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mhahaikyuus · 13 days

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Hair

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tags: black reader x katsuki, newly established relationship (still trying to keep up the illusion for your partner), black reader doing her hair, emotional reader, Katsuki being the rational calm boyfriend, fluffy, cute ending.

a/n: i skimmed barely proofread sorry for any mistakes, hope you guys enjoy. reblogs appreciated.

“I can come over tonight?” Katsuki asked on speaker of your phone.

You two spent everyday together since he had confessed to you by shoving flowers into your hands and running off before you had a chance to respond in slight shock.

“Uh I’m busy tonight sorry.” You said watching yourself in the mirror studying your scalp distracted.

“Okay what about tomorrow?” Katsuki grunted unhappy he would spend time away from you.

“Tomorrow I'm busy too, i can’t hang out this weekend.” You said eyeing the thin black plastic bag filled with beauty supplies sitting on your vanity.

He frowned, you always told him about upcoming plans you had. At lunch always rambling about whatever you wanted and him listening with small grunts and nods. You didn’t mention anything before about plans.

“What are you doing?” He asked. Not wanting to pry so early into a relationship and scare you off. He had plans to make you his permanently but he was nosey.

“My hair,” You answered honestly.

“What do you mean your hair? It takes that long?” He asked confused.

“Yeah, it does. I have a lot of hair and it takes a lot of hours sometimes a couple of days.” You admitted with a sigh already dreading the process.

Katsuki sat there on the other side of the phone with a small sigh of relief. You weren’t blowing him off with anyone else, just your hair. He had no idea about black hair but he knew he cared about you and that meant this was important.

“Do you need help?” He offered making you silent in surprise widely blinking at the phone.

The man that would tell his partner in the field to fuck off when he asked. Was readily offering you his help.

You let out a small laugh, “I do but I don’t think you know what that entails. It’s a really long process and it’s tiring. Im okay though thanks for asking.”

He just wanted to see you. After spending every day together for a month, he doesn’t know if he could go 3 days.

“Alright the offer still stands if you change your mind. Don’t tire yourself out.” He sighed and you both said your goodbyes.

You fiddled with the ends of your hair with a huff.

“Let’s get this over with.”

You wanted to ram your head into a wall. Staring at half your head being braided, 10 hours down and probably another 7 to go.

Your back hurt, your arms hurt, your head hurt it was not ideal. Not eating all day and getting irritated at everything you were in a mood.

Throwing the rat tail comb from your hands on the floor you flopped onto your bed in tears needing a break.

Your phone began buzzing, face still in the mattress you reached around til you found it and pressed answer button.

“Hello,” You answered muffled

“Hey how’s it going?” Bakugo asked

You sniffled pulling your head up tears running.

“It’s fine.”

Bakugo heard how upset you were causing his forehead to crease, “What’s wrong baby?” in a softer voice.

“It’s nothing it’s just my hair and i’m tired and cranky and i haven’t eaten all day. I’ve only done maybe half of my head and i want to stop.” You said through tears.

“Hey, hey please stop crying it’ll be okay.” Katsuki said trying to soothe you through the phone but it wasn’t working. Noticing a twinge in his chest at the sound of your soft sniffles.

You left out small huffs trying to control your breathing, “Yeah…sorry I should go you don’t want to hear me crying. Sorry to bother.” You realized you were probably scaring away the one guy you did like with your hysterics.

“No I didn-“

“I have to go thanks for calling.”

Katsuki stared at the phone feeling his stomach sink.

You cried until your eyes were puffy and reluctantly went back to braiding your hair. You were so impatient and tender headed but you would not spend 200+ dollars on box braids.

After about an hour you heard a knock on your door. You opened it to your boyfriend with a bag of takeout and one from the pharmacy.

You yelped in surprise slamming the door just as fast as you opened it.

Katsuki was very confused and kind of hurt at your reaction.

“Y/n! What the fuck come on.” He yelled from the other side of the door.

Your face held such embarrassment, hoping this was a figment of your imagination.

Your boyfriend was NOT here when you looked like a hot mess.

Your non-black boyfriend at that.

This is a nightmare.

“What are you doing here!” You yelled back through the door.

“Baby you were crying and I haven’t seen you in almost 2 days!"

You groaned, “You can’t see me like this! you have to go home.”

He grunted in annoyance, “You better open up. Im not leaving when you were crying.”

You were silent waiting for him to go home and he wasn’t budging. With a sigh you opened the door peaking out at him.

“Are ya gonna let me in?” He asked with raised blond eyebrows and pretty crimson eyes.

You opened the door and stepped aside.

“What’s wrong why are you slamming doors and crying?” He asked looking down at you as he entered your apartment.

You slowly closed the door behind you and leaned back against it.

“I didn’t want you to see me like this.” You admitted thankful that you didn't blush noticeably.

“Baby like what.” He sighed dropping the bags on your coffee table and bringing you in close.

Your head fell into his muscular chest, smelling his cologne.

“My hair.” You mumbled into his shirt.

He pulled back and used one hand to push back your hair to see your face. Your hair is in sections and a half-braided mess.

“I like you and your hair. So will you calm down please?”

“Really?” You asked with teary eyes looking up at him.

“Yes, I do.” He reassured his hands gently holding you, his main goal to calm you down from this tired anxiety driven mood.

“Okay.” You mumbled head falling back into his chest.

He rubbed your back, “What’s going on?” asking again.

“I stayed up all night and im not even halfway done. I have a headache.” You mumbled in tears.

Katsuki led you to the couch and made you take a seat.

“Take a break. You look hangry and I brought food.” He said propping you in his lap and handing you takeout.

You finished your food and leaned your head in his neck. Your headache stopping. He was right as usual, you were hangry.

“I’m sorry for slamming the door in your face that was mean.” You said wrapping him in a side hug.

His hand rubbed the side of your thigh with a light kiss on your nose.

“It’s okay, ya didnt break my nose with the door slam.” Katsuki said making you laugh.

“Can I?” He asked gesturing to your head and you nodded.

Katsuki’s thick fingers touching your blow dried hair.

“It’s soft.” He said with mild surprise, “Like really soft.”

You laughed, “Yeah I do have soft hair, but so do you.” Reaching up and lightly tugging on his spiky blonde hair. His hair was getting longer in the back. It may be because he loves your hands all over him and especially his head, giving you more hair to yank. Just a theory of course you would never say to him.

He grunted, “You feel better?”

“Yes…” You nodded as he smiled knowing what he was gonna say

“Crying over the being hungry?” He teased showing his canines with his smile and you rolled your eyes.

“Shut up.”

“I’m just saying.”

“Are you discriminating against a black woman?” You squinted but Bakugo had heard that before.

“I just came over here with food to stop your crying and got a door slammed in my face.” He said with narrowed eyes matching your own.

“Uh fine.” You sighed, “Can you not be a good boyfriend so I can call you a bigot.” Your hand trailing up his stomach under his shirt, wanting skin to skin contact.

He pinched the inside of your thigh making you yelp in pain in response. His head deeply buried into your neck just enjoying your touch

“Ow…”You whined rubbing the bruised spot.

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captainzigo · 1 month

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finntheehumaneater · 5 months

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⭐️Radio Star⭐️ (part 5)

(TW: brief reference to past trauma, some gory description {blood, bones, guts, ripping/pulling of skin, etc.} but it’s used in a poetic sense so it’s not actually happening)

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Steve spent an embarrassing amount of time waiting by the phone these days—curled up on the floor next to the wall with his head pressed to his knees and his jacket pulled tight around him. Eddie hadn’t called, and he was pretty sure he wasn’t going to—but god he wanted him to. He really did. It felt like invisible hands were tugging at his skin, bloody fingers curled against his spine, pulling him and telling him to just give up and lay down and die. He hadn’t really felt like himself in weeks, and he needed a distraction.

The phone book on the shelf—balanced on top of novels that Robin had never read but insisted on buying—was full of numbers that he would never have remembered otherwise. Old friends. Family members he had cut contact with years ago. Past hookups from months ago because he swore of doing that shit if it didn’t mean anything real to him.

He stood up, leaning against the wall and scrubbing his hand harshly against his eyes. He was crying and he didn’t even know why. He opened the phone book and flipped through the pages, running his fingers over the soft paper and sighing.

Robin was out with Vickie. She had been spending less time with him, and it was fucking ripping him apart from the inside out. His blood and guts were on the floor, covering the walls and the carpet and their shared beds, and she walked out on him with unknowing eyes—just ruffling his hair and saying she would probably end up staying the night.

And he knew he was being dramatic, he fucking knew it, but he also knew that he was losing his best friend. The person who knew about everything that he had been through—the person that he cried to when the memories of things he had blocked out came flooding back to him and all he wanted to do was shed his skin and curl up in the closet as someone new and broken.

Plus he could feel a migraine coming on, which was just fucking great.

He could call Addie. But they only went on two dates and had sex once. She got mad when he was upset over something, so she wasn’t the best person to call. Instead, he punched in Vickie’s phone number. Maybe if he just talked to Robin about what was going on she would come back home early and they could just…sit. And talk. Talking didn’t really help, but he was out of options, right now.

The phone rang for a minute. And then two. And then it stopped. No one answered. Steve forced himself to put it gently back into the receiver instead of slamming it like he wanted. He dropped his head into his hands and felt like falling apart and sobbing on the floor for a bit before making some tea. Some good tea, this time, not the stupid shit from the Advent Calendar.

But then the phone rang again, and he scrambled to grab it, talking with a choked and tight voice before he could even take a breath. “Fuck—Robin, I need—I need you to come home for a bit, I—“

He cut himself off when the person on the other end of the line cleared their throat and said gently, “Stevie? Is that you?”

It was Eddie. Steve nodded numbly, not realizing that Eddie couldn’t see him. He didn’t want to talk to Eddie right now, he wanted to talk to Robin. “Mhm,” he amended, willing his voice to go back to normal. It didn’t work.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Eddie sounded genuinely concerned, and it made Steve want to cry again. Steve wrapped the phone cord around his finger and then dropped it. Then he did it again. He sighed. “No. I’m just…sorry, I don’t mean to be a bother.”

“Hey, hey—I called you. I called you because I wanted to talk to you. You didn’t do anything wrong, okay?”. Steve nodded again out of habit, and then muttered a quiet, “okay.”

Eddie sighed, but it sounded more teasing than anything. “You need to say it like you mean it, otherwise it doesn’t count.”

“This is so stupid.”

“Steve.”

“Hm?” He smiled slightly, despite himself, his hand tugging at the phone cord gently.

“I’ll keep bothering you until you say it.”

“Fine.” Steve huffed, rolling his eyes. “I didn’t do anything wrong. Happy?”

“Oh, I am very happy.” Eddie said, and Steve could hear the grin in his voice. “Sorry it took so long for me to call, honey. Pen smudges off easily. You don’t know how many innocent people I dialed before this while trying to guess what the missing number was.”

Steve laughed quietly at how Eddie phrased that, leaning against the wall a bit more. His face flushed at the nickname, but he kept his voice steady. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. Now, what’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“I, uh…I don’t know. I just…don’t feel like myself.”

“How so?”

Steve paused, thinking. “I-I—I don’t…uh…it’s the anniversary of something soon, I guess. In two weeks. I always get…sad, I guess?” It felt good to admit that out loud after months of ignoring it. He just didn’t like to think about it, really—but recently his feelings about it had been getting stronger, and that wasn’t good.

“Oh, I’m sorry, sweetheart. Is it okay if I ask what happened?”

“I don’t…like talking about, I’m sorry.”

“Hey, don’t be sorry…” Eddie paused, and there was the sound of shifting from the other end and a soft huff. Eddie was probably sitting. Steve slid down the wall to sit, too, feeling the phone-cord go a bit taught around his finger, so he moved it. “You don’t ever have to tell me, okay? Don’t feel bad about it. I just…”

He trailed off, and Steve felt his shoulders tense.

“Are you going to be okay?” Eddie whispered, his voice softer than before. “I have—I have a friend who gets like that, kind of? He gets…he’s really fucking hard on himself, then. Is that what happens to you?”

Steve sighs, his eyes drifting to the front door. “No, I get…sad.”

“What helps?”

“Hm?”

“What helps when you feel sad.”

Steve thinks, again, his eyes watering slightly and his voice shaking again as he swallows around a pathetic sound he doesn’t ever want to let out. “Company, I-I guess?”

“And I take it you’re alone?”

Steve swallowed. Took a breath. “Yeah.”

“Okay, look—I know we don’t really know each other that well—“ that made Steve pause, his eyebrows furrowing. It was true. He didn’t know anything about Eddie—except where he worked—and he had waited by the phone like a fucking dog with his leash in his mouth for days. That was pathetic. He was pathetic.

“But,” Eddie continued. “I could come over? If having company helps you to be less sad?”

“The…the house is a mess, I…” Steve could hardly hear his own voice, but it sounded dazed and light, almost too quiet.

“We meet up then?”

“I don’t trust myself to drive.” His eyesight couldn’t be trusted anymore, and the thought that he might be losing it—really losing it that made him want to fucking die.

“I’ll pick you up, then. How does that sound, sweetheart? We can go wherever you want.”

“Are you sure it’s not an inconvenience or anything…? I—I can just deal with it—“

“Hey, stop…no one should have to be sad when it’s almost Halloween, that is practically a crime.”

Steve laughed, but it didn’t sound right. He told Eddie his address and went to change—because even though it was nearly 22:00, he hadn’t gotten dressed that morning.

It didn’t take long for Eddie to get there, and Steve was sitting on a chair on the porch when he arrived. This wasn’t a date, but he still wanted to make sure he looked okay. His eyes felt heavy, and they were probably red around the rims from crying. He hadn’t even cried a lot—just for a few minutes when he saw the two young girls who lived in the house next to them get home. And he knew it was stupid, but he missed Robin. He really fucking missed Robin, even though she was only half-an-hour away.

It was around 22:25, now, if the clock on the wall that he had gone inside to check a few minutes ago could be trusted. Eddie got out of his van, which looked old, but not damaged. Steve could see him clearly in the soft yellow light of the street-lamp. His hair was half-up-half-down, with two strands tugged out to frame his face, which he had probably done on purpose. Steve knew he had seen Eddie before their encounter at the Haunted maze thing, but that interaction was still fuzzy and hazed around the edges.

His face-piercings were more defined, black, and they stuck out against his very-fucking-pale skin. He was wearing his flannel and jeans, with a black t-shirt. Steve felt his fingers dig into his arms—into the sleeves of the jacket that Eddie had lent him.

Eddie stood there, waiting, looking at Steve with eyes so soft that it made his stomach twist into gross, bloody knots. Steve stood and walked over, stopping short in front of Eddie and looking down at his sneakers, water creeping back into his eyes. He needed to stop fucking crying.

Eddie laughed quietly and gently tugged at the sleeve of his jacket, which Steve was stalling taking off. “Is that John Lennon?”

Steve looked up. “Hm?”

“On your shirt.”

“Oh, uh…yeah.”

Eddie opened the passenger-seat door and bowed slightly, motioning for Steve to get in. He did. It smelled like cigarettes and the cheap strawberry chapstick that Robin always made him buy when they went shopping. He needed to stop thinking about Robin right now. There was a long list of things that he needed to stop doing.

Eddie closed the door and only for a moment did Steve feel shut in—in a way that he didn’t really like—before Eddie crossed to the other side of the car and slid into the driver's seat, tapping his hands on the wheel and sighing softly, looking over at Steve. “Are you okay?”

Steve nodded. He liked being with Eddie in person rather than over the phone. He didn’t have to wonder what he was doing. And he didn’t have to talk as much. Yeah, that was probably why.

“You like The Beatles?” Eddie questioned, turning the key and the car hummed softly. Steve sighed back and closed his eyes, nodding slightly again as he leaned his head against the window. It was late, and it was dark, and he was tired.

He heard Eddie shift, and his voice was closer when he spoke again. Softer. “Hey, sweetheart? Do you want me to just drive around for a while?”

Steve really didn’t, but he did. He didn’t want Eddie to have to drive him around just so that he could relax, but it was exactly what he needed. Steve nodded again.

He felt the car move forward for a very short moment, and then the world sort of fell away around him, the side of his forehead pressed to the cool window, his body slipped down perfectly in the seat until he felt okay. Until he felt safe.

He didn’t know when he had fallen asleep, or how long they had been driving , but Steve opened his eyes a little while after his bones felt the humming of the car stop. He sat up and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, forcing them to open. It was much darker than before, and there were trees around them. He could see the stars when he looked up through the window. Eddie wasn’t in the car anymore, but he could see the faint outline of a person sitting at the base of a tree, smoking a cigarette.

Steve pushed open the door with sleep-tired hands and stepped outside, his feet hitting the grass. He walked over to where Eddie was, sitting down next to him without a word and leaning back against the tree.

There was a body of water near them—black, but the water was white where it shifted from the moon. It was a lake. Or maybe a pond, Steve couldn’t really see how big it was through the branches and the bushes. The air around them smelled like pine.

Eddie pressed his arm against Steve’s, and his arm felt warm through the jacket sleeve. “Morning.”

“S’not morning.” Steve muttered, rubbing his eyes again. “What time is it?”

Eddie rested his hand on Steve’s knee so that Steve could see his watch. He had to squint to read the time. 00:30. He felt his shoulder sag slightly, and would have felt a twinge of disappointment when Eddie moved his hand, if he wasn’t already feeling horrible, guilt seeping in past his nerves and into his being. “Fuck, I’m sorry. You didn’t need to drive for that long.”

“Stop it,” Eddie whispered, his fingers slotting against Steve’s in a way that made his skin shudder and twist—wriggle around his whole body before it settled when Eddie leaned in slightly so that he could speak even quieter, his cigarette pinched in his other hand, thumb pressed to the end of it. “You don’t need to apologize, Stevie. I like driving. Honestly.”

“Where are we?” Steve found himself asking, looking up at the dark sky and pinpoints of light peering down at them. He could see Orion’s Belt.

“Does it matter?” Eddie said back, smiling slightly.

Steve shrugged and leaned his head against Eddie’s shoulder. “We should go back.”

“Should we?” Eddie said softly, and Steve could feel his breath against his hair.

“Mhm. You can bring me back when it’s lighter?”

“I would love to.”

Eddie stood and tugged on Steve’s hand until he was standing, too, and they got back into the car. Eddie played Hey, Jude on the drive back.

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theitgirlnetwork · 6 months

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Chapter 8: Future Stuff

Note: Hellooo! Thank you all once again so much for all of the love I'm getting on this story. Everyone is so sweet I could actually throw up so thank you. I hope you all enjoy this chapter. All of the reblogs, notes, comments, messages really motivate me, and I'm so thankful. It's so fun writing this. The only warnings are implied sexual content and strong language but MDNI fr fr. This story is not for the children. Alsooo, I think I figured out the tag list situation, feel free to correct me if I'm wrong. So its down below, anyone else who would like to be added, please let me know <3

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Ian and Mickey stare forward at the TV as Lip continues to bounce his leg and blow a cloud of smoke into the air. Mickey irritably fans the air in front of him, cutting his eyes to Ian who silently pleads to him not to say anything. A few more seconds pass and the cheap couch continues to rattle and Mickey gets fed up.

“Fuck! Gallagher, go, don’t go, cheat, don’t cheat, we don’t fuckin’ care!” He yells, ignoring Ian’s glare. “I mean, I’ll fuckin’ tell the princess in a heartbeat, but you sittin’ hear, shittin’ your pants over a phone call is makin’ me wanna kill you.”

“Fuck off Mickey.”

Mickey turns to the blond, only to have his boyfriend place his hand on his chest, shoving him lightly into the other direction, gesturing for him to go upstairs. Ian huffs as Mickey flicks him off before storming up the steps to his room, taking his beer with him.

The redhead sits back down next to his brother, sighing as he opens his own drink. “Are you gonna?”

Lip looks up, hand buried in his hair for probably the fiftieth time that night. “Gonna what?”

“Cheat. On Charlotte with that old bitch Helene.”

Lip shakes his head quietly, taking a drag from his blunt before passing it over to Ian. “No.” he sniffs. “And uh, Helene didn’t get me kicked out, alright?”

“Okay.” Ian shrugs, grabbing the blunt. “But she didn’t help.”

“Nah.” Lip nods, blue eyes surrounded by red, bloodshot from the lack of sleep he got over the past few days. “She didn’t. But uh, she didn’t say much on the phone. Just that she needs to talk to me. Figured I should see what it’s about. Not a big deal.”

“Is that why you’re pullin’ your hair out and hotboxin’ our living room?” Ian asks, releasing the smoke from his nose. “Did you tell her?”

“No.” Lip sighs, scrubbing his hand down his face. He reaches over and snatches the blunt from Ian before he could take another pull. “And you won’t either, alright? It’s not a big deal and I’m just gonna tell her to fuck off. Don’t need to freak Bunny out for nothin’.”

Lip had been lamenting over Helene’s call for the past few days.He’d gone silent on the phone in shock when she confirmed it was her and was even more surprised when she asked to meet with him to discuss something. The last time he’d talked to her, she’d ended things and ignored him while he screamed and pleaded for her back outside of her house. It was fucking humiliating. He wanted to show her he was better now. He wanted to show he wasn’t some desperate loser and he didn’t fucking need her, her leaving didn’t fucking faze him.

He knew he could do that and stay loyal to Charlotte.

But apparently Ian and Mickey had no faith in him. He didn’t know why he fucking told them in the first place.

Maybe because he’d hoped it would help get rid of the rock in his stomach he felt every time he spoke to Charlotte and didn’t tell her his sort’ve ex/professor had hit him up to meet.

Lip is used to the feeling of guilt and shame, it comes with the Gallagher territory. A low hum of those two feelings stay with them always. But this feeling was worse. It was loud and aggressive. It was pounding in his ears each time his girlfriend’s sweet voice came through the phone. So, he already felt like shit. He doesn’t need Ian and his cling-on fucking riding him.

“Doesn’t seem like it’s for nothin’ Seems like somethin’ she should know.” Ian shrugs, snatching it back.

“Yeah, just because you’re Mickey’s bitch, doesn’t mean I’m Charlotte’s. Alright? I’ve got it-”

“Fuck you.” Ian frowns, shoving his brother, looking affronted when he shoves him back.

The two boys begin pushing and shoving at each other, standing from the couch to get into each other’s faces. Voices raising and carrying throughout the house. The front door swings open and a tired Fiona storms through, Liam in her arms, shoving between the two of them. “Uh uh, I just worked for 8 hours with no break while tryin’ to watch Liam. I do not come home to you fighting.”

The older girl places Liam on the steps, patting his back and telling him to go upstairs and wait for her to tuck him in. She turns back to her other brothers, watching them glare at each other. “What the fuck is the issue?” Lip clenches his jaw irritably, looking away from his sister. He knows that Ian isn’t going to say anything and he does not feel like hearing Fiona bitch about Helene or make some smart ass comment about him already fucking up with Charlotte. “Fuck, fine, whatever. I don’t care what you have going on, Christmas is in two days, you’re not gonna fuck up the vibe in the house for Carl, Debbie and Liam. And make sure you have your shit together on the gift front.”

Ian pushes past Lip, knocking his shoulder and heading toward the stairs, “I’ve got my shit covered.”

Fiona watches him go up the stairs before looking back to Lip with an expectant expression. “And you?”

The blond huffs out a breath, “I’m handling it.”

And at the time, he really thought he was.

“It was really nice to see her.” Charlotte smiles, pouring water onto one of the plants on her parent’s patio before moving on to the next. The other side of the line is quiet and she pauses in her motion, pushing her phone closer to her ear. “Bub?”

“Huh?” there’s shuffling on the other end of the line for a few moments before the sound of her boyfriend returns. “That’s good, bunny.”

The woman rolls her eyes, setting down the watering can onto the table and pulling out a seat to sit in. “You’re not listening, Phillip.”

“Yeah I am.”

“Yeah? What’d I say.”

He hums for a moment before raising his voice lightly, attempting to mimic hers. “Phillip, I miss you so much, I can’t wait until I can see you again and climb on top of your big, hard-”

“Yeah, I don’t talk like that. That must be your other girlfriend.” She laughs. Charlotte waits to hear the deep chuckle that she’s grown to love and is only met with awkward silence. “Phillip?”

“Uh, yeah. I’ve actually got to go.”

“Oh.” Charlotte frowns, biting at her thumbnail nervously. She doesn’t like the sound of his voice. He’d been being weird for the last couple of days and she didn’t know where it was coming from. Was it because of that one phone call? Was it too much? Too little? Did she do something wrong? The reasonable side of her told her that the distance might be just getting to him. Their relationship had started with her leaving for an undetermined amount of time. They began with a goodbye, it definitely was wearing on her, it would be reasonable for it to be affecting Lip as well. “Okay, I’ll talk to you later? And um, please remember to get the presents I got for everyone out of my room at V’s okay? S’not much-”

“Okay, so uh, you’re definitely not gonna be back for Christmas?” he asks.

Charlotte sighs, leaning her chin on her hand and toying with the fabric of her shirt. “I dunno. M’sorry.”

“It’s fine. I’ll call you later. Bye, baby.”

As the line goes dead Charlotte groans to herself. As much as she’s enjoyed being home with her parents, she was starting to get antsy. Putting aside how badly she misses Lip, she misses everyone else and her freedom too. Being back in her parents home made her feel like a child again, unable to make decisions about anything. What time to wake up, what to eat, what to wear. She needs a break from her break.

And honestly, she wants the chance to take her new relationship seriously. And she can’t do that while they’re however any miles apart.

Settled into her new resolve, Charlotte pushes out of her seat and opens the screen door to her house. She looks around the lower level, finding that no one is there and heads up the stairs to look for her mother. She finds her mother in the office and knocks on the heavy wooden door before entering. “Hi, Mom.”

Charlotte’s mother looks up from her laptop, pausing to push her glasses up on her nose. “Hi, honey, what’s up?”

“Um,” Charlotte shifts on her feet uneasily, running a finger along the paint on the door frame. “I need to talk to you about something.”

Lip takes a deep breath as he stands outside of the café, pocketing his phone as he weighs out the different ways this scenario can play out in his head.

Best case scenario, he goes in there, Helene looks fuckin’ awful, he tells her where she can shove it and maybe throws in a picture of his new sexy ass girlfriend that he’s fucking obsessed with, conveniently leaving out that he’s unsure if she’s ever coming back to Chicago.

Worst case scenario, she looks amazing, he doesn’t even get to mention Charlotte and this was some kind of sick test that he failed by showing up. His girlfriend emerges from some back room or something and dumps him on the spot for even showing up to talk to his ex. And she…he doesn’t know, starts fucking Helene’s husband or something.

That last part can’t happen. Lip is pretty sure he’d kill him.

Another minute passes by before he decides to finally go into the shop. Quiet, boring cafe music is softly playing and the smell of coffee fills his nostrils.

“Lip, over here.” a voice calls over to him.

Lip follows the voice over to a table in the left corner of the restaurant and finds Helene, seated, already sipping a coffee, an untouched mug on the opposite side of the table. He makes his way over and slowly slides into the seat opposite of her. “Uh, hey.”

The older woman offers him a kind smile, drumming her fingers on her cup. Lip absently notices that her wedding ring is not on her finger. “Hi. How are you?”

He looks up, dragging his eyes away from her hand. “Fine, I uh, can’t complain. How have you been?”

“Overall I’ve been well.” Lip nods quietly at her response and starts scanning the room, looking everywhere but her. He hadn’t accounted for this being so weird. A couple beats pass before she speaks again. “Okay, well I think we’re a little too familiar for this to be so uncomfortable. That coffee is for you by the way. It’s black with no sugar the way you like it.”

“Actually,” Lip cuts in, glancing down at the cup. “I don’t take it like that anymore. I, uh, like it sweeter now.”

Helene’s eyebrows shoot up, “Oh. Okay, we could send it back-”

“Nah, I’ll drink it.” He shrugs, trying to hide his grimace as the bitter liquid fills his mouth, briefly wondering how he used to chug this shit when he was with her.

“Okay.” Helene shifts in her seat a little, leaning forward. “Tell me what else has changed since we last spoke.”

Lip licks his lips, looking around before letting his blue eyes land back on her. “I uh, left school, or they kicked me out for something…unrelated. So yeah, I’m working. Moved back to Southside.”

“Do you like what you do?”

“It helps pay bills. Nothing in my field but, it works.” he shrugs again. “Are you, uh back at the school?”

Helene smoothes her left hand over her hair, and his eyes drift back to her empty ring finger. “Yes, I’ve returned as an adjunct, but they’re keeping a close watch on me so you can understand that’s a little bit awkward. But um, I’ve been working through some things since the last time I spoke to you-”

“Right, that was a contingency for you to get your job back, right? The therapy?” Lip bites. He doesn’t know where the comment comes from but he shocks himself and Helene.

“Yes…it was. And I think I owe you an apology.” she says softly.

Lip sits up straighter in his seat. “Okay.”

“I’m sorry, I should have spoken to you, and allowed you to explain what happened. I requested for you to communicate and exhibit maturity throughout our relationship and didn’t extend the same respect to you.” Helene waits for Lip to react, to accept, say something, but all he offers her is another quiet nod. “I’ve learned I have a habit of having high expectations for what people should do for me and very low tolerance for error. It’s likely what caused this relationship to fail and certainly what ruined my marriage.”

The blond looks up at that, immediately alerted by the news she’d snuck into the conversation. She’s divorced. She’d gotten divorced. Despite the fact that he was refusing to acknowledge it, back when they were together he used to dream about it. The day she said fuck her husband and left him completely, chose him entirely. On darker days when he would watch her climb out of bed to go find her spouse, or see them kiss especially intimately in front of him, or she would leave to shower with him just after she and Lip had sex, he would think about how happy he’d be if the older man just disappeared. Went missing. Dropped dead, he didn’t fucking care.

But the knowledge now that Helene was single brought Lip no feeling at all. He’s shocked at how numb he is to the news. “I’m uh, sorry.” he offers awkwardly.

“I’ve made my peace with it. Now, I’m trying to make my peace with you.” she smiles, placing her hand on top of Lip’s across the table, smoothing her thumb on his knuckles.

“Oh, shit-” he jolts, taking his hand back and feeling himself turn red as the table rattles at his jerky movement. “I actually have a girlfriend. And we’re…monogamous.”

“Oh.” Helene sits back, seemingly startled by his very large reaction before adjusting herself. “I’m sorry, well congratulations. Who is it? That mousy girl who is fascinated with posting pictures of other people’s naked forms?”

Lip doesn’t bother offering her a fake laugh, instead choosing to open his phone and show her his favorite picture of him and Charlotte together. It’s one that Ian had taken at the Alibi when Lip had been pretending to teach her how to play pool to both get close to her and piss off Kev as the girl bent over the table in front of him. The picture perfectly captures Charlotte’s pretty smile and reminds him of when she was close enough to touch. He holds his phone up for Helene to see and watches the woman’s expression. “This is Charlotte.”

Her face is unmoving as she looks at the girl. “Well, I suppose it’s double congratulations. She’s gorgeous. Is she in school?”

“Um,” Lip takes the phone back and pockets it, “No, she just moved here. She’s working at a restaurant for now, saving up money. I’d have brought her with me but she’s visiting family back where she’s from.”

“And where’s that?”

“Virginia.”

Helene hums, lifting her coffee to take a sip. “That’s far.”

“772 miles.” Lip sniffs, leaning back in his chair. “But she’ll be back.” As he says it his brain wonders if he’s telling Helene or reminding himself.

“I see. And it’s serious?”

That question gives Lip pause. Because is it serious? He can acknowledge that when he first saw Charlotte he hadn’t hoped for much more than getting her prissy ass into bed and then doubling back once in a while, but not frequently enough for her to get attached. Her stubbornness and Mandy’s existence put a little wrench in his plans but he’d always liked a challenge. But after a while, it was more than that. He’d fucked around and learned things about her. Charlotte is sweet, kind, and funny. She makes him relax and feel less fucking irritated all of the time. She makes him feel needed without making him feel trapped. She cared about his interests, making him happy. His family. She’d made his life better in such a short period of time.

“To me.”

Helene nods, offering him a soft smile. “I can tell. It’s the look in your eyes. It’s different now. A good different.” she lets out a sigh and places her cup down again. “Well, I’m happy for you. Though I came here to tell you I miss you and apologize, I also wanted to make up for the part I played in your education ending early.”

“It was unrelated.”

“Well, I certainly didn’t help.” It’s good that she knows that, he thinks. “I want to offer you an internship, not with me, but with a research center I collaborate with. They were looking for someone with an interest and background in science and technology and I immediately thought of you.”

“You didn’t think of one of the hundreds of people majoring in that at the university?” Lip scoffs.

“I didn’t used to sleep with them.” she jokes, rolling her eyes when Lip appears unamused. “I’m kidding. I truly believe you’d be a good fit for this.”

“Look um, like I told Youens, I can’t really afford to work for free right now, I understand you guys say it’ll lead to something-”

“It’s a paid internship, Lip.” Helene cuts in. She observes the young man, watching as the wheels turn in his brain as he tries to think up more excuses as to why he can’t accept this opportunity. She grabs her purse from where it is hanging on the back of her chair and pulls out a card, placing it down on the table. “Look, I have another meeting to get to, but this is a really good opportunity, if I were you I’d take it. Work in your field and make some decent money. Serious relationships aren’t as free as we’d like them to be, you know.” she says, nodding her head toward the pocket where he’d placed his phone. Helene stands, walking past, briefly placing her hand on Lip’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, you’d only have to see me around sometimes, we’d be in different departments.”

“I wasn’t worried about that.” He says, grabbing the card.

“Good. Give my regards to Charlotte will you?”

Lip sits quietly as the older woman leaves the cafe, attempting to process what just happened. He looks down at the card one more time before shoving it in his pocket and standing to leave himself, mumbling under his breath, “‘Give my regards’ to my fuckin’ girlfriend. Like hell I will.”

“Okay, Liam, open this one next.”

Lip stands with his arm around Fiona as they watch Debbie help Liam open her present with a bright smile on her face. It’s tradition in the Gallagher household. For the whole month of December, the older three kids hide all of their money that they earn, same as usual, and put it toward the rent and bills. They work extra shifts at their jobs so that Carl and Debbie don’t have to chip in for the month, that way they can get each other and Liam presents. The older three also use anything they have left over to get each younger kid an additional gift. Finally, being the two older siblings they are, sometimes Fiona and Lip scrape together a little something extra to try and get something for Ian. This year, Mickey was here.

At first Lip had found the male Milkovich’s damn near constant presence in their home irritating, but he made Ian happy, and more stable so he tolerated it. As more time went by, Mickey became part of their routine, helping out, hanging out, pitching in money, and then Lip didn’t mind him. But now, watching the fucking thug who’d threatened to bash both his and Ian’s faces in not long ago for one reason or another roll his eyes and pretend to be in different as he offers a messily wrapped army knife to Lip’s younger brother, blushing as Ian pulls him into a brief kiss, Lip thinks he might not hate having him around. Maybe even likes it.

“Who wants eggnog?” V calls as she carries the pitcher into the room, balancing a stack of empty cups in her other hand.

“Me!” Carl calls trying to snatch a cup, groaning when the woman pulls it away.

“Sorry, who’s grown and wants spiked eggnog?”

“Fuckin’ me.” Lip grunts, pouring a glass full and taking a long swig. He’d been in a shit mood all day. Watching his younger siblings open their gifts made him feel a little better, but he’d been hoping that Charlotte would be home by now. It’d been weeks since she’d left and he was starting (had been the whole fucking time) to worry that she wasn’t coming back. He couldn’t imagine that the short time they’d gotten together before she left was all he was gonna get. But then again, that was just his luck.

Fiona’s eyes land on V, a small smile on her face as she widens her eyes in silent communication. Her friend rolls her own in response, nodding exasperated, and nudges Kev. “Huh? Oh.” the man leans down and takes Liam from Debbie and lifts the boy’s bottom to his nose, sniffing his nose. “Um…Lip, man, I think Liam took a shit.”

The blond’s brows furrow as he takes another sip of eggnog. “So change him?”

“He’s uh, not my brother.”

“Oh, for christ sake,” Fiona snatches Liam back, smiling at the little boy’s giggle and shoving him into Lip’s arms. “Go change him will you?”

Lip narrows his eyes at his sister before sighing out a ‘whatever’ and taking the boy, blowing raspberries against Liam’s cheek as he makes his way to the steps.

As they get to Liam, Carl and Ian’s room Lip starts undoing Liam’s diaper, holding the clean one under his arm. “You having a good Christmas buddy? Huh? Is it fun? Should we play in the snow later?”

“Lip!” the boy claps, kicking his legs, antsy.

Lip frowns in confusion as he finds a completely empty and clean diaper as he looks down at his brother. “The hell? What’re they talkin’ about? I knew you didn’t stink to me. Maybe it’s Kev, huh?” he coos, buttoning his brother back up. “Maybe he’s the one who took the shit.”

The blond fumbles around in his pocket and pulls out his phone, figuring hearing his girlfriend’s voice might put him in a better mood. “Should we call Charlotte? We miss her, don’t we buddy.”

“Lottie!” Liam screams, kicking more, giggling loudly.

“Alright alright, keep your pants on, she’s my girlfriend, kid.” He jokes, dialing her number. The phone rings once before going to voicemail. “And I guess she’s busy. That’s okay, buddy, she’s probably just enjoying Christmas with her parents.” Lip reassures, unsure if it’s for Liam or himself. He grows even more irritated at the painful ache that forms in his chest at the thought that he won’t be hearing from her at all today. He’d called twice earlier too, only to be sent to voicemail twice.

Hoisting the little boy up, Lip jogs back down the stairs, bouncing his brother as he goes, slowing to a halt when he enters the room and everyone seems like they just rushed back to their seat. “Why the fuck are you all being so weird? And he didn’t shit.” He says placing his little brother into Carl’s arms and going to sit again.

“Wait!” Fiona calls out, fighting back a grin. “Don’t sit down, you have to get your present now.”

“The fuck? You got me a present? Why? We could’ve used that on one of the kids-” Guilt floods him as he thinks about the fact that he hadn’t gotten Fiona anything.

“Will you stop being such a prick and go get your present? We left it in the kitchen.” Ian interrupts, kicking at Lip’s leg. “Go.”

“What would you even get me-” Lip pauses as a thought crosses his mind. But no. No, that’s not it. It’s no fuckin’ way. He lets his eyes trail over to V who offers him a small shrug before nodding her head in the direction of the kitchen. “No fuckin’ way.”

Lip all but sprints into the kitchen, ignoring his family’s laughter when he trips a little over the leg of the coffee table and again on one of Liam’s singing toys as he swings into the room.

“Hi, boyfriend.”

And there she is. In the flesh. Bouncing excitedly on her feet once, twice before squealing and jumping into Lip’s arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. Lip catches her easily, wrapping his own arms around her waist and squeezing tightly as he buries his face in her neck, inhaling her scent. “Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me? Charlotte, what the fuck?”

“Merry Christmas.” she chirps, putting her legs down and pulling back slightly, Lip follows suit, holding his arms around her loosely but refusing to fully let go.

“Yeah it fuckin’ is.” he breathes, tugging her forward into a kiss. He feels like his eyes could fucking roll back in his head. It feels so good. Touching her. Feeling her touch him. Kissing her soft lips. When he finally lets her up for air he leans his forehead against hers, matching her smile with his own. “Merry Christmas, Bunny. Uh, thanks for coming back.”

“What?” the girl scoffs, reaching up and tugging the hair at the back of his head lightly, “Are you joking? I had to.” she leans forward, rubbing her nose against his. “You’re here.”

“Fuckin’ missed you, baby.” Lip connects their lips again, hand cupping her cheek to guide her into a deeper kiss as he walks them until her lower back hits the counter.

“Alright, lovebirds, enough of that, I only promised Fiona I’d give you two minutes, it’s been five and a quarter.” Kev calls from the other room.

Lip pulls back again, letting Charlotte walk ahead of him as he rests his hands on her shoulders following not far behind as they re-enter the room. He watches as she greets all of his siblings, hugging Debbie tightly and kissing Carl on the cheek. Tickling Liam and placing him on her lap as she leans into an embrace from Ian before Mickey reaches over and pinches her cheek.

She’s back. She’s actually back. Lip didn’t realize how little hope he’d had that she’d come back to him until she’d actually done it. She was here, in his living room, with his family. With him. And the room feels like it has oxygen in it again. He only lets the thought of how scary it is that he feels like he’s breathing for the first time in weeks pass through the front of his head for a moment, though it still rings pretty loudly as he pushes it to his subconscious.

Hours later the two older Gallagher siblings are cleaning up after the holiday mess. Charlotte had offered to help the younger kids to get ready for bed while Ian and Mickey went to spend some time with Mandy so she wasn’t by herself on Christmas. Kev and V returned home after being over all day, Charlotte promising to spend all day the next day with them, and them giving in with very minimal complaint when she and Lip asserted that they’d be spending the night together.

Fiona eyes her brother as she scrubs a dish clean, watching as he continuously looks over his shoulder up the stairs. “Just go. I’ve got it.”

“Huh?”

“Go be with her, I can handle clean up, if anything you’re slowing me down, checkin’ every two seconds to see if she’s comin’ down.” She laughs, wiping hair out of her face with her forearm.

Lip chuckles too, putting down the drying towel and squeezing his sister;s shoulder. “Thanks, Fi.”

“Yeah yeah, don’t be loud, I don’t need any of the littles gettin’ traumatized on Christmas.” She says, placing a clean plate on the rack. Fiona turns to catch her brother before he heads up the steps. “Hey, she’s a good one. And this…this looks good on you so…don’t Gallagher it up.”

Lip pauses, thinking back to the card in his jacket pocket and the call he’d made earlier that morning. “I won’t.”

Charlotte turns as the door to Lip’s room creaks open, a wide smile spreading across her face as her boyfriend enters the room. “Hi.” she whispers.

“Hey.” he repeats back softly, closing the door quietly so as to not stir his younger siblings. Lip glances down on the floor at the discarded clothes and mess, and tries to kick it aside as he makes his way over to where Charlotte is standing. “I can’t believe you’re here.”

“Neither can I, if it was up to my dad I would’ve never come back out here, but Mom took my side.” she meets him the rest of the way, wrapping her arms around his neck as he pulls her in by her waist. “Missed you. But, it was good to see them. Any updates here?”

Lip has to force himself to look away from her big, brown, expectant eyes. He absently thinks to himself that he’d forgotten how hard it is to be a piece of shit when she’s aiming her soft, affectionate looks at him, as if he was something good. But despite the fact that this surprise was literally all that he’d wished for, he hadn’t had time to prepare to tell Charlotte about Helene or the job. He could already picture the doubt that would form on her face as he told her that he’d be working in somewhat proximity to his professor that he’d fucked for several months, convinced himself he was in love with, and briefly attempted to stalk. He can’t even picture admitting to her he’d gone to get coffee with her.

But the alternative isn’t much better. Having Charlotte look up at him with that wide-eyed, starry look, rose petal lips smiling brightly at him. Showing him that fuckin’ dimple. And all of that being fake? Lying to her face? He couldn’t imagine being able to sleep, sure he can lie on the phone, but holding her afterward is a whole different ball game.

So Lip chose the only intelligent option.

Half stories and fuckin’ deny, deny, deny.

“I uh, got a new job, a paid internship. I’ll get to work in science which is cool.” he says dismissively, moving down to kiss her when she stops him.

“What?” she squeaks, smile spreading even wider. “Phillip! That’s so great! M’so happy for you, bubba!” she says bouncing where she stands and clapping her hands together. “We have to celebrate! We…we should go out some night this week. Like, get dinner or go to a bar or…” Charlotte pauses, the look on her face changing.

“Or…?”

The woman leans forward then, kissing Lip’s nose, cheek, and jaw before dragging her way to his neck. Lip groans, mumbling a ‘fuck’ under his breath as Charlotte presses open mouthed kisses down his neck, tugging aside the collar of his shirt as she moves to the top of his chest, rubbing her hands along his abs.

It feels good. So good, her soft hands pushing his shirt out of the way. Her lips dragging along his skin. He was immediately hard, clenching his jaw in focus as he watches his sweet girl drop to her knees in front of him, looking up at him through her long dark lashes as she began to pull his belt from its buckle.

Lip’s dreamed of this shit. Hell, he came to this thought for almost all of the nights she’d been gone.

But there’s this fucking nagging thought in his brain. Fucking telling him over and over how he doesn’t deserve this. He doesn’t deserve his beautiful, sexy, kind, loving girlfriend. He doesn’t deserve her using her money she saved from her job to take him to the fucking Chicago Sciene Institute Museum. He doesn’t deserve her begging her parents to let her come back to this shithole so they can give their relationship a real try. He doesn’t deserve the way she looks at him.

He damn sure does not deserve to have his dick that he used to put where the fuck ever in her mouth.

“Baby, baby, wait-fuck-” he hisses as her hand pauses as it wraps around him in his boxers. “Shit, um, I don’t think we should do this right now.”

Charlotte immediately retracts her hand from him, placing them both in her lap as she sits on the floor looking at him. “Oh. Okay, did I hurt you…or like…do something you didn’t like?”

“No, no you’re” Lip joins her on the ground, bringing her hands to his lips and kissing her palms repeatedly. “Perfect. You’re perfect. It’s me, I’m just…” he hesitates, wracking his brain for an excuse and also cursing himself for quite literally talking his way out of getting his dick wet. “Don’t wanna traumatize the kids on Christmas you know? Plus uh, we should probably wait for a time Carl isn’t home. Did you know he has a crush on you?”

Releasing a nervous breath Charlotte relaxes again, giggling. “Oh yeah, I kinda got that when I was walking up the street one day and he tried to get me to ride on the handlebars of his bike. He tried to push up on his tip toes and whisper ‘wait for me, baby girl’ in my ear.”

Lip chuckles, moving to sit on his butt slowly, silently willing his erection to go down and leaving his arms open for Charlotte to sit in his lap. “He’s a Gallagher, it comes with charm.” he pokes the dimple in her cheek, jolting her in his lap lightly when she snorts. “What you don’t think so?”

“Please, Ian and Liam are carrying the family name on their god damned backs.” she jokes, leaning her head back on his shoulder. “Mm and Fiona, she’s got game too. Pretty sexy.”

“Yeah? You think my sister’s hot, why don’t you go downstairs and sit on her lap, huh?”

Charlotte turns a little to look at him, raising an eyebrow. “You think she’ll let me?”

Lip’s mouth falls open for a moment before he lets out a breathy laugh of disbelief. “Fuckin’ brat, okay, up you go.” he grabs Charlotte at her middle, pushing off of the floor and putting her over his shoulder before dropping her softly on to the bed, climbing over her and pinning her to it. “Went to Virginia and lost your fuckin’ mind. It’s funny?” he says lowly at her giggles, leaning down closer to her face. “You know what’s funny, Bunny? I still have your Christmas gift.”

Brown eyes go wide and immediately Charlotte is giggling out apologies. “Wait, wait, stop, m’sorryyy.” she hiccups as she continues to laugh, Lip’s fingers tickling her sides. “I want my gift!”

“Ask your girlfriend.” Lip jokes.

“She’s busy-” she whimpers, yelping when he intensifies his fingers movements. “You’re my boyfriend! Sorry! Please!” she laughs, kicking her legs. “Pleaseee” she pouts up at him between unhinged squeals and laughter.

Lip stares down at the beautiful girl beneath him and can’t help put give her what she asks. Placing his hand loosely around her neck, he pulls her up to meet him halfway, pressing their lips together in a deep, brief kiss. “Need to remember who you belong to, brat.”

He grunts as he pushes off of the bed and goes to his larger dresser, easily pushing the heavy furniture slightly away from the wall and opening what looked to be a small door to a non-functioning vent. Charlotte sits up on the bed, brows furrowing as she watches her boyfriend pull a huge jar from the opening in the wall behind his dresser, miscellaneous pieces of money, change and what appeared to be checks at the bottom. The jar wasn’t very full, only making it to the first little ridge at the bottom of the jar. As he moves closer, a serious look on his face, Charlotte immediately begins shaking her head. “Phillip you better not be trying to give me money.”

Lip places the jar on the floor in front of her before taking a deep breath and sitting next to her on the bed. “No, I’m not. Or, not really. You remember how my family has the Squirrel Fund that we hide from Frank, so we can pay our bills and eat and shit.”

“Yeah,” Charlotte says softly, eyeing the jar. “I told you before I left that I think I should kick some money in if I’m gonna sleep over.”

“Yeah, over my dead fuckin’ body.” He dismisses. “This is…uh, shit this is embarrassing. I didn’t think about that part, it’s fuckin’ stupid.”

Charlotte watches as her beautiful boyfriend turns a pretty shade of pink as he stares at the floor. She slides her arm under his, intertwining their fingers and grinning when he brings his always intense blue eyes up to her face. “Go ahead, bub, I’m not laughing.”

“Shit, fuck it, okay.” he sighs. “This is the Bunny Bank.”

Charlotte’s mouth opens and closes again as she struggles to follow. “Bunny like me, Bunny?”

“Uh, yeah. I um, started to set aside money to put in this jar I fuckin’ found when you started talking to me again after that Mandy shit because, I dunno, you said we’d start hanging out and I started thinkin’ I wanted to take you to nice places. You deserve to go to nice places.”

“You,” Charlotte tilts her head to look at him better. “You started saving money to take me on dates when I was still friendzoning you?”

“Yeah?” Lip shrugs, laughing to himself softly. “I knew that I was gonna keep trying and I guess I wanted to be ready when it started working. But uh, you beat me to the first date thing, huh?” he says, smoothing his thumb over her cheek.

“You deserve to go to nice places too.” she says in a small voice, leaning into his hand.

“Well, I started putting more in there over time, and uh, you know, one day I’m gonna fill it. And we can use it on dates. Or get you a nice gift like I dunno, a purse or somethin. Or we could…” Lip looks at her intently, scanning her face. “We could save it. Put it toward, you know, future stuff.”

He damn near cringes as he waits for her to pull away. Lip fully expects for Charlotte to recoil away from him, for her to wake up the second he mentions the future and remember that she’s way too fucking good for him. Hell, he’s never even thought beyond fucking a girl for a couple months outside of Karen, and even then, what he felt was nothing like this. She was like a toxic friend that he was sexually attracted to. And even with her he didn’t plan. She was satisfied with a couple of free beers and a quick fuck in the bathroom at the school. Lip knows that shit isn’t good enough for Charlotte. And he’s learned in his time with her that he wouldn’t want her to settle for that.

He wants to be able to provide things for her, beyond a decent date once every couple of months. That’s why he started the pseudo bank and that’s why he has to lie to her so he can take this job. It’s for her.

But he knows this is fast. Just because he can see a future with her and his feelings hit him like a fucking truck doesn’t mean she feels this way. She has a nice home away from here. She’s accustomed to nice things and guys who don’t have to take a chunk of their check and save it up to give them to her months later. She should know that she can do better, laugh at his pathetic attempt at romance and walk away. Tell him she’s not some chick from the hood he can impress with a free popsicle, his quick wit and good looks.

Lip is fully prepared to backtrack what he said, saying that any mention he made of the future was a fucking joke and distracting her by eating her out or something. But he doesn’t get the chance.

He watches in awe as Charlotte reaches down her own shirt, digging in her own bra and producing what appeared to be two twenty dollar bills, folded up and warm from her skin. Manicured hands drop the money into the jar before the girl places her hand back in his, leaning in and pressing a kiss to his cheek. Charlotte nudges Lip’s arm with her own, and looks at him as if he fucking hung the moon and stars. “I like the last thing. Let’s save it. For future stuff.”

Lip doesn’t even get a chance to stop it. He doesn’t know if it's the confirmation that she sees a future with him too, now matter how long that is. Or maybe it’s the pretty way she’s staring up at him or him still reeling from the fact that she’s here. Or the fact that his pretty little prissy thing literally just produced forty dollars from her bra for them to save as a couple. Hell, he thinks it's probably all of it. But it comes out like fuckin word vomit.

“I love you.”

#oc #fiona gallagher #ian gallagher #kevin ball #lip gallagher #lip gallagher x oc #lip gallagher x reader #shameless #veronica fisher #gallagher #mickey milkovich #ian x mickey #charlotte fisher #phillip gallagher

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t00thpasteface · 5 months

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hey sorry i’m sure it’s a little dumb but how did you find a community/make mutuals on here? i swapped from twitter to here last year & haven’t been able to make friends like i did on twitter ;v; sorry if this is all silly but figured it couldn’t hurt to ask. love your art & blog !!!

as i like to say, it's like lifting an anvil: it's very simple, but that doesn't mean it's easy. as someone who's a 12+ year veteran that lurked for a couple years and remade a little while ago, really it all comes down to putting yourself out there!!! don't just sit around twiddling your thumbs and lurking. it's tough to do it without coming off as a pandering tryhard, but honestly as long as you're polite, upbeat, and posting regularly, then you're golden.

if you want a big list of wordy bullet points, here's what i've got, and i think you'll find it's pretty applicable to basically any site/community you want to get involved in:

post a lot. this is number one with a fucking bullet! POST! POST LIKE YOUR LIFE DEPENDS ON IT. but crucially...

post GOOD STUFF. don't bash yourself in the caption/tags, don't say "sorry this is shit" or whatever, don't self-deprecate, and don't admit to posting low-effort stuff just to hit a quota. imagine it's open mic night and go crazy. this is a good site to use like a journal and a scrapbook, but if you want to actually get some traction, you need to bring something interesting to the table. of course, just being funny and nice goes a very long way.

encourage audience feedback. people LOVE to tell you about themselves and give their opinions. get them responding and make the questions and calls for engagement so interesting or fun they can't help themselves.

tag effectively. use both fandom/content tags for searches, and organizational tags for your visitors' use. the tagging system is tumblr's bread and butter, so make it work for you.

follow a lot of blogs you like. then see who they follow, and add those to the list. build a good circle of engagement and keep your finger on the pulse of the site culture for whatever niche(s) you're in... or want to get in.

reblog a lot and be funny/kind in the tags. generally leaving a lot of comments/replies to post is kind of hit-or-miss, but tags are a good harmless "inside voice" to use that doesn't clutter the post itself and yet still engages with op and people seeing the post

engage with people when they ask for engagement. things like polls, ask games, etc... scratch people's backs and they'll scratch yours. and it's just a nice thing to do regardless :)

panhandling is not always the best route. people will balk if you look desperate or openly beg for engagement, like directly asking people to reblog something or being passive-aggressive about how much engagement you are/aren't getting on something. a genuine joke about it is fun and relatable, but snarky comments just kill the vibe and scare people off.

REMEMBER THERE'S NO ALGORITHM. lurking will not put you or any of the stuff you like out there!! REBLOG POSTS! SEND ASKS! this site will NOT SPOON FEED YOU ANYTHING. like taming a wild stallion, you can make this work for you, but you have to put in the effort first.

some people will think you're annoying, and that's okay. probably not very many, but they'll be loud. this is an unavoidable part of Being Known. you can be the sweetest peach in the world but there'll still be people who just don't like peaches. don't take it to heart, and if you do happen to drop the ball or rub a few people the wrong way, don't let that keep you from trying again :)

i've enjoyed the many friends i've made on this site in the past decade-and-then-some, even though both this site and my blog are both something of a ship of theseus. here's hoping you can make it work for you and your interests, too!

#shebbz shoutz #ask

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fishing-lesbian-catgirl · 3 months

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genuine question: how can we use this website to be less annoying to others?

Glad to give my thoughts. Like I said, I’m very petty and most of this stuff probably isn’t as big a deal to most people. Anyway I’m bad at being brief so I added a readmore. Here are my personal rules:

1: Don’t add anything to the body of a post unless you have something that you really feel will add some degree of value, meaning, humor, context, or at least something to people further down the reblog chain.

This is the most important rule. Adding something to a post makes it longer, it makes it so everyone who reblogs it in the chain after you has to see it. If you have nothing to add but “wow” or “holy shit” you are lengthening the post for no reason. Those reactions can easily go in the tags.

This is also the reason I think gimmick blogs are so annoying. It’s one thing for a “heritage post” blog to reblog things related to its respective gimmick. Simply reblogging them puts that thing on their blog, so anyone looking at it or following them because they want to see “heritage posts” will see it. But they go a step further and add “X heritage post” for no real reason other than to brand the post as theirs.

When I see a post that I like that has useless additions that take up space while adding nothing I get mildly annoyed and go to the reblog of the person who reblogged it before they did just to trim the useless comments off. But if that person deactivated then I can’t trim the comment. Tumblr lets you trim to the original post without any of the additions regardless of if op is deactivated or not with the little X on the reblog menu, but only to the original post. It’s better than nothing though

This whole point is, to me, a bit of tumblr etiquette that makes it so you don’t have to see unrelated comments from someone you don’t follow just because they thought to add a pointless comment way up the chain. This definitely is petty, but if you remember how the old tumblr formatting worked, this was extremely important because each addition took up even more screen space with the line to the next persons url and squished the original post into smaller and smaller spaces. So that’s probably why I feel so strongly about it even though it doesn’t matter as much anymore.

2: The tags are mostly your free space to say what you want, BUT try and respect that OP will likely see them.

A LOT of communication done on this website is done through talking in the tags. That’s not what they were originally meant for but that doesn’t matter anymore. People will likely be looking in their notes to see tags by their mutuals.

The original poster can and will see every tag on a post, unless they delete the post or mute notifications. Mute notifications seems like it doesn’t work, but that’s because it only mutes future notifications on the post, the tags in your notes before muting will still be there regardless

This is to say that in most situations, if the op is someone like me who uses their notes to communicate with their mutuals and others in their communities, your irrelevant tags might also be there and annoy them. So use courtesy when tagging. Thankfully tumblr cuts off tags after a certain point on the notes page but still keep it in mind. I go overboard writing mini essays in the tags all the time, and while I do think that is a little annoying I do it anyway so I can’t blame people.

3: Keep blorbo tagging to a minimum if you can help it.

This is probably my most controversial stance, but blorbo tagging can be really annoying in certain circumstances.

The biggest offender to me are tagging make characters on posts about women. I don’t care that you think he’s your babygirl or whatever, I find this extremely annoying. I get it, sometimes a post fits your character really closely but the gender is wrong, but usually it doesn’t and they’re just doing this on any post even slightly related to a single aspect of a male character they care about. Often because most tumblr fandom people couldn’t be bothered to care about female characters if that was the only way to escape a saw trap alive.

There are other blorbo tag type things that annoy me, and again I’m a petty bitch, so take it with a grain of salt. But to me this one is a little personal (for lack of a better word). One of my first big posts on this blog was about wizard girls leaning in to kiss and having the brims of their hats get in the way. I didn’t mind the blorbo tagging about men that much, but they got less and less related to the post that it was annoying. The last straw before I deleted the post (back when I didn’t realize mute notifications actually worked. It might not have at the time) was a tag about their male blorbos leaning in to kiss and their belt buckles got in the way???

Idk I just find blorbo tagging in general mildly annoying and only do it when the post is an extremely perfect fit for on the characters I care about. I often block people for blorbo tagging about characters from things I dislike, I’m petty and the block button is fun for me to press, so I do that often. :)

4: NOT EVERY POST IS ABOUT YOU!!!

If you see a post that isn’t about you or your demographics or gender or whatever, you really don’t need to make it about you. That will very likely annoy op, especially because no one would have anything against you if you went and wrote your own post inspired by whatever the post in question said.

Not every post about lesbians needs to be made about gay men. Not every post about trans women needs to be made about trans men. Not every post about women needs to be made about men. And probably most important:

Not every post needs to be made about white people!

I know you might be thinking how writing something in the tags about your experience as a white person relating to what op is talking about, but I promise you they don’t want to hear it from us. They almost certainly are seeing tags from other white people because for some reason we can’t seem to see someone posting about issues of racism without having either the “I’m sorry for being white” or “white devils advocate” voices appear in our heads, just ignore it. Bite your tongue and reblog or move on for the love of god stop pestering the op.

Obviously the lesbian, trans women, and women ones are the ones I see in my notes that are annoying. But I can’t pretend I haven’t seen other white people say some really unnecessary shit in the tags / haven’t seen posts by nonwhite people who are clearly annoyed about how we always make everything about us.

Remember, you can always write your own post!

5: OP didn’t “turn off replies”

This feels like something that wouldn’t happen that often, but multiple times when I’ve made even mildly controversial takes about like video games or whatever, people will either add in a reblog or send me an ask complaining that I “turned off replies because I was afraid of hearing them disagree” usually followed by them calling me a coward. It’s very simple, I have reply settings so that people I follow and people who have followed me for at least like a week can reply, that’s it. I don’t have replies from everyone on because most people outside of those categories I don’t care about their opinions and they are annoying. If you can’t reply, that’s probably why. And if they actually did turn off replies, that’s because they don’t want replies, especially from people like the ones I just described.

6: I actually don’t have a problem with spam reblogging

This might seem backwards given my other stances on things taking up unnecessary space like useless comments, but I really don’t mind spam reblogs. I frequently do it when I see art I really like or when there’s a post that really resonates with me. Yes, it is annoying! No, I probably won’t stop. I do it so I can’t judge other people who do too. I am trying to keep it to like 5 times at most though, any more is just overkill.

7: OP is a stranger, not your friend

This one applies basically everywhere on the internet, but unless the person who made the post is someone who is like a mutual or someone that’s you’ve interacted with a lot before, they’re probably a stranger. Don’t try to be “playfully rude” or overly familiar. It’s annoying and weird and you will get blocked.

8: If you’re sending an anonymous ask, remember that OP is not going to take you in good faith most of the time

A lot of anon asks aren’t meant to be malicious, but a lot of others are. Bait, hate mail, insults, you name it, there’s a very good reason people like me assume every anon is sent in bad faith for some purpose. If you are going to send an anon ask, try to make it clear that you genuinely just want to ask a question and that you aren’t trying to trick op into saying something you can use to write a callout post against her or whatever.

You did that in this very ask thing and that’s why I’m writing out this long post instead of deleting it or letting it rot in the inbox.

9: Prev Tags etiquette / “Peer Reviewed” Tags

The usage of “prev tags” is controversial, a lot of people have different opinions on it. But with all the changes they made last year that made it harder to see the tags of the person before the person who’s reblog you are viewing, I think prev tags etiquette has changed.

My personal rules for prev tags are to copy the tags into my own tags, and then follow them up with a tag that says “<- prev tags”. Unfortunately tumblr tags convert dashes into spaces for some reason so it ends up looking like “< prev tags”. I’m stubborn and don’t want to like use an emoji arrow though. Anyway, tumblr mobile conveniently allows you to copy the tags of the person you are reblogging from surprisingly easily which I appreciate.

Unlike previous tags, which stay in the tags and don’t turn into an addition to the post, “peer reviewed” tags as they are sometimes called do get added to the post permanently for the remaining blog chain.

The unfortunate truth about this website is that some people have bad opinions on what qualifies as being meaningful enough to be cemented as an addition to the post via “peer review”. As such, the phrase “how could you leave this in the tags 🤣” has essentially become another “you sir have won the internet 🤣”

The shitty part about that is sometimes there are good and meaningful additions in the tags that are worth being added to the post as a whole. But you can add someone’s tags to a post without saying “how could you leave this in the tags”. Anyway this one is more subjective and hard to define so I hope I got my point across at least somewhat.

Anyway, there are probably a few other rules I personally follow that I’m not thinking about right now, but just follow general internet etiquette and try to keep in mind that op is a person who will likely read whatever you type, that covers most things tbh! Thanks for reading if you somehow read this far. Hope this helped! If it didn’t, oh well, I did try and warn you I’m petty and have strong opinions about things that usually don’t matter afterall

#Cordelia’s rules for blogging #anon ask #long post #long post.#we don’t stil need to add the . to make it not get filtered do we?

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coelii · 4 months

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just wanted to let you know that you're fucking gorgeous and the lesbian community is better for having you in it!!

In all seriousness thank you for this because messages like this do mean a lot even when they’re on anon :3

For context to this ask I posted some selfies last night and used #lesbian as one of the tags. Almost immediately I was reblogged with this text added:

A couple other ladies from that tag berated that person and so far no additional hate has been hurled at me so that’s pretty cool lol

It’s at like 100 reblogs or something so it’s pretty good for my big dumb face and a lot of the likes are from people I don’t recognize from the transfem community which is neat!

This may only be my own opinion, but fwiw I don’t see trans as mutually exclusive to lesbian. I’m a trans woman because when the doctor yoinked me out of my mom they looked at my penis and announced “it boy” and everyone clapped and my parents bought me all the boy things. That all changed when puberty attacked and a nagging voice inside my head started getting louder and louder that I wasn’t, in fact, a boy but a girl thank you very much. And the rest of the story plays out a lot of others and now I have the right hormones coursing through my veins.

Absolutely none of the above has anything to do with my sexuality - who I’m sexually attracted to. I’ve always been attracted to women and remain attracted to them to this day. When I came out I was working with a cis woman about my age who is a lesbian and she was the first person to call me a lesbian too. She lumped us together whenever she talked about issues concerning gay women.

Her and I had a conversation once about genitalia preference because she was single and scouring the dating pool and I was curious if she had considered ever dating a trans woman (not me to be clear - I’m happily married). She answered somewhere along the lines of “personality means a lot to me so we could totally date if we clicked but good sex is important too and I’m probably not comfortable being intimate with someone who has a penis” and you know what she’s completely valid for feeling that way. Sex is complicated and preferences are preferences no matter how shallow they might sound when said out loud. At the end of the day though, if you’re a woman attracted to other women that’s really all the qualifications you need to be a lesbian and that’s why she lumped us together all the time.

The person in the screenshot above doesn’t believe that trans women are women at all and that’s wrong. They’re welcome to find me unattractive, but they’re not welcome to insist I’m a man simply because I was cursed with a penis and they find those icky. Trans women are women, and if they find other women attractive they get to be lesbians too.

#coelii.ask #lesbian #lesbian pride #trans #trans pride

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starlit-hopes-and-dreams · 2 years

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Whump Intro

Hi, hello!

Um, I’ve been avoiding this intro bc I am a shy awkward hermit that usually just lurks and likes stuff, but that doesn’t really work on Tumblr so here I am! Plus I wanted to use Whumptober to force myself into sharing my writing and figured it might be useful to introduce myself first.

You can call me starlit, or anna, or hey you, I don’t really care lol. She/her pronouns. I love reading fantasy & fantasy romance, writing, and playing RPG video games when I have the time (usually fantasy based-are we sensing a theme here? 😂)

Before we get to more about me nonsense-

Acknowledgements!

Shout out to @i-can-even-burn-salad

For beta reading for me and then being brave enough to share her stories with me. And for sucking me into Tumbler lol. And for talking to me all the time and making me laugh. And for being such a great person. <3

I love her writing and stories so much. Please, please, check her writing out. It's worth it, I promise! Bring tissues though!!

Best internet friend ever trophy, where is it? I need to send it… oh, there it is. Here you go, Elli! 🏆🎉💜

I haven't had the opportunity to check out many other blogs yet, bc someone has such an extensive back catalog 👀 😂 but tagged below is the one I have read. I devoured Traces in one day because it was so good. Highly recommend!

Traces by @whumping-in-the-wings - Thanks for writing such a great story! Can't wait to see what happens next :)

(Obligatory disclaimer: heed the warnings. They are well-tagged.)

I've got my eye on several other blogs once I have a little more time. Hope ya'll like spam likes/reblogs/comments, bc I'm a bit enthusiastic 😂

Ok, back to me, I suppose. Under the cut 🤣

I tend to use emojis excessively, but don’t expect me to know the meaning of them beyond face-value expressions. I shamelessly claim elder millennial status as an excuse (which means I’m 18+, obviously).

I’m audhd (combo autistic/adhd), but I didn’t find that out until earlier this year, so I’m still very used to tiptoeing around people and holding myself back out of self-preservation. Working on that though, bc I’m tired of that shit.

Erm, also… fuck is my favorite word. If you don’t like foul language, I might not be a great fit for you.

I joined Tumblr about a month ago, so I am still learning and ask for your patience. (I will probably be learning for quite some time, tbh) If I’m doing something wrong, please let me know so I can fix it.

Asks are welcome, although not sure what you would ask me lol. With asks, keep in mind that I’m literal as fuck and context is everything :D

As is fairly common from what I’ve seen in this community, I’ve daydreamed whump for as long as I can remember, and it’s nice to:

1. know what to call it 🥲

2. find someplace where I don’t feel weird about getting it out of my head and putting it on digital paper. Well, not quite as weird haha.

I’m super nervous to post on here, but that’s what I’m here for, so… deep breaths 😶

Likes:

*Fantasy whump

Magic w/ consequences

Captivity

Torture/punishments

Restraints

Dub/non-con

Emotional whump/angst

Defiant whumpee

Breaking whumpee to the point of hopeless despair before building them back up again

Revenge against whumper

Creepy/intimate whumper

Named characters

Recovery arcs, bonus points for romance <3

Eventual Happy endings after copious amounts of suffering

I write what I like, btw. I have written explicit romance previously, but I’m not sure if I will here.

I will try to be diligent with my warnings, but as those are new for me as well, I may miss some. Please let me know if I do and I will fix it! (within reason, don't ask me to tag something like sadness. that's a typical emotion. extremes like depression, yes. sadness, no.)

* Disclaimer: I will only ever write fantasy. I prefer to read fantasy as well, but I have made exceptions when I get the tropes I want :D

Squicks:

I’m willing to try most anything once.

In general though, I tend to avoid cannibalism, major character death, hard-core conditioning, whumper redemptions, bad caretakers

I’m excited to join the community here and looking forward to participating in Whumptober! I have no idea how well I’ll keep up since I only decided to write for it 3 days before the event, but I’m willing to try 😅

Even if I can’t keep up during October's events, I do plan to finish the storyline and there will be a happy end :D

Fuck, this got long. Sorry!!!

See you all around! 💜

#whump intro #whump introduction #whump writing #whumpblr #whump #whump community #Nice to meet you all!#I can't believe I'm actually posting this and committing myself to something 😶#this is a rarity lol #don't ask me how long it took to actually click the post button #also don't ask how many times I read my own intro 😅

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Greetings, you can call me Eve or Sinnoh. I’ve grown used to both, honestly. I’m a pokeball crafter and I specialize in the Hisuian style of crafting, not the Johtoian style, if that means anything to you. I also do woodcarving as a fun side thing. Usually little statuettes and things.

My team is as follows: Hibana, my Hisuian Arcanine, the light of my life, my partner since I was five. ♀ Malice, my Hisuian Zoroark, my self-appointed guardian. ♀ Foxglove, my Sneasler, my fashion consultant and self-appointed brother. ♂ Cedar, my Hisuian Electrode, resident young lord. ♂

Yes, I only have four Pokemon, no, I have no current plans to get more. Yes, this suits me just fine. No, I will not engage in a competitive or ranked battle, despite how you may bait me. Yes, I will make pokeballs on commission.

Pelipper Mail/Unmail/Malice: On Musharna Mail/Malice: On Magic Anons: Off Sentient/Sapient Pokemon: Allowed Legendaries/Mythicals: Allowed

//ooc beneath read more

heyyy it’s me @/anxiousazure back at it again with another pokemon irl blog because i lack self control!! i also run @/kitakami-zorua-kin @/kitakami-specter and @/unovan-artist (though it is inactive due to lack of inspiration). you can call me azure i use. so many pronouns. honestly as long as it’s not she i’m probably fine with it. check my main blog for more details i guess. uhhh alright mod is an adult eve is a minor (i place them at like 16ish?). use your good judgement and all, anything i deem as inappropriate will get deleted (also i’m asexual, so uh. yeahhh. don’t feel like seeing any of that stuff tbh). i mod have really bad social anxiety so if i havent answered or interacted. i am simply scared. i am very easily intimidated and my brain will continuously go "but what if there's an unspoken Rule you're breaking" and paralyze me.

fair warning! eve’s lore will shift into some darker topics, including but not limited to wilderness survival, near death, near death of pokemon, and the trauma resulting from that. (what, you thought i made a normal oc? extremely loud incorrect buzzer) (eve got hisui'd temporarily as a young child (not at the protagonist. just. wrong place wrong time). space-time distortions are fun :3)

i'll use #eve lore as a general tag when rehashing backstory stuff. #eve posts is the normal, #eve answers is for answering asks, #eve reblogs is for reblogs, #ask eve for ask games. etc etc.

uhhh. eve straight up collapsed during their last ranked battle under Kieran's Championship and has decided to take a step back from competitive battling as a result, though they've yet to officially withdraw from the League Club. feel free to poke at that some more.

anyways the pfp picrew again (same one as russet) is here. eve actually wears the bb tracksuit with a galaxy survery corps uniform top over it. yes there are always bandages on their hands and arms (no it is not self harm- i don't. i don't mess with that). yes i encourage you to poke at it. yes they will lie about it at first.

#pkmn irl #rotomblr #introductory post #blog info

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dylanndr · 2 years

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Why yes, reblog tag commenter, I do indeed have opinions about that one Izzy/Lucius photo.

TL;DR: it's a hot photo, it's not canon AFAIK (and for good reason), but you can massage it until it's in a plausible shape if you are so inclined

It was taken by OFMD set photographer Aaron Epstein, who shared it on his socials. I'm assuming this is from an unused take from the beginning of episode 10, where Izzy is telling Lucius to go see Blackbeard, and not to speak of what he witnesses on pain of death. But it could possibly be from some other deleted scene, or it could just a moment of Con O'Neill and Nathan Foad goofing off between takes. Both Con and Nathan got a bit horny on main about the picture (to be sure, "horny on main" appears to be Con's default state, but I digress). Given how much improv and "yes, and" drive the show, we can assume there's at least some willingness on the part of the actors to explore this dynamic further.

But, as much as I love the shit out of this image, I agree with others who have said that this was the wrong vibe for Izzy and Lucius, from what we know of their canonical behavior thus far. For me, one of the biggest issues is that, as furious as he might get, Izzy has never actually attempted any kind of physical violence against Lucius, and I think it was a very good call not to go there.

Izzy has pushed Stede around and stabbed him in the guts, he's pulled Fang's beard, he's shoved and smacked Black Pete. But, in his confrontations with Edward and Lucius, he stops it at shouting. While he doesn't have a formal sub/dom relationship with either of them, Izzy's instinctual behavior towards them says touching them aggressively is off limits. The only time Izzy initiates physical contact with Lucius is when he grabs Lucius by the arm to pull him into a private conversation at the beginning of episode 10. It's not done in a threatening manner, and Lucius isn't frightened or intimidated by it.

For Lucius's part, we know he likes tough guys with soft, chewy centers. We don't know what precisely he does with them sexually, apart from moaning about it loud enough for the whole ship to hear, but that's his type. Pete and Fang, though, are never anything but sweet and gentle with Lucius. Izzy definitely has the look Lucius is weak for, but sweet and gentle are nowhere to be found (YET?).

Whatever soft, chewy center Izzy has (and I do think he has one) is currently locked in a fortress that's only accessible via a narrow, creaky bridge that spans a moat of lava. I would argue Lucius has breached at least some of the outer defenses, given how radically different Izzy treats Lucius in episode 10 vs. episode 5, but I don't think Lucius is at a point of feeling safe with Izzy, and that's very probably a dealbreaker.

So this photo doesn't quite fit with how these characters behave in current canon. But let's say we really want this photo to be legit because we appreciate the, um, artistic merits of it. How might that work?

You could sum up the relative bottomish tendencies of these two like so:

Lucius: I want a guy who could break me in half, and then doesn't Izzy: I want a guy who could break me in half, and then does

Here's an interesting thing about that photo (reading it as the characters interacting as opposed to the actors messing around). As much as Izzy appears to be the aggressor here, his hold on Lucius's hair looks to be a stage grip. Right at this moment my hair happens to be about the same length as Lucius's in that photo, and I cannot get a hold at that spot where my fingers don't slide off immediately, even with an actual grip instead of a fake one. If Izzy wanted to drag Lucius by the hair in earnest, he'd need to grab on at the top. This means Lucius can get out of that position quickly and painlessly if he wants to, so we could interpret this as Lucius choosing to be in this situation, perhaps playing out a previously negotiated scene.

Izzy's grasp of consent is shaky at best, and for sure his horniest scenes with Edward/Blackbeard are not negotiated even a little bit, but also Bratty Sub Izzy lays down some sabotage when he genuinely doesn't want to do something Edward tells him to do. So formalizing the proceedings is more about Lucius's comfort zone, I think. He would need to feel safe negotiating this kind of play with Izzy, and be assured that Izzy is also into it, because that's the kind of person Lucius is.

One way I could see this coming together is that Lucius breaks Izzy in half emotionally (hey, there's a soft, chewy center in here), and in the process of doing so gets to a place where he does indeed feel safe around Izzy. Izzy gets positively ecstatic about making sure Lucius is content, and then Lucius is like, "here's how I want it."

Being ordered to do this by someone he's into, for a scenario he's into, and being told exactly what he's supposed to do so he doesn't have to make decisions or engage in awkward social guesswork, might be the best way to get Izzy on board with topping like this.

Anyhow, that’s a lot of words for a photo about which we have almost no context, but that’s my read of it based on what we currently know.

#our flag means death #izzy x lucius #ofmd meta #Con O'Neill #Nathan Foad #Aaron Epstein #ofmd spoilers #that one photo of izzy and lucius #you know the one #I am not capable of writing short posts about this show apparently

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ilikecheeseandchocolatee · 6 months

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Yet another vent post. Do not read if not in the right mental space. In fact I advise not reading at all I just need to get this out of my head and my notes app is too sacred for this shit

Recently read a post by cryptotheism about Hindutva. I’m a Hindu, by birth and also by choice. I agree with a lot of stuff in it, and question a lot of stuff in it. I know by now that there is nothing on the internet that I can trust immediately.

My dad is probably a more religious guy than me and a lot of my knowledge of the religion comes from him and his readings of actual Hindu scriptures. I like the fact that he can quote the scriptures for me (I can’t read them myself) because it’s not just things he’s making up or misremembering, it’s things that are actually the real thing. And in this way, Hindutva has always been the word that is the name of the religion. Like Christianity, Judaism, Islam. It’s just a name for the religion. I’m a Hindu. I follow Hindutva.

And reading cryptotheism’s post was like a punch to the ribs because “radical Hindu nationalist movement” doesn’t mean anything close to the name of the Hindu religion.

Tomorrow I will do some digging. But tonight I just looked at the Wikipedia page for Hindutva. And some linked pages.

I LIVE in india. I have lived in MANY places in india. When I haven’t been in india, I’ve been pining to be in India because England never treats me like I belong on this earth. And because of that pining I try my best to find ways to connect to India, to know things about what’s going on, so I don’t feel too far away from home.

There’s a subsection on the page titled “Hindutva violence”. Already those two words don’t go together in my brain chemistry but I know that my parents and friends aren’t infallible so I read it. Maybe it’s just that it’s 1am and I’m barely functioning but. The content was just on the ban of cow slaughter. I couldn’t see the parts about the violence. I’ll check again tomorrow when I’m awake but. If it really just is about the ban against cow slaughter, how is that violence.

I already know there’s a lot of anti-Indian propaganda that I highly doubt literally anyone is aware of, even Indians living in the UK. My own friends and teachers were horrified when I informed them I’m moving back here, which confounded me because I have been ecstatic. Then I’m told what BBC portrays India as. And I can see why they’re scared for me. We were given an assembly on the Ramayan in school in the UK and it was the most horrendous rendition I’ve ever seen of the story and it was - surprise surprise - by the BBC. It was like someone had skimmed through a child version of it, not thought of it for years, recalled it as a fantasy book and rewrote it filling in the gaps with their own imagination. At the end of the assembly people in my form were LITERALLY saying “well that was fucking unbearable” BABES SAME HERE BUT FOR DIFFERENT REASONS.

My dad would probably call himself islamophobic but the thing is he literally isn’t. I have plenty of Muslim friends and he 100% does not have a problem with it. He treats them like he treats any of my friends. When he says people would call him islamophobic is when he’s talking about events such as the thing with the Kashmiri Pandits and things. I genuinely do not see how that is islamophobic it is just antiterrorism and anti-massacre-people-because-you-don’t-like-them. He’s the same way with the British colonialists in India 100 years ago. He has plenty of English friends. He does not hate them. He hates the things those colonists inflicted upon so many Indians. Not just Hindus, ALL Indians were affected.

I am perfectly open to discovering that something I thought about my religion is wrong or something I thought about the history of my country is wrong, but all I ask for is the proof for it.

On one of the reblogs of something cryptotheism reblogged on the radical religion stuff was a person with the tags going something like “btw Hindutva is bad. If you see someone on here with an Indian flag in their bio or profile, beware” which. What. Genuinely what. I don’t know how to express just how bamboozled I am by a take like that and I can’t even begin explaining to myself why I have a problem with it. A country’s flag in someone’s bio. Are you fucking kidding me right now.

It’s 2am now maybe I’m just not functioning properly so I’ll look at this again tomorrow morning and see if I’m missing something because I really feel like I’m missing something here. There’s gotta be something I’m not seeing if people are this invigorated against having an Indian flag in your bio. Because if not, seriously, what sort of media are people consuming. It’s depressing. Here I am with my little family and few friends trying to live in the only country that ever treated me like I have the right to exist. There in the distance I hear the local mosque saying their daily prayers on loudspeaker for everyone within a 5 mile radius to hear. So fine with that. But it’s a problem if I want to go to a fucking temple because apparently I need to pay for that privilege.

#tw vent #genuinely don’t read this if you’re going to take my nighttime ramblings seriously #i dont even know if I made much sense and I don’t want to be attacked for saying the wrong thing

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Just keep breathing chapter 4~

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Ot8 x FemReader

Doctor/Greys anatomy AU

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TRIGGER WARNINGS: Hospitals, talks of sex and stds, surgery, trauma , childhood illness, death, medical environment, details of body parts(genitalia)and swearing.

I am in no way a doctor or a medical professional, I am mostly going off my own experiences and greys anatomy!

You can’t do this!

“Seriously dude?..” I say my nose scrunching up in disgust as I keep eyes glued to the ground in fear of my face turning bright red after having to look the perpetrator in the eye.

“I…I mean you could’ve knocked” the man shrugs nonchalantly as he fixes his white coat.

“And you could’ve locked the door Yang jeongin! How was I meant to know you were in there! I thought you were meant to be helping Chan with a ground breaking neuro surgery…not screwing the nurses…” I say finally looking up at the younger boy who’s face is now slowly turning red from all the eyes on him, suddenly a low chuckle comes from behind me and jeongins eyes go wide with fear.

“Well doctor L/N… I was just coming up here to ask if you’d seen Doctor Yang but looks like I’ve answered my own question “ Chan says coming up behind me a disapproving look on his face as he stares down jeongin who looks like he’s going to piss himself at the sight. Upon first glance at Chan most people wouldn’t notice anything wrong, he looks as well put together as he normally does but looking at him closely the bags under his eyes tell me he hasn’t slept in a day or two and his hair looks slightly messy probably from him running his hands through his hair every five minutes in stress. This case must be getting too him, I haven’t seen him this bad in a while.

“Jeong…Doctor Yang you’re off my case and my service.”

“YOU CANT DO THAT!! You’ve been working me like a dog for days! I know the case inside and out! You can’t just kick me off!!”My go wide at jeongin raising his voice to the cheif of neuro , I see anger flash through both men’s eyes…ohh this isn’t good.

I slowly start to put myself between the two men, I laugh to myself like I’d be able to actually stop either of these two if things got heated but hey it’s worth a shot right?

“Come on guys, let’s take this somewhere that isn’t the hallway “ I say putting on my sweetest smile hoping it’ll do some convincing that my words won’t.

“There’s nothing else to be said, doctor yang obviously had more important matters than the case he was assigned so therefore he’s no longer on it” chan says bluntly shrugging his shoulders while looking jeongin in the eye the whole time before turning to look at me, his face softening slightly .

“Sorry for causing a scene y/n-ah I know you don’t like it” chan says lowly ruffling my hair before turning his back walking away.

“Chris…chan wait!!!” I walk quickly to catch up to him , grabbing the sleeve of his white coat.

“Y/N I really don’t have the time”

“Come on Chan…you know jeongin isn’t a bad kid! Give him a chance…he’s one of the best residents we’ve got, you’d be stupid to pass up having him in the OR with you. As much as I’d love to steal him off you right now for my service,we both know he’s been working his ass off on your case and let’s be real do you have time to brief a whole ass new resident by the time of your surgery?” I say raising an eyebrow looking up at the slightly taller man.

“Yes he screwed up…but we all have! We all still do!. So please don’t kick him off your case” I don’t know why I’m pleading with Chan to put jeongin back on his case but I guess I sorta feel responsible for jeongin getting caught even not locking the on call room was his fault!

“Y/N I can’t afford to have someone who’s head isn’t in the game on this surgery and him going off to fuck some nurse while I sent him to go get labs and some more scans just proves his head isn’t in it. I completely get what you’re saying he’s a good kid, he’s incredibly skilled but he’s got to learn that actions have consequences and if I let this slide it’s going to look like I play favourites more than it already does! Now I’m sorry but no he’s off the case. End of story now drop it! “ chan says looking me in the eye, there’s no emotion behind his words other than stress and maybe a hint of disappointment.

“You ever think he went off to do that to relieve some stress? Like the kid said you’ve been working him like a dog and…”

“Y/N I SAID DROP IT!” Chan shouts causing both our eyes to blow wide in shock of him raising his voice .

I just nod at Chan before letting go of his white coat and watching him walk off. I start walking back to the on call room where I see minho lead a red faced jeongin inside, I follow both the men inside and lock the door behind me .

“Innie breathe…” I hear minho say warningly to young doctor

“ he can’t do this! He can’t! “ jeongin exclaims as he runs his hands through his hair.

“He’s head of neuro…he sorta can” Minho says rubbing jeongins back.

“If you…if you had just knocked and not made a scene!! Then none of this would have happened! “ jeongin shouts at me, turning his body towards line raising his arms up in frustration. My body acts on instinct and flinches at the taller boys actions and my eyes start to water slightly. I quickly shoot my head down so that neither of the boys can see but I have a feeling I’m a little too late.

“Hey hey! Listen to me hotshot! “ Minho grabs the younger boy by the shoulders.

“ none of this is her fault, he probably would’ve found out anyway since no one in this damn place can have any privacy , if Y/N hadn’t found you then someone else would have because you didn’t lock the door! You need to learn that just because we’ve known you for as long as we have we can’t play favourites dude! This is a teaching hospital! If you’d have thought with your brain instead of your dick you might’ve realised how much of bad idea that was. You’re starting to act like changbin and that’s not a good thing”

Jeongins face quickly switches from anger to remorse quickly as he takes in the elders words slowly nodding his head along with what minho is saying.

“I’m sorry…I..I just really wanted to be part of that surgery”

“We know innie, we would be hypocrites if we said we didn’t want to do what you just did during our residency “ I say walking up to him , wrapping him in a hug which he quickly returns burying his face in the crook of my neck as he bends his knees to accommodate the height difference. I rub my hands up and down his back to try help soothe the boy.

“Who was it anyway?” Minho says looking at jeongin

“A gentleman never kisses and tells”

“A gentlemen also remembers to lock the door so spill innie “ minho laughs as jeongin burrows his head deeper into my neck in embarrassment

I laugh and shake my head at both the boys , sliding my hands into jeongins hair the play with the back of it while he hides his face away from minho who’s cackling to himself now.

“Minho stop bullying the resident! And as much as I love the both of you …out! I want to nap before my surgeries! “ I say pulling away from the embrace and walking over to the door unlocking and gesturing both the men to leave .

“Rude” I hear both of them mutter before the leave the on call room, I quickly make my way over to one of the beds, setting a alarm on my phone before laying down completely. It doesn’t take long for my eyes to shut and the world to fade away.

Changbins pov ~

As I finish with my last physio therapy patient of the day, I smile wiping the sweat off my forehead after lifting the patient back into their wheelchair.

“You did great Bo ! I think you’ll only need a couple more sessions before we start on the sports rehab “

“That’s what you said the last time!” Bokuto whines a pout forming on his lips, you wouldn’t think this guy is one of the best volleyball players in Japan , he acts like a big kid most of the time. The guys built like a tank too…so this physio process has to be done right to avoid anything worse happening that could end his career.

“Bo like I said before, we don’t want to risk you not being able to play anymore! I think your team and the hospital would kill me if I put a world class athlete out of a job” I laugh slightly at the giant man pouting and push his wheelchair towards the door and signal for a nurse to come collect the giant man.

“I’ll see you on Thursday Bo okay?” The man nods before he’s wheeled away , i start cleaning up physio room , wiping down the equipment and putting everything away when my phone pings. It’s a text from jeongin…weird I thought he was with Chan today?

Now I’m really confused! But i resident would be helpful for my exfix in a few hours , just as I’m about to type out my message Felix Beats me too it.

That little! I groan as I put away the last of the equipment before checking the time on my phone . I’ve got a few hours before kihyuns surgery is due to start so I think I’ll go round on my post ops. I walk to the attending lounge where I grab a fresh pair of scrubs and head towards bathroom to have a quick shower. I lock the bathroom door behind me and turn on the shower waiting for it to heat up before I strip off my dirty scrubs and step under the streaming water. I start to wash my body and just as I’m about to rinse out my hair my phone pings loudly, I ignore it momentarily as I shake my hair out slightly getting rid as any suds as I can before my phone starts to ping again and again and again.

Oh no… I quickly turn off the shower and don’t even dry my body properly as I shake like a dog coming out of the water getting changed into the fresh scrubs and I quickly check my phone only having to see the numbers 911 and one of my post ops names next to it before I take off running down the halls.

“shit shit shit!!! Todays not my day!! “ I breathe a I run to my patients room where the nurses and interns are performing CPR on my patient!

“WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED!” I shout out of breath from running and from panic.

Y/N POV ~

“Y/N…Y/N come on wake up sleepy head” i start to wake up to someone slightly shaking my shoulder and a soft voice calling my name . The shaking gets a little more violent as I refuse to move burrowing myself into the pillow more.

“You better have a good reason for this yunho or I’m going to kick your lanky ass” I mumble into the pillow face first .

“As cute at that threat is Y/N you need to get up” yunho chuckles as I sit up rubbing my eyes slightly

“ it wasn’t a threat…it was a promise . So spill why have you woke me up? “ I wink at yunho fixing my hair slightly as I yawn.

“Kihyuns surgery has been pushed to Tomorrow, one of Changbin’s patients had some unforeseen complications and has had to be rushed back into surgery they don’t know how long they’re gonna be” I pick the pillow i was just sleeping on up and bring it to my face screaming into slightly before pulling it away and looking at Yunhos face .

“Does the family know?” I say although I already know the answer from the way his face shifts uncomfortably, I roll my eyes and get up from the bed , my feet meeting the cool floor of the on call room. I walk over to a mirror to fix my bed head and straighten out my white coat and sit on the edge of my bed putting on my shoes.

“Thank you for letting me know , I’ll go inform them now. Keep my posted on Bins surgery though…please “ yunho nods waving his phone at me before walking out of the room .

Even though I’m not on his biggest fan ,I know this will hit him hard. I wasn’t joking when I said Changbin is one of the best in his field he rarely has post op problems so this is going to be a major blow to his ego. As much as I’d normally love seeing the mans ego be taken down a peg or two, but not like this…he deserves to have a big head, he’s good at what he does and there’s no denying that.

Once I’ve sorted out my appearance I step out of the room and start making my way to kihyuns room, as I do I look through one of the windows I’m passing to see jisoo in the room next door to kihyun. I giggle to myself at the irony of my two surgeries being next to eachother and quickly wave as I catch jisoos moms eyes following me . I pop my head into the room smiling.

“Settling in?” I giggle at jisoo who looks very content in her Bluey pajamas as the same show plays on one of her parents phones a small nod coming from the girl.

“I’ll be back soon after ive talked to the patient next door and finished getting prepped for the surgery . I’ll see you soon jisoo “ I smile and quickly remove my head from the doorway and walk to the next room that happens to be kihyuns.

“How are you feeling bud?” I put on my best smile for kihyun who briefly looks up from whatever he was playing on his phone giving me a nod before turning his attention back to his game.

His mom laughs slightly at her sons actions her body language a lot more relaxed than when I last saw her.

“I’m sorry doctor, he’s been stuck in that game for a hour now.”

I shake my head while giggling at kihyuns mothers words letting her know it’s okay , I quickly check his morphine drip and note mentally to tell the nurses that it will need refilling in a hour or two especially since his surgery has been postponed. Now to the tricky part telling a parent isn’t getting the surgery they need today.

“I’ve got some bad news, Doctor Seos been rushed into a emergency surgery so he won’t be able to do your surgery today kihyun. We will do it tomorrow! I promise but In the mean time ,I’ll make sure the nurses keep you comfortable though and just press your call button if you need anything. I’m so sorry” I bow at kihyun and his mother who I now know is called somin from reading over kihyuns chart.

“It’s all good”kihyun doesn’t look up from his game.

“No…No it’s not all good baby! Couldn’t another surgeon do it?! Surely you guys have other orthopaedics surgeons! “ Somin exclaims

“Mom chill out… it’s fine! Doctor seo can’t help being rushed into surgery and like Doctor L/N said he’s the best!. Don’t you want me to have best!” Kihyun exclaims throwing his phone down

“One of the best ,we do have other surgeons who could preform the surgery all who are excellent in their field but they all have their own patients and I cant say even if we changed surgeons the surgery would go ahead today” I butt in quickly

Somin just nods and looks down at her feet.

“I’m sorry for my outburst “ bowing her head slightly she walks over to her son and ruffles his hair slightly before kissing his head .

“No no please don’t apologise! I completely understand it’s scary having a child in the hospital and you just want them to get better quickly! Please don’t apologise “ I say frantically slightly waving my hands in panic.

“I’m really sorry I’ve got to go guys, I’ve got a surgery to prep for but like I said if you need anything just ring the call button and nurse will be in” I smile softly before heading towards the door and leaving , I quickly tap donghyuck/haechan one of our peads nurses and ask him to keep an eye on kihyun for me and monitor his pain meds to which he just smiles and nods at me placing a small tap on my head.

“Sure thing short stack”

I grumble at the nickname and poke him in the waist which makes him come out with a high pitched squeak. The noise draws the attention of a few other staff on the floor and Haechans face turns a satisfying shade of pink.

“Now now no need to violent geeez it’s always the short ones” before I can get a swipe at the nurse again he quickly goes into Kihyuns room to introduce himself.

I start to walk my way around the floor rounding on my patients making sure everyone’s comfortable as they can be and discharging a few who’s progress I’m happy with as I’m about to my way back to the on call room where I was previously napping before I was rudely interrupted.

I remember I should probably text Hyunjin and him which closing suture he thinks will better to not leave a nasty scar on jisoo. not that I’m not confident in my skills , it’s just he’s always been neater at these sort of things than me, anytime he closed a patient it hardly ever leaves a scar after it’s healed up. It’s why Sehun snatched him up quickly to be his fellow, I think he saw a lot of himself in Hyunjin or that’s at least what the chief says. I’m an attending I’ve done plenty of these surgeries! I don’t need hyunjin…I put my phone away deciding against texting him. Plus it’s his day off…he’ll probably just give me a sarcastic answer and I’m not in the mood for that today .

My phone buzzes bringing me out of my day dream once again, I pull it out and see a text from Seungmin.

I giggle at my own responses.He must really want something if he’s saying please, I start making my way towards the stairs deciding I’ve taken the elevator too much today . On my way to the stairs I pass the nurses station putting my iPad down onto the docking station, I notice a certain someone as stand up straight I make my way over to them as they have their back turned to me.

I stalk over to the person , I motion my finger to my lips so the nurse infront conversing with my target knowing not to let them know of my presence.

”BOO!” I shout and I stand on my tiptoes to press my hands on their shoulders in a jolting motion. A high pitched scream rips from the haechans throat as he spins around to face me his hand clutched over his chest. His high pitched scream causing attention on the floor to be on him once again.

“That’s for the short comment” I say laughing,my eyes start watering, I clutch my stomach with my right hand and wipe my tears with my left. Haechan does not look impressed with prank.I start to walk away winking and blowing a kiss at haechan before pushing the door to the staircase open.

I start making my way down the stairs, humming this new pop song that’s one of the teenagers on the floor hasn’t stopped listen too since she’d been admitted , the cardio floor is only a couple floors down from peads so it doesn’t take me long to arrive onto the floor pushing the door open I start looking around on the floor for the sign for the on call room seungmin said to meet him in. I don’t really come down here much not since being an resident at least. As I walk down the hallway I smile and bow politely at the head of cardio Doyoung who smiles back before turning back to his nurse. I finally finding the on call room seungmin said to meet him here only to see it’s empty.

Soon enough seungmin comes into the on call room, blood on his scrubs and hair dishevelled . I giggle as I take in his appearance but the giggle quickly goes away as he locks the door behind him.

“Promise me you won’t laugh” he says with a stern face.

“Minnie you’re scaring me , what’s wrong? “ I say a look of worry painting itself across my face as I step forward to seungmin.

“y/n swear to god you will not laugh”

“Okay okay I promise!, now tell me what’s wrong!” I say waving my hands up on the air in protest

“I think I’ve got an std…I need you to take a look” sengmins face going completely red now.

“WHAT! Why me?!?!” I say my eyes going wide and a small laugh leaves my throat which causes seungmin to glare at me

“Because well I didn’t know who to ask! And well the others will laugh! ” seungmin says now looking down at his shoes refusing to meet my eyes that’s a lie .

“…surely jisung would’ve been the better person ya know since he’s general “

“Oh yeah cause han fucking jisung wouldn’t laugh at me…please y/n I just need you to take a look because I’m not 100% sure what it is!. Surely you seen teenagers with these all the time!” Seungmin pleads looking me in the eye this time.

“You owe be big time…but I’m going to need gloves “ I say going to door unlocking it before stepping out to find the cardio supply closet, which I find relatively quickly I grab a pair of my sizes gloves from the glove draw stuffing them in my pocket before exiting the closet. I look around quickly checking no one saw me before going back into the on call room where seungmin is anxious standing against the wall.

“Well drop your pants Kim” I say putting on the gloves, a groan leaving seungmin as he hooks his fingers in the waist band of his scrub trousers and boxers pulling them down his face turning bright red.

“I have no idea how you became a doctor”

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