#and my head feels a tad weird. is that a symptom or a cause? i will investigate further and gather more clues [<- will wait for it to go

[keeps-ache]

i should learn to make hash browns

[mochinomnoms]

original request jade leech x gn!reader [tags] – fluff, suggestive [cw] - a tad more explicit compared to the last ones [wc} – 2,875 prompt 18: “Is this normal here?” “Only for the emotionally unavailable folk.” “Ah, so it is.” note - i think i blacked out and woke up to this. jade is just so, aaaaaa!!! a floral inconvenience

Teonanácatl mushroom – In Nahuatl, teonanácatl can be translated to “flesh of the gods” and were sometimes used by the Aztecs as a hallucinogen and aphrodisiac.

Despite your best efforts to not say anything, to not complain, to not even give a hint of what was bothering you, it was obvious to everyone that you had the hanahaki. 

It was even more obvious who for, considering you were sprouting up bell-shaped brown capped mushrooms instead of the traditional flowers. 

Of course Jade’s favorite mushroom would be one of the psychedelic ones. Of course, you had to accidentally swallow a piece of one when spitting them out. 

You could’ve dealt with that, honestly. Strange visions? Check, you got them leading up to every overblot. Distorted vision? Fine, you know Ace’s messed with your vision once or twice while practicing spells. Even the weird sensations every touch, breeze, and vibration in the air caused were somewhat bearable. The magic that seemed to consume the surrounding air made your skin tingle weirdly, you could deal.  

What you couldn’t deal with, was how horny they apparently made you feel. Without fail, depending on how much of the mushrooms you managed to swallow before spitting the majority of them out, five to ten minutes you’d feel the effects. 

Paired with the psychedelic effects, it was torture. You were overstimulated and on edge constantly. Even without the weird trips, the mushrooms were apparently a potent aphrodisiac.

It left you squirming as Jade, the current bane of your existence, stared at you from across the flight field.

Thankfully, none had come out from your throat today, so you were present and alert for once this week. 

“You know Prefect,” Azul spoke up, sitting next to you as the two of you sat out of flight class. You, due to your condition, and him for falling 10-feet off his broom. 

“The flower sickness is quite an easy fix, have you not visited the nurse yet?” 

You shook your head, watching Floyd hang upside down on his broom, screeching as Jack and Silver attempted to ease him into a soft landing. You snorted as the foot that was hooking him to the broom slipped, making him fall on top of Jack. 

“Nah, it’s fine, I don’t think she could deal with the constant lucid trips, last I went she just told me to get this potion for my symptoms, but they’re all flower based!”

Azul raised a brow as he watched you lay on the grass and stretch your limbs until you resembled something of like a starfish. 

You groaned, “They all account for like petals, thorns, or pollen messing with your immune system, but not for fungus and spores… I need to just straight up get rid of them.”

“May I offer some advice—”

“For your prices? No the fuck you may not—”

“—as a mutual friend between you and Jade?” You shut your mouth at the mention of the teal-haired man while Azul continued. “The best and quickest fix is to just tell him your true feelings. It’s the one true, guaranteed cure to your sickness.”

“You say that like you're familiar with it.” If you noticed the tips of Azul’s ears turn purple, you didn’t say anything. “Is it really that normal here?”

Azul scoffed, giving you a wry smile. “It’s only for the emotionally unavailable sort of folk.” 

“Ah, so at this school, it most definitely is.”

The two of you chuckled while Floyd stomped over to your resting spot, visibly limping. 

“Maaaaaan this sucks!” The twin threw himself over Azul, who buckled to the ground under Floyd’s weight. 

“Ow! Floyd!”

“Coach Lobster says I sprained my ankle and can’t go to basketball club later!” Floyd whined, wrapping his lanky body around Azul, who was less than amused. 

“I’ll be stuck at the dorm, I don’t wanna deal with a whiny Jade!”

He turned his attention to you, sneering. “Hey Shrimpy! Go fix whatever ya did to make Jade upset! He’s been acting like a lovesick brat since ya stopped talkin’ to him, it’s gettin’ real old.” 

You scoffed, “I didn’t do anything! And why’s everyone acting like we’re a couple? We’re just friends, sometimes friends don’t talk for a bit!”

“Friends?!” Azul hissed, eye twitching as he gave you an incredulous look. “Some ‘friends’ you are. Based on the sounds I hear coming out of his room late at night, I highly doubt that.”

“We’re friends with benefits!” you cried out, looking behind you to see if anyone noticed or heard your outburst. As you did, Azul and Floyd shared a confused look. 

“Friends with…benefits?” Azul asked. 

Floyd nodded, also questioning your words. “What’s that?”

Despite your best efforts to explain the concept, the two couldn’t comprehend the idea of casual intimacy with an acquaintance or friend. Apparently it was a strictly human concept, as Floyd put it: “Why’d you wanna do that with someone other than a mate? Merfolk aren’t built like that!”

You left class with more questions than answers. Questions you probably could’ve had answered if you spoke with Jade. It didn’t help that Azul and Floyd kept giving you concerned looks as they quietly spoke with Jade, who kept glancing at you with a neutral expression.

Mostly neutral, his brows were furrowed as he spoke with his brother and friend. 

Oh well, a little mystery never hurt no one!

Stomping over to the Mostro Lounge, you kept looking over your shoulder for Jade. Even with everything Azul and Floyd said, you weren’t mentally prepared for a conversation with him. 

You’re sure that when Azul asked you to come to his V.I.P. Room, it was for some ruse to get you and Jade together. But he also mentioned you taking up extra shifts at the bar, and you were always in need of a little extra cash. 

However, that would be more interaction with Jade, and you’d rather deal with another bad shroom trip than confront any of your feelings for him. But…money.

“Hey! You!” You tapped the shoulder of one of the lounge employees, who recognized and greeted you with a smile. 

“Ah! Prefect!” The purple-haired man smiled. “Azul said he was expecting you! Go right ahead to his office.”

“Thanks!” Walking through the lounge into the hallway leading to the private rooms and Azul’s office, the eerie silence was unsettling. 

Usually there’d be at least a few employees walking around, either serving food to one of the reservable rooms or checking in with their housewarden. Even passing the employee lounge made you uneasy, as no one was there despite the lack of dinner rush. 

You did make it to Azul’s office with little issue, knocking on the door as you announced, “I’m ‘ere, Azul! Can I come in? 

You received no answer. Apprehensively you opened the door, surprised to find it empty. Entering and closing the door behind you, you decided to be nosy and look at what Azul had on his desk while you waited. 

He was probably here recently, based on the cup of tea on his desk. The door opened up behind you, so you turned to greet Azul with a wave and smile before freezing. 

Really, you should’ve known better than to trust Azul to mind his own business. You curled in on yourself as Jade entered the office, a pleasant smile on his lips he locked the door behind him. 

You decided that nonchalant and cool was the best approach in this situation. 

You greeted Jade in a polite, monotone voice. “Leech.”

“My, my, Prefect. So cold.” Jade gave you a sad look as he pursed his lips. “We haven’t spoken since our trip two weeks ago, was my company so terrible that it warrants your avoidance?”

His tall frame towered over you as he stalked closer and closer, forcing you backwards until your back hit the desk. You could hear the tea cup and saucer clink as you did. Jade placed his hands on either side of your hips, effectively trapping you against Azul’s desk. 

“W-well, I’ve been busy—

“Why, I’ve been absolutely beside myself! We had such a wonderful time camping out those two evenings that I'm left wondering if I did something wrong.” 

Jade softly spoke, a mischievous gleam in his gold eye as he leaned down to coo in your ear, “Especially since you, oh, so enjoyed my tongue in your—”

You decided that nonchalant and cool was actually not the best approach, based on the numerous mushrooms popping up from your skin and in your mouth. 

Jade whipped his head back, rubbing his chin from where the mushroom smacked into him while popping up at the crook between your chin and neck. 

He grinned as more and more bell-capped mushrooms sprouted down your exposed arms and neck, even along your head as they fashioned into a mushroom crown. 

You froze, then started hacking as too many mushrooms filled and fell out of your mouth, though you could feel yourself swallow some on instinct. “Shitshitshit, I ate some, oooooh fuck me—”

“I did two weeks ago, you seemed to enjoy it—”

“Shut up! You know that's not what I meant!” You groaned, rubbing your face as Jade leaned back in to place his hands on your hips, rubbing small circles. 

“Heh-heh, I know. You must forgive me my dear, you are entirely too easy to rile up.” He grabbed your hands so that Jade could make eye contact with you, smiling a bit softer at your red face. 

“It’s your fault you know!” You huffed, frowning (or pouting in Jade’s vision) up at him. “You and your stupid mushrooms…”

“Oh? I beg to differ.” You yelped as Jade lifted you like a rag doll and sat you on the desk. At this angle, Jade didn’t need to strain his neck as much to lean down. 

“I’d argue that this entirely your own doing. After all, nothing was preventing you from speaking to me other than your own ego.” 

“That’s not—” you angrily huffed, half-heartedly shoving Jade. “That’s NOT it and you know it.”

The eel mer frowned, a rare annoyed expression on his features. He took a deep breath, reaching for your hands to softly and tenderly draw circles into your palm. Jade tended to do this when his mind was full of thoughts, tracing random shapes into your skin. 

He was especially fond of doing so after your late night meet ups: bare bodies flush against one another in an afterglow as he lulled you to sleep with sweet words, tracing out his name and hearts against your back. 

If you thought too much into it, sometimes you think he was tracing your first name with his last, usually done after a particularly rough night. 

You didn’t want to think too much into it though, all those nights. Jade was simply indulging your soft heart. 

“I don’t, actually. Can you imagine my ire when my beloved partner not only started sprouting psilocybe mexicana, but it was from hanahaki. Do you know the implications of that to me?”

“Look, I’m sorry that I’m sooooo emotional and am ruining your ‘cool’ and ‘intimidating’ reputation!” You cried out, pushing his hands off of yours to cross them, looking to the side.

“I didn’t mean for my feelings to get so out of control. The first rule to being friends-with-benefits is to not catch feelings, and I broke it.”

You shrugged as you continued.

“I had them before, but I thought that if we just got involved casually, I’d get over them eventually…it’s not my fault you talk and act so sappy…like you want me to fall more in love or something…” 

Jade was silent, which in itself wasn’t unusual for him. What was, was the troubled, nearly distraught look on his face. You’d be annoyed at how pretty he still was if the expression didn’t freak you out. 

“Most likely because I was under the impression that we were courting. You are aware that I have been addressing you as my mate for several months now, yes?”

Time froze, though it might have been the effects of the mushrooms starting to hit. Or a combination of the shrooms and your brain trying to process the words that just left Jade’s mouth. 

Mate. Floyd called you his brother’s mate. He’s actually been calling you his mate.

“What?” You squeaked out, voice meek and tiny. “Mate? Like, your partner-type mate? Like, this is the person I’m marrying-type mate?”

Jade let out a chuckle, cutting the distance between you until his face was right up to yours. 

Startled, you grasped on the lapels of his uniform, trying to steady yourself as you leaned back. Jade’s arms were splayed on the table as he once again trapped you against the desk. 

Though this time, intentionally you’re sure, he settled himself between your legs as you, subconsciously mind you, loosely wrapped your legs around his hips. 

Jade smirked as he watched you cough out another handful of mushrooms, though he was disappointed to see none were bitten this time around. 

“Allow me to, how do you humans say? Ah, yes, open your eyes to the situation.” 

Jade grabbed your chin, forcing you to make eye contact with his stern gaze. “I do not involve myself with other people to such an…intimate extent casually, especially as a merperson.”

“This thing you call ‘friends with benefits’? As a concept it’s entirely human. Merfolk? If we see something, if we like it, then we make it ours and you?” 

Jade chuckled, leaning down and taking your earlobe into his sharp teeth. 

“Little human~” he purred. “I made you mine the moment we blessed my bed with your sweet cries.”

You shivered from the points of his teeth as he tugged, sighing as he let go, up until his lips met your pulse point at the crook of your neck, suckling down. You could feel his pleased hum vibrate through your spine as you mewled in response. 

Heat pooled in your belly while your skin felt like it was simultaneously on fire and freezing, though you couldn’t be sure if it was the effects of the mushroom or Jade. 

“J-Jade, stooOOoOop i-it,” despite your protests, you tilted your head to offer the rest of you like a present, little gasps escaping your lips as his lips trailed down, following the mushrooms that adorned your clavicle. 

“What if Azul o-or your—o-ooh fuck—or your brother walk in?”

Jade leaned back with a closed mouth smile, admiring the red marks adorning your neck. 

“Let them, so that every time you forget what you are and what you mean to me, the image of my mate bent over this desk is burned through their heads, so that it implores them to remind you of what you are.”

Pushing you until you laid flat on your back, Jade hovered over you with a grin and beheld your flushed face. 

You slid your hands from his chest to loop around his neck, bringing Jade down to meet your lips before he stopped. 

You furrowed your eyebrows at him, eyes widening as he stuck his tongue out to reveal a singular mushroom. He must have hidden it under his tongue after swiping it from your neck earlier.

“Wait, Jade!” You gasped as he bit and swallowed the fungus. “It’s a psychedelic—”

“And an aphrodisiac, I’m aware.” He hummed, a pleased look on his face.

“Land flora is so fascinating, I’d hoped to introduce this one to you over the summer, to experience it together, back home in a nice, private little grotto.”

Jade pressed his lips to yours, surprisingly gently, as you returned it with a growing intensity. His right hand reached up between your embrace to undo the buttons of your shirt. 

“Oh well, I suppose we can share an experience here. Isn’t the thought of someone walking in exhilarating?”

Once your shirt was open, and your chest exposed, Jade took the tips of his fingers between his teeth and yanked his pristine white glove off. He trailed his exposed hand, starting with a squeeze at the base of your neck, and slowly gliding down. 

His pupils were slowly blowing out as the effects of the mushroom started to take hold, his breath increasing as you grew more and more needy from the aphrodisiac. 

“Jade, please~” you tried again to yank him down for another kiss, this time succeeding as your lips clashed against one another. 

“Jade…I need…” 

“Shhh. I got you.” Jaed cooed, hips grounding against yours as your kiss intensified. “I got you Y/N, my little human, my pearl, my mate—”

“Hey Jade, are you two almost done talking, I’d like my office back—ACK!” Azul shrieked at the sight of you two over his desk, Floyd popping his head out from around the now open door. 

“Hmm? Ewwwww!” Floyd made gagging sounds as you quickly redressed yourself, Jade looking amused at the situation.

“You’re supposed to talk it out, not get it on! Go somewhere else! It’s bad enough that I can hear you through the walls, you’re like three rooms down from mine!”

Jade let out a chuckle, wrapping his hand around your waist once you were up and buttoned up. 

“Of course, I wouldn’t want to bother you. Come, my pearl.” You were dragged out of the room, wincing at the other two with an apologetic look. 

You apparent ‘mate’ was guiding you to the exit of the lounge, to the direction of the pools. 

As he leaned down to whisper into your ear, you could feel his grip tighten on your hip, causing a pleasurable buzz to crawl up your body, your lucid high growing stronger. 

“Why don’t we see how my merform handles the mushrooms, and then see how you can handle me, hmm?”

[r0zyp0zy0zy]

✾A.J.- Like a Teen Again?☼✶

Master list

Words: 2968

Warnings: masturbation, overstim, bit o’ begging, smut

Pairing: Amajiki Tamaki x FEM!reader

Summary: Tamaki gets hit with some sort of mood enhancement quirk, and it’s effects are questionable 

===NSFW BELOW THE CUT===

You weren't totally caught up on Tamaki's situation, but you did know his predicament revolved around a mood type quirk. You didn't know what to expect when you arrived at the hospital he was in. Apparently he was in great physical condition, which didn't really shock you. It also didn't shock you when Tamaki was leaning his forehead against the hospital wall, and you had to reassure the nurses that this was normal.

He was let out soon after you arrived, and the doctor filled in more of the details.

"This quirk isn't powerful," the doctor explained, "Just enhances Amajiki-kun's emotions; his moods are that of a fifteen year-old boy, basically."

You nodded along, not worrying too much about Tamaki. He would just be a bit more nervous and worrisome than usual; he'd have to take a few days off to recuperate. The doctor prescribed some medication if it got really bad.

"—typical teens have sudden waves of depression, so if he shows any serious symptoms he should take one of these in the morning. You shouldn't need to use them, but it's better to be safe than sorry," the doctor smiled, handing you a small vile of what you assumed to be anti-depressants.

You thanked the doctor, and Tamaki just gave a stiff nod as he followed you out of the building.

"I-I don't feel particularly different..." Tamaki stuttered, curling his pinky with yours.

"You just seem a bit off, is all," you flashed him a smile.

"Uh- hn," he stammered, his face flushing a bright pink. You didn't think much of it when you hopped into the car with Tamaki, but you did have to help him with his seatbelt because his hands were shaking.

"Why are you so shaky, Tami?" You placed your hand on his, and his eyes widened and he seemed to freeze.

"—uh, um. Ghn," Tamaki sputtered, his cheeks becoming impossibly redder. "S-so... so... you're so hot!"

Your jaw hit the floor, and you analyzed his terrified expression. He didn't mean to say that, you realized. Was he.. really like a teenage boy right now?

"I- oh my g-god. I didn't- I, I'm so sorry," Tamaki whimpered quietly, tears forming in his eyes.

"Oh butterfly, don't cry!" You leaned forward and cupped his face in your hands. "It's ok for you to say that, I'm your girlfriend, bub."

You bit your lip trying to think of what Tamaki was like in his first year of UA. How should you comfort him? Has he always been like this?

"O-ok," he gulped, wiping away his tears.

He was silent the rest of the way home, staring out of the window and probably overthinking what he did two minutes ago. His cape surrounded him like a blanket, and his face was hidden in his hood. Damn, was he really like this all the time? You wondered.

Tamaki practically ran out of the car when you finally got to the apartment, hardly waiting for you as he strode up the stairs to your guys' room. You caught up to him a few moments later, and he stood at the door waiting for you to unlock it.

"I would ask 'what has gotten into you?', but I already know," you said as you let him in.

"Y-you do?!" Tamaki sweat dropped, and he looked as though he was going to faint.

"Tami," you deadpanned, hanging up your coat, "not twenty minutes ago did the doctor explain to me your state of mind."

"Oh, r-right," Tamaki whispered, scratching the back of his neck. "I-I'll just be in o-our room."

You watched, flabbergasted, as he disappeared into your room, not quite closing the door behind him. Aaaalrighty then.

After you started prepping dinner, you realized that you probably shouldn't leave Tamaki alone for too long, incase something happened. You quickly finished chopping the carrots, and put down the knife. You hung up your apron and opened the door to your room a crack. Your eyes nearly popped out of your skull; there Tamaki was in all his glory, hero outfit stripped to the floor, sprawled out on the bed with his hand on his cock.

"B-bunny~ p-please, oh you feel so good," he whimpered, eyes scrunched tightly shut.

Oh. Now this was a rare sight. Tamaki was usually very careful to not masturbate with you in the house, fearing that you would be disappointed that he didn't just come to you instead, (Only when you walked in on him and he started crying did you realize how he felt; integrating mutual masturbation into your sex life made him feel better about doing it).

"Oh fuck, y/n," Tamaki stumbled, his toes curling. "S-so good~ your hands— so.. good."

You couldn't help but walk in and close the door behind you. The sound of your arrival startled Tamaki, and his face reddened yet again, "I-I... uh.."

"It's ok Tami," you purred, edging closer to the bed. "Do you want me to... touch you?"

Tamaki could only nod, shock still in his eyes. He gulped as you crawled towards him on the bed, taking off your shirt and reaching out your hand to his cock. His head threw back once you teased a finger along his length, fisting the bedsheets under him, "I-I'm close."

You didn't tease Tamaki, instead you encouraged him, "c'mon, Butterfly. Come for me."

You gripped him loosely, using your other hand to gently rake your nails up and down his chest. His breath quickened, and his eyes hid behind his hair, trying to conceal his desperate state. You flicked your wrist in the way you knew he liked, and he came with a long groan. You licked his cum off your hand and his chest, not breaking eye contact with his awed expression.

"I'm sorry!" Tamaki squeaked, sitting up and pressing his knees to his chest. "I didn't— I just— I c-came super fast, a-and that was r-really weird and e-embarrassing-."

"Tama, baby, it's alright," you comforted, scooting closer to rest a hand on his exposed knee. "I'm always honoured whenever I make you cum. Doesn't matter how quick."

Tamaki peeked up at you through his hair, and gave you a shaky smile, face heating up considerably. You saw his eyes widen, and you knew immediately that he was getting hard again. Tamaki squeezed his legs closer together, attempting to hide his growing erection.

You leaned down to whisper in his ear, "let me finish making dinner, and after we eat I'm all yours for the night."

Tamaki's breath hitched softly, and he gave you a slight nod, gulping down his nerves. You rubbed his knee before standing up and walking towards the bedroom door. He let out a hefty sigh once you closed the door as you left, relaxing his legs and running his fingers through his hair.

He couldn't help but feel guilty. He was the horniest he'd been since high school, and he didn't know how to cope. It was so sudden, and his body was so overwhelmed with feeling. He tried to relax and close his eyes, waiting for you to be done with dinner.

Tamaki padded down the short hallway, now clothed with sweatpants and a T-shirt, to eat with you. He rubbed the sleepiness from his eyes, the short nap he had taken made him feel a tad bit better.

"Hey, Butterfly!" You cheered from the sink, a dishcloth on your shoulder, "dinner is just on the table. I'll be there in a sec."

"Thank you, Bunny," Tamaki blushed, pulling out a chair to sit in. "I-It smells really good."

You hung up your cloth and smiled at him brightly, "of course, Tama-chan!"

You steered over to the table, (hair askew, and) some flour on your cheek. Tamaki couldn't help but admire your slightly disheveled appearance; he felt wrong to think of such lewd things at your flushed face. He felt his own cheeks heat up again, and bowed his head down to his meal.

Tamaki listened to you ramble about your day, a small smile adorning his face at your enthusiasm. He couldn't finish his food, too flustered about what was to come later. "let me finish making dinner, and after we eat I'm all yours for the night." He shuttered at your words, sort of restless and impatient.

You giggled at your spot by the sink, watching Tamaki drown in his thoughts as you slowly started to undress. He hadn't even realized that you took his plate from him, chopsticks still in his hand. Once you were completely naked, you tied the apron back on and continued cleaning the dishes.

A clatter from Tamaki's chopsticks sounded a few minutes later, and you assumed that he had finally come back to his senses, "can you pass me your cup and chopsticks please, Tami?"

You could practically feel the heat radiating off of Tamaki from behind you, his utensils being placed beside you on the counter. You took a few more minutes to clean up, enjoying the tension in the air. When you finally turned around to face Tamaki, it was like he'd hardly moved. He was leaning against the table, cheeks completely red, head bowed to the floor, and a raging hard-on in his pants.

"Don't you have room for a little dessert, Tama?" You teased, leaning your forearms behind you on the countertop.

You saw him visibly gulp, and nervously look up to you. His knuckles were white, still gripping the edge of the table. Usually he wouldn't be too scared to step closer and engage in a kiss, but tonight was different. You had to initiate. You slowly walked towards him, reaching out a hand to lay on his shoulder. He was tense under your gaze, and looked to the floor again.

"B-bunny, I-I-," Tamaki shook. "I'm s-so overwhelmed. I'm so- t-turned.. on. I can barely function."

"Just try and relax, Butterfly," you cooed, stroking his cheek. "How about we start off here, by the table, hmm?"

Tamaki's eyes met yours, wide and dilated. He gave a stout nod, and swallowed harshly. You guided your hands to his hips, signalling him to sit on the table. He did as he was told, now around the same hight as you. You grasped his shirt with one hand and leaned in to kiss him, causing Tamaki to let out a muffled sob. A little bit of sanity came back to him and he wrapped his arms around you, eagerly deepening the kiss.

Your hand inched lower, hovering over his sweatpants' strings. Tamaki chirped when you grazed over his cock, bucking his hips up in an attempt to get more friction. You could feel him begin to pull away, prepared to apologize, but your other hand came up and fisted the back of his head, forcing him to stay put. Tamaki whined loudly, his crotch bucking up continuously to make contact with your hand. With another rut of his hips he let out a glut of groans and whimpers, desperately clinging to your figure.

You pulled away from the kiss to catch your breath, and you peered down to examine Tamaki's stained pants.

"Oh Bu-Bunny~" Tamaki said in a daze, head lolling to the side.

"Second time today, huh?" You ribbed, patting the wet spot with the pad of your finger.

"N-no," Tamaki shook his head. "Third time. I-I had a wet dream after you left and I took a n-nap."

You grinned at him, marvelling at the afterglow on his flushed face, "hm, maybe we won't even need to continue~."

"W-wait," Tamaki's eyes widened desperately, "I- I can go a few m-more rounds. Please."

You bit your lip at his puppy-dog eyes, pretending to think about his plea, "well, I don't see why not. You do have tomorrow off..."

"Thank y-you, Bunny," Tamaki cracked a wobbly smile, "I love you..."

"I love you too, my little Butterfly~," you kissed the tip of his nose, "y'think you can come to the bedroom with me?"

Tamaki nodded, hungrily licking his lips. You guided him to your room, hand interlocked with his, and lay him down on the bed. He was already semi-hard again, grasping the sheets beside him. He looked at you longingly as you slowly unraveled your apron, taking care to fold it neatly and setting it on your dresser.

Even though you stood butt naked in front of him, you still felt powerful from his zealous gaze. You took a slow turn, walking towards the dresser and pulling out a tube of lube. You placed it on the bedside table and went back to Tamaki. His chest rose and fell unevenly, elated from his past orgasms. His wide eyes watched as you slowly dragged down his soiled sweatpants, stuttering nonsense when you saw that he wasn't wearing any underwear.

"I-it was just, um. I, uh— well, y'see.." Tamaki rambled.

"S' ok, Butterfly," you soothed, throwing his pants in the laundry basket. "I was wondering why you looked so much more delicious this evening."

Tamaki whined when you gripped his tumescent cock, gleaming with leftover cum, "I-I'm so sensitive. It almost hurts, b-but I want more. So, so b-bad, bunny."

"Hm, how about I fuck you real good? How's that sound?" You asked, picking up the pace of your pumps.

Tamaki nodded eagerly, "yesyesyesyesyess pl-please."

You sat up and positioned yourself above his twitching cock, eager for his gorgeous moans and whines. You slowly dropped your hips, quickly adjusting to his size, and bottomed out.

"F-fuck, bunny," Tamaki cried, throwing his head back against his pillow. "You feel so-ho good!"

Tamaki's indigo halo of hair was spread out; sheening with his sweat. He looked dazed, his body sprawled out on the bed, and his thighs slightly sticky with cum. He sobbed in pleasure as he watched you bounce on his cock, his hands were too weak to even grip the sheets underneath him. He rubbed his hands along your thighs and waist, squeaking out moans and jumbled sentences.

"You look so pretty like this, Butterfly," you lulled, swaying your hips in teasing motions, "you're doing so well, baby. I love you."

"Iloveyoutoo~!" Tamaki griped in reply, hardly able to decipher your words. He felt like he was wrapped in a cocoon of clouds and pleasure. Is that what they mean by 'cloud 9'? He didn't have enough brainpower to think about that; or much of anything, really.

You reached over and grabbed your vibrator, having a feeling that you wouldn't be able to come from the slow pace you were set at for Tamaki. Soft buzzing filled the room as you pressed the button a few times, and you pressed it to your clit.

"Feels so good, Tama," you moaned deeply, trying to egg him on.

He seemed to stir, eyebrows scrunching up, and letting out a small whimper. Tamaki honestly felt like he was dreaming, or maybe even in Heaven. He squinted his eyes open, gazing at your blurry figure riding him. He weakly bucked his hips up, wanting you to bounce harder.

"Please," he whispered, "h-hard— harder."

You did as he wished, laying the vibrator on his stomach so you could get more leverage. Your pussy clenched deliciously around Tamaki's cock whenever your clit made contact with the vibrator, practically forcing groans and whimpers out of Tamaki.

He felt his abs clench once again, alerting him that he was close. Again. His abs were sore as hell, but he still wanted more. He wanted you to absolutely ruin him, ride him into oblivion, and milk him completely dry of his cum. Your pussy felt so good, and he thought he could feel his tongue lull out of his mouth. So... good...

A long keen left your lips as you watched Tamaki's face contort in pleasure. He was so fucked out, babbling pleads and whines. You scrambled for your phone, still riding him, and snapped a few pictures. Your little Butterfly was so hot.

You gripped the vibrator again, pressing it against your delicate clit, desperately chasing the upcoming high. "You're being so good for me, Tama. Come again with me. You can do it."

Even though your voice was muffled, your words urged him on. Tamaki nodded helplessly, not sure whether he was sobbing or moaning, (probably both).

"Please, Bunny," he tried to call. "Cum. Want you to cum on m-my cock."

"Fuck!" You exclaimed, rocking your hips faster. "Oh fuck, Tamaki. So good, so good~"

Tamaki couldn't tell if he was coming once again, or if he was just feeling really good. He heaved out a sharp whine, squirming and bucking up from under you. Yeah, he was coming again.

"Yes!" You hollered, eyes rolling back and legs uncontrollably shaking. "Yesyesyesyesssss~ Ta-ma-kiiiiii."

"Thank you thank you thank you," he pleaded, vision turning white and fuzzy. "I- cum- I came so h-ard."

You switched off the vibrator, and tossed it on the bed. You weakly lifted yourself off of Tamaki's now soft dick, a few glops of cum falling onto his stomach. Tamaki was a trembling mess, whimpering 'thank you''s, and 'let me come one more time'. You sneakily snapped a picture before rushing off to grab a warm soapy cloth.

"How are you feeling, Butterfly?" You soothed the cloth carefully around his pelvic area, cleaning up dried cum and sweat.

"A-again?" He mumbled weakly. "Please?"

"No, not until you rest up. You're over your limit and you're way too out of it to be thinking clearly," you explained, wiping his face clean of drool and sweat, "I'll get you some water and then we can cuddle."

He nodded weakly as you left for the kitchen, and you made a mental note to phone the doctor that you were pretty sure this wasn't any normal mood quirk Tamaki was hit with.

[harveywritings92]

BNHA Dad scenario: You get your quirk! 2

Izuku: [You inherited your grandmother's quirk, you can telepathically pull objects towards you, but your is a tad bit stronger then hers.]

He was worried when you didn't show any signs of having a Quirk, and was mentally panicking that you'll wind up singled out like he was growing up! Of course today that was all going to change Izuku was taking a nap, when he heard something topple over, his green eyes opened as he looked over and saw you weren't sitting in front of the TV watching cartoons, he sat up now fully awake. "Y/n?" called out looking around the living room for his four year old.

then heard something fall in the kitchen. "Y/N!" Izuku jumped from the couch and ran into the kitchen to find you sitting on floor, mouth and hands covered chocolate with snack cake & cookie wrappers surrounding you; whimpering and holding your stomach, obviously not feeling well... Izuku was about to scold you for sneaking into the snack cupboard! But paused when he realized the snack cupboard was on top of the fridge... Way too high for you to reach. "Y/n, how did you get those cupcakes?"

You looked at him like a deer in the headlights... before turning green in the face and throwing up all the snacks you had stolen, causing your broccoli haired dad to briefly forget about what he was inquiring, pick you up and rush you to the bathroom! 

He made sure you were on empty and got you in the bath and than cleaned the kitchen, he then went checked on you... just in time to see you telepathically pulled a bottle of bubble-bath off the shelf towards the tub, ready to pour it all out! only for him to grab it at the last second. "Nice try..." He huffed giving you a stern look, yes he's happy you weren't Quirkless, but that didn't mean you were off the hook for raiding the snack cupboard!

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Shoto: [Your mom's Quirk is called Cyclone breath, she can breath in air and blow out powerful winds, His ice half combined with her wind quirk, Creating yours: Frost-breath, which is pretty powerful on it's own, the only downside is that just like your mom if you over use it, you get asthma like symptoms, so you gotta carry around an inhaler.]

Your family had sat down to dinner, you were having mac and cheese, but it was little to hot so naturally you did the logical thing and blew on it! both your parents flinched at the sudden drop in temperature they looked at each other, then at you to see you gawking down at your now frozen dinner shock, giving them both this help me look.

It took a lot of training with your mom to figure out how breathe with without turning everything in front of you into a skating rink! It sucks you got to carry around an inhaler around now, but ever since your quirk manifested it been harder to breathe without it, That Your older cousin [Dabi kid.] and her creepy friend {Shigaraki kid} seemed love using you as their personal Air conditioner and popsicle maker in the summer despite your uncle Dabi telling them to stop!

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Warning here: Hawks scenario is fricking long! Cos my lazy but decided to combined two ideas into one, it might as well be it's own one shot!

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Hawks: [Technically You inherited your mom's quirk Cheshire, it's a teleportation quirk it kinda works like.... um, If anyone played God of War 4, It's like how the dwarves can slip between realms, like people can see it, but their minds can't properly comprehend it, so it just look like your walking behind a tree, only to be seen coming out from behind a flagpole a few feet opposite the way you were just walking, however you also have little red wings on top of your head.

that are pretty much useless, but they're the only thing (aside from his eyebrows) that you got from your dad, Which Hawks finds adorable especially when they flap up and down when your happy or puff up when your angry.]

You ran away from home some bullies at school and your mean babysitter had convinced you that you weren't Hawk's real daughter and your Quirk seem to solidify that theory, so while your sixth babysitter? (You lost count) was distracted, you packed up some clothes and a sandwich and left, the whole time watching this delusional woman, (She thinks she's dating Hawks) rummage and steal from your mom's memory box, not even concerned that you've been quiet this entire time.

That was fine you'll be long gone by the time she notices... you thought as you put your hat on to cover the tiny wings on your head, ignoring the itchy feeling you got from your fuzzy down feathers brushing against their nylon prison, You looked at your room one last time as you remember all the fun times had here before slipping away into oblivion... and stepping out of the haze from behind a light-post across the road from your apartment building, and started walking you didn't know where, but anywhere was better then here, maybe if your lucky you'll find your real parents... You paused and glanced back at the apartments one last time then kept walking... sniffling all the while.

Meanwhile...

Hawk took a break off patrol he had weird feeling in the pit of his stomach that something was wrong, as soon as he step through the balcony door his heart dropped, he couldn't sense you anywhere in the nest! his instincts were on fire! as his feathers surveyed the penthouse for you, then stilled when they sensed someone moving around in his room. Keigo's eyes narrowed as he silently walked to his room to find your babysitter going through his late wife's belongings wearing her jewelry…

"What do you think you're doing?!" he said through gritted teeth causing your baby to jump and whip her head around to see Hawks glowering at her rage in his eyes. "Honey...I mean Hawks! y-your home early...um um." she stammered something whizzed by her embedding itself in the wall behind her, she hastily started taking off the earrings and necklace and his wife's engagement ring, telling him it's not what it looks like! 

He noticed her phone on the floor before she could stop him, his feather's snatched it he saw all the dating crap she'd lying and posting about, but really set him off was text she had sent talking about you... calling you an orphan and plans to send you away once Her Darling "opens his eyes" Keigo's rage reached it's boiling point, people can say whatever they want about him, But don't ever involve his little girl... it won't end well. Your babysitter watched in horror as Hawks destroyed her phone, then took a step back turned his death gaze on her.

"Get out, you're fired."

"But but… Hawks baby I lo-"

"Did I fucking stutter? I said get out!"

"*runs out of the penthouse crying*"

He knows that delusional woman was in the hall outside of his penthouse waiting for him come after her, she's not the first woman he hired who thought they're were the heroine to whatever fantasy they've concocted in their head, She'll find out pretty quickly that Hawks didn't give two craps about her as the apartment's security had been called to escort her out, what he cared about at the moment was; where. in. the. fuck. was. his. daughter? After the rage had subsided panic had soon set in as Hawks barged into your room the drawers were opened , your backpack and sleeping bag and [fav plush] were missing! Your dad started hyperventilating.

That woman... Had she done somethin to you?! He was going to call security and put her in holding ….Then Keigo felt it, that chill in his wings the familiar feeling of being physically pulled out of reality... he followed the feeling and he looked in your closet and found one of his feathers stuck...no, fused the wall, *You have her Quirk, Why didn't you tell me...* he thought then remembered what your mom had told him told him to do when his feather gets stuck in something... "Just clear your mind and think of me, your feather will find me …" Taking a deep breath Hawks closed his eyes thought about you, seeing you...finding you... like that the feather was free.

Meanwhile.

It had started to rain as you walked down through a park not sure how far you walked, but your feet and knees were hurting from the fall you had earlier, you saw some kids from your school got scared and ran you ended up tripping and rolling down a hill, scratching up your legs and covering your clothes in mud and grass stains...

While you were looking down at the ground moping a pair of shoes walked into your field of vision as a shadow sudden casted over you, your [y/ec] eyes looked up and saw a man wearing a dark hoodie that covered most of his face, his cerulean eyes regarded with mild concern. "You okay there kid?" he asked eyeing your legs and puffy eyes, That broke the dam all the stress and torment you endured the passed couple months all came out in loud wail..

The guy standing over you to panicked and tried shushing you, before picking you up and carrying you off, luckily bystanders mistook it for a parent dealing with their child's tantrum, and that's how you found yourself sitting on a bench under a bus shelter. while the man who introduced himself as Dabi put band-aids on your legs...which was strange, cos someone who looked like Dabi didn't look the type to carry glow-in the dark neon-rainbow band-aids! "They ain't mine...I got a kid about your age back home." the stapled faced man stated as if reading your mind, he sighed taking a seat next to you and examined your miserable expression, you looked very familiar but he couldn't quite place it... Something about those eye brows...  he shook his head.

"Speaking of home, you gotta a number on ya? I bet yer parents are probably looking for yo-" You cut him off. "I don't have parents and no ones looking for me!" You huffed stubbornly Dabi cocked a brow very skeptical at that claim, and was about voice that thought when something red caught his attention... His cerulean eyes squinted at the pole the bus schedule was nailed to and was surprised to see a familiar red feather just kind of shot itself out from behind it...

He watched it kind of sway around before pointing directly at you. "You're sure no one's looking for you?" he said watching feather bristle then harden when he spoke up, his eye twitched knowing that was a mistake, if that was here then that meant... *Ew, someone actually reproduced with that Kentucky Fried Dumbass?!* Dabi snorted.

"I know he's not looking for me, he wasn't my daddy he just felt sorry for me...Just like everyone else."

"Well everyone else is an idiot... and your old man obviously cares for ya!"

"No he doesn't... he didn't even go to my school on parents day..."

"look, kid I don't know what's going on with you and Chicken-Tenders, but he obliviously loves you."

"How would you know?" You wept keeping your puffy eyes on the ground and tears fell from you eyes, Dabi's voice had nervous edge as he spoke up again. "Because he's here..." You looked up at the scarred man in disbelief, only to see him starring dead ahead with a serious expression on his face, the little wings on your head twitched under your hat as you followed his gaze just in time to see your dad land, But something was off...

His wings were darker than usual and his eyes were feral and scary looking, like he was going murder someone... "Dabi.." he growled fist clenched as he slowly walked towards the two of you, when said cremator slowly stood up causing your dad's feather's to go haywire. "Easy Hawks... You know I'm not in that business anymore." Dabi said calmly holding his hands up, this only made Hawks more agitated a low growl escaped his throat.

"Leave..." the blond hissed obviously giving Dabi one chance, the scarred just put his hands in his hoodie pockets and walked, but as he was passing your dad. "Might want to set that kid's head straight, cos you're on the verge of losing her for forever." Hawks shot him a glare as he went over to you who was curled up on the bench looking at your dad scared.

Dabi watched from a good distance as his old enemy resolved things with his daughter there was a lot of yelling at mainly him screaming "Why did you run, what were you thinking Y/n?! I already lost your mom I don't want to lose you too! …"  a bus drove pass blocking out whatever else he was saying, as the bus passed Hawk now crouched at your level, he's guessing you were telling him what's going on... 

Hawks looked devastated with every word you were saying. He said something to you before taking you hat off, giving Dabi a view of the little red wings on your head he looked at Hawks managing to read his lips "You may not have my power, but those are definitely my wings!" the two of you hugged before Hawks picked you up and flew away.

Dabi waited a few seconds before taking out his phone looking through his contact and picking [My Fairy] and waited a few moments. "Hey babe... how goes the homestead?" his wife told how things were going at the dive and him it was al none of the rowdy guys bothered her. "Good to hear... is the kid still up?" Dabi waited a few second hearing his wife call his daughter over. "Hey, Firefly, how you doing?" he smiled as his daughter told him how her day went. "That's good, I'll be home tomorrow, give yer mom a kiss for me alright?...I love you too, Firefly" He hummed and hung up started walking down the street.

Back to Hawks

You both took a few days off to cool down they went out of the city for a while and visited your mom's grave, Hawks hardly let you out of his sight if he wasn't in the room one of his feathers was always there. He let you sleep in his bed for the first couple nights, when it was time to go back to school.

You sighed expecting another babysitter or sidekick to take you, instead you were surprised to find you dad waiting for you, which was bewildering he's usually gone or sleeping when you leave. "Why are you here?" you asked bemused you dad smiled and patted your head. "I'm taking you school obviously." He said taking you over the balcony and picking you up.

"Hang on tight Chickadee." he said before lift off the wind felt nice blowing through your down feathers the little wings on your head started subconsciously started flapping, which caused your dad chuckle at cute display, when he finally made to your school all the kids were in awe to see the #2 pro-hero landing in there playground, but what really got the kids was the fact that he was carrying you! 

Your teacher nervously came out the greet him where Hawks loudly exclaimed. "Oh, yes sorry for the late introduction and  thank you for looking after my daughter." His sharp eyes carefully caught every face in playground and noticed a certain group of kids looking like a deer in the head lights. It didn't take him long to figure out who putting all that orphan crap in your head, he made note to have a word with they're parents...

Keigo was brought out of his thoughts by you tugging on him. "Daddy let me down." he looked at you bemused before remembering right school!... Damn it, he didn't want to let you go! your first day was months ago! He reluctantly set you on the ground but didn't let go of your hand. Why the hell was the separation anxiety kicking in now? *because you weren't there the first time...* he mentally berated himself for missing out on that mile stone several in fact.

 The blond was confused why the school hadn't been calling him about you, he found out that one of his PR directors had been intercepting anything school related meant for Keigo and sending random representatives or sidekicks to attend them... Because apparently being a widowed father didn't look cool or edgy enough for the #2 hero's public image, Needles to say that guy wasn't part of Hawk's PR teams by the end of the day.

Keigo walked you the front door then crouched down at your level. "I'll be waiting right here when it's time go home, alright?" You nodded the and hugged your dad, (who may or not of slipped a feather on you, just in case.) "Have a good day, I love you." You nodded as walked inside leaving your dad outside, he stared at the school by before taking a deep breath and flying off...

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{Wing horns photo source from a Manga called: Demon mother!}

[cherrehx]

okay so its 2am right now and I just thought of something really cute hhhh, so basically, how would kaminari, kirishima, todoroki and bakugou react to finding ship art or something of them and their crush?? I love your writing btw, it's so awesome 💕💕

super long wait, i know. half of this was written when bnha was still my hyperfixation, hence why it's one shots. the headcanons were written now, because i felt bad leaving out denki and eijirou. -cherry

katsuki bakugō:

it was just after nine in the afternoon. katsuki had already gone to sleep as per usual, though tonight he was rudely interrupted by loud knocking on his room's door.

"the hell do you want, loser?!", he shouted, still unsure of who was even at his door. everyone knew by now not to disturb him, so who dared to do so anyways?

getting out of bed and proceeding to open the door, the ash blond was slightly less angered when he saw eijirou standing there. said red head looked frantic because of something. bakugou honestly didn't even want to know what had got him so distraught, but he knew he wouldn't get his well deserved sleep otherwise,

"spit it out, shitty hair."

"we were looking at pictures from the sports festival online and we found something that you should maybe see for yourself!", eijirou started, realizing that he wasn't getting his friend's attention, so he added, "it's about you and (y/n)!"

kirishima was the only one that knew about bakugou's secret crush on you. that's why he wasn't laughing like everyone else in the common room; because what they found may cause complications.

after kirishima had mentioned your name, bakugou was swiftly jogging towards where almost all of his class was sitting gathered around a laptop, which seemed to be mina's, judging by all the leopardy and pink stickers on it.

"out of the way extras!", katsuki stomped over to see what all the fuss was about. from the corner of his eye he saw how you were cowering next to one of the couches, face covered by your hands. at first he couldn't understand why, but when he saw a particular piece of artwork displayed on the laptop screen, he figured you were just majorly embarrassed.

the art that his class found on google was from somebody's blog that was all about the 'heroes of the future!'. needless to say, the blog didn't only deal with the heroes, but also the relationships of them. ever since an encounter at the sports festival that a lot of people saw and shared around, you and bakugou had become a popular so called ship. (the girls explained that 'ship' didn't mean anything related to boats when they teased you about mentioned moment in front of him.)

katsuki couldn't help but feel embarrassed himself, but he also had to keep his cool to not seem suspicious. looking at the drawing of you and him one more time, the ash blond walked over to you, ignoring anything his class was saying.

"(y/n), you ok?", he crouched down to your level, poking your head once. his only response was a quiet hum, followed by a hiccup. worried, katsuki grabbed your hand tightly and pulled you outside the dorm.

the air was nice, not too hot, nor too cold. a light wind was blowing as the moon shone brightly.

bakugou gave you a little space and some time to calm down. when you did, he was quick to ask,

"what's the matter? did you get THAT embarrassed by it?"

you shook your head no. it was something more, but was this the right time to tell him?

"i was really embarrassed at first.", you started, "but then i thought about something and cried."

"about what?", the usually loud boy asked softly. silence was all he got for a good minute until you finally responded,

"you know how they say 'life imitates art'? i really wish it w-was like that..."

now you were the one getting silence as a response. did you really just say that?

"idiot, being all cryptic and shit.", katsuki tried to stay calm, even if he was freaking out on the inside, "if you want a kiss you can have it."

shōto todoroki:

mr. aizawa's classes had a pretty strict schedule most of the time: first the class would get an assignment, that they'd do until said teacher falls asleep. after that, everyone would quietly - in order to not wake up aizawa - do anything they want, really.

for shouto this was more or less just plainly boring, as he was one of the few students that actually did what they had to. he'd finish his work and then wait, because he had nothing else to do. he was most likely to bother midoriya, but today he was very into whatever he was writing down in his little book. so shouto settled for observing the classmates behaviour. well, rather your behaviour.

the half and half boy knew it was weird, but he liked watching you. he liked seeing you, especially when you were happy and smiling. todoroki knew what these 'symptoms' were, but he wanted everything to stay as it was for now.

why he had caught those feelings, he didn't know. he figured it was the way you stood out. you didn't get lost in between the others and he liked that.

while todoroki was deep in thought, ashido had walked over to your desk, where you were doing the assignment in peace and quiet,

"(y/n), look! the other's and i thought about how todoroki always stares at you so intensely, so we created these shipnames! which one do you like better?"

you looked at the paper or rather the newly created words and little pictures drawn by some of your classmates and immediately turned red. flailing your hands around a little, you lied,

"none of these, i don't...like todoroki in that way."

mina looked a tad upset at that, but she understood, nodded and walked back to her table. you sort of felt bad, having killed her excitement, but you didn't need anyone knowing about your secret crush on the stoic one.

speaking of the stoic one, he couldn't hear anything you and mina had talked about. he only saw her walking over, showing you something and you freaking out and sending her away. needless to say, he was curious what had caught you off guard so much. when shouto saw mina throwing away that suspicious piece of paper, he decided to look at it when class ended. even if he thought sticking his hand in the trash was a little gross.

the end of class came sooner than expected. shouto was packing his bag slower than usual, waiting until everyone had left. after they did, he skipped over to the trash can, pulling out the latest addition: a piece of paper that embarrassed (y/n)!

he stuffed it in his bag and carried on walking to his dorm room, where he finally felt safe looking at it, " 'ship names'? why would they want to name a boat after (y/n) and i?", he asked himself, before a certain doodle on the page explained your reaction and the girls' name-mixing. even shouto couldn't help but react in some way, thinking about said doodle happening in real life. that's when he got startled by a knock on his door.

"hey, todoroki. i know you always do your work in class, so i thought i'd come and ask you about...", you drifted off, seeing the light blush on his cheeks and his fire side burning, "...umm, am i interrupting something?"

he was hiding a piece of paper behind his back. you could see just the corner of it, but that was enough for you to identify what paper it was.

"didn't take you for the nosey type.", you akwardly laughed in order to drown out your embarrassment.

"sorry, i got curious.", he looked unusually upset, averting his heterochromatic eyes and letting his arms drop on his sides. you confirmed the paper was indeed the one that mina showed you earlier.

"did you dislike it a lot?", shouto asked without thinking.

now it was your turn to blush.

denki kaminari:

-ok hear me out

-his love language has to be physical touch

-so naturally, when you guys and the rest of the bakusquad had a sleepover, you cuddled

-platonically of course (even though both of you had feelings for one another, but shh)

-oh, but mina couldn't let this one slip

-she HAD to take a picture

-in the morning, when you were still only half awake, mina ecstatically showed her phone into your face

-"LOOK, (Y/N), YOU GUYS ARE THE CUTEST!"

-queue embarrassed (y/n) and denki

eijirō kirishima:

-i feel like with him, you had been like childhood friends

-and back in the day, you guys were all like

-"i'm gonna marry you when i'm older!"

-so you engraved a little "eijirō & (y/n)" into a tree

-years and years later you guys go back to that spot

-just because you wanted to reminisce the good old days

-you guys find the carvings

-"you know, (y/n), i still haven't changed my mind."

-"what do you mean, eijirou?"

-"i'd still marry you."

[nbrook29]

So a few weeks ago, @foxsake5 sent me one of those dialogue prompts, and at the time I wasn’t taking them anymore but since she’s the sweetest I just couldn’t say no 😌💖

I’m sorry for the wait, I hope this isn’t awful :)

Therefore, ladies and gentlemen:

159. [text] Also, my bed has glitter in it for reasons I do not recall.

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The hopes he had late last night of waking up with all his symptoms miraculously gone vanish seconds after he wakes up and gets aware of his surroundings. 

His head still feels like it’s full of cotton, eyes sting and itch at the same time, and his nose being all stuffy is the proverbial cherry on top of his misery. Before he can fully grasp this truly pathetic situation he’s in, he feels the beginnings of a sneezing fit brewing in his nostrils and sure enough, a moment later all hell breaks loose.

When he finally finishes, his chest aches with the effort and he drops his head back onto the pillow, whining at the unfairness of it all. 

Every year, it’s the same story. Spring comes, trees and flowers release tiny grains to fertilize other plants and Robbe is doomed. He’s so fucking doomed. April barely arrives and he turns into a sneezing, itching, coughing, swollen mess. It’s not pretty. Far from it actually. 

He curses himself for being stupid and believing he was cured after last year’s very mild case. Thinking about it now, it was probably due to being forced to stay in the house for the entire month more than anything. All his hopes of battling this fucking thing forever are now officially gone. His disappointment is immeasurable, his day is ruined.

And, Sander’s not here.

Why is he not here.

Why isn’t he lovingly stroking his brow to ease his sinuses pressure like he did last night.

He’s gonna have to have a serious conversation with his boyfriend because this is just unacceptable behavior.

Tugging the duvet tighter around himself to prevent the chilliness of the room from touching on his toasty warm body, he reaches for his phone. When Sander’s beautiful face welcomes him from his screen background, he yearns for his comforting presence even more. Yes, he’s being a tad dramatic, but sick Robbe has always been a drama queen, needing care and attention. Mama Ijzermans always laughs at him, saying he turns into a five year old when down with a runny nose. There may be a bit of truth to that statement, Robbe is a man enough to admit that. He just really hates having to blow his nose every ten seconds and all that, okay? Sue him.

Just as he’s about to start typing, his eye catches something flickering in the sunlight on Sander’s pillow. Frowning, he shifts closer to inspect it and discovers sprinkles of glitter covering the bottom half, and it’s honestly barely detectable, but for Robbe’s skilled eye it’s no hardship. 

Weird. Unless he somehow missed the fact that Sander turns into a sparkly unicorn every night at midnight in the last year and a half, there’s no reasonable explanation for glitter being in his bed.

He decides to leave it be for the time being and goes back to the job at hand.

R: Where are u and why aren’t u here 

S: Hello to you too, love of my life, light of my day 

R: ☹️

S: I had to run home cause I forgot I promised my mum I'll be there when the couch delivery comes

R: That's a very elaborate excuse for you abandonning me

I won’t hold it against you if you decided to leave me after being faced with my gross snotty self :(

S: You’re not gross

R: I don’t believe you

S: Okay you’re a tiny bit gross rn but I'm not afraid of your snot 💪🏻

I'll be back in 40 minutes x

R: I'll try to survive til then 🥺

I miss you 🥺

I need your cuddles ���

I miss your fingers in my hair, my head hurts less then 🤧

S: You're so sweet when you're all sniffly 😂

R: That's cause I need you to get your butt here faster

S: I'll try my best

R: Okay :(

Hey sander?

S: Yeah?

R: My bed has glitter in it for reasons I do not recall

S: 😶

R: Why is there glitter in my bed

S: Idk

R: I hate glitter

S: Maybe it's the allergies making you see things

R: 😠 what did u do why is there glitter in my bed????

S: Gotta go the delivery guy is here love youuu 

R: SANDER!!!

***

When he wakes up next time his head is still stuffed, but the feeling of warmth coming off Sander’s body and his hand playing with his hair makes it that much bearable. Scooching closer, he wraps his arm around his waist and buries his face into his black t-shirt, hoping the graphical form of Freddie Mercury in the front of it won’t mind much if he messes it with his runny nose by accident.

“I bought croissants on my way over, and there’s hot lemon tea waiting for you in the kitchen. Do you feel like getting up?” Sander asks in a gentle tone, hand stilling where it felt so good on Robbe’s scalp.

And no, he doesn’t really feel like it. So he decides to use the power of his eyes on Sander and rests his chin on his chest, giving him a pleading look that he knows his boyfriend is far from being immune to. 

“Bring it here?”

Sander regards him for a second like he’s searching for a strength inside him to say no to him, but very quickly he gives up, head shaking at himself as his fingers resume the ministrations in Robbe’s hair.

He lets out a deep sigh. “I’m such a pushover, aren’t I?” And Robbe knows he won because there’s a smile tugging at Sander’s lips and a moment later, he disentangles himself from Robbe’s grabby arms, heading to the kitchen for their breakfast.

They eat in bed, sitting side by side, shoulders brushing as they keep reaching for the goodies on the tray balanced on Sander’s thighs. Robbe has his feet tucked under his calves, his extra clinginess during sick time coming out in all force, but Sander doesn’t comment on it, just smiles and kisses his temple, looking like he doesn’t mind to be his personal teddy bear for the time being. He lets Robbe lie half on top of him when they watch silly youtube videos and draws mindless patterns on his back as his arm is probably asleep from being stuck in the same position. His fingers make goosebumps rise all over Robbe’s body and he must be thinking the shiver is the result of cold because he then meticulously tucks the comforter around him, making sure Robbe is burrito-like and safe from cold.

It’s the first time Robbe has been somewhat under the weather since they got together and he melts at every caress and gentle touch that Sander provides without even thinking about it and just in general being this five star on booking.com thoughtful boyfriend.

So yeah, Sander is passing this when-in-sickness exam with flying colors, Robbe thinks, as he leaves a few kisses on what looks like Freddie Mercury’s hair, reveling in Sander’s content sigh.

It’s an all around peaceful afternoon, except when the peace is occasionally broken with sneezing, blowing (only nose, damn it) and groaning in displeasure. Sander is taking it all like a champ, teasing him only a little and handing tissue after tissue, his face twisting at the grossness of Robbe’s state only a few times. Mostly, he just squeezes him tighter, scratches his back in that way he likes, kisses the pout out of his face despite the gross factor and makes him a fresh tea. 

He even cooks him a soup when Robbe naps out of things he finds in Robbe’s mom fridge, leaving Robbe himself gaping at him in astonishment, more so when the soup actually turns out good, because he had no idea Sander could cook something more than croques. 

The confession earns him a light jab in the ribs, light because Sander is still considerate of his state, but jab indeed because he will not stand for Robbe disbelief in his cooking skills, hell no. Robbe then keeps moaning in pleasure at the taste of every single spoon of the tomato soup to show his gratitude (and because it’s really good) and Sander rolls his eyes at him, but there’s a pleased smile on his face that lets Robbe know his ruffled feathers have been smoothed.

When they get back to just simply lounging around in bed with Robbe breathing (wheezing) loudly as he plays with Sander’s fingers, he remembers something.

Propping his head with his hand, he narrows his eyes at Sander. “So what about that glitter?”

The guilty look that immediately blooms on Sander’s face leaves him with no doubt that it was his fault. He thumps his chest in frustration.

“I’m sorry! I just, I was kinda bored after you fell asleep so fast last night, and, um, I bought some new paints yesterday,” he explains, wincing at Robbe’s growing frown. He scratches his head before he continues as if to delay the fallout. “And I wanted to try them out a bit and some of them might have contained, um, glitter in them?” he ends in a squeaky voice, waiting for Robbe to blow up, because he’s well aware of his burning hate for glitter. 

It’s like herpes. Once it’s on you, it never goes away.

“I can change the sheets later?” Sander adds wide-eyed, buttering him up as he leans in to kiss him once, twice, three times, until the scoff on Robbe’s lips melts completely. 

He could get mad, but Sander has been so sweet today and he’s looking so apologetic now, like he’s actually afraid Robbe may throw him out the door for this unfortunate incident of bringing that abomination into his house. The idea is so ridiculous it makes him giggle, and at first, Sander’s confused, waiting for the other shoe to drop, but when Robbe doesn’t stop, he scoffs at him and pouts.

“Ugh, you made me believe you’re gonna yell at me and put a ban on sex for a month or something, jerk.” 

He folds his arms all petulant as Robbe keeps rolling in bed, laughing, but then the sneezing fit abruptly stops Robbe’s fun and he sits up straight, letting out one sneeze after another, losing count after the eighth one. He thinks he got to twenty in the end, his new record, and when it’s finally over he feels so miserable and achy he doesn’t feel like laughing anymore. His eyes are so watery it feels like they’re gonna spill out any second now, nose rubbed so red it’s painful to even breathe and cheeks burning hot from the congestion.

Sander keeps handing him tissues, holding the waste bin in his other hand, and Robbe must look really awful because all signs of sulking are gone from his now sympathetic face as he gathers him into his arms, whispering sweet nothings into his hair as Robbe hides his face in the crook of his neck to keep his frustration tears at bay.

Sander is graceful enough to not say anything when a few escape anyway.

“Maybe you should see a doctor, huh?” he suggests after a while, hand stroking Robbe’s arm. “Maybe he will give you something?”

Robbe shakes his head, his voice raspy when he replies. “It’s no use, the doctor is gonna give me stuff that’s gonna make me drowsy. I just need to get over those first few days, it always gets better afterwards.”

He gets a lingering peck to his forehead. “Okay.” 

“Thanks for being so amazing.” Robbe looks at him with sincerity from under his droopy lids, thumb sweeping under his eye in caressing motion. Sander just smiles, shaking his head a little as if Robbe’s gratitude is silly.

“You’re always there for me when the situation is reversed, right?”

And they both know he’s not talking about allergies, of course he’s not. No more words are necessary as Robbe considers him for a few seconds, love shining in his bloodshot eyes before he shifts closer to place a kiss on his chin and then snuggles to him as close as humanly possible, his heart full when Sander does the same.

Robbe’s eyes sting too much for them to keep watching anything on their phones, but they’re also too lazy to get up and actually do something and they’re not yet hungry enough to think about preparing dinner. So to kill time, Sander quizzes him about Bowie and his lyrics, the year and a half of them being a couple pretty much skyrocketing Robbe’s knowledge about this man, so he knows the answers to 3/4 of the questions, Sander's eyes gleaming with pride as he pretends to wipe the imaginary tear making Robbe giggle and forget about his state for a while.

Eventually, Sander’s calming and sweet like honey voice lulls him to sleep, and the last thing he registers as he’s losing the fight to keep his eyes open is Sander chuckling as he promises him quietly to paint him in all of the intense colors of those glittery paints he owns soon and there’s nothing he can do to stop him.

[madamebibi]

Shadow

Hi! I noticed there wasn’t enough Randall x Reader fics on this site. So, I decided to add to the some to the pot. If you want to send in requests, please do ( I barely have a life as it is).

Prompt: Reader is Randall’s tutor and calls him when she’s in trouble.

Words: 1200

TW: Stalking and Assault

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There was a voice in the back of my head that told me not to leave my apartment that night, but I didn’t listen.

My cycle had just started a few hours before and I had been running low on toiletries. The store was just a few blocks from me, so I decided to walk. The visit to the pharmacy was relatively painless, except when the cashier looked at me liked I kicked a puppy when I placed pickles and ice cream on the counter. Against popular belief, period symptoms are just like pregnancy symptoms—  nausea, back pain, and weird cravings. The only difference was that my period lasted three days, not nine months. 

By the second block away from my apartment, I knew I was being followed. The tracker was a skilled one, I’d give them that. Mimicking my footsteps and keeping a healthy distance since I wouldn’t notice them. I kept my breathing steady and my mind clear as I approached the next block. I knew he was going to close in on the moment I reached my apartment, and it was not in my best interest to invite him in. I dial my last contact and almost grimace when I realize who it is: Randall Carpio. He just so happened to be someone I tutored on the weekends. I canceled our scheduled session today because of my period cramps. But, it seemed that I was supposed to see him anyway.

“Hey Y/N! I’m happy you—” Randall began to say before I cut him off.

“I am being followed,” my voice drops to a whisper as I near my apartment building. “I don’t know what to do, or who to call.”

“Okay, stay calm. I am on my way, okay?” he tried his best to conceal the worry in his voice. “Where are you?”

“Several blocks from Belgrave, I could see the clock tower,” I said as my voice shook softly.

“Try to enter one of the buildings and remain there. Most likely, the dude is just some rando,” his breath was coarse and came out in harsh spats. 

Was he running?

“Okay.” I picked up my pace and made my way to the square.

The library was approaching my view and relief was starting to wash over me. Suddenly, a force suspended me forward. My body collided with a bed of grass, along with my shopping bag filled with groceries. The air in my lungs was thick and hard to pass as ringing shot through my ears. I turned on my back and coughed. A shadow cascaded over me and it was hard to see the attacker’s face. But I knew his voice.

“Dumb bitch,” Kyle said before kicking me in the abdomen. “You thought you could get away with what you did, huh?”

I hissed in pain. “What are . . .you talking about?”

“You told Gabrielle about me and Shelley!” He kicked me again, right in the same spot. 

I groaned and coughed again. “Please. . . stop.”

“No, you’re gonna pay for what you did,” Kyle pulled a blade from his back pocket and flicked it open. He began to murmur a few incoherent words. 

I felt a heated sensation increase in my throat. My back arched against the grass and pain sored through me. My eyes remained on Kyle’s as he continued his little. . . incantation?

A sudden sheet of black fur shot out of nowhere and collided with Kyle. The burning in my throat remained, but the pain was dying down. My eyelids grew heavier as my hearing became in and out. Arms gathered me from the ground and lifted me up.  The surface was warm and sturdy. I automatically felt safer than I had before. I left my eyes closed as I felt the sudden vibration between the savior’s steps. I entrusted the being with the remains of my body and eased out of consciousness.

A damp, wet something—  a cloth, maybe—   brushed against the very top of my abdomen with ease. Its texture was rough and jagged. It was abnormally hot, but not enough to cause pain. I inched my left eyelid open and looked down at the—  it was a tongue. Not a rag, or some tethered cloth. But, a tongue. That belonged to Randall. He was licking me. More like the wound on my stomach. His eyes were closed and there had been a ghost smile on his lips. This weird task gave him joy and it made me feel. . . hot. I stared at him for a second. A lot of women, hell, a lot of people would be spooked by such an action, yet I wasn’t. Part of me knew that he just couldn’t help it. As if it were his nature to be a tad animalistic. The man was purring as he cleaned my wound. 

I cleared my throat and squirmed underneath his weight. 

Randall lifted his head from my stomach and smiles. “Welcome back Y/N!” The relief in his voice was reassuring and made me feel safe. “I thought I lost a perfectly good tutor.”

“You were licking me,” I declared as I sat up against the pillowy surface.

“Maybe you bumped your head a little too hard there,” he said with a nervous expression.

“I know what I saw, Carpio,” I snapped staring directly at him. I sighed and briefly closed my eyes. “I am grateful that you came to my rescue, especially under such short notice. But, I know what I saw and heard before I checked out last night, Randall.”

“And how much have you heard and saw?” He questioned as he sat back on his knees and looked up at me.

“This might sound insane, but I think I saw a beast. . . attack Kyle last night,” I scratched the side of my head and released a humorless chuckle. 

“What kind of. . . beast do you think it was?” Randall replied carefully. 

He knew more than he let on.

“You know what? Forget it,” I kicked my legs off of the couch and rose to my feet. A flash of pain rushed through my body and my knees buckled.

Strong hands pressed flat against my back and held me in place. Looking up, I caught a glimpse of Randall’s chocolate brown eyes and immediately thought back to the previous night. After the beast dealt with Kyle, it came over to me. Its massive body towered over me like a statue in the night. It crouched down to get a closer look at me. Incoherent sounds fell from its mouth before a wet sensation slide against the side of my face. Even though my eyelids were practically closed, I could see the outline of the creature through my eyelashes. When the beast had gotten closer, all I could remember was its scent. Despite being unearthly, it smelled clean. Minty with a hint of lavender. 

With my body pressed against Randall, all I could smell was that same concoction. It pumped through him like the blood in his veins. Although, it was suffocating at all. 

He pressed my body further against his and alleviation fluttered upon his face. “By the glimmer in your eyes, I could tell you know.”

“That you’re the thing that saved me?” I warbled. “Yes, I do.”

“I could lie to everyone else, but I can’t lie to you,” he replied with a sigh

[riverrunscold]

I saw your tags, please info dump to me about your ocs, I wanna hear all about them!! 😊

Sorry I'm late getting to this ask! But I'm so ready to info dump!

Sorry if some of this is worded weird, I took it directly from my character notes which at the moment are doubling as my story developing notes.

Brief story description (so far):

A murder mystery story with the main characters, Rosemary Josephine Wynn, a skeptical detective and Cromwell, a trans spiritualist who is also a dumbass and excitable.

It's the 1920s, these two are working out of a small building that they rented out together, they have been friends since Rose first met Cromwell during an investigation. She loved ribbing him about ghosts not being real and enjoyed how flustered the man got. Though she also disagrees with the business he runs and once thought he was scamming people until she realized he actually believes the shit he sells.

Now, onto the characters!:

Rosemary- Rosemary is a black woman who dresses pretty similar to what women would in the 20s but would include more masculine outfits from time to time when she's conducting detective business. She found people took her more seriously that way but during the story maybe she stops wearing the masculine garb altogether when she realizes that she wants to be able to be herself and still be taken seriously. She also starts styling her hair in more ways, instead of trying as best she can to straighten it every morning or hide it under a hat. She also tends to have a more masculine bravado which she developed over the course of her career, influenced by her three brothers also. She has muscular arms and could beat you up in her favorite pair of heels if she wanted to. Her celtic zodiac animal is the Snake (something Cromwell references often). She's strong, strong-willed and strong-headed. Not at all spiritual, focuses on objective facts more often than not. Makes it a bit hard for her and Cromwell to get along at first. Rosemary is very in her own head and anxious but very silent about it, having experienced a lot of mental and physical abuse from her mother growing up. Her mother raised her as a work machine since she was young, never really stopping to teach her lessons about emotions and sometimes actively punishing her when she displayed them. She was less strict on her brothers, Rosemary thinks it's because she was her least favorite but her mom knew how hard it was for black women to get ahead in life so she made sure she focused on her studies and being good at multiple things (though it does not at all excuse her behavior). Therefore Rosemary ends up emotionally stunted later in life, not opening up often out of subconscious or conscious fear of repercussions. Throughout the story, Cromwell, being the outgoing nonjudgmental guy he is tries to help her open up and ends up being able to do that throughout the course of the story. This could possibly all crescendo into a point in the story where Rosemary shows her affection towards Cromwell through actions, not being great with emotional words or sometimes words in general. Maybe she puts herself in-between Cromwell and someone wishing to do him harm, being the stronger of the two and not wanting him to get hurt. This could possibly be at the expense of her own well-being. This could be a big turning point, Rosemary outwardly showing affection towards someone for the first time in possibly her whole life aside from her brothers. Rosemary suffers with PTSD, a result from her household abuse. She also has a hard time actually getting into relationships, watching her parents own degrade when she was younger. She's also terrified of being left by someone she lets herself get attached to, which is what happened with her dad. Since she has PTSD it often shapes the way she thinks or reacts, which will be incorporated into the story during her perspective chapters.

Cromwell-

Cromwell is actually his last name but he uses it instead of his dead name, one of his teacher's having called him by his last name once making him realize how much he loved not being referred to as his first or as Ms Cromwell. He's not out to anybody, just keeps connected to underground trans channels who also happen to frequent speakeasys around town. He's also Scottish, Cromwell being a Scottish name. He has red hair and freckles all over but his eyes are two different colors, it's almost not noticable. One's blue and one's green. He's a dumbass but I love him. Most people have a hard time understanding what he says because of his accent, a lot of people roll their eyes at him when they hear him speak. He doesn't speak much though because of the uncomfortableness he feels about his voice being too feminine for his liking. The only person he talks to with regularity is Rose but that's only because she basically forces him into arguments about ghosts. Don't worry though, they're all good natured on Rose's part, Cromwell's just dramatic. He also wears very worn clothing, a trench coat and white button up that were both too big for him. He also wore slacks with holes that were caused by moths and, so he claims to Rose's upset, spirits (He's mostly joking when he says it. Mostly).

Him believing in ghosts so much may also have to do with him wanting to be able to contact his sister who had passed away years ago but not even Rose knows about that until later on. His sister was really the only support he had in his family. Cromwell also taught himself how to sew, helped by his mother teaching him when he was younger, so he could create his own binders and give them to other trans men he knows. His celtic zodiac is the Fox, having been born March 31st 1899, making him 21. He's very spiritual and emotional, but very extroverted and wants to know others. He's also a tad flirtatious. He helps Rosemary get more in touch with her feelings or at least tries to. He started with giving her complements but that quickly turned out to not be at all effective, she tended to react to them with sarcasm or annoyance. Cromwell has ADHD. His symptoms also show through when the book shifts to his perspective.

Some thing I didn't mention, they are probably one of my favorite ship dynamics, the skeptic and believer, introvert and extrovert, opposites attract. I love that shit. Also slight rivals to friends to lovers babyy!

This also might be slightly based on Mulder and Scully but shut up xD

[mikkock]

Uhm??????? Unacceptable?? Please tell me more about your OCs in that last art? I demand it? I want a full report on my desk before morning? Cite your sources please?

Oh no,, you’re asking,,, about my own faves,,, sorry to everyone, but I guess im never going to shut up ever now. (i already don’t shut up ever, what have u done, im now going to speak so much that society will collapse AT LEAST)

But for real. I enjoy pretending I don’t have faves, I love all my kids the same, buT WE ALL KNO THAT’S A LIE, those two my fave bitches (they snatched that title from the last two faves, rip to them, and they also snatched, n I must really make that clear, the title of “the bitches with the most AUs from the previous previous faves. Their power.)

SO. Get ready for a ride, table of content: them, their respective character, their story, and the pLETHORA OF ALTERNATE STORIES I GAVE THEM because i must yell about all the versions of my kids i have (non-exhaustive cause its that serious bro, but ill take extra time for the universe depicted in that art just for u bby). (tbh if clamp is allowed to sprinkle their fave gays in all their universes so am i, except they aint secondary characters there, every story is just theirs. love that concept.)(itll be so long you’re getting a whole novel even if i have to post it in two posts)

So~ Em twos. Dari n Wei-wei as I call em, or Dumbass n Egg if you wanna get friendly.

They’re my proudest instance of “oops i made a squad of characters, and two of them just accidentally were so perfectly compatible and complementary oh no I guess they’re in love now.” And then they became my favourite. Cause I guess their potential was too much (jk its bc they hot)

cuties.

I spent ten minutes wondering which to introduce first cause dang son, I want to talk bout them both so much shefjgfdg

First, as I technically designed him first (like ten minutes before the other), my man weiwei. if u ever saw my art its impossible that you havent seen him at least once. cause i’m legit always drawing him. cause im in love bro.

Demonstration : here are my computer scribbled weiweis of 2020 so far (with a few daris there n there they’re a package deal), that i could find, and they do not include all the paper sketches that i’m too lazy to take pics of. (i just been drawing him with so much hair these days that’s illegal, his brand is baldness)

But anyway, he’s CHEN Chia-Wei, he’s 21, he’s Taiwanese n I love him. Two very important facets of his character when you meet him: he doesn’t talk, and is absolutely, in every single dimension, built to make you fall head over heels for him.

He’s (in the “canon” storyline if i may call it that since it’s def not my most developed one but oh well) an art student, mostly paints but is also great at photography and videography (his vibe is busy hectic pieces with strong bold colours, lots of harsh edges, and very people focused).

Aside from that, he’s also super into fashion, and because he’s part of the rich boy squad (the “im broke so im giving half my characters wealth in compensation) he Can and Does exhibit some quite funky fits when he feels like it. (maybe a reason I draw him a lot, since my fave thing is pretty boys in weird ass clothes)(and then i also draw him in just casual shit cuz tittiful men in plain white tees you know. there’s just something about it.)

Small compilation of outfits. ft me and my band handwriting roasting outfits that id also kill to own but ok u know.

He digs music. (i make playlists for my OCs and i gotta say, his is the best one, i spent so many hours researching it, “arranging” it etc n its still a work in progress but dude. she got many moods my fave part is when it suddenly turns into so many cheesy ballads also she’s enormous cause im as wordy in playlists as I am in writing.) listens to a lot, n also he can play piano n guitar. cause you know. heartthrobs got to win your heart with a song (and if he’s alone he can even mumble some songs, who knows maybe even sing em softly, definitly a sight to stumble on accidentally). Big main artists that have his vibes are Hello Nico, No Party for Cao Dong, n Circa Waves’s “what’s it like over there” album.

He does a lot of sports. He ain’t fit through magic, rip to him. He’s got a serious routine, and it’s a time he likes to use alone, cause nothing like running at the break of dawn, alone with your thoughts, which you can just easily forget through the exhaustion of a workout session afterwards.

he also eats. A lot. Food is just good, bro. (the canon story is def happening some place europe aka his biggest struggle is how expensive food is here. outrageous.)

He secretly loves super cheesy movies. the dramatic romcoms??? the cute shows that are just so cute and worriless?? anything involving soulmates??? yeh dude. he watches it, he reads it, he listens to it, and he may cry about it, but no one will know. That’s the one true guilty pleasure. (and he definitly has a collection of romance dvds, books n manhuas in his old room back at the family home. where no one can see it. perks of studying abroad. no one can see ur hoarding of material that clashes your image. “yes i watch edgy experimental things haha yes i love those smart people movies of course wow the philosophy…” and then immediatly goes to watch the trashiest predictable but oh so sweet dramas all night)

While he doesn’t speak (as in with the mouth) he can communicate in a bunch of language, due to having moved around quite a bit. On top of his native mandarin and hokkien, he’s fluent in English, so he can use those to write, and is also fluent in TSL, and pretty good in HKSL (and from that, other close-in-syntax sign languages). So he doesn’t have trouble getting around, but then he is also overall quiet in public (with close friends and over text though, that’s another story, that’s where he gets chattier, and also where you may get more of his true personality). Also, he can speak with his sister. That’s pretty cool bro.

I was going to say he’s a very “hides his true colours under a shell” type of character but you know, for an egg character, that’s pretty ironic. We love poetic cinema.

He presents himself as a very laid back, chill detached dude, going with the flow and all that great stuff, and masterfully mixes just the right doses of mysterious, flirty and calm to just go around vibing. But ain’t that jUST THE MILLENIAL’S ILLNESS, those dANG KIDS, going around, gettin relationships but never intimacy 👏😢 (there’s more to it dont leave)

First of all, before you see the Drama, the Turmoil, the first thing you notice when you really do befriend him is that he’s c h i l d i s h, he gets sulky when things dont go following the plan, he gets whiny n jealous for not getting attention , he gets competitive over stupid challenges, and way too playful if you start teasing, and when he gets flustered too…you think you get cool stoic dude but actually you get a dude who’s reacting to things with way too much intensity, and boi i thought u were gon be mature what’s that why have you been pouting for three days over losing a bet come on- That’s mostly coming up when he interacts with his sister, but the closest you are to him to more of it you get to see.

He’s also an affectionate dude actually. Like physically. As in you’ll get spontaneous hugs. He’s come nap on your shoulder. That’s a perk of befriending him if you ask me.

Also he tries to look so cool, so tough haha. He’s actually a lil sensitiv boi. he gets fluffy, he gets flustered, he heart eyes. you turn around and he’s gazing at ya as if you were the whole universe. he gets a mini crisis for holding hands with his crush. ya know. he’s secretly a softie.

nerd.

Then in the “what he doesn’t show” (my fave part), where you stock all the anxieties, all the trauma… Obviously there’s a lot of anxiety here (selective muteness being a symptom of it, he hides the other ones very well) mostly fear of inadequacy, of abandonement and of loneliness. mmmmmmmaybe that’s why he was v reticent to continue pursuing that one guy he was into when he realised he was just a tad too into him oh no is that some,, like?? some lovey-love?? cant have that im afraid of gettin heartbroken bro. Aint that sad for a someone who’s one true goal is just findin someone to love and to be with forever, the struggles of yearnin for a soulmate when there’s nothing you fear more than getting attached to a person and letting them see you and your flaws.., delicious.

Now tho (because its so alone speaking about a character on their own and i just wanna get to the part where i can speak bout em together and how they bring out bits of each others ya kno, the good kush….), Dari…

He’s pretty, i must say, and got the funniest hair to draw, and comes from the most opposite background to weiwei’s.

Darian Andriev PARVANOV, also 21, comes from the remote Bulgarian countryside, but i still love him (this makes it sound as if i wouldnt normally love someone from the bulgarian countryside. its not what i meant. by default ud remind me of my son so you’d start being liked if u came from the bulgarian countryside) Now for the first instance of “wow, the complementarity”. The first thing i thought making Dari was that he looked too cool, and that he obviously was a dumbass, and mostly that he was physically unable to shut up. (o fuck he’s me)

best picture i could find of him. He’s got the dilemma of “wow he looked so pretty n cool until he opened his mouth” 

He’s ALSO an art student (cause they were initially created for the purpose of filling the gap of “i have ocs in every field except the one i sorta know that’s so stupid”), painting major (def vibes differently than weiwei though, he’s doing those soft pretty landscapes n flowers, everything real pretty and peaceful, we got some impressionism nerd in here folks). 

He was/is a real country boy, farm family, he helped tend the fields, he worked in plantations for pocket money, he knows how to take care of cattle and chicken and goats and all the cool babies you can take care of, he can tell whether the soil is good or not, he can drive a tractor, and doesnt fear dirt.

but then also he’s kind of a neat freak, he hates getting paint on himself, so the duality of man, dirt ok but paint? disgostin. his spaces are real neat and spotless, he likes cleaning (its relaxing) and does it nearly too often.

his dumbassery comes from lack of common sense and impulsiveness, aside from that he’s actually what you’d call “mad smart”, dude had em good grades, he can memorise pages upon pages of the most trivial information, he has an accumulation of knowledge beyond limits, and is good at problem solving. so he can recite all the words of the F letter of the dictionnary, but would also put a curling iron in his mouth to see if it would curl his tongue. (side note, he does have a problem with heat n fire, most his “oopsie how i wound up hurting myself on acccident” story involve burning -that stove was just too tempting…)

while he doesnt feel very attached to his home country, he does feel strongly for his family. he’d do anything for his mum (and actually does everything to make her proud already, that’s his one main goal), and he’s ready to sacrifice a lot for her (as in, spend years working non-stop a really uncomfortable job so his mother wouldnt have to pay a cent of his expenses even though she said she could by doing some sacrifices herself,and then being ready to come back as soon as needed if anything happened, and potentially drop his career and dream n go back to the farm life to provide for mama)(also he still does hold onto some parts of his home country’s traditions, and does sometimes feel homesick but more in a ‘i left the most beautiful landscapes n the city feels cramped and claustrophobic and i dont know people and i dont feel in the right place cuz im a forreigner with a thicc accent who doesnt master the language of this place and straight up have different body language communicators due to cultural difference oh lord i wanna be home where a nod means no and a head shake is yes i keep misunderstanding everything”)

if you want background noise he’s the perfect pal to call over, he’s just so chatty, he got hours and hours of non stop speech ready for you. you can shut him up once you’re done listening with the offering of food. works everytime.

he’s definitly not shy. neither in terms of talking to people, nor when it comes to making decisions. he’s quite bold, and rarely hesitates to go towards something he wants. he’s direct in his approach to most everything.

he likes partying. mostly the socialising part, talkin to people is just fun ya feel. and being in the crowd, doing whatever, pressure free? ya can dance n enjoy yourself, and people wont notice? yeah that’s nice. but doesnt do it super often cause broke bitches aint got the party time n budget. 

he likes arm. (just an excuse for me to drop this thing here cuz i like it)

While he’s an overall bubbly looking character, with a cheery loud personnality, he does carry some youth trauma that has him more reticent to engage in happiness, he comes from what you could call “not the wokest background” and he may have fallen victim of it : he’s kind of a flashy noticeable character, both physically and in his personnality, and doesnt exactly matches the expectations of dudes in the area he comes from (delicate, emotional and sweet guy? that doesnt exist bro). He went through it, and it has definitly had some impact on his confidence in many aspects. But he’s 100% the type of guy to put on the fake happy front because if feeling bad is sad, making the people you care about sad for you too is Unacceptable Right??? relying on friends?? what???

But then what are we supposed to be doing with such charming characters huh,,, 

Make them fall in love obviously.

Their story obviously has to do with falling in love and workin a relationship cause if I dont write romance i literally die, but I make the center pivot of all of it communication, and barriers in communications. Most obvious being them coming from wildly different cultures, having different native languages, and also the ways you adapt to muteness (what i love most bout that part is even then they fucked up given the easiest quickest small body language things to communicate are head nods n then i managed to make one come from the one country that reverses those like iconic how do they even understand each other -through a lot of work and love bro) but also on more “introspective” points, how to say things that you are even afraid to think about, how to open up and share your burdens and trauma with someone, how to say words you’ve been convinced you weren’t allowed to, the inner turmoil of communication in short. And then also communication through art, and through alternative unusual ways. If i were snobbish i could call it something like “a thinkpieces on how humans overcome obstacles in communication, and adapt, all for the sake of pursuing love” but fact is its mostly boys being in love n learning how to speak, figuratively and also quite literally. And also its me having fun with making characters evolve from each other, be able to influence each other for the better, helping each other be more comfortable with themselves and express the true things of their personnality, and discover new aspects. I just wanna write intense and soulful love bro.

So in less concept and more facts, weiwei meets dari, dari being his puppy self just immediatly strikes a conversation and weiwei gets interested cause “oho nice pretty boy? very good. i want some of that”. they get closer because you cant fight off the Power of friendship (and also the power of “what your friend is bestie with my friend?? guess we hanging out”) and then friendship and interest turns into pining, held back by respective dread of what romance with the other would mean (as in “romance?? cant have that we cant feel” and “with him?? cant do that, convince yourself he’s just a friend immediatly what would the family think”) but eventually they do have to just crash into one another cause that’s just the gravitational pull bro, its physics bro. and from then on its all unlearning destructive behaviours, bettering oneself with the help of the other, and getting over trauma to finally live ur best life. and gettin fckin married bro they’re both cheeseballs theyll wanna wed

BUT MAKING EM FALL IN LOVE ONCE ISNT ENOUGH time to make 3894853 alternate universes about em.

Lets speak bout my fave of those for a hot second.

First of all, the one of the art that brought this ask, guess i could call it “Pretty Tribes” AU, bunch of tribes live and do their things, having nature and energy powers. Dari n Weiwei’s tribes are bros, the latter’s powers needing them to move around to get energy from different places, enabling them different abilities. So basically they get to hang at the other’s place while the regenerate energy from there, and in exchange they help them out with various tasks (dari’s tribe is a rly farmer oriented one, with plant magic, while weiwei’s got more poyvalent powers, and have very good healers notably, so it comes in handy). The two boys were born a few months apart in their respective tribes, so naturally, anything the two clans meet, they’re put together to play and all, and from that they became besties, and each time they meet, after the gaps of time separating the two groups, they feel more and more of a little something else~ story is themed round growing up, friendship between clans, their traditions and cultures, and pretty boys in pretty clothes in pretty landscapes interacting with nature.

The superpower AU, i fuckin love it bro. Its an old one, made for other characters, but i just love it so much that i had to inject my faves in it. Its got a grimy ugly setting, bad government, propaganda, and fights between super-people (heavily mediatised for entertainment and reinforcing the idea that “look at these evil villains thank god us the good government protects you from them”), with a side of bad ethics in science. In all that, those two have the role of “those two young enemy warrior and villain, they were so powerful and fought so hard”, public figures, legendary and admired by both sides, everyone followed their fights, til one day they presumably died in one of their showdowns. (haha sike they actually found themselves talking for 5 seconds and realised they lived in a society, n built a plan to run away). The main characters get to find they’re alive because one of em had history with super-warrior-golden-boy and go to seek their help to overthrow the Big Bads. (stealing them from their nice gay cottage hermit life smh so rude)

Mermaids. I like those. Sailor weiwei sees merman dari, they both save each other in different occasions, they grow fascinated with each other, they’re at sea, water romance. Amazing. AU made half cuz i just like water n fish. and shirtless sailors.

(i couldnt find art of it in five minutes so have a link to that lil animatic piece i made of it once)

Indie band AU, where i was listening to songs that vibe so well with those two in general n then my brain was like “what if they’re the ones playing”. They’re (along with the rest of the art squad) a nice little alternative rock band, doing their thing, then one of their songs blows up, and they get quite the attention, to the dismay of dari who wrote that song in a moment of “oh no im so in love with my bandmate but i cant tell him what if i ruin everything we have going on ill just have to love from afar and deal with that” and now has way too many people interested in who he wrote it about and theorising from his every move when performing it (a mix of music, secret crushes and social media) (ft a picture of neither of them but its the least ugly art i found of this AU cuz its old and instruments are the bane of my existence)(also kelana is so pretty i gotta flaunt her around)

in kind of the same vibe, as in we’re in a music world overexposed to social media, i also integrated em to an AU i did for fun, “boyband AU” as its called aka idol based band system cuz you kno, i got a hobby, lets apply it. Band boy Dari and bodyguard Weiwei got a thing going on, but can’t really act on it in any way, because they’d just destroy the whole band if it ever came public. Featuring annoying bandmates, catchy pop songs and people making fanaccounts of that one hot Mr.Bodyguard cause dang he hot.

(all the art of this one so ugly im sorry)

SPY AU, one of my fave brand. They spies, they get assigned on the same mission, they work real nice with each other. spies hot. fights. strategy. i just like the concept. Gays taking down the worst traffics imaginable??? I love that song.(i actually have so much on this cause s p i e s are fuckin great)

Fashion. U kNOW i have an AU for fashion. Supermodel and his private stylist, trying to maintain the line of professionalism. And failing to do so. Lets make out in unpractical designer clothes.

Have an highschool AU for a bunch of characters, injected them as “spinoff”, start chatting online being art buddies, fall in love without meeting (ft. all the iconics of internet friendship like knowing tiny details of their personnalities but not the fact that they have a sister or “waIT ur a GUY i thought u were a girl wow wild good news for my gay ass”)

n those are my faves as far as i remember, i got a fuckton of small other ones that arent fleshed out enough, or some that are more of a guilty pleasure universe, and some that are more like “projects that i can expend on as soon as i run out of daydream material” (like u kno those hospital drama shows with super innacurate medicine n shit like idk scrubs or whatever, yeh i want some of that but im keeping it for later)

[wolfpawn]

I Hate You, I Love You, Chapter 53

Chapter Summary - Tom goes to the hospital to get Danielle released, their conversations leading to some revelations on a few fronts.

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Danielle curled up in the bed, shivering with only a hospital gown on under her rough hospital blankets, wondering how she went from being excited for Christmas to lying alone in a hospital bed. She thought about the day that was about to come, and how she hoped to wake up next to Tom, him kissing her shoulder as she had become used to in the mornings, and more than likely have a little fun, before they would get washed and dressed, then going to his mother’s for a big hot breakfast and watching as his niece happily showed them the presents she had received from Santa before finally giving him his present, knowing he would more than likely enjoy it, now, all she could look forward to was a bowl of half soggy cereal, in a hospital room, but at least she would not be utterly alone, something she feared at home. She wondered if Tom had tried to call her, or if he bothered, he was getting to see his family again, alone, something she knew he adored and without the cameras of his time there with Taylor, she knew it would be all the better.

“Of course, sir, I will get a doctor to see if that can be done. It’s the third room on the right.”

Danielle was still staring at the wall when the door opened further, not noticing that there was someone after entering the room. “Elle?”

She turned around, somewhat dazed. When she noticed Tom in the doorway, she frowned. “What are you doing here?”

“What am...what the hell are you doing here? Why the fuck didn’t you call me?” he asked, rushing over to her, checking her over for obvious injuries.

“How did you find out I was here?”

“Paul came to mum’s, apparently you told him there was no one to care for you, why the fuck would you say that?” His concern was beginning to turn to anger on seeing she was alright but had not thought it a good idea to let him know what had happened. “Why didn’t you call me? Why is your phone turned off? I have been calling you for hours, I have been worried sick.”

“Why?”

“Why...Elle, what is going on? I had no idea where you were, you have been gone all day, and then Mac turns up at the house, locked into the garden and there was still no sign of you, then Paul arrived at mums and said you were injured, why wouldn’t I be?”

“I didn’t want to annoy you,” she stated sheepishly.

“Annoy...how the fuck is that annoying me?” he shook his head.

“You were enjoying time with your family.”

“Elle, what the hell is going on?”

“I wanted to give you time alone with them, you said it was great to have time alone with them again.” her eyes began to fill with tears and her voice broke a little.

“Elle,” Tom pulled her to him, kissing her head as he did. “A few hours catching up with my sisters does not mean I did not want you there, I spent most of that time wishing you were. I kept at you to join us.”

“I didn’t want to intrude.”

“Elle, you are part of the family, don't you get that? And not because of me, Mum has had you join us every year since you came over, why did you think this one was different?”

“Emma said to give you space, that she wanted time alone with you, so to back off for a while.”

“Wait, what?” Tom pulled her back to look at her face. “She said what?”

“When you and Sarah went for the walk, she came over and told me that if I cared about her at all, to just back off so you could spend time together, to prove I wasn't like the others that used her to get to you,” she explained. Tom’s eyes widened and his nostrils flared, it startled Danielle when he began to shake slightly. “Tom?”

“I am going to kill her.”

“She is just upset, she wanted time with you.”

“She made you feel like you could not ring me to tell me you were injured and in hospital and that you felt that you couldn’t be around me...is that why you were listening to sad songs and avoiding me?” she didn’t answer. “Get dressed, a doctor is coming to sign you out. I am staying in yours with you, in fact, I am not leaving you out of my sight until we are sure you don’t have a concussion and you are going to be at mums tomorrow, just like every other Christmas, that brat and her false apologies be damned,” he growled.

“She apologised?”

“She can’t have fucking meant it if she told you to stay away.”

“When?”

“What?”

“When did she apologise?”

“Today, earlier.”

“She said those other things yesterday.”

“Which meant she could not have meant what she said today.”

“No, it means that she calmed, that she could have,” Danielle argued.

“Do not defend her, she doesn’t deserve it.” he snarled.

A knock on the door caused them both turn to look, a slightly concerned looking doctor faced them. “Sorry to interrupt.”

“Perfect timing.” Danielle smiled. “Where do I sign?”

“I need to check you over.” the doctor stated, looking warily at Tom.

“Well, I will tell you what I told Doctor Pennycook in A and E said, I am not suffering any clear symptoms of a concussion. I will be apparently chaperoned everywhere,” she gave Tom a small glare but smiled with it. “As for his giving out, it’s nothing to do with me.” Tom frowned. “The doctor is worried that you are a risk to me, that your anger could in some way, be used to harm me, physically or emotionally.” Tom stared between Danielle and the doctor, his hands raised in surrender, his face a mixture of horror and disgust.

“I…” The doctor cleared his throat.

“I am an ex-paramedic, I know exactly what you're worried about.” Danielle smiled knowingly. “He is angry at someone else’s actions and is in no way aggressive, seriously, he lets people cut him off when driving and doesn’t even utter something.”

“I see.” the doctor inhaled deeply and in doing so, his whole demeanour seemed to change and a smile of relief and understanding came to his face. “So, let’s see if we can let you go.”

After a few checks, the doctor confirmed that she could leave, under strict instruction to let her arm heal and a comment about how he loved Tom in the Night Manager. Tom thanked him and turned to Danielle. “Where are your clothes?” She walked over to the bag that was next to the bed. “I’ll give you a hand.” he smiled, helping her to change.

The journey back was peculiar, Tom said nothing as he drove the roads until they were almost there. “You did not tell Paul about us.”

“Is it any of his business?” she asked back, turning her head to look at him.

“Not particularly, but he…”

“Was busy talking about his lovely fiance.” she smiled.

“Fi...it’s been a few months, what fiancee? Isn’t that a tad fast.”

“Well, they need to be married before the baby begins showing.”

“Are you serious?” Tom’s brows raised. “What did you say to that?”

“What else do you say, he wanted a wife and children, now he is getting them, with a woman that seems to really like him, I said congratulations and I wished them both the best.”

“Was that not weird for you?”

“Why would it be, he is a really nice person, but he was never a fit for me, we never clicked, but he seems to have someone now who does, and honestly, I am delighted for him. Though he didn’t seem too happy with moving to Surrey; so that I feel for him on.”

“Is that how you feel about any plans for you to leave Suffolk?” Tom asked.

“No, I am not overly bothered, I only chose Suffolk for work, if I spent more than fifteen minutes outside of your house in London, I would probably have been fairly happy in that area, it seems really nice. If I love anywhere else, I am not overly tied to Suffolk. I just remember him saying he liked that he had been able to return to Suffolk after college, it’s where he’s from,” she explained. “Are you still mad at me?

“Elle,” he was about to take her hand but recalled her injury. “I am not mad at you, well, I am mad that you thought you could not ring me, and that you thought that you should be alone in hospital for Christmas, and not in my arms. Actually, yes, I am sort of mad at you, what were you thinking?”

“I didn’t want to intrude,” she stated, looking at her hands.

“Elle, you do realise I spend every day wondering if I am suffocating you, right?” she looked at him confused. “I am terrified I am going to scare you away, because I know you love your space, and that you are so capable and comfortable of being in your own company, I worry that me being around you too much is irritating you.”

“You’re not,” he glanced at her for a moment. “I missed being around you for the past two days.” He glanced again to see her looking at her lap. “It’s so pathetic,” she wiped a tear from her eye. “I mean, it shouldn't be so hard, to just give you a couple of days with your family, but I actually didn’t sleep last night, at all.” he frowned. “I sat in bed, staring at the ceiling, just wondering why it mattered so much, we have been apart before for work and, yes, I missed you, but all I could think was you were about forty feet away, and that really was so much harder than when you were in Sudan, I mean that is a continent away. ”

“Because there was distance then, so it seemed like that was a real reason for being lonely, last night there was just a few blocks of concrete,” Tom stated, sensing her looking at him as though he was after figuring out some great secret of the universe. “You think that you alone felt lonely, the difference is that I actually said something.” There was a small bite of anger in his voice. “I kept at you to join us.”

“I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you what was bothering me, and for not getting the hospital to ring you. I know I set us back a bit, but I will fix it.”

“You sound so sure of that,” he grumbled, but there was no annoyance in his voice.

“That’s because I know what I got you for Christmas.” when he took a moment to look at her at the traffic lights, she had a small hopeful smile on her face.

“That alone is not going to do it,” he warned. “But considering it’s Christmas and you are injured...a truce, until Boxing Day.” He grinned and raised a brow. As expected, Danielle made a noise at the British name for the day after Christmas day, a pet peeve of hers.

“I’m sorry, Tom.”

“I know, but it really hurts to think you were injured and regardless of Emma’s petty tantrum, you would not tell me.”

“You said you were happy to spend time alone with your family.”

Tom frowned as he processed what she was saying. “What?”

“You said you were happy to have time alone with your family,” she repeated.

“Why do you keep saying that I was glad to be alone with them like that?”

“Because that is what you said, that you were happy to be alone with them.” she snapped back.

“I don’t think I even said the word ‘alone’.”

“Yes, you did.” Tom was startled by the fact she almost shouted back at him and used the fact they were at a junction waiting to go into traffic to look at her properly for a moment, the hurt in her eyes telling him that it had occurred, and a throwaway comment on his behalf had not merely hurt her, but crushed her. “You said it, and you seemed so happy.” her voice broke as large tears streamed down her fast and heavy “so I knew I overstayed my welcome in London and that you wanted your space, and you were just being polite.” she was sobbing as she spoke, her words being forced through in gasps. “So I just smiled politely, but all I wanted was someone, anyone. I am all alone. I have no one.”

If there was a break in traffic, or cars behind him using their horns in attempts to get him to move on, Tom, at that moment, was utterly unaware of it. He just looked at Danielle in utter shock, hardly able to process what she was saying, he had no idea that she felt such a way. Not caring that they could be holding up anyone else, Tom released her seat belt and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to him. “You know that’s not true, right? You honestly think Mum or I would ever let you be truly alone?” He kissed her head. “I think you and I need to talk a little more about what is going on in our heads because we are both seemingly frightened of being overbearing and as a result are actually being unnecessarily ridiculous.”

“No, I’m not,” she muttered back indignantly.

“Elle, you were willing to spend Christmas unnecessarily in a hospital because you thought I didn’t want you around.” he pointed out. “And why do I have a feeling your little adventure earlier was because of it all too?”

“You are so narcissistic.”

“Elle…”

“I was restless.”

“Because you thought no one wanted you?” she did not reply. “Boxing day, you and I are going to have to sit down and talk, no interruptions about what is going on in that beautiful head of yours, because I think behind all the smiling, there is some little voice telling you that you are not worth as much as everyone else around you knows you are, and we are going to have to work on that.” he kissed her again. “But tonight, you need to get some rest, and tomorrow you need to try and be you again, so let’s get you home.” He stated, putting her safety belt back on and turning back to the wheel to get them back to the house.

When they arrived, he pulled into her driveway and as soon as the key was out of the ignition, he rushed out of the car to get her in home. Diana opened Danielle’s front door, showing she had gone there after Tom left and remained there until his return. “Elle.” she walked over to her, noting her upset appearance, she looked to Tom, who gave the faintest shake of his head to tell his mother to say nothing for that moment, taking the hint, she rushed the younger woman inside. “You are like ice!”

“I need a blanket.” Danielle concurred.

“You need a warm shower, come on, no arguments.” Tom insisted, as he half dragged her up the stairs. “Mum, something warm, she should have soup in the freezer,” Diana said nothing and rushed to warm some food. When they got to her room, Tom brought her to her en suite and because stripping her of her clothes. “Can that brace get wet?”

“No.” she looked at it. “It has to come off.”

“What about your arm?”

“It’s a small fracture, I just need to keep it still.” gingerly, she removed the brace and walked to the shower.

“You’re still wearing a bra.” Tom pointed out.

“Doesn’t matter.” the steamy water was almost calling to her. Tom forced her to removed the contraption as swiftly as he could, making comment on the lack of fasteners on it as he did so.

Tom’s brows rose as the water hit her skin and she left out a moan that was almost sinful. As though the water was heating her very soul. “Just stand there heating up, I will be back in a moment.” He instructed, walking out of the bathroom. As quickly as he could, he grabbed some of her fleece nightwear, soft socks and the thickest, warmest towel she owned and returned to the bathroom, having placed everything but the towel on the bed. Unsurprisingly, Danielle had not moved more than a few inches so the rest of her could be warmed by the water. Tom stripped and got in, grabbing her shampoo and using some to wash her hair before rinsing it and going for the conditioner, having studied her actions in his shower before. As the conditioner was allowed work, he lathered her in soap and washed her down, noting that there was actually mud and grass stuck to her in parts, as well as more than a few lacerations from her fall. “My poor little country mouse,” he commented as he looked at her right arm, which was badly bruised and scraped. “We will have to make sure you never go out again without telling someone exactly where you are going, promise?”

“You’d allow me to do it again?”

“I will be freaking out the entire time you are gone, but I can hardly forbid you, you are a fully grown woman, Elle,” he commented. “You just need to be more clued in,” he stated as he gently rinsed her arm, she hissed as he got her to raise her hand to get the soap off. “It is more bruised than anything,” he noted. Danielle simply leant in against his chest, her eyes closed. “Miss me that much?” he chuckled.

“Yes,” she looked up at him. “My bed doesn’t have a smell of you in it.”

“A smell of me, talk about making a man self-conscious.” Tom laughed. “Well, my old bed doesn’t have a smell of you either, and as such, was in no way inviting last night, so let’s get out of here and work on getting more of a smell of me in your bed, shall we?” nodding tiredly, Danielle did as suggested, Tom wrapping her warmly before putting another towel around his waist and bringing her out to her room to get dressed, ensuring to help her dry. “What about your wrist?” he asked, seeing wince as her t-shirt rubbed off it.

“Leave it dry naturally.” she insisted, walking over to the bed.

“You have to eat Elle.”

“I will, in a minute.” she yawned, getting in. “Will you really stay?”

“I have to, I can’t let you be alone.”

“I know, you promised the doctor.”

“No, not because of that Elle,” she frowned at him, “Because you need me to be here now, to show you you’re not alone.”

“I’m sorry I’m needy.”

“You’re not needy, you’re a human being that needs to be around those who love her, same as all the rest of us.” he corrected. “I am going to get your soup, I’ll be right back.”

“Okay.” she curled up, getting comfy, relieved to be warm again.

Tom walked downstairs and went to the kitchen. “How is she?” Diana half demanded.

“Tired, sore and in the strangest place in her head.”

“How so?”

“She thought I didn’t want her, mum, that I wanted her to be twenty feet away and not be near her. She genuinely thought that she was going to be alone for Christmas, that being in a hospital was better than being at home because at least there, she would have company,” he explained. “What am I doing so wrong that she would think that. I am clearly failing her somehow.”

“Thomas William Hiddleston, you are not failing her, you are just not seeing something.” Diana snapped, getting her son’s undivided attention. “Danielle works like a cart-horse, and why does a woman, not yet thirty slave away like that? Not for fun, but because she is doing everything in her power to block out the sense of loneliness of being an only child who lost not one, but both her parents in the space of two years. She runs from her loneliness, and now she finally has someone to love again and she felt as though that is too good to be true, because that is what you are darling, and she reacted foolishly. She is human, and from time to time, she will make mistakes; do not get angry with her for that much Tom, she can't help it, we all are such ways from time to time.”

“What, I am not angry with her.”

“You say that, but the hurt in your voice says otherwise, you are angry that she felt she could not come to you, and that is understandable, but speak of it tomorrow or the day after, not when she is so tired and worn.”

“I planned on such, after tomorrow.”

“Good.” Diana smiled, “Clear the air, spend some time doing something small together tomorrow, enjoy one another’s company.” She looked out the door. “Where is she?”

“In bed, she is exhausted.”

“Get this into her.” Diana showed him the heated food. “She needs it.”

“I will. Thank you, Mum.”

Diana leant up and kissed his cheek. “Get some rest, we will talk in the morning.” she smiled as she walked out of the kitchen. “Take care of her darling, she is a good one.”

“I know, mum, I figured that one out myself.”

“It took you long enough,” she commented, leaving the house for the night.

As Tom grabbed his phone, he heard a knock on the door, thinking it was his mum after forgetting something, he rushed out, to see Emma standing there. “Yes?” He asked coldly, recalling what Danielle had said.

“Is she alright?”

“She’s fine, she needs to rest.”

“Can I talk to her?”

“No,” Emma frowned. “You can have your little guilt trip a little longer.”

“Tom…”

“You told her to back off, you used her loyalty to your friendship as a ploy to get her to isolate herself. Tomorrow, there will be smiles and laughter, but come Boxing Day, you are going to give Elle the apology she deserves, you have lost any moral high ground you thought you had in this,” he growled. “Now, if you don’t mind, Danielle is cold, hungry and exhausted, so I am going back to bed. Goodnight Emma,” he closed the door in her face and rushed back up the stairs to deal with Danielle.

[jaeminlore]

Heartbeat // Dong Sicheng

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the prompt: can i have a story where sicheng is hospitalized and you are his nurse and his cardiac monitor always goes into overdrive when you check up on him?

words: 2480

category: fluff

author note: you guys don’t understand Sicheng was my first nct bias from the moment he asked taeyong for ice cream i was in love and my heart is still so soft for him.

- destinee

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“Y/n!”

You looked up from your place in front of the reception desk, where you had been chatting with Doyoung, the receptionist.

“Doctor Ji.” You bowed. “How can I help?”

Hansol handed you a clipboard. “You’ve got a new patient. I’ve just finished his surgery and he hasn’t woken up yet. He lost a bit more blood than I usually see in appendix surgery, but other than a little weakness he shouldn’t have any sever symptoms.”

You nodded while you read over the patient’s form. “Dong Sicheng?”

“Yeah,” Hansol said. “He’s in room 423. You’ll need to check his bandages every night before he sleeps and every morning when e wakes up to make sure the stitches aren’t leaking. He’ll be here for a few days, so make him feel comfortable.”

“Got it.” You left Hansol to get his next patient and made your way to the elevator. While you waited for the contraption to take you to the fourth floor, you read over the form again. You found out that Sicheng was around your age, and he had some anxieties entering the surgery.

Hansol usually gave you to patients who were nervous or frightful. Usually, you got children, but it wasn’t too rare to see an adult every once and awhile.

The elevator dinged, and you walked onto the fourth floor. After locating the room, you entered and were surprised to see four visitors in there already.

Each boy watched you while you walked into the room. First, you filled out the whiteboard on the wall opposite of the hospital bed.

“I’m Y/n, I’ll be Sicheng’s nurse for the next few days,” you told the boys.

They introduced themselves as Taeyong, Yuta, Mark, and Kun; Sicheng’s best friends.

You ignored them, since they were sitting out of the way, squished on the sofa and playing on their phones. Instead of worrying about the amount of people in the room, you began to check Sicheng’s vitals and pulse, making sure everything was regulated.

While you checked his pulse, you found yourself staring at the sleeping boy’s face. He looked innocent and sweet, like some kind of fairy or elf who jumped out of a fantasy novel. His eyelashes were dark and long. They rested on his cheekbones with a length that made you jealous.

Your eyes trailed to his lips. They were dry and chapped, probably from lack of water. You made a mental note to bring in some water for the boy, in case he woke up parched.

“So, how long will he be here?” One of the boys, Kun, asked you.

“Three days tops,” you answered.

The boys exchanged looks.

“What?” You asked. “It’s procedure.”

Yuta smiled at you, “We understand. It’s just that Sicheng really doesn’t like hospitals, and we can’t be with him for three days.”

“We have school and jobs,” Mark explained. Each boy nodded in agreement.

You smiled, touched at their worry for their friend. “I’ll be with him the whole time,” you assured them. “If he gets overwhelmed, I’ll be here to calm him down.”

You left after a few minutes to check on other patients, asking the boys to press the call button when he woke up.

Just as you were going to walk back to check on him, the beeper from Sicheng’s room went off.

You walked in, smiling at how the boys had already moved the bed into a sitting position for Sicheng.

He looked confused. Of course the anesthesia was still wearing off, so it was normal.

You walked into his vision. “Hello, Sicheng, I’m your nurse, Y/n-”

Your voice was cut of by the beep beep beep of the heart monitor.

You frowned at the erratic rise and fall of the boy’s heartbeat and shooed the other boys out of the way so you could recheck his pulse.

While you checked his pulse, the heart monitor only got louder. “Your heartbeat is irregular,” you said, frowning at the monitor. You turned to the boy, whose cheeks were flushed. Probably aftereffects of the anesthesia, you told yourself. “Is that normal?”

The boy continued to stare at you, his mouth opening to say something. Then, as if he changed his mind last minute, he clamped his mouth shut and opted for shaking his head instead.

You hummed and wrote a few things down as the monitor slowly went back to normal. “I’m going to go show this to Dr. Ji. Try to drink some water while I’m gone, okay?”

You smiled at Sicheng, only to frown when the monitor sped up again.

-

“It can’t be normal, can it?” You questioned the doctor.

Hansol bit his thumbnail, staring at the rates you had written down. “I can’t say it’s normal, but it’s definitely not dangerous. His blood pressure probably rose due to stress from the surgery. He might just be overwhelmed. I don’t think it’s anything to worry about even if it happens again.”

“Okay,” you said, still skeptical.

-

That night, you walked into Sicheng’s room. He was your last patient to take care of before you were able to go home and get some well deserved rest.

You made Sicheng your last stop on purpose because you felt he needed more care than your other patients. He seemed more dependent, and he gave you the instinct to take care of him moreso than the others.

“Hello,” you said softly as you entered his room.

He was alone since his friends left him earlier when visiting hours were over.

Once again, his heart monitor began to get louder. “That’s really not supposed to happen.” You shrugged, sending Sicheng a reassuring smile. “Luckily, Dr. Ji said it was nothing to worry about.”

Sicheng smiled back, but was quick to turn away when you made eye contact.

Okay, so maybe he was shy. That is going to make this next question pretty awkward. “Well, I need to check your stitches and replace your bandages, so can you lift your shirt for me?”

Cheeks pink, he obliged and lifted the simple white t-shirt he was wearing. You were somewhat surprised to see the slender body of a dancer. Choosing not to get distracted by his abs, you sat down beside him and began to peel his bandages off gently. Your cold fingers brushed against his warm abdomen every once in awhile, causing him to shiver and you to frequently apologize.

The heart monitor went off again. You let out a breathy chuckle. “Don’t be nervous, okay? I’m sure your stitches are fine.”

After examining the wound, you smiled triumphantly. “See? I told you there was nothing to worry about. You’re doing great.”

Sicheng smiled back, mumbling a small, Thanks.“

“No problem,” you said. “Now try to get some sleep. I’ll be here tomorrow morning to make sure your stitches didn’t get messed up while you were sleeping, alright.”

“Alright,” he said.

“Goodnight, Sicheng,” you said quietly before leaving the room.

The heart monitor hadn’t stopped rising the whole time you were there.

-

The next afternoon, during lunch, you sat behind the reception desk with Doyoung. “I’m telling you, Doyoung, I’ve never seen someone’s heart beat so erratically before. All of his other vitals are normal. He’s just got an anxious heart, I guess?”

Doyoung looked intrigued. “That is weird. Maybe he’s nervous about being alone. Maybe he’s a big scaredy cat.”

“He is not!” You argued, feeling defensive over your patient. “I think he’s just not used to hospitals. His friends said he didn’t like them.”

Doyoung smirked, “Why so defensive, Y/n?”

“I’m not,” you said, although the blush on your face said differently. “He’s my patient, so I’m just taking care of him.”

“He’s also your age and he’s handsome, isn’t he?” Doyoung asked.

“Shut up.” You blushed, throwing your trash away and going to visit Sicheng.

-

Sicheng ate his sandwich peacefully and listened to Kun tell him what he missed in class.

He wasn’t really listening. In fact, all he could listen to was the calm beating of his heart and the steady beeping of the monitor.

Oh, why did he have to embarrass himself in front of you? Luckily, you were too focused on your job to see that Sicheng had a huge crush on you.

Ever since he saw you walk up to him with that comforting smile on your face, he couldn’t help but find you attractive. It wasn’t his fault his heart was just a tad bit overexcited and alerted the monitor.

Now your presence just made him more nervous, which upped the heart monitor even more. In the end, you must’ve thought he was some kind of nervous wreck.

Really, he had no idea how to break it to you that your pretty face and kind attitude was the reason the heart monitor was so chaotic.

Speaking of you, you walked in then. The heart monitor picked up again, but this time very slowly.

Sicheng glared at his lap, forcing his heartbeat to slow down.

One breath in, one breath out.

“Hello, Sicheng,” you greeted.

He lifted his head. His eyes traced over your soft features, landing on your lips as you talked. They looked soft, pink, and hopelessly kissable.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

Sicheng’s head darted to the monitor. He licked his lips nervously, afraid you would finally put the pieces together.

Instead, you merely groaned and slapped the monitor. “I swear this thing is broken. You can’t be that nervous.”

Kun snickered from the sofa. “Maybe it isn’t nerves.”

Sicheng shot him a look of warning. Kun quickly shut his mouth and stood up. “I’m going to go get lunch. I’ll be back soon.”

You bid him goodbye as Sicheng simply glared at his retreating figure.

“So,” you brought him out of his glaring episode. “It looks like you’ll be discharged tomorrow afternoon, as long as your stitching doesn’t leak. So far you’ve been good, though, so I wouldn’t worry about it.”

Sicheng inwardly cursed. He really didn’t want to leave. As much as he hated hospitals and their creepy vibe, you made it much more bearable. He wanted to keep seeing you outside of the hospital. In order for this to happen, he would have to give you his number or actually speak to you in phrases more than one word long.

“Any complications?” You asked.

Sicheng shook his head.

“Okay, then I’ll be back tonight to check your stitches. Get some rest.” You patted his leg in a friendly gesture, but Sicheng’s heart didn’t seem to think that way.

Sicheng held his breath, trying anything to keep the monitor down. His efforts were fruitless, and he ended up making the monitor beep louder from pure nerves.

“We have to get that thing fixed,” you mumbled as you left the room.

Sicheng let out a sigh of relief and fell back onto his pillow. He stared up at the ceiling, wondering if he would be able to see you just once without making an embarrassment of himself.

-

“Sicheng,” you whispered at the sleeping figure.

When he didn’t stir, you decided he needed the sleep. You would check the stitches while he was sleeping.

Being careful to try and keep him from waking up, you slowly lifted his shirt. While you were unwrapping the bandages, Sicheng’s hand suddenly grabbed your wrist.

You glanced up to see him awake and staring at you, somewhat confused. “What are you doing?”

His voice was rough from just waking up, and his gaze was confused and curious.

“I’m checking your stitches,” you whispered back. “You can go back to sleep, I’m almost done.”

“Okay,” he sighed.

As soon as he closed his eyes, you began to take his bandage off. His hand stayed on your wrist, tightening when you had to pull the tape up.

You quickly checked the stitches and replaced his bandage. Then you glanced at his hand, wrapped tightly around your wrist.

With effort, you peeled off his fingers one by one until you were released from his hold.

You stood up, ready to leave, only to stop and stare at the boy. His bangs were in need of a trim, and before you could stop yourself, you were brushing them off of his forehead.

The heart monitor went off and you jumped in alarm. You would really have to replace that before the next patient came in.

-

Sicheng woke up early, perhaps thanks to the many naps he had taken the day before.

He cleaned up the best he could, brushing his teeth and changing out of his pajamas and into some black skinny jeans and a gray hoodie.

He was tying up his sneakers when you entered.

“Hi, Sicheng. Eager to leave, are we?” You laughed.

Upon hearing your laughter, Sicheng’s heart sped up. Only, he had disconnected himself from the monitor to use the restroom, so you would never know.

“Let’s check your final vitals and see your stitches, then I’ll get Dr. Ji to discharge you.” You took his pulse and checked his blood pressure and temperature.

Used to the process, he lifted his hoodie next. You checked his stitches quickly. “You’re good,” you told him, smiling. “One more thing though.”

You pulled off the blue stethoscope that hung around your neck. “I want to check your heart rate personally to get a correct rate.”

“Don’t!” Sicheng quickly denied you access by grabbing both of your wrists. “It’s normal, I promise.”

“I’ll feel better if I do it,” you told him. “Why are you against it?”

Knowing he couldn’t argue, he lifted his hoodie once again. He allowed you to place the cold steel on his chest.

He knew his heart was beating out of his chest. He winced at the thought of you hearing it so well through that stupid stethoscope.

“Wow,” you said, pulling the stethoscope out of your ears. “Maybe you just have a naturally erratic heart rate.”

“Maybe,” Sicheng agreed. Then he thought better of it, knowing this could be the last time he would get to see you if he didn’t take the change. “Actually, Y/n, my heart monitor kept going off for a different reason.”

You looked surprised. “Oh? Why didn’t you tell me before?”

“It’s embarrassing.” Sicheng looked up to see your expression curious. “The reason my heart monitor kept speeding up was because you’re really cute and nice and my heartbeat quickens whenever you’re near.”

He ducked his head in shame, afraid to see your reaction.

You surprised him by laughing joyfully. “Aw, Sicheng. To be honest, my heartbeat quickens a little when I see you, too.”

“Really?” Sicheng asked, skeptical.

“Really,” you assured him. “To prove it to you, do you want to go get coffee after your discharge? I have a small break soon.”

“Okay,” Sicheng agreed. He inwardly thanked his heartbeat for being so crazy.

~the end~

[sicklylittlesnowflake]

(So this is a j/ughead snzfic fic I wrote for @smellhole!! Here's a fic in which it's j/ug's birthday and he's sick and he's not having a good time below the cut!! also if u don't like mess..don't read this I'm sorry lol also there’s like an unnecessary deh reference again pls stop me)

Birthdays are meant to be the one day a year people are meant to feel special, loved and appreciated. Just one day a year, and Jughead still couldn't have that.

His birthday as it passed every year would only be a hard hitting reminder that he wasn't happy, and that he couldn't be like the other kids. No matter how much he tried to connect and be a part of something, he couldn't because he simply wasn't wired to be able to do that. He felt this disconnect from the rest of the world.

Jughead yearned and was desperate for a happy birthday like the ones his friends had, eating cake and dancing to music and being treated like royalty by their parents. Just for one day a year, but year after year Jughead had learned that such a thing would never come to him. Instead, his mother would start yelling at his father for spending too much on a birthday present or whatever else would go wrong. His home would feel less like a home each year until eventually it was gone. His birthday became something he despised.

This time of the year, Jughead always got extremely depressed. He'd often crawl into dark, cramped spaces to himself, realising how lonely and unhappy he was, and how desperate he was to connect and feel like a part of something because his family life always made him feel like he couldn't. He'd withdraw into himself, distancing himself when he needed company the most.

Finding a place to withdraw and hide this year was even easier, when he was living in a school cupboard.

It was a grim reminder of what his life had become, and in a sick way Jughead found it a little bit funny. His whole life was practically a joke. He'd joke about how he didn't belong anywhere, how he was weird, and he valued his identity and his independence. There was still that part of him desperately calling, from the outside looking in wanting a home because he simply never had one.

Sleep was hard to achieve, due to the cataclysmic state of his troubled mind and the biting, immense cold of the school cupboard that kept his body shaking. His mind would finally slow down enough so his body could finally drift off to sleep, allowing him to escape just for a little bit.

Jughead woke up, slowly regaining his senses as he felt an ache in his bones from the unforgiving hard floor, and suddenly he became aware of a growing tickle brewing within his nose.

Jughead gasped as his body was taken over by the upcoming sneeze, his breath hitching as his nostrils quivered in anticipation, and was left hanging there for a hot second until he finally sneezed.

"hhehhtsHHiEWW! hahh..hhahhTSCHOO!..f..fuhh..hhrrRSCHHOO! hh..shh..shit--haiIISSCHIEWW!"

He cringed as he saw a fine mist shoot up and begin to gently fall back down towards him.

"Ew," Jughead groaned as his face became lightly dusted in his own spray and wiped his face, sitting up then giving a good sniffle. The tiredness he felt in his bones and the slight headache he began to feel was a sure indicator that he was getting sick.

He was definitely not surprised he was catching cold leading up to his birthday, because that was the way his life worked.

He groaned to himself, cursing his luck and rubbing his nose vigorously, as if trying to punish it somehow for doing this to him. Of course it made no sense, but it did to him then and there. He groggily got up, feeling sick and weak, making his way to the showers.

He had hoped that a shower would clear out his sinuses a little bit for today. Anything at all would have been helpful because he literally had no money, thus no medicine. He was going to have to tough this out. As the hot water came into contact with his skin, he relished this warmth, and momentarily forgot about everything else when a splatter of water hit his nose the wrong way. His nose was already twitching and he rolled his eyes at the action before the sneezes occurred.

"HehhiTSSCHHH! Hahh..hahhRRSCHHHOO! Jesus fuck," Jughead groaned softly as a bit of mucus dangled down from his left nostril, and was quickly washed away by the shower.

As he left the shower, he sniffled thickly, and rolled his eyes. This was not going to be a good week.

***

His classes were horrendous.

As the lessons went on it became more and more obvious that Jughead was sick. His first lesson he still had a bit of colour to his face, and his voice was just a tad raspy. By his 5th he was void of all colour besides a rubbed raw red nose and bright pink cheeks.

He had started to sound more like his vocal chords had been abraded by sand paper. He felt exhausted at this stage, in a constant state of his nose twitching and yearning for a release, constant breathy exhales in attempt to hold back to avoid attention. Avoiding attention because the previous class he had too much attention of him from his sudden sneezing fit, and he really did not want any more death glares from his fellow peers.

Come lunch time, Jughead wanted nothing more but coddling and affection from his friends. He wasn't the touchy-feely type usually, but he was having an awful day and he desperately wished to connect with anyone. Anything to distract him from the pains that surrounded his birthday and the pains of his new illness.

"Jughead!" Archie called out as he bounced over the younger boy and swung an arm around him, joining Jughead in his walk to their cafeteria table.

Jughead would've replied back, but an intense itching in his nose caused him to push Archie off him and sneeze, "hehhITSCHHIEWW! Ugh, excuse me--hey Arch."

Archie frowned, "Sick huh? On your birthday week nonetheless."

Jughead shrugged, "A very kind birthday gift from my body."

"Well, what's the plan for your birthday huh?"

"Well, the same ritual as every year. You don't tell a soul it's my birthday, we quietly go to the Bijou and watch a double feature, we get food and some cake at your house and that's it," Jughead said boredly, sniffling into his jacket sleeve.

Archie frowned, "Jug, don't you want to do something new this year? It's one day a year we get to celebrate the human that is you, just one day a year, Jug! C'mon."

Jughead rolled his eyes, "Exactly my point, why celebrate a human I don't particularly like? I hate my birthday Arch, it's nothing but negative for me, you know that, and it's agonising enough as it is so I don't want any grand reminders. Let it pass in silence."

Archie sighed, "Alright Dr Doom. Well, you come to my house at..3? That's enough time for family stuff, right?"

Jughead sat down at his place with Archie sitting next to him. Kevin, Betty and Veronica in front of them. Veronica took one good look at him, an eyebrow raised.

"You're not looking too hot, Jones. What'd you do to yourself?"

"hhhheeETSSCHH!" Jughead sneezed into the crook of his arm.

"Right," Veronica responded.

"Wow, colour me shocked, Jughead Jones is sick," Kevin joked, only to receive a simple eye roll from the boy.

Jughead sniffled pathetically and rested his head on the table, "I feel like shit."

Archie chuckled as the boy then shifted over to him and leaned his head against his shoulder.

"Archibald, I'm dying," Jughead whined softly, playing it off as a joke but lowkey wishing that Archie would realise he genuinely felt awful.

"Oh my god, Jughead, it's a small cold, get over yourself," Veronica groaned and then like a switch the conversation completely flipped and moved on to another topic.

"I really don't feel well," Jughead tried desperately--only for his voice to fade out with the chorus of other voices amongst the cafeteria. It was like he wasn't really there. He was fading away.

Jughead frowned, not wanting to be an oversensitive baby, but he was, and sulked to himself. He stayed quiet for the rest of lunch, because of course he felt sick and did not feel energised enough to engage in what appeared to be a very heated debate about pizza toppings, but also because he felt upset.

His friends didn't mean it, he knew, but he never asked, he never reached out. He just wanted a little bit of affection, and he couldn't get it. Jughead tried to shake the thought out of his head that he deserved this, that this was all the world had in store for him. He could never be more than this.

Jughead swore his life had become an orchestra. Some movement building up into a faster pace, with more instruments and more melodies being jammed in and eventually leading up onto the climax, the be all end all section of the piece.

His symptoms over the past few days had become increasingly worse. He began to lose his voice, sounds that came from him sounding scratchy and croaky. His voice had deepened by an octave, dropping from his dramatic tenor to this lyrical baritone. His nose started to run more, his sniffling a constant issue and especially was the countless amount of sneezing he had been doing.

To top it all off, the day before his birthday, he had gotten a fever.

He had woken up covered in sweat, shivering yet feeling heat radiate off his skin. The past night he had been going through a cycle of kicking off the covers to wrapping his entire body in them. He felt ridiculously lousy, drained and his body felt so weak it took him a good 10 minutes to get up. His entire being was wracked with fatigue, and he knew he wouldn't be able to stand upright enough or withstand water so he had to pass on a shower.

Jughead just made sure to stuff his pockets with endless amounts of tissues from the bathroom.

The past week he had started to avoid the gang during lunch time, because the cafeteria was far too loud, and his body physically could no longer handle interaction. He had been upset that every time he'd mention feeling sick he'd been brushed off, just some remark about 'it's just a cold, calm down', or flat out being interrupted by something or ignored.

At this stage Jughead had quit trying. There was no point in trying to step out and try to be in the sun for once. This year he'd still be in the shadows, stuck in the darkness. It was his birthday curse, after all.

He started to withdraw, and opt to spend lunch elsewhere. He chose the library, because he honestly didn't have the appetite. It was nice and quiet, which was just what he needed. Serve for one problem.

Jughead's nostrils twitched, his breath beginning to hitch. As his eyes fluttered shut, he desperately grabbed at the tissues in his pocket and slapped one against his nose, trying his best to stifle the noise, no point in trying to stop the inevitable tickle.

"hhhgghXXTT! Hehh..nnGGHHXT! ugh," Jughead sneezed, the sneezes tearing their way out of his throat.

As a few students and the librarian whipped around to glare at him like he had just murdered all their families, he tried to smile sheepishly in apology but he wasn't done.

His breath began to hitch again, tissues still clamped firmly to his nose. He could feel his nostrils' movement beneath the tissue, and as the tickle made its way down to the tip, he gave in to the tickle, pitching forward releasing four harsh, progressive sneezes, unable to stifle any more.

"hehh..hhhRRSSCHHOO! hah..hhehhISSSHHOO! Hh...hhhihh..hahhkkRSHHHIEWW!..heh..?hhhh..hhheEESSHHIEWW! shit.."

He tensed as he realised how heavy those sneezes were, and how loud they had been. Jughead awkwardly reached for more tissues in his pocket to mop up the mess, the current amount he had soaked and clearly not enough.

Once he had finished, he finally looked up to see even more deadly glares, and awkwardly clearing his throat he got up and left.

He made his way to the school closet--opting to skip his last three classes and just rest for now. He couldn't handle it anymore, and at least could lie down and wrap himself in blankets, which were admittedly not the best blankets.

As he made his way back to his makeshift home, he stepped back into his sleeping bag and curled up, wallowing in misery. He let himself feel horrible, taking in how fatigued he felt. Feeling himself burning, but still shivering enough that he couldn't get the blankets off him and despite those, not being warm enough. He let out a low, shaky, miserable sigh.

He closed his eyes, wanting sleep to immediately take him away from this world, but a lingering thought burned at the back of his mind. A thought that was a confession, how despite his choice to withdraw, how this loneliness was all on him, he still wished that someone had come looking for him.

The orchestra had reached its climax on his birthday morning.

He had been able to sleep in due to the lack of students at the school; but nonetheless felt even more exhausted and sick than he had the day before. He shook violently although there was intense heat radiating off his skin. His throat was sore.

Most of all, he felt a familiar emptiness and growing pit of sadness in his stomach. He felt grey, extremely lonely. He remembered the birthday sleepover he had with Archie when they were younger, in which Archie had woken up with energy and excitement, butterflies in his stomach as he buzzed with the fact that it was his birthday. Jughead wanted to feel something, so desperately, but he felt empty. He felt nothing, completely zoned out and not in the present. Everything was all in a dark and gloomy haze.

Jughead forced himself to get up upon realising it was already 12:30 pm, feeling his bones ache and practically beg for him to stay in the crummy sleeping bag. It was so difficult to get up. He quickly gathered things he would need for today for his movie thing with Archie. As he changed his clothes, Jughead approached a mirror to brush his teeth when he jumped at his own appearance.

An annoyingly familiar tingle beginning somewhere within his sinuses forced his face to adapt into a pre-sneeze expression, head tilting back very slightly as his nostrils flared and he began to gasp for air to fuel the sneeze he desperately wished to release.

"hhhrrEETTSSCHH! hh..oh fuck, hhiiTSSCHHIEEW!"

Jughead took his time to recover, hands firmly grasping the sink as if to steady himself from the exhausting movement. He sniffled weakly, looking up to see his reflection completely splattered with his own spittle.

Jughead made a face, "Jesus, Forsythe, could you be any more disgusting? Honestly."

He finished getting ready, attempting to make sure he was as presentable as possible. When the result wasn't quite what he was after, he didn't really care, it wasn't like he was making an effort for a lot of people. No one was going to see him, just Archie, who'd seen him much worse and knew that he wasn't well.

He'd wait for a little bit at Pops before going to Archie's so he wouldn't be suspicious. He would enjoy his birthday milkshake and cake, courtesy of Pops every year. He was one of the only people who knew about his birthday.

That's how he intended it to be, trying to pass this stupid day with his friend to try and ease the pain.

***

"hhttsSCHOO! Hehh..hahhISHHHoo!"

Jughead rubbed his nose irritably on his jacket sleeve, raising a brow at some rustling from the inside of the Andrews household. He pressed the doorbell, and waited there.

The door was suddenly swung open, and confetti was being blasted at his face.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" Came numerous voices. Voices that were certainly not just Archie Andrews.

Jughead froze, wondering if his hands were shaking because of his fever.

His chest felt cold, and his breathing became shallow, quickening in pace. He swallowed hard, looking around and seeing that not only the regular crew of Kevin, Archie, Betty and Veronica were here but literally anyone who was slightly associated with him. The Pussycats, the Bulldogs, Cheryl and Friends..people who he certainly did not want knowing about his birthday.

Jughead didn't want this, already feeling pretty down and having to pull on a facade of enjoying himself for these people was a thought he did not want to bear. A party situation where everyone was having fun and he wasn't would only break him even more, because it would remind him of the constant sadness he felt and how   void he was of happiness, and how desperate he was to feel something.

"Jesus, the Birthday Boy is here now, let's get this party started already!" Cheryl announced, and then the loud, loud music started. Music he didn't even like. Music so loud that his head began to hurt.

Then there was the dancing, heat radiating off the energised and cheerful bodies. The heat that began to make him feel stifled and unsafe, panicked and suffocated. He watched as these people danced freely, buzzing with energy and fun, happy as the light that was bar too bright shone. And Jughead could feel nothing but empty.

He was beginning to sweat, but yet shiver violently as his fever worsened. He felt so alienated, so lonely despite the room full of people. This was not what he wanted; this was too much, there was too much of everything. All he wanted was to be in a quiet dark room with his best friend and watch the Breakfast Club/Stand by Me Double Feature, lose himself in cinematic magic and temporarily forget the pains of today. But now, he was even more alone, with only his painful and haunting thoughts that were louder than any of the happy chanting.

Suddenly a wave of nausea hit him, forcing him to take a seat on the couch. He wasn't even aware that a familiar buzzing in his nose had commenced, and suddenly his breath began to hitch as his nostrils flared, and he just about managed to push his nose, lightly squishing it, into his sleeve as he released three harsh and violent sneezes that left his head pounding at the aggressive action.

"hh...heh..hhhAASSCHHOO! nn..hh..hahhrrSSCHHOOO! fuck..! hehhITSSCHHHIEEWW! shit.."

He swore as he began to pull his sleeve away from his nose but suddenly noticed the mess that clung from his sleeve from his nose. He cringed at how heavy his last outburst was, pressing his nose back to the sleeve and awkwardly made his way to the kitchen to wipe off the result of his mini explosion. He groaned, blowing his nose violently into a tissue.

With his head pounding, and entire frame trembling yet emitting heat, his legs began to feel like jelly, unable to support him any longer. He felt so sick, and he knew he couldn't handle this anymore. Jughead didn't want to ruin everyone's fun, but he was sick, and he knew it would be a better option than to just faint in front of the whole party and ruin in further.

Jughead made his way back into the overcrowded, overwhelming living room and approached a certain ginger, deciding he was the most logical person to tell. He tapped him weakly.

"Archie, I'm not feeling so good," Jughead croaked, voice drained of all energy.

Archie barely looked at him, his body filled with adrenaline, drenched with sweat from all his dancing and screaming. He batted his shoulder playfully, and a little too harshly.

"Oh c'mon Jughead! Lighten up, will you?! It's your birthday, have fun, forget about your worries! C'mon, it's not that bad! Just shut your brain up for a bit, stop moping about! There's nothing to be sad about! It's not that hard to smile a little," Archie replied, every word that he said stabbing him like a dagger.

Feverish, weak and exhausted tears pricked Jughead's eyes.

"A-Arch, y-you know I can't--I can't help..Archie, I genuinely just feel awful," Jughead practically whimpered.

"Jug, listen, you've been complaining all weak about your little cold. I know it's just because you're finding it hard to just let loose! Feel the music, Jug!" Archie encouraged, before turning his back and dancing with Valerie again.

Jughead was stunned, a pathetic, hurt noise escaping his mouth that was drowned out by all the buzz and energy in the room. No one could hear him. He could hear Kevin singing that damn theatre song. A song he had rolled his eyes at then, but he couldn't escape it.

When you're falling in a forest and there's nobody around, do you ever really crash, or even make a sound?

Jughead turned on his heel, pushing past people, completely invisible, making his way to the back door.

Did I even make a sound, did I even make a sound, it's like I never made a sound

Jughead stepped out of the house, away from everyone. He ran over to the garage and collapsed against the couch, as a strangled, feverish sob escaped his lips.

Will I ever make a sound?

Jughead curled up into a ball, shivering ferociously and pulling the ikea fleece blanket tighter against his shaking frame. He sniffled pathetically, feeling sick and extremely depressed. He couldn't get warm. Perhaps it was his fever that was making him so emotional, but it didn't make the pain hurt any less.

Jughead turned on the TV to About Time, and despite not being a fan of romance movies, kept it on because he honestly couldn't even hear anything. All he could think about was how awful he felt, both physically and mentally. He wished everything were normal, that he could just be okay, but his life wasn't like that, and he yearned for a life where it could be.

Archie's words, while most likely not meaning to be as venomous was they were, stung, burning a hole in his brain. Jughead couldn't help the way he felt--he didn't chose this, he didn't want to be so sad all the time. He wished that he could be understood, he wished someone could just reach back out to him and hear him. He needed someone to realise that he's been crying out all this time, despite his rather hard to decipher way. He was just  so tired. He couldn't just "lighten up" when darkness was all he'd ever known.

As if completely out of control of his own body, Jughead got up from the couch, Vegas looking at him curiously, and went over to the mini fridge. As he opened it, he was glad to see that it was stocked with alcohol.

Jughead pulled a can out, popping the lid open and making it back to the couch, joined by Vegas. He chugged the liquid down, the tingly sensation satisfying against his sore throat. Drinking the alcohol seemed to supply him with some heat, and he would have done anything to get warm, so he continued. Soon enough, he was chugging through a second one as he mindlessly watched the film, craving the warmth it gave him.

Soon enough he started to feel the buzz. A buzz that was so wholesome compared to the nothingness he had been feeling for the longest time. Anything to fill that void. Anything to try and numb the pain, numb his senses so everything would stop feeling so big. Anything to get him out of his own, scary mind for a little bit. If that meant losing himself for a little bit that was fine when Jughead didn't even like himself to begin with.

A familiar tickle began to brew by the bridge of his nose, causing Jughead's eyes to water. Moisture collected by his lashes, and soon enough as the tickle intensified his chest was heaving, hitching and gasping for breath. The tickle made its way down to the tip of his nose, causing his nostrils to fluttering wildly. Jughead pitched forward to a fit of very violent and progressive sneezes.

"hh...hehhh..hhhhIIIEESSCHHOO! fugck, hhh..hhRSCHHHOOO! hhehh..hahhhhh..hhahhEEESSCHOOO! Oh my god--hh..hahhIITTSCHHIEWWW!"

A string of clear mess discharged from his nose, dangling on from his nose. He could only see a light layer of mist and before Jughead could sniffle the mess back up, his nose was already buzzing intensely and was launching himself into another heavy fit of sneezing.

"HhtttSCHHEEHH!! hhhAATDDJTTCHHAHH! hhEEETSCHHIEWW! hahh..hhhITSSSCHOOO! Jesus Christ!"

Jughead blushed to himself as he realised the mucus dangling off his face, he contemplated sniffing it back up, but there was too much of it for that. He had to blow--and the Andrews did not keep any tissues out at the garage.

Out of desperation, and his diminishing sense of pride due to his alcohol consumption, Jughead pulled his beanie off of his head and pressed the soft cloth against his nose to clean up. He made a mental note to take advantage of the home ec room's washing machine as soon as possible.

Upon realising what he just did, Jughead began to giggle. Laughing at the joke his life had become, and leaned against the couch and continued to watch the movie. The misery kicked back in eventually and remained in silence, shivering with the cold as Vegas served as his only heat source.

"I think it's cake time now!" Betty announced, walking up to Veronica, Kevin and Archie.

"Perfect, I'll get the lighter..wait, where's Jughead?" Veronica squinted, looking around for a grey beanie to find none.

Archie shrugged, "You guys wait, I'll go find him."

Archie checked all bathrooms, then upstairs, no sign of Jughead, so made his way to the garage.

He pushed the door open, "Jughead! C'mon, it's nearly over, time to--"

He stopped as he took in Jughead's appearance. White as a ghost, besides his red nose and dark purple circles, hair messy and all over his face. He was shaking like he was in the epicentre of an earthquake, a beer can in hand. Surrounded by even more beer cans.

"Oh my god, Jughead," Archie gasped.

Jughead looked over at him, and brought his attention back to the movie.

"Oh my god, you're so sick," Archie said, completely stunned as he approached him.

"I'm glad you've finally come to that conclusion," Jughead slurred bitterly.

Archie felt a pang of guilt, a rather large and sharp one at that. Why hadn't he listened?

He came closer and sat next to him, frowning at the heat from his skin, a definite fever. He watched as Jughead's featured tensed, eyes growing bleary and distant and his mouth parted slightly. Jughead pulled his hat towards his face and muffled a series of explosions into it.

"hehhMPFFTTSCHHOO!! hahhNGGXTT! hheeRRSCHHIIEWW!"

"Bless you," Archie said quietly.

Jughead thanked him tiredly as Archie stared at the can in Jughead's hand, coming to his lips, and the cans surrounding him.

"Jughead, are you drunk?"

Jughead huffed, a bitter chuckle escaping his lips.

"Yeah, just like my father. Losing myself into alcohol because I can't bare my own life. Because it's all just shit, huh?"

"Jug--"

Tears pricked his eyes and he laughed shakily, trying to stop the tears from coming, "I'm never going to be more than this, am I? This is the way I'm destined to be. Lonely. Sad. Empty. I'm always going to   be this mess of broken parts."

Jughead swallowed, "I'm just always gonna be this way, huh? Always less than everyone else. I’m never going to be seen, always invisible and on the outside."

Feverish tears began to pour, "My birthday just sorta..confirms that, doesn't it? The one day a year I celebrate my existence and it's shit. It's a fucking joke."

Jughead turned away, ducking into his hat, "hehTSSZZCHH!!"

He continued to cry, shaking with sobs and with the cold, clearly so sick and drunk his emotions had risen to the surface, "This is all the universe has in store for me. Darkness."

Archie's heart broke, and watched as Jughead turned to him as a broken, cracking chuckle escaped his lips, tears streaming down his face.

"Do you know what the worst part is? I don't even know where I'm sleeping tonight. Wherever it is it's probably cold. If I'm lucky I can find my way back into school and sleep in that freezing cupboard. I don't even have a fucking home."

"Wait, what?!"

Suddenly, his brain wasn't clouded by intense emotion, alcohol or his illness and Jughead snapped back into reality.

"Oh shit, I didn't mean to say that--"

"What do you mean you've got nowhere to--??" Archie looked completely bewildered, until he finally processed it. A look of dismay and self disappointment washed over his face. He rubbed his face with his hands.

"Fuck," Archie hissed.

"I'm so sorry Jug. I'm so sorry. For everything--for saying all that stuff to you, for completely brushing you off, ignoring your sickness and passing it off, letting you just wander off these past few days, ignoring you on your own birthday..I'm sorry for doing this whole thing in the first place, I seriously disrespected you by that, I know your birthday is something that upsets you and I should've respected that. I'm sorry I didn't..realise how upset you were, I should've been there for you. I should've known you were homeless."

Jughead swallowed, wiping tears away, "Its not your fault."

"And you are not those things that you said," Archie said softly.

Jughead sniffled, "I'm sorry for all of this."

"Also--your home is right here."

Jughead blinked, "What?"

"You're staying here. You're living with me. My dad is always talking about how you're family and how you're always welcome here any time. This is your home now, Jughead."

"Archie--I can't.."

"You are family, Jug."

Jughead threw himself into Archie's arms, holding the larger boy close and burying his face into his chest. Archie held the boy as tightly as he could, wanting him to know he was safe.

Suddenly Jughead pulled away, pulling the beanie towards his face again and sneezing again, "hheeTTSCHHOOO! hahhttSCHHIEWWW! Hh...hhFFTSSCHHIEWW! hh...hahhhhhrrrRRRISHHIEWWW!"

Jughead grinned sheepishly, "uh..can I use the washing machine?"

Jughead didn't know how he had given in, but he found himself being dragged by Archie back into the house to show his face on his own birthday for at least five minutes.

"There's the birthday boy!" Reggie beamed as Jughead made his presence known.

Jughead tried to give him a smile, but he found he was inhaling sharply, arm shooting up towards his face so he could cover, "hheettZZCHH! hahhttZZSHHIEWW!"

He could feel quite a few pairs of guilty, sympathetic eyes.

"..Jughead, we--"

Archie shook his head, "C'mon Jug, let’s get the cake.”

Betty came up with the lit birthday cake, and then the whole party burst into a ridiculously offkey happy birthday,

He felt Archie wrap an arm around his shoulders, Betty wrapping one around his waist, Kevin and Veronica pulling the group together in a hug. He felt so warm.

He was safe right there and then, at home.

The light of the birthday candles so bright, such a beautiful contrast to the darkness he had been living in. He was so afraid to blow them out, but as he looked at Archie, unsure, he was met back with a look so reassuring and kind, he felt safe.

Jughead blew out the candles, content with the light and warmth that his friends gave him instead.

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Being diagnosed with NCS was a weird time in my life. I spent a year in decline chasing answers from one specialist to another to another. Getting diagnosed only began a long year of treatment and random spurts of improvement. And now I'm here. Several years later I'm faint-free with only the mildest of symptoms. Sometimes, I get randomly out of breath or get a tad dizzy if I stand too quickly. But my days of seizures and waking on the floor gasping for air...those days are behind me. But I still have nightmares. Dreams where I'm scared and I can't breathe and I fall on the floor only to have people walk over me. For the fifth night in a row, I can't sleep. I'm used to the occasional insomnia. It was a symptom, a side effect of my dangerously low heartbeat when I slept. I'd wake up or only be able to drift lightly. But 5 nights? I wake every hour. Even when I drift off, it's only a light doze. I lay in bed for two hours doing my breathing exercises, drift off for an hour, then wake only to stare at wall for another 2 hours. I haven't had REM sleep for a week. I don't even feel tired anymore. My moods swing from angry to exuberant. I want to cry but I don't cause I'm afraid I wouldn't stop. I see things move out of the corner of my eye. My dreams are lucid or flat out nightmares that leave me gasping for air. Last month my hair was falling out. My anxiety and depression are through the roof. My roommate thinks I'm in denial about being in flare. When I'm awake at 4am counting down to when my alarm goes off at 8am, I research thyroid symptoms even though I know them because my mom has Hashimotos and drilled the warning signs into my head. I think about comorbidity rates for a child of two sick parents with a diabetic brother. I wonder if my dry shampoo is killing my hair follicles. I look at my insurances estimate for just 8 sessions for anxiety treatment without medication and I'm at a loss for what to do. My parents helped pay for my NCS tests. But my mental health nearly destroyed my relationship with my parents before. We're happy now. I can't do that again. I don't know what to do. Someone tell me what to do.

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Period A Week Early Is No Longer A Pain If You Know All These.

However essential the monthlies are to procreation and female health in general, having them is always a pain.

As women, most of us have a love-hate relationship with our periods. We love it when they happen on time and are neither late nor early, and do not cause us too much of discomfort or hormonal hullabaloo; but still hate having them in general.

And while a late period could put us into panic if we are sexually active and practicing birth control (pregnancy scare!), having your period a week early is just as bad. If you have had a regular cycle up until now, it’s usually a tad alarming too. Here’s all that could be behind you getting your period a week early…

Hate Getting Period a Week Earlier?

Having a sudden early onset of periods can be quite the pain, literally and figuratively for it ruins so much. Be it that weekend you were planning with your significant other, or a quick vacation, or even that all-important job interview/presentation you had planned to ace – unexpected periods can put a spanner in your works, literally and figuratively.

Other than taking you unaware and causing embarrassing bleeds that show through your clothes, getting your period early also means that you need to figure out the hows and the whys behind it, instead of getting yourself all worked up.

How The Normal Period Cycle Works?

Not every woman’s period is the same, and normal periods tend to be a little different for everybody as well. Most girls will start their periods in their pre-teens or early teens, say 11-13. That said; it’s fairly normal for a girl to start having her period anywhere from eight years old to say about 15.

A period cycle is counted from the first day of a period to the first day of the next period, mostly this is 28 days, especially if you are on the pill and regulated by it.

However for adult women, normal cycles can range from 21 to 35 days while for teens this could 21 to 45 days as well. [1]. The actual menstrual flow aka your period could vary as well and the bleeding could be as little as two to three days or as much as a whole week.

Mostly though, within three years of you starting your first period, your periods should have stabilized into a cycle you know is yours. And it may not be run of the mill “normal” to begin with.

Sometimes your cycle may also vary, be 27 days or sometimes 30 and another time you may get only a 24-day respite before you start with your menses again. This is still normal [2]…

When Should I See A Doctor About My Periods?

To heavy or too light a flow, a debilitating pain during the period and sudden irregular cycles after years of having normal ones are times you should head to the doc about your periods to rule out any hormonal or health issues.

Also if your period skips a month or two and you are not pregnant, if you feel sick after tampon use or even the fact that you are 15 and still not had your period yet could all be cause to make an appointment.

Reasons For Getting Your Period A Week Early

So we have established that sometimes, getting your period a week early is basically no biggie. There are so many different reasons for getting an early period, including harmless ones like a change in diet or physical exercise, stress, weight, sleep or any other little or big change in your routine.

Face it, the human body is a weird thing indeed, with plenty more weirdness that science is still at a loss to understand. If you have been through any changes in life, and your period comes early, be happy that your body is well and responding to that external stimuli. It really is no big deal.

Reason 1: You Are Stressed

Stress tends to affect periods in weird ways. Too much of it can throw your body out of whack and cause stress hormones to rise, which in turn affects the pituitary gland that in turn affects the ovaries – causing early periods, late periods and even missed periods [3]…

If you have got your period a week early, see if there is anything in your life stressing you out, and then try to make positive changes around it to regularize your menstrual cycle [4]

Reason 2: You Have Lost Or Gained Weight

How much you weigh can affect your periods in myriad ways. Simply because how much you weight affects hormone production and so in turn changes your cycle for good, or bad.

A sudden weight loss brought on by too much of dieting, a hardcore exercise routine or even an illness can cause your till now normal cycle to shrug off its responsibility and go haywire.

Similarly, a serious weight gain, which in turn could also be a sign of hormonal imbalance to begin with, can throw your menstrual cycle out of gear and cause you to get your period a week early, or even a week late [5].

To regularise your period, stay within healthy weight parameters and eat balanced meals.

Reason 3: You Have Started Or Stopped Birth Control

Be it those tiny pills, that IUD or any other birth control mechanism, these things try to regulate your cycle through hormones and may temporarily cause a hormonal imbalance in your body, before it all simmers down to normalcy (and in the case of pills, lighter periods that are like clockwork!).

Starting or stopping birth control can cause your periods to misbehave and come early, late or skip a time entirely [6].

Reason 4: There Has Been A Change, Any Change

So while things like these are completely unrelated to your periods (or so you may think), sometimes just a change in your lifestyle can bring about a change in your period, causing you to get your period a week early, a week late or mayhaps none at all.

Pregnancy can bring about spotting (and sometimes, unfortunately, a miscarriage as well) and you may mistake this for an early period, especially if you are unaware about you being pregnant.

You might have popped a morning after pill (Oh my god I forgot my birth control). Or you may have started a diet, or stopped one, or just hiked yourself silly, or moved cities… You may suddenly be having an active sex life, or broken up with the love of your life, breaking your heart in the process.

Many an extrinsic factor can affect your period, and frankly, it is okay that your body is aware of these changes and accordingly responds to it [7]

Reason 5: You May Have An STI/STD

So in case you were bit adventurous in the sack with the wrong kind of guy, you may have landed up with an STI – and sometimes STIs remain sneakily inconspicuous with the only symptom being bleeding between periods, which you may mistake for an early period.

However if your “early period” has a way lighter than normal flow, its time you think about your bedroom activities and head to the doctor [8].

Reason 6: You Have Pre-Existing Gynecological Issues

If you have been diagnosed with PCOS, uterine fibroids, endometriosis (abnormally heavy endometrium) and or any other uterine or ovarian issue, irregular periods may just be part and parcel of your life.

If you have not yet been diagnosed but have faced irregular periods for long, its time you did go and get yourself checked to rule out any minor or serious underlying health issues that may be causing those irregular periods [9].

So that’s it, the reasons behind you getting an early period can be something as simple as stress, or as serious as an STI/STD. Remember to rethink all that has happened to you before making any snap judgments and feel free to visit the doctor in case you feel that something is up… The key is not to panic and find out the underlying cause, so that you can make positive changes around it.

Reference

[1]^Womens Health: Menstruation & Menstrual Cycle[2]^Kids Health: Irregular Periods[3]^Everyday Health: Managing Stress During PMS[4]^Everyday Health: Anxiety Tips[5]^Only My Health: Correlation Between Irregular Period And Weight Gain[6]^Young Womens Health: Birth Control Pills All Guides[7]^Elite Daily: 8 Reasons Why Your Period Came Early[8]^Girls Health: STI Symptoms[9]^The Surrey Park Clinic: Period Problems

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Period A Week Early Is No Longer A Pain If You Know All These.

However essential the monthlies are to procreation and female health in general, having them is always a pain.

As women, most of us have a love-hate relationship with our periods. We love it when they happen on time and are neither late nor early, and do not cause us too much of discomfort or hormonal hullabaloo; but still hate having them in general.

And while a late period could put us into panic if we are sexually active and practicing birth control (pregnancy scare!), having your period a week early is just as bad. If you have had a regular cycle up until now, it’s usually a tad alarming too. Here’s all that could be behind you getting your period a week early…

Hate Getting Period a Week Earlier?

Having a sudden early onset of periods can be quite the pain, literally and figuratively for it ruins so much. Be it that weekend you were planning with your significant other, or a quick vacation, or even that all-important job interview/presentation you had planned to ace – unexpected periods can put a spanner in your works, literally and figuratively.

Other than taking you unaware and causing embarrassing bleeds that show through your clothes, getting your period early also means that you need to figure out the hows and the whys behind it, instead of getting yourself all worked up.

How The Normal Period Cycle Works?

Not every woman’s period is the same, and normal periods tend to be a little different for everybody as well. Most girls will start their periods in their pre-teens or early teens, say 11-13. That said; it’s fairly normal for a girl to start having her period anywhere from eight years old to say about 15.

A period cycle is counted from the first day of a period to the first day of the next period, mostly this is 28 days, especially if you are on the pill and regulated by it.

However for adult women, normal cycles can range from 21 to 35 days while for teens this could 21 to 45 days as well. [1]. The actual menstrual flow aka your period could vary as well and the bleeding could be as little as two to three days or as much as a whole week.

Mostly though, within three years of you starting your first period, your periods should have stabilized into a cycle you know is yours. And it may not be run of the mill “normal” to begin with.

Sometimes your cycle may also vary, be 27 days or sometimes 30 and another time you may get only a 24-day respite before you start with your menses again. This is still normal [2]…

When Should I See A Doctor About My Periods?

To heavy or too light a flow, a debilitating pain during the period and sudden irregular cycles after years of having normal ones are times you should head to the doc about your periods to rule out any hormonal or health issues.

Also if your period skips a month or two and you are not pregnant, if you feel sick after tampon use or even the fact that you are 15 and still not had your period yet could all be cause to make an appointment.

Reasons For Getting Your Period A Week Early

So we have established that sometimes, getting your period a week early is basically no biggie. There are so many different reasons for getting an early period, including harmless ones like a change in diet or physical exercise, stress, weight, sleep or any other little or big change in your routine.

Face it, the human body is a weird thing indeed, with plenty more weirdness that science is still at a loss to understand. If you have been through any changes in life, and your period comes early, be happy that your body is well and responding to that external stimuli. It really is no big deal.

Reason 1: You Are Stressed

Stress tends to affect periods in weird ways. Too much of it can throw your body out of whack and cause stress hormones to rise, which in turn affects the pituitary gland that in turn affects the ovaries – causing early periods, late periods and even missed periods [3]…

If you have got your period a week early, see if there is anything in your life stressing you out, and then try to make positive changes around it to regularize your menstrual cycle [4]

Reason 2: You Have Lost Or Gained Weight

How much you weigh can affect your periods in myriad ways. Simply because how much you weight affects hormone production and so in turn changes your cycle for good, or bad.

A sudden weight loss brought on by too much of dieting, a hardcore exercise routine or even an illness can cause your till now normal cycle to shrug off its responsibility and go haywire.

Similarly, a serious weight gain, which in turn could also be a sign of hormonal imbalance to begin with, can throw your menstrual cycle out of gear and cause you to get your period a week early, or even a week late [5].

To regularise your period, stay within healthy weight parameters and eat balanced meals.

Reason 3: You Have Started Or Stopped Birth Control

Be it those tiny pills, that IUD or any other birth control mechanism, these things try to regulate your cycle through hormones and may temporarily cause a hormonal imbalance in your body, before it all simmers down to normalcy (and in the case of pills, lighter periods that are like clockwork!).

Starting or stopping birth control can cause your periods to misbehave and come early, late or skip a time entirely [6].

Reason 4: There Has Been A Change, Any Change

So while things like these are completely unrelated to your periods (or so you may think), sometimes just a change in your lifestyle can bring about a change in your period, causing you to get your period a week early, a week late or mayhaps none at all.

Pregnancy can bring about spotting (and sometimes, unfortunately, a miscarriage as well) and you may mistake this for an early period, especially if you are unaware about you being pregnant.

You might have popped a morning after pill (Oh my god I forgot my birth control). Or you may have started a diet, or stopped one, or just hiked yourself silly, or moved cities… You may suddenly be having an active sex life, or broken up with the love of your life, breaking your heart in the process.

Many an extrinsic factor can affect your period, and frankly, it is okay that your body is aware of these changes and accordingly responds to it [7]

Reason 5: You May Have An STI/STD

So in case you were bit adventurous in the sack with the wrong kind of guy, you may have landed up with an STI – and sometimes STIs remain sneakily inconspicuous with the only symptom being bleeding between periods, which you may mistake for an early period.

However if your “early period” has a way lighter than normal flow, its time you think about your bedroom activities and head to the doctor [8].

Reason 6: You Have Pre-Existing Gynecological Issues

If you have been diagnosed with PCOS, uterine fibroids, endometriosis (abnormally heavy endometrium) and or any other uterine or ovarian issue, irregular periods may just be part and parcel of your life.

If you have not yet been diagnosed but have faced irregular periods for long, its time you did go and get yourself checked to rule out any minor or serious underlying health issues that may be causing those irregular periods [9].

So that’s it, the reasons behind you getting an early period can be something as simple as stress, or as serious as an STI/STD. Remember to rethink all that has happened to you before making any snap judgments and feel free to visit the doctor in case you feel that something is up… The key is not to panic and find out the underlying cause, so that you can make positive changes around it.

Reference

[1]^Womens Health: Menstruation & Menstrual Cycle[2]^Kids Health: Irregular Periods[3]^Everyday Health: Managing Stress During PMS[4]^Everyday Health: Anxiety Tips[5]^Only My Health: Correlation Between Irregular Period And Weight Gain[6]^Young Womens Health: Birth Control Pills All Guides[7]^Elite Daily: 8 Reasons Why Your Period Came Early[8]^Girls Health: STI Symptoms[9]^The Surrey Park Clinic: Period Problems

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