Thai music industry. Yeah, no thank you.

Oh My Sunshine Night - I’m scared it’s gonna be sad, so I’m waiting for spies to tell me it’s safe

180 Degree Longitude Passes Through Us - ditto above

Finished This Week

Coffee Melody (Mon Viki) Ep 10fin - (I am assuming episode 11 is a bts or music video.) The family dinner with the new bf was endearing awkward. We had a classic Korean one year time jump in the last five minutes of the final episode. (Which shoudl be left to Korea. Actually, even Korea should get to have it anymore. We’re done with this trope. I say this on behalf of the international viewing public.) My side crumbs got a cute little mutual kiss, unfortunately ALSO multiple sing your feelings tropes. (Will I ever get a week of BL without this trope?) It will be a long time before I forgive this BL for muffling Pavel’s light this way, I know he can do better. Very disappointing. Ultimately this show is so forgettable I’ve pretty much already forgotten it. 5/10 JUST DULL

Papa & Daddy 2 (Mon GaGa) Ep 8fin - It was a standard execution of the “marriage finale” endemic to most romcoms, just v. gay. I do like that my second lead syndrome got a little prospective action. Did I tear up at the wedding? Of course I did. We have established this before, I am a sap. All in all, this was a serviceable follow up to the first installment in the series, if riddled by unbearably unlikable parents, lack of story, and sappiness. 6/10 WORTH WATCHING BUT FLAWED

About Youth (Taiwan Mon GaGa) Ep 7-8 of 10 - I thought this was a 10 episode arc so I’m a little sad to find it ending this week. Are we ever going to get an explanation about what happened with the side dishes Taiwan really likes a romantic “one boy balances another boy on wheels” thing. I really wanted Guang to leave his awful parents but Im glad he at least threw the test. And I really appreciated that he sent a video since it was a way for him to accurately communicate his feelings without being interrupted. Cute final kiss! Very squee-worthy. Rainbow was a little on the nose. tho. All in all it was great little BL. Classic YA low drama but high angst, I didn’t even mind the singing, and that’s saying a lot. I wish it had been given a bit more space to breathe, but all in all a great edition to the Taiwanese Bl lexicon which was in dire need of a good sold high school BL. Full review here. 8/10 RECOMMENDED

Everyone say “Thank you Taiwan, may we have another?”

Gossip

In a Forbes interview the executive producer of Semantic Error (and CEO of AXIS CPP) revealed that AXIS production will be opening Blue by Blue, a drama label whose first BL project is about vampires. Interview here.

Kimmon and Copter are reported to star on their 7th BL together, a romantic comedy series, Boy Never Smiles. KimCop aren’t the longest running pair (MaxTul, BoomPeak, OffGun, and KarnNut trade that crown around) but they may now have the most BLs under their collective belts.

New Thai BL from Uncommon Studio Midnight Fortune adapted from a Y-novel by wickedwish for 2023. The MDL and tag lines are bonkers so I’m not dignifying them here.

Cutie Pie is getting a least one special episode, The Wedding, we assume.

Next Week Looks Like This:

Starting: Tomorrow Sept 25, 2022.

ErthMix’s Cupid’s Last Wish special spin-off mini series Oishi advertisement Ep3 of Magic Of Zero: Zero Supporter on GMMTV’s YouTube.

Male Entertainer (movie?) from Wayfilm, about a young man who works as an escort to support his family, on their YouTube channel (Trailer)

Monday Sept 26, 2022

Ai Long Nhai (Thai Mon 10 eps iQIYI) About a man expelled from foreign university who returns to a Thai univ in disgrace and meets A Boy. Adapted from a y-novel, directed by Nob (La Cuisine, Gen Y). Secondary couple Nan & Sippakorn are IRL husbands Arm & Porsch (Together with Me). Familiar faces include Gun (Love Area’s Valen) and Jom (Nitiman’s Jin).

Ending: Vice Versa

October line up coming soon, still waiting on distribution for some.

This week’s best moments?

Heartbreaking but so good, My Only 12%.

About Youth giving us a seriously classic old romance trope 1950s style.

4th wall breaking snarky bestie in Work From Heart.

And even more snarky queers.

They were shiny crumbs in a sea of dull, Coffee Melody.

This week’s worst fashion?

OMG Work from Heart with the HELL?

(last week)

Current earworm? Blackpink’s Shut Down

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babsvibes · 2 years

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BTS + once more with peeling!

Once More With Peeling

Behind the scenes under the cut!

Was really proud of this title. We’ve got the food pun, we’ve got this time element with “once more” that ties it to Maybe In Thyme, and my favorite bit is that “once more with feeling” is usually said in a theatrical sense, right? “Read the line again but this time give it a little more oomph, hm?” And in the beginning Zeke is trying to stick to a schedule, a script, rehearsing things in his head. What finally works for him is when he lets go of the lines, tries again, and speaks from the heart with feeling. But genuine feeling. Idk, it’s fun lol

Sliding a barber's comb through tangle-free hair, Zeke brushed at the stray curl that refused to tame. He tsk-d and tapped at its reflection on the mirror in front of him.

This intro with cousin Laurie was actually written probably, mmmm, a year and half before it was posted? This was supposed to be a prequel to Maybe In Thyme with Tina and Zeke still in high school called Achey Bakey Heart. I ended up scrapping the idea (obviously) but reused a lot of scenes from it in this piece.

“If you’re done doin’ a Help in there, I need the shitter real-real bad.”

If this sounds like natural US Southern dialect to you, it’s because it is lol. If it doesn’t, we’re from different parts of the South. My favorite part of this fic was writing how I actually talk in the bar after a few too many shots.

Zeke turned, almost shy knowing his secret spot had been found out, and saw his dad at the edge of the room.

Originally, I was going to include a piece in here about how him and his dad had a rocky relationship because of the canon hints that Zeke’s not had an easy or “conventional” childhood. I thought it ended up distracting too much from the piece. Still don’t know if I actually think Zeke and his dad would get along at this stage in his life, but eh that’s a thinker for another day.

“Heyyy listeners, thanks again for tuning in on this lovely Spring-a-ding-ding day!” Zeke groaned at the cheery host’s terrible pun. “That’s right, it’s spring. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and love is in the air!”

It was also supposed to be Valentine’s Day, so it was extra annoying that the radio DJ would play “When a Man Loves a Woman.” Not sure why I shied away from Valentine’s Day? Probably I couldn’t logically piece together in my head how Bob and Linda’s vacation timeline would correlate with Tina and Zeke’s date.

“What?” Tina asked, peering down at her clothes. “Does it not look good on me?”

“No no, I like it! A lot! Seriously, it accentuates your-” Zeke abruptly stopped digging his own grave when he noticed the slight tug at the corners of her mouth. His shoulders fell and, with a matching but much bigger grin, he rolled his eyes to the ceiling. “Aw hell, you’re just yanking my chain.”

I don’t think enough people utilize how sneaky savage Tina can be lol. She’s monotone, but she likes to tease too, man.

“Have I ever told you how much I love your hugs?” Tina snuggled impossibly deeper. “They’re so… comfy.”

The main ideas I try to think about while writing zekina are comfort, soft romance, and easy smiles. Plus, the best part of a big guy is the hugs, and I think Tina would really dig that.

“Once More, With Peeling Burger. Comes with apple peel chips,” Zeke read aloud.

I still don’t know if the chips were supposed to be on the burger or on the side.

“Zeke, no, we’re supposed to be on a date.”

“You act like that’s going to stop me from coming around and putting on an apron.”

This is the most romantic line in the whole piece. Nope. Don’t care about my heavy-handed sappy dialogue towards the end. THIS is what romance is. A confident, joyous, and supportive team taking on the world together.

The one time he tried having a conversation with the kitchen equipment, Bob had been swift to correct him on their accents. Zeke just didn’t have the pitch.

People seemed to really like this part, which is awesome. I kinda get it? But also… I liked other jokes better lol

“It won’t be hard.” Tina shrugged. “They’re all lesbians.”

Unless specified otherwise, every side character I write is some flavor of queer

“JEEsus!” Zeke yelped and both the peeler and apple flew from his hands. “You got a permit for those sneaky feet?”

“It’s the shoes, remember? I switched from my stompers.”

This was a line that was supposed to tie this universe to Ketchup and Fries. Idk if the timelines aaaactually work out, but yeah this, K&F, and Maybe in Thyme (obviously) are supposed to be the same universe.

Her fingers unfurled slowly but with purpose as she held her palm against his. For as light as the touch was, Zeke felt every shock of movement. The nerves came alive with the gentle graze of her skin against his calloused hands, the same hands he was so sure would never be able to feel anything this soft again. Hard labor had a way of stealing simple joys, but Tina was always something of a miracle worker—at least to him. As though a bubble settled around them, the rest of the world melted away from focus. Only Tina, his hand, and the growing tension remained. His thumb twitched under the pressure, and she stilled her exploration, waiting. He took the opportunity to feel for himself, letting his fingers curl around hers.

Getting me to write anything that isn’t dialogue is like pulling teeth, but I thought “what could possibly be more soft, more classic, more romantic than some intimate handholding” and thus I put on my big girl panties and tried a bit of prose.

They learned to cherish the quiet moments of the in between, and Zeke peeked out of the corner of his eye to catch Tina cleaning the prep station. He smiled to himself. Thanks to their easy back and forth, interrupted only by chiming from the patrons requesting service or loudly retelling an adventure about their dearly departed, time flew with the orders.

I reread this and can tell that I thought this was too fast of a transition but was too tired of looking at it to slow down lmao

“Don’t be cranky, Martha,” another woman next to her said. “Just because you can’t unlock your computer without calling your granddaughter doesn’t mean it's the devil.”

I am Martha. Martha is me. We are Martha.

“Sometimes… sometimes, I think you’re thinking about someone who would be… less difficult.”

Mmmm I don’t feel like I got into this idea enough on WHY Tina would feel like this. On one hand, most everyone has an innate insecurity that loving them is hard and not worth it (thus it’s super sexy to be told uhhh nope that is not the case). On the other hand, Tina’s a confident young woman that isn’t afraid of going after what she wants. The behind the scenes part is that Tina wanted to wait until they were both settled to start a romance. In my universes, she had the full college experience and knows that what she wants from Zeke is much more serious than a fling. She wants it to be real. There needs to be a sense of security from both parties before that dream can be realized.

With a mouthful of cinnamon sugar and apple, they let the day’s mess that still surrounded them wait as she regaled him with tales about their customers and all the little mishaps in between.

I liked this line. I think I need to get more into the sense of taste when I write.

The CD, with its nearly faded sharpie scribbling on full display, didn’t mock him. If he had to guess, maybe it was also just waiting for this years-long mission to come to a close.

Mix tapes. Again, classic romance and, again, tying us to Maybe in Thyme. More about this in a sec lol

Zeke cut her off by tossing her keys to her. She “ahh-d” and ducked, letting the keys hit the glass in an unfortunate clanking but nothing was broken, so it counted as a win. Tina swiped her keys from the ground and said her thanks before taking off once again. What a woman, he thought.

This is so funny in my head. Have y’all seen Letterkenny? There’s one Wayne line that goes “I thought it was pretty funny when I said Florida State seminal vesicles and nobody laughed.”

“You got me all types of twitterpated, you know that?”

I feel like Louise here, wanting to gag at the sappy scene, BUT this line was pretty fun to write I’ll admit lol. My sister nearly cried I think when she hit that, so success!

And finally, the CD playlist! Ever since the Mono episode, I associate Tina romance with like 80s music. The playlist itself changed a couple hundred times because, even though they inspired ME while writing, they weren’t exactly the most romantic songs. The only one I refused to budge on was She’s a Beauty, despite it literally being about sex work. So I did a little finagling and called it out in universe so I could keep it. That’s my secret if I want to do something even though it doesn’t actually work. Just get a little meta with it, let your character make a mistake, and go for it.

Wow I had more to say about this than I thought! Hope you enjoyed this long ass behind the scenes on Once More with Peeling!

#babsbles #asks #zekina #I really should have gone and looked at how other people answer this one lol but hopefully this meets the criteria!#thank you this really was a fun way to talk about all that little background stuff that never quite makes it anywhere #you’re too kind!!!

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erodasfishtacos · 3 years

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Acting Up (mini blurb)

thanks sm to Sarah who generously donated to my ko fi. she requested a blurb about mlbrry going to get ice cream as a family so here you go! with a little harry in DAD mode.

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It was a hot night and the kids were a bit stir-crazy, so was eight-month pregnant YN in the house while Harry had been traveling to play.

“Mama, what’d y’want?” Harry murmurs, hand rubbing her bump as they wait with one hand as he has Ezra propped on his hip on the other side.

“Everything sounds so good,” She groans as she looks over the menu, pregnancy hunger was a real thing.

Her bump was bigger than any of her other pregnancy and she was quite miserable - though trying to make the best out of it.

“I’ll buy y’the whole menu,” Her husband replies as he reviews the menu board in front of them as well.

“Then I’ll be as big as house,” YN quips, hands running through Cash’s curly locks as he hugs her leg

“Just more f’me to love on,” He hums happily, moving to grope her bum a bit until she smacks his off with an eye roll.

He sees out of the corner of his eye his oldest taunting his middle child with goofy faces.

“Easton, enough,” Harry scolds as he sees Cash’s eyebrows furrow as he gets frustrated with his older brother.

Six and four - what an age.

The oldest stops at the firm tone of his father, huffing and giving his brother a dirty look before moving to stand next to his dad.

When they arrive at the order window, a teenage boy steps over to greet them, his mouth drops open as he sees who it is.

“Y-you’re Harry S-Styles,” The kid stutters, his face flushing red and his eyes wide as he stares at the celebrity.

Harry smiles kindly with a chuckle, “I am. Are you fan? Pleasure to meet you.”

“Daddy, why does he know your name?” Cash asked in confusion as he peeks around his father’s leg.

“‘cause he plays babeball, stupid,” Easton replies with an attitude towards his brother.

“Mama!” Cash shrieks offendly.

YN sighs, cupping Harry’s hand on her belly for moment, “Order me a banana split with peanut butter and extra strawberry. I’m going to go talk to East.”

YN pulls Easton to an empty table with enough room for the five of them and also to accommodate her belly.

“Why are you picking on your brother?” YN uses her mom mode voice as she watches her son pout out his lip.

“He stole my dolphin stuffie earlier!”

Of course.

“Is that the proper way to treat him though?” YN questions directly, tilting his chin up so she can make eye contact.

“No mama,” Easton mumbles, struggling to keep his mother’s gaze.

“Will you say sorry to him when he comes over?” YN encourages.

He agrees, lisps out an apology before Harry hands him a bowl of chocolate ice cream with rainbow sprinkles.

After a few minutes, YN winces and stands from the table, a hand going to rest of her back.

“What’s wrong, mama?” Harry asks with concern laced in his tone. He was currently feeding Ezra little bits of strawberry that was dripping down his chin.

“Just my back is achey, I’m just going to stand and eat,” She grumbles, shifting her weight side-to-side as she takes small bites of her banana split.

“Stop it!” Easton whines when Cash sticks his finger into his older brothers bowl and submerges it in his ice cream.

“Cash,” Harry states, reaching for his middle son’s arm “Get y’hand out of your brother’s food, right now.”

Cash listens but snickers when he realizes he’s managed to annoy Easton.

When Harry looks back to his wife, he then hears Cash shouting, “No!”

The parents look back to see Easton with chocolate ice cream as his nice white shirt and Cash with a sticky hand of melted dessert.

“Cash!” YN scolds on frustration, they were really usually good with each other but today was not their day.

She sits down her food to rustled through the diaper bag for wipes. She cleans off Cash’s hands with a pointed stare as Harry reaches over to clean up Easton.

“You’re done,” Harry tells Cash firmly, picking up his son’s bowl that he hadn’t finished and dumping it in the garbage. “Y’don’t get ice cream if y’just goin’ to throw it.”

That sends the middle one into a meltdown and it makes it even worse when Easton taunts, “No more for you!”

It has Cash standing up and darting around the table but Easton sees him and gets up to bolt away from his grasps.

“Stop running right now,” Harry raises his voice, groaning when Ezra starts to whimper at the chaos and holds on to Harry tighter.

“Boys! Listen to your fa-“

Easton darts around his mother but Cash isn’t as agile yet and knocks right into the front of her calves causing her banana split to drop out of her hands and for her to stumble.

“Baby!” Harry panics, instantly moving forward to grab her arm and pulls her towards him so she tumbles into his chest instead of backwards.

“Oh my god,” YN whimpers, her breathing becoming quicker as her heart rate spikes from the scare, hands coming to her bump.

The boys are frozen still were they’re at. Eyes wide and tears welling at the fear their mother got hurt by them

“Mama, y’alright? Sweetheart, I know Y’got scared. Breathe for me,” Harry soothes more worried about his wife than scolding his kids.

“If I would have fallen,” YN is tearing up, anxiety spiking through her chest at the thought of the baby getting hurt.

Harry is breathing heavier than he’d like to admit too.

“Don’t cry, s’okay. The baby is perfect, y’keeing them so nice and safe, bein’ a perfect mama,” He assures her, kissing her temple and brushing away a tear.

Ezra is distressed too, of course the sensitive little boy is, chanting, “mommy, mommy, mommy.”

She clears her throat, smiling softly at her youngest boy, “M’okay, Ezzie. It’s all okay.”

“Mama, hold me,” Ezra begs, reaching out his arms to be switched to his mother but Harry holds him tight and shakes his head ‘no.’

“Not right now baby. Mommy doesn’t feel very good,” YN tells him, chest still pounding, back still aching.

And when their youngest starts sobbing, screaming that he wants his mother, well...YN starts feel overwhelmed by her two olders ones who are whimpering because they know they’re in trouble and Ezra tantruming.

“Sweetheart,” Harry can tell by the tears bubbling up along her waterline what’s going on, “Baby, y’okay. What do y’need?”

YN sucks in a deep breath, gathering her thoughts for a moment, “I just need a minute alone. You can have Easton and Ezra finish their ice cream. Then come after you’re done.”

“I can do that,” Harry replies sadly, he couldn’t stand seeing his wife upset or scared - it was one of the worst feelings for him.

When YN grabs the car keys and leaves towards the car, Ezra settles as soon as he’s being fed ice cream again. The boys hesitantly go back to their seats across from their dad.

Harry knows they’re young. They don’t understand what it would mean if they knocked their heavily pregnant mother over but it doesn’t mean aggravation isn’t running through him at the two.

“Daddy...” Easton sniffles cautiously, kicking his feet under the table as his chest shutters.

“Yes?” Harry answers calmly, looking up from Ezra to meet his son’s gaze - the same green eyes staring back at him.

“Do you and mommy hate us?” His oldest asks as he wipes his cheeks with the back of his hand.

“No, mama and I love you two with all our hearts. But daddy is very upset with you two right now, do you understand why?”

They both nod in agreement that they do.

“Why are we upset?” Harry prompts as he takes a wet wipe to rubs over Ezra’s strawberry stained face.

“Cause we made mommy almost fall,” Cash lisps shamefully.

Harry nods, “And we tell you very often that we have to be careful with mama because she’s got a baby in her belly and we have t’keep the baby safe.”

“Are we in trouble?” Easton voice is still quiver with his guilt.

“I’ll have t’talk to y’mom but if it happens again, y’both are goin’ to be in a lot of trouble and y’gonna get a consequence. Do you understand that too?”

They nod in unison. Easton hadn’t touched his ice cream again, gets up to throw it away as he loiters - looking towards the car where his mother is sitting away from them.

Cash gets up to but slowly walks around the table to his father.

“M’sorry daddy,” He squeaks tearfully, moving forward and digging his face into Harry’s bicep.

“Cash,” Harry soothes, grasps his son lightly under the chin, “I love you very much, okay? We just can’t do things like that. Y’need to listen to daddy and mama.”

He nods in understanding before crawling up into his father’s lap, right next to Ezra - who gives him an affronted glare when he realizes he has to share space with him.

When they’re done and Harry has let enough time past, he walks the little group of boys toward their SUV.

He opens the passenger side door where YN is reclined a bit, hand on her stomach and the air-conditioner blasting cold air on her face.

“The boys have somethin’ t’say,” Harry smiles softly, leaning over to give his wife a quick kiss.

“M’sorry mama,” Cash whispers.

“Me too, mommy,” Easton adds on.

“I forgive you both. You just have to be careful with me. You’re sibling is in here and we have to keep them nice and healthy, right? I love you two more than anything.”

#mlb!harry #mlbrry #mlb!Harry blurbs #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles writing

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lovely-angst · 3 years

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break ups and break ins

a/n: i didn't have any motivation to continue writing so it stayed in my drafts for forever. it's a super messy fic im not super proud of tbh i wanted to scrap it but i got so far lol

genre: angst to fluff

pairing: hawks x reader

summary: you and hawks break up, but someone breaks in?

word count: 3.7k+

09.16.21

"come on, stop being so sensitive," hawks groans with an eye roll as you gawk at him. "you think i'm being sensitive because I'm hurt that you're out there flirting with other girls while we are in a relationship?"

you scoff in disbelief before tears form in your eyes, "i can't believe you right now, keigo."

hawks' brows knit as he stares at you bewildered, "i've already told you that it's just an act i have to out up because of the commission. i can't let them figure out i have a romantic relationship with someone. you don't know what they would do or could do."

"but that doesn't mean you can flirt around with no boundaries!" your voice comes out loud as your arms flail out in front of you, tears streaming down your face, "do you know how much it hurts to see you on television sweet-talking every girl out there when you're my boyfriend? i thought you would respect what we have..."

"(name), just admit you're just jealous of the fangirls and leave it at that," hawks closes his eyes, shaking his head in frustration, "honestly, they appreciate me so much more than you do."

your eyes widen in shock as you feel your heart shattering into tiny pieces so small you aren't sure if you could piece it back up.

"keigo, i love you for who you are—not because you're hawks," your voice now small and laced with hurt. "if you can't see the reason why i am so upset, i think it's best if we end it."

hawks' eyes quickly glance to yours before they look away just as quick, "i think that's what's best too," he whispers, causing your brows to furrow in sadness as you purse your lips tightly.

taking a step forward, you wrap your arms around your now ex-boyfriend, taking in his comforting arms and smell, "thanks for everything." a heavy sigh left from his lips before he nuzzled into you, "can i hold you in bed one last time?"

words died in your throat as you felt the tears sting your eyes once more. a nod was your only reply as hawks lifted the two of you up with his large wings, carrying you into the bedroom.

no words were exchanged as the two of you allowed your quiet breaths to mingle together in silence.

your heart was still achey from the fresh break-up as your cries and tears quietly filled the air. your nose and eyes red and raw from all the wiping you had done—the tissues around you as proof.

"hey, come on. you can't keep living like this and expect to get better," mirko says and she stands infront of you with a small smile. "how about we watch something to distract your mind?" she suggests as she turns around to pick up the controller to turn the television screen on.

"hawks, being the number two hero must be so taxing! how do you do it?"

hawks gives that big bright smile you've always loved, "my fans always give me motivation to do my best! i love you my babybirds!"

"oh shit-" mirko quickly turns the television screen off before she turns over to you, watching as your lips quiver before you break out in another crying session.

"rumi," you whine, muffled behind your tissues, "he doesn't care for me at all!" letting out a sigh, she walks over and places a comforting hand on your hair before running her hand through your locks, "hey, don't say that. hawks' cared for you a lot. break-ups happen, but don't let it keep you like this. let's go out and have some fun today, yeah?"

your teary eyes glance up at her before you let out sigh, "okay."

but to your surprise, a quick hour later here you were on a chair getting your makeup done professionally as mirko sat on the couch, munching away on a carrot. "rumi? why am i getting my makeup done professionally?"

"my makeup artist is good at what she does when she beats my face with makeup for those hero galas. i thought it would make you feel better getting your makeup done professionally before we go out and explore the city a bit," she finishes, taking another crunchy bite of her carrot.

a small, "oh" leaves your lips before your attention focuses back on the lipstick that gently glided across your lips. "there, all done. you look great!" the makeup artist cheers as she hands you a mirror.

your eyes sparkled once you saw your reflection—you had never felt so pretty before!

"are you ready to go out now?" mirko asks with a smile as she stands from her seat. you couldn't help the small, yet excited, smile, "yeah."

your words had been on repeat in hawks' mind.

you were upset because of how he was treating his fans—flirting with his fans as you put it. it was a constant argument the two of you had and frankly, he was getting tired of it. why you couldn't understand where he was coming from?

he didn't want to break up because of something so trivial, but it seemed like a break up was the only option. but it was fine, his fans kept him going; or that's what he thought was keeping him going.

"hawks! we love you!" his fans cried as he landed down in front of them, his handsome smile swooning everyone lucky enough to get their eye on him. "thanks birdies! i'm always happy to have your support!"

"can i have a picture?" "sign my shirt for me!" "you're the best hero!"

fans; something he enjoyed about being a hero. everywhere he went, they were there to offer him their love and support which he appreciated and loved!

but there often came days when he just wanted to stay cooped in his apartment. away from the world and away from the hero hawks. he simply wanted to escape and enjoy being keigo for a little while.

maintaining a facade took a lot away from him. it was tiring, exhausting even, trying to keep up with how fast his mind was going. a million different things happening at once and hawks had to be able to solve them. a little much for a single guy, don't 'cha think?

landing in at his balcony, hawks let out a heavy sigh as he was finally done with another tiring day of being the number two hero. thankfully, he had the next day off to do, well, nothing.

staring at the dark apartment with a an empty look, hawks let out a groan of exhaustion before unlocking the door and stepping in.

it was quiet, extra quiet these days. since he had gone to living by himself again.

after removing his hero gear, hawks walked into the kitchen and frowned at his lack of food in the fridge. usually, you were always there to greet him with a smile and a hearty dinner after a hard day at work.

well, that didn't matter anymore because you two had broken up, hawks mentally responded to his thoughts.

it seemed like tonight was one of those nights he really missed you.

you made this place feel like home and the more he thought about it, you were his home. he was safe with you and it was okay to let hawks go for the night and just be keigo. you loved him as he came, his flaws and everything. even the emotional baggage!

letting out an exhausted sigh, hawks closed his empty fridge before making his way towards his bed, plopping down with a grunt. "i'll just get a bigger breakfast tomorrow," he noted, pulling out his phone to catch up on his social media for the night.

hawks wasn't expecting to see much on his social media, he's too busy to be checking these sorts of things. today though, he was a little extra bored at home—until he saw a photo of you that mirko shared.

hawks quickly sat up in disbelief. hawks was genuinely confused. you had always been super pretty, but you were extra pretty in this picture. was it because you were no longer his? his eyes glanced over you in the photo for many long minutes as he took in your beauty. you looked so ethereal.

hawks was so thankful for mirko, he would have never stumbled across this photo of you.

the more he smiled at the photo, the more his heart ached. if only he just listened to you more and tried to find a solution to this problem, you would still be with him, in his arms. he was a fool to let you go because he didn't understand your pain. especially when you were always there for him when you couldn't understand his pain.

hawks found himself pulling up that photo of you whenever the days were tough. it never failed to bring a smile to his lips.

until mirko deleted the post.

he should've saved it when he had the chance, hawks thought as he let out a groan upon finding no picture. but, maybe mirko still had it on her phone? thankfully, there was a top five hero meeting that day which meant he could ask mirko about the picture.

hawks sat impatiently in his chair as he drummed his finger against his thigh, counting down the minutes until the meeting would conclude. it must've been distracting, because mirko approached him first after the meeting.

"hey birdbrain, what's up with you? you looked distracted during the meeting," mirko questioned walking up to the winged hero. hawks perked up slightly, before giving her a smile, "hmm? nah, just sick of meetings, wanted to get out." mirko eyed him curiously, "if you say so."

"i saw that picture you posted of (name)," he commented, "you two were hanging out?"

"huh? oh, this picture?" pulling up the picture on her phone, she showed him the photo before pulling away to hawks' dismay. "yeah, we went out. it was about time too! (name) seemed to be enjoying herself, so i'm glad i got to capture that."

hawks couldn't help the smile on his lips knowing that you were happy and could enjoy yourself. he really just wanted you to be happy, even if that wasn't with him.

"if you wanted the photo, you could've just asked," mirko smirks, causing hawks to duck his head down in embarrassment. "but even if you ask, im not giving it to you." Hawks turned his head brows furrowed and confused, slightly offended, "why would you even suggest it then?"

"not sure, maybe it'll be a way to encourage you to find a way to get it."

mirko had an interesting way of talking, hawks thought as he continued on with his patrol. it seemed like she was hinting at more than what she was saying, but he wasn't really interested in solving puzzles when he was busy being the number 2 hero.

and boy, was he busy busy.

it felt as if all the villains knew hawks would be out on patrol today, using that to their advatange by stiring up so much more trouble than on a typical day—not that he couldn't handle it, it was just more work that he would have hoped to do that day.

from the sky, he could see a crowd forming below on the streets as they cheered him on for another successful capture. hawks let out an exhausted sigh, but floated down to greet his fans nonetheless. there even happened to be press.

"hawks! you were amazing out there!" "great work! i can always count on you!" "you looked so attractive fighting those villains!"

hawks lifted up his visor and gave the fans a handsome grin, causing a chorus of squeals. hawks glanced at one of the fans near him lips curled in a smirk, mouth ready to open and say a few lines that would send arrows straight to the heart when he subconsciously stopped himself.

closing his mouth, he gave her a gentle smile before a soft reply came out, "thank you for supporting me."

it was weird of him to respond to fans in such fashion, but your words were stuck in the back of his head. he wished he could have acted this way before you two broke it off, it would have saved a lot of heartache.

hawks hoped you would notice his change. and unbeknownst to him, you had.

your eyes were glued to the television that aired the news that also happened to feature your ex-boyfriend, hawks. your heart felt fuzzy as you watched him, he seemed different...more down to earth?

"your eyes haven't left the tv since hawks appeared," mirko comments causing you to avert your eyes embarrassed. "i was just interested in the news for today, that's all," you tried but knew mirko wouldn't buy into your lie.

"yeah, okay. keep telling yourself that," she chuckles as she she sits down beside you. "so, whats going on in that head of yours now?"

"he's different now, rumi," you state, eyes drifting back to the screen. "he's talking to his fans like they're fans." your shoulders slump sadly, "i wish he was like this when we were together...i guess he really doesn't care about me after all."

mirko lets out a grunt as she listens to your moping. turning towards her, you notice her adjusting her purple thigh high socks to sit snugly against her upper thighs, "you have patrol this evening?"

"yep, my turn for an evening patrol. they're not that bad, more bad guys come out at night," she jokes with chuckle but you don't find it funny. "i know you can easily beat them, but that doesn't mean i worry any less for you," you sigh. "stay safe please."

"will do, cry baby," she jokes once more causing you to angrily pout, "i'm not a cry baby!" "says the one crying over hawks. bye!" and with that she quickly leaves out the door before you could throw a pillow at her.

rolling your eyes playfully, you walk over toward the bedroom you shared with mirko. you had a nice futon on the floor beside of her bed that surprisingly was very comfy. organizing her room a bit and folding her clothes she tossed around, you tried to busy yourself until she came back.

which was surprisingly short.

you heard the main door swing open before hearing her move around the living room and kitchen. she must've forgotten something, you thought to yourself as you made your way toward the bedroom door you had previously closed behind you.

"rumi? did you forget something?" you ask as you open the door, just to find yourself staring at the stranger in the apartment who donned a black ski mask with some sort of weapon in their hand. unfortunately your voice had caught their attention and their head quickly turned toward you before bolting it down the hallway for you.

screaming, you quickly shut the door and locked it before the thief could get in. the rattle of the doorknob causes you to let out another shriek as you looked around for a way to protect yourself and to escape.

the only solution that came to your mind was to block the door with whatever heavy furniture mirko had on her room which consisted of her bed, a desk and her clothes drawers. you did your best to block the door, but it was proving to be not enough.

"open the door and i won't hurt you miss," the voice called out and you felt your stomach twist from their words.

you scurried around to look for your phone and thankfully found it amongst this chaos and your body went on auto-pilot and dialed the first person that came to your mind whenever you were in danger.

your shaky hand brought your phone to your ear as you ran into the furthest corner of her room. your free hand covering your trembling lips. please pick up.

"hello? (name)?"

"keigo please help me," you cried quietly so the person on the other side couldn't hear you, but the desperation in your voice was clear as day for hawks. "(name)? whats happening? where are you?" his voice was now firm and laced with worry as you began to sob in through the phone.

"i'm at mirko's and she just left for patrol but someone broke in and i hid myself in her room. i'm so scared, please come quick." and right after he heard you squeak in fear from the unidentified noises through your phone.

"i'm coming right now," you could hear the power his wings had as he lift himself into the sky, "does she have any windows you can exit from?" glancing behind you, you took a mental note that her windows were large enough for you to escape through—the only problem was mirko lived on the tenth floor.

squeezing your eyes shut, you nodded even though hawks could not see you, "yeah, but she doesn't have any escape ladders and i'm on the tenth floor." hawks cursed under his breath on the other side, "just hold on, i'm almost there."

clutching onto your phone, you jumped when the barricade you made against the door was getting tossed around from the force of the stranger on the other side trying to break in. scrambling around, you quickly unlocked the window before opening it, allowing the wind to flow in.

with another jolt from the door all of your barricades flew from the door, leaving it vulnerable. you knew the door would fall with his next move, so with trembling hands, you maneuvered your body outside the window, letting your bottom sit on the window frame.

from a distance, you could hear someone calling out your name. when you narrowed your eyes to focus, all of the stress left your body as you watched them shoot towards you. hawks had come to your rescue!

but hawks wasn't close enough.

the door behind you broke allowing the stranger into the room and before they could grab a hold of you, you jumped.

"(name)!"

as your body free fell down towards the earth, hawks used his wings to give himself one strong push forward before folding his wings tightly behind his back to gain speed to reach you.

reaching his arms out, he caught you in time before shooting back up towards the sky, "that was so stupid of you!" you shouted loudly against the wind, "what if i wasn't there in time?"

glancing up at him, you gave him a small smile, "i just knew you'd get to me in time ."

"agh, more paperwork i have to fill out!" mirko groans as she walks around her messy apartment after hawks and her had caught the suspect and had cops take care of him. as she walked away into her bedroom with a line of curses, you quietly turned over towards hawks who had his back facing you. he was on call with the commission.

"yep, i'll get that finished tomorrow," ending his call and stuffing his phone in his pocket, he turns around to find you staring at him. his cheeks flush slightly from the sudden eye contact, but he managed to compose himself. "are you doing alright? that must've been quite the terrifying experience."

"yeah, thanks for picking up. you were the first person i thought to call," you confess and he perks up. "oh yeah?"

"you've always kept me safe and i just really needed you when i was in danger. so thanks," giving him a smile he mirrors you. "of course, anything for you."

your heart flutters from his words, but you slightly turn yourself away, glancing down. you two were no longer dating, so there was no need to get butterflies over him again. "well, thanks again. you must have a busy day tomorrow."

"do you buy any chance still have that photo of you when you were out with mirko?" hawks asks suddenly causing you to glance up at him. "you know, when you two went out a couple weeks ago? you were all dolled up and honestly, just super pretty?" hawks says boldly with a sheepish grin.

"why are you asking?"

"send it my way."

you gawked at him, "you want me to send you a picture of me? we're not dating anymore, that would be weird!" hawks could only shrug, "okay, that's simple then. let's go on a date." you gawked even further, "what is going on inside of that bird brain? all this for a photo?"

"i want to be the one who takes those photos of you. i want to be the reason you get all dolled up. i know i messed up, (name). i've been changing the way i talk to my fans because i understand how i hurt you. could you give me another chance to make it better? i promise i will treat you the way you deserve to be treated."

this was coming too suddenly, your wounds were just starting to heal.

"you...you don't mean that, hawks," you say dejectedly as you back up to sit on mirko's couch. "i'm scared."

"he means it you know?" mirko pops out of the hallway suddenly and stands with her arms crossed against her chest as she stares at the two of you. "he's been asking me for that picture nonstop since he saw it online."

"but he really does love you still, (name) and i know you still love him too. go ahead and give it another shot, i'll be here to kick him to the curb if he does anything bad to you." she encourages, making you glance back towards hawks.

"promise?" your eyes are sparkly from the tears that had glossed over your eyes and hawks gives you a confident nod, "promise. i'll pick you up at six tomorrow?"

you couldn't help your growing smile, "yeah, i'll be waiting."

- e x t r a -

as hawks flew off towards his apartment, the notification ding of his phone went off causing him to take a look. you had sent him a text!

opening the message his eyes widen from the photo you sent, it was the cute pic of you all dolled up!

"i'm so in love!" he shouts loudly in the sky.

#hawks #hawks x reader #hawks x you #mha x reader #my hero academia x reader #bnha #bnha x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #keigo x reader #takami keigo x reader #keigo takami x reader

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odetothestars · 3 years

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Wolfstar Full Moon Headcanons

(Cw - mentions of food & scars)

Sirius always makes very sure that Remus gets enough sleep before every full moon

“Remus John Lupin go to sleep right now or I swear I will start lighting things on fire! Go. To. Bed.”

“James, I love you but if you wake Moony up right now I’ll kill you.”

He wraps Remus in a blanket burrito

Remus gets super achey so Sirius will run him a hot bath and wash his hair for him

He also brings him a perfectly made tea every morning

About a week before moon, Remus’ senses are on overload so Sirius stays very quiet around him (which is rare), makes sure to use anything with a strong smell, and wears the sofest clothes

Remus usually stays very close to Sirius, hiding his face in his neck, burries his head under his sweater just to get away from the loud noises, strong smells, and bright lights

He’ll also fiddle with Sirius’ hands or the ends of his sweater for something soft to touch, it calms him and grounds him a bit

Sirius knows Remus gets pretty sad around that time of the month so there’s extra extra words of affirmation

“Sweetheart, you’re beautiful and I love you!”

“Remus, my darling, I love you so so sooo much!”

In the Shrieking Shack, Sirius holds onto Remus until the very last second of his transformation

“Pads you should shift now”

“I will in a second, I don’t want to let go of you yet”

He’s cried during transformations just because it breaks his heart to see Remus in pain

Padfoot is Moony’s best friend, they’ll chase each other around and play or sometimes they just curl up together and snuggle until the night is over

Yes, James sometimes joins the cuddle pile

“I WANT MOONY CUDDLES TOO”

“James, you have ANTLERS! Sometimes they poke me and it HURTS!”

“Well Remus isn’t complaining about my antlers so maybe we should just kick YOU out of the cuddle Pads!”

“You. Wouldn’t. Dare.”

As soon as Remus is back in human form, Sirius wraps him in a dozen blankets that he’s charmed to stay extra warm

Then he’ll heal any wounds as best he can and carry him back up to the castle

He literally refuses to leave to hospital wing while Remus is in there, Pomfrey has given up on trying to kick him out and she secretly thinks it’s cute that Sirius cares so much

So he just sits there for hours holding Remus’ hand and pressing kisses to his knuckles

While Remus is healing, Sirius is very careful about touching him because he’s afraid of hurting him

But all Remus wants is to held, he just needs to comfort and warmth

“Pads, c’mere please”

“But I don’t want to hurt you...”

“Sirius Black, please come over here and cuddle me!”

Sirius kissing every single one of Remus’ scars

Sirius carrying Remus everywhere for like 2 days

“Pads, I’m fine, I can walk”

“Shhh...it’s too late now, I’ve already got you”

Remus loses his appetite both before and after the moon but Sirius makes sure he eats enough

Feeds him pieces of chocolate for dessert

Moony Moons is just very well taken care of by his sweet boyfriend and lovely James as well

#harry potter #remus lupin #sirius black #wolfstar #hp marauders #marauders era #marauders headcanon #james potter #wolfstar headcanon #remus x sirius #sirius x remus

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theladyismyshepard · 3 years

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Myra

@frustratinglyinquisitive Here, have my first (self-indulgent) redhead one-shot :)

You slowly blink your eyes open before closing them again, too bleary to bother. You rely only on your sense of hearing alone, and all you can hear are the familiar drippings coming from somewhere adjacent to you. You hoped it was a leak from some pipe, but you didn’t believe it to be true. After awhile, you couldn’t bring yourself to hope for anything at all.

Not when you had met a blonde who smiled so wide that it could’ve passed for deranged. She was one of the first things you had opened your eyes to when you first awoke in your cage. Her eyes were golden and shining beneath the dancing flames of torchlight. They were also as feral as her smile was.

There was blood smeared across her chin as it dribbled from her lips, and you couldn’t help but realize it was fresh with how bright and liquefied it was as a drop hit her chest. You could practically smell the iron on her breath from where she stood outside your cage — or was it all around you? Just as reality set into your body and joints enough to feel the pounding headache and jolting pains wracking your frame, she spoke.

“Not yet,”

What?

She couldn’t contain a giggle, and you realize your chapped throat still managed to whisper your thought out. She slowly withdrew herself, her fingers uncurling from around the bars. When your eyes zeroed in on the sickle in her hands, your stomach dropped as your hope began to quickly dwindle as she disappeared into the shadows.

Your spirit wasn’t lifted when you heard the buzzing of insects after some time. How long have I been here? It was long enough for the torch to have burnt itself out and for the extra bit of chill to bite into your bones.

The buzzing grew louder and closer and suddenly stopped. It was dead silent except for the drip drip drip and just when it became deafening, slow and deliberate steps cut through. Your breath caught in your throat, and got stuck there as your eyes strained to see through the dark.

A spark had you slamming your eyes closed, too sensitive from the prolonged darkness, but light danced behind your eyelids, painting them red. You heard humming as you briefly squeezed your eyelids shut tighter before rapidly blinking them open, taking in the smirking face of a brunette as she stood over your body, inside the cage, and face just as plastered with blood.

You scrambled back as far as you could go before your back collided with brick. Her eyes were just as golden as the blonde’s but there was little to no emotion shining in them. Her smirk widened however, and you could’ve sworn you saw her nostrils flare.

“You smell so delicious, I don’t think I can wait until dinner.” she moaned out.

You could feel the fear morph your face at her comment, and she laughed brightly, thoroughly entertained. When it died down, her face shifted into into a blank look, her eyes cutting into you.

“What makes you special, I wonder...”

Her eyes narrowed, her gaze intense, but she took her leave without coming any closer, and it left you without knowing how to feel or what to think.

What makes you so special...

You didn’t exactly feel too special as you lied there on the cold ground behind thick bars. As the torchlight slowly snuffed itself out, fear weaved itself between the spaces of your rib cage, and nestled firmly around your heart, leaving you breathless. The tension that settled into your bones left you rigid and achey and unable to move. Your temple pounded, leaving you incapable of even lifting your head.

Drip, drip, drip...

The image of the women’s bloody faces flickered across your mind’s eye and it had you doing a mental check of your own body, surveying for damage of any kind such as missing limbs. It nearly split your head in two to try and recall what had led you to this place,so you just lay there, an incoherent slump.

You didn’t have a keen sense of time seeing as you couldn’t tell the difference between hours and minutes anymore. There were no windows to indicate whether it was day or night, and there was no way to track how long you had been stuck.

Drip, drip, drip...

It was all you could hear for the longest, the consistent dripping echoing off the walls. You began to tremble as the thought occurred that you would soon be spilling and dripping along the dirty floor as well. You swallowed thickly, mouth and throat so dry that it was an actual struggle that landed you into a coughing fit. It wracked your body so hard that it felt as though one of your ribs might burst through your skin; You were coughing so hard that you didn’t even really notice the room light up for a third time.

Tears streamed down your face as you finally were able to regain some composure. You opened your eyes, small droplets clinging to your eyelashes, and saw a glass hovering in front of your face. You were so thrown for a loop that you just sat there in a daze, staring at the glass of — Wait is that water?

Your gaze slowly trailed up the hand that was holding the cup, and your eyes met a third pair of golden eyes that took your breath away in a different fashion than that of the others. They seemed soft, as was the gentle upward curve of her smile. You couldn’t help but notice the lack of blood on any part of this woman’s body and attire.

“Hello,”

You released a breath you weren’t aware you were holding, and as you went to take another one, it felt easier and lighter than before.

“H-Hi,” you quickly stammered, unwilling to anger her.

“Drink this... please,” the redhead ordered gently, pressing the glass forward to give you the hint.

Your fingers grasped the glass, and her index finger grazed the side of yours before withdrawing and watching your movements. You maintained eye contact with her even as you brought it to your nose and sniffed cautiously. Instead of taking offense, she giggled knowingly.

Your chest felt light and your stomach felt warm at the sound, almost as if you were about to vomit out butterflies. Again, your eyes connected as you slowly took a sip. The water was lukewarm, but at least it was water and it felt refreshing and rejuvenating on your parched tongue. You greedily sipped until there was nothing more for you, not even a drop.

“Oh, my,” she sighed, her hand on her cheek. “I knew you would need to be watered sooner.”

If you didn’t know any better, it almost sounded like she was upset. She was worrying her bottom lip between her teeth as she began playing with her fingers. Her eyes radiated warmth and concern as she ducked her head to look closely at you.

Drip, drip, drip

“Where am I?” You demanded, though the tremor that shook your voice had you more or less begging.

“This is Castle Dimitrescu, it belongs to my mother as well as my sisters and I, and unfortunately this is the dungeon.” she said, shifting uncomfortably, a grimace intact the whole time.

Drip, dri-

The dripping stopped almost instantly, leaving you in absolute silence then. Maybe the leak stopped? Or maybe the blood had finally run dry. You shivered.

“My name is Myra,” offered the redhead, an apologetic smile reaching her eyes.

“Am I going to die here?” You couldn’t help but question, cutting straight to the chase.

For the first time since you met Myra, her features hardened. She slowly knelt before you, unaffected by the dirt pressing and smearing into her black robe. The intensity had her golden eyes glowing as she stared deep into you. Her hand reached towards you and despite flinching hard enough that it jolted your whole body, Myra still moved until her hand was cupping your cheek.

“I told my sisters you are not to be harmed, and you will not be.”

You were like a cornered animal, but the thumb brushing your cheek had you feeling something you hadn’t felt in God knows when: hope. The dread weighing down your spirit and stress weighing down your body had eased the slightest bit, allowing you to breathe properly.

“And your mother?” you pushed, remembering her words from moments ago.

Myra cocked her head to the side as she pondered the good point you had brought up. It also had the blonde’s words reverberating through your head.

Not yet...

“Mother would never upset me by killing my pet.”

It rolled off her tongue with such ease that you almost didn’t register what she had said, but when you did, you had to do a double take. Pet? Her words from earlier that you had let go of suddenly popped into your head.

“You needed to be watered sooner.”

You wanted to argue, lash out and scream that you weren’t an animal, you were a person but then again, you have a faint idea of how they treat humans, so it wasn’t too much of a reasonable argument. But the way she had your face cradled showed that she thought something more of you than others. Myra was your best bet at survival, plus it helped that despite the circumstances, she was a sight for sore eyes.

You could hear phantom drips in the background, but the thumb caressing your cheek caught you carefully by the chin and reinforced eye contact. Her calming aura had you relaxing and going slack beneath her touch, something that had her smiling so wide you were afraid her face would split. If you looked closely, you could see hope swirling in Myra’s eyes as well.

“Don’t worry, you are mine.”

It didn’t sound so threatening, and in fact you were nodding along.

“I’m yours,”

#resident evil 8 #resident evil village #lady dimitrescu’s daughters x reader #reader insert #daniela dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu's daughters headcanons #lady dimitrescu's daughters #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #one word prompts #prompt fill

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zevlors-tail · 3 years

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Home For The Holidays

A/N: Cheesy title, I know. I wanted to write something sweet for my fav comfort character for the holidays. Shinsou and reader are in a platonic relationship in this. “I love you” is said but again, it’s all platonic. Unless of course you would like to read it as otherwise. Enjoy!

Pairing: Shinsou x Reader (Platonic), Roommate/Modern AU

Summary: Holidays are stressful, and you just need a break.

TW: None. :)

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Drained. Tired. Exhausted. None of those words can even begin to describe how you feel right now. After two long days of lengthy driving and barely getting any sleep, you’re ready to collapse into your bed as soon you open your apartment door- or you would be, except your mind doesn’t seem to agree with your body. Physically, you want nothing more than to flop face first into your pillow and be done for the night. Mentally…not so much. Your brain just won’t quit, just won’t give up on trying to render you helpless. It won’t shut off, memories of the last two days replaying and continuing to stress you out even when it’s all over already. The holiday is essentially done, all of your goodies stuffed away in the back of your car still (you were too tired to even think about bringing most of them inside for the night), and you don’t have to see any more family. In fact, you cut your stay short and left early, and you sure as hell don’t have any plans to go back there any time soon. But after all is said and done, after you sink down on the couch beside your roommate, you still aren’t able to find enough peace of mind to rest or go to sleep.

Hitoshi shifts to make more room for you on the couch, and you gratefully curl up in the opposite corner from him and stretch out your legs a little. They ache from being cramped up in your car for hours on end. A comfortable silence settles between the two of you for a while, broken only by the sound of metal scraping against…porcelain? You look over to see Shinsou with a bowl of what looks like Kraft mac n’ cheese in his hands, eyes fixed on the TV while he absentmindedly shoves forkfuls of it in his mouth. Suddenly you feel extra tired and hungry, and you can’t help but remember that the last time you ate was this afternoon while you stare longingly at the bowl. If your car clock is correct, then you got back sometime around midnight; that’s at least a full eight hours or so since you’ve last had food. It’s not that you hadn’t been hungry at the time, but you were in such a hurry to pack everything up and make sure you didn’t forget anything before the drive home that you’d forgotten to have something for dinner. And if you're being honest with yourself…you might have been in a rush to leave after the events that transpired. Regardless, you're currently starving, but you lack the energy right now to get up and make something for yourself.

“Want some?” Shinsou shuffles around in his blanket so that his back is resting against the couch while he’s facing you, one hand outstretched to offer the bowl of macaroni and cheese to you. There’s still steam coming from it; it’s still hot and it smells heavenly. “I don’t mind, I was pretty much done anyway.” He must have caught you staring.

As much as you want to say no, your stomach growls loudly before you can even open your mouth, and Hitoshi is all but shoving the bowl into your hands before he moves closer to you and throws half of his blanket over your shoulders to share that too. He’s always so kind to you.

“But you’ve barely even touched it,” you reply flatly. It feels like all of your energy has been sapped. Even talking is taking a toll on you, but still your mind is awake.

“I was just bored. I ate dinner an hour ago.” When he sees you hesitating still, he gives you a thoughtful look and asks, “Would it make you feel better if I shared it with you?”

“Yeah...” It’s an honest answer. Even if he really did have dinner an hour ago, you still feel a little guilty about taking his food. At least this way he can have some too.

Shinsou takes a bite for every five that you take. You’re pretty sure he’s only eating for your sake, but you don’t mind that. You pass the fork back and forth between each other, his warmth at your side a welcome feeling after braving the bitter cold during the short walk to your shared apartment earlier. At some point you realize the utensil never left your hand after he passed it back to you however, and before long the bowl is empty.

“I thought you weren’t supposed to be home until Tuesday,” he prods gently. His eyes roam over your face for the signs he knows so well by now.

“I wasn’t.”

You choose not to elaborate, and he accepts your silence for a valid answer. He’s good at reading between the lines and recognizing cues. It’s what you don’t say, rather than your actual response, that tells him you’ve had a rough time while you were away. The bags under your eyes, much heavier than usual as of late, tell him the same.

As far as you know, Hitoshi doesn’t visit his parents around this time of year. While you went to stay with some of your family, he’d chosen to stay home instead, and you had no qualms with it since it meant you wouldn’t need a house sitter for your numerous plants around the apartment. Now, you’re especially glad he doesn’t go anywhere during the holidays; you really don’t want to be alone right now. After having food and warming up, you feel absolutely beat. You’re achey, weary, beyond fatigued, and finally ready to relax your brain and go to sleep- and Hitoshi’s warm arms seem like the perfect place to do so. You lean into him, eyes already closing in defeat.

He sets the bowl on the coffee table before maneuvering the two of you around so that you’re lying on top of him, head resting just under his chin and his arms wrapped securely around your form. Over time, you've decided there’s no safer place than the lavender-haired man beneath you. Nothing brings you more solace than the strong beat in his chest and the warmth he radiates under the blanket, than his soft gaze that’s so full of care and his genuine smiles that you adore. There are no expectations to meet here, no standards to be held to, no facade to keep up. It’s just the two of you as you are- nothing more, and nothing less. You know Hitoshi will never judge you for anything, will never try to make you be someone you’re not. You can rest easy knowing you’re at home in his embrace.

“Hey…Toshi?” you breathe, your voice barely above a whisper. He makes a soft hum in acknowledgement and runs a hand lightly over your upper back, a motion that soothes some of your aches and relaxes you further. “Can you play with my hair?”

He chuckles softly but runs a hand through some of your loose strands, none the less. You lean into his tender touch, his fingertips gently massaging against your scalp as he does so. His touch feels nice; it melts away the stress of the past two days and eases your mind into a more relaxed state- one where you’re not constantly on overdrive with your thoughts and memories. Things finally slow down, and you start to drift off.

The blanket keeps the both of you warm as you cuddle each other, old reruns of a show you vaguely recognize playing on TV in the background. It’s the only source of light in the apartment- that is, until Hitoshi reaches over for the remote and turns it off for the night. After that, it’s completely quiet. The only sound you can hear is the strong beat of his heart in his chest and his hand running through your hair still. Both of your eyes are closed for the night, and you’re not moving any time soon.

“I’m glad you’re back home,” he whispers against you. “Love you.”

“Love you too.” It’s so quiet you’re almost unsure if you say it out loud, but the way Hitoshi snuggles up closer to you says otherwise.

All those places you visit over the holidays? All the family you interact with? It’s hard to call those home sometimes. But this? Right here?

Hitoshi Shinsou is a home if you’ve ever seen one.

#shinsou x reader #hitoshi x reader #shinsou hitoshi #hitoshi shinsou #shinsou hitoshi x reader #hitoshi shinsou x reader #hitoshi #shinsou #platonic!shinsou #platonic!shinsou x reader #bnha x reader #platonic shinsou #bnha christmas #sweater writes

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sickgrave · 3 years

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I’m going to share a bit of my breast reduction surgery experience since I couldn’t find a lot of info about people that went through it while being chronically ill! Feel free to reach out and ask questions if there’s anything I didn’t cover below ❤️

Here’s a bit about prep and the first few weeks of post-op recovery (tw for mentions of throwing up, needles, blood, and general surgery talk):

Prep:

I was scheduled for surgery on a Monday and got a call from one of my surgeon’s nurses on Friday (since they close over the weekend) to go over prep. I was allowed to eat until 4:30 AM the morning of my surgery since I wasn’t scheduled until 12:30PM, but ended up letting dinner be my last meal. I asked the nurse if I should take my usual meds before surgery (Xeljanz, tirosint (levothyroxine) and she said no. HOWEVER, when I mentioned that I take corlanor and explained what it does (keeps my heart rate normal instead of spiking to 200) she decided I should absolutely take it with a sip of water the morning of. Make sure to go down the list, ask EXPLICITLY about your medications and explain why you may have hesitancies about not taking them. Sometimes nurses just... don’t know what drugs do what- especially if you go through a surgeon’s practice and not a hospital- and that’s okay! The more thorough you can be the better you can make sure your experience is.

Day of (before the surgery):

I ended up getting called in early since my surgeon’s schedule seemed to be opening up (good thing I didn’t eat wicked late like they said I could!). I was taken back almost immediately. I was asked to pee in a cup for last minute testing (pregnancy tests smh 🙄) and given what was basically tylenol to take while I waited for the anesthesiologist.

The team was very quick to hook up my i.v. (one poke in my hand! that’s a new record honestly) and shortly after the surgeon came in with a student to make guide marks with a pen- we also discussed my goals one last time to make sure we were on the same page about size. I was walked over to the surgical table, situated myself, and got about 5 words in before I knocked out for good!

While I was briefed about the possibility of having drains inserted there was a good chance I would be sent home without them. I personally didn’t need them but you might- and your nurses and surgeon will go into great detail to tell you how to care for them and when you should be able to remove them!

Day of (after the surgery):

This is where it gets the most hazy for me. I know I was kept in the facility for an hour after the surgery but don’t remember any of it. I don’t remember the nurse helping me get dressed, or wheeling me outside. I do remember throwing up quite violently and not being able to figure out where the vomit bag was or how to keep it in front of my face. I do remember the heat really getting to me and thinking I wouldn’t feel so sick if I were inside and cooled. If you have a home with stairs or live in an apartment I highly recommend you DON’T CLIMB STAIRS. Maybe arrange to stay with a friend or at a hotel if you can, or stay on the first floor of your home. Even with 2 people helping me I stumbled almost drunkenly, while vomiting, just praying I could get to my recliner before I passed back out again. It was terrifying and I definitely didn’t have the strength to deal with it- I’m lucky I didn’t crack my head on the concrete stairs outside or fall flat on my chest.

I vaguely remember being fed ice chips (highly suggest having ice ready, as well as popsicles and ice cream) and sleeping a lot. Once I was awake, we discovered I couldn’t take the pain meds I was given due to allergies. I ended up taking extra strength tylenol at normal doses and though I was uncomfortable, I made it by just fine. The pain levels are pretty exhausting but I think the worst part is that it’s consistently achey and feels tight- like your breasts are way too high on your chest. I was allowed to use ice packs for 20 minutes at a time but my cousin who recently had the same procedure was told to completely avoid it. As with most things listen to your surgeon and their specific instructions for YOU and your body- there’s usually a reason.

Post-op (1 day after):

This seemed quick to me, but the day after my surgery I went back to see my surgeon. He removed the surgical bra I was sent home with and I IMMEDIATELY got nauseous and gagged a lot- but once I had ice packs and a cool drink I felt alright. There’s a lot of bruising and swelling the first week so your tits look pretty gnarly. If you have any signs of infection you’ll be put on antibiotics, but luckily for me I seemed to be healing just fine. The back relief and lack of weight is amazingly immediate though! I could already feel miles and miles better.

I was told that I could shower the next day (wed) and to be careful about it. I fully recommend taking it SUPER slow. The release of pressure when removing the surgical bra really takes it out of you. I was able to shower for maybe 5 minutes before I had to tap out and vomit some more. It felt amazing to get clean though.

Recovery:

I tried to get back to work (I’m still remote so this would’ve just been sitting up and being on my computer) 2 days after but couldn’t handle sitting up like that. By Friday (the 4th day) I was much better. I wasn’t nauseous anymore and could sit up and work, pay attention better to the tv/games, and just all around felt more aware and in less pain.

At my 1 week post op I didn’t feel sick when removing the bra and was told I could start wearing zip front sports bras. I could start to lift my arms pretty well and now (at 3 weeks post op) I’m able to lift my arms above my head without any pain or weakness. The 2 week mark is when I’d say I noticed the most leakage from my wounds. While I didn’t tear anything (which is totally normal, just make sure to reach out if it seems excessive!) my bandages did have a bit of blood and fluid, mostly around the under-boob.

My wounds are already fading so well and since most of the wounds are closed up I’m not really leaking anymore. The only pains I have are the occasional ache and a shooting pain you’ll feel in your nipples every now and again, which is good because nerves are reconnecting but really sucks for about half a second.

Having multiple chronic illnesses I think it took me a little longer to get to a place where I felt comfortable resuming tasks. I’m definitely still a little more weak than usual and can’t push myself as far as I usually do. I’ll try to add more info as I remember it and share any questions that come my way!

Overall I’m super happy with the results and the few days of throwing up (which is my personal hell tbh I can stand a lot but vomit is the last of it) were worth it looking back.

#went from a 32GG to what seems like a 32D but I'm still healing!#breast reduction #reduction surgery #personal #chronic illness #spoonie

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colorfultrashcrusade · 3 years

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Who knew

THIS STORY WAS WRITTEN A LONG TIME AGO AND I WANTED TO POST SOMTHING FOR CALUMS BIRTHDAY. I know its not good grammar and all that but if I'm being honest I didn't want to edit it. Spacing it correctly was enough for me haha.

“Babe ready for tonight?” Cal said as I tied my shoes. I decided to go pretty casual. Black jeans, white tee, black converse. Hair tied back in a low ponytail.

'Yeah just about.' We head outside to the car over to Ashton's for the long awaited house par-tay. About 20minutes later, Cal and I reach Ash's place. And get inside quickly because it was beginning to rain.

“HEY EVERYBODY!” Michael yells with a drink in his hand. 'Well someone is already shit faced' I say causing Calum to laugh. I look around to see Luke talking to Miranda and Casey as well as newbies, who I haven't gotten to know yet. Ash and Sasha were fetching more drinks from the 'beer fridge' Nia and Rena giggling at something one of them said and of course, already drunk, Michael (lol).

“Here guys” Casey says while handing us a drink, 'now let's get this house party started!' He shouts and we all laugh.

(Couple hours into party)

The music was blasting; so loud I could feel every beat in it. Luke, Casey and Miranda were "dancing" I think (lol) Michael passed out a while ago. No one wanted to move him so we left him in the middle of the floor. I was sitting next to Ash who was sitting next to Sasha who passed out on the couch. Rena was across from us and passed out as well. As I turn to see what calums doing I couldn't believe my fucking eyes. With his drunken gaze and smile he stood flirting and giggling like a fucking school girl with Nia. I'll just say it. I don't like Nia, she doesn't like me either. So I normally wouldn't waste my time on her but she was too close to my boyfriend and I wasn't having it. I jumped off the couch,and I walked over to Calum and Nia.

'What the fuck are you doing?'.

'Fuck off Alyssa, can't you see he's busy with someone he actually likes?' Nia says.

'Aha Nia you're so full of shit' I fake laugh to finish off my sentence.

'The fuck is that suppose to mean?

' 'You're a fake ass bitch who no one likes, if you were actually respectful, you'd have real friends. 'Removing herself from cal she pushes me. 'Excuse me bitch,' I go to push her back but am hit in the face with a big, strong hand. Calum's hand. I turn to him, a hurt expression on my face.

'Fuck off' he simply said. I turned back to Nia who was smiling like the bitch she is. That's when I went to her. With a fist full of her hair I began bashing her head and face with my other fist again and again and again. I was so engulfed with rage and didn't care how much my hands were hurting. Her hand managed to grab hold of my hair too. She started punching me as well faster; harder. I closed my eyes as we moved around trying to throw her to the ground. But suddenly I was the one thrown down. She had kicked the side of my knee causing my knees to buckle backwards. As she sat on top of me punching and scratching. All I could do was try to cover my face and head. I don't understand why I wasn't winning this, I could easily take her. But I realized it was because of Calum. He wounded me mentally and emotionally. He's such an asshole when he drinks. I tried to look over at him to see if he was seeing this. And he was. I feel the blood oozing from my face. I feel where the bruises will be tomorrow. I started to see little black dots. I was blacking out.

'That's right bitch, I'm gonna take your ma-.'

'NIA WHAT THE FUCK!?' Casey yelled. Ashton, being closest to us got here first.

'Nia... Get... The fuck... Off her!!!' Ash said as he literally threw Nia off, with Miranda and Casey catching and holding her back. Ash came over and I felt my body being lifted up; hearing Sasha repeating my name as well as Ashton yelling.

'What the fuck is wrong with you mate?! You're just gonna watch as your girlfriend gets beat up?! That's a dick move man. You don't even deserve Liss, I can't fucking believe you!' Then I hear a smack and something that sounds like a body hit the floor. Then it went completely black.

(Couple hours later)

As I come to, my body aches everywhere; my head is killing me; and I can barely open my eyes. I sit up very slowly taking in my surroundings.

'Liss, honey don't sit up, you need to rest.' Grandma's voice boomed like thunder in the room. I grimaced. 'Sorry' she said.

'How did I get here?'

'That Ashton boy came, I nearly had a heart attack when I opened the door but he told me what happened.'

'Oh' I said simply. Over the course of the next few days I stayed with grandma till my body wasn't as achey. I was moving around and doing minimal tasks around the house. Grandma left for the weekend with her boyfriend, so I got to play music softly in the house. Just as I was going to make myself some food, there's a knock on the door. I go over to open it and it's Ashton. I smile spread over my face, as painful as it was. 'Here come in.' He comes in and immediately gives me a hug. Not that tight though. The embrace was so warm and loving I didn't want to let go of him. When I did, he was in tears. 'Ashy? What's wrong?'

'Nothing I'm glad to see you up and moving. But I'm here to take care of you.'

'Take care of me?, Hun I'm okay.'

'Please, it will give me peace of mind?' I looked at him; his eyes so glossy, I couldn't say no.

'Okay ash.' As the weeks pass, I've been with Ashton 24/7. Meanwhile Calum hasn't made any effort to text or talk to me. And normally I'd be depressed but for some reason, I'm not. Ashton has made me feel so good and so warm and so loved that I'm not sure about Calum.

(Couple days later)

'Yay movie time!!!' Ashton yells running down the stairs.

'Ahaha, what movie tonight ashy?'

'The best of me.'

'The best of me? Aha.'

'Yeah, I'm feeling romantic today. Aha.'

We pop in the movie with our blanket and popcorn and my dots gummies. Something about tonight felt different. I noticed Ashton was wearing cologne; he was just extra hot tonight. As the movie played on, I couldn't really focus, and neither could ash. At least in the movie.

'Liss?'

'Yeah a-' before I could finish his lips were on mine. So soft and warm and I couldn't help but kiss him back. There was a spark bigger than any I've ever felt, even with Calum. His hands felt all over my back, arms and legs. I felt so safe in his arms. Next thing I know, we are making love on his couch. Gentle and passionate love till we reached our highs and fell asleep in each other's arms.

(Couple months later)

Mikey's birthday is coming up and I wanted to get him something he'd like so I went with Sash. We went into the shop and looked around.

'Liss, are you okay? You look a little pale.' Sasha says with concern on her face.

'I'm a fine girl, it's good.' I smile. But actually I don't feel fine. I've been like this for a while. And right now I felt even worse. 'Sa.. Sash, I don't...,' the room started spinning and my legs felt weak.

'Liss? LISS!' She said it when dark.

When I came to, I was in the hospital, and Sasha was rocking back and forth in the chair next to me holding my hand. 'Sash, what's happening?'

'You fainted Liss, I freaked and called an ambulance and they did some tests. I'm er... We're waiting for the results.' Just as she finished, the doctor came in.

'Miss Perkins, how are you feeling?'

I'm feeling better.'

'Good, we gave you some fluids to help nourish your body. We did some blood work and noticed you're not nourished enough due to your pregnancy, an-'

'WHAT!?' Sasha said.

'Wait, I'm pregnant?' The doctor nodded her head.

'Yes Miss Perkins, the tests show that the fetus was conceived about three and a half months ago.'

'THREE AND A HALF MONTHS!?' Sasha said and turned to look at me. '

I see you need a minute ladies, I'll leave you be.' She left and closed the curtain.

'Three and a half months Liss?' I stared into space thinking.

' three and a half months ago I had sex with Calum but at the end of that month, after all that, I slept with Ashton to-.' Sash sat with her jaw dropped. 'I don't know, whose it is.'

'You have to let them know Liss.'

'Can you go with me?'

'Course Liss.'

(The next day eh... Night)

I asked Ashton to come over and without hesitation he came. And with the help of Sash, Calum came to. I'm nervous, I haven't seen or talked to him in months. How would he react to this news, how would both of them react? But they're both here. And I need to get this out. I walk to the living ash and cal are sitting on opposite sides of the room. I clear my throat as I enter.

'Hey guys.'

'Hey liss.' They say, one quieter than the other.

'I...uh.... I....uhh..' I look to Sasha for help. And she came.

'Listen guys with everything that has happen, Liss need you to put it behind you and listen the fuck up, Liss is...

“I’m Pregnant and either one of you can be the dad. I'm not sure but I wanted you both to know.' Calum's eyes went wide. Ashton's hands went to his chin

As the months come and go. Each appointment was just a reminder that the baby was coming soon. Sasha went with me for every one. I told the doctor I didn't want to know the gender of the baby. All I care about is that it's healthy. Ashton was there helping every step of the way. Making sure I was relaxed and calm and that there was no stress around the baby. When I needed a back rub, Ashton was there to give it. If there was no ice cream in the house, he was on it. Calum on the other hand helped more in a financial way. He had stopped by two days ago, which I was shocked by, just to talk.

(Flash back)

'Uh.. Come in.'

'I'm not staying long princess.' Princess? I just looked at him more confused than ever.

'I haven't been around or contacted you because I don't know how to forgive myself from that night. I lost myself after that. I...' He started rubbing his arms.

'Cal, no. Please tell me you didn't.' As he looked at me a tear left his eye.

'I'm sorry princess, I.... I didn't know what to do. I went to rehab and... I do-.' I wrapped my arms around him, hugging him. Stopping his words in their tracks. He squeezed me, getting as close to me as he could due to my belly.

'Liss, I love you, I've never stopped loving you. You're my one and only. I'll do whatever it is for you to forgive and take me back. Please. Baby please.'

End of flashback)

Since that talk, he's been around the house more and the tension between him and Ashton was very uncomfortable. The dirty glances they give each other. The shoving into each other. At least that's what Sash tells me. They behave themselves in front of me and the baby. I was lying in bed continuously tossing and turning. I don't know why I couldn't sleep. Then all of a fucking sudden, Sasha burst through my door. 'SASHA!?'

'Shhhhhh!!!'

'What the hell I almost peed on my-.'

'Shhh, listen.' I didn't understand what she was talking about till I heard voices.

'Cal and Ash?' I mouthed to her. And she nodded her head.

(Whisper yelling)

'Listen, I don't give a fuck that you like her Ashton, she's my girl, so you need to back up off her.'

'Me? Are you fucking kidding me! I've been here for her all this time you stupid fuck, she wants me. I don't care what you two used to be, but I know she cares for me. I'm here all day every day taking care of her and when I'm not I-.'

'When you're not blah blah blah, I'm the father of that child, Ashton. Not you. Get over it. Whatever you thought you had with her is not there anymore.' It went quiet. They must have been angrily staring at one another. Till Ash spoke.

'As much as I want that baby to be mine, as much as I want to stand here and brag about how my dick got her pregnant, we won't know whose it is till its born, and till then let's act like men and cut the crap Calum, we've caused enough drama in this house.' Two pairs of footsteps walked in opposite directions and two doors slammed. Sasha looks at me with her mouth partly opened.

'I don't know what to say or think about that.'

'Me neither Sash, me neither.

With the baby coming in less than a three weeks, sasha is busy getting everything ready for the baby shower being that we don't know the sex yet. The color theme is light grey and soft green. Everything looks so cute. I look around the living room to see Ashton putting up streamers and Calum putting up the giant pacifier piñata. Calum and I are better and by that I mean back to being couple-like. Ashton has gotten a bit distant. After that night when Sasha and I heard them talking, they act like neither one is there. They don't talk to each other and it makes me sad. They were really good friends always joking and playing around. And now, nothing. They're just strangers who know each other really well. But they're okay for right now.

(Later that day)

It was time for the shower to start. Sasha made me a special seat covered. The guests arrived and everyone came. Everyone except Nia. Everyone got situated with food and drinks and we socialize for a while.

'Okay everyone it's time for a game!!' Sasha shouted. She was more excited than anybody. 'So in this game you will pick up a diaper. All the diapers have a number on the-.'

'Why do they have numbers?' Mike butted in.

'Michael shut up let me have my moment!' Everyone laughed. 'As I was saying, all the diapers have a number because inside all the diapers is a little mess. Don't worry it's all candy, the point of the game is to guess the candy!'

'Why does it look like shit?' Michael says as we laugh again.

'What the fuck do you think babies do in diaper's Michael.' Everyone laughs harder.

'Babe I'm just messing with you, you're doing really good at this.'

'Well thanks butthead.' We ended up not really finishing the game. We just kinda are all eating the chocolate in the diapers. Mine was a snickers, there was also the Milky Way, Twix, and... Well just a lot of chocolate. 'PRESENT TIME!!!' Sash yelled. And everyone went to grab their gifts.

'Hey Liss.' Miranda said.

'This is from Nia. She handed me an envelope. Everyone got kinda quiet as I opened it.

'It's a card.' I said aloud.

'What does it say?' Ashton and Calum say in unison. I open the card and starts scanning with my eyes

"Congrats on the pregnancy Alyssa, hope all goes well. I'm sorry for giving you hell. I realize I can never have what you have and I'm sorry for trying to take it from you. You're his dream girl and I can't compete with that. You're more a woman than I ever will be and I hope one day we can get passed this. You deserve great things. But anyways, congrats."

'What does it say Lissachu?' Sasha says to me.

'She said congrats on the baby.' I say feeling a weight lift off of me, not knowing I even had one. The rest of the baby shower went well. I just sat and ate everything Saha handed me (lol). These cravings were getting the best of me.

(Night time) Today was actually really good. There were a few spills at the shower, and after the shower that was mainly Michaels fault but got cleaned by 'mother Sasha'. And surprisingly Ashton and Calum, after a couple drinks, started talking again. (I know what you're thinking, alcohol at a baby shower? Blame Mike). It was as if there was no bad blood between them. It filled my heart with warmth and happiness. As I lay down and get comfy I close my eyes and give a big, calming sigh and begin to drift off the sleep. Then I get a tickle in my nose and... 'ACHOO!' I sneeze. 'Aw shit, did I? Fuck I peed on myself.' I get up slowly and grab a change of clothes and go to the bathroom. When I finish changing. I go to change my sheets. Pulling on the corner closest to me, I start to feel pain, a really sharp pain. As I hunch over my bed, breathing heavy and choppy, my door opens and I feel arms around me.

'Princess what's wrong? Are you okay? What happened?' Calum says. His voice rang with panic.

'I..uh.... I think...my water broke.'

Calum's eyes went wide. 'Okay, come on. Let's get you in the car.' He walked with me letting me stop whenever there was a contraction.

'GUYS!?? GUYS WAKE UP, THE BABYS COMING!!' Sasha ran out of her room and straight for the bag she made me put together for this very moment. Ash moved at a slower pace but we got out of the house pretty fast. With Ashton at the wheel, driving beyond the speed limit, everything was kind of a blur. Sasha to my left; Calum to my right. Both letting me squeeze the fuck out their hands as Sasha does breathing technics with me. We finally get to the hospital and Calum picked me up bridal style and ran through the emergency room doors.

'SHE'S IN LABOUR!!!' As soon as the sentence left his mouth, nurses came around so fast. I was put in a wheelchair and rolled away; In the distance I hear Calum yelling. 'NO I HAVE TO GO WITH HER!'

'Sir please calm down you're frightening other patients.'

'NO, GET OFF ME! ALYSSA!! I LOVE YOU!' Pain. Excruciating pain. I feel as if these are the absolute worst cramps in my life. I feel like Satan is shoving a small trident dagger in my uterus and turning it around in circles

. 'It's okay ma'am, just breathe an-'

'I AM BREATHING!' After moving me from the wheelchair to the bed with wheels, I'm rolled into a room. They change me into a gown and I'm left there by doctors checking in from time to time.

'ALYSSA! Oh god princess are you okay?!' His voice rang with worry.

'I'm okay cal, did they finally let you in here?' I joke. Then Ashton walks in with Sasha.

'How ya feeling Liss?' Ashton says.

'Like I'm gonna have a baby.' Then another contraction happens. FFFUUUCCCKKK!' I grabbed Calum's hand and squeezed till its blue and purple. He says nothing.

'Guys? The doctor is gonna ask if the "father" wants to be in the room and cut the umbilical cord.' Sasha says. 'Which of you want to do it?' Calum and Ashton look everywhere but at each other. Then to me.

'Princess it's up to you.' Just then the doctor walks in.

'Okay Ms. Perkins, time for another look see. May I ask you three to step outside please.

'C'mon guys,' Sasha grabs both of their shirts. ' it's not like you haven't seen it before. It's the same. I giggle. The doctor chuckles to himself.

'Well Ms.Perkins, if you're ready, the bed is set up and down here, looks good. So who do you want in the room with you?'

'Doc, I don't know who the father is.'

'Doesn't have to be the father, no aha. The young lady, is your friend right?'

'Yes.'

'If I was in your situation, I'd pick her. She was there for you. Besides, we'll find out who the father is later.' He walks out. And Cal, Ash and Sash come back in.

'Sash I want you in the room with me.'

'Am I godmother?'

'Yes.' She claps her hands.

'Well okay, let's go deliver a baby!' I'm already in the delivery room. Sweat dripping on my face. The doctor gave me the epidural when I first got here. It hurts but no where near the contraction pain. More like I'm really constipated. The pushing is exhausting my whole body.Sasha to my right letting me squeeze her hand.

You're doing good Liss, couple more pushes then it's coming out.' I nod, my eyebrows furrowed

. 'Alright Ms.Perkins, push!'

'Aaaahhhh!' I pushed with as much force as I could. Then I hear crying.

'Okay Ms. Perkins one more push like that and it's out. Ready. Set. Go.' I take a deep breath and push letting out a massive fart (Lol jk yell).

'AAHHHHHHH!' Then the crying got louder. And louder.

'Liss! You did it! It's a, it's a...'

'Congratulations Ms.Perkins, you have a girl.' The doc smiles and wipes the baby enough for me to hold.

'She's beautiful.' I let out the tears. Streaming down my face in joy.

'She's beautiful Liss.' Sasha says. 'Hi little one, I'm sashie. Your god mom.' She was crying too

'Alright Ms.Perkins, we'll get her all cleaned up while you sign the birth papers. And then she's all yours.' The nurse took her to get cleaned and I handed her papers. '

Liss...' '

Yeah?'

Congratulations, I'm so happy and proud to be here and experience this, even though I can't feel my hand anymore. Thank you.'

'No thank you, for actually being her all the way.' We hug.

'But Liss, she looks like..... Calum.'

'I know, and I'm happy that she's his.'

'And yours Liss, don't forget that.' As I put pen to paper to full in the name part of the certificate, I pause. Then write. How the nurse comes back with her and I give her the papers.

'What's her name?' A voice says. Ashton and Calum walk in the room ( you were moved back to the other room to recover). I look at them.

‘She looks a lot like you Calum, aha. She has your nose.' Calum sits in the chair next to your bed, across Sasha; Ashton at the foot of the bed.

'Congrats, you two.' Ash says with a hint of disappointment in his voice.

'Come here.' I say as I give him a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

'Thank you for helping as much as you did.' He smiles and backs out the door

. 'I take it you guys are gonna be here a while so I'll leave and come get you later.'

'Wait!' Sasha buts in. 'Don't you wanna know her name?'

'Yeah, what's our daughters name?' I look from Ash to Sash. Sash to Cal. Then Cal to her.

'Schyler. Schyler Joy.'

#calum hood #calum 5sos #5sos #calum hood imagines #5sos imagine

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greenishbucket · 6 years

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I’ll Be Loving You

Jenny’s boyfriend was an asshole.

1.5k Mandy/Jenny pre-canon, possibly unrequited, for the @omgcprarepairs bingo “If I’m not married by the time I’m 35, would you marry me?” square.

Also on ao3

Jenny’s boyfriend is an asshole. Like, Mandy knows she already hates the guy because he’s a dick, so her opinion is, like, way biased, but he really is a fucking asshole this time.

“I just don’t know why he’d do that, you know?” Jenny is saying, choked and wavering and Mandy is really gonna kill that asshole. “Like, another break? We just got off of one.”

Mandy pulls a couple more tissues out the box for Jenny and hands them to her. Jenny’s still crying but she accepts the dry tissues to dab at the worst of the tears and her running mascara, and maybe she hadn’t realised her make-up was so ruined because she blinks down at the smudges on the tissues and starts crying harder. Mandy squeezes Jenny in closer to her side, rubs up and down her arm in what she hopes is, like, a comforting way with extra oomph.

It’s never that quiet in the Theta Alpha Theta house, and even though classes haven’t started yet all the girls are already back. They’d gone out to stock up on snacks and drinks, but Jenny had split to see her asshole (maybe-now-on-a-break) boyfriend, Chad, after he’d caught them crossing the Quad and asked Jen to get lunch with him. And now she’s on Mandy’s bed, crying. That piece of shit probably doesn’t even care.

“He probably just wants to sleep with other girls,” says Jenny quietly after a bit, “like, hotter girls. And ones that will put out more.”

Mandy wants to say if you can’t see that makes him an asshole then I don’t know how you got your 4.0 GPA. Instead, she says, “Fuck him then. You don’t need to, like, have sex when you don’t want. Not even if he pushes it. You know that, right, Jen?”

Jenny sighs and moves in to rest her head on Mandy’s shoulder, her tears dried for at least the time being. “I know, Mands, don’t worry.”

Her hair tickles Mandy’s jaw, and her perfume is thick and sweet in Mandy’s nose. As if the whole Jenny on her bed crying situation isn’t enough of a bummer already, it’s clear Mandy’s hopes of getting over things on summer break were too optimistic. She decides to put that realisation aside for later, when Jenny isn’t curled up against her and in need of either comfort or shit talking.

Trying to find the balance between the two, Mandy says, “Like, what girls are hotter than you on campus, anyway, huh?”

Jenny scoffs. “Loads. That girl in our econ class last semester?”

Privately, Mandy can admit that girl had been really, really cute, but outwardly she says, “Please.”

“Chad said she was hot,” Jenny says in a small voice.

Mandy is going to punch that asshole in the face. “What? But you guys were dating last semester.”

Mandy doesn’t have much experience with dating, rather than just hooking up, but she’s pretty sure it’s not cool to say other people are attractive like that while you’re dating someone. She’s going to put paint in Chad’s asshole shoes or put his notes in the shredder before midterms. Usually it’s her and Jenny working together to pull off pranks but she thinks Jen might be too emotionally involved for this one.

Jenny shrugs Mandy’s outrage off. “What about Allie on the soccer team?”

“Not even,” Mandy is quick to reply, even though she and Allie had hooked up that one time, quick and secret in the bathroom of that party. She’d been very hot, and great with her mouth.

Jenny sighs again. “What about you then, eh? You’re the hottest girl on campus, Mands.”

Mandy smacks Jenny on the arm, but lightly because she’s probably still fragile or whatever. Mandy’s heart is somewhere in her throat. “Shut up.”

“I’m not even kidding,” Jenny insists, and she wriggles closer as if to emphasise her point. “You’re a catch, any guy would be lucky to have you. Maybe get, like, some better taste than me, though, okay?”

Mandy pushes away the twisty-achey feeling in her chest. Deal with it later. “Well, like, I wasn’t going to say anything but…” and she lets it hang. If Jenny knows her taste is shit, that she needs to pick better guys, then there’s not much more for Mandy to say.

Jenny is quiet and then sounds on the edge of tearful again when she asks, “Should I break up with him?”

What Mandy wants to say is yes!!!!!!!, but what she says is, diplomatically, “Aren’t you guys on a break already?”

“I know, but maybe I should end it for real? He’s been jerking me around for, like, months with this on-off stuff and I don’t think I deserve that.”

Mandy is pretty sure she can hear, like, a hallelujah chorus from somewhere. “Duh. Of course you don’t, Jen.”

Jenny sniffs and wipes her eyes again with the mascara-covered tissues. “It’s so stupid getting upset, but I liked him. Which is so dumb. Why do I have, like, the worst ever luck with guys?”

Jenny’s voice cracks a little towards the end and Mandy can feel hot tears soaking into the collar of her t-shirt; she starts up the comforting arm rub again.

“You don’t have bad luck,” Mandy says, hopefully reassuring, “And it’s not, like, you. It’s just your taste in guys. You sure know how to pick the assholes.”

“But then that is me,” says Jenny, frustrated. She pushes away to sit up straight and continues, “Like, if that’s my taste then I’m always going to be picking bad guys. I’m never going to have a relationship that works out. I’m never going to be able to move in with someone, or get married, or any of it.”

Then Jenny starts to cry for real again, face blotchy and shoulders slumped. Mandy feels bad, would like to hug Jenny for as long as it takes for her to feel better again, but it’s time for a reality check.

“Jen, come on, don’t cry. We’re in college, okay? You don’t need to worry about that yet.”

That seems to work all right: Jenny nods and even though she takes a little bit to calm down again, Mandy lets her pull herself together and figures it’s probably still upset about her asshole maybe-boyfriend rather than just fear about an entire lifetime of future relationships. Hopes it is, anyway, because Mandy can’t tell the future; who knows how Jenny’s life is going to turn out. All that Mandy can hope is that she’ll still be by her side for it.

“Thanks, Mandy,” Jenny says, forgoing the tissues and rubbing her hands over her face. She looks steadier, even though her make-up is really, really wrecked now. “You know you’re, like, my best friend and that I love you, right?”

And Jenny’s all nasal sounding, and she’s just been crying on Mandy’s shoulder about her boyfriend, and Mandy knows it’s not like that but still, her stomach swoops. “I know,” she says, determined to just sound the caring best friend. Which, like, she is, of course, duh. But still. “And ditto, obviously.”

Jenny is the one to pull Mandy into a hug this time and Mandy goes easily, hooking her chin over Jenny’s shoulder and making herself focus hard on the notices already filling the cork board over her desk. Just the caring best friend.

“Sorry for coming in here and, like, crying all over you,” says Jenny, muffled where her face is pressed into Mandy’s neck, and then, “Hey, if I’m not married by the time I’m 35, would you marry me?”

Mandy knows Jenny’s joking, she’s kidding, a girl and a girl can’t even– but still. Her heart jumps back into her throat, her stomach swoops, her mouth is dry. Mandy can tell she’s taking too long to respond. What she wants to say, what she really needs to say, is something equally light-hearted and jokey in response, something that says best friends for life without revealing anything else about how Mandy is now pretty sure she feels for real.

Instead of that, Mandy says, way too quiet and fervent, “Like, duh, Jenny.”

And she hadn’t realised Jenny’s arms around her were loose until they’re holding her tight, and Mandy allows herself to feel all of it, sets a time limit for the end of the hug to stop and pack it all up away again. Allows herself to feel Jenny warm against her, the tickle of her hair, the smell of her perfume. Her best friend, her partner in crime, her sorority sister–

Shit.

“We need to help get things ready for the first round of rushing tomorrow,” Mandy says, trying to break the hug. They’re only sophomores so they don’t have much in the way of roles, not until the skit round; her and Jen are going to do, like, the best double-act performance Samwell has ever seen. It doesn’t seem fair to leave the work to everyone else though.

Jenny doesn’t let her go. “Just wait one more sec, eh? It’ll be fine, the rushes go off without a hitch every year.”

Mandy doesn’t need much persuading; she settles back into the hug, allowing herself a little longer to hold Jenny close and feel Jenny holding her close in return.

#my writing #jenny/mandy #omgcprarepairs #uhh i dont think there are warnings?#omgcp fic

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breeeliss · 6 years

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[Miraculous Ladybug]: Lead With Kindness

a short commission i did for @ageisia. hope you enjoy it :)

Link to Archive of Our Own: [AO3]

Title: Lead With Kindness Pairings/Characters: Chlonette (Chloé x Marinette) Summary: Marinette meets Chloé at a costume party but has no idea who the girl behind the mask really is.

Lead With Kindness

The invitations had an address, a date, and a short list of rules:

1) You must come in costume. 2) You must show your invitation at the door. 3) You must keep your identity a secret until the end of the party.

The fact that the party was being held at Le Grand Paris and that every single 3ème student in the school had been invited meant there was a very large likelihood this was Chloé’s doing. It wasn’t just that she was one of few people rich enough to pull it off. There was a certain type of dramaticism behind a guest list over a hundred people long and an anonymous masquerade ball that Marinette could only ever attribute to Chloé. She was sure everyone else had come to the same conclusion, but they, like Marinette, decided to stay quiet and play along with the delightful mystery of it all.

Feelings about Chloé aside, Marinette figured it would be fine to go. She always applauded genuine effort no matter where it came from, and it seemed like the same show of good faith that Chloé’s last party was. Besides, it gave Marinette an excuse to go all out in designing a costume for the party.

After slaving away at her sewing machine for two weeks, Marinette showed up to the party in a dark blue dressed covered in black lace and tulle with a mask to match. She even wore her makeup darker and styled her hair differently just to make extra sure that no one would be able to recognize her. It was all rather exciting once she stepped into the dimly lit hotel ballroom that was decorated to feel like a gothic, candlelit castle with food, music, and noise filling every corner of the room.

Marinette smirked as she grabbed a toffee from a server’s tray and popped it in her mouth. She might actually enjoy herself more than she thought she would.

She spent most of the first hour sampling the dessert tables, giggling with strangers over the outlandish costumes that kept pouring in through the doors, and sharing dances with a few of the handsome boys who caught her hand and pulled her to the dancefloor. She had long given up trying to find Adrien or Alya amidst all the brilliant costumes and figured she deserved a break for the night.

Marinette was sitting down at one of the tables and rubbing her sore feet when she saw a girl sitting next to her, taking off her heels to do the same. She was dressed in all black, the only bright thing about her being the blonde hair she had piled on the top of her head in impossibly tight curls. She was fingering the hole in her tights when she spared a glance at Marinette and laughed. “You can never get them to last a whole night, can you?”

Her voice was ridiculously familiar but Marinette couldn’t place why. She couldn’t think of any blondes with hair this long, cheekbones this high, or a voice this soft. Maybe someone she’d seen in the halls? Surely she would’ve remembered someone this pretty. Marinette lifted her own foot to lament the run stretching from her heel to her calf. “It’s my curse for dancing too much at parties. All my tights either look like this or worse.”

“I can imagine. You’re too good a dancer to stay sitting on the side for very long.”

Marinette bit her lip. “Were you watching me?”

“Kinda hard not to. You light up the room without even trying. I was trying to pull you out for a dance but it seems like everyone else had the same idea.”

She watched the girl’s eyes linger on the bodice of her dress while she rested her sore feet on the cold tile. “The night’s still young. Nothing stopping you from asking me now.”

The girl dipped her head and flushed which made Marinette’s chest feel light and achey. “Would you say yes?”

“I’d be a little stupid not to.”

The anonymity was making Marinette braver than she usually was, and it was so hard not to melt at the sight of the blonde sitting up straighter and ringing her hands out of excitement. A little bit of harmless flirting wouldn’t be a horrible way to spend the rest of the party, especially if it was with someone this cute.

The girl stood up and balanced on her toes a couple of times before holding out her hand. “You good to dance again?”

Marinette eyes her stockinged feet. “Barefoot?”

“Why not? It’ll be more comfortable. Plus you’ll have no excuse to hold back on your dancing.”

It was a very convincing argument, and Marinette felt like a little girl as she kicked her heels under the table and bounced up on her feet. Remembering that she had to keep with the rules of the party, she tried to pick her words carefully. “What should I call you?”

The girl hummed and tapped her lips in thought. “You can call me...Bee,” she decided. “And you?”

Marinette couldn’t resist the irony as she answered. “Lady is fine.”

Bee took Marinette’s hand and kissed her knuckles. “Well, let’s go have some fun, pretty Lady.”

They both ran up to the DJ and rattled off a list of song requests before they carved a space for themselves in between all the dancing couples. Dancing in stockings might not have been the best idea because they kept slipping on the floor and grabbing onto each other for balance as they laughed into each other’s shoulders, but getting to share in the silliness with someone else was worth it. She had a feeling Bee wasn’t used to going to parties very often, because she was determined to get Marinette to sing the words to all the songs as loudly as she could and keep them moving through every chorus no matter how tired they got.

Marinette was breathless by the time a slow song came on, and she didn’t think before she collapsed against Bee and wrapped her arms around her neck, pretending to snooze in the crook of her neck. Bee teased her about not being able to keep up, but Marinette just mumbled a complaint into her skin while Bee settled her hands on her lower back and started to sway them to the rhythm of the music. She let her eyes flutter shut while she curled the baby hairs on the back of Bee’s neck around her finger, and the whole time she could smell Bee’s perfume, hear Bee humming the melody right next to hear, and feel the black glitter from Bee’s mask falling on her cheeks.

They stayed like that for three songs before the playlist picked back up again and the bodies near them started jostling them about. Marinette saw the new sweets that were being brought out from the kitchens and she smiled delightfully at the idea that came to her. “Wanna steal some food and run up to the balcony?”

Bee went to fetch their heels while Marinette piled embarrassing amounts of desserts on as many napkins and plates as she could carry. It was much darker up on the balconies, and Marinette tried not to blush when she realized that most of the people who were up here came to steal kisses away from the scrutiny of the rest of the party goers. But Bee must not have been too bothered by it because she led Marinette to a cushioned window seat tucked away in the corner and drew the thin curtains around them so they were sufficiently shut away from everyone else.

They were licking melted chocolate off their fingers and letting their legs tangle together between them when Marinette asked, “Have you seen anyone here that you know yet?”

“Only a couple of people,” Bee said through a mouthful. “But even then it’s only a guess. I don’t dare ask them. I love the whole aesthetic of masked balls so I want to follow the rules as much as I can.”

“I definitely didn’t expect it to be this fun. I thought I’d be alone all night because I wouldn’t be able to talk to any of my friends.”

Bee winked. “Lucky I found you then.”

“Luckier than you realize.”

“What do you mean?”

Marinette shrugged. “I’ve been dying to slow dance with another girl for ages, and I didn’t think I’d actually get to do it today. It was really sweet.”

Bee’s eyes widened. “Never?”

“Nope. It’s not often that I get to meet girls who like other girls.” Marinette’s head shot up. “I-I mean! Unless I totally read this whole thing wrong, in which case forget everything I said.”

“You didn’t read anything wrong,” Bee assured, and Marinette’s toes warmed at the confirmation. “I mean I’m not all that experienced myself, but there have been a couple of girls I’ve held hands with and kissed before I really understood much about myself. Harmless experimentation and all that.”

Marinette pouted. “Still waiting for that kiss.”

“Seriously?”

“I’ve never had the opportunity! I was always too scared I was gonna freak someone out by asking or just going for it. Seemed safer to just wait.”

“If you keep waiting it’s never going to happen. I know it’s scary, but you have to take a risk with this stuff otherwise you won’t get to experience anything.”

“I guess that’s true,” Marinette decided. “I’m a wreck when it comes to romance though. I can’t be smooth to save my life.”

“Oh come on, you can’t be that bad,” Bee teased. “Kissing someone isn’t anything at all. You just lean in and do it.”

“It’s definitely more complicated than that. You can’t just go up to a random girl and kiss her.”

Bee crossed her legs, scooted closer to Marinette, and grabbed both of her hands. “Wanna bet?”

Marinette straightened up. “Wait….really?”

“I mean, if you’re waiting for someone else to give you your first kiss just say so,” Bee said. “But I’d be happy to do the honors if you want to give it a try now.”

Marinette could hear her heart beating in her ears. “I-I mean I’m not….there wasn’t anyone I was expecting or anything like that….I mean, maybe a little but not like actually ….like I thought I’d have time to psych myself up before I actually tried so I just thought that we’d never — ”

“Woah, woah, slow down,” Bee laughed. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to. I was just asking.”

“No I want to!” Marinette squeezed Bee’s hands to prove the point. “I’m just….I’m seriously so bad at this stuff you don’t even know.”

“You’re doing fine,” Bee assured. She drummed her fingers against Marinette’s wrists and leaned her face closer. “Would it be easier if you closed your eyes?”

Marinette bit her lip and nodded. “A little bit yeah.”

Bee smiled and kissed the back of Marinette’s hands until she was relaxed enough to shut her eyes and tilt her chin up in waiting. She heard Bee shift around a little bit as she got closer and cupped Marinette’s jaw, letting her thumb trace the curve of her cheek. “Relax,” Bee whispered. “Nothing to be nervous about.”

The fists that Marinette had bunched in her lap immediately unravelled when she felt Bee’s lips on hers. She smiled right into it and accidentally made their teeth knock together until they were snickering at the awkwardness of it all. But Bee steadied them and tilted Marinette’s head to the side so that she could softly lock their lips together and gently coax Marinette’s mouth open. It didn’t feel too much different from the kisses she’d had with other boys, but she liked how soft Bee’s lips were and how slow she was going as if to make sure that the kiss wasn’t awful for her. It was short enough that Marinette could’ve counted the seconds with only two hands, but she didn’t mind. It was worth it to see Bee blushing despite all her experience and sucking on her bottom lip like she was afraid she’d forget the feeling of the kiss.

Marinette wasn’t sure how late it was or when the party was meant to end, but she knew she was going to hate herself in the morning if she didn’t get a chance to ask. “Would it be weird if I asked for your number?”

Bee shook her head and left one last kiss on Marinette’s cheek. “Not at all. I’d hate to never see you again. Especially when you’re such a good kisser.”

“Shut up, you’re lying.”

“I’m not! You’re really good. I might wanna steal another one….”

“Put your number in and you can get as many kisses as you want.”

They both traded phones and typed their numbers in, but it wasn’t until Marinette started to put her real name in the new contact field that she realized they’d sort of forgotten a really big part of this whole evening. Bee must have realized the same thing because she was already reaching behind her to play with the elastic that was keeping her mask in place. “I know it’s against the rules but….it’s just us. And I’d love to know who you are.”

“I think we can cheat a little bit,” Marinette said, reaching for her own mask. “Besides, I won’t tell if you won’t.”

“On three?”

“Okay.”

It was amazing how quickly things could sour in only three seconds. Marinette was expecting some shyness, some awkwardness, and hopefully more kissing once the masks came off. But the moment Marinette got a look at Bee’s unobstructed face she jerked back against the wall behind her and let her mask fall to the floor because the absolute last person she expected to have just shared a kiss with was Chloé.

She honestly felt so stupid at having not recognized her when she was only wearing a flimsy mask, but it seemed like Chloé was just as shocked as she was because the flush in her face had completely disappeared. She didn’t look angry, which Marinette supposed was one good thing. But she definitely looked scared and confused, and suddenly neither of them knew if they were supposed to run away like nothing had ever happened or sit there in the thick silence.

Chloé managed to find her voice first. “....I’m so sorry.”

Marinette wasn’t prepared for an apology, and it was muscle memory that helped her shake her head and assure her, “It’s alright. You don’t have to say sorry.”

Chloé swallowed, still holding Marinette’s phone in her hands, thumb hovering and waiting to save the contact. She eventually clicked the phone off and held it out to Marinette instead. “H-Here,” she muttered. “Take your phone back. I didn’t save anything, don’t worry.”

It wasn’t that Marinette wasn’t already contemplating just deleting Chloé’s number in order to save herself the discomfort, but hearing Chloé sound so forlorn when she suggested it didn’t sit right with her at all. “Why don’t you want to save it?”

“Don’t be stupid,” Chloé frowned. “You know why. I don’t want to get my hopes up anyway.”

She expected Chloé to act disgusted and make a big deal out of the discovery, not sound so thoroughly sorry about it that it made her look smaller meeker than she actually was. Chloé wasn’t the type to slot the blame for anything onto herself, and the fact that it seemed like she was doing exactly that right now made Marinette question if this was embarrassing for a different reason than realizing she’d just spent the whole evening with Marinette without knowing it.

This certainly wasn’t the neat, romantic ending to the evening she expected, but things were already shifting before Marinette’s eyes and she didn’t feel like forcing them back to where they were before tonight. She swallowed, unlocked her phone, and saved Chloé’s number. “I’m keeping it,” she told her. “I asked for it for a reason, didn’t I?”

Chloé’s brows furrowed as she accepted her own phone back and stared at Marinette’s number sitting in her recent contacts. “Are you sure?”

“I think we should talk first,” Marinette decided. “But yeah, I’m sure. I….I had fun tonight.”

Chloé smiled. “Yeah. I did too.”

Marinette held out her pinky and pocketed her phone. “This seems like a bad time to have a serious conversation, but….promise we can call each other and talk about this later?”

Despite how strange the situation was, it seemed that Chloé was relieved to see it be filled with kindness rather than something more ugly. Marinette was sure that was why Chloé decided to buck up the courage, link her pinky with Marinette’s, and squeeze it tight. “Alright. It’s a promise.”

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If it hasn't already been done (I know I haven't read them all yet) could you do 71 with matt and niel? I can't ever get enough of their friendship

71: “There’s a thunderstorm outside and you want to do what?”

The court is soup, stirring and humid, and Matt stares straight up at the ceiling, trying to catch a proper breath. He’s aware of Dan folded almost in half by the benches, holding a stitch in her side like something’s about to pop out.

Nicky’s starfished a metre away from Matt, gasping dramatically with both arms criss-cross flung over his eyes. The rest of the team is hunched or stretched like roman statues, twisted in grotesque shapes to take the pressure off of their overworked ankles and lungs.

Inevitably, Neil is utterly solid on his feet, chest still heaving with exertion but eyes focused. Andrew passes him an unscrewed water bottle and they make eye contact for five whole seconds too long. Matt snorts, rolling away onto his front and grimacing at the sweaty peeling sound his uniform makes.

“Neil,” he calls, holding his own flushed cheeks. “Any ETA on when we can scrape ourselves off the court?”

“What?” he asks sharply.

“We just want to whither and die in our own homes,” Nicky moans.

“We have a half hour left in our regular practice plus we’re a month away from semifinals,” Neil says, incredulous. “We should be working harder than ever.”

“A month,” Allison repeats. “As in one month. As in what— over forty practices to go?”

Matt sneaks a glance and Neil has his arms crossed, his mouth sour. “The ravens will be—“

“Nope,” Allison interrupts, “I’m sick of hearing about what Edgar Allan’s demonic fucking automatons would do. They don’t play by the same rules as us. That’s sort of the point.”

“We’ll be better fresh, Neil,” Dan says, still panting a little from her last lap. “You know what pushing too hard looks like.”

“And I know what not pushing hard enough looks like,” Neil snaps, harsh and echoey in their plexiglass cage. He swallows a couple of times, maybe trying to get the taste of his outburst out of his mouth, and then he looks away. “Some of you meet resistance and stop pushing.”

“I mean If I know anything about Q-tips, that’s what you’re supposed to do,” Nicky says.

“Your body resists for a reason.” Aaron grimaces, apparently upset to be agreeing with his cousin.

“Neil’s right,” Kevin says, and everyone groans. His eyes narrow, and he taps his racquet on the floor like he’s calling order to a courtroom. “We’re not improving. We’re stagnant, and we’re taking the extra bulk of the newbies for granted. More bodies doesn’t guarantee a win, we know this. We have to switch things up.”

“Switch things up,” Allison repeats, leaning back on her hands. “What would you propose, Queenie? You want us to switch jersey’s? Play on a basketball court?”

“The jersey thing sounds fun,” Matt says, sly. “Dibs on Dan’s.”

“Switch things up,” Neil echoes, and Matt watches helplessly as a bad idea dawns on him.

Neil looks back at Andrew but he shakes his head just slightly, not in on whatever’s jerking Neil across the court. He wrenches the inner door open, and then crosses to the door outside. He pops that open too, and a rush of wet, grey air tumbles inside.

“Outside,” Neil says, like a revelation. No one moves. “Come on.”

“There’s a thunderstorm outside,” Matt says dumbly, lurching to stand on wobbly legs. “And you want us to do… what?”

“Someone lug the back-up nets outside,” Neil says, face pink and lit up. “We’re going to play against the storm.”

“Neil,” Matt says gently. “That’s batshit crazy.”

“It’s innovative,” Neil corrects, letting the door clank shut in his haste to get to the equipment room. “We need a different environment and we need to cool off. Win-win.”

“We don’t want to soak our uniforms or get struck by fucking lightning, lose-lose,” Aaron argues, as Neil struggles to drag a net that’s way too big for him out one hard yank at a time. Andrew silently crosses and starts helping him, maybe just to piss off his brother, maybe out of that inscrutable compulsion of his to do things for Neil.

“Fuck it,” Dan says, walking towards the growing fray of bickering and moving around the net. Matt grins at her.

“You’re being out-captained so hard right now.”

She flushes. “I am not.”

“You are,” Nicky interjects. “You’re the lazy one now. Neil’s the cool proactive substitute with a rough exterior and a heart of gold.”

Dan shoves him so hard that he stumbles and falls to one knee. “Who captained the winning team last year?”

Nicky laughs brightly and surrenders with, “you, you, obviously you”, struggling to get up again, probably stinging with floor burn.

The team siphons slowly out of the court, some foxes grumbling more than others. When Matt steps out into the veritable hurricane outside, he bursts into laughter.

“Neil,” he calls out, and again when the wind tries to stuff his voice back inside. “We can’t do this. We’re all gonna get sick out here!”

Neil jogs back through the storm, one hand shielding his eyes, pale legs flashing in the blur. “We’ll stay warm if we’re moving. The nets are already mostly out, come on.” He gestures at their milling teammates and flashes him a rare smile.

Matt curses, weak. “Just this once man, and only because the tension in there was going to kill us quicker.”

They end up on the strip of grass where students sit to eat lunch or play frisbee, nestled in between the court and the closest of the campus buildings. They’ve set up a makeshift court with just nets and players, so there’s none of the usual fancy checking or bouncing shots off walls — just teamwork and counting steps and scoring. Matt can see Kevin shouting and measuring the distance between nets, Dan shouting back, Andrew flipping them both off.

The storm crests like it’s trying to throw a punch at them, rain so thick it’s hard to see through. Matt can just make out the flame of Neil’s hair, the wick of his smile. He looks uncharacteristically at ease, thriving on the chaos when everyone else is wilting or seething.

He can see the newbies with their heads together, probably considering revolt. Renee’s holding her massive racquet above Allison’s head like the netting will stop the rain, and both of them are laughing.

Matt gets it then -- that there’s something about the energy of the storm that’s revitalizing them, the rumble of thunder sending them into titters and spins and shouts.

Dan jogs up to him and swings around his neck immediately, feet off the ground.“This is gonna be a disaster,” she crows. “I think it might be perfect for us.”

He squeezes her waist and grins, watching everyone fall into position on the slick grass. Matt catches the tail end of Andrew touching Neil’s sides and then retreating to goal. Thunder rocks the cradle of their court.

“Let’s go!” Neil calls. “Use the outdoors to your advantage. If you can get your opponent to slide in mud, do it. Grip will be less certain in the rain, so steal the ball. Got it?”

“Yeah I’ve got a question,” Allison says, mock polite with her hand up. “You know we’re all holding lighting rods, right? And your boyfriend is in a metal cage?”

Neil pauses, considering, and then shrugs. “We won’t be out for long.”

“It doesn’t take that long to die, Neil,” Nicky says, and Neil cocks a look at him.

“I know.”

“Oh yeah. My bad.”

“Are we gonna play some Exy or not?” Matt asks, twirling his racquet. Neil looks at him gratefully and reaches out until their sticks clack together.

“Yeah. Losers drag the nets back.”

“Oh,” Matt says, grinning. “We’re all losers here.”

_____

It is a disaster, a big mess where Aaron stalks off and refuses to play, and Jack starts tripping people on his own team for the sound it makes when they hit the squelching grass. Kevin steals the ball from Matt and Matt throws mud at his back to see what he’ll do, and there’s a scuffle that slides them right into Renee’s net, racquets, ball, and all. Matt claims the point.

The girls keep laughing like they’re delirious, and Neil is taking the game so seriously, doing these controlled grass slides that make him even faster.

They’re so soaked that they’ve stopped caring how they look, making the most of the fun parts of the outdoor slop instead. Dan rushes by Matt and strokes a loving, muddy pair of fingers over his jaw; he smacks her ass with his mucked up racquet. They steal a point while she’s distracted, and the fallout is explosive.

He knows that Wymack’s going to come back from his meeting to a bin full of filth and a disordered team, but he can’t regret it. It feels sort of familiar and achey, like something none of them ever got to do in elementary school: mess around and get outside and feel like there’s something bigger than the ball in your hand or the number on your back.

It’s something the ravens would never do.

Neil calls for a stop to the game after an hour, and he flops down onto centre field. Matt watches him, bemused, and then jogs over and stoops down next to him.

“All tuckered out, kiddo?”

“We were running overtime,” Neil explains.

“No shit,” Matt laughs, rolling onto his back. “It took us the rest of practice just to drag ourselves out here.”

“Was this—“ Neil cuts off abruptly, and when Matt glances over, Neil’s looking back, face ashen and serious. “I should leave the captaining to Dan, right?”

Matt considers this, letting rain cloud his vision and slither under the drooping neckline of his jersey. “This was a good idea Neil,” he says, as diplomatically as he can. “You’re going to be the best, most difficult captain when we’re gone.”

Neil rolls his neck like he doesn’t want to think about it, and the raindrops in his eyelashes almost look like tears. “I just thought... sometimes things get easier when you’re not stuck in one place.”

“True. But things also get easier when you’re not constantly in the thick of them. Breaks are good.”

“I’m scared to slow down,” Neil admits, and then screws up his mouth like it betrayed him.

“Then don’t, man. Let us carry you for a while. Let Dan, and Wymack. And Andrew. We can run too.”

Neil turns his head into the spongey grass to look at him again, and Matt watches mud graze his healing cheekbone.

“I want to win again,” Neil says simply. Matt smiles.

“Then we’ll win.”

“I’m serious.”

“Bastardized Exy in the pouring rain serious?”

Neil opens his mouth to reply but then Andrew’s looming over them both, his helmet off and his drenched hair swept back from his face. Matt didn’t know Neil could look more relaxed than he did bonelessly flopped on the grass, but he evens out when he sees Andrew.

“Everyone is inside but you,” Andrew says pointedly, toeing at Neil’s hand until he catches his shoe.

“I was being vice captain.”

“You were being a rain catcher,” Andrew says flatly. Matt watches Neil wrestle with a smile and then reach up for Andrew, who catches his wrist and hoists him up.

“Vice cap,” Matt says, and feels a pulse of fondness at the way Neil snaps back to look at him. His hair is soaked dark, uniform more brown than orange, wrist still clutched in Andrew’s hand. “Let’s wait for some sun next time, yeah?”

Neil shakes his head, on the verge of a smile again. “I don’t want to make things too easy for you.”

Matt looks skyward, sighing so hard that he laughs. “I’ve noticed that.”

#what a wholesome prompt #aftg #the foxhole court #tfc fanfic #matt boyd #andreil #in obvious dollops #prompt #mine #Anonymous #ask

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