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wing-ed-thing · 8 months

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Girl's Night (Konoha 12 Girls x Reader x Shizune x Tsunade)

Synopsis: After a long week for everyone, Ino decides it's time for a girl's night.

Word Count: 3k

Tags/Warnings: Fem!Reader, Ino Blackmails Shikamaru, Dinner and Mocktails, Girls Supporting Gals, Men Being Invasive, Discussion of Nicotine Addiction

Notes: DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT WAS TO TRACK DOWN ALL THESE SOLO PANELS???

Tsunade was still screaming by the time the door closed. Ino, still reeling from her latest interaction with the Fifth Hokage, was still frozen outside. You saw her on your way in, unaware of the horrible interaction she was still processing. And when she noted the rather pleasant look in your eye on your way to the office, she tried to warn you, but no warning could prepare you for the absolute hurricane on the other side of the office doors.

You slumped down next to her, your important documents plopping to the floor next to you. Ino still had hers in her lap, scrunched between her lap and chest as she seemed to curl in on herself. And as your head began to droop, Ino offered you an encouraging pat on the shoulder.

“It’s not you if that makes you feel any better,” she said, “Lady Tsunade has been chewing out everyone who’s visited her today. The guy sulking before me just left when you came.”

The long groan you let out signaled that, no, it did not make you feel any better. You ran two hands over your hairline, pushing your hitai-ate back along with the sea of strands behind it. You took your loose forehead protector in your hands.

“I need a break,” you lamented, letting your head drop again, “I don’t know how much more I have in me. When the day’s over, I’m going straight home to sleep away the entire weekend…” You groaned into your knees, slowly curling into a tighter and tighter ball.

“Oh no, you don’t!” Ino scrambled from beside you to stand and take you by the hands. “You’re not leaving me.” She heaved you up with a tight grip on your wrists, putting her back into heaving up your dead weight. Ino was surprisingly strong, something you often forgot until you were manhandled by the scrawniest muscles you’ve ever seen. You stumbled to your feet, and before you could slump back down, Ino had picked up your work.

“But Ino—” She slapped the stack of paperwork against your chest despite disgruntled protest. “Ow…”

“No!” she huffed, tugging you down the hall and the stairwell of the Hokage building. Ino marched along as if she were on a warpath. A few Jōnin leaped out of your way. “It is a Friday night, and I’ve decided that we’re going to have fun!” Ino gripped the files in her hands as a burning fury blazed in her eye.

“We?”

Ino whipped you around when you finally reached the exit, already spewing about all the potential activities you could do for the night. She tucked the reports under her arm to take you excitedly by the hands.

“I’ll talk to Sakura at the hospital, and you find Hinata and Tenten. We’ll meet at my place at seven, no, six!” You flailed your hands for her to let go, which she did without a moment of hesitation in explaining her plan. “I expect everyone to be dressed to the nines, so don’t embarrass me! I have a whole plan!”

You retied your hitai-ate, feeling more secure in organizing your stray hairs.

And just like that, Ino was gone.

***

Hinata was easy to find, with Tenten being a little less so. However, Tenten hadn’t needed any convincing.

“A girl’s night?” she practically cried, just about tackling you to the ground in joy. “Yes, yes, of course, yes!” When you regained a moment to breathe, she glanced around at her two teammates, who had both stopped training when you arrived. “Please tell me it’s soon.”

“Ino’s place at six,” you relayed, “And she’s expecting everyone to be kinda dressed up.” Tenten squealed something about pants that was too high a decibel to hear. Lee raised his hand somewhere in the background.

“Can Neji and I come?” he asked, much to Neji’s complaint. You didn’t even have the opportunity to respond.

“It’s girl’s night, you idiot!”

Tenten threw something from her arsenal that had Lee diving to the ground.

You supposed she really needed a break from her team after all…

Hinata, on the other hand, required much more convincing.

“I, uh— I just don’t know. I wouldn’t know what to wear.” She played with the gravel under her boot. Hinata refused to look at you, clearly stressed about Ino’s orders for attire as you lounged on the Hyūga engawa, unbothered.

“If you’re worried, you could just wear what you usually wear,” you offered. While not what Ino intended, you assumed Hinata’s usual jacket would be better than her riling herself up and fainting over picking a new outfit.

“No!” she asserted, her sudden volume— well, volume for Hinata— surprising you enough to prop yourself up on your elbows. She cast her eyes back toward the ground. “I just, um— I don’t know…”

“I can help you pick out an outfit if you want.”

“Oh… I couldn’t ask you to do that.”

And so went the cycle until you finally strongarmed Hinata into finally letting you inside.

***

You arrived at Ino’s first. Inoichi appeared surprised, although not too shocked to see you on his doorstep. He greeted you warmly, stepping to the side to let you in.

“Another girl’s night?”

“Dad,” you heard Ino whine as you stepped into the entryway. She appeared down the hallway, hands in the middle of adjusting her hair as a bobby pin sat clenched between her teeth as she glared at him. “Go away!”

Inoichi laughed almost sheepishly, having been through all of this many times before. You took off your shoes.

“Girl’s night, I know, but at least let me make you some tea before you all head out.” You offered Inoichi a grateful smile as he retreated into the kitchen just as Ino made her way down the hall.

“Oh my god, is that new?” She gestured to your top. You were about to ask her the same thing. Her slim, violet blouse draped asymmetrically down one arm, and you could have sworn it would have been all she talked about if it were new. Ino walked a circle around you before pushing you fully into the apartment. “Please tell me you’ll let me borrow it next time?”

“Only if you tell me where you got yours from. Sheek seventies goddess!”

“Oh, thank you, thank you, you’re too kind.”

You sat down across from her at a small table. You remembered when the Yamanaka’s switched it out for a larger one, but the small table had remained close to the entryway. Ino immediately settled her cheek in her hand, kicking her feet lightly as she sat.

“It was actually Tenten’s if you’d believe it! She said she didn’t like the color, and I was like are you crazy?” Ino narrated. “But then again, I know she’s more of a warm-color babe, but I’m still trying to get her to get personally color-tested.”

You heard Inoichi shuffle around one of the corners, and Ino sprung up to meet him, shooing him off again before returning with your tea. The amber liquid sat in handmade ceramic mugs painted with natural colors. A little sugar bowl sat on the side, a smiley face drawn in the grains with the teaspoon.

***

The rest of your friends arrived fairly punctually, with Tenten arriving fifteen minutes before your scheduled time. (You supposed she really, really needed a break from her team.) Sakura and Hinata didn’t come a second late. After a round of fawning over outfits and eyeliner, you were off into the night to follow Ino’s detailed itinerary.

“Alright, everyone, I want pictures!”

“Ino, where did you even get that?”

Ino set a tiny camera on a nearby planter, propping it up by the shrub that sat inside. She quickly backed up to the four of you, nearly toppling Sakura to the ground. She grabbed Hinata by the arm, ready to pose.

“It’s on a timer, you guys, quick!” Ino exclaimed through gritted teeth, and with only a few seconds to spare, you all posed together for your first documented girl’s night. She even got a few more in by the time you decided it was time to head into the lounge.

The Silver Shurriken was the new lounge that opened up in the village’s downtown, and ever since its opening, Ino hadn’t been able to stop talking about it. You’ve all likely heard the menu several times— they specialized in Mizu no Kuni-style tapas— in addition to the wide selection of specialty mocktails. And for someone who was adamant about saying there was never anything to do in Konoha, Ino was over the moon.

Ino just about ordered everything, and as half of the table stared over at her with wide eyes, she flashed a fat wad of cash from her wallet.

“Don’t worry about it, girlies; dinner’s on Shikamaru tonight,” she announced with a wink.

“What the fuck, Ino! Where’d you get all that?” Sakura nearly spat out her water, leaning over to thumb through the stack in her hand. Ino fanned her smug expression with the stack before tucking it back inside her purse.

“Shikamaru’s mom doesn’t know about his new smoking habit.”

Tenten couldn’t help the single, boisterous laugh that jumped from her throat. She slammed a hand on the table.

“So you’re blackmailing him?”

Ino ran her fingers through her bangs, casting her almost guilty gaze off somewhere toward the ceiling. But as your food came to the table, the group grew distracted. Each of you eyed the small plates— one of everything came— and thanked your server in a chorus. Ino trailed off, forgetting what she was saying.

“I wouldn’t call it blackmail so much as…”

“As what?” Tenten snarked with another laugh, reaching to pull a seasoned pepper from one of the plates.

Ino frowned, a pout anchoring her lips downward as she slapped Tenten’s hand away with attitude and a roll of her eyes.

“Oh, you’re really questioning my methods when dinner and drinks are being paid for?”

She had a point.

With a motion of your brow, you held up your fruity mixed drink, a cracker with cheese halfway up to your lips.

“To Shikamaru’s nicotine addiction!”

You exchanged pointed eye contact with the other girls at the table before you all took a collective shrug. The other girls raised their glasses.

“To Shikamaru’s nicotine addiction!”

***

You barely made a crack at a quarter of what you ordered before you were interrupted.

“Sakura? Sakura Haruno?” A group of shinobi who were walking by stopped at your high top as they passed through, one tapping Sakura on the shoulder and nearly causing her to jump. You almost slapped his hand off of her, but she grabbed your wrist underneath the table.

“Eh, yes?” she smiled. You exchanged a glance with Ino, who took a dip from her drink, eyes flickering up and back toward her glass. Sakura’s hand left yours to intercept the shinobi’s, redirecting him expertly.

“I thought I recognized you!” He nearly burst into tears. “This angel right here saved my life!” He turned to proclaim to the rest of his friends, who you guessed were just about as drunk as he was. Only when the shinobi began to remove his shirt did your mutual glances turn into gapes of horror. By this time, the man actually was crying. “Got stabbed through the chest! I didn’t think I’d see the light of day again!”

Sure enough, there was a scar about three inches in length on the right side of his chest.

“Oh, well, thank you,” Sakura laughed cordially, though wearily. “I’m glad it’s healed well. Have a good night, boys.” A vein twitched on her forehead, clearly unenthused at having her work brought into her time off. As vexed as she was, she wasn’t about to get all of you kicked out of the Silver Shurriken.

“Tenten! Hey! We didn’t know you’d be here!” A voice that was unmistakably Lee carried loudly from the front entrance. Tenten immediately tensed. Facing away from the door, her eyes darted to you and Hinata as if to silently ask if what she feared was truly behind her. “Tenten!”

You soon realized that Lee wasn’t alone.

“Oh, hey, guys!” Naruto chimed, hands clasped together behind his head. Still engaged with the band of shinobi she had apparently saved the lives of, Sakura did a double take. “Fancy seeing you all here!”

“Lee told us you all were doing a girl’s night, so we decided to do a guy’s night!” Kiba barked. “It was meant to be!” As the guys settled into the table next to yours, Hinata flagged down your waiter to discreetly ask for a to-go box and the check.

“Hinata? Hinata, is that you?” Neji pushed through the group of guys with a stern scowl. “What are you doing here? Is this why you skipped this evening’s training?"

You didn’t know how it happened, but your entire girl’s night had devolved into chaos. Between the guys constantly trying to engage you from the table over to the line of people asking Sakura for medical advice, Tenten ripping Lee to shreds, and the fact that Hinata had apparently snuck out, your night had gone awry. Ino smacked someone who tried to touch her hair.

“Hey,” Hinata whispered. It was a miracle that you heard her. You turned, and to your surprise, your food was already packaged in boxes in her hands. A few reusable bottles clinked in the tote she slung over her shoulder, having poured your drinks in them under the table. You could only wonder where she learned that one. “Let’s go.” She gestured with her head.

With a series of rapid taps on the leg and pointed eye contact, you collected the girls quickly, each of you rising from your table with bags and jackets already in hand. Ino paid the check in full with a generous tip, ignoring protests from Shikamaru in the background. You hardly said goodbye, each of you scurrying out of the lounge as quickly as possible, pissed.

You regrouped outside. Ino nearly kicked over a potted plant.

“Can we just take a second to talk about—”

“That was unbelievable!” Tenten, who was likely the most flustered, exclaimed. “Like, what the actual fuck?” She buried her head in her hands. “I’m sorry, guys. I should have known something like this was going to happen. It’s my fault.”

You were all on her in an instant.

“Hey! Stop that!”

“No, it wasn’t your fault; it was just an unlucky night.”

“You didn’t do anything, Tenten!”

Ino sighed, starting back down the road with a defeated gait.

“So… back to my place?” she sighed, glancing over her shoulder at the rest of you. You began to follow, but Sakura stayed, looking off toward the Hokage building. A single night continued to illuminate one of the upstairs offices.

“Is Lady Tsunade still working?” she mused with knitted brows. “That can’t be right.”

“She was when I dropped off my mission report before I went to Ino’s,” Hinata chimed, coming up next to Sakura with your packaged food still in hand. Sakura turned to the rest of you with a sympathetic expression. Ino puffed up immediately.

“Oh, no! No! I know what you’re about to say, and no!” She pointed a finger rudely, having her hands in the air as if to physically ward off Sakura’s unspoken idea. “Tsunade is the whole reason why we’re having a girl’s night out in the first place! To forget about work!”

“I know she’s been crabby as of late, but if she’s been staying late handling all the village paperwork, that’s probably why.” Sakura’s lip turned downward into a pout. “It would be a nice thing to do. We have plenty of food.”

“I think a night in would be a great idea. Things around here have been pretty hectic.” Hinata nodded, holding up the stack of boxes. “We certainly have enough.”

“Shizune is probably still in there,” you said, causing Tenten to noticeably wince.

“Yikes.”

Much to Ino’s deflation, it appeared a consensus was made.

***

Tsunade looked exhausted. A cup of coffee sat in front of her, and while she appeared awake enough to get her paperwork done, you could see the fatigue in her eyes. Shizune was just about dozing off at a table pushed to the side of the room. Tonton was asleep at her feet.

“Huh?” Tsunade sounded at the opening of her office doors. She stood alert, her reading glasses at the tip of her nose. “What happened? Why are you all here so late?” She came around her desk, studying you with intent concern.

“We saw you were still working,” Sakura started, gesturing to the leftovers you brought from the Silver Shurriken. “And we were doing a bit of a girl’s night.” You watched as Tsunade’s expression appeared to soften.

“And we brought food!” You smiled, ushering the rest of you farther into the office. Shizune sat up from her desk in acute surprise, delayed in registering everything. Tsunade’s neutral expression slowly morphed from acute concern to pleasantly surprised.

“It’s from the new lounge that opened up downtown,” Ino added.

“Oh,” she said, a spurring noise in the back of her throat as she fought for words to say, “Thank you. Here, let me put down a blanket. We can sit.” Tsunade scurried off to a corner of the office with a certain amount of giddiness.

You helped her set out the green blanket before you sat down together. Hinata opened all the containers as Shizune ransacked the cabinets for a few paper plates. You all ate together, your girl’s night not ruined after all.

Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed, and supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

Notes (tw knife violence): the last time i went out with my friends, i almost got into a fight and stabbed someone... twice.

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why-what-no · 2 years

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Pretty When You Cry

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst

Summary: Billy’s girlfriend gets tired of him always abandoning her to hang out with his jock friends. Based on the song Pretty When You Cry by Lana Del Ray

Requested by: My bae @mothshabby

It was a beautiful night as (Y/N) stepped out of her friend’s car, stars shining so bright like they were watching her. Her shoes crunching over the gravel as she got out of the car.

“You want me to come with you?” Nancy asked, brow knitted in concern. (Y/N) avoided eye contact, knowing that the pity on Nancy’s face would make her cry.

She shook her head.

“Alright. Steve’s there if you get into trouble , I’ll wait here until you’re back.”

She was always so grateful for Nancy. Even when the girl was a lot, the Wheeler girl was the best friend anyone could have. And (Y/N) was holding that thought in her mind like a shield as she walked towards the bonfire party that the jocks were holding after their game’s big win.

She could spot Billy fairly easily. Glowing gold in the warm light of the fire, standing and laughing with his friends. His wild laugh like a lion’s roar, his mane of blond hair blowing in the wind.

The sight of him made her chest constrict, even more so when he spotted her and grinned. Billy shoved past his friends and made his way to her. “Hey babe, what are you doing here?”

He knew something was wrong when he leaned forward to kiss her and she stepped back.

“Did you forget, Billy?” Her voice was soft, a waver in it. She was trying to pull on her anger, hoping that anger would make it easier to talk than sadness. “You said we were going out for dinner after your game?”

His face dropped, realizing what he had done. Around them, the basketball players were laughing and play fighting. Unaware of what was happening between the lovers. The fraying relationship.

When (Y/N) and Billy got together, she always felt like his whole world. She was his girl, he told her everything. So many days they spent together, holding each other close.

But Billy had been getting distant, knowing he had her so forgetting he needed to work to keep her.

Plans got cancelled hours before they were supposed to happen, leaving (Y/N) all dressed up with nowhere to go. She’d spend so much time waiting for him only for him to never come through.

And she couldn’t do it any longer.

“I’m sorry princess.” Billy was trying to make it right. “Let me get my stuff, we can go to dinner right now.”

“No. I wanna go home.”

“Then I’ll take you home.” He replied

“Not with you.”

Her boyfriend looked properly scared. “(Y/N).” He only used her proper name when he was being serious. “I’m sorry, I… I can make this better.”

She shook her head, picking at her nails. “I think it’s better if you don’t. This relationship clearly isn’t important to you.”

“No!” Billy denied that quickly, drawing a few glanced from his friends. Their attention was retaken by the party moments after, however. “I need you, babe.”

“Don’t say things you don’t mean.” (Y/N)‘s voice was harsher, her mind made up. “Not when you keep leaving me for your friends.”

She didn’t listen to the rest of his excuses, turning on her heeling and walking away from him. Walking away like she should have done earlier.

It was only when she got back to the car that she started crying. Nancy had her arm around (Y/N), saying reassuring things that the heartbroken girl could barely hear.

While she finally wiped her eyes after her sobbing, (Y/N) took the time to examine herself in the mirror. Billy always said that she looked so pretty, his pretty darling. She wondered if he’d think she looked pretty while crying that she was. Maybe that was why he kept hurting her.

Maybe it was because he thought she was pretty when she cried.

#stranger things #stranger things x reader #st #st x reader #st imagine #stranger things imagine #stranger things billy #stranger things billy x reader #stranger things billy Hargrove #stranger things billy Hargrove x reader #billy hargrove angst #billy hargrove x reader #Billy Hargrove #Billy x reader #Billy #st billy x reader #st billy #st billy Hargrove x reader #st billy Hargrove

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astars-things · 2 years

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Kids

Jack was in New York for an away game which leaves you at home with a 1 and a half year old daughter (Oakley) and a 6 year old son (Finn) all by yourself while being 2 months pregnant . Finn is just like Jack whiny, obsessed with hockey and just over all a mini Jack Hughes, Oakley is more like you, a sweet and caring person who is a totally daddy’s girl. Oakley only being 1 almost 2 doesn’t understand how to deal with her emotions, Finn on the other hand understands what is right and wrong and what the house rules are.

Early on in the day you had said that Finn could watch the game tonight if he helped you clean up the playroom, which he did. So while you were cooking dinner, Finn decided to change the channel on the tv from cocomelon that Oakley was happily watching to whatever channel Jacks game was being broadcasted on. Oakley was not happy at all and just screamed and cried while waddling over to you, you picked her up and asked her what’s wrong “meany over there changed my show” Oakley said while still crying while you were trying to explain to Oakley that it’s okay and that we could just put it on the iPad, Finn yelled “SHUT UP!! I’m trying to watch hockey.” The whole house just went silent, you put Oakley in her bouncer to make sure she would be safe then went over to the tv turned it off then raised your voice to Finn “Go to the corner right now and don’t come out until dinner is ready you don’t talk to me like that and you will not be watching the game tonight” Finn was definitely not happy about that and decided it was a good idea to throw the tv remote almost hitting Oakley. 15 minutes later dinner was ready and that didn’t go well either, let’s just say food ended up on the walls and that was just your breaking point you yelled at Finn to go to his room and give you his iPad, you got Oakley dressed and ready for bed.

While you were trying to clean red pasta sauce off the white walls a tired Jack walked into the house he knew something had happened as soon as he saw your tear stained cheeks, the mess on the walls and the tv remote on the other side of living room with the batteries over the place, he immediately gave you a hug and just sat on the floor with you until you were ready to speak, as soon as you told him the shit that happened in the day Jack was upset with Finn and upset with the fact he wasn’t here to support you. Jack told you to go take a bath and relax while he went to Oakleys room to give her a kiss on the head and tell her goodnight even tho she was already asleep, then he went to Finn’s room as soon as he walked in it was a mess pillows, blankets and stuffed animals being thrown, “hey buddy let’s calm down and lets talk about today” Jack calmly told his son “okay well first mom said I could watch the game and so I went to turn the game on cause it was 2 minutes until puck drop” Finn started explaining “but wasn’t Oakley watching something at the time?” Jack questioned Finn “well yes but hockey is more important than cocomelon” Finn answered “it’s not, if Oakley or anyone is watching something on the tv you ask if it’s okay that you change the channel” “then mom was trying to calm down Oakley because she was crying and I was getting frustrated because I was trying to watch you play and then I just yelled shut up and threw the remote” Finn kept going with the story. Once he finished it was now Jacks turn to talk “ 1 we never ever say those words to people no matter how angry we are 2 we don’t throw things especially near your sister 3 I’m very upset with the way you acted you know better not to act like that so right now you are going to go to apologize to mom then you’re going to brush your teeth and go to bed but you are getting your iPad taken away for the next few days and we aren’t going to see uncle Luke tomorrow” Jack explained as soon as he was done he and Finn went to your room so that Finn could apologize, once he did you gave him a hug and told him to go to bed and that’s what he did.

#jack hughes #imagines #jack hughes x reader #hockey blurbs #dad!jack

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writinglandfill · 3 months

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I'm throwing this weird (like even my friend said it was weird "but in a good way") writing in here. I'm not too sure if much more can be done since it's kinda self-explanatory in its whole shtick.

Content Warning: Creepy whumper, body horror, dehumanization, blood and mild(?) violence

They watched as the gardener -their gardener- returned to the greenhouse. It was a small, although elegant, shed-like structure that sat exactly outside the gardener's house. It could not be seen within due to the leaves covering each inch of the glass, however he preferred it that way. No one but he should be able to bear witness to his beauties. The common folk wouldn't understand the importance of preserving them. Why, if one entered, they'd take one look at his girls before plucking away all of their flowers. There'd be nothing left! He could imagine their cries as blood trailed down their stems before landing on the ground. He couldn't bear to imagine it.

The gardener smiled as he gazed upon the collective mass. The white rose bushes stretched as wide as the greenhouse went and easily took up a third of their home. Not a gap could be seen, not as they pressed against each other in a tender embrace. Their faces were long gone, hidden beneath the plentiful petals, but he could how their leaves swayed. No one but him could notice that they were looking at him.

"Where's the little one?" The gardener asked, carefully approaching them till he was at the foot of the flower bed. "Has my seedling sprouted yet?"

Reluctantly, one of the rose bushes pushed something from underneath them. It rolled lopsidedly into the bare soil just on the edge of the wooden edge of the flowerbed. The seedling didn't look to be older than twenty. She breathed heavily as she clutched her knees to her chest. Dirt and blood covered her body and stained her torn-up dress. The growing branches held open the tear in her and exposed her stem-like spine. Those rotten legs were finally starting to fuse together, although it hadn't completely hardened. Tears went down the seedling's dirty cheeks.

"C'mon, don't cry, baby. It's just growing pains. It'll pass and before you know it you're a beautiful rose bush, just like your sisters." He cupped her cheek and wiped away the tears with his thumb.

She quietly begged, "M-make it stop, p-please it-"

"Oh, it's much too late for that." He interrupted. "You've already sprouted and in a few weeks your transformation will be complete. It's really not all that bad. No one can ever hurt you in here. You'll be safe and sound with your sisters."

He picked up the girl and placed her underneath the roses. The hole in the ground fit her perfectly. He dump the loose soil over her body till he could only see her neck and head. She whimpered in pain as the dirt touched her exposed flesh. A gentle kiss to her head.

"Miss Holly will come and feed you later. Just relax for me, okay?"

Yet, she kept trying to crawl out of her bed. The gardener would gently push her back down and shake his head. "No, no you need to rest." He would say. He wacked away her hands that were trying to scratch his body. It was frustrating dealing with his seedling's temper tantrum. She wouldn't shut up. She wouldn't stop crying and clawing him like an ungrateful brat. He grabbed a rag from his pocket and shoved it over her mouth. He slammed her head to the earth and put pressure against the rag. Her arms flailed around, which only caused him to press harder. Then, finally, she stopped. The roses stopped weeping.

"That's my girl." The gardener murmured as he kissed her cheek. He stuffed the rag back into his back pocket. He looked up at the other rose bushes, "I'm so sorry dearests, but she wouldn't listen to me. What if she escaped? She'd be taken and prodded at like some freakshow!"

He took a few, deep breaths to calm himself down. The gardener pushed the soil back up to her neck and patted it with a trowel. He took one good look at the sleeping seedling before getting out of the garden bed. From here, he couldn't see her anymore as the leaves of the rose bushes kept her covered and secured. The only sounds left was his footsteps heading closer to the exit. Before he left, he said to the roses, "Please, console our little one. I don't how much more my heart can take hurting her. I need her to understand that this is her new home, okay?"

The tallest, and the oldest, of the white roses swayed slightly.

The gardener left and the greenhouse felt empty again.

#whump drabble #its more of a drabble than a proper writing #whump #body horror #creepy whumper #possessive whumper #multiple whumpees (implied)#maybe i'm a bit bitter at myself for lacking motivation to proper writings and instead produce stuff like this #I dunno #plant whump #im sure plant whump is a thing #dehumanization #buried alive #blood

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nancypullen · 3 months

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Another Sunday

Welp, I made it through another week without killing or being killed, so...success! I have the Sunday night dreads, remember that feeling as a kid? I haven't posted about work or much of anything because I feel like I've been negative lately. No one likes that. I'm usually the seeker of silver linings and cheerleader for the team/family, so I don't like being a downer. I know my role, and until I get back in the groove, I'll shut up about all of it, mmmkay? Today we drove to Easton for an author talk and it was absolutely fascinating. David George Haskell, an evolutionary biologist and winner of all sorts of awards for his writings (two time Pulitzer finalist!) was speaking at The Avalon Theater about his book, Sounds Wild and Broken.

Biologist and nature writer David George Haskell has spent his career reminding us to pay closer attention to nature. In his latest book, Sounds Wild and Broken, which was nominated for a 2022 Pulitzer Prize in general nonfiction, Haskell turns his considerable perceptive powers to “Earth’s fraying soundtrack”—the planet’s orchestral richness, which is being increasingly blocked out by human noise. Haskell will deliver a book talk and play some recordings of nature’s most wondrous sounds in the Avalon Theatre.

It was so, so good. I took notes and now I want to read all of his books. He is an absolute artist with words, and managed to make some very scientific topics digestible for us common folks. His phrasing made me swoon, he could make insects seem magical. Even Mickey admitted to getting a little choked up a couple of times when he spoke of "primal sounds" - sounds that are unchanged from millions of years ago. We hear the ocean or a waterfall the same way that our Neanderthal ancestors did. I think you had to be there to hear and feel the impact. I'm not doing any of it justice. We had a lot to talk about on the way home and I'll be thinking of this for a long, long time. I've been reading rave reviews about his book The Songs of Trees, I may have to grab that one too. Don't judge his work by my poor attempt at sharing here - check it out! Another big (and important!!) event coming up is the grandgirl's SIXTH birthday. Can you believe it? Seems like just yesterday I was passing out pink tootsie pops and telling everyone I met, "It's a girl!" Now she's her own little person with friends, report cards, and a desire to see Disney on Ice. That's where she's going next weekend with her bestie that lives two houses down from her. I would not be at all surprised if they attend in full princess regalia, tiaras and all. Grancy has her birthday surprises ready and I think I covered all of the bases - dress-up, books, a little magic (Magic Mixie Pixlings), clothes,etc. If she didn't already have two cats I'd get her a kitten too. Think they'd notice a pony in the back yard? I should stop. After we celebrate Little Miss turning six, we'll celebrate my first baby turning thirty-nine. Thirty-nine. How did that happen? Matthew has been a joy to me every day of his life. That isn't an exaggeration. Thirty-nine years of being a mother went really fast. My youngest baby is thirty-five. Same level of joy. Those two made my whole life worthwhile. There's not a single day I'd give back. We were always sort of the Three Musketeers, we've been poor together, laughed until we cried together, had adventures - some even on purpose. Okay, I got sidetracked. I was talking about Matt's birthday. Since he's in Minneapolis we rarely get to celebrate with him and that makes me really sad. I hate the idea of him working all day and then heading home to an empty house on his birthday. Oh, he's got wonderful friends, but it's not the same. Before I started at the library we'd talked about flying out to see him and have some birthday fun. Of course that isn't possible for me now, but Mickey is going to zip out to Minneapolis for a guy's weekend and I couldn't be happier. They'll probably fill the hours with weird stuff that wouldn't interest me - like watching a bunch of war movies and eating a lot of beef. As long as Matt has a happy birthday, that's a win. Gosh, it's almost 9 o'clock. We're watching the Grammy Awards and I'm quite pleased that we recognize so many performers. That's not always the case. When we were young we swore that we'd never be those old folks who didn't listen to popular music, but here we are. I listen to about a third of what's new, maybe not even that much. You get to an age where you just don't care - you like what you like and you don't care what else is out there. Kind of like my fashion choices at work - everyone else still wears gray, black, somber clothing. I show up daily in my pink and ruffled nonsense. It's February so tomorrow I'm adding big ol' heart earrings to the mix. I. DON'T. CARE. I'm the granny in the building anyway, might as well write my reputation in stone.

I have the biggest hair in the building, the brightest clothes, and the loudest laugh. I gotta' be me.

I'll end this scatterbrained post with a bit of good news. The mister and I have made a decision about our anniversary trip. It'll likely be in October and we'll head to the Alsace region of France. It's a stunningly beautiful area where France, Germany, and Switzerland bump noses. After bouncing around a lot of idea and doing a bit of research it's a place we're both excited to see. We'll likely fly into Paris and take a train to either Colmar of Strasbourg as a base for our explorations. That means that we'll probably spend a couple of days at the end of the trip back in Paris. That thrills me. I need to see the Eiffel Tower sparkling at night again and make another trek up to Montmartre. Isn't that a whole bunch of wonderful to look forward to? It certainly is in my world. Alright, I've let you all know that I'm still alive. I'll try to blog more often (looong week ahead, no promises) and to make it lighter than it's been recently. No more whining. Well, not as much anyway. Sending out lots of love tonight, take as much as you need. Heck, take a little extra and spread it around. Stay safe, stay well. XOXO, Nancy

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I was thinking. What about a parallel in the atlas and the avid reader, but with lumity? Like what were these two doing during the story? I'm curious lol

On their walk through the forest to Camila's house, Luz, still in shock, tries to joke with a devastated Amity. She holds her hand and murmurs about how this is totally not how she imagined introducing Amity to her mom but that's life, constantly throwing ya curveballs, huh? There's a bitter strain to Luz's attempt at laughter.

Meanwhile Amity can't even muster a fake smile. She knows it's stupid, so so stupid but on top of being torn away from her home and family, now she's about to meet her girlfriend's mom and she's had no time to plan for any of it. She knows meeting Luz's mom is the least important part of all of this and she shouldn't feel like crying over it not going the way she wanted it to go but...

Amity's autism brain is having a little bit of a crisis because all this stuff has been thrust on her so suddenly and its overwhelming. She wants to have a meltdown right here and now but she's trying to hold it together. Her grip on Luz's hand tightens.

Camila does not hug Luz right away, as she notices from the moment she sees those five kids on her doorstep that it's time for action first and reunions later. She ushers them into her house and patches them up, dresses them, feeds them and prepares the Den for them to sleep.

Her meeting Amity is kinda lost in the hustle of everything else. The mood doesn't really allow for an awkward adorable cheesy mom meets girlfriend scene but Camila is told about their relationship and she smiles warmly and takes a moment to welcome Amity into her home, before she needs to deal with other matters. Amity is honestly relieved that it wasn't a huge thing. If it was gonna be a huge thing, she would have liked to prepare for it.

Once things have settled and all the kids have been tended to, Camila finally finds a moment to approach her daughter and hug her tight. And Luz just. Breaks. She had been doing a really good job of holding herself together but this is her mom. There is no way Luz would have been able to stop herself from crying several months worth of tears once she's wrapped up in her mama's arms. She missed her. And she messed up so bad and she lost everything. But she missed her mom so much and she never wants to let go. She can't let anyone else go.

Amity doesn't want to insert herself into this moment. It's very clearly between Luz and Camila. But listening to Luz's pained helpless sobs hits her hard. There really is nothing they can do, is there? She sees Luz holding on to her mother for dear life and she thinks about her Dad. How she barely got a moment to say goodbye to him before she was hustled away. How she had spent years living together in that house, feeling like total strangers to each other. How she had felt so optimistic about how they were finally beginning to mend their relationship. How he loved her. This whole time he loved her. And now she doesn't know if she'll ever see him again. She thinks about her brother and sister and how she didn't get to say goodbye. They're alive, she knows they're alive because they didn't have sigils. But are they alone? Did they find Dad? Are they wondering if she's alive?

Amity spirals horribly. Willow comfort her as best she can but it's hard being a helpless kid comforting another helpless kid. They're all scared and nothing Willow can say will truly convince Amity that she's not drowning right now.

Luz cries herself to the point of dehydration. She is physically unable to cry anymore. When Amity sits down beside her and cuddles up against her arm, Luz feels wretched. She wants to scream but she can't. And here's Amity, with her exhausted eyes still gazing at her with so much love and Luz wants to tear her own skin off. She fell in love with this girl and she dragged her through her own mess and now she's doomed her to this fate.

But Luz can't possibly say that. Maybe because the magnitude of everything she's done is too heavy for her voice to even manage. She doesnt have the words. And she can't drag Amity down any further than she already is. She can't upset her. She can't. Amity wants her loving girlfriend right now and Luz will give Amity anything she wants. She holds Amity tight and she won't let go. She won't let anyone else go.

Amity holds Luz's cheek. "We'll take this one day at a time." She promises and Luz's throat burns.

Luz lulls Amity to sleep by promising that she'll get her mundane slice of life date, that Edric and Emira will totally tease her about it but its okay because the date will be so cheesy and cute and memorable that she won't care. She keeps talking about seeing Ed, Em and Alador again but she can't bring herself to promise that she'll find a way home. She's promising it to herself but she can't say it out loud. She can't risk breaking a promise to Amity. It doesn't feel like she's telling lies but more like fairytales.

Luz and Amity love fairytales with happy endings. Whether they still believe in them anymore, they're not too sure.

Luz lays awake and lets herself be gnawed apart by fear and guilt and mourning. She spends hours thinking about King and Eda and the Boiling Isles. She listens to Hunter and Willow and wishes she had Willow's strength and Hunter's optimism. She listens to the two of them cry their bleeding hearts out and she wishes she hadn't ruined their lives. She wants her family back. She feels like a little kid for wanting so much, in spite of all her guilt, but she does anyway.

Amity probably sleeps better than anyone else but that's not saying much. Due to the fear and anxiety, she winds up stirring awake at maybe 6am-7am. Way earlier than her internal clock usually allows. This is around the time that Luz actually drifts off for an hour or two.

She feels a hollowness in the pit of her stomach. Everyone is still. She is entirely alone. So, Amity regains some grip on the situation by having some time to herself to process everything. Plus now she has a quiet moment to really plan things over. She focuses on the small things to keep herself grounded. Luz's mom. She can now plan her formal introduction to Luz's mom. And once Camila comes downstairs, Amity has already prepared the script in her head of what she's going to say and it goes perfectly. Camila is so impressed with her. It really improves her state of mind, as in its a welcome distraction. She throws herself into the task of helping with breakfast and takes it deathly seriously. It's time to bond with Camila while also making her feel like she has control over something.

Luz, meanwhile, has kinda turned to stone. She's gotten all her tears out, she's had a mostly sleepless night. Now she's at a loss on what to do. However, she did realize during Hunter and Willow's convo that taking care of the others should be her number one priority. Everyone needs support right now. And though she's exhausted and furious and devastated, she will put her whole heart into taking care of them, into returning them home. And she's decided that if there's anyone who would understand this sentiment, it's Hunter.

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Eye of God

This week's Vision Story chapter is on Qiqi - a character whose story quest I'm still waiting on (hoyo when??). This is an interpretation of the moment Qiqi received her Vision. THEREFORE, if you are uncomfortable by HEAVY ANGST EG. DEATH please skip this chapter! Your comfort is more important than reading a fic. If you so wish, you can check out the other chapters on my Ao3 account (link on my blog).

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Fear settled in the pit of Qiqi’s stomach as coldness seeped into her bones – akin to a heavy stone pulling her deeper and deeper into an ocean’s depths.

Dark shadows swirled in the corners of her vision – their tendrils creeping to envelop her whole sight. The world around her had grown muted: its colours pale and shapes blurry; the sound of the Adepti fighting waves of unrelenting monsters turning distorted and muffled, barely reaching her ears.

The golden tones of Jueyun Karst had dulled in her magenta eyes – the imposing stone columns no longer a comforting sight she’d seen on numerous herb-picking trips she had taken in order to help her mother. Now, they towered over her and blocked the faint sun from reaching her, cloaking her further in the cold darkness.

It was so cold – too cold.

Qiqi shivered as she laid on the frigid dirt. She had long lost feeling of the ground grating her back with its dry surface or the way the yellowing grass dug into her skin like needles. The young girl had grown pale and her skin clammy as she remained in her static position as still as a statue – a stark juxtaposition to the battlefield she found herself in.

No – now the ground enveloped her in a comforting embrace, grounding her to the present and tethering her to the world of the living. As long as she felt its hold, the pale-haired girl was still alive.

The soothing feeling that surged through her as she laid there reminded Qiqi of her mother: how her mother’s kind eyes shined whenever the young girl was in her presence; her soothing voice and tight hugs as her arms enveloped Qiqi when the girl cried; how delicious the poon choi her mother made during Lantern Rite was. If she strained her ears, the young girl was sure she could still hear her mother’s worried voice telling her to be careful before Qiqi set off on her herb-picking errand that morning.

Oh, how she wished she had stayed behind at home, curled in her bed without a care in the world.

Tears formed in the fuchsia pools of her eyes before falling down her cheeks like gentle snowfall – soft yet relentless.

The young girl was afraid: she didn’t want to die.

She wanted to see her family again – to hear her father’s calm voice and feel her mother’s arms holding her in a tight hug, seeping life back into her. She wanted to freeze time, to keep death at bay for just a few moments longer.

The dull ache in her chest where she had suffered the grave injury pulsed in pain, causing Qiqi to wince. Her clothes had become stained with a hair-raising crimson, the once periwinkle dress her father bought her set ablaze by the violent hue.

It hurt so much – too much.

If only she hadn’t gone herb-picking that morning, hadn’t made her way to Jueyun Karst, and hadn’t fallen right into an adeptal battlefield, Qiqi would’ve been home by now – safe in her parents’ arms with a steaming bowl of Qince Stir Fry in front of her. Her mother would’ve been scolding her for burning her tongue due to eating too fast while her father ruffled Qiqi’s hair and laughed at his wife’s overprotectiveness.

But she wasn’t home.

Instead, Qiqi was lying on the cold, hard ground – her breathing ragged and dark shadows swirling in her vision, threatening to swallow her alive. To her dismay, she could feel her life slowly being drained from her, returning to the cosmic stars of Teyvat.

“If only I could freeze time… How wonderful would that be?” the pale-haired girl whispered softly; her tone so low her words were lost to the wind.

As her magenta-coloured eyes drooped and started to close, a gentle light appeared before her – blurry in her clouded vision – and a muffled clinking sound reached her ears. There was a small weight on her chest as the girl sighed one last time.

A lone tear rolled down her cheek, illuminated by a soft blue glow, and fell on the Cryo Vision now nestled on her still chest.

#genshin impact #genshin fanfic #qiqi's vision story #genshin qiqi #qiqi genshin impact #qiqi #heavy angst #tw death #ao3 fanfic

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sunkissed-mogai · 2 years

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after a lot of thought, i've decided to leave the mogai community.

you all have been wonderful and i've thoroughly enjoyed my stay, for the most part. i made almost 2500 posts' worth of content. probably over 1000 genders. i've fullfilled dozens of requests and answered hundreds of asks.

and it's been great.

you guys are awesome. every anon who's come to my inbox, everyone who's ever sent a request, everyone who leaves positive comments on my posts. you guys are some of the best people i've ever known. and this community will always be in my heart. but coining has taken too much out of me. running this blog feels like a chore. this is horrible on my mental health and it's time i realise that disappoining one or two followers is less important than my entire state of mental wellbeing.

on that note, though, i am sorry. it's gotten harder and harder to convince myself that anyone actually likes my content, that anyone actually wants me here. but if there's someone who enjoys my posts, or likes the genders i make... i'm sorry. i can't keep doing that and i'm sorry. you don't deserve for me to just dip out on you like this.

it hurts too much to carry on. when i don't coin, i hate myself for not coining. when i do coin, i hate myself because of the quality of my posts, the quality of my genders. i hate myself because i will never be reign or cinna or mason or the sunrise system. i will never be enough, or so it seems. i've tried going on a hiatus. i've tried "pushing through." i've tried to act like my usual fun and peppy self from january. i've tried to make my flags better and my posts cuter. there's only one thing left to try. so that's what i'm doing.

thank you guys, from the bottom of my heart. thank you for some of the wackiest conversations, happiest days, and best friends i could've ever asked for. thank you for being my safe place- my people. thank you for making me smile and making me cry. thank you for being here. i love you all.

goodbye.

#important #the girl in the dress cried the whole way home; important!#mogai community #mogai #i'm not crying you're crying

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i dont think that beckam stole my ribbon. i dont care anymore i'm using his name. i wrote about my hurt and shared it at university. i've bared all my bones, i'm unashamed of my touched body. there is no shame anymore, only truth left on my shed skin. i don't know who tyler is, a shell of a boy trying to deny being a girl.

rebecca inmy cnf class wrote about how burlesque let her take her body back. i got so jealous that i cried. i've transitioned, i've cut, i've attempted. i want to have a body that is my own, and as much as i try to dress like i own it, there is nothing that fulfills me. i took it for granted, having a body that was for me. rebecca also wrote about this story where all girls have a ribbon and all men, even their fathers and sons, want to take it from them. this womans son and husband fight over her ribbon, eventually it is untied and her head just falls off.

i feel so similarly. i feel so detached. i dont recognize myself in the mirror at all, i dont understand how my hands connect to my head and how my body is my own. i dont remember developing, all i remember is the hatred.

i don't remember what colour my ribbon is. i dont remember it and i want to and i'm so desperate to and i can't breathe when i think about it.

when we workshopped rebecca's piece i had to leave the room.

beckam did not steal my ribbon. my brother did not steal my ribbon. maddy did not steal my ribbon. nathan did not steal my ribbon. he did, he did, he did.

he never even touched me, but he fulfilled something so important to me. he appreciated me, but it was all to use me. it was all for some malicious reason that i wished i experienced. i wished he had put his hands on me and taken me home and i wish he had raped me and stolen my ribbon and left me headless in his bed with nothing to breathe for, nothing to think for. i wish he beheaded me and watched my eyes roll back and my arms go slack and watched the last breath escape my lungs.

i wish he had taken me for real, so i had a reason to feel so headless without him.

i walk around with a headless body, disconnected from myself and away from everything. i wonder if i should kill myself, i wonder if i would feel whole in death. he is the last time i felt like i did before i was touched. even though i cant remember it, even though i was probably 4. even though i can't remember a time where i had a head.

i am so far from being whole that i cannot remember what it is like to recognize my skin.

i wonder if he would worship me headless, the way he would when i had my head on my shoulders. i wonder if he would use me again and again and again until i died. i would have let him fuck me to death if it meant feeling whole again.

i'm getting bad again and i can tell. i would never ask for things like this in a clear space. i would never ask for this in may or june or july or august or september.

i wish he would kidnap me and take me away and fuck me til i died so i could lay as a corpse in his bed i wish i could die for him so at least i was worth something. i wish he would put me to sleep and care for me one last time. i wish he would kill me i wish he would kill me i wish he would take my ribbon and give it back and then rip it away again so i remembered how nothing i am without him. i am built on skin and bone but my heart beats for a lost cause.

i am the worst girlfriend in the world.

how can i love him yet wish to die? nathan i'm sorry. i am the worst girlfriend in the world, no angel nor devil just pitiful. i am just pitiful. i am the worst person in the world and i wish i could kiss you without feeling scared of what i'll do when you're gone. everytime you leave it's like a car crash is hurtling towards me. nathan i'm so sorry. nathan i'm so sorry i wish to be raped to death by a man who ruined me before you could even begin to love me. i'm sorry. it feels like betraying you but this is my favorite way to harm myself.

i love harming myself like this, by remembering how dead all my skin is. by remembering how much of my body doesnt belong to me anymore. i wish i didnt.

i think i am crazy. i think something is wrong. everytime i drift too far or stress too much i lose it like this. this isnt normal or okay, at least i can recognize that. it feels so bad to pretend to be normal.

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beyond-abyss · 1 year

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CHAPTER THREE (because I haven't edited chapter 2 and it's not important don't worry about it)

Velkyn had already let the human girl live longer than she deserved, another day past the initial fight, but tonight she would die by his hand. Thanks to the shadow dїmon essence in his veins, Velkyn was as unknowable as the night around him. Creeping through the woods growing atop the drakback, Velkyn avoided waking the strange, glowing creatures that thrived in the branches. He snuck across rope bridges, causing them to quiver less than a light breeze would, and found Noa's quilt-draped abode.

The elves who lived in Distinguished Diumer's community atop a giant dragon-turtle creature had a special way of coaxing trees to grow in peculiar shapes, crafting concave half-homes and covering the rest with tents of quilting. As the two newest tenements, Noa and Velkyn were given new-grown homes and old quilts at opposite ends of the village. It was no secret that the drow wanted the human dead. And so, after only one peaceful day, Velkyn was determined to finish what he'd started in the bar.

Creeping to Noa's quilt-tent, secret boot dagger drawn, Velkyn had only the intake of a breath to decide his course of action as he beheld the assassin who was already poised to stab Noa. With that breath, he cried out, "NO!" loud enough to wake the whole forest, and tackled the fellow knife-wielder to the floor. Noa lurched awake, brown hair wild and brown eyes wilder as Velkyn became locked arm against arm with the would-be assassin. The two youths were both trying to stab one another and block the other's knife in identical actions. The one advantage which tipped the fight? Noa's swift and vicious kick to the assassin's head.

"I had her," Velkyn grumbled as Noa gaped at the unconscious orc girl.

"Was she trying to kill me?" Noa blinked rapidly at her would-be attacker just before screams tore apart the tranquil night. Both drow and human flung open the quilt curtain to take in the battle unfolding in the surrounding treetops. The varied residents of the drakback community were each defeating poorly dressed assassins with the same swiftness as Noa. Precise but brutal blows rendered the attackers unconscious or dead, and just as quickly as it began, it ended.

"What in Hell's latrines just happened?!" Noa yelled, dragging the orc girl out onto the landing of the rope bridge. "Who are these people, where did they come from, and why did they want us dead?!"

As Velkyn followed her out, she turned, confusion pinching her face, and said to the dark-elf, "And why were you in my room?"

Velkyn considered lying, then decided to share the instantaneous decision he'd made. "I was going to kill you in your sleep, but couldn't do that if this kid did it first," he admitted. Noa narrowed her eyes and turned fully to face Velkyn. "Now that I've seen it attempted, I realize that it would be too quick and boring a death for you, Lunnoa."

As the other elvish folk made their rounds checking on each other before coming to Noa and Velkyn, the human girl and drow boy glared at one another in silence. Just before Diumer was in earshot, Noa said, "I'm going to choose to believe it was some kind of dumb luck which saved my life twice in one instant. I will not be so unprepared next time."

Chaos ruled the remaining hours of night as everyone tied up the surviving attackers, and conferred with Diumer about what could be done. Ignoring the commotion, Velkyn sat keeping his own company by a fire, polishing his blade and wondering if it truly had been selfishness that drove him to protect his prey. Or if, in that moment, the horror he had felt seeing a dagger poised above such a helpless victim had snagged at something broken inside himself.

Or perhaps Velkyn refused to be robbed of the satisfaction of killing Noa after all the trouble she'd caused him. No matter why, he had chosen to save her life, on the very night which he had vowed to end it.

"You're a vicious piece of work," the human said, her arms crossed as she emerged from the dark. Noa's insult carried the air of a compliment as she wandered over to stand opposite Velkyn by the fire. "The way you and that assassin countered each other's every move… You've been trained?"

Velkyn stopped polishing his knife. "There's no counter for an idiot's interference, though, no matter how much you've trained."

Noa narrowed her eyes when the elf looked up at her and flashed a false smile. "That day in the bar, your knife hit me in the shoulder. You were aiming for someone else."

"I take it back: not an idiot, just a fool."

"Why does someone as arrogant and obviously silver-spoon-fed as you have the skills of an assassin?"

Velkyn tensed and turned the knife in his hand, pleased by the human's equally tense reaction. "Why don't I tell you my tragic life story while you braid my hair over a cup of tea?" Noa rolled her eyes, but Velkyn kept going, "Or better yet, how about you show me the art of sword swallowing which you so obviously learned in the circus you come from?" He wiggled his knife near the fire. "Here, put this in your throat!"

Noa spat on the ground between them, and Velkyn fell silent. A long pause crackled like the fire pit as Noa opened her mouth, closed it, and opened it again, only for nothing to come out. She turned and marched back into the dark towards Diumer's friends, muttering and kicking moss. Velkyn let his gaze return to the firelight on his blade, wondering why he had saved her.

#A. Sad. Universe

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09.13.22

I don't know how to feel or act anymore. You confuse me so bad.

Yesterday, the 12th nearly the 13th, you texted me saying you had something "silly" to say. We had already unfollowed each other, and all day I resisted looking at your Instagram. You called me out, knowing that I wasn't asleep yet so of course, I had to answer. I'm too weak for you.

You asked to call, what you had to tell me must have been really important and I had already an inkling of what you had to say. I was on a call with the boys and they told me not to do it so I avoided it the most I could. We texted instead. I dogged you on, I tried to be as nonchalant as I could be, and we joked around a bit. I was so scared you were just trying to get me attached again. You gave me life updates. I didn't think we were supposed to do that (but deep inside me I was glad to hear from you and it felt normal).

All of a sudden, you started joking about how you wanted me and that at the ripe age of 15, I was your last straw because you couldn't pull anymore and you didn't want to try for anyone else. I guess the other girl didn't work out, huh? I joked some more. I didn't want to let you back in.

After I hung up with my friends, I gave in to calling you. It was a lot. You told me you were looking for me the whole time you were with the other person (she could never be me, I knew that). I cried, you cried. I told you that you hurt me a lot. You told me that you missed me. You apologized. We joked some more, cried some more, talked it out some more, finally. I still can't let you in. I don't trust you the same anymore.

You told me you kissed her. But it didn't mean anything and you didn't like it. You were going to drop her but she dropped you first so now you're stuck with a dress for the dance you didn't even want to go to in the first place and your date ditched you. It hurt. I feel like a rebound now but at that moment I was so relieved.

The next day, you said a lot of stuff. You flirted a lot. I flirted back because I was so desperate to show you that I missed you. You'd come to senior night for me with flowers and Starbucks, that you would work on yourself to be better for me, and hopefully, this time around your actions are better than your words. We texted some more, I admitted we hurt each other a lot but you hurt me more at this point and you agreed. You don't deserve me, you were being selfish, and I'm too good for you. I know. For a moment, I felt as though our future was going to work out and I could actually wait for you. You gave me so much hope. I'm so soft for you.

We got home and called. You admitted that you still think about the other girl. (Ouch). I told you that's okay, not your fault, it's possible to have feelings for two different people, it's complicated. I understand I didn't give you the right attention at the time but she did and it was just easier for you that way. (you agreed). You said, right now, what we are doing with texting and calling are purely just friends, you can't handle a relationship and I would be stupid to get back to you so quickly. (Agreed). It was hard. I couldn't even get mad at you anymore or sad. Just a tinge of hurt. You said that the whole thing with the other girl didn't mean anything (you lied here). I believed you for the tiniest bit.

I had to go to practice. We texted some more, and I pointed out that I can't just wait for someone who can't give me the same love and attention I give to them, especially if I'm a second choice or rebound. You admitted that you were actually falling for them and you long for them in your future. (This hurt a lot. Why lie to me again and basically promise the whole day you were going to change for me and only me?) You lied again, unfortunately. I saw it coming, fortunately. You told me you also just want me, too, you were willing to be all in if the universe brings us together one day again. I can't keep waiting for that. But I understand it's complicated. I just appreciate not being led on for the whole day and a half because you can't handle being alone.

You confuse me. Do you actually want me? Are you coming back? Will you leave again? Do you mean what you're saying?

You hurt me time and time again yet I can't let you go. My friends are mad about it, I wish to have time to myself and think about this and work it out with you.

I didn't cry today. I almost accepted the fact that you weren't going to be committed to me the whole time and that's okay. I'm so tired. I don't know if I should keep waiting for you. Too many false hopes and none of them look the brightest except for the ones I am delusional about.

I'll give us time before anything. I just don't want to be a second choice, as much as you assured me I wasn't (I was for a couple days), and I didn't want to be a rebound or backup just because I'm so soft for you.

I get everything I want. I attract love, healthiness, happiness, and peace. I will be okay. The universe will take me to be on the best possible path I can be on. Whatever happens, happens and it is all with peace and health and happiness and love in the end.

#sapphic #sad thoughts #words #writers #heartbroken #they came back but i'm not sure if i can trust them #heartache #break up

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zaine-m · 2 years

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July 15th - I always wait way too far into the day and end up posting these at like 12 am. I'll try working on it for the next episode. I'm pretty excited to start the seconds season, It means we're getting closer to the release of season 3.

Previous -- next

Season 2 Episode 1: "New Year's Eve" thoughts under cut:

Okay, big recap

I love how Caswen has seen each other shirtless

Right, the Yac thing with Nini, why did she get into that?

Jenn asks Carlos if Gina and the dancers are good then she answers

Are you Kourtney, or are you going to put Nini first again?

Okay, I was watching Zombies 3 earlier today and all the group dances looks so weird there but here they look so natural. I guess t's because here they're filming a music video, not hunting aliens

Ahh, Portwell's first couple moment!

Gina's dance moment ♥️

"We'll never break apart"... sure

Is it Gina or Nini who says "I'm gonna make my mark" I've seen lyric websites say it's Nini but in the video it's pretty clearly Gina

I found it kinda weird how they had Ricky hold the camera at the end when Nini's still supposed to be the main character. I guess it foreshadows Nini not being the man character anymore

Why does Carlos never invite people to his house

Ricky being so happy about getting back with Nini. Perhaps to an unhealthy extent

Nini, Ricky is trying to have a healthy relationship wit good communications and you're just hiding huge secrets

Why is Kourtney always the first to know when someone's coming or leaving

Expand your friend circle Kourtney

The way Gina quiets herself after she gets excited, who hurt you

Also her hair <3

Ashina holding each other really close (I like to jus ignore that Ashlyn has a boyfriend)

So the fire thing being revealed just didn't have any effect on the story, cool

Mike is just trying his best

Someone give Ricky a hug

Nini, tell him that you're leaving, stop procrastinating, i'll just hurt him more

The way that Nini is constantly compared to Ricky's mom is kinda Freudian

Nini, you've gotta fucking tell him, it's only gonna get worse from here

"You're my home" go to therapy

"The Ricky and Nini of North High" Why does she project onto the students so much

I love how at this point the viewers are just used to the teacher hanging out with a student outside of school

Okay, Miss Jenn was the lead in every play? This creates so many questions about her character. The whole "Bet on the underdog" thing made me think that she ever get the lead. But she was he girl who was always the lead??

Also Lacrosse players. Eww

You're high school exes, why is she being so bitter. Of course he would dump her when they went to different universities

Does miss Jenn really not know about that award? They act like it's pretty common knowledge

The way Ricky thinks his relationship with Nini is reliant on the musical. Someone get this boy some therapy

"I need to count on myself instead" The importance of this line!

I love how intense he's being with the dance. He's really giving his all

"Don't whatever me loverboy"

The way the writers wanted tension for the kiss but they already had them kiss once so they just gave that bullshit excuse

Did they just decide in this episode that Big Red's parent's have a pizza place

Not the throb 😭

Then they also decided that Carlos is rich. I feel like they should get better at planning ahead of time

The look they give Carlos when he says the "confident enough to dress comfortably" line

Everyone already knows the musical Carlos

"I'm Mexican and gay. This is my inside voice"

Kourtney directly tells Seb what the game is and he still gets it wrong

I think this might be the last time the waterpolo guys are mentioned

"That's actually really sweet" then they go back to insulting each other. The sibling vibes

Carlos is trying so hard to keep the secret

Ricky is so fucking excited about the musical. Why do they get him happy just to give him that much higher to fall from

I love how the drama department revolves around whatever quarter-life crisis she's having that week

EJ being way too confident about going to duke

"I lost track of the air quotes"

Wait, Seb is most thankful of his cows and not Carlos. He chose his cows over his boyfriend

The awkward silence

Kourtney immediately knowing who it is

"I'm Ashlyn. I like to know what's happening in my life"

Noo, EJ accidently making Big Red insecure about the perfume and getting in the way of Redlyn

"You know facial blindness. I have that but with emotion. I mean, I also have facial blindness" Autistic mood

"It's probably nothing" Talk about it Ricky

Ashina Singing!!!!

That screaming scrunched up face Ricky does when he sings, why does he do that? Is that just a thing the actor does?

Portwell having a moment in the midnight countdown

Miss Jenn cutting her hair after running into her ex is a mood

An american classic that's set in France lol

"The most important award in theater" that she didn't know about this morning

Miss Jenn, tone down your projection

Why is everyone assuming Nini will get the lead, like wtf why is she such a main character

Again Nini why did you announce that as publicly as possible at the worst time as possible

#hsmtmts #hsmtmts watch through #hsmtmts season 2

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"I like it, Picasso" fanfictions, 100/10 would read again (this list will be on constant edit mode): (MAKING A SECOND LIST BECAUSE I'M AT MAX LINKS ON THIS ONE)

Ps. (*)=angst, (**)=smut

SARAH PAULSON STORIES

AMERICAN HORROR STORY

Billie Dean Howard

Mirror, mirror**

In dusty pink silk**

Where eyes can’t pry our kisses

Addicted to the way we love**

The silver moon loves you as I do

Hurt me once

The Weeping Angel

Don’t ask me what could have been*

Where eyes can’t pry our kisses

An Ocean Away

Love you for a long time (series) (1), (2), (3), (4)**, (5)**, (6), (7)

my racing hands down your hips**

last of the true believers**

you found this, you need this

as long as you are with me, there’s no place i’d rather be

happy new year, my love

you’re my lobster

mind is just as frail as it’s frame, you know i’d leave it alone*(sad ending)

praise me**

make you scream**

corruption**

Lana Winters

love slipped beyond your reaches

i’ll always carry you

Cordelia Goode

Your night with Cordelia

A Winter Surprise, Part 2**

And your touch burns in the light of the morning**

Loving Blind**

Into the light (I’ll hold you)*

Flower’s bleed pink under the setting sun

Sisters under the sun

Hold me into the new dawn

Playing with fire

Guide my shaking hands until they still

you’re my jewel (1), (2)

can the city forgive?

remembering is her favorite pastime

baby, heaven’s in your eyes**

when i fell you were there, with your hands in the air

the morning after nye

make it taste like love**

you make me feel like a teenager in love

You are loved**

drunk in love

you’ll get sick

her reflection**

Bette and Dot Tattler

Sally McKenna

Footsteps leave echoes in the sand*

Greiving for something not lost*

you made your mark on me

Audrey Tindall

so inviting, i almost jump in

i missed you

Ally Mayfair-Richards

Six

The forest is calling and I must go

It comes and goes in waves

friday i’m in love

eyes full of stars

i only want you

I’ll shut you up

Wilhemina Venable

I thought I’d killed you

What a Year

Count**

In sleep and in dreams you are mine

Light shines from within the cracks of gold

I dont know my name (1), (2), (3)*

and all the pieces fall right into place**

i felt forever when i laid upon your chest

i will see you right

the girl in the dress cried the whole way home.

you’re my religion

drawing hearts in the byline

the future isn’t worth its weight in gold (1), (2), (3)

I know that you never sleep

I do care about you

Tuberculosis Karen

Mamie Eisenhower

AMERICAN CRIME STORY

Marcia Clark

Linda Tripp

RUN 2020

Diane Sherman

RATCHED 2020

Mildred Ratched

somewhere between desperate and divine**

OCEAN'S 8

Tammy

STUDIO 60 ON A SUNSET STRIP

Harriet Hayes

MRS. AMERICA

Alice McCray

GLASS

Ellie Staple

THE GOLDFINCH

Xandra with an X

“Show me”**

CAROL

Abby Gerhard

MULTI CHARACTER

Three’s not a crowd, especially when it’s us (Cordelia Goode x Reader x Wilhemina Venable) (1), (2), (3), (4)**, (5)*

i’m burning (Billie dean Howard x reader x Xandra)(1), (2)**

stay awake, wait for me (series) (Billie Dean Howard x Reader x Cordelia Goode) (1), (2)**, (3), (4)**

the altar is my hips** (Billie Dean Howard x Reader x Audrey Tindall)

‘tis the damn season (Ally x Reader x Cordelia)

the pleasure’s all mine (Wilhemina Venable x reader x Mildred ratched

IMPORTANT NOTE: These stories are NOT WRITTEN BY ME. I simply do not have the creativity and skills to write such masterpieces. Credits to their lovely and respective authors! Thank you so much for writing these! <3 PLEASE GO SUPPORT THEM WITH PROVIDED LINKS!

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aboutapeachparty · 3 years

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Stray Kids | bringing your child to the doctor for the first time

reaction | hyung line

genre ➸ romance, fluff, husband & dad! au

disclaimer ➸ This is a work of fiction. I don't own any famous character(s) - like idols - and my writings are in no way meant to show these people’s real nature and/or offend them in any way.

chan.

You have just been out of town because you and your friends agreed to go on a little girl trip. You have been very busy with motherhood since you and Chan had your baby girl. Your friends were last for a long time. But for your birthday they gave you a weekend at a spa and you were really looking forward to it. But it was also the first weekend for Chan alone with your daughter. And that night the little girl got a fever. High fever. At first, Chan thought that she couldn't sleep because you weren't there. After all, she was most used to you. But her face grew redder and redder and her body glowed. "Do you have a fever?" Chan stood in front of her bed in a panic and talked more to himself because the little girl just cried more and more. "Okay, where was the temperature monitor?" He would love to call you, but he didn't want to ruin your weekend. When he looked in the corner, he saw a box on the shelf that was labeled "Medicines". Immediately he ran over there and rummaged around and found something. "Thank God your mother is a neat freak," he said with a grin and went to his daughter with the temperature monitor. And as he had feared, she had a fever. The display read 39.5 degrees Celsius, but Chan couldn't do anything with it. Was it high or just increased? When does a baby have a fever? Slowly he panicked and didn't quite know what to do anymore. His daughter kept screaming loudly and he couldn't just leave her here. "Okay, come to Daddy," he said then gently and put his girl over his shoulder. But she didn't calm down. He picked up his phone and looked for the symptoms and found that this temperature is relatively high for a 6-month-old child and immediately decides to take her to the hospital. He dressed his daughter even when she was hot because he was still afraid that she would catch a cold. But that makes her scream even louder. She was hot from the fever and the jacket didn't make it any better. He took it off again and tried to put her in the child car seat.

"Hold on. We're going to the hospital in a moment." He tried to calm her down, but the little girl was too sick to notice her daddy. Chan drove off and he was glad that the nearest pediatric hospital was close by. After parking, he grabbed his daughter, held her tight to his chest, and ran. "I need a pediatrician, right now!" Chan was out of breath when he arrived at the reception and the receptionist looked at him in surprise but smiled gently when she saw his daughter. She was quiet now because she was so exhausted. She tried to cry now and then and to cling to her father, but she was already very weak. After all, she hadn't slept in hours and the fever was exhausting her. "Oh dear, is she sick?" Asked the woman and smiled. "She has a high fever. I read on the Internet that it is dangerous and I don't know ... my wife is not there and ... What do you do when a baby has a fever?" Chan was in a panic and hoped to be able to help his daughter soon. The woman nodded gently and smiled. "Everything is fine. I'll call a pediatrician right away." Chan thanked her and stood aside. Again and again, he stroked his daughter's back gently and hummed something to her. The girl became calmer, but she kept whimpering. Chan saw how exhausted she was, but she still fought so hard. "Christopher Bang?" He heard a voice and immediately turned around. A doctor had come and Chan immediately approached him. "My daughter, she has a high fever," he said immediately and the doctor immediately looked at his girl. But he could see right away that it wasn't anything serious. "At first, come in," he said with a soft smile and led the two of them into the practice. The pediatrician examined the child and he quickly came to his conclusion. "Fever is relatively normal for children. It can happen sometimes. It doesn't seem serious. She now needs special care and attention, bed rest and let the child drink about every half hour." The doctor smiled and Chan took his daughter back onto his lap. "Not more?" He was quite surprised. "It's all good. But please don't wrap your daughter so tightly in warm clothes." The doctor pointed to the jacket that Chan also had in his hand. "Oh, I didn't know ..." Chan was completely mistaken, that was all quite a lot. "The first child?" Asked the pediatrician and Chan nodded. "You learn with time. Everything is fine, but if the fever persists, just come back tomorrow." "Thank you, doctor," said Chan and let out a sigh of relief. Then he said goodbye and went out of the room. "Mummy will be proud of us when she comes home that we did it so well," said Chan and kissed his daughter on the hot forehead, who slowly closed her eyes.

minho.

"Y/N." Minho came into the bedroom with your daughter in his arms and looked at you seriously. "Mhmm?" You actually wanted your peace and quiet because your day was incredibly stressful. All-day you had been waiting to watch your favorite series and were glad that Minho put your daughter to bed. "We have to take her to the hospital. Her rash is getting bigger and bigger." "It's not serious," you say and look at Minho, shaking your head. Then you look back to the television and turn up the volume. "Can't you stand behind us? Our daughter is sick!" Minho looked at you in disbelief and didn't believe how indifferent you could be. But the truth was, your girl had rashes many times, and you've told Minho a hundred times not to worry. "Good, then take her to the hospital," you say with a shrug and make yourself comfortable in bed again. "Unbelievable," said Minho with a sigh and walked out of the bedroom. He was always very overprotective with his daughter. So he drove off and rushed to the hospital. When Minho arrived at the hospital, he was immediately sent to the nearest pediatrician. Probably more because he caused stress to the whole workforce. But after a short examination, the pediatrician was able to give him a diagnosis. "She has no fever and the rash seems to have subsided again. I'll prescribe an ointment for her and it should be fine again." The doctor started to write something on a pad, but Minho was not satisfied with it. "Just a rash? Look at it? Look how red it is." Minho pointed to the red spots on his daughter. "Yes, that happens a lot with toddlers." The doctor smiled but Minho immediately dressed his daughter and pulled her to him. "Have you even studied? Are you a doctor at all?" Minho was a little too worried about his daughter. That was exactly why you didn't come with them. "Excuse me?" The pediatrician was really perplexed by the cheeky answer. But Minho already had his daughter in his arms and ran out of the room. He had to find another solution, but it was quite late now. Then it occurred to him that his cousin, whom he didn't like, was also a doctor. Actually, he avoided him, because his mother always wanted him to send his daughter to him and he thought that he was annoying. But now his daughter's health was more important. After a long phone call, Minho persuaded his cousin that he could come over with his daughter. However, he reluctantly agreed. "I know I called you late at night and threatened to kill your dog, but thanks for coming," Minho said and walked into the apartment. "It's not like a doctor needs sleep," said Minoh's cousin annoyed, and sat down on the sofa. "She has a rash and the idiot in the hospital said it is nothing." Minho gently removed his daughter's shirt to show his cousin the rash. He examined everything, took her temperature, and listened to her breathing. But he had to say the same as the doctor said in the hospital. "She has a harmless rash. Many children of that age have that." The cousin could no more determine. "I knew you were an idiot," said Minho, taking his daughter back. His cousin sighed but was too tired to say anything. Minho immediately ran out of the apartment and got back in the car with his daughter. Even though he was angry that no one was taking his baby's symptoms seriously, he decided to go home. "How was it?" You ask when they were back in your bedroom. "The doctor was an idiot, then I went to my idiot cousin, but he's an idiot too," Minho said defiantly, looking at your daughter. "You were with your cousin?" You ask him with a laugh. "Biggest mistake of my life. He will accuse me of that until his death." Minho rolled his eyes and leaned back into the bed. After all, he was pretty tired after the whole tour. "You're a good dad," you say with a smile and give him a kiss. Then you grab a cream from your drawer and start applying it on your daughter's rash. "Look, that helps her," you say and look at your daughter, who is now fast asleep. But when you don't hear any more reaction, you look over at Minho and see that he was asleep too.

changbin.

"Daddyyyyyyyy." Changbin heard his son crying from his room. It was still early in the morning and actually, he was usually still sleeping at that time. "What's wrong?" He asked when he saw him come into the kitchen. The little boy had glassy eyes. "Ouch." The boy pointed in his mouth and Changbin crouched down to take a closer look. "Oh, it's all red." He felt his son's neck and found that it was completely swollen. "It hurts so much, Daddy," said the boy and started to sob. He wiped away his tears with the palm of his hand and tried to be brave. "Well, let's call Mummy then." To be honest, Changbin didn't know what to do. So he immediately picked up his phone to call you. But you've already been to work and in an important meeting. So you couldn't answer immediately. In the meantime, your son sat on the floor and cried silently. He held his small hands to his neck and he looked at the floor. Changbin looked at him and took a deep breath. "Good. She's got the pediatrician's number somewhere here." Changbin went through the apartment and searched everything. "Daddyyyyy," the little boy continued whimpering. Changbin was starting to get stressed and he knew he had to react quickly. "Yes, yes. Daddy is already looking for a solution." He looks desperately through the apartment, but then there was a glimmer of hope. There was a note on the refrigerator that said "Emergency". Immediately he went up to it and could already see the number from the pediatrician. "Yes, this is it," he said happily and immediately typed the number. "Daddyyyyyy," the boy continued to whimper, and Changbin sat down with him and let his head rest on his lap. He continued to cry softly and Changbin gently stroked his back. "Practice Doctor Yen." A female voice answered. "Hello, my son is in pain and has a red throat. Do you still have an appointment?" Changbin found himself using his rapper voice and talking way too fast. "Yes, of course, you can come over right now," said the woman kindly and Changbin breathed a sigh of relief. After he hung up, he looked at his son. "We'll get you dressed now and then we'll go to the doctor," Changbin said quietly, but the little boy didn't want that. "No doctor," he said and cried even more. "But you are in pain and the doctor will help you," he tried to explain. "But the doctor stings," said the little boy, sobbing again. "No, he doesn't sting. You won't get a vaccination. He just looks into your mouth," Changbin told his son and gave him an encouraging smile. The boy nodded and so the two were ready to go to the doctor. Changbin became more and more nervous along the way. He wrote you a message so you would know and hoped that he would manage it all. At the doctor's, the little boy was almost braver than his father. While Changbin almost fell off his chair because of his nervousness, his son was very calm when the doctor examined him. "His tonsils are swollen and sore. I'll prescribe something and everything should be fine." The pediatrician smiled and stroked the child's head. The little boy smiled, and Changbin was so proud of him that he was so brave. Almost braver than himself. "And because you were so good, there is a reward," said the doctor and took something out. "LOLLIPOP!" The boy yelled excitedly, his eyes sparkling when he saw the candy. "It's for you." The pediatrician handed him the lollipop and the little boy grinned. As if his pain was completely forgotten and Changbin was just glad that everything went well.

masterlist.

#stray kids #stray kids reaction #stray kids reactions #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #skz #skz reaction #skz reactions #minho #lee know #bang chan #changbin #stray kids hyung line #lee know fluff #bang chan fluff #changbin fluff

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