#yes i still am on the baby fever train

[gojoest]

just pictured satoru with his junior gojos all wearing smaller versions of their fathers black sunglasses and i just…….

[its-time-to-write]

can i request a continuation of the jamie x kent!reader baby fever fic where they actually have a kid? the best friend’s sister trope is one of my favs and i literally eat up anything you write🤍

I had some down time today, so I wrote a little thing for this! It probably makes more sense if you read the other fics in this Kent! reader universe. Here’s a list:

take your time while you’re mine

would it be enough if i never gave you peace

let’s fall in love for the night

Thanks for requesting!!

here in my arms

Roy is holding the tiniest baby he’s ever seen. 

“There’s no way I was ever that small,” Phoebe whispers from the couch next to him, and Roy agrees. Surely Phoebe was bigger than this little bundle he’s looking at. 

“Cute little lad, ain’t he?” Jamie says from the other couch. 

Roy’s not sure what to say because on the one hand, he doesn’t want to explicitly agree with something Jamie’s said but on the other hand… this kid’s fucking adorable. 

“Jamie,” calls your voice from upstairs.

“Coming!” he replies. “You’re good here, yeah Roy?”

Roy scoffs. Is he good here. He’s Uncle fucking Roy. He’s a pro.

“Right, I’ll take that as a yes then,” Jamie says. “Food should be here in an hour. If me ’n the missus ain’t awake by then, just let us be. We don’t need food.” He gets halfway out the room before he stops and asks, “You’re sure you’re good here?”

This time, Roy fully rolls his eyes. “Fuck off, Tartt. Go get some sleep before my sister fucking murders you.”

Jamie says, “Right,” salutes to Phoebe, then turns on his heel to head upstairs to your bedroom. He shuts the door behind him and slips under the covers. The curtains are pulled, and it’s dark in the room despite the fact that it’s only the middle of the morning.

You’re barely awake, but you’ve tried your best to stay conscious until Jamie got there. You wiggle close to him and let him pull you into his arms.

“Kid’s fucking great, huh?” he whispers into your hair.

“Hm,” you agree.

“Mum said she’ll be down in a coupla days to help out. Simon’s coming too. Is that alright?”

“Don’t care,” you say. “I need sleep, babe. Kid’s seven days old and I am already wiped out. How’m I supposed to do this for eighteen years?”

Jamie’s rubbing circles on your back, and the only thing keeping you from sleep is the thought that you might not be cut out to be a mother.

“You’ve got me,” he says. “You’re not alone, babe, plus Phoebe can babysit in another three years.”

“I am not leaving George with a thirteen-year old,” you reply. “Nothing against Phoebs, but I can barely leave him with my brother right now without worrying about him. I just wish Molly weren’t so busy because I really, really need her right now.”

A tear leaks out of your eye onto Jamie’s shirt, but he doesn’t care. “It’s alright, babe,” he says, “swear down. Mum’s a fuckin’ genius with babies. She raised me, didn’t she? And I was a fucking handful.”

That just makes you cry even harder. “I want my mum, Jamie. Why did she have to go? I wish- I wish she and dad didn’t leave us. She’s supposed to be here, supposed to help with George and hold my hand and tell me I was the exact same when I was a baby but no she and dad had to fuck off to Paris or something stupid when I was two and leave me and Molly with our cousins! It’s shit. How can you just walk out on your own kids?”

Jamie kisses your forehead and says, “Oi, look. You’re already miles better at being a mum because you’re never going to walk out on George. And mum loves you, mostly because you make sure I eat real food, but she’ll stay as long as you need. I’m off training for another week, besides. Don’t have to go back just yet.”

You sniffle. “I should’ve had him during the off season.”

“Oh yeah, because we planned George’s conception all proper-like,” Jamie retorts.

You’re silent and for a moment he thinks you’ve fallen asleep, except you shudder once, so he knows you’re still crying. Jamie holds you as tight as he can, at a loss for words. He’s pretty sure you’re just tired with fucked-up hormones and that either Molly or his mum knows how to handle this, but for now he’s at a loss for a solution. He’s trying to think of something to say when you beat him to it.

“Do you think his middle name’s dumb?”

That is certainly not what he expected to hear. “Fuck no,” he replies. “George Kent Tartt? Kid’s going places with a name like that.”

You sigh. “He’s gonna fucking hate us for that. Shit, we should’ve done something normal.”

“How the fuck is ‘Kent,’ not normal? Y’know what’s mental? The fact that me mum named me ‘James Tartt.’ Come on, babe. Jam Tart? That’s all I ever got called in primary school.”

“I did veto a lot of your choices,” you murmur.

Jamie shakes his head. “You did, didn’t you? Shame. Kid could’ve been named ‘Apple Tartt.’ He’d’ve fucking loved that.”

“For sure,” you agree. Jamie’s glad to hear that your voice is returning to its normal, sleepy state so he tries to stay as still as possible. Sure enough, you emit a small snore less than a minute later. Jamie smiles to himself and closes his eyes. He thinks he can hear Roy saying something to George and/or Phoebe, so he lets himself drift off with you.

[inuyashaluver]

Could you write something for maya le tissier ?

sick days - maya le tissier

maya le tissier x reader

description: in which you and your girlfriend both get each other sick, meaning you need to take care of your girl

warnings: swearing

a/n: i’m such a maya girl like i would do anything for her, I LOVE WRITING FOR HER AND THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST OMG ENJOY

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if there was one thing to know about your girlfriend, maya, she never got sick. it’s not even her being stubborn or anything, she just never got sick. you, however, always got sick, small colds being common in yours and maya’s household.

whenever you were sick, maya always took care of you. this girl devotes all her time to you just to make sure you’re okay. “baby, eat this, please” a bowl of soup was passed to you, you look up at the girl appreciatively, “thank you, maya baby”, she smiles down at you with a sympathetic grin, moving her hand to cradle your face. “my poor girl” you sniff at her, a glare evident on your face, “why can’t you ever be the sick one?”

she lets out a small laugh, stroking your cheek with her thumb, “sorry, my love, i don’t get sick” she grins, sitting next to you and absentmindedly stroking your thigh as you watch an episode of love island together.

“if you were a bombshell, i’d dump anyone for you” you gasp at her words, nearly choking on your soup. “even if you had a partner?” she nods, eyes still trained on the screen, “well, have you seen yourself?” she exhales, “god” she turns her head to look at you, you were bright red and just staring at her with wide eyes.

“you’re cute” she pinches your cheek, grabbing your finished soup and taking it to the kitchen, returning with a cup of water and your medicine, she holds it out to you as she sits back down. “maya, no” you plead, “maya, yes” she coos, smiling brightly when you swallow the pills and drink the water with a scowl.

“i’m sorry, baby, if i could be sick instead of you, i would 100%, now let me kiss you better” she placed a sweet kiss on your lips, smirking at you. if only she knew how hard she jinxed herself.

—

you miraculously woke up better the next day, lying on top of maya in bed, completely cuddling into her. her phone lightly played a video in the background, you knew she was awake. you move to straddle her waist, looking down at her with a bright smile, “nurse maya! i can breathe again!” you inhale through your nose, she grins at your actions.

“that’s great, baby” she remarked in a nasally voice, she sounded congested. “you alright, lovey?” she sits up slightly, leaning against the headboard, holding onto your thighs so you don’t move.

“i’m fine, love” her nose was a little red, it was a cold day in england but she was absolutely sweating. “i don’t think you’re fine, baby” you hold a hand up to her forehead, a slight fever. “oh my god” she looks at you confused.

“what?” she sniffs. “baby, you’re sick!” her eyes widen, “what! no, silly, it’s probably allergies” she scoffs, “my love, you don’t have allergies,” she lets out an exaggerated groan, “ugh, why do you remember everything!” you look at her with fake annoyance, “because i love you?” an amused smile graces her features.

she leans forward to whisper in your ear, “i love you too” and before she pulls away, she gives you an affectionate kiss to your cheek. you smile at her shyly, grabbing her hand and fiddling with the ring she rarely took off.

“now i get to play nurse?” you smirk at her, she shakes her head and leans back, her head resting on the headboard.

“this is all your fault, i never get sick, but your cute, little face did this to me!” she waves her finger around her face, raising her eyebrows at you.

“excuse me! who ‘kissed me better?’ that was all you, le tissier!” she goes speechless for a second, mouth slightly agape,

“if you last name me again, i will break up with you” you gasp at her words, “so, i am just a bombshell to you” you cover your face with your hands, she lets out her famous giggle, the one that makes your heart ache.

“you’re my girl” she coos, moving your hands and interlocking your fingers with hers, she moves forward to kiss your lips repeatedly. you can’t help but giggle at her, spurring a smile into her kisses.

she pulls away from you, her eyes gently tracing your features, she sighs and pulls you closer into an embrace, she nuzzles her head into the crook of your neck. “i’m sick, nurse” she mumbles, your skin vibrates when she speaks into it. you place a hand in her hair, gently scratching her scalp with your nails, she melts into you and the both of you stay like that for a while, just cuddling as you comfort maya.

you coerce your girlfriend to move to the couch, only with the promise that you’d cuddle and wouldn’t leave her. she lies completely on top of you, hands under your shirt, now she’s cold. both of you are bundled in a blanket, watching a mindless movie, the two of you would watch the movie for two seconds and then whisper to each other in random conversation, maya never letting go of you.

she needed to take her medicine and try and stomach something, you attempt to move up but she gives you a death glare. “what do you think you’re doing?” she was genuinely mad, your eyes widen in shock, “baby, you need to eat something” she lets out a laugh, “no i don’t” your face turns stern, “yes, you do, give me 25 minutes?” she shakes her head immediately, “no” she whines, putting her head in your neck again, pushing you into the couch with her body.

“maya, please” you pat her back to make her look at you, you give her a pout, your eyes glistening. “i’m setting a timer” she gently moves off you, she lets out a huff as she sits up, looking at you sadly. “my poor girl” you coo, cupping her face between both of your hands and placing a sweet kiss on her lips, pulling away to look at her, scowl still evident, you pepper kisses all over her face, provoking a little giggle from her, you smile, “there she is” placing one final kiss on her lips, “can that time count as your 25?” she questions, “what? no!” you quickly run to the kitchen.

you make her soup, rushing to place it on the coffee table before sprinting back out, making her a tea, getting her water and medicine and placing it all on the table. you rush and sit on the couch, looking at her expectantly to start eating. “you still have 2 minutes” she smirks, you shrug at her and pull her down into a hug, kissing her face all over again, giggles from both of you completely filling the room. “baby!” she laughs, holding onto you tightly.

you continue to spread kisses all over her face until her timer goes off. “time!” you grin, pushing her up, shoving the soup into her hands. she shakes her head at you, completely amused. “if you showed this enthusiasm during training, my goodness” she jokes but not without a little sniffle, you lightly slap her arm, shoving the spoon into her hand and smiling at her encouragingly. she begins to eat, you let out a sigh of relief, gently rubbing her back in comforting circles with your hand.

she eats her soup and takes her medicine, already feeling better. she places it on the coffee table and makes you lie down again, setting over the top of you with a bright grin. “kiss me better, nurse (y/n)?” you grin at her, “baby, i’ve been kissing you better” she frowns, “i don’t feel any better, though?” you look up her, “wait, actually?” you put your hand on her forehead again, she still had a fever, it had gone down quite a bit, thankfully. she nods at you with a pout, she’s clearly pulling your leg.

“oh, my poor baby” you coo, “mmhm” she whines jokingly, you grin at her brightly, pulling her into a sweet kiss, she hums into you, lasting for a couple of seconds before you pull away, “woah” she breathes against your lips, “what?” you whisper, “i feel so much better” she marvels, giving your hips a light squeeze, “do it again” you laugh at her brightly, she can’t help but join you.

she places a hand on your cheek, pulling you into another loving kiss, after a few seconds, she pulls away with an exaggerated ‘mwah’, she gives you a quick peck on your cheek before snuggling into your chest, quickly falling asleep.

—

you both wake up the next morning, she gives you multiple kisses on your cheek, you smile and wake up, opening your eyes to your girlfriend hovering over you with a cheeky grin. “hi, you, do you feel alright?” you reach out for her, your arms gesturing for her to give you a hug but she just pulls you to sit up instead.

“baby, no fucking joke, i’m better”, she was so serious, looking at you with a surprised expression, “kisses fucking work, this isn’t even us being cringe” she gives you a light shake, placing a quick kiss on your lips, “oh yeah, good morning, my love” she sings out, you’re still laced with sleep, staring at her slightly confused but just deciding to go with it.

maya swears that you kissed each other back to health, definitely not the strong medicine the both of you had taken. everytime you got sick, maya secretly hopes she does to, wanting your home remidies more than anything.

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mayaletissier: sick days are the best days

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yourname: how about you tell everyone the truth of why you love sick days?

↳ mayaletissier: don’t act like you don’t enjoy it!

↳ yourname: no, i do!

↳ mayaletissier: i do too!

↳ ellatoone: i now pronounce you, wife and wife, you may kiss the bride

↳ yourname: oh ella! if only you knew

↳ mayaletissier: you heard the woman, pucker up!

[gglitch1dd]

Izu with a Breeding kink

Context: glitch-girl318 asked @izukuisbaby "Please, I am BEGGING. Izuku with a breeding kink and being so proud of himself after impregnating Y/N EVEN THOUGH she’s on strong birth control" ~ ~And I just had to step in

Warning: INTENSE breeding kink, pregnancy kink (low key), reader finds out their pregnant at the end, NSFW/ bits of SMUT in between.

Izuku was a lot of things. Proud of himself, was one of them.

Midoriya was in love with you. Absolutely smitten with you. Head over heels. So in love with you that sometimes when he woke up before you, he would admire your sleeping face. He would look at you so relaxed and soft and find himself wiping away a few stray tears because you made him the happiest man alive.

Midoriya could have everything he wanted, and he worked hard to get to such a position. He trained, he took shift after shift, trained under heroes, was a sidekick, barely slept to get his hero agency off the ground and finally… Finally he was the number one hero. But he couldn’t have done it without you always standing by his back. First as a friend from the Management Course. Then as a colleague. Then as his girlfriend. Then his lover. And now his wife.

He had waited so long to give you the gleaming rock that you kept on your finger, and knowing you said yes to him, made his heart flutter every time.

Although there was one thing Midoriya couldn’t have that you were yet to give him.

A baby.

Now, a baby? Of all things?

But Midoriya couldn’t take the thought out of his mind. A little him or you, or someone so perfectly a mix of both. Maybe with his green hair and with as bright of a smile. The child of the number one hero. But he would only consider himself the number one hero the moment, he knew he kept you and your child safe. He wanted a family with you.

But with wanting a family also come with the incentive dangerously lurking breeding kink that stood behind it.

Now at first it appeared by pure accident. An in the heat of the moment action that he couldn’t take back. He had you in a mating press, your knees by your shoulders, as he caged you underneath him. He pounded into you deeply and senselessly. He couldn’t stop his rambling of just how good you felt. How beautiful you looked under him.

Sex with him was often than not so passionate and filled with body worship. With his large arms holding you and keeping you at his mercy all at the same time. With his babbles came out a sentence he didn’t think of.

“Fuck, wanna give you my baby, darling.” At first, he faltered, realizing what he had just said without consulting you, but then he saw how your eyes rolled back, how you squeezed his cock tighter and he threw caution in the wind. “You like that don’t you?” He asked with a scoff. He brought a hand down to your clit, his head bent down to your ear. “How about I fuck you full and you become knocked up for me, doll?”

Since then, he couldn’t get the thought out of his mind. The thought of you waddling around carrying his child. Of how your breasts would swell, how you would become so reliant on him. He couldn’t wait for that parental leave. To care and wait on your every want and need.

And the thought of seeing Kacchan’s face when he paraded you like a deity statue at hero events, might have also made the daydream even better.

You also noticed this want of his. A growing need. He had baby fever like you had never seen before. Anything at all and all of a sudden, he was either,

1. Gushing about having a baby.

Or

2. Pounding into you at the thought of knocking you up.

Of course, you didn’t mind. He was an amazing husband to you and you loved him so much too. The thought of having little Midoriyas around made your heart swell.

However, you two didn’t exactly plan for it.

As far as the both of you were concerned, you were still on your birth control, wanting to give Midoriya more time as number one before introducing more responsibility on his shoulders and he was still grinding onto you like a rabbit in spring. He was, however, more determined now. Especially when he had had a bad day from work.

“I’m so sorry honey, that I have to take all my stress out on you, but you don’t mind right?” He would ask, his one hand holding you down by your neck to the counter as he pounded in and out of you. His cock was covered in your slick and your legs had long given out. You gripped the counter harshly at the feeling of his cock battering your cervix, kissing it ever so delicately with the head of his cock. “Fuck, you look so good like this, with your ass bouncing back against me.” He spoke, green jade eyes dark with a mixture of love and lust. “Makes me almost not want to knock you up. Can’t pin you to the counter when you’re pregnant.”

Yet somehow amongst all that pleasure and love you had for one another, your husband had managed to keep up to his promises. How you found out this was when he was heading out the door to work when you had nearly lost your breakfast in the hallway. At first Midoriya thought you were sick. Naturally. Then it didn’t get better the morning sickness.

One visit to the doctor together, (you can imagine big ProHero Deku sitting in the waiting room with his wife in his hero costume, everyone looking at the two of you with wide eyes but the two of you acting as if it was a regular Tuesday. You did visit the doctor more times than most- thanks to your husband being accident and injury prone). Suddenly you were greeted with the news that, in all hindsight, wasn’t that surprising.

“Congratulations Mr and Mrs Midoriya. You’re pregnant.” Your doctor, a kind older lady spoke.

Your eyes widened wider than saucers. You turned to your husband. He was frozen in place, other than breathing and blinking. You turned back to the doctor. “Excuse me, doc, but I’m on birth control.”

“Well, birth control isn’t a hundred percent, Mrs Midoriya.” She told you as she turned back to her computer. “So… how about next week Tuesday for an ultrasound?”

Long story short the both of you made it into the hallway alone, silent. This wasn’t supposed to happen. At least not in your eyes. You weren’t upset, but you were worried about the timing. “Izuku, I-” Then you noticed the huge smile on his face, stretching from ear to ear, but it was also the infamous Midoriya tears that streamed down his face that set you into action. “Izu! Are you okay? I know it’s a bit sudden but-”

He captured your lips before you could even remember to breathe. He had his arms wrapped around your waist keeping you against him. A hand to the side of your face as he kept you in his arms. He rested his forehead against yours as he slowly parted from you, leaving you breathless. He had a small smirk on his face. “I always told you, I never fall short of my promises.”

Best believe it takes 100% Full Cowling for him to keep it in his pants until your through the threshold of your door and even then, he doesn’t go back to work till his put another load inside you.

Just to make sure.

-Glitch1d

<My Izuku Masterlist>

@glitch-girl318 @izukuisbaby

[zeroaddzero]

Top 10 Horniest Bruce Springsteen songs, ranked

Yes there are more horny Bruce songs. Too many horny songs for one list. I don’t know if his game was good because he knew how to write horny songs, or if his game inspired him to write horny songs. Eiter way, we’ve been blessed musically with a lot of horny songs. Here’s the horny songs I managed to fit into a (very biased) list:

1.  I'm On Fire

THE horny Bruce song. A fever fantasy of a wet dream smushed into one moaning, sweaty mess. Before I was a fan, this (coupled with the below performance) was the song that made me go "OH. I get it now."

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At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet And a freight train running through the middle of my head Only you can cool my desire

2.  Pink Cadillac

About as subtle as Lady Gaga’s “Disco Stick.” Even better paired with the BITUSA tour intro (said intro got noticeably more sexual after Bruce got married in 1985).

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They say Eve tempted Adam with an apple But man I an’t goin for that I know it was her pink Cadillac

3. Fire

Originally written for Elvis, the bass line alone for this #problematic 70s “don't play coy with me” number will make you reconsider feminism for 5 minutes. The 1986 performance is downright NSFW.

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You had a hold on me right from the start A grip so tight I couldn't tear it apart

4. The Fever

Bruce is king of the “lying in bed thinking of how horny this person makes me” genre, and this is one of his finest examples. At almost 8 minutes, it’s the tantric equivalent to the more concentrated "I’m on Fire". Anybody noticing a “burning” theme here?

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Well now the day grows longer The love just grows stronger, baby And the fever gets so bad at night I got the fever for the girl

5. Because The Night

Bruce never finished the lyrics, and this song arguably belongs to Patti Smith now. Bruce has even said as much. However, I am biased and enjoy this banger too much to let technicalities get in the way of horny. On the list it goes.

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Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to lust Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to us

6. Red Headed Woman

I'm Going Down may seem raunchy until you realise it's about a bad breakup. For the other thing, we have this entry. Folks, this song is literally about eating pussy. Bruce even introduced it as such during his Ghost of Tom Joad tour. I’ve yet to recover from the whiplash of hearing him say the word “cunnilingus” while performing at his old Catholic high school.

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Well listen up stud Your life's been wasted 'Til you've been down on your knees and tasted A red headed woman

7. She's The One

Speculated to have been written about the violinist who played on the album Born To Run, this tune shows our boy is down baaad. Best paired with the excellent "Mona" intro, which is included in the Houston '78 live performance below.

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With her killer graces and her secret places That no boy can fill with her hands on her hips Oh and that smile on her lips Because she knows that it kills me

8. Part Man, Part Monkey

My Tunnel of Love tour knowledge is woefully lacking despite the tour being his most explicit, and the accompanying album being in my top 3. In the eyes of the public, Bruce was still with his first wife when this video was shot in 1988. Only the band knew he was recently separated, so imagine watching a presumably married man on stage eye-fucking his backup singer. The gossip mill must have been insane after each show.

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Well the night is dark, the moon is full The flowers of romance exert their pull We talk awhile, my fingers slip I'm hard and crackling like a whip

9. Crush On You

Another genre this Jersey dude excels at is “horny to the point of funny.” Bruce himself has called it "the worst song we ever put on a record" but hey, what does he know.

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For one kiss, darling I swear everything I would give 'Cause she's a walking talking reason to live

10. Cover Me

I just realised this is only one of four songs on this list included on an official Springsteen album(if you don't count the outtake compilations.) The video contains the studio audio, but I'm not passing on an excuse to plug more Paris '85 concert footage!

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Now promise me baby you won't let them find us Hold me in your arms, let's let our love blind us Cover me, shut the door and cover me I'm looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me

Honourable mentions (song/album):

Rosalita / The Wild, The Innocent & The E Street Shuffle Candy's Room / Darkness on the Edge of Town Ramrod / The River Cindy / The River (outtakes) Ain’t got you / Tunnel of Love The Fuse / The Rising

Let me know if you think I missed any! I won't change the list, but more horny song discourse is always good.

[sailtomarina]

I won't cry

The honeymoon in Japan is actually a reference to my own honeymoon experience where we actually did both get food poisoning and ended up missing the entire food experience I wanted in Tokyo. ***

“Are you feeling any better today?” 

Draco popped his head through the doorway to check on Hermione where she lay curled up in their massive four-poster. They had just returned home after their honeymoon in Southeast Asia spanning multiple countries, including South Korea, Vietnam, Thailand, Hong Kong, and Japan. Several months were lost to their travels, where they wandered without the pressure of set schedules. 

No matter how many times Hermione tried to map out an itinerary, the plans would suddenly disappear the next morning, leaving them to explore in the organic way Draco preferred and which she grew to appreciate even if she never admitted it (“We have magic, Hermione—we don’t need reservations”).

Yet against all expectations, Hermione caught a stomach bug somewhere in Japan, ruining her hopes for a self-led tour through Tokyo Station’s Ramen Street and a Michelin Star dinner at a restaurant specializing in tempura (“Why in the world do muggles take the culinary advice of a tire mascot?”). She blamed it on the raw chicken her local friends claimed was a delicacy, while Draco had suspicions about the last-minute train bento. She couldn’t go an hour without a trip to the loo, putting a damper on attempts to take in a final farewell to the cherry blossoms at the end of their bloom.

And now they were home in the comforts of familiar bed sheets, Winky waiting hand and foot on her missus.

“A bit, though I’ve finally figured out the source of my sickness thanks to Winky.” Even in her state, pale faced, messy bun, Draco’s old Quidditch jersey, she was beautiful.

Her smile drew him into the room to her side, where he sat and held her hand. “Should I be more concerned?”

“That depends.”

“On?”

“Whether or not you think we’re ready.”

“Ready? What, to go to St. Mungo’s?” He asked, brow furrowed in confusion. Leaning forward to run his hand from her forehead down her neck, he didn’t feel any hint of a fever.

“Well, yes, that would probably be wise, though Winky has already helped significantly.”

Right on cue, the house elf popped into place right next to them holding a tray of food.

“Winky is here to feed Mistress and young Malfoy!” She bustled over, swatting Draco’s hands aside to place the tray.

Watching the small elf with a bemused expression, Draco replied, “That doesn’t look like enough food for us both, or am I to go to the dining room?”

As Hermione tittered, Winky scoffed and shooed him in a manner she would have previously found offensive. “Winky isn’t talking about Master Draco. Winky is referring to the baby.”

“…baby?”

Light grey eyes shot to meet golden brown, and the upward curl of her lips confirmed all his hopes and fears.

“Are we…pregnant?”

“Winky is never wrong in these matters. Winky cast the detection charm, and if Master and Mistress would like, will also determine the sex?”

“No!”

At Winky’s insulted face, Draco cleared his throat and held his hands palm-side up.

“What I meant to say was ‘thank you’, Winky. And I do mean it. I—well, I think we—”

“What my dear husband means to say is that we’d like that at least to be a surprise.” Hermione was now fully grinning at the two of them. “And yes, thank you. I’d like to speak with Draco alone now, if you don’t mind?”

Bowing her head and shooting a glare at Draco, Winky disapparated with a crack that echoed through the now too-quiet room. He stared at where the elf once stood, threading his fingers repeatedly, desperately trying to still the fluttering in his stomach.

A baby. He was going to be a father.

How the hell was he going to be a good father when he only had his own as an example? What would the child think growing up with the Malfoy name, one that could be found in newspaper articles and new history books?

“Draco.”

His chest tightened and he struggled to breathe. What kind of future could he offer to his child?

As the thoughts and questions continued to crowd his mind, he flinched when he felt a cool hand grasp his, fingers rubbing soothing circles into his palm. The roar in his ears quieted and he focused instead on the motions, the pulling of her fingers on his own.

“Draco, we’re going to be parents…together.”

Together.

His face snapped back up to gaze at his wife, and the heavy weight that had hammered down on him lifted up and away, allowing him to breathe once more. He clutched at her like a lifeline, and for a horrifying moment felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes.

I won’t cry. I will NOT cry. Together, we will redefine the Malfoy name, and make it one this baby can be proud of.

As he settled on this life goal, he surged forward to wrap her in his arms. If there were happy tears, well, he would claim they were Hermione’s.

[applejuicefruit]

Hello. Could you do a Dusan Vlahovic one where he has a day off and helps you take care of your nephews and starts to have a baby fever

dusan vlahovic x reader

Baby?

You were currently laying on the floor with your two nephews that were playing like they were the avengers. Your sister asked you if you could watch over them for a couple of hours because she had some errands to do and of course you said yes. You loved spending time with your nephews, especially if Dusan was there with you helping you around. The two kids loved Dusan, mostly because he always plays football with them and teaches them some cool tricks. But right now you were playing the villain and your nephews were Thor and Iron Man, trapping you down to “save the city”. It’s been two hours you’ve been playing and they still had energy left.

Their eyes sparkled when Dusan got back home early from training. You told him your nephews were staying with you for a few hours and he was completely thrilled at the idea.

“Look who’s there” you said to the kids when they saw Dusan entering the apartment. Trying to get their attention to him instead of you.

“Uncle Du!” one of them screamed running towards him.

“Hey big boy” he said to the older while the youngest was slowly crawling to him. Dusan was faster than him so he picked him up in his arms and kissed him too.

“Why is aunt y/n laying on the floor?” Dusan asked, not being able to contain his laugh.

“No no aunt y/n…Loki!” the younger one said trying to form a phrase but Dusan was still having difficulty to understand him, mostly because you liked Marvel and he didn’t so he had no idea of who Loki was.

“Aunt y/n is Loki, the bad guy and I am Iron Man!” the oldest explained so Dusan could understand.

“Loki is not the bad guy…” you whispered, sure that your nephew didn’t hear because you didn’t want to ruin Avengers Infinity War for them, they were still too young for watching that movie.

“Okay okay, but I think aunt y/n should lay on the couch and not on the floor, she could get a cold and you don’t want her to be sick right?” Dusan asked them and they both nodded.

You stood up and mouthed a thank you to him.

“What do you want to do kids?” you asked them once you were back on your comfortable red couch.

“Football!!!” the youngest scream and you started laughing, thinking that now it was Dusan’s turn to suffer.

“Yes football!” the older agreed too.

“Yeah, I think it’s a perfect idea, right Dusan?” you teased him and he laughed.

“Okay okay…I’ll teach you something new” he said and both of the kids laughed.

You were still laying on the couch, watching how Dusan was being careful at every movement he was doing with the kids, trying to teach them some cool things but at the same time watching them in case they would fall or get hurt. He was always so attentive and caring when it came to kids, your mind started to wander what it would look like if you both had kids one day. You were still relatively young, only twenty two so you had all of your life in front of you to take that big decisions but seeing him so happy around your nephews had some effect on you.

After one hour of football they got tired so you and Dusan put them to sleep in your guest room while you ordered something to eat. Your sister texted you that she was coming in two hours and she couldn’t stop thanking you for taking care of the kids, knowing well that she needed a day to herself after being a full time mom, she deserved some time to relax.

“They have so much energy!” Dusan laughed sitting next to you on the couch.

“I know…they’ve been playing for more than five hours straight and they fell asleep just now!” you agreed with him.

“But I love spending time with them…” Dusan said and you nodded. They brought a light of energy into your life and you were happy with them.

“You’re so good with them” you said to Dusan.

“Kids make me happy…they’re so innocent, full of life, sometimes I think about us…and a kid in the future” Dusan confessed and you froze. Did he really say he wants a kid with you?

“Me too…” you said.

“Really?” he asked you a bit surprised of you.

“I mean…maybe not now, but I want a family with you Dusan…I love how you act around kids, you will be such an incredible father, I can guarantee that” you smiled and Dusan wrapped his arms around you, keeping you close.

His hands gently laid on your belly and you felt something you never felt before.

“I can already imagine you pregnant with my baby” he whispered “you would look so good…I would take such good care of you and our baby…” he kissed your neck “you would be an amazing mom, always making sure the kids are happy and safe…”

“Do you think we are ready? For a baby?” you asked him and he nodded.

“I think we are more than ready…I want this with you, a family, a baby…” he said straight to you and you nodded, feeling more confident.

“Let’s do it then” you whispered.

Dusan got so eager that put you in his lap and started kissing you but you stopped him.

“I meant when my sister comes to pick up the kids…” you laughed.

“Oh okay…when is she coming?” he smirked and you bursted out laughing. You couldn’t wait to start a new life with him.

[noroi1000]

NSFW headcanon

Not understanding the suggestive text message

Yuji Itadori:

You: Will you come to me?

He: Sure. But in about half an hour

You: Why not now?

He: I can't. I have to go to town. This is important. Sorry. I will come on the way back 🥺

You: Whyyy… Don't leave me like this… I'm already in bed on my underwear…

He: Something happened to you?

You: No… You: Yes

He: What happened?

You: My boyfriend leaves me in need.

He: Are you feeling bad? What is it about? Something happened to you?

You: So something happened to me…

He: What? I'm on my way to see you.

You: I'm fucking horny and my boyfriend is not here when I need it!

He: *Active a minute ago*

Megumi Fushiguro:

You: Come to me~ ❤️

Half hour later:

You: Megumi You: You will come to me now?

Half hour later:

You: I want you now. I'm wearing your clothes. I know you were stressed today. I can help you with this very quickly.

Another half an hour later:

He: Sorry. I was on a mission. Still come to you? He: I'm not as stressed anymore as I was before the mission. I can do the laundry when I get back.

Satoru Gojo: You: Satoru~

He: What~?

You: Come home~

He: I will come~

You: When~?

He: Soon~

You: I want you here now~

He: I want you now too, baby~

You: Daddy… 🥺

He: You could have written it to me right away. I'm on the way.

You: Daddy~ You are to be here now~

He: Stand out. I'm teleporting to your pussy.

Kento Nanami:

You: Kento~

He: What is it about?

You: I need something

He: What you need? I can buy it before I get home.

You: This does not need to be purchased

He: What is this?

You: When will you be home?

He: In two hours

You: I can't take that much. I'm hot

He: It's autumn. You can turn off the heating or open the window.

You: But I'm hot inside. You have to come back and take care of me. I want you to take care of me inside. So much ~

Few minutes later:

He: You have a fever?

Suguru Geto:

He: You called a few minutes earlier. What was it about?

You: I don't know if this is important ☹️

He: Tell me what. This is definitely important ☹️ He: I will help you, no matter what it is

You: Will you really do anything for me?

He: Of course. Always everything for you ❤️

You: Ok You: As you know you have a lot of skill. You are a man and I am a woman. And I want you now. You know what's going on?

He: Not really, but I'm starting to have dirty thoughts 😏 He: Keep writing this or send photos and I am already next to you.

You: That was what it was about.

He: Then take off your clothes and spread your legs.

Toge Inumaki:

You: Do you like anything besides salmon and tuna? Because I love seeing you in bed with me ❤️

He: I also love hugging you. I'm on my way to my room.

You: Yeah. Come to me. We'll be able to "hug each other"

He: Why did you use ""?

Aoi Todo:

You: What are you doing?

He: I'm going to train

You: And I will do squats in shorts. You want to join?

He: I'm next to your room

Choso:

You: You're death painting womb, right?

He: Yes. But you can call me whatever you want. You are He: I would prefer name or sweet name than this 🥺

You: Okay, honey~

He: This is so much better. What you need? 😊

You: My womb needs a Womb.

He: 🤨

You: You are You: Anyway it does not matter. Just come to my bedroom.

Sukuna:

You: I'm bored…

He: Since you're texting me, just come to fuck. He: I know you planned it.

You: …

He: Didn't you expect this?

You: I'm so predictable?

He: Do you want to continue writing like this or will you finally come and sit on my dick?

You: Shameless…

He: You wanted It.

[seekers-who-are-lovers]

All the colours look brighter now

Note: The story’s setting happens during the end of Episode 7: After Rain Comes Fair Weather. Thank you once again @flashfictionfridayofficial for this prompt #FFF199 Didn’t Mean it. Also @fluffbruary ‘s April and May prompts Kid and Pillow. Thank you so much for considering. I blabbed so much on this story. Kazuki’s POV, missing scenes, kinda.

Fandom: Buddy Daddies

Pairing: Kurusu Kazuki/Suwa Rei

Words: 971

Rating: Gen up

“I am back!” Silence. Kazuki tried again. “I am home, you guys!?” Still no answer, but Kazuki noticed the chaos.

He was not at all surprised that the loft was not in tiptop condition when he returned that night given how slovenly his little family was. The kid’s toys were scattered on the floor. The discarded pizza boxes decorated the dining table and the carpet. Half-consumed soda in grimy bottles and cans. Cups and glasses were everywhere. And the little girl’s coat and daycare bag were still lying on the now dried floor. Truth to tell, the chaos was an eyesore. It reminded him of the day he got a first glimpse of Rei’s living condition back when they were not roommates yet. It was their fifth mission, and, for a change, Rei invited him to his loft albeit reluctantly.

Where are those two rascals anyway?

The apartment seemed empty except for the detritus of life that was present in front of him.

He searched all the rooms saved for Miri’s sleeping chamber.

When he finally went up to see it, he opened the door slowly and was a bit skeptic. He was still feeling cross, dejected, mind. Instead of boisterous laughter and raucous blabbering coming from an energetic four-year-old girl, there was utter silence. Kazuki raised his left eyebrow.

What’s happening here?

His eyes travelled to the medical prescription and the fever thermometer on top of Miri’s baby-blue nightstand. Next to the thermometer was a bottle of medicine and a half-empty glass.

Miri, with her fuchsia pillow highlighting the moist white rug on her forehead, snored softly, her face peaceful. Her right hand intertwined with Rei’s left.

Shocked and suddenly protective, guilt came up to him. He only left for a day, tired and still emotional, but hopeful. He returned to these two individuals and one of them was sick.

His heart quenched when he saw his friend took up the challenge to be a real parent to Miri. Rei succeeded all right. Affection and pride toward the younger man was brimming over him.

He was meant to be angry finding the state of the apartment, but seeing their sick child he couldn’t afford to be.

Wanting not to disturb the two further, he tiptoed back to the door and closed it gently behind him.

Kazuki did what he could do for now. He tidied the living room, set the vacuum cleaner in a pleasant noise. He took out the chicken breast from the freezer and rummaged for carrots, leek, and celery in the crisper. He also cleared the table off empty pizza boxes and plastic bottles. Preparing chicken soup for Miri was the least he could do.

Half an hour later, there were footsteps coming down from the second floor. Tired ones. The water began to boil, the chicken’s aroma wafted out from the kitchen.

“Hey, Rei,” Kazuki greeted him.

“Kazuki, you are back.” Groggy, the young man looked at him, a wide smile on his face.

“I am back, yes,” Kazuki assured him. Rei stopped before the countertop table. His head bowed. Kazuki was eyeing him waiting for his friend’s next sentence. He saw the prescription, knew that Rei stayed up all night taking care of a sick little girl, helpless.

“Miri is… as you can see, she got a fever,” Rei informed him apologetically. “I had to see Kyutaro-san for help. I called you up several times, but you didn’t answer your phone.”

“I apologise for not being here. I wasn’t ignoring my phone. It was probably ringing when I was on the train going to Saitama. I didn’t mean it. My thoughts were somewhere else.” The soup was now simmering. Whatever spices Kazuki added into it the smell was heavenly. Finally, Rei looked at him, but never said anything.

“You… Saitama? I … I thought you abandoned us, Kazuki,” Rei’s hands are on the table as if hanging on to it. Kazuki noticed his friend’s fingernails turning white.

“I didn’t intend to leave, Rei. It wasn’t my plan. I am sorry if I made you think that way, but I really had enough the other day. I felt doing this alone for Miri. It didn’t seem that there were two fathers in this house but two children. On top of that, it is Yuzu’s death anniversary,” his voice broke. A tear threatened to fall, Kazuki turned around hiding the surge of emotion from his partner as he stirred the soup. Cloud-like smoke rushed out from the pot.

“Oh… I am … I did not know,” Rei said.

“I didn’t tell you. Not your fault,” Kazuki faced him again.

“Tell me what to do so I could make it up to you.”

Huh? Did he hear it correctly? Was this the same Rei he met at Kyu-chan’s coffeehouse from less than two years years ago? Rei making amends?

Smiling, Kazuki boiled another pot for the noodles. He brushed the dust off the Enoki mushrooms under the running water and would blanch them later. Rei waited for the answer. If he could, he’d give everything to Kazuki as long he was able.

“I’d like to try how to make a French toast, maybe you could tell me the ingredients so Miri—god forbid she’s going to be well in the next days or so—and I could buy them at the store the next day,” Rei suggested.

Kazuki chuckled. Of all the things that he wanted to discuss with Rei the latter wanted to try cooking the French toast.

“Of course, she’ll be well. She has an excellent nurse,” Kazuki assured his partner. He touched his shoulder and squeezed it.

Rei, wanting not to break the silent truce, showed one of his rare smiles again. For now, everything was all right between them.

~ fin ~

[prinxeali]

Y’all I need to see Shuri as a mom. That 1 AM baby fever hits different.

I can 100% see Shuri and Y/N visiting her nephew in Haiti. She discovered how much she adores children and comes in later that night crying because she wants a child. You think it’s a phase but it progressively gets worse when she starts watching more kid videos or looking at baby names. Then she’s throwing a strap at you and telling you to get her pregnant. Now she’s one of the brightest minds on the planet and knows damn well you can’t get her pregnant, but hey, you ain’t complaining. Then the post nut clarity or whatever hits and she wakes you up in the middle of the night to go through sperm donors with you.

Now I know what you’re thinking: SHES THE BLACK PANTHER SHE CANT KICK ASS WHILE SHES PREGNANT.

Firstly, you are severely underestimating pregnant women cuz they can be fucking terrifying. Secondly, yes she knows that which is why y’all don’t announce the pregnancy or the birth of the child until 100 days after it is born. This way people won’t see it as a moment of weakness and decide to attack Wakanda. Not that Namor would even consider coming back for seconds after the ass-beating he got the last time.

Well why don’t you get pregnant? Well here’s a couple reasons:

A. Shuri wanted to do it first. She’s afraid of waiting too long and her position as protector of Wakanda is dangerous meaning next year ain’t always promised. It’s a now or never type thing.

B. You’re a still in training and your final task includes you going on a couple missions so you wouldn’t have the time.

After y’all go through all the odds and ends you decide it’s time.

Holy shit you’re going to a mom…

Y’all I think I want to write this

[augment-techs]

Six-Word Starter Prompts (part I)

Watching quietly from every door frame.

Catholic school backfired. Sin is in!

Savior complex makes for many disappointments.

Nobody cared, then they did. Why?

Some cross-eyed kid, forgotten then found.

Born in the desert. Still thirsty.

I asked. They answered. I wrote.

No future, no past. Not lost.

Joined army. Came out. Got booted.

Almost a victim of my family.

The psychic said I'd be richer.

Painful nerd kid, happy nerd adult.

Fourteen years old, story untold.

One long train ride to darkness.

Wolf! She cried. No one listened.

I'm my mother and I'm fine.

All day I dream about sex.

I still make coffee for two.

I like girls. Girls like boys.

Never should have bought that ring.

Stranded by ten-thousand-mile crush.

Time heals all wounds? Not quite.

Made a mess. Cleaned it up.

Says deaf boyfriend: You're too quiet.

My family is overflowing with therapists.

Boy, if I had a hammer.

Followed white rabbit, became black sheep.

Followed Yellow Brick Road. Disappointment ensued.

Nerdy girl smutmonger. Now, baby fever.

Recent doctorate means overeducated and underemployed.

Taking a lifetime to grow up.

Bad breaks discovered at high speed.

In the office. It smells here.

I am trying, in every regard.

Happiest when ignoring huge financial debt.

Not pretty enough, so now unemployed.

Mistakes were made, but smarter now.

Likes everything too much to choose.

Curly haired sad kid chose fun.

Now I blog and drink wine.

Egomaniac with inferiority complex defies odds.

I thought I was someone else.

Dancing for now, one day farming.

I grew and grew and grew.

Starving artist. Lucky break. Life downhill.

The Hustle: turn champion into sucker.

I was born 'some assembly required.'

I drank to much last night.

Took scenic route, got a date.

I like big butts, can't lie.

I'm enjoying even this downward dance.

Without ideas, intelligence could not exist!

I hope I outlive my regrets.

All night phone calls complete me.

Tragic childhood can lead to wisdom.

Which comes first: tequila or accident?

A sundress will solve life's woes.

I recognize red flags faster, now.

I sucked even the lobster legs.

Nothing profound, I just sat around.

Others left early: he continued cooking.

Quiet guy; please pay closer attention.

I sell hamburgers and french fries.

the shit invariably hits the fan

and he nerded as never before

tow truck drivers are my psychiatrists

should have used condom that time

infinite calm beset with emotional architecture

won the fight; lost the girl

slightly psychotic, in a good way

found true love after nine months

Afraid of everything. Did it anyway.

I wrote it all down somewhere

lost and found, rescued by dog

afraid of becoming like my mother

What the hell. Might as well.

Hexed: curse of the happy childhood.

Can't tonight, watching Law & Order

my life's a bunch of almosts

It's not you. It's me. Honest.

Thought I would have more impact

this is aggression in pink, bitch

oh, to have just one puff!

at the end of Normal Street

found great happiness in insignificant details

spent life looking for dead people

enjoying my fuck ups too much

an unusual turn of gender circumstances

hiding in apartment knitting against depression

they kissed me and said yes!

always dreamt of kissing pretty girls

everyone who loved me is dead

it was embarrassing, don't ask

Verbal hemophilia. Why can't I clot?

the car accident changed my life

burned my bridges and my britches

Batteries are cheap. Who needs men?

Clueless meets Ophelia, without the suicide.

anything possible--but I was tired

I ate, drank, and was hairy

still have not learned to swim

glass half full; pockets half empty

you are all in my imagination

school geek married a luscious cheerleader

I couldn't protect me from myself

aspiring lady pirate, disillusioned, sells boat

I was and now I'm not.

oh sweet nectar of life, coffee

no shit I'm critical--you're flawed

It's pretty high. You go first.

Wasn't noticed so I painted trains.

running away: best decision I made

when she proposed, I said yes

Nobody knows how I have suffered.

Dweeb, pussy...stronger than anyone knows.

too many lovers--too little time

couldn't cope so I wrote songs

long lost girl recently found, unharmed

born a twin, died a loner

It was worth it, I think.

Dorothy Gale had the right idea

take a left turn, then fly

I was never the pretty one

born at 23, childhood doesn't count

memory was my drug of choice

gay physician designed life-saving AIDS drugs

never lived up to my potential

never really finished anything, except cake

cursed with cancer; blessed with friends

crappy parents killed my self esteem

lonely artist turned waitress in love

my life is just like yours

lucky in everything else except love

I'm just here for the beer

With three cats I'm never unloved

came, saw, conquered, had second thoughts

the weather up here is better

baby dyke now raising two babies

Stoned. Boned. Where am I now?

town car, tailored suit, dirty nails

I fell far from the tree

the image was large with silence

after you jump, the net appears

I colored outside the lines

should not have eaten those mushrooms

Wanked furiously. Married. Furious no more.

even the quietest sounds make noise

many hands have kept me afloat

all of my students hate me

I managed not to destroy anything.

[benjamin-vague]

Postcards: TTYL

I have been born and born, the second-born,

Then in greater brazenness borne beyond bloody birthing bed,

Sinking then dying, living then flying;

The seasons are for me arranged as so many

Centuries and they bleed together lucidly in

Quickest-silver synchrony. And in my memory, in remembering,

Am I not always in summer as well as autumn,

Spring yet also winter? Have I not

Walked these seasons' steps

And sought what I call sacred in every single one?

Do I not walk there now, draped in such

Sacredness as I have been able to secure

From them with thought-craft, my own small cunning?

(Postcard: And will you all consider this in the end,

As I have learned gratitude for all that comes?

It matters much to me and also none;

In the end I am already ended;

This little art I call from deepness only for myself.) *

The bleak teeth of winter: they are brittle. Brutal.

Bright as sun-on-snow or

Skinny and dim as moon-in-shadow,

Taught me the promise of the kindly sowing

Else a cruelest reaping we all so soon must learn,

And some godlike patience required to meet it

Past this very mortal yearning for return.

It taught me the principle of reduction

Which as it approaches some imagined Nothing, is

Always caught by a factual Something. It was in this stillness

Where I gathered speed, as seeds must speed

In stillness too: always forth to sun.

(Postcard: Thank you always, my patient

Prematurely ancient mother

Who, first mind-sick and fierce and then body-struck

And pride-broken, nearly smothered her

Bone-cold brood from birth in an incidental emptiness of womb.

Your lioness's love has fed me just as, leash-like, your

Need nearly led me to linger on the dreary

Dirges of December you desperately wished for me to learn.

I will sing of your Spring, before my service

And throughout it!)

* *

And gorgeous spring, so greedy to the glut! Proud as Babylon,

Rising to rinse rime's claim and doom it to

Grow again into life-strife with green-strung form --

Root-deep and rich with berry-blood hung from branches

Bearded with endless baby birds born bold

To their newborn natures --

Taught me joy-in-profusion (also its dangers

And most treacherous deceits)

And to cultivate whatever I may with more cunning care

Than this madness sprawling at my feet.

It was in the fallow-fecund fields of Florida,

Indiscriminate in their indifference to all sorrows or success,

I learned to grow my garden with a gentler regardin'

Than grim-bountied life; than errant father who spewed

Me from a forgetful spigot

Or mad, and madly cherished, mother who bore me out

Into this time of exquisitely adored aches

So often impossible to slake.

(Postcard: Thank you, beautiful me-blind father and

Furious brother-mine, without

Whose absent eyes twice I nearly drowned. Your silence

Is now a full-throated sound to me; your malice

Is not malice; your regret is not as worthy as my esteem

For you and you and you; with training,

I might even one day reckon this to be true.

What is true is that I understand you in a measure

And have always done;

Our yearning was and is the same, you see.

And we must know each other! Perhaps

In our distance, yes, it is love of some rare kin or clan;

Better our quiet than some aimless quarrel

As known by that thin and ailing blood of

Black Jehovah's insane Abraham.)

* * *

What can be said of summer's shape

Save that it comes and goes as hotly as did my

Old dethroned Apollo's seven-year deceit:

Framed by promises proven false and

Enshrined upon some stranger's sweaty seed-stained sheets?

"This will go on in a fever, my darling, and for ever!

My kiss is a holy truth and full of holes, and now

Raise your lips to this

Scalding sun I sink down into you much like my sword

Of impure sex, though it is worse than empty

And you are already filled

With many fine and secret stars

I did never think to seek." Was it Summer who

Whispered that, or was it only lonely you? It was in this time

Of my Fullest Flowering -- out of youth and

into something almost like mannishness -- where

I learned of moon-pale Oleander

Which, though beautiful in its way,

Keeps poison pocketed within its tranche of

Thorn and throat and death-petaled spirit;

It was in this time that I learned the danger

Inherent to all beauty and most especially that

Flesh-branding beauty best beloved by the heart

And most trusted by the mind --

And that even I could be deadly as well as beautiful

In just that selfsame way.

(Postcard: Thank you most of all, you small-souled and

Graceless half-a-man whose many conceits

Could even conscience to claim the name of a Sun-god

As your broken own - the gall! -

For though your failure was great and the most

Crushing in my fall -- you are the first

And only sadness I ever sipped by choice

When I consider it, after all -- so too was mine,

And only by our pairing could I have

Ever grown tall, tallest, taller still, yes indeed, so very very tall

In these circles of my time.

From you I learned this:

A preference for my own small and imperfect truths,

So much subtler than the grandly perfect raptures of

A husband's wartime-captured and ever pious lies. Do I love you

For this? No, and yet now maybe I love myself

Enough to choose self-respect over unclean

Tortures of the heart, which we two contrived and

Then conducted almost

From the very start. There is

Laughter in this: I forgive you, I forgive it all,

As I must forgive myself and live.)

* * * *

Surely now I walk in some cool autumn,

Always a time of contemplation and quiet for me,

For though the year is new-struck by January's drop

It seems to me to sleep in peace, there waiting in that peaceful

Sleep to dream more tender dreams tended by these

Tremendous things

Which in head and chest I have for years sought

In rhyme to glean.

And are these dreams of greenling things:

True memory or merely rumor of a spring

Of kindly flowers with secret poisons rent?

Neither so deadly, nor bland

Like the plastic petals of store-bought bowers

Which simply can't seduce with scent?

Or is it omen instead of Arctic midnight

Yet to fall, haggard and

Awful-aching as those ancient bones of ice

Kept cruelly cracking in the endless water's weight?

I don't yet know. What I do know:

I have spun the world in my mind many times,

Selecting between states and seasons,

Choosing between philosophies in order to some semblance

Of human wholeness cleave,

And in this way I approach a shape silent and tall,

Something deeply profound to me yet still trembling

And small: a gift of choice, a remembrance

And prophecy we all share beneath the changing skies,

Which in their tidal motions through our odd and astral oceans --

The same ones by which we came --

Might allow me to bestow on others such blessings as

I was long denied

And so be blessed in my own recall;

To embody myself complete, ideals-and-flesh;

And to walk innocent and tall

In any season --

Any season of this earth --

And, if I'm lucky, through them all.

And when I use this gift -- when we so move

In our heady, turning, brightly burning shifts --

It is something very like perpetual rebirth.

How else could I have managed to reap and sow in winter,

But for this and all of you?

Or weep and grow in spring unless it had been faintly true?

(Postcard: I wish you were here in body as you are here in mind;

For both of these you have my thanks, though does it really

need to rhyme? I for now will write no more. TTYL

And always I pray that you are well.)

[heyitsme1040]

Even Gods Get Sick [l.l]

summary : Despite being a literal god, Loki can’t escape the flu. Finding your boyfriend sick wasn’t something you’d expect to be possible, but it apparently is. A sick Loki doesn’t know how to react to the care you provide him. 

pairings : Loki Laufeyson x Reader

warnings : Sick fic (nothing detailed beyond mention of a fever), (if I missed anything let me know!)

word count : 480

AO3 (x)

a/n : Day seven of Comfortember is here! The prompt was ‘sickness/illness’. Sorry this is shorter (I’m annoyed I missed my word goal again). I’m sick right now (ironic I know) and just want hot tea and a nap. So I’m projecting onto Loki in this. 

You were surprised that Loki was still in bed beside you when you finally woke up. It was unusual for the god of mischief to be in bed past the sunrise. He’d already be up and showered by the time you wake up, reading on the bed waiting for you to stir. Today, however, Loki’s body was pressed closely against yours when you finally roused from your sleep. His usually cool body was running hot, a light sheen of sweat making the sheets cling to his skin. You placed the back of your hand against his forehead, worried that he felt like he was burning up. 

“Loki,” you gently call while stroking his hair back from his face. “I need you to wake up for me, love.”

Loki’s acknowledging groan reaches your ears. 

“How do you feel?” You gently test the waters, not sure how he’ll react to being sick. 

“M’fine,” he stuffily responds. “Just sleeping.”

“You feel like you have a fever, baby.”

“I doubt it. I can’t get sick, remember?” Loki tries to protest. 

“Mhmm,” you hum, entertaining his argument. “Just woke up with a stuffy nose then? And running warm?”

“Yes, exactly. I’m just tired and sore from combat training, that’s all.” Loki’s voice became hoarse. 

“Baby,” you lightly scolded. “You are literally describing being sick.”

Loki quietly grumbled, “I am not.” 

“Fine then, we’ll just go to the medical bay and you can prove you aren’t sick.”

“We will, and you can see how ridiculous you’re being.” Loki sassed back. 

Loki’s defeated sigh was quick to escape him at the news. He had the flu.You weren’t entirely sure how to help him. He’d insisted he’d be fine and that he was going to just go about his day as usual. You, with the help of the doctor, convinced him not to. You’d managed to convince him to stay in the apartment with the promise that you’d spend the entire day with him. 

Finally back in your apartment, you guided Loki to the couch. You got him to sit with a blanket over him before quickly going into the kitchen. You quickly put the kettle on to boil while grabbing two mugs. Finally, having the water boiling, you poured the hot water over the tea bags you’d set in the mugs, then made your way back to Loki with each of your teas. Setting the mugs on the coffee table, you turn to face Loki. You’re surprised when you see he’s already asleep again, looking more tired than he’d ever willingly reveal. 

You gently get on the couch next to him, wrapping your arms around him. You turn the television on low, and settle in for a day of cuddling on the couch. Loki leans into your warmth. Slowly, you feel yourself growing tired as well. You feebly check Loki’s temperature again as sleep takes you under. 

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[armchairaleck]

Dark Magic Dreams

Okay, this will be part one of a series of things I would like to look at regarding the possible purpose of, and various meanings and imagery contained within the dark magic dreams we see in TDP.

Now a lot of what I am going to write about regarding these are ideas that I’ve either heard or read about in relation to Twin Peaks, a fandom I am deeply fascinated by, but honestly way too dumb to write about. As such you will have to accept that I am not an expert on any of the stuff I am going to cover, they are just things that intrigue me and so I will probably extrapolate completely wrongly, but you know, maybe there’s something of interest.

Also please feel free to correct any incorrect assumptions I make, I really don’t feel like I’m a great reader of this sort of stuff anyway, but… I’ll give it a go.

So first an overview of some of the knowns and unknowns (mostly unknowns) about dark magic dreams:

Claudia states to Terry that everyone has one dark magic dream on their path to becoming a mage. Just one, after the first use, and then pretty much you’re good to go. Now I’m going to presume that Viren is the first person who has gone to the somewhat extreme lengths of dying, being resurrected, and then doing dark magic AGAIN to get a second shot at that fever dream. I admire both his commitment to the cause and his err.. foolhardiness here, but that’s Viren I guess.

In the show we see two dark magic dreams. Callum’s first in s2 and Viren’s second in s5 (with a mirror image of his first also imbedded within it, for extra time/space/fate/freedom mind fuckery here I guess).

The dream of time and space... (yeah sorry I will be peppering these captions with lots of Twin Peaks quotes)

Both these dreams seem to contain similar themes –

There is an emphasis on echoes of the past and future - Callum sees a possible corrupted future self that he rejects before he sees a lot of wind/sky imagery that surely points to his unlocking of the sky arcanum (interestingly this segment is also set at sea, a possible foreshadowing of the ocean arcanum to come?)

Viren mostly sees the shadows of his past mistakes - training with Kpp’Ar, himself crowned as the king of Katolis, Harrow on the night of the assassination and healing young Soren, presumably the point where things started to go drastically wrong for him… and then he also sees the future echo of Claudia’s path following his own. Ouch.

The dream of suffering and pain…

There is the image of the double self, Callum sees himself corrupted, Viren sees his younger uncorrupted self in the mirror, while his younger uncorrupted self would have seen a vision of future Viren, looking mighty fine I must say.

Yes, look in the mirror. What do you see?

Is it a dream, or a nightmare?

Both Callum and Viren also meet the spirit/ghost or subconscious projection of people who have been important, influential or close to them. Callum gets Harrow and Sarai and erm... Villads, while Viren sees Kpp’Ar, Harrow, baby Soren and erm… Sir Sparklepuff and Opeli (okay still figuring those two out precisely, but Sir Sparks I guess holds a whole new bond for Viren now...)

It's like I'm having the most beautiful dream...

And the most terrible nightmare, all at once.

Finally there is a very strong emphasis on the path you follow - fate versus free choice, destiny being preordained or something you write yourself, which is muddied somewhat by the fact that we know both Callum and young Viren clearly rejected the path of dark magic in their dreams annnd then went on to do more dark magic. Now Callum we know has only taken a step so far on what we presume is a slippery slope, while Viren has leapt off the mountain so to speak.

So those are the similarities between the dreams. I’ve also been thinking about the possible reasons for the dark magic dream existing in the first place.

They could be simply a side effect, something baked into the creation of dark magic itself, if Aaravos created dark magic it is possible that his connection to the stars has simply left these echoes and visions of past and future in the dream somehow. This could be accidental, an unforeseen consequence, in which case it might play to the advantage of the dark mage, or it could be something placed there on purpose, to accentuate the power that dark magic holds over the wielder – this path is already written, you have no choice.

It could be a warning, the subconscious urging the mage to turn back - the path you are about to follow is filled with certain danger. It would be interesting to know how many, if any, dark mages do turn back at the dream stage.

Or it could be a physical side effect, the body having to sweat or dream out the corruption/toxins from their first use, in which case it is interesting that this particular side effect only ever happens the one time.

One other factor seems to be that dark magic can also help the caster unlock an Arcanum as well, we see Callum connect to sky after his first dream, filled with keys, so the dream space might also channel certain energies. This might have some interesting potential for Viren, providing he doesn’t expire on the cold, hard ground, but I’ll park that thought here for now.

I awoke from that dream realizing that I had subconsciously gained knowledge of a deductive magical technique.

Anyway to finish this first post, I was interested in a couple of images that occur within Viren’s dream.

The mirror of Aaravos

So when corrupted Viren looks at young Viren and young Viren looks at his future self, and the bounds of space and time do that little weird wobble thing that hurts my head, they are looking at each other through the mirror of Aaravos. Now this could imply several things, but it has to be a deliberate choice for that mirror to be the window between them.

Was Viren’s path always somewhat predestined? His younger self would have no knowledge of that mirror having not yet reached the point of finding it in the storm spire, that future is still years away, so it can't be imbedded in his memory, or can it?

Why does he already see his future self through that particular mirror? This element of the dream has been confirmed to be the same experience at two different points in time. Now of course young Viren always had the choice to step away from the path he was following at any point, but it interesting to me that the image of that mirror was already baked into his personal dream space as if the path is already written.

Or perhaps the mirror just has some symbolic reference to imprisonment… in which case?

The cursed coin

Next is the image on the back of the coin, this sorta weird symbol often with a central circle which we see several times:

These are the ones I could easily find, there could be others..

The pattern is not quite the same, but we've been informed it can be associated with a different sort of magic - old magic, deep magic. Due to the nature of the cursed coins I’m loosely wondering if this could be a type of magic that has something to do with the soul or spirit of a person. I don’t feel personally that this has to be incompatible with the ideas and theories of it also being blood magic, because ideas surrounding blood and the soul/life spark are often linked.

What seems possible in these cases is the mage is paying a soul cost that is greater than usual, whether this is symbolised through the spilling of blood, as in the two spells Aaravos proposes to Viren, or by doing something heinous to the detriment of your principles, such as trapping others in the cursed coins. This could also track with the two spells that Claudia does that change her hair colour.

It might be a stretch, but I don’t personally feel Lissa would have left Viren for casting a dark magic spell to save Soren. Now there might have had to be some sort of terrible sacrifice involved but we’ve seen a deer heal full body paralysis, so I’m not really convinced Viren had to slaughter a baby elf at the alter to save his son (not saying he didn’t either of course, but there’s the possibility that isn’t actually the cost). So there might have been something else that Lissa and possibly Kpp’Ar had a problem with. Well having seen Kpp’Ar in action I feel he’d be more adverse to potential outside control rather than delving into the depths of blood magic.. so not sure quite what went on there...

Honestly, mostly I just like the idea of selling your soul for something, and the consequences of that, and possibly it could link to Aaravos/Lucifer comparisons. Every time someone does dark magic they seem to be making an unknowing pact with him and perhaps it's possible deep magic err.. deepens it.

This could also track with the coin spell being "Your soul is my treasure", and Harrow’s dream use of the spell on Viren. Be interesting to know where Viren acquired those coins, because no shade on Viren, but I’m not sure he’s capable of making them… I guess maybe Kpp’Ar has a treasure hoard of illicit artefacts in his basement or something…

So in that case we would have dark magic as being the gateway to Aaravos and some sort of deep/blood/soul magic as being the next step along that path, but one that not many are willing to make.

This might explain why Aaravos has been hanging around in prison for 300 years, if a certain amount of influence was needed to steer someone towards his prison, perhaps Viren is the only person desperate enough to have gone this far down the path. I don’t know, very hard to tell with the paucity of dark mages on the show tbh.

So we look closely at the eyes to see the nature of the soul

In this case I think the dark magic dream could be seen as something of a spiritual journey, the dark night of the soul, and possibly a chance to integrate the light and the dark that coexists within us. It’s clear there is a path to choose, but it also seems that it might not be quite as simple as choosing the ‘good’ or the ‘bad’ but all of these choices carry within them moral dilemmas and complexities - what are the things we are willing to do and by extension possibly lose for love.

I feel that Callum and Viren mirror quite strongly in both the theme of sacrificing for love and the desire for power. Why else would you really become a mage primal or otherwise unless you are seeking power over things and mastery of them? Where does this leave Viren now (if he’s not exhaling his last breath on the beach, and I can’t make up my mind about that)? I will hopefully explore some of these possibilities in other posts and yes they will feature a lot of Twin Peaks ideas cos it’s practically the only other show I watch. As such I have not seen Mad Men, but Twin Peaks has very close links to the nature of the soul, the ability to navigate between the black and the white and to the catastrophic consequences for both yourself and others if you are not able to do this, and we've all seen some of those in TDP.

Through the darkness of future past, the magician longs to see..

Am I gonna read way too much into literally everything? You betcha…

Full disclaimer here, I am not really trying to read the show or work out what it's going to do with some of this stuff, I am just looking at ideas that interest me. What interests me certainly isn't looking at it through a straight up lens of morality, which is why a lot of my thoughts will doubtless be wrong.

[orphancookie69]

My Infertility Journey: Part 3

If you read part 1, and followed all the way to part 2, I know what you are thinking. What are you thinking? Based on two miscarriages, RIP Luella and Damien, this “possible” next round is a whole different ball game. Different risks, more knowledge, more pain, less hope. There are still options, and yes always hope, but we are into some different territory. 

June 2022

This will pick up in part 3 where we left off in part 2. I can imagine your thoughts, did you take any time at all? My recovery time was shorter, as my body came back into normal mode way faster round 2 versus round 1. Mentally, emotionally, yeah I am still a wreck. To a certain degree I don’t think that is going away. Next step was to have a consultation about next steps. Next steps don’t necessarily mean let’s implant again. It might mean tests, but are there any tests I haven’t done? Will the tests be worth it? How invasive are the tests going to be?  Should we start considering the “S” word yet? 

We had a pow wow with our doctor. There is not a lot of tests I have not done, so we took a look at the file and figured out what we had done, and what we had not. They want me to go back on the fasting/keto diet and there we might have some disagreements, as I am not sure that it is working for me anymore but I am keeping an open mind. They want to do an ERA with the next cycle and do cancer testing, and possibly add anticoagulants / intralipids into the 3rd implant. Let’s break this down a little bit more. 

ERA/Cancer: This is a mock cycle in which instead of implanting after going on all the drugs “like normal” you take a skin scrape for Endometrial Receptivity Analysis. Based on my research, one should take a valium before the procedure, and while the actual pain of the procedure is short, it is supposed to suck. Day of the procedure one should have some spotting and have less than a day of recovery, and it will take 2-3 weeks to get the results back. The results will tell you if you need more or less or the same amount of preparation for implant. This is highly suggested for anyone with at least one loss to increase odds of sucess for the next implant. My doctor wants to take part of the skin scrape and have it tested for cancer. The only cancer I could find was endometrial cancer. If it is that we will get more into that, but I will tell you right now, it would make a lot of sense if I did have it. We are looking to see if this explains not only the losses but the unexplained bleeding that has happened since we started our fertility journey. The test for this is called EMB (Endometrial Biopsy). 

Anticoagulants/intralipids: So intralipids are extra nutrients that get delivered to your system by IV to make sure your body has everything it needs to make sure baby makes it. Diet should do so, but between pregnancy restrictions and fasting/keto diet, some doctors add this. I don’t know much more than that about it, once I know more I will update this section. Anticoagulants are blood thinners that are injected. I believe they are injected into ones stomach and it is supposed to help not have blood problems while on an IVF cycle. 

July 2022

In July, we are waiting for the body to have its first cycle since the miscarriage. Now there are two trains of thought, some people start the count down clock when the body comes to 0 beta results OR when the miscarriage happened. For me, the miscarriage happened in May/June 2022 and 0 beta happened in June 2022. At first the doctor said to call him by 7/15 if I did not have a cycle by then, but then he adjusted it to 8/1. 8/1 makes more sense, as it could take up to 3 months for the body to come back to normal with a cycle after a miscarriage. 3 months would be either: May June July OR June July August. So this month we play the waiting game. 

While we “wait in july” (god that feels like a wannabe twilight reference) let’s talk about how important it is to listen to your body. Coming out of miscarriage, I had “fever weekend” with rigors and really I was not ok even after I felt better. I was talking to doctors on the phone, but not going in to see one in person. Urine and blood testing were ordered and it showed my body was fighting some sort of infection, because I was feeling better they did not prescribe any medications. They arranged another urine/blood test to see what future results said. The second round of tests showed that there was still something not ok. They gave me antibiotics. They did confirm it was a UTI, but not much else. 

My theory: I had the miscarriage and with the changes I got a UTI, but it got lost in the shuffle. UTI’s that go unnoticed can turn into a kidney infection and the body could try to “fever it out” to fix itself. This combination is called Septic Shock. 

I took the antibiotics, and (as far as I know) I am all better now. The doctor doesn’t think the miscarriage has anything to do with it since the infection appeared in the second result. But it does not explain anything else that happened. Regardless of what happened, or happens, listen to your body and don’t be as stubborn as me in not going to get help. I am grateful that I am ok enough to pull myself through that, but luck will only get one so far. 

August 2022

This month my body would of had a natural cycle, or I will call my doctor and we will force a cycle with medication. My body was kind of coming in and out of cycle towards the end of month, so I called it and made an appointment to start the process again. Last week of July we had an appointment to have an ultrasound and blood work to see if we are good to start the ERA round, and if we are, we order more drugs from MDR. 

Went in for the appointment, and we are good to go. Schedule received, drugs ordered, and anxiety enters stage right. Let’s go over some of the basics in this cycle: 

Drugs: EV (Estradiol Valerate), Dex (Dexamethasone), P4 (Progesterone), hCG, Valium

Vitamins: Baby Aspirin, Prenatal vitamins (NAC, Prenatal, Omega 3, L Arginine, Coq10, Myo Inositol, D3)

Suggestions: Keto diet/Fasting, Exercise, Proper Injection Guidelines. 

Price: $2000 for the ERA, $500 for drugs from MDR, $325 for the EMB

Here are some Injection Guidelines: 

Before: Ice the area

During: Inject the right area, Massage it after

After: Walk it off a bit, Use a heating pad

In Between: Arnica, Massaging to promote healing

Check: Infection (red, raised/bumpy, burning, itchy)

Note: Injections are intramuscular, and depending on the injection, there are only so many spots you can inject. Just because there are other muscles, does not mean you can use them even if your areas are “out of commission”. You just gotta keep them in comission! 

Also, my Oscar insurance covered some of the drugs! Who would of guessed! We had one appointment today, we have another 10 days later to check the lining, and 6 days later is the ERA. I have heard the ERA is painful for not very long, but painful none the less. I will update this with those updates. Next appointment came, and I asked about Cancer testing prices and a Valium for the procedure. Next time we see the doctor, it is ERA time. 

ERA: Day of the test has arrived. I asked for a valium and received one, with instructions to take it an hour before the procedure. Also to not drive myself to the office. I will oblige. My procedure was at 11 am on a Thursday in August, and I took the valium at 10 am. Got to the office by 11 am. Procedure was prepped for and once started, very short. Dear god, just because that pain is only for a minute or less-does not mean that it is not the most excruciating and violating pain there really could be, with some complimentary cramps to go with it. I signed some paperwork and then left. Feeling wise after, it is sore and cramping and emotionally I am done. Plan for the rest of the day is to rest and recover from not only the procedure but from all the drugs in general. Day of was cramping and some spotting. Next day was better but not like myself yet. 

The “need for mental breakdown” came, as this is my second round IN THE SAME YEAR. It was my first panic attack, and it was a pretty scary thing. I tried to meditate, walk, sit, and finally exhaustion and ice cream lead to sleep. Update, I ran the numbers and based on the cycle that comes in August-its 21 days from day 1 to implant day, in theory the test results come just in time (if ontime) to know when to implant (early-normal-late). At this point, I have to decide a couple of things: do I go back so soon? I only have two more embryos left, am I ready to risk life or death for it? Holiday season is coming up, do I really want up to 12 weeks of injections starting pre halloween? 

ERA Results: If there is a “before” “normal” and “later” window for timing, I am the normal timing. WHICH I THOUGHT I WAS BASED ON THE LAST TWO IMPLANTS. But I guess I am glad I know for sure? 

EMB Results: No infections and no cancer. Yay?

Results came early, which I think is funny because I wanted to know the results before going into another cycle. Be careful what you wish for, the universe will grant it. I knew I was facing either “nothing is wrong with you” or “here is what is wrong/what you should of done before” when going into this. I am glad to be healthy but it leaves me answerless still. 

Highly Suggested: it is so important to have enough people you can count on, so that if your spouse who normally does the injections can’t, you can still keep on schedule. I almost missed one of my injections because I misread/missed it on the schedule and he had work. It is also a great idea to not be the only one reading the paperwork. Both should read, and ideally, the person giving the injections should understand and prep and clean them more than the partner being injected. It takes something off the injected’s shoulders and allows them to focus on getting through to the end line. Also, this is being added to this note as I was told by my spouse that I messed up the preparation of one of the injections, and we might have used the wrong needle one time. If you miss an injection, that is generally not good, but I am also on a lot of hormones right now and If I make a mistake, well its not that shocking. 

It is kind of crazy to me to think I could do three rounds of IVF in a year. But then the year before it took me a year to come out of my first miscarriage. Crazy stuff. Let’s say for shits and giggles, we implanted again in 2022, that means by christmas I am over the moon and sailing through my first trimester or sadder than puppy dog eyes. The bigger picture is an important thing to look at when going through this process. I can not believe I am considering a fourth part but stay tuned. 

[judeswhore]

One with mason please where y/n is sick ( but she’s start recovering) and she had to get back to work , and mase always sending her messages asking if she’s okay . At the end of the day , he came to brings her back to home

this is crappy and i didn’t do the req justice but my brain is fried so i’m really sorry

anything for you - mason mount

did you get in okay?

It was exactly 7:03, three minutes after you’d arrived at work and your boyfriend was already texting to make sure you were okay, a row of “are you okay” messages appearing on your lockscreen when the first went unanswered. Having been off sick for the past two weeks and still not being completely recovered, Mason was worried that you’d overwork yourself and just end up being ill again. His caring boyfriend instincts were in complete overdrive and making sure you were fine was the only thing that seemed to be on his mind.

i got in fine, mase. making coffee and then sorting the classroom out

you don’t think being around all those snotty children is a bad idea?

don’t call my students snotty

but they are

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, phone held in one hand as you attempted to make a cup of coffee with the other. The staff room was empty, most of your colleagues hadn’t arrived yet but you’d hoped coming in earlier would mean you could avoid them and any questions they had an so far it was going well. You phone pinged again and you shook your head at the fact Mason hadn’t even given you a minute to reply.

i still think you should’ve stayed home

i can’t stay home forever, my students would forget about me

baby you’re still sick

i have a sniffle, mount, im fine

i have to actually go and work now but i promise i’m not dying and if i feel like i am i’ll call okay?

not funny. when’s your break and lunch?

break is at 10:15 lunch is at 12:15

i’ll call you

what if i don’t pick up?

i’ll be at the school gates

You really had no idea why your boyfriend was acting like you’d undergone some life threatening surgery and needed to be coddled and looked after by him 24/7. You’d just had a really bad case of the flu, nothing major and no reason for you to get back to work but Mason was under the impression you needed at least another week off. Really you thought it was just because he enjoyed staying home and taking care of you, you’d made the odd joke over the past two weeks about how maybe it was time to bring a little Mount into the world so Mason would have someone to look after all the time.

dramatic

i love you, if you feel sick or anything go home, i don’t care about your students

i’m fine mason.

will you just listen to me for once?

okay fine yes i’ll go home if i feel ill, happy?

not really but it’ll do. i love you

i love you too

You tried to hide your smile behind your hand as you stirred your coffee, overcome with a giddy feeling of love at how much Mason cared about you and making sure you were okay. Having the flu was nothing, especially when you were almost completely okay now but Mason had fussed over you continuously as you got ready that morning, forcing you to take pills and to drink a cup of lemsip before you left. Despite the fact it wasn’t even that cold out he’d wrapped you up in one of his coats, mumbling that they were a lot warmer than the “fashionable shit you wear” and even though you knew you’d end up being too warm you couldn’t say no to him just because of the simple fact he cared enough to lend you his jacket.

Mason stuck to texting you during your 15 minute break, checking in that you were still feeling okay and asking you to send him updates on whether or not your fever was back. You’d tried to distract him from you by asking how training was going but he simply brushed it off and went back to questioning you on whether you’d eaten yet. He waited and called you at lunch, locked in a store cupboard while he mumbled questions down the line.

He checked and double checked that you were eating the lunch he’d packed for you as well as drinking yet another lemsip and you had to switch to FaceTime just so you could prove to him that you were in fact looking after yourself. You grinned when you saw him stuffed between two mops.

“Why, exactly, are you hiding?”

“The lads were being too loud. I finish training early today, do you need anything grabbing from the shop?” You gave a slow shake of your head, propping your chin up on your hand.

“No, I don’t think so, not that I can think of.” You watched him shuffle and slide down the door so he was sitting, legs tucked up to his chest, phone held at arms length and you appreciated the almost full body view of him.

“Chilly was telling me about this show he’s been watching on Netflix so when you get home do you wanna run a bath and then just watch it in bed? You look exhausted.” He added the last part almost as an afterthought and you had to admit you did feel like you could fall asleep at any moment. You smiled and nodded in response, taking a sip from your drink that had your face scrunching in revulsion.

“Yeah that sounds good, I ordered those bath salt things the other day, we can try those.” Mason simply groaned at this, head falling back and thudding against the door.

“Baby, I need you to stop making me use all these things, I constantly smell like you, my own aftershave doesn’t even cover it anymore.”

“You steal my blanket when you go away, you don’t seem to mind my scent then.”

“Yeah, because it’s from you, it’s not the same if I smell like it.” He met your gaze through the screen again and despite his complaints he had a small smile on his lips.

“Fine, I’ll get in the bath on my own, and to think I was gonna offer to give you a back massage afterwards.” Mason narrowed his eyes in mock annoyance.

“Hey, let’s not-“

“Miss Y/L/N, do you have a moment?” The soft knock at your door and the school nurse pushing it open had you sending Mason an apologetic smile at the fact you’d have to end the call.

“I have to go, I’ll see you tonight okay? Thanks for my dinner.” Mason just smiled with a nod and a mumbled “I love you” before you ended the call, wishing more than anything for 6PM to roll around so you could go home and have him wrap you up in his arms.

Walking out of the main school gates and towards the staff car park, a pile of books weighing down your arms, you stopped short when you spotted Mason waiting by his car. He was leant against the door, bundled in his puffy coat, phone in hand but he just had caught sight of you making your way over because he looked up and a grin lit up his face as he stuffed his phone away. He met you half way, hands reaching for your books to relieve you of some of the weight, head lowering so he could kiss your forehead.

“Feeling okay?“ Were the first words out of his mouth, his gaze searching your face for any signs that you might be feeling unwell again but you just nodded.

“Fine, Mase, but what are you doing here?”

“Picking you up, obviously. Do you wanna grab something to eat on the way home?” He nudged you towards his car, your eyebrows drawing together in confusion when he opened the back door and dropped your books on to the seat.

“Mason, I drove here, my cars over there.” He followed your gaze, not the slightest bit bothered as he pushed the door closed and then opened the passenger one for you. He nodded his head towards the seat.

“I know. But I wanted to come and get you just to make sure you got back safe. It’s dark and the roads are a little slippery from the rain and when you FaceTimed me earlier you just looked tired so I thought I’d save you a drive.” He glanced down at his feet, cheeks a little pink and shrugged his shoulders. “Plus I missed you and I didn’t wanna wait till you got home.”

“Mase,” You let out a soft laugh and closed the distance between you, arms wrapping around his neck so you could pull him into a hug. His own arms circled your waist, head dropping to the crook of your neck and he squeezed you ever so slightly. “Me being sick made you extra clingy.”

“I got used to you being there all the time, the house was too quiet.” You turned your head to kiss his cheek, lips against the rough hairs of his beard and he gave a soft hum. “I’ll drive you in the morning and you get your car then.” His face pressed closer into your neck and he let out a light laugh. “Just let me take care of you a little longer.”