#my friend is sick but good thing i’m trained in medicine

[sleekista]

why would you train?

barça femeni x young!reader

prompt: i feel sick, i love sickfics. that’s it. it’s my symptoms into a story because it’s my only coping mechanism.

A/N: my friend made me sick and i’m acc annoyed now like wtf. i feel horrible.

TW: mentions of illness

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When you wake up, it feels as if someone has ran you over with a bus and drove back to do it again. Your throat was sore, your head pounding and you overall felt lethargic. The worst thing was, training was today and no matter what you’d have to go. That’s probably not true, but its been like that all your life with trainings, why stop now?

Getting through the morning was a challenge, you hoped that if you had a throat lolly and paracetamol that everything would go away and the day would roll by smoothly. How wrong you were to think that.

You arrive at training around 10 minutes late due to traffic, which meant doing extra laps. You’re glad though, it means the others haven’t realised yet. You joined at 17 and the older girls really took you under their wing and essentially adopted you. In particular Lucy and Keira. You lived with the couple until around 7 months ago. You’re 19 now.

After completing the laps assigned by Alexia you make your way over to where everyone else is and give them a half-hearted smile before apologising to Alexia. She seems content and Jona starts to explain the main plans for training. Sprints, conditioning and a scrimmage at the end. You internally groan, this was the worst day to be sick on. You just nod along with your teammates and start warming up.

Keira jogs over next to you and examines your face.

“You alright? You seem a little on edge.” She asks softly.

“I’m fine, why wouldn’t I be?” You say a little too quickly, before running off at a faster pace.

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After an hour or so, you feel lightheaded and start swaying before sitting on the ground. It seems the medicine did nothing to help and the previous numbness of your throat has now subsided and is replaced by the feeling of daggers. Mapi comes over sitting next to you, passing a water bottle.

“Are you ok?” She asks as you wince drinking the water that’s burning down your throat.

You nod slowly, not willing to speak but the movement only makes you feel like collapsing.

“Can I… go get someone? You don’t look too good cariño.” All you can do do is lean into her side, exhaustion taking over as your muscles ache. She makes hand movements.

Ingrid walks over along with Keira and Alexia, you notice Lucy speaking with Caroline. But still keeping a cautious eye on you from across the field.

“Hey elskling, you don’t look too bright.” Ingrid crouches down blocking the sun, which you’re eternally grateful for.

“Eh.” You shrug, looking at Keira, then Alexia and back to Ingrid.

“Mind telling us how you’re feeling? And do not lie.” This is one of the first times you’ve heard Ingrid be stern, it scares you in a way so you do as told.

“Sore throat, head hurts and feels weird and my muscles are sore.” You say, clearly in pain and your voice croaks slightly.

“Why would you train? Or not tell anyone?” Alexia asks. You shrug. “Alright, go home with Keira and get better ok? Next time you feel sick you don’t come to training understood?” You nod and Keira wraps her arm around your shoulder, Mapi holds your waist and they lift you up so you’re standing.

They take their time taking you to the car, running to the locker room to get Keira and your stuff and coming back.

“Gracias Mapi.” You whisper to the defender who pats your head and walks back to training.

“When we get back you can shower, I’ll make some food and give you cold medicine, I’m not going to ask if that’s alright with you because this is just the start of what you need to feel better.” You half smile and lean against the window looking at the bustling Barcelona.

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When arriving home, Keira helps you out and gives you some of your old clothes you still had at the house. You take a warm shower which helps your pounding head, this takes your mind of everything for a couple minutes.

After the shower you slowly make your way to the couch and plop down, almost falling asleep.

“Nope, no sleeping. I’m giving you a throat sweet to hopefully ease that pain of yours and did you take any meds this morning?” She asks.

“Paracetamol.” You whine.

“Alright, Ibuprofen it is then. Come on take these, then you can sleep however long you need.” You do as she says, and start falling asleep almost immediately as the pain starts to fade.

She lifts you up and takes you to your bedroom from when you lived here and tucks you in. Saying something about lunch, but you’re too tired to understand.

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You’re woken by someone whispering sweet nothings in your ears, you lazily open your eyes to find Lucy moving the hair out of your face and behind your ear.

“Good afternoon, Keira made soup. Are you feeling up to walking outside or would you like to stay here?” She asks, speaking in the softest and quietest voice she can muster.

“Outside.” You murmur, voice even hoarser than before, Lucy cringes at the sound.

“Alright, let’s get you up then.” You slowly follow her movements and she helps you walk to the couch, Keira is there along with Marta and Caro. There’s soup on the table and there’s only one person it could belong to.

Lucy places you down on the couch and you subconsciously lean into Keira’s comfort.

“Alright bug, I’m gonna get you to eat all this soup alright? I’ve also made some tea which should hopefully soothe your throat a little bit more.” You nod, too tired and too sore to do anything else.

Keira feeds you the soup and watches as you wince slightly every-time you swallow, she saddenes at the sight.

“You’re doing well, only a couple more bites love.” She whispers.

After you’ve eaten it all, your throat is still sore, your headache has gone away for the most part but the sore throat just never seems to leave.

“Nena, how bad does your throat still hurt?” Marta says, turning her focus toward you after whispering with Lucy.

“Worse than before.” Your voice rasps and it pains to speak, the girls understand perfectly well.

“Alright, we will look after you until you’re better. You should have another one of those throat soothers. That should hopefully ease your pain a little bit.” Caro says, moving to place her hand on your knee. You smile in agreement.

Over the next 2 days they look after you until full health. It’s nice and you endlessly thank them for their caring natures.

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ok guys i need ur help, i got a request for aitana x ona and i’m not sure whether to post on tumblr or ao3 🤷 also if anyone can tell me how to write about 2 people my messages are open

anyways hope you enjoyed, my throat is killing me. stay safe friends 🕺 i have 2 more requests sooo plz request

[thecuriousquest]

How about a Yandere jealous Levi where the reader has a boyfriend and they're like a power couple and always seem inseparable, like so much chemistry Levi can't take it and hates their public display of affection, what will he do?

A Tonic for Jealousy

Yandere Levi x Fem!Reader

Tag List: @issamomma

Warnings: Yandere themes, control issues, possessiveness, jealousy, murder, Titans eating people, severe injuries, dacryphilia, lots of death

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The midnight sky shone brightly with all of the lovely stars. You look to your right as a figure sits down next to you. Leon might have a giant scar splitting from his left temple to his right jaw, but to you, he’s the most handsome man in the world, on the inside and out. He’s the only man you could ever ask for. This man understands you, is compassionate and healthy relationship-wise. Every time you see him, you just want your forehead to rest against his lips in such a comforting fashion.

However, you always fail to notice the figure watching you from a nearby building. You have no idea that the place you rendezvous with your lover is right in front of Captain Ackerman’s room.

He stands there, sick to his stomach, plotting the downfall of your relationship. After months of watching you two, he has grown so disgusted that he has finally snapped. No, he can do this no longer. He has to act now.

Levi knows that when you two go out on missions for the wall, you both safely rely on each other for protection. You would never allow any harm to come to him, and he always has your back. He has to split the two of you up. It’s his only chance in finally having you.

Sitting in the common area with your friends after training, your Leon walks over to you with a solemn look on his face.

You scrunch your eyebrows together. “What’s wrong, my love?”

“I’m being punished for my behavior during a reprimand…I was violent with the captain. He said…horrible things about how it’s not okay for a relationship to interfere with your work. Apparently, he thinks we should stop working together if we’re going to stay in a relationship. I struck him, and he said I am not allowed to help take back the wall tomorrow.”

Your eyes grow wide with frustration, nostrils flaring. “WHAT?! That’s beyond dangerous! I can’t go without you.”

“That’s exactly what he was talking about. I told him the same thing, and he said if I can’t go without you, then I’m not a good enough soldier to go at all.”

You stand up and give him a hug, pulling him in close. “I’ll come back in one piece tomorrow. I promise. I love you so much.”

Leon sighs into your shoulder. “I love you too.”

———

You arrive at the wall, and it’s your job to help fix it while others are on look out for any Titans. You’re on edge without your partner. Anxiety overwhelms you, hands shaking as you try to do your job properly.

Stampeding shakes the ground terribly. Your eyes jolt upwards as a large hand strikes down over you. The Titan narrowly missed you, but it takes out one of the soldiers beside you. You try to reach out your hand to her, but it’s too late. She falls to the ground, an instant death.

When you regain your focus, you find that there is a giant eye staring directly at you. It reaches out for you, a tasty meal. If it weren’t for Levi’s intervention, you would have become the Titan’s lunch.

It all happens so fast. Flashes of your partner, your ODM gear feeling too loose, and then falling, coming to a jarring stop only to start falling again. You break the fall with your arm, but your shoulder and arm break during the process. You scream bloody murder. Your entire back is flayed from scraping against the wall on your way down. You can feel your pants soaking up the blood.

After all of the events play out, the Survey Corps wins, and Captain Levi collects you from the ground, putting you face down over his horse as he rides back to the barracks with the others.

You’ve been given medicine for the pain, but not enough to block out Captain Levi’s scolding.

“You fucking piece of absolute shit brat. You think this is a game? There are lives on the line! I saw your hands trembling. You weren’t sure of yourself just because you didn’t have your little boyfriend with you. All of you are awful excuses for soldiers. If you need to rely on your boyfriend to do a job, then you shouldn’t be a soldier at all. Why couldn’t you rely on another teammate? I’m not against working together.”

“I…I’m sorry, Captain.”

“You’re sorry? You’re sorry. That’s all you have to say?”

You can only manage a weak nod, which sends volts of pain throughout your arm and shoulder. You cry out from the harrowing sensation.

Levi takes pity on you. He picks up a rag and wipes the sweat from your face. You still have dried blood on your temple. He pours water into a bowl, damps the rag, and gently dabs the blood away. It stings slightly, but you’ll take this over a scolding or a punishment any day.

“Learn how to work with other cadets for your own good. If you don’t, I’ll break your other arm.”

You see the slight smirk gracing his handsome features, and you know he is jesting.

“Yes, Captain Levi. I’ll do better out there.”

“Alright, no Titan fighting until your injuries are fully healed. Do you understand?”

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Your boyfriend isn’t allowed to see you until the next day. He takes one look at you and drops his jaw. “What happened?”

“Titans attacked while we were trying to fix the wall. I fell. Broke my shoulder and arm. Scraped the fuck out of my back.”

Leon sits down and holds your hand that isn’t connected to your injured arm.

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t there. This wouldn’t have happened if I had been there to protect you.”

“No, you can’t talk like that. We don’t know that. Injuries are always a possibility with this job. It was Levi who saved me from dying. He said we need to be better at teaming up with other cadets. I think he has a point. We might not always have the chance to be there for each other. If something like this happens again, we need to learn how to adapt and work with the squadron.”

“Okay, you have a point. I’m just so glad you’re safe right now.”

“I’ll always come back to you, my love.” You give him a sideways smile. It’s all you can manage with the pain you’re enduring.

Leon kisses your forehead gently, careful to avoid your bandaged temple. “And I you.”

———

It is very unfortunate. While you are still healing, there is another Titan attack. Leon is sent out immediately with others from the squadron. This time, he plans to work with one of his friends from the squad.

However, Captain Levi seems to be busy fighting off Titans who are enclosing on the wall. Your boyfriend works steadily to fix gaping hole, but he meets a different fate than you.

Leon screams and reaches for the hand of his friend, Hans. The other man reaches back, trying to grab hold of him. Your partner, your lover is sentenced to be crushed to death and then eaten.

———

It’s your captain who gives you the bad news. You lie in your hospital bed, weeping solemnly. There’s nothing in your heart but a throbbing ache. Captain Levi is there to comfort you, however. He will always be there to comfort you.

Since you are still lying on your stomach, he places a hand on the back of your thigh. Levi watches the tears roll down your cheeks, and he can’t help having to shift slightly in his seat. You just look so beautiful right now: a crying, vulnerable…injured damsel in distress.

He daydreams about you belonging to him. How he’d plunge into you every night, getting off on how you’d cry from the rough stimulation. How he’d love for you to carry his marks and bruises. All for him and nobody else. Just as he would kiss you goodnight, he’d hold you in his arms. He would tell you he loves you, and you would say it back with genuine meaning.

[ghostofskywalker]

hmmm, what about a thing where Kix gets sick/injured and has to be cared for by the only other medical personnel on standby, who unfortunately is a vet and shenanigans ensue. Hope this inspires you if nothing else lol <3

hi!! i think this went in a slightly different direction than i originally planned, but i still hope you enjoy it :)

words: 1,194

summary: You're a veterinarian, not a medic, so you really shouldn't be the one the 501st calls for help when Kix falls ill on the way back to Coruscant, but there's no other medics on board. The reason you drop everything to help isn't because of your giant crush on the trooper, that's for sure.

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this fic now has a second part - read it here!!

Close Enough

The sound of your comm device beeping pulled you out of a peaceful slumber, and you opened your eyes to see the chronometer on the wall still read hours before you had to report to the bridge of the Resolute. Sighing, you grabbed the device and accepted the call. “What’s going on?” you asked, trying not to let your annoyance about being woken up show in your voice.

“Something’s wrong with Kix, can you come to the medbay and check him over? He passed out and we don’t know what happened.”

You sighed, starting to get out of bed and put your shoes on. “Fives, I already told you this last time you showed up at my door, my training is for animal medicine, not human.”

“I know, but you’d be better at this than any of us,” he countered.

“Don’t you have other medical personnel on standby?” you asked. It seemed odd that on this giant cruiser, Kix would be the only medic out of the hundreds of troopers and officers on board. You were just heading back to Coruscant and not to an active war zone, but it still didn’t make sense.

“We lent them all to the 212th when we picked you up,” Fives said, as if the answer was obvious and you should have known already. “So are you coming to help or not?”

“Yes, I’ll be there in a few minutes!” you responded. “I don’t know how much help I’ll be though.”

“That’s fine, maybe you could kiss him and he’ll get better.” If you were standing next to him you would have shot a death glare in his direction, but instead, you could only huff to your empty room. If it were anyone else, you might have told Fives to just figure it out himself because this wasn’t your problem, and immediately go back to bed. But you couldn’t, and maybe it had to do with the fact that you had a little crush on the clone medic. You couldn’t help it, every time you worked with the 501st (your expertise was specific, so it wasn’t too often), you found yourself drawn to him, and you considered him one of your closest friends in the GAR.

“Fives!”

“What? Kix is unconscious, it’s not like he can hear me. And the others aren’t listening to what I’m saying right now.”

“It doesn’t matter!” you sputtered out, now walking quickly down the empty hallways in the direction of the medbay. “I already told you, he doesn’t like me like that.”

He started to say something in response, but you ended the comm as you walked through the doors of the medbay. Fives was sitting on one of the beds across the room, and Jesse, Echo, and Rex were standing around a bed that you could only assume held Kix in it. “Good, you’re here,” Rex said. “I know your training is with animals, but we didn’t know who else to call.”

“We were walking back to our barracks when out of nowhere he just collapsed,” Jesse said, a worried expression on his face.

You nodded and the three men stepped aside so you could get a better look at Kix. Immediately, you had a pretty good idea of what the problem might be. “He looks exhausted,” you said. “When was the last time he got a good night’s sleep? Or any sleep at all for that matter.”

Echo and Jesse exchanged glances, and finally Rex spoke up. “I don’t know.”

“Well, the good news is that he’s going to be fine eventually,” you said. “But he needs to rest because his body can’t keep up with the demand of his lifestyle right now.”

“But we’re supposed to be resistant to exhaustion,” Echo said.

You raised your eyebrows at him. “I don’t give a kark what the Kaminoans say about you, all of you need to take care of yourselves just as much as I do. Clearly Kix has been overworked and he just needs to take a little time to recover.”

Jesse opened his mouth to respond, but the sound of quiet groaning from behind him brought everyone’s attention to Kix. He mumbled something you didn’t quite catch, and you looked around to see if anyone else had heard him.

“Kix?” Echo asked gently. “Do you need something?”

He mumbled something again, eyes still closed, and this time you could have sworn it sounded like your name. “Kix?” you asked gently, walking over to him and taking his hand.

“Wanna tell her-” his words were slightly louder and could be deciphered, but that didn’t mean you understood the meaning behind them. “Love-”

“I think he’s dreaming about you,” Fives cut in, and you just glared at him. This was not the conversation you wanted to have in front of Rex, Echo, and Jesse, let alone Kix himself.

“I think he’s delirious,” you rebuked dryly. “He needs more time to rest.”

“Can you give him anything?” Echo asked. He didn’t comment on either Kix’s words or Fives’, something you were eternally grateful for.

“Everything in my kit is meant for tookas or massifs,” you said. “And I don’t think anything here will really help. All he needs is time and rest.”

Rex nodded. “Can you stay here with him?” he asked. “You don’t have to watch him the whole time, but I’d like someone to be nearby if he needs something.”

You nodded, and Rex, Echo, and Jesse thanked you before leaving the room. Fives’ grin only grew wider, and you sighed. “Whatever you’re about to say, I don’t want to hear it.”

“What makes you think I was going to say anything?”

“You have that stupid look on your face.”

“When your boyfriend wakes up I’m going to tell him that you’re being rude to me.”

“He’s not my boyfriend!”

Fives raised his eyebrows. “Sure, and you’re not still holding his hand or anything.”

You looked down to see your hand still intertwined with Kix’s, but you couldn’t bring yourself to let go just yet. “Shut up.”

“I’m just saying!”

“Fives, I swear-”

“Alright, alright, I’m going now!” he said, and the smirk on his face told you that he knew your threats were all in good fun. “But at least consider telling Kix how you feel when he wakes up, okay? I think you’ll find he feels the same way.”

You were silent, but nodded your head slightly before Fives walked out of the room. He was right, but you didn’t want to admit it. Kix’s sleepy mumbling planted a seed of hope in your soul, but there was also the part of you that was scared you were interpreting this all wrong and that he didn’t feel anything for you beyond friendship. Eventually you let go of Kix’s hand and settled onto another bed in the room, hoping to catch a little more sleep before he woke up and inevitably asked what had happened to him. And right as you were drifting off into dreamland, you could have sworn you heard him mumble your name once more.

Maybe it was your imagination.

But you really hoped it wasn’t.

- the end -

[80pairsofcrocs]

baby scarab || 50

anon - hiii!!! Could you do one where y/n reacts to a cat call and she's kinda like "I'd rather drown and die." And walks home and tells the boys and they're kinda just silently wishing death upon the person you cat called her? You can just ignore/delete!!!

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anon - what would happen if anyone were to say something about y/n and made her feel uncomfortable?

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anon - what if there's a new trainee at the cafe that y/n has to train and she makes her first... AGE APPROPRIATE FEMALE FRIEND *cue air horns*

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anon - hear me out: layla has like a niece or smthn or it’s literally anyone else age appropriate and y/n makes her very first 🥁🥁🥁 healthy female freindship 🍾🍾

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anon - what if y/n has to train someone at the cafe and it’s a girl who is around her age and now she has a freind that is a girl

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anon - I’ve got an idea for your baby scarab series!

Could you do something where the readers schizophrenia is really bad and the boys help her? Like maybe she keeps seeing and hearing things

Thank you, I love your series it’s so good btw :))

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A/N : thank you for the amazing requests :) also some of these took a dark turn, and ik evie aint a new friend but whatever

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A/N : IM RUNNING OUT OF MK GIFS :( also happy early post :))

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), spidey stuff, mentions of violence, language, like two sex jokes, new friend :), panic attack, nightmares, protective dads, pedophilia(?), let me know if i missed anything.

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you were woken up by steven.

he decided it would be a good idea to take your blankets off of you, making you cold and grumpy.

all that got him was webs in his eyes.

he did get you up though, with promises of pop tarts.

you felt.. off as you got up, and you couldn’t even think of a reason why.

you groggily get dressed for work, while glaring at your phone that read 8:48 am.

“steven! i’m going to call in sick!” you exclaim.

“no you are not!” he yells back and you groan.

“worth a shot” you mumble, getting the last bit of your uniform on before finishing getting ready in the bathroom.

you came out while yawning, seeing your promised pop tarts on the counter waiting for you while steven made himself some tea.

“steven i’m sick” you fake cough and he turns around to give you a look.

“no you’re not” he starts, chuckling as you hop up on the counter and lean down to hold your face in your hands. “you need to go to work, y/n” he says sternly and you pick your head up to glare at him.

“but i don’t wanna” you whine and steven just shakes his head.

“you need to earn money” he begins, letting marc explain the rest.

“plus if you want to get into a good college in a couple years. or you can even get your own car”

“a car? i cant even ride a bike” you scoff and it goes silent.

“..you don’t know how to-“

“do you need a reminder of what you saw in my memories? no. you do not” you say to marc quickly and he hums.

“exactly. stay quiet” marc scoffs at your comment while jake snickers at him.

“putting that aside, if you ever need to talk about it, i-“

“okay i’m going to work now bye” you say quickly, picking up your one remaining pop tart and heading for your shoes.

“hey now, not so fast” steven says and you turn around to face him after getting your shoes on.

“you’re forgetting something” he tells you with a smile and you squint your eyes at him.

“i don’t think i am” you challenge and he raises an eyebrow.

you roll your eyes and move forward to catch steven in a hug, to which he follows your lead while you press your face into his neck.

“i’ll be home before dinner” you pull back. “i love you guys” you head to the door, steven reluctantly letting go of you so you could do so.

“we love you too” he responds, watching as you smile and shut the door behind you while you leave for work.

“you should have let her take a sick day, we could’ve spent more time together before she has to go back to school” jake complains and steven goes back to his tea.

“dammit, you have a point” marc groans and steven chuckles while pouring his tea.

“if she really wanted to stay she would’ve” steven begins. “besides it’s only six hours” he shrugs, making marc and jake groan in annoyance.

“we’re bored already” marc complains.

steven just sighs, wanting nothing more than for you to come home and entertain the two nuisances in his head.

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“y/n! i have a special job for you!” your boss, natalie sings out while coming towards you.

it was the middle of your shift, the lunch rush being over by now.

“what is it?” you ask, and then notice the familiar face standing behind her.

“i believe you two have met, so i thought i’d give you the opportunity to train her” natalie starts. “evie applied a few days ago, and it’s been too busy to train her before hand, so i was hoping you could do so now” she says and you smile, wiping off the counter.

“of course, welcome to the team, evie” you say jokingly and she chuckles, natalie patting her shoulder and turning back towards the rooms behind her.

“how have you been?” she starts and you smile.

“the best i can be, you?” you reply and she smiles back.

“me too, now how can you memorize all of those drinks?” she asks dramatically, turning back to the menu and pointing to it.

you chuckle. “don’t worry about it, it’s not as hard as it looks” you assure her, and immediately get started.

you and evie spent all your free time at work to get her used to where everything was and how to make some of the drinks.

she did very well for her first day, so you even let her take some of the orders herself while you supervised.

“you’re a natural” you tell her, wiping off the counter after closing.

“oh stop it” she smiles, washing some of the dirty utensils and dishes.

“no really, the last time i had to train someone they broke the blender and spilled chocolate syrup all over the floor” you shudder at the memory of staying an extra hour to clean all that up.

you also bought a brand new blender without natalie knowing. 

it was a very expensive blender too, and it came right out of your rent money.

you’re glad you don’t have to worry about that anymore.

but you can’t help but wonder how steven, marc, and jake are keeping the rent up.

maybe khonshu had something to do with it, you still had no idea how his magic worked.

“that sounds terrible, i’m glad i didn’t do that” evie says, causing you to snap back to reality and finish cleaning the counters.

“yeah i’m glad too, because i’d make you clean it” you joke, making her laugh.

“if you want i can finish cleaning tomorrow and we can leave early” you offer, and she frowns at you.

“but that’s extra work for you”

“so? it just means i get paid more” you shrug and that brings a smile back to her face.

“thank you, really” she says and you nod.

“it’s no problem, just get your stuff and we can lock up” you tell her, making sure your phone and your key was in your pocket.

you grabbed your bag from under the counter and waited as evie did the same, waiting for you to lead the way.

you do so, leading evie through the back and outside before locking the door behind you two.

“which way are you going?” you ask her, and she points in the opposite direction of the way you go to get home.

“oh” you sigh. “well i’ll see you later then” you wave, backing up slowly in case she had anything else to say.

“yeah, i’ll see you” she turns around and begins walking.

it was almost 5, meaning steven was already cooking, or was going to start soon.

you debated on summoning the suit and following evie home to make sure she didn’t get mugged or something, but thinking about it makes it sound creepy so you decided against it and started on your way home.

it was a very cloudy day, the sun no where to be seen. that meant all the tourists were sight seeing indoors, so the sidewalks were almost empty.

you were about halfway home when a group of guys passes you, and you paid no mind to it until your spidey senses tingled so you stopped and turned around to see them staring at you.

there were three of them, looking maybe a little older than 30.

you just furrow your brows and turn back around when you hear their loud footsteps getting closer, so you turn around again, making them stop.

they seemed to notice your glare and laugh. “what’s your problem? we’re just looking at you” one of them says and you feel your eye twitch.

“yeah, and we like what we’re seein’” one of the other ones adds on and you feel your stomach churn.

you began to feel sick.

you had no idea what to say so you swiftly turned around and ran behind the next corner, hoping they would get the hint and leave you alone.

they didn’t. they kept following you.

“can you leave me alone?” you grit out, whipping around to see their smug faces.

“aw come on, we just want to have a little fun” one of them says in a baby voice towards you.

“well i don’t want to, so stop following me” you say in your most stern voice you can.

on the inside you were freaking out, you just wanted to get home and relax.

yet here you were. being followed by three creepy men.

“don’t be like that, you’re what? 19? 18? good enough for us” he chuckles and you take in a shaky breath, slowly backing up and wondering how nobody is seeing this.

“i’m 17..” you mutter and he groans.

“well, the younger the better”

now that made you want to vomit. you held it back and just stared forward, not knowing what to do.

“you’re disgusting” you frown and back up in larger steps, with them coming towards you at the same time.

“don’t be like that, we just want to-“

“you just want to what?” a deep voice says from behind you, making you turn around to see a familiar face.

“we- we just-“

“you what?! say it!” he yells at the men, stepping in front of you with an arm out.

you were surprised to see frank again, considering you’ve only met him a couple times before  now.

and he always happened to find you when you were in some kind of trouble.

“you think it’s okay to harass kids?!” he shouts at them, gaining the attention of some people across the street.

“hey man chill out we were joking-“

“it didn’t look like you were joking when you were undressing her with your eyes” frank grits out at them, getting in their faces.

“now you’re all going to turn around, and never bother anybody again or i’ll find you, you hear me?” he threatens and they all nod, backing up and running past the corner.

frank turns around and when he sees your shaken form his eyes soften, hesitant to reach out to you but does so anyways.

he puts a hand on your shoulder, but you just end up throwing your arms around him and hanging onto the back of his shirt for dear life.

you felt tears in your eyes, and your hands were shaking, frank patting your back to try and comfort you.

franks eyes darted around at the few people watching, so he gently pried your hands off his back to put an arm around your shoulder and lead you towards the way you were originally going.

you felt yourself shaking as you picked at your fingers while letting frank quickly lead you home.

he stopped and turned you so that you were facing him right in front of your building.

“hey, are you alright?” he starts and rolls his eyes at himself. “dumb question. can i do anything to help you?” he rephrases and you just stare ahead.

he sighs and waves a hand in front of your face to grab your attention.

“it wasn’t your fault, stop thinking that” he says as if he can read your mind.

“but they said-“

“no, it’s on them. it’s not right for them to prey after anybody, especially not young girls” he tells you and you nod.

“but what if you didn’t show up? i cant just- they would’ve seen my face” you almost out yourself, when he gives you a knowing nod.

“hey, red told me about your.. powers so don’t you worry about it” he starts. “i’m positive you could’ve beat all their asses” frank feels proud of himself when you crack a small smile.

“you want me to walk you the rest of the way?” he asks and you nod.

“please”

frank leads you up the elevator and you lead him to your door, fumbling with your key as frank makes sure nobody had followed you.

you unlock the door, and marc ends up approaching to greet you like he usually does.

“hey how was- woah what happened?” he asks, and he tenses up a bit until he sees how out of it you were.

you just purse your lips and look down at your shoes.

“it’s frank right? we’ve met before” marc turns to frank eh nods.

marc moves aside you let both you and frank in, you taking off your shoes and tossing your bag on the ground to go sit on the couch, knees to your chest.

marc looks back at you worriedly. “what happened? is she okay?” he asks frank in a hushed voice and frank shakes his head.

“three guys were following her home, and saying.. some nasty things to her” he answers hesitantly and marc scoffs.

“are you kidding me?” he runs a hand through his hair in stress.

“did they touch her? what did they say?”

“no, they didn’t touch her they just.. told her they wanted to have some fun with her” he begins and marc looks to you in concern.

“i stopped it before it could go too far, but she.. she froze up a couple times” he finishes and marc nods.

“well.. thank you for making sure she got home safe. we owe you” he says and frank nods.

“it’s no problem-“

“no really, if anything happened to her i-“ marc stops himself and frank just nods.

“i get it. both of you stay safe” frank turns to leave and marc doesn’t stop him, until he turns around right before he walks out of the door.

“when she’s back in the right mindset, tell her i said bye and.. if she ever needs me she can get my number from red” and that’s all he says before leaving and shutting the door behind him.

marc just stares at the door for a second before turning to you, who was just staring at the wall.

“kid?” he starts, going to sit down next to you.

“can you talk to us please?” he asks softly and waves a hand in front of your face, making you look at him and come back to reality.

“there you are” he starts. “do you need anything?” he asks and you shake your head.

“my head feels funny” you mumble, and your eyes dart around the room for a couple seconds before looking back at marc as if nothing happened.

he hums and tilts his head. “when was the last time you took your medication?” he asks carefully and watches as you count out two days off your fingers.

“these many days” you nod to yourself, sticking your fingers up in his face.

panic courses through all three of them, steven being the worst.

“oh my god- y/n! that is not healthy i’ve told you this- it could make you sick!” he exclaims and you just nod.

“i’m sorry” you apologize as marc gets up to go find your pills.

“don’t be sorry- it’s- you just forgot right? you’re not trying to hurt yourself?” steven asks and you shake your head.

“okay, good” he lets out a breath.

“take these” marc says, handing you two of your usual pills.

you take them and the cup of water he brought you, and toss them in your mouth, swallowing them with the water.

“good job, now do you need anything else?” he asks and this time you nod.

“what is it?” jake asks and you just look to marc with a small frown.

“jus’ wanna sit here with you guys” you say quietly and they all verbally agree to stay there with you.

“just.. if you want to talk about it we’ll listen” steven tells you and you let a small smile form on your face.

“there’s that smile” marc grins at you and you smile even wider.

“i love you guys”

“i love you too”

“si, nosotros siempre tenemos”

“and we always will, love”

you and your dads all just relaxed that evening, clinging to steven the whole time he made dinner.

beating marc’s ass in uno again once you were in the right mindset.

and falling asleep with the cats and jake. on the floor. quite comfortable actually.

and it was all because you had your dads, and they would always be there for you.

always and forever, until the day they physically can’t anymore.

and let’s just say that’s not anytime soon. 

~~~

A/N : hope you guys liked it, kinda running out of motivation lately UNTIL- i saw the little blue bubble in my inbox and reminded me of how happy it makes me to write for all of you :) see you all in a few days

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[i-love-yoi]

Hero, Mari and Sunny with Idol reader.

I'm very ashamed that it took so long to do this. I just had to correct my grades for the trimester, then my grades, and I could barely crawl to bed, and then again it was 6-7 in the morning, and now I was also sick, but now I’m on sick leave.

TW:GN!reader, romance relationship, Mari from DreamWorld, spoilers(?), takes place after the Mari incident.

Hero

•In fact, the guy supported you at the very beginning, when you were trying to form your own team and reveal your musical skills.

•He often supports you during your training sessions and is clearly proud of you.

•However, if you ask him to control your abilities, he will find fault with absolutely everything.

•It’s like that same person when you’re reciting a poem or reading aloud, and he interrupts you, saying something like: “Actually, there’s not a thread there, but a twig!” and further attacks.

•It seems to me that he is a bit of a perfectionist.

•However, he does this not out of malice, but so that you become more ideal in this matter, and it will be easier for you in the future.

•He also often supports or consoles you, saying: “You would have sung perfectly, but at this moment the tone should have been a little higher.”

•However, if you invite him to your group, he will immediately refuse.

•As he himself believes, singing is not his thing, and performing on stage, I think, is not very comfortable for him.

•As you move forward, further and further, reaching your debut and giving concerts, rest assured that he will shine at every concert you perform.

•He will quickly try to make friends with your group by establishing contact.

•He may spoil you with a trip to a cafe or he will cook some delicious food to praise you.

•Unfortunately, if you travel all the way to other countries, he will not be able to be with you, since, after all, he is studying at college, and there is almost no rest and vacation there.

•However, you can always call him, and after going to the toilet, he can support you, reassure you and wish you good luck, holding his fingers for you.

•If you get your own personal merch, of course, like his little brother, he won’t spend all his money on merch, but he will buy himself some things.

•When you release even your first songs, he will obviously set them as his ringtone or add them to his list of favorite songs.

•To create songs, you need some kind of situation to rely on it and create meaning in the song, because songs are not an empty set of letters and notes, but a whole story of someone’s story and situation, someone’s opinion and thoughts.

•This is where Hero will help you.

•We all know that every branch of the profession has its own dark secrets that not everyone is ready to reveal, but medicine generally has a lot of them.

•Moreover, many trust Hero, and most likely could share their situations and thoughts with him, or accidentally overhear both the lecturer and classmates.

•Also, he is a person who likes to think deeply, so the meaning of the song will always be in your pocket, no matter how many songs you have already made.

•But what if you want to become a Japanese or Korean idol? Are you from another country altogether, but you don’t know their national language?

•Hero will invite you to learn the language together.

•Of course, this will only make it more difficult for him to study in college, but why not just try, like self-development for example?

•Moreover, when you want this with your loved one, it becomes even more pleasant.

Mari

•She will be clearly surprised and will encourage you in your endeavors.

•During training, he will also be slightly supportive and will not be able to take his eyes off you.

•When you gather your personal group, she will get to know everyone there and will immediately find a common language, making friends.

•Often she will treat you with various goodies from her basket, and also, while you are lying on her lap, stroke your head, comforting you and saying that you will succeed and you can do everything.

•Oh, at your concerts she is clearly the brightest of all fans, actively waving glow sticks.

•Although, she will stand out from all the fans, since the omori gang is basically the only one with a human shell of all the inhabitants of Headspace.

•No matter where you play concerts, even if it's inside Humphrey, Mari will still be there.

•If you have your own merch, Mari will definitely buy herself a couple of things, especially if it’s clothes.

•She'll love seeing you blush while she's wearing your band T-shirt with the band name on it.

•She would also talk about you to many people, praising you and your songs.

•Regardless of the meaning of the song, she really likes them.

•If you are a singer, she will obviously ask you for the sheet music of one of your songs, and ask you to do a duet with her while she plays your song on the piano.

•She often asks you for sheet music to play the piano.

•Sometimes out of boredom or when doing something, such as cleaning her basket, she may hum lines from your songs, even if they are in other languages.

•In fact, Mari is one big support group for you.

•If you learn another language, she will enjoy your spoken language.

•Also, she will sometimes ask you how, for example, you say apple in Korean or something else.

•She loves to hear your sweet voice and unfamiliar language; in any case, it will always seem beautiful to her.

Sunny

•He's interested in your desire to become an idol, but of course he won't admit it.

•Seeing your persistence in training, he secretly admires you, so don’t be surprised if he only has eyes for you.

•Honestly, he wouldn’t even make the first movement in the dance with his hands, what can I say further.

•Consider that in Dreamworld you are already the most popular and successful idol that everyone loves.

•Okay, maybe he had a thing for Asian gyaru girls who are very energetic, like puppies, and also a little selfish and arrogant, and your image changed to something like that—

•When you gather a group, he will be a little distant from them, as he will feel uncomfortable.

•These are new people unknown to him, you never know what they will do or say, and they will even take you for something strange, he doesn’t need that.

•You won’t get verbal support from him, sorry, but no.

•However, tactile and physical are clearly to be expected.

•He likes tactility, but doesn't show it very clearly, especially in public.

•At concerts he will be quite quiet, but the glow sticks in his hands will be raised anyway.

•He likes your songs, I'm not kidding.

•He will literally be in headphones 24/7, listening to your songs, even falling asleep with them.

•Because of this, by the way, his ears then hurt terribly and his hearing is much worse.

•If they offer themes for songs, they are mostly dark or rated 18+ or 21+

•But you will accept them anyway.

•He will watch in awe as you create song lyrics out of nothing.

•If you ask him to play a duet with you, he will refuse at that very second, he will clearly be uncomfortable.

•He only knows how to play the violin, and his violin, well... It's broken.

•Yes, even if the violin was repaired, he would still refuse before you finish the sentence.

•Don’t even mention joining a group, he’d rather eat a bar of soap than perform on stage, in front of a large number of people, and also in an unfamiliar company, well, this is clearly not his habitat.

•Moreover, you need to train long and hard and spend a lot of energy.

•He barely has enough strength to get out of bed, what exercises and training?

•If you start learning a foreign language, Sunny, as always, will watch it, admiring you.

•It’s literally like you’re learning to speak again, and he doesn’t even know his native English.

•And when you speak fully in another language, it is heaven for his ears.

•Now in his dreams you also call him nicknames in different languages.

[pillow-anime-talk]

his hands.

request: hiii, 1st things first: i love your blog and your writings and i’m currently binging them hahaha. could you write something smutty (hc or scenario; whatever you think fits better) for kakashi or kankuro. can it be a nsfw friends to lovers? like- the reader doesn’t mean to turn them on but they do multiple times and they just snap? (and maybe, you don’t have to but he notices how obsessed the reader is with their hands?) i hope this is not confusing because i don’t even know how to articulate myself. please ignore this if it made you uncomfortable. thank you so much, i hope you’re doing well and take care of yourself :)

# tags: headcanon; friends to lovers / fwb to lovers; romance; smut; jounin!reader; nsfw

warnings: mention of sex and sexual activities, slow sex, fingering, hands kink, a bit of hair pulling

includes: gender neutral reader ft. kakashi hatake {naruto}

author’s note: my, my. kakashi...

↘ You and Kakashi have known each other for many, many years. You have also been working together for many years in higher rank missions, and you often go out for food or walks together when time and place allow it. You are known in the village and beyond as the Two Dragons of Fire and Water. You also compete often, but nevertheless complement each other well, as friends and... definitely someone else.

↘ You have always felt a strange attraction towards a man. You’ve never denied to yourself that he’s handsome, intelligent, funny, and just plain good in his heart. When you needed advice, he always gave it to you. When you needed help, Kakashi would appear next to you within moments. When you were sick, fair-haired always brought you hot ramen soup with your favorite toppings and medicine. And when you felt sad he would always send you letters or jump in through your window asking why you look so strange.

↘ You really, really liked each other, as evidenced by your eternal concentration while talking together and not taking your eyes off each other. Just like now.

↘ You spent time in your apartment that day. After a long mission that lasted three days, you were finally able to rest. So you offered dinner and some wine; Kakashi really liked your simple snacks, and you took pleasure in receiving compliments and valuable comments from him.

↘ You talked a lot that night and dreamed about the future. You talked about your students, plans, families, and you cried a lot about the past. The wine was sweet, yet very strong.

↘ You don’t even remember when the first clothes fell from your body, and the couch became not only a place to eat cold dishes, but also a place for your heavy and hot kisses. Kakashi was definitely a good kisser, and his lips, always hidden behind the material, were extremely soft, sweet and downright pleasant. Especially when his kisses changed their place. Suddenly his lips began to form tender peck against your collarbones, neck and chest.

↘ “You always wear clothes that have strange effects on me. You shouldn’t be doing this.” He said honestly, slowly taking your kimono off you. His cold hands touched your warm body, making you sigh. You always reacted positively to everything about his fingers; after all, they were so slim and neat despite years of work or hard training... You were delighted with them.

↘ You closed your eyes when Kakashi gently placed your body on the sofa and then squeezed one of your thighs with his hands. Then his right hand moved lower and you bit your lip.

↘ As befits a Konoha’s most talented ninja, his fingers and pace were perfect, calm, confident. With blissful peace you gave yourself fully to your lover, and he only watched your facial expressions with a slight smile.

↘ “We’re doing it again, you know?” At one point the man said, and you just opened one of your eyelids, nodding your head slightly in confirmation of his words. “Maybe we’ll just start dating like a normal couple?”

↘ “If that’s what you want... It’ll be fun and interesting.” You smirked slightly, and the blonde one immediately bent over your face, giving you a gentle, sweet kiss right on your lips. Then his hands moved away from your wet spot and he took his own manhood in one hand. He entered you without much trouble, while grasping your hips tightly with his fingers. You groaned  again.

↘ Kakashi’s fingers touched your face, your neck, your both arms. He gently caressed your sensitive areas, and you responded by pulling his hair or leaving visible marks on his back. Sex was lovable, long and incredibly tender. Definitely different from all the previous ones; more intimate.

↘ Your eyes met every few short moments and your breaths merged into one. You tasted wine, you smelled sweat, you felt just good.

↘ It was the first time you felt so close to each other. It was magical and intriguing.

[k-sickies]

3k of what was just a small idea...

Or more like the story on how Yeosang found out that he can't handle a person being sick to their stomach anymore-

Warning: description of vomit

Vacation. Ah what a beautiful word. Especially after an amazing but stressful tour. 

For a few weeks Ateez are allowed to have free time, it was just three days off but to them it meant everything. Without a camera or staff. 

The members individually decided what to do. Some of them stayed home and used the time to relax. Then there are Yeosang and San. 

Those two decided to go on a trip to Jeju island. Just the two of them relaxing in the beautiful nature. But before flying to Jeju, they had to take the train for a few hours since they planned to make a short stop at Sans hometown and visit his parents.

-

“Yeosang~ we are running late! Usually you're not that slow with packing. What are you doing??” San whined, standing in the door frame of the olders room and watching him search for something in his wardrobe.

“I’m looking for what to wear for the last few days! I have my casual clothes but I don’t really have anything nice picked out.” Yeosang mumbled distractedly, a small pout on his lips. 

Anyone could tell that Yeosang was really excited for the trip as he usually wants the tip to break his head over what to wear that much.

San smiled softly and walked over to the older, lightly smacking his friend's butt. 

“Yeosangie you're really special.” He giggled as he looked through Yeosangs wardrobe. Picking a few clothes out of it and putting it neatly into the older one's suitcase. 

The good thing is that the younger one knows exactly what Yeosang likes to wear and how he could stress himself out over the smallest things.

Yeosang watched San in awe. His eyes were shining. He's really happy to have such a good friend.

“Ready, puppy?” San teased as he ruffled through the olders blonde coloured hair.

“I think so..” Yeosang trailed off, distracted by Sans actions. He quickly checked off his mental checklist before nodding as confirmation. “Yeah, I’m ready. Also, I’m not a puppy!”

“Yes you are!” San laughed as he quickly rushed out of the olders one's room. 

Knowing too well that Yeosang would get his revenge as soon as they’re in the car.

So San grabbed his own luggage and quickly walked over to the car, putting it in the trunk and seating himself on the backseat. 

Luckily they have one of those privacy screens between the back and front seat, so the manager wouldn’t bother them and they have their privacy. 

San could swear he forgot something, he checked his list but as soon as Yeosang entered the car, his thoughts stopped. Probably wasn’t anything important. 

He looked up at the older and put his most innocent smile on, blinking his eyes in hopes that Yeosang would be easy in his revenge.

Yeosang pouted a little at him. “At least I'm not a mountain.” He huffed playfully, crossing his arms. 

“You’re a mountain.” Yeosang repeated, holding back a giggle and trying to stay serious.

San acted offended and shocked. Putting his hand over his heart. “Wow Yeo. How can you get so personal?”

It stayed silent for a while until both of them broke into a laughing fit. Now it’s finally time to start their own little trip. And it will be a good one. At least that’s what they thought. 

Until 20 minutes into the drive San knew what he forgot. His medicine for motion sickness. It’s now sitting at home.. on the counter.. all alone.

How stupid could a person be? Forgetting their own medicine. 

San knew better than to forget that, he knew how horrible his motion sickness could get. For a moment he wanted to tell Yeosang and ask if they could turn around and get the pills. But he decided against it as he saw the sweet smile on the olders lips as he looked out of the window, clearly excited. San couldn’t destroy that peace. 

He smiled fondly as he watched the older. 

How can such a person be such an Angel? San thought. 

San sighed to himself. Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad this time and he would make it through the whole car ride without getting violently sick. After all, he doesn't feel any kind of symptoms right now. Maybe luck would be on his side today.

On occasion, Yeosang turned to San to point out the interesting little things his eyes picked up on. Sometimes it would be a little field of flowers and other times it would be him pointing out nostalgic buildings. His favorite cafe, an arcade, the McDonald’s that Wopyoung got sick at one time.. it was funny how the littlest things had such a big meaning. 

“Sannie look!” Yeosang exclaimed, pointing out an animal shelter. “I wanna adopt them all.” He pouted. “Sannie can we get another dog?"

Slowly, San turned his gaze out of the window. Knowing that this may trigger his motion sickness. He looked over to the animal shelter. Smiling about the fact that Yeosang would like to help every creature in the world. San is no different. He would too. 

“I don’t think we can handle more than one dog, Yunho is enough.” He chuckled 

“But I’m sure we could ask at the shelter if we could walk some dogs for them in our free time?” 

San knew their free time was limited and there’s rarely a chance they would get to do that. But right now he doesn’t want to destroy the mood and just hopes he could please the older with that.

The younger tilted his head to look at the older one. Noticing his eyebags. He must be tired. No wonder. He didn’t sleep the whole night, too excited for the trip. But San also knew that Yeosang never sleeps in cars, always having a hard time to rest in them.

Yeosang noticed him looking up at him. The older tilted his head at him with curiosity. “What is it, Sannie?” He smiled. He knew San well, and he also knew that the face he was making was his “oh- that’s worrying” face. 

“Is there something on my face??” He pulled out his phone to look in the front camera, turning his head at all angles to make sure he looked okay.

San snorted. “Yes, your eye bags that make you look like a zombie. Didn’t you sleep?” 

He knew the answer but he still wanted to hear it.

“Give me a break, I was too excited!” Yeosang whined playfully at him. It was true. Sometimes when he was too excited or too nervous for something, it took him forever to fall asleep. Sometimes he even had to take medicine to help him sleep, but even then he’d often be awake until 4 am because his body still wouldn’t let him. At least it was out of excitement this time.

San hummed understanding. 

“So you want to try to sleep? You look exhausted.”

He knew the answer. Yeosang wouldn’t be able to. Not in the car, not like that. San did know a way it would work out, but he also knew how shy Yeosang could get. So he wanted him to admit that he really is feeling exhausted. That would be a tough one. Even though he could already see Yeosang yawning. 

“You know my shoulder is rather comfortable. That’s what Woo always says.” San giggled.

“Well.. I could try, but I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to fall asleep. You know it’s impossible for me to in a car.” Yeosang sighed. “I’ll be okay.”

San rolled his eyes. “Idiot.” 

Without saying anything else he wrapped his arm around the olders waist and pulled him close. So now Yeosangs head was resting on the youngers shoulder. San could feel that Yeosangs body stiffened under the sudden skin ship. 

His arm that was around the olders waist carefully took Yeosangs arm and started drawing circles on it. That’s what Wooyoung always did to San when he had trouble falling asleep after getting sick in the car. He knew that Yeosang would eventually relax. At least he hopes so. He doesn’t want the older to be all tired as soon as they arrive. He knew how devastating it would be for Yeosang to not enjoy every minute of their trip.

Sadly San could feel that Yeosang was still stiff under his touch and didn’t relax one single muscle. San knew why. The older is probably flustered by the situation. 

“It’s only awkward if you’re making it awkward.” San murmured. His voice was soft, sounding comforting.

Yeosangs eyes were widened with surprise, his cheeks red and his heart pounding. What was he supposed to do? He can't help but feel shy about every sudden skinship. Eventually, he found himself subconsciously relaxing under Sans touch, trying to fight the urge to close his eyes. Soon, a wave of sleepiness overwhelmed him and his eyes began fluttering close. His breathing began evening out. He was falling asleep.

“Liar” San grinned. 

He was proud of himself. Being able to let the older fall asleep in a car was something one could be proud of. Honestly he was surprised that it worked. Actually he thought it wouldn’t and he would just have a tired and moody Yeosang the whole car right. Luckily that wasn’t the case. 

Now it was his turn to stare out of the window and enjoy the view a bit. 

As Yeosang slept, the more relaxed he became. His arm landed onto the youngers lap and remained there for a bit before he shifted in his sleep. His arm snakes around his waist and he buried his face further into San. He’d never been able to sleep so peacefully during a car ride.

San smiled softly as he watched the slightly older sleeping so peacefully. He pulled him just a little closer and continued to look out of the window. 

Honestly he can feel his stomach acting up. There’s a slight discomfort sitting on the top of his stomach. A slight headache settling in. 

Maybe it would go away. At least that’s what he wished for. 

Around 40 minutes later San knew his wish wasn’t granted. The uncomfortable feeling morphed into a painful one. Nausea settled deep in his stomach. His hands shaking and the dizziness only getting worse with each movement of the car. He could feel all the bumps of the road. Rocking his stomach contents back and forth. San can’t help but squeeze his eyes shut. Sweat dripped down his brows. 

Yeosangs arm around his waist is no longer a nice presence. The pressure feels too harsh on his stomach. Only making the nausea more known. A burp interrupted him, tasting sour. San knew what was going on. He needs to wake Yeosang up. Quick. 

But after the fifth time he tried to shake the older awake to no avail, San gave up. That wasn’t his best idea. Letting Yeosang, the exhausted and tired Yeosang, sleep in the car while he forgot to take his damn medicine. But the older one looked so exhausted and tired. San couldn’t help himself. But this is a price he’s willing to pay for his friend. 

However, with a rather harsh bump the seatbelt and Yeosangs arm got pressed more into his stomach. Only now he knew how upset his stomach really is. He doesn’t even have the time to swallow down the sickness. Because suddenly he leaned forward with a gag and clear liquid rushed up his throat. Splashing directly onto Yeosangs lap, waking him up in the process. Normally San would immediately apologize, but he couldn’t react that fast. All he was able to do was fold himself around his stomach and let the rush of sickness come up his throat. He was coughing and tears started to stream down his eyes. The sickness burning his throat. He needs to get out of here but the manager is still driving, not noticing what is going on due to the blind screen. He hopes that Yeosang isn’t mad at him, after all getting thrown up on isn’t very pleasant.

Yeosang didn’t even really process the fact that he had a pile of puke on his lap, he weasnt really awake yet. As soon as he actually noticed what was going on he couldnt help but feel really uneasy. The warm liquid in his lap, the smell. He felt like throwing up himself. However he was quick to rub San back. He whimpered a little, anxiously. He didn’t know what to do. “I-It’s okay Sannie-“ the older attempted to help him.

Yeosang looked around for something, anything he could use as a trash can. He couldn’t find anything, so he just continued rubbing Sans back while trying his best to keep his own stomach in place.

San gasped between heaves. Trying to get words out. 

“S-stop the c-car..” he somehow managed to mumble between heaves. 

By now Sans hands were also soiled with sickness. But he couldn’t help but ignore that for the moment. He didn’t care. Not while feeling this sick.

Yeosang nodded and got the driver's attention to pull over. Once they did so, Yeosang carefully helped his friend out of the car. Along the way, he whispered what he had hoped to be words of comfort. He always did his best to make sure he was doing all he could to help. He’d feel useless just standing aside and being.. well, useless.

As soon as they got out of the car San hunched over, steadying himself with his hands on his knees. While Yeosang kept his distance. He couldn’t help but feel uneasy with the sight. Yeosang knew he had to help San but the situation was just too overwhelming. 

San was in absolute agony with another gag, clear liquid rushed up his throat, splashing on the street's asphalt. He gagged again, this time it was unproductive. Only spit hanging on his plump lips. There was nothing else in San as he was left in dry gags. Not being able to calm down. He tried to take a few deep breaths in and out. Until he finally looked at the puddle of puke in front of him. He cringes at the sight.

His hands were soiled, actually his pants and some parts of his shirt too. San just wiped off his hand on his pants, not caring since it’s already soiled. 

He guided one of his own hands under his shirt and placed it on his upset stomach. The nausea is still there, but slowly calming down. The solid ground he's standing on doesn’t make any movement. He’s still feeling dizzy though, but his mind no longer clouded. 

He spit on the ground one more time, trying to get the disgusting taste out of his mouth. 

Finally he looked up at Yeosang and saw his soiled pants. 

“Yeo..I'm so sorry.." he teared up. 

"I-I really didn’t mean to…. I wanted to wake you up…but I felt so sick and-“ he sighed, the redness on his cheeks is the only color that was left on the singer's face.

“Hey, hey..don't cry...” Yeosang began. Now feeling really guilty about not being able to help the younger.

“It’s okay. Don’t worry about it, okay? I- I need to get this pants off-” 

Yeosang couldn't help but rush out of the situation and get fresh pants out of his suitcase. He quickly changed himself, not caring that they're in public. Ad soon as he was in new pants the grabbed the hand sanitizer and cleaned his hands. 

"It's okay. It was just vom- no. It's water. Yes it was just water. Nothing else." Yeosang tried to calm himself.

Meanwhile San had cleaned himself up too with the help of the manager.

“I think I have some water.” the manager said.He went to check his bag. Thankfully he brought a water bottle. He unscrewed the cap and he helped San sip the water. “Slowly.” He reminded.

San nodded as he grabbed the bottle. Taking a few sips out of it. After that he took another sip to clean his mouth. At least some of the gross taste was out of his mouth now. He’s still feeling dizzy and weak though. 

San looked over to the car, frowning as he watched Yeosang. The manager knew better and gave some room for the two idols.

Yeosang walked up to San. Looking down and fumbling with his fingers.

“I’m sorry.. the car is all soiled now. Your pants too..” he bit his lips, trying not to tear up again.

“Ahh I should really clean that up now.”

San rubbed his neck in embarrassment. Only now really realizing what was really going on.

“No, no no!" Yeosang immediately rushed to San, teying his best to forget what happened. He wrapped an arm around San, gently rubbing up and down his arm. “We can take care of that later, you’re more important, okay? Someone will clean it up, you need to rest the best you can for now.” 

Yeosang offered a small smile, hoping that he was being comforting enough. He was often a bit awkward and didn’t really know what to say, but he hoped he helped, even if it was just a little. 

San sighed. “I’m still sorry...” 

Then he looked down to the olders fresh pants. 

“Aren't those mine?" San asked 

Yeosang looked down at the pants. Now that San mentioned it. Those definitely aren't Yeosangs pants. 

"Oh- I must have grabbed the wrong suitcase-."

San chuckled “You did."

“Maybe~” Yeosang giggled playfully. “Alright come on, you gotta rest.” He carefully helped San back into the cleaned car, having him lean against him the same way that the younger did for him earlier. He held him close, rubbing gentle circles on his back. 

“Try to rest now, okay?” Yeosang whispered. He hoped that he did somewhat okay with taking care of his friend. As he continued to hold him close, he could feel the younger's breathing begin to even out. He sighed in relief at that. “Get better soon, Sannie.”

Yeosang couldn't help but feel relief that San was sleeping now. He had to admit that the situation grossed him out a lot. Actually it made him feel sick himself but as the only comfort place for San right now, he had to be there for him. Even if it meant that he had to stay strong. However, he knows better now. Next time they're in a car he will make sure not to sleep on anyone's lap or even be near someone who might get sick. He never had a problem with vomit before but now he isn't so sure anymore…

[animatorweirdo]

Bitter water

You dream of your past, which only leaves you wondering more. You also taste something that leaves a very bitter taste in your mouth.

Warnings: some pining, reader being a bit pathetic, pleading, mentions of a gunshot, a sick child, the temperature falling, medicine tasting, Camilla being very strict about things.

Chapter 3

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Everything felt distorted and hazy. Muffled sounds surrounded you, and you couldn’t move until you woke up to the sound of the school bell. The loud ringing of the bell snapped you awake, and you found yourself standing near the lockers of the old high school you used to attend. There were students everywhere, and you felt younger than before. 

“(Name)!” Camilla yelled, gaining your attention. “Did you manage to do your part of the assignment? God knows how much that teacher is going to complain if we don’t submit it today,” she said with her usual annoyed tone. “Yeah. I have it right here,” you showed her the stack of papers you held in your hands. “Good. Submit it, and we might end up spending a free day from grandmother’s lectures,” she took out a set of books and then closed her locker. 

You let out a sigh. “You sure I can’t go to the prom? It's our last year here,” you questioned. 

“(Name), my parents have explained a thousand times why you can’t go. It's too risky since you haven’t finished the EM training,” Camilla explained, mentioning your emotion management training, which you have been attending since you first moved to her family compound. “I think I can handle myself and my emotions. This is most likely my only chance to enjoy something like this since I wasn’t allowed to attend the last ones, so please—” you said with praying hands. 

“I’m sorry, but no, and besides— who were you planning to ask to go there with you?” Camilla asked. “This place is full of dimwits and idiots who think it's funny to constantly make Indian jokes,” she explained. “Yeah…those are getting pretty old,” you stated while thinking about Camilla’s bullies. 

“I…was thinking about asking an old friend,” you smiled. “Who?” Camilla frowned. You then glanced behind her to see a boy talking with his friend. He was laughing at something, and his smile made your heart beat faster. “Jace? No,” Camilla rejected after seeing him. 

“Why not? He’s a good friend of ours?” you asked, shocked by her response. 

“Yeah, and that’s what worries me. You’re not ready for relationships,” Camilla replied. “Who said we’re gonna end up together?” you asked, nearly teasing the thought. “You were literally just looking at him with love-struck puppy eyes, and asking someone to prom is like the most basic and boring trope for a high school romance drama,” she explained. “And a perfect recipe for catastrophe. You can’t ask him to prom. What if he discovers your secret?” she asked sternly.

“I’m certain it's going to be fine, especially if it's only going to be for one night,” you rolled your eyes at her sternness. “No matter the reason —no,” she said, and you whined. “Fine—” you said with a defeated tone. “Good girl. Now —” she started, but then Jace walked over to you with a smile. 

“Hey, (Name),” Jace’s enthusiastic voice broke the silence. You glanced at Camilla. “Well, speak of the devil,” you grinned, then turned toward Jace. “Hey, Jace. What’s up?” you put up a smile. 

“Good — I just wanted to ask if you had any plans for the end of this year. Anything special?” Jace asked. “No… I will most likely just spend it as usual. You know… the training program, therapy, and the usual,” you answered. “Ah–nothing else?” he questioned. 

“Well–you know my foster parents. They’re very strict about it, especially since the incident with my family,” you said, thinking about the death of your family. “I…can see that,” he nodded with a sympathetic look. “Well, since this is our last year and you haven’t been allowed to attend the previous proms for some reason. I was wondering…” Your heart started beating faster while waiting for what you thought he was going to say. 

“...I was wondering if you would like to come to this year’s prom with me if your foster parents finally allow you to come,” he said. 

“Uhmm…” you lost your ability to speak. You quickly glanced at Camilla, who was shaking her head, but your mind didn’t click soon enough, and you said the opposite. “Yeah…sure! I would love to come with you…” you said rather quickly. 

“You sure? They’re finally allowing you to come!” Jace asked with a happy tone. “Yes. It’s our last year, so I’m certain they will allow me to come this time,” you smiled. “That’s wonderful! I keep in touch,” he said, then left for class. Your chest was beaming with happiness, and you looked back at Camiilla — only to be faced with her unhappy frown. Deep down, you had screwed up. 

“You…donkey!” she smacked you in the head, making you yelp and groan in pain. 

“I panicked, okay! I wasn’t really expecting him to ask me to prom,” you explained while flailing your arms in defense. 

She sighed and pinched her brows. “You have to tell Jace that you can’t come. My parents will not allow it,” she stated. “Please, Cami, It will only be for one night. I promise! Nothing serious will happen. I will even take another red pill just in case,” you pleaded, but she only rolled her eyes at you. “Please, I’ll do anything. Your parents might not listen to me, but they will definitely listen to you,” you whined, grabbing her hands with pleading eyes. 

“Please, please, please — let me have one fun night. You would be the best foster sister ever,” you begged with all your heart. 

Camilla stared at you with reluctance, struggling to decide before releasing an exasperated sigh. “Fine…” she looked away. “Yes! Thank you! You’re the best!” you pulled her into a tight hug. “But you better not make me regret this decision,” she said, pushing you away. “I won’t! I promise!” you grinned at her. “Great…” she muttered with a frown. 

A loud gunshot was heard across the hall, followed by screaming. 

You jolted awake with a gasp. Your heart pounded against your ribs as the sound of the gunshot still echoed in your ears. It was a familiar sound that had been engraved into your mind ever since that day.

You calmed yourself down and stared at the ceiling while thinking about the dream, which was actually a memory.

Jace, your former high school sweetheart. He used to be a good friend and a loving boyfriend since you started temporarily dating after he asked you to prom, but ever since the day the incident happened – you and him were never the same. 

A frown dressed your face as you thought about him. Why would you dream of him all of a sudden? It’s been years since the whole thing happened. 

Is there a purpose, or are you being punished for what happened?

A sigh escaped your lips as you shook your head and got up from your bed. Whatever it was, it didn’t matter, so you might as well prepare for the day’s work. 

Dipping the towel in a bucket of water, you twisted it, letting out all the extra water before gently laying it down against the child’s forehead. Camilla was seated on the other side of the child’s bed, feeding the child with medicine. 

“Hey, do you think we could visit Talla? I heard she opened a new bakery,” you questioned. “Sure…right after we’re done here,” Camilla answered, feeding the last bits of the medicine to the child. “Cool. I really miss the taste of doughnuts,” you said, then released a yawn. 

Camilla glanced at you. “You didn’t sleep well last night?” she asked. “Just another dream. Not as bad as the last one, but for some reason–” You released another yawn. “...I feel even more tired,” you finished. 

Camilla looked at you for a moment before putting the medicine away. “We’re done here for now,” she stood up, startling you, but you took the towel and stood up as well. 

After leaving the mother with a prescription for the medicine, you two walked out of the house. “That was quick. You didn’t even recite the whole medicine book to the mom,” you teased as you stopped in front of her, carrying the medicine bag. 

Camilla suddenly laid her hand against your forehead and skin. You nearly jumped from the sudden intrusion of her cold hands. She then pulled away and started searching for something in her pocket. 

“Just as I thought, your temperature is dropping again,” she said. “Did you remember to take the medicine this morning?” she asked, making you frown. “I did. I took one after I woke up,” you replied, confused. Shen then pulled out a vial and handed it to you. 

“Drink this — it should enhance the effects of your current medicine and pick up your temperature,” she explained while you stared at the yellowish liquid inside. It had a strange plant inside, and the color reminded you of pee. 

“What is it made out of?” you opened the vial. “Some ginger, lemon, and herbs added with snail grass and other concoctions,” Camilla recited as you took a sniff and squinted your brows from the smell.

“Sounds and smells nasty,” you put the vial against your lips and drank the whole thing. 

Your eyes nearly popped out of their sockets after the liquid touched your tongue. You nearly spitted the whole thing out, but you fought back and slowly swallowed all of it. You then gagged. 

“That!” you gasped out. “Was sour as hell!” you smacked your lips in pain as the sour taste lingered in your mouth. You spitted the plant that came along to the ground. 

“Well— at least your temperature got better,” Camilla said after checking your forehead again. “And you don’t feel tired after that one, right?” she questioned. “After swallowing that bitter water of absolute despair—no,” you said sarcastically as you two continued walking through the busy street. 

You walked the higher streets and were nearly back at the Healer’s wing till something caught both of your attention. Some men and elves were talking at a nearby bar about something very ear-catching. 

“I swear to you! The snowstorm I saw last winter was unlike any other storm I have seen. It was nearly covering the whole land in a violent hurricane, and it was definitely not a natural storm,” The old man spoke.

You and Camilla glanced at each other since he was obviously talking about the snowstorm caused by the Snow Queen. 

“You think Morgoth had anything to do with it?” someone asked. “Unlikely! Because why would he suddenly burn the lands and then create a snowstorm that didn’t even last long? That storm would have lasted longer if it was the dark lord,” the old man answered. “It was definitely the Orc eater!” he said, catching your and Camilla’s full attention. 

“The Orc eater? What in the Ironhells is that?” one of the elves asked.

“You don’t know? Last winter, in Maglor’s gap, was seen a creature unlike any other, a beast that preyed on the orcs and ate them alive,” The old man described, and you had a minor flashback of what happened in Maglor’s former fortress. 

“I heard it devoured the whole orc army, leaving none alive. Only those who were prisoners there survived. They didn’t have the chance to look at it, but they knew it was there, hunting…” the old man started. “It ran faster than any horse. It used mimicry of voice to lure its prey, and when the orcs would think they were safe, it would attack and kill them crucially, eating their flesh and snapping their bones with its teeth like they were nothing but a snack,” your skin shivered as he continued. 

“Its presence was so terrifying that the survivors do not even dare to speak about it, afraid it would come back to finish them off,” he ended. 

You paled as that was a perfect description. 

“I heard the snowstorm arrived when the creature appeared, rendering the orcs helpless and vulnerable as they couldn’t handle the extreme cold, a perfect playground for a hunt, so the snowstorm had to be that creature’s doing. It is a beast of winter,” the old man stated. 

“And where could this creature be now? Nothing else has been heard since the winter passed,” someone asked. “It dislikes heat, so it has definitely gone to slumber like how bears hibernate through winter, waiting for next winter and its next chance to hunt,” the old man replied. 

Camilla glanced at you while you stared into the void. “Sounds about right,” you stated as you two continued walking. 

“Your little adventure gained some attention,” Camilla said. “Well, I haven’t been active in months, and spring is just around the corner, so I should be alright, right?” you asked. “Yes, but even though the beast might be at its weakest under the spring heat. You might still end up active if we don’t find the replacement soon,” she explained. You sighed. “Now I kinda wish Wendigos did hibernate through springs and summers,” you said. 

“One thing for sure… I never planned to become a cryptid in this world,” you said as you walked up the stairs. 

“By the way, there’s a hunt coming up to purge some orcs, so just in case,  we will be joining with other healers,” Camilla started speaking as you approached the front entrance to the Healer’s wing. “We need to check we have kits for injuries and –” Camilla’s voice faded from your focus as you spotted Maglor across the courtyard. He stood beside his brother, listening to him talk with other elves before he locked eyes with you. You smiled and gave him a little wave, which he returned with a small raise of hand before going back to listening to his brother with a soft smile on his face. 

You watched him for a moment, feeling the sense of longing come back and embrace you from within till Camilla suddenly smacked you out of it. 

“Are you even listening?” she asked with a judging glare as you rubbed the spot she hit you. “Of course, I was… what’s up?” you asked, even though it was an obvious lie. 

She glared at you. “We don’t have time for your crushing, so how about you stop daydreaming? You know well why you can’t be doing that,” she said after seeing Maglor. “I’m not crushing! I just think it's nice to see him here and then,” you excused while Camilla looked at you judgementally. 

“Hmm. Right. You do know that your crushing is as obvious as your lack of sleep? Now come on, we have work to do,” she said, walking through the door. You sighed, glancing at Maglor, who was leaving, before turning toward the door. You walked through the entrance, closing the door behind you.

[kinatsuen]

Let's say one of them gets sick--not to the point of being hospitalized, but maybe a cold or a flu. How would the other two try to care for him? (By the way, I just finished season 1 the other day. Such a cute show! I was already on the En x Atsushi train from the first couple of episodes, but after the finale, I couldn't help but want to include Kinshiro as well. I'm so glad to have found others who ship the three together!)

(My answer for this question got a little out of hand so I'm sorry about the length...! I’m just so glad to see someone still interested in this ship in 2023! it was a lot of fun to think about these three in depth again. I too was a big En/Atsushi fan early on but their dynamic as a trio was undeniable!!! If you have any other questions/thoughts to share, this ask box will be open for them!!! In the meantime, I hope you enjoy these rambling musings of mine :] )

I imagine En, who is lethargic on a GOOD day, would be the biggest baby of them all when he’s sick. 100% doesn’t even try to leave the bed, just whines until Atsushi or Kinshirou agrees to stay with him / feed him his soup / give him a gentle shoulder or head massage to help with his headache, etc… Atsushi is, as always, the mom friend, so I imagine he’s more than happy to acquiesce, and has a very involved soup he makes from scratch whenever any of them is sick, and he makes it while Kinshirou’s on babysitting duty. Meanwhile, Kinshirou: he may act cold or above it all at times, but he’s a natural worrywart. You probably haven’t gotten to that part of the series yet so sliiiiight spoiler warning (although I’ll keep it pretty vague), but in season 2 his somewhat excessive worrying about Atsushi is actually a pretty big plot point! So, I imagine that kind of behavior definitely comes out in full force when En is sick. Kinshirou would be the most genuinely upset of them all (including En), fussing and fretting while Atsushi laughs from the kitchen and tells him En will be just fine and that he’s definitely being a big baby / exaggerating how bad he feels because he knows Kinshirou will fawn over him (and he is right. He’s known En longer, so he’s quite familiar with his antics!). If medicine or groceries need to be gotten, it’s always Atsushi who goes: Kinshirou doesn’t want to let En out of his sight. 

Usually, Kinshirou is the first person to chide En about his laziness being a bad habit, so you’d think that in a situation where that laziness (and accompanying whininess!) is upped, there would be a lot more scolding, but it’s quite the opposite: on a normal day, En isn’t doing much by CHOICE. When he’s sick, he can’t help it, and Kinshirou becomes much more accommodating because of it. He may know En doesn’t REALLY need to be treated so gently, but he treats it as an excuse of sorts to be as soft and obliging to En’s whims as he wants, since he would normally encourage him to be more proactive and do things himself for his own good. Basically, En being sick is an excuse for Kinshirou to be doting and spoil him a little, almost as if to make up for being a bit of a (loving) hardass on regular days! En, for his part, absolutely loves it of course. 

En I feel would bounce back the quickest out of the three of them, so it’s almost never a long affair when he’s sick, but he does drag it out a bit because he likes when Kinshirou is soft with him, so he might play-cough or complain a bit for the next week after he finally recuperates to score some bonus cuddles and kisses. 

Now, when Atsushi is sick: he tends to try to diligently do his usual chores/work, but quickly is cowed when En and Kinshirou team up to force him to REST. He’s conflict avoidant to a fault: if his boyfriends say he’s going to lie down, take his medicine, and nap until he sweats out his fever, who is he to argue? He’s definitely the best cook between the three of them, and his get-well-soon soup is a bit complicated/involved, so early in their relationship especially, they’re not quite able to tackle it alone. If he’s well enough (according to them), he might be allowed to sit at the dinner table wrapped up in a thick fluffy blanket and walk them through the steps, but if he tries to help at all (“Just let me dice the vegetables, it barely takes any strength!”) he’s quickly met with a glare from Kinshirou and a disabling octopus-hug from En. If he’s truly under the weather and can’t manage that, I’d say Kinshirou is quite capable of making Atsushi something comforting and tasty, since he canonically lives alone I believe (and thus has presumably had to cook for himself on several occasions). En becomes the human teddy bear on such occasions, providing constant calming comfort as Atsushi lets his diligence slip for once and openly wallows in his misery a bit (definitely not to the same degree as En does, but still). Once he’s fed, watered, and medicated, Kinshirou joins their little cuddle puddle, as fevers and illness tend to make Atsushi dwell on the pains of the past, and Kinshirou’s presence in particular helps keep the bad feelings at bay (he’s there, he’s WITH Atsushi, they’re not apart, things are so much better now, etc. etc.). Atsushi I picture kinda going from 0 to 100 quite fast, so one day he’s feeling bad and the next morning it’s almost like it never happened. He always wants to throw himself back into the swing of things right away, but of course, Kinshirou and En are having NONE OF THAT, and force him to take it easy for a while longer before they deem him well enough to be left alone.

Kinshirou is a different beast entirely. He’s more disciplined than anyone else they know, and so even En and Atsushi would be hard-pressed to identify when he’s started to feel ill before it starts getting out of hand. He hides his truest pains well, and is reluctant to show weakness even now, when he knows logically that he has people who love him and who he can trust with the fragile, needy parts of himself. Deep down, he still feels it would be asking too much of them to bare those “ugly” parts of himself and expect them to care for him and take them in stride. He sometimes doesn’t feel deserving of their attention when he’s not giving something back, even when he’s at his lowest and has nothing TO give back. Memories of how he behaved towards them for so long embarrass him still, and he sometimes bitterly thinks he was just /lucky/ that they could still love him even after they saw him at his nastiest and neediest, and that he has to do all he can to make sure his luck doesn’t run out. These negative feelings are only exacerbated by his feverish state when sick, which makes it hard to think straight. He worries that acting anything like he did then, wanting or demanding attention and care beyond what they freely give him, being /greedy/ for it, will make them think of how he was then like it always makes him think of it. When he is sick and frustrated and snaps out of pain and exhaustion, he thinks of himself as he was, and he doesn’t want them to think of him that way, so he’s reluctant to reveal it at all, and presses on as normal until either they notice on their own or he simply can’t go on anymore and it FORCES them to notice (often because he passes out from sheer exhaustion). And of course, every time, they prove his worst fears wrong, because they DO love him, and they DO want to care for him and make his hurt better any way they possibly can, no matter if he’s a little short with them. 

Once his diligent, poised facade is broken, I imagine Kinshirou to be the weepiest and most miserable of the three when sick (compared to En, who mostly just whines about any and all discomfort and pain and doesn’t want to deal with anything, and Atsushi, who is more easily comforted and rarely falls into sadness spirals). He spends so much energy and time keeping his feelings in check, whether for the sake of his duties or out of personal preference (or those misguided feelings of obligation to be “perfect” for En and Atsushi), that when the dam breaks, there’s just that much more ready to flood out. He cries quite a bit, often quietly, sniffling miserably and hiding his face in whoever’s neck is closest, and so water and electrolyte drinks are a big must. One of his boyfriends absolutely MUST be with him at all times (although that’s basically par for the course when any of them is sick), though he will sometimes blearily insist that he’s okay and that En and Atsushi can leave him be and do whatever they have to/want to do (as if they haven’t dropped anything and everything already from the second that they realized he needed them). Atsushi will still make his Amazing soup, but he might rush it just a tad, because he can hear Kinshirou crying for him from the bedroom, all warbled and wet, even as he snuggles into En’s embrace and grips him as tightly as his sickness-weakened hands possibly can. They’d set him up in the kitchen like they do with Atsushi sometimes, but when he’s sick enough to need help, he’s too sick to sit up straight, so they may sometimes have to resort to something silly, like having their phones open on a call so Atsushi can talk to Kinshirou easily from the kitchen and reassure him from afar with his vocal presence. Feeling abandoned is the absolute worst possible thing for Kinshirou, especially when he’s sick and vulnerable, so even when he sleeps (usually fitfully), both En and Atsushi want to be there, because once early in their relationship he woke up to neither of them in the room (Atsushi was at the store, En was puttering around the house looking for something to entertain Kinshirou with when he woke up) and the resulting heartbreak when a delirious Kinshirou thought they had disappeared for good was too much for them to bear. For a while even after both of them had returned, he was completely inconsolable. They’d rather die than let him go through that again. (Of course, they wouldn’t simply forget that that happened afterwards, no matter how much Kinshirou would like them to. They talk about it, about the still-underlying insecurities and fears that plague Kinshirou (evidently deeply enough that he believes the people who love him may turn on him over essentially nothing), and they work through it together. It gets better over time, with patience and love :] ) 

Kinshirou is the one for whom sickness tends to linger, so even when he’s well enough to go back to school and his duties, he will likely still be a bit fatigued and sniffly, so En and Atsushi remain clingy and overprotective until he’s in tip-top shape (and honestly, probably a bit after too. It never hurts!) 

[anti-katsuki-lounge]

I'd love that! Feel free to tell me any ideas for any characters! Also, yes, that's why made Oswald leader! That and his character in Epic Mickey is awesome and I wish we had more of him! (Without Disney ruining it, of course!) Mickey joined, because he was shown the light that the medicine was a bad thing by Oswald and when he found out that Oswald is actually his brother, not best friend. When the memory wipe thing happened, characters had to go with basic instinctive feels when it came to feel they might known. Sometimes it's good, hilarious, or down right bad. It depends on the situation. Now, onto Bounty Hunters and the ghost train. I kind explained stuff about them, but let me go into depth.he Ghost train is one of the main transportation for the bounty hunters from the Entity home dimension to Earth. The keys to them are film reels that can be attached to the train and project the path to where they need to go. They summon the ghost train through a special whistle given to them. The whistle has a symbol they are associated with in canon on it and creates a sound that they owner is familiar with. When characters sell their soul for loved ones or whatever reason, they don’t become soulless. It’s more like an I.O.U. The ritual to become a bounty hunter is not a great experience. They have to take off their shirt, crouch over a rock, and let the Entity makes an ‘X’ on their back, and bestow magic into bounty hunters. All bounty hunters have an X scar. The new Bounty Hunter is an apprentice and is assigned someone to train them by the demon. Now, you’re probably thinking, there is no way anyone would willing agree to this, if they knew everything like the ritual, the not being able to go back, the debt to the Entity, etc. And you’re right, which is why sometimes, the victims of this, are lied to or told only half truths about it to get them to come. The bounty hunters that do this are the higher up on the high archey and are called assistants. Not all them lie, some of the better ones, the heroes of their stories, can’t do much, but want to make sure the person knows what they are getting themselves into. However, like every other group, there are bad apples and in this group, you have to be careful who you come across. Like for example, All for One is one of them and has no problems sending people like Kimblee from Fullmetal Alchemist Brother (Villain, who is one of the worst) and Archer (Who is also the worst.) to get some new recruits. Along with the assistants, the regular bounty hunters have sort of agreed to collect souls from the sick. However, not many follow this rule. Either way, the souls help keep the Entity going and if they don’t follow through, they’ll be killed. From Bnha, All for One, Izuku, and Tokoyami are bounty hunters.I have Izuku’s story, but not All for One or Tokoyami. I do know that Tokoyami was there, before Izuku.

Oh nice. Sounds really cool. I gotta admit I’m curious as to what other fandoms you’ve added.

You could make AFO be a “the enemy of my enemy is my friend” sorta guy if you plan on making him an ally. As your typical “I wanna rule the world” villain, he’d be willing to do anything it takes to see his goal through. If he sees a force that even he might not be able to beat “approach his territory”, he might either search for more power or even ally with his greatest nemesis (Izuku in this case) to drive away the opposing force.

[wonderlandmind4]

Huh. I’m gonna get a little real here for a second, thanks to a tik tok video that sparked the “oh shit, that’s me…is that me??”

So, trigger warning for eating disorders (just in case)

When I was in middle school, around 13, for some reason I couldn’t hold my breakfast down, and would get sick before class started. So…I stopped eating breakfast because I’m my 13 yr old mind I thought that was the solution. I would still eat lunch and snack, etc. just not breakfast.

Throughout 9th grade….I would RARELY eat lunch, and for me I thought it was because I didn’t have money (nor did I ask) for school lunch and only ate if my cooking class made something or I got a snack from a vending machine. Which meant….I was only eating one meal. (I was also quite depressed and didn’t realize it until later) but that changed when I went to a different high school and starting playing softball for that school.

Flashforwad to just starting college…I was sick for two weeks straight, and the only thing I could eat was literally cherrios, rice, toast. (But I’ve always had bad GI issues) luckily this got better after some medicine.

As I got older, I would fall into a pattern of one meal or maybe two a day, but much later in the day- and with that always came “I’m fat, too fat, I don’t eat a lot why am I still “fat” and curvy” I was never actually underweight nor did I actually binge.

Then, 2009 was a horrible year for me when it came to my emotions, anxiety and depression and basically….I did drop a lot of weight in a very short amount of time and although I used to call it “my skinny year” my best friend has since helped me recognize that it wasn’t my “skinny year” it was actually dangerous and unhealthy and that was basically a trauma response.

Moving on a few years, food for me got better, or well, maybe some over eating happened but whatever, I wasn’t ever turning down my mom/family’s Puerto Rican food. But once I reached my mid twenties I struggled with eating healthy and working out in a positive way, and again, if it wasn’t for my best friend, it would have been so much worse.

Flash forward to now, (I don’t want to type every little detail and event throughout my life about this, so this is kinda the short version) and after finally a fantastic workout/training coach and supportive group (it’s actually Don Saladino who’s a celebrity fitness trainer and start doing programs for us non celebrity folks during Covid) my mentality with food and working out has changed and gotten healthier.

So now, due to my job being physical and my body demanding good nutrition, I made a habit of at least eat a banana in the morning, or two, or a smoothie, or something small before work. I try to have a good portion of carbs and protein and veggies during my work day and same for dinner.

However, I still struggle in a way where I don’t even realize it on my days off. Sometimes, I go all day without eating. ALL DAY. And all I’ll have is water and/or coffee and don’t eat until 8/9pm. And this, was what that tik tok user pointed out who also does that…is this on a spectrum of an eating disorder? Have I always had this issue from when I was 13? Was it hidden behind my GI issues and anxiety or tied to it? (Was it my mother? Hello Hispanic trauma)

I tell my best friend this on the phone and she always asks, “how come you didn’t eat today? Try maybe eating fruit, a smoothie if you can?” And it’s never mean or nasty, she’s coming from a place of concern in a way of where I think she thinks I might fall back into what she’s seen be do or that voice in my brain start whispering again.

Why does it take me this long to fully realize and understand and name something for what it really is/was (this is the second time)

Just some last night thoughts and realizations :/

[kpophubb]

Hi precious 💌 gm ☀️

I’m so happy for you <3 congratulations from the bottom of my heart 🙈❤️ such a good news ! Ah:) I hope your dreams won’t stop coming true 🌈 🫧 what are you gonna study ? And where is your dream uni? Is it in 🇰🇷? (Ofc if u wanna talk about )

ah it’s gonna be a long letter ^^ I was thinking on taking some courses or maybe also going to uni, but I want to study law and it’s a very expensive..there’s actually lots of things I’m interested in , but have to save some money on 🙈 and I’m saving some money for my rent Ah , you literally have to be a billionaire 😅😂💸

I’m sorry for such a delayed reply I literally was thinking to reply yesterday but I got sick 🤒 and today it’s even worse 😂🤧 I literally cannot talk and my throat is in pain :/ drinking hot water 🍵 and vitamin c .. hope it helps 🤧 🤞🏻 

The book thing is very interesting .. 📚 I don’t have any friends who would like reading books and I don’t know anyone esp teenagers and personally I also don’t read , but I think it’s really interesting..I remember when I was a kid and a bit younger I was going to the library every single week:) oh now I know why your writing is so amazing ^^ you read a lot 👏🏻

Ah I can’t stop thinking about your exams and uni:) you might be very exited and happy 😃 I wish I could take you out for an 🍦 or smth^^^

As for me I’m mentally better.. weirdly enough 🙈😅 I’m starting new job training this Monday and I’m getting bit tense and nervous since Monday is approaching.. trying not to think about it, but you know I’m in such a place in my life when I don’t have anything going on / not busy I’m getting aphetic and extremely depressed and anxious.. so maybe this is good .. I hope so , busy things even tho I am in smth and busy doing something they distract me so much and in some kind of weird way they give me feeling of being alive .. I don’t have time to enjoy the day but it feels like I’m on a quest you know 😂 like in 💻 games and my goal is do the most in a day ..i don’t know how healthy is it on any levels but 🤷🏻‍♀️

I’m thinking about the song recommendation .. and

I just saw MV today , to be honest I was a little bit sceptical because when I saw this on my new realised list on Spotify I did not actually like it at first but today when I watched I really like her as a singer 😻she’s like so amazing , her voice is literally so amazing and then after I watched it I literally saved it to my current favourites 😹 let me know how do you find it :)

~ 🐁 nonnie

Hi my beloved beloved beloved 🐁 anonie 🥺❤️

first of all come here. Let me give you a tight warm hug for your hard work <3 from your late reply I could understand you were busy or having a rough week so I couldn’t help but wish you were healthy and alright <3 Ah I wish my uni was in 🇰🇷 tho haha😂 but nah, I’ll be studying in Malaysia 🇲🇾🫶🏻 I like the country and visited it twice and since all the living expenses and courses are in my favour, I decided to go to uni there. 💫 I’ll be studying Bachelors of Medicine and surgery! 🤩 as you can tell, I really want to help people around me and care for people hence the medical course is a DREAM for me🥺 I took some time tho, instead of leaving next month (which will be a big rush) I decided to go in next jan. So I can relax, rest, spend time with all my friends who I’ll be apart from :(( and get mental preparation of being independent and away from my family! Law? Wow law seems like a really GREAT but hard occupation bubs I know because my older brother studied law and bar from UWE- London. True that it’s REALLY expensive ;;-;; 😓 aww🥺 yes indeed I am very happy! However, there’s still a big risky step left (results) and a hell lot of preparations so I’ll let you know once I receive the official acceptance letter and visa <3 and about your work! Ah! It’s okay *pats your shoulder* we all feel nervous before doing something new for the first time. I’m sure you will do great! Deep breaths my love ❤️ you got this. Sleep properly and just try not to think too much about it. And ikr?? Staying at home doing nothing, being unproductive makes you sooo bored😫 I literally have nothing to do now so I set up a few goals. I workout 🏋️ (haha which I’m very new to) and do a lot of skincare/body care just to pass time!! Yes keep drinking water, ginger tea and take vitamin C tablets, and I pray you recover faster than you know <3 take life easy. Go at your own pace and do your best and I’m sure great things await you. 💓 as for the song recommendation and mv, I’ll be sure to check it out and leave my comments in our next ask. Mwuah 💖🫶🏻 I never really went to a library THATS SHOCKING RIGHT? Considering how much I love books. Not many libraries around where I live but it’s a bucket list item for me to one day visit a dark academia vintage library! Haha

[suomeen]

Chapter 2: Luck Awaits

It was the road that scared me the most. Since no planes fly out of Ukraine and we had little money, we had to take a bus to Poland at any rate. About 16-hour ride. We might have to then transfer to another bus then, to cross another 3 countries to Helsinki. Another 20+ hour ride. Then take a train there.

I get sick on buses. I thought I might die. With transfers, 2 full days on the road. Thankfully, I discovered that Finair |bless!| still offered a 95% discount to Ukrainians flying to Helsinki. Well, plus the airport fees so about 85%, but still a great deal. So that made the trip a little bit easier and faster, though the transfers would be even more nerve-wrecking.

I stalled and planned for a long time. It was pretty much impossible to comprehend all the contingencies of this decision. It was scary as fuck and the biggest decision I ever had to make in my whole damned life. I knew there would be no turning back. But somehow, I was ready for it.

At that point, I was barely leaving the house, going out only to buy groceries and medicine and basic appointments. I had no proper job and no money and all my friends left to find a better life long before the war. My physical and mental health were always fragile and considerably undermined by 2 years of living in a fucking war. There was little hope of things working out for me. It felt like if I don’t do something drastic, I will likely just wither away, grow old and die in sickness and poverty.

I knew if won’t be easy. I knew that if I took this step, I would be the one doing basically everything. From planning, to securing the tickets, to speaking to all officials, making sure we make it there. And, basically, every official and unofficial business inside Finland, since my mum can’t speak English.

I’ve had bad anxiety all my life. As a kid, I couldn’t even buy stuff without nervously counting my money for approximately 30 minutes. In my 20’s I was terrified of making calls and dealing with unfamiliar situations. But now, after spending most of my life trying to fix myself, I learned to get over it and do stuff. Still, it doesn’t come easy. Asking strangers for help is hard enough, harder when you don’t know their language and they may not know any other, harder still when you’re the stranger in their land.

Of course, we can always go back. We’re allowed to take 2 weeks to leave the country before we lose our dwelling. But it won’t be easy. The road would be very hard and expensive and we can’t fly, since Finair only offers discounts on flights to Finland. That’s a 2-day trip just to get there. And you’re have to plan the route back in advance too, which is hard and uncertain with things going down at the border. You have to have a very good reason for going. And, in the end, I don’t want to.

I don’t miss home. Not really. My heart bleeds for Ukraine. I’ll miss feeling like I’m among my own people. Speaking and being understood. But not my dirty poor destitute neighborhood. I know it by heart by now. In fact, it feels like a part of me is still there. It’s like that bad old movie with Gwyneth Paltrow where she missed the train and her life gets split into two threads.

It’s hard to pack when you only have one medium bag to take with you and you don’t know when you’ll be coming back.

I was very attached to my room but I also knew that, in a way, it has become my prison cell. I’m not young anymore and yet I feel like I lived so little. I needed a change. I needed to try. I had to take this leap of faith.

I didn’t take much with me. We were preparing for cold winter so it was only a bunch of winter clothes, nothing remotely pretty. I also grabbed a few practical and sentimental items, some music and videos. I could have taken more, really. But I suppose that was a conscious choice. I wanted to leave it behind and get a clean slate.

I miss my furniture, my dolls and my books the most. I can’t imagine when I’ll see them again, if ever. But it’s a small price to pay for safety.

The town we were heading for is called Tuuri, which means “luck” in Finnish. When I was ordering the tickers to our final destination, my automatic translation startled me because after I booked the tickets, on the screen it said “Luck Awaits”. I took it as a good sign.

Once I finally booked all the tickets and the trip was locked in, I got calmer. I knew no matter how much I prepared for it, I wouldn’t be ready for what’s to come and somehow, it was liberating.

It’s just for a few months, we told ourselves. Just to pass the winter. We almost believed it.

[ultramagicalternate]

ULTRAMagic Interlude: Shadowland Chapter 4

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“I was thinking of a void spell to use, you know?” Aureolus pointed out as they walked. People were beginning to emerge from their homes as they saw Maximus escort The Rumbling Beast.

“You don’t say. I take it you can use void magic too?” Torunn inquired.

“Yes, but I haven’t really had a chance to come up with anything meaningful. I suppose that fact wouldn't have helped us earlier…”

“I presume you’re going to be training him, Dunja?” She glanced over and the queen nodded.

Upon walking past a street lined with shops, a young boy ran out before the group and stood in front of The Rumbling Beast. “RAGHH!” He playfully roared. The beast feigned fear in response, causing the boy and the onlookers to laugh.

Torunn chuckled. “Feeling better, Timothy?”

“Yeah! Mom says I’m well enough to go outside. Hold on a second…” He then presented her with a small basket of cookies. “...Mom made this as thanks for getting the medicine I needed.”

“Aw shucks, you’re all very welcome. Mind if I share this with my friends?”

Timothy smiled. “Go ahead… except Dunja, because she’s a big meanie!” The group, barring Dunja, laughed. Naturally she felt her guilt come back.

“Don’t worry, Tim. Dunja ain’t a meanie anymore” Barna vouched, patting her on the back.

“Hmm…” Timothy inspected Dunja. “Hmm… Are you sure? Hum…”

Claudius stepped forward. “Most certainly, Tim. I can feel it from her actions thus far.”

“Well if Dr. Claudius trusts you… Pinky promise you won’t be a meanie!” Timothy stuck his little finger up at her majesty.

Dunja was trying so hard not to giggle. She still felt bad, but the boy was too adorable between his tenacity and messy clothes. She got down and took off her gauntlet. “I promise, Timothy. And I’m truly sorry for all the trouble I put you through.” Her pinky dwarfed his, but she did her best.

“Alright, Ms. Torunn, Dunja can have a cookie now…” Timothy decided. Unfortunately he started coughing.

“Oh dear, I’d dare say it’s time to go back inside, Tim,” Claudius observed.

A female shopkeep walked over and picked him up so he could get his coughing under control. “Aw man, goodbye everyone. See you all later.” The shopkeeper walked down the street with him, entering what appeared to be a bakery.

Torunn smiled and handed Dunja a cookie. She noticed some of the other people were muttering amongst themselves, but it seemed to be positive. “Well no use dawdling, let’s get back to heading to the castle. Aureolus, if you really like these, definitely swing by Gertrude’s bakery when you get the chance.”

“Is that his mother?” He asked.

“Yup. She is a fantastic baker. Her husband also owns a butcher’s shop. Not only do they have great baked goods, but they also have some of the finest cuts of meat around.”

“I see. So what was he sick with?”

“A dreadful fever that would not go away. My treatments were not strong enough, so Torunn went looking for better medicine” Claudius explained.

“Nearly had a run in with Gratiana, but it was worth it.” Torunn looked at Maximus. “Hey, what’s The Beast of Old up to?”

The mechanical Knight glanced around. “Well I don’t mean to alarm everyone, but he thinks there might be another primordial nearby.”

“What makes him say that?” Barna questioned.

Maximus put his helm back on. “Some odd things have been happening ever since Dunja left and Milosh started losing his mind. A lot of circumstantial evidence, but enough to rouse our suspicions. If it’s all the same, I’d rather discuss the rest of this with Sten. He may know something we don’t.”

Barna nodded in agreement. “Good point… Goodness. Not to throw you guys under the bus, but I figured we’d be done with primordials after we got Leif all squared away…”

Elsewhere, Gabriella and Weaver were losing track of Gummi. The man was cunning and eluded them with ease. No traps or obstacles got in the way of the two, which was odd to Gabriella. Weaver explained this as Gummi preferring not to fight. In the past he would have called this cowardice, but in recent times he considered it practical on Gummi’s part. Gummi was not a fighter, so it would be smart to avoid getting into confrontations. Eventually Gabriella and Weaver lost track of their target.

“Damn! He got away…”

“Well shoot, a crafty one I presume?” Gabriella inquired as she tied her now messy hair back.

“Yeah. He’s actually pretty intelligent, unlike his father. Milosh would’ve just stood there, gloating like a bellend, allowing us to knock him upside the head. I have no idea why Gummi still serves him, truth be told.”

“Familial bonds, I’d imagine. He most likely still feels instinctual love for his father as his child, despite Milosh’s appalling actions. It’s quite sad really.”

It clicked with Weaver. “Ah, I see. Loyalty, basically… Jeez, Gummi, you really need to ditch him… Gabriella, I got an off-topic question: Do angels form families?”

“Why yes, they do. Shouldn’t the fact that my mother exists be evidence of that?” She replied with a chuckle.

Weaver laughed. “Yeah, of course. My bad… So who did Valentina marry? I mean, who’s your father?”

“Oh, I don’t have one. I sort of just popped up one day. If I had to pick one, however, I’d choose Achasiah. My mom is good friends with him after all.”

Weaver nodded. “That’s a shame. Also Achasiah, that’s very familiar to me…”

Gabriella then noticed an odd feeling coming off of Weaver. “Mr. Craddock? May I ask you a question?”

“Uh, sure…”

“What is the nature of your questions? They seem fairly specific.”

Weaver blushed. “Er, no reason. Just curiosity…”

She could sense there was something else. “Really now? Then allow me to satisfy my curiosity: Do you find me alluring?”

“Yes. No… YES! ARGH!”

Gabriella laughed. “That’s completely fine, Weaver. I don’t mind at all. I figured as much given how forthright you were earlier.”

“Oh… really?”

“Indeed. I must say you are quite handsome yourself. If you wish, we can even go on a date after this is all said and done…”

This was a pleasant surprise. “For real!? Ahem, it would be a pleasure, Ms. Pari.”

“Very good. You must show me your mettle and spirit before we do, however.”

“No problem, I’ll start right now…” Weaver began looking around. Sadly it was of no use. He sighed. “A part of me wishes Dunja were here. She’d probably know where Gummi is hiding.”

“Well don’t fret, we can still look for him regardless.”

The two began exploring, asking anyone they came across if they had seen Gummi. Some did, but that was it. They had no idea where he could have gone. It was pretty much a dead-end search at that point. Weaver did not want to give up, but he knew it was best to just head to Sten’s castle. Gabriella felt bad for him. She wanted to keep going, but she did not even know the map of Shadowland. As they made their way back to the others, they encountered a strange man along the way.

He noticed the duo approaching. “Ah, greetings, my wandering fellows. Could you lend a spot of assistance?”  The man was clad in armor that looked organic and resembled bone.

“Sure, but who are you?” Weaver inquired.

“Goodness, how rude of myself: I am Sir Odo, Knight of the Unlight. His majesty, King Sten, has requested my service. Normally I’d be patrolling The Market District, but this is a matter of utmost importance.”

Weaver nodded and shook his hand. “Nice to meet you. I’m Weaver and this is Gabriella. We were after Gummi Proch, but that trail went stone cold.”

“Most unfortunate” Odo sympathized. “Perhaps you’d like to know what I’m after?”

“Sure. Do tell, honorable knight” Gabriella replied.

“I am in search of an anomaly I suspect to be a forbidden primordial,” Odo responded. “It may be responsible for the odd behavior of Sten’s people in the recent past.”

Weaver was familiar with this premise. “Yeah, the Beast has been on about something like this for a bit now. What’s your angle on this, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“I believe the loathsome Milosh may have discovered a primordial who has the ability to influence people. I do not think this entity is evil, merely manipulated. If we can find this primordial, I believe it will tip the scales firmly in our favor.”

Gabriella liked the sound of this. “Very good, very good. On what grounds shall we start looking?”

“I’ve been seeking out rifts in the area. They’re all around us…” Odo opened one, revealing a realm of pulsating orbs of energy and warping clouds. “These are what some call Reality Errors, places where the Cosmos and The Unlight overlap. Obviously this isn’t the one we’re looking for” he said as he closed it.

“Ah yes, I used one of these to get to The Unlight in the first place. We need to be careful of the ones we do explore as they can be quite treacherous” Gabriella cautioned.

“Duly noted,” Weaver replied. “Now let’s get looking before Milosh finds out and tries to pull something.”

Unbeknownst to the trio, someone had been watching them in secret. It was a woman in a black and red tuxedo. She had long, wild, black hair with a top hat sitting atop her head. Her wine-colored eyes focused on them as she quietly shuffled a deck of cards. As they talked and made plans, she got out a card. It buzzed and hummed until the face of another woman appeared on it. Once she was sure the card bearer was in the shadows, the other woman spoke.

“Andelin, report.”

“Gratiana, Odo is still looking for the Fear. And now he has Weaver and some angel joining him. Should I confront them?”

“No. Only engage them if they actually find the Fear.”

Andelin was apprehensive. “Are you sure about this?”

“Do not question me, Andelin” Gratiana responded sternly. “It is bad enough that our numbers are dwindling as they are; we cannot afford to lose someone like you or bring unwanted attention to ourselves.”

Andelin sighed. “Fine…”

“And Andelin? Beware of Dunja. Our spies have confirmed that she has reunited with Englehart and joined up with Sten.” The card then went blank and silent.

“Yeah, I know. I didn’t build a secret tunnel over to Blood-Wraith’s house for nothing…”

Putting away her cards, Andelin began stalking. She was as quiet as a mouse and kept to the dark. Honestly she had no idea why she kept serving Milosh at this point. It was not worth it, especially with Dunja as her enemy now. She really liked her, truth be told. Perhaps it was time for Milosh to step down… A back stab? A coup? A hostile takeover? How devious she thought. Perhaps she could take control of Shadowland herself? She could even use what was left of the cult to make a new Shadow Orb… well maybe not that last part. Either way, she had a task to carry out in the meantime.

Next: Chapter 5

ULTRAMagic Alternate © 2022 William Ford II (ChaoticTempleKnight)

[finallysummer8]

*hands you a tic tac, two advil, a tab of ecstasy, a piece of lint and a button* your medication, my good sir :)

[natashasvixen]

Chocolate biscuits 🍪

Summary: You are suffering on your period and your girlfriends and super solider friend look after you with the added help of chocolate.

Pairings: Wanda x Natasha x Fem!Reader, Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader (platonic)

Warnings: Description of period pain, reader fainting, Wanda uses her magic, Bucky being a good bestie, so much fluff

Word count: 1.6k

Authors note: This is a complete self comfort fic I’m on my period and just want my girls to look after me, I wrote this super fast so I’m sorry for any mistakes! 💕🦊

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You groaned curling impossibly tighter into yourself on your bed, hot water bottle long since gone cold and your pain medicine wearing off but you couldn’t find the energy to go look for more.

Luckily your period had hit on your day off but unluckily both of your girlfriends were still working and training new recruits making your shared room in the compound feel even more cold and empty. You wanted nothing more than to beg them to come back to bed and cuddle with you to help the pain go away and you knew if you asked they would in a heartbeat but you didn’t want to be a bother, they are busy and it’s not their fault your body makes this monthly ritual more torturous than what most people experience. So here you are trying to get through it on your own but nothing seems to be working.

You remember Maria lecturing you about how getting up and moving is the best thing you can do so begrudgingly you pull yourself up out of bed to try walk around, you sway a little and your head feels fuzzy but you manage to steady yourself and pick up your phone from the nightstand to check the time, squinting your eyes at the sudden bright screen which only makes your head pound harder,

“Nearly three in the afternoon, yeah I guess I should maybe try eat something” you sigh to yourself knowing you are only making your lightheadedness worse but the thought of food has made your stomach turn all day. You slip on one of Natasha’s hoodies tugging the hood tightly over your head and the sleeves over your hands and begin to pad your way towards the compounds shared kitchen in search of anything to make you feel better.

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Bucky is stood in the kitchen rummaging through the cupboards no doubt looking for something to snack on before dinner, as he hears you entering he turns around, quickly hiding a packet of chocolate biscuits behind his back,

“God y/n you gave me a heart attack I thought you were Steve, you know how he gets about no snacks between meals” he scoffs.

You give a small chuckle back “wow thanks are my footsteps really that heavy”

“No offence tiny, but you look awful” Bucky said looking you up and down.

“Of first off I’m not that much shorter than you big guy, second off thanks for confirming I look as bad as I feel and finally I will hurt you” you say pointing a finger at him from the sleeves still covering your hands in the least threatening pose ever.

Bucky hold his hands up biscuits and all trying not to laugh “woah ok feisty pants, what’s gotten into you today”

You slump even further dropping your hand “I just don’t feel good Buck, girl problems and Nat and Wands are both working” you sigh curling your arms around yourself suddenly feeling the urge to cry, stupid hormones.

Bucky immediately drops the teasing knowing that this time of the month always hits you hard but you normally have your girlfriends to take care of you, “I’m sorry, I didn’t realise” he holds out the packet of biscuits to you, “wanna eat biscuits and watch a movie?” He asks gently.

You break into a small smile at your friends attempt to help but before you can even think about responding you quickly bring your hand to your head and sway on the spot suddenly feeling incredibly sick.

“Y/n you ok?” he asks moving towards you and before you can answer your knees buckle, Bucky manages to catch you before you hit the ground dropping his biscuits in the process, “you’re ok I got you” he says watching worriedly as the colour drains from your face, you feel your friend gently hook an arm under your knees to lift you up and the last thing you hear before your vision completely blacks out is “Friday tell Natasha and Wanda to meet me at medical”.

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Slowly you blinked open your eyes feeling the intense pain in your head that was there before everything went black.

“Friday, dim the lights please” you heard Wanda’s voice softly call out.

“Of course miss Maximoff” the A.I. responded, immediately the light in the room softened and you let out a quiet sigh of relief gently opening your eyes now that it didn’t hurt so much to do so, as you did you could see both of your favourite sets of green eyes gazing down at you.

“Hey sleepy head, how are you feeling?” Natasha whispered, softly cupping your face and stroking your cheek with her thumb.

“Tasha?” You mumbled groggily, “what happened?”

“You passed out detka (baby), Bucky took you to medical and Bruce checked you over, you’re ok you just need to take it easy” she said leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead.

Your eyes fluttered shut at the contact, slowly coming back to full consciousness you recognised that you were back in your shared bed, head in Wanda’s lap while she gently stroked through your hair with Natasha sat beside you now holding your hand.

“Why didn’t you tell us you weren’t feeling well sweetheart, we could have helped” Wanda said worriedly.

“I’m sorry I didn’t want to bother you” you said as you snuggled closer to her letting out a pained gasp as a bad cramp hit you after moving.

Natasha moved back a little “you think you can sit up and try take some medicine for me darling? It’ll make you feel better” she held out both of her hands for you, silently offering to help you up.

You took both of Natasha’s hands wincing as she helped you sit up, tears welled in your eyes as Wanda rubbed circles on your lower back, sniffling gently “it hurts Natty” you whimper as a few tears fell from your tired eyes.

“I know baby, I know, shhh come here” Natasha cooed taking your face into her hands and wiping away your tears with the pads of her thumbs as she rested her forehead against your own. “You’re ok baby, come on breathe with me” she said quietly keeping her forehead pressed to yours knowing that the pressure would help keep you grounded, as you continued to cry your breathing becoming more erratic as the tears fell.

You felt Wanda wrap her arms around you from behind gently slipping her hands under Nat’s hoodie to rest one on your hip rubbing slow circles with her thumb and the the other coming to hover above your stomach as she coaxed her magic to the surface and used it to ease some of the pain, it felt like the worlds best hot water bottle and massage all in one. As her crimson wisps of magic danced and curled she rested her head on your shoulder pressing a soft kiss just behind your ear, “its ok, we’ve got you angel” she whispered, letting her magic do its work.

Your shoulders dropped a little and your breathing started to even out as the tension and pain started to ease, you let yourself lean further back into the witch as she continued to work her literal magic while whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

Natasha pulled her head back from yours slightly “good girl, there you go” she cooed as she wiped the last of your tears away seeing your eyes droop closed with relief she pressed a gentle kiss to your lips threading her fingers through your own and squeezing your hands.

“I think that’s better than any medicine, thank you my love” you whispered as Wanda slowly pulled her magic back and settled her hands on both of your hips still rubbing small circles, you blinked open your eyes and turned slightly leaning in to connect your lips to hers bringing one of your hands away from Nat’s to tuck Wanda’s hair behind her ear and cup her cheek.

“Anything for you y/n” she pulled back and pressed a kiss to your nose, each of your cheeks and finally the softest of kisses right between your eyes, Natasha watched both of you lovingly with a content smile on her face knowing your were feeling better.

Your sweet and quiet moment was interrupted by a soft knock at the door, you turned towards the door still holding Natasha’s hand as Wanda once again wrapped you up in a hug from behind and reached to take Natasha’s free hand into her own.

“Come in” you called out relaxing further into both of your girlfriends embrace tiredly.

Bucky popped his head round the door, “hey tiny, I wanted to check how you were doing” he asked smiling at the soft scene he saw before him.

“I could still hurt you big guy” you threatened making both of your girlfriends chuckle, “just not right now” you sighed contentedly leaning further back as Wanda pecked your cheek.

“Thank you for catching me Buck” you said pausing as you sat up slightly and your eyes widened with realisation, “oh no I made you drop your biscuits didn’t I?” You gasped. “I’m so sorry!”

Bucky laughed quietly, “it’s ok tiny you’re more important and anyway I used the smashed biscuits to make a chocolate cheesecake and I told everyone no one is allowed any until you feel better and try it first” he smiled at you.

Your eyes light up at the sound of chocolate, finally not feeling so sick sugar sounded like exactly what you needed, “well what are we waiting for!?” You exclaimed making your girlfriends and your friend all burst out laughing, sure your period might suck but you had the best people to look after you through it.