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paintedkinzy-88 · 8 months

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I wrote this for you:

"HGRRRRAAAAH!!!"

"MWEEEEHEHEHE!"

Magic flew through to air a bone and axe collided, two figures colliding in battle with wide grins in their faces. Alphys let out a bark of laughter as Sans managed to slip her guard, giving the tiniest of scratches on her scaled arm with a dull bone, blue wings fluttering in victory. Kid was getting good, although he still hesitated in his attacks. Sans was tough as hell when motivated to be, she'd be the first to admit it, but the kid I'd just too... soft. A low Stat monster with the tendency of being far too kind and naive for his own good qould never make it in the guard.

Which is what made this day so difficult. Alphys doesn't know why, but Papyrus had suddenly changed, seemingly overnight. Where before the taller skeleton used to keep a socket on Sans as if HE were the elder of the two and only really left the guy alone when he was with Alphys, nowadays the two skeletons were seen apart more and more often. On top of that, Sans himself was acting pretty weird!

He's been off with "friends" more often, friends she'd never even met and knows nothing about! She asked Undyne if she knew what friends Sans was visiting, out of concern for the guy of course. But even with her security and servaillance network, Alphys has only ever seen Sans hanging out with the kids in Snowdin or with that weird dog-cat thing whenever he wasn't with his brother or Alphys herself. Nine of which match the descriptions or times that Sans was supposedly hanging out with them.

Not only that, but Sans has started holding back in training.

It's not noticeable to anyone else, but Alphys is a born and bred warrior to the core! She didn't make Captain of the Royal Guard by just throwing her weight around, temper aside, she knows fighting and how to think during a fight. She knows it very well, and she can tell when someone isn't fighting to their full potential or is holding out on her. Sans never really met his full potential before, kid had the potential to be tough as hell, but he was never really aware of that before.

The Sans she is fighting now is fighting with the air of someone who KNOWS they're capable of so much more and is actively trying to appear weaker. As if he wants to keep things at the standstill, like his brother. And that sort of thing just pisses her off!

"Enough!" Alphys barked, grinding her fangs together. Sans blinked before retracting the bone attack he'd summoned, panting. Fake panting at that!

"Wowie! What a workout, Alphys! You sure worked me harder than usual, is that why we're ending things earlier?"

Alphys had barely put more effort than usual into their usual spars, trying to gauge if she was just crazy or not.

"Sans, what's goin' on!?" The lizard grunted, twitching her wings irritably, feathers bristling.

"Wh-what do you mean?"

"What I mean, Sans, is that there's something up with you!" Alphys growled, "You've been acting WEIRD!"

Sans' eyesockets widened, the lights dimming a bit in a mix of shock, fear, guilt, and confusion. That confirmed it for Alphys, Sans was hiding something!

"I-I don't know what you mean! I'm me, the Magnificent San-"

"I KNOW you're hiding something, Sans!" Alphys interrupted him, reaching over to poke his sternum with a sharp claw, "You've been holding back on me, are off to who knows where with who knows where most days, and nobody knows where you go or what you're doing until you show up the next day acting like nothing happened! Do you think I'm stupid!?"

"I-I'm not, I don't think you're-"

"Then why is there a burn mark on your armor? And don't say it was cooking, I know the difference between a magic burn and a passionate cooking session!"

Sans froze, eyesight following Alphys' to his shoulder where, hidden under his scarf, the edges of a blaster burn peaked out.

"O-oh..." Sans squeaked out, wings drooping until they were parallel to the ground, "That's... um..."

Alphys gave him a cold glare before letting out a sigh, her own feathers drooping a bit as she pinched the bridge of her snout,

"I don't mean to be so hard on you. You're like, my best friend. But Sans, if you're getting into fights... if what you and your mystery friends are doing is dangerous... I need to know!"

AHHHHAHHDBDJSNNVDHNS?????

Am eying this so hard right now???

Like this is so well written omg! I love that it’s in Alphys’ perspective, too! We get all these little details like Paps suddenly being less protective “seemingly overnight,” and Sans just trying his best to keep up a facade of semi-incompetence. Just fhsjfbjsbfj I love it so much omg—

#I was so floored when I checked notifs and saw such a BIG ask #for the best reasons cuz omg you wrote me something ima cry—#thank you so much!!#this is so COOL ｡：ﾟ(｡ﾉω＼｡)ﾟ･｡#asks #undertale #undertale multiverse #not my writing #blue sans #swap sans #swap!sans #underswap #underswap sans #underswap alphys #swap alphys

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idiaa-shroxd · 9 months

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Your cat cafe au is so much fun and so soft I adore it but hearing that Malleus and Leona's cats are friends is so funny to me and spawned the worst idea XD Prefect: Leona, Nebula is pregnant Leona: ...By who? Prefect gestures to Oatmeal and Nebula cuddling.

we share the same brain!! actually working on the cat au ask right now, but have a few irl emergencies that prevented my writing, and here’s a little bit of it! but first let me just say this is 100% my thought process if you and rook have yet to neuter the kitties. oatmeal and nebula have a romeo and juliet love story! \(//∇//)\ more under cut! this isn’t canon in the au or anything but a fun concept!!

“Nebula has never looked better, he scooped her up in one arm and held her firmly against his bicep, smug as she meowed up at him and purred loudly. He had zero hesitation to hold her while walking to his fated rival, looking him and his cat up and down before scoffing. The two proceeded to argue over who’s cat looked better wearing their dorm uniform for a bit, as the two cats seemed content in their arms without hostility to one another. - Leona Kingscholar

Malleus Draconia - As Leona argues with him half his brain has melted to this is the greatest cat. Cat precious. My firstborn is the best in this world. The other half of him smugly picks up his son in his own arm, the cat against his own bicep as he begins talking about how regal he is. Honestly, his cat is just happy to spend time with him and begins playfully nipping at him after not getting enough attention.”

anyways back to the ask!! I’d like to imagine if that actually happened then leona would freak out at malleus, while malleus is shocked he is getting his first grandchild with you already as you reiterate that is a cat, and you both are not married. he’s not listening, to you or leona. they end up being that in law family that despise one another thoroughly like my child is too good for your child but i don’t want to lose custody of my grandchild. cats tend to have multiple kitties at once so im thinking depending on the amount the may definitely mean the boys now live ay Ramshackle with the kittens, with Nebula nipping at her dad proudly showing him her babies and Oatmeal showing his dad his babies too, forcing the two men to bond despite their prominent scowls, but they avoid being too loud because you remind them kittens are sensitive to noises. (。-∀-)

they’d definitely end up trying to adopt the kittens when you graduate.. but that custody battle is a talk for a different day. on the bright side Oatmeal and Nebula finally get to stay with each other openly as they raise the kitties.

for anyone curious ( ^ω^ ) been busy these past few weeks with art fight, and my cat needed a vet emergency, still have to return to the vet later this week, but i’m also working on a r-18 birthday leona fic! friendly reminder my navigation does say mdni and you are responsible for the content on my profile that you view!♪

Σ('◉⌓◉’) actually haven’t written r-18 works for social media in a bit, but i will try my best to make the fic! if anyone does not want to view the content, please block the tag “shrouded in desire.” which i will be tagging the fic, and all r-18+ fics on my profile for those who do not want to see the content!

#questions of styx.#more on the topic of this ask!! it’s ALWAYS fine to send asks like this— and to want to talk or expand on my concepts!!#absolutely love kitty aus and my reqs. are open!! (´・ω・｀)#im happy to receive asks like this!! despite my recent business these motivate my writing \(//∇//)\#my kitty is fine but the medical emergency has just exhausted me from writing and ive been trying to adjust them to new foods and things #that aside i maybe deleted my rollo draft three times because im self conscious ( ´Д`) however will be rewriting!#im working on a leona birthday fic that should hopefully turn out good #im not too sure how good my writing for those kind of fics could be but id be happy to try my best to reward people patiently waiting for #more content!! was surprised despite my unannounced hiatus i still retained a steady follower increase- thank you!!#( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ quick reminder my nav says you’re responsible for what you read and ill try to give another warning before posting the fic and #try my best to tag the fic appropriately. thank you for understanding!!#i also had the idea to sketch and create oc siblings of like each dorm leader so also got distracted #rather than writing had this genuine thought and got possessed with the headcanon that azul should have a brother #don’t ask whether that’s a pos or neg thing but he just needs one.

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masuchu · 2 years

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CONGRATSTSTTS <3 for the event can you do 358 + fyodor?? I hope you get more followers in the future, you deserve it!

love, masu. tysm nonnie!! i appreciate it, i also hope i can gain some more in the future but i’m super happy with all of the people i’ve got :D

358, “a date at the place you first met”..

the roses of the garden were strangely familiar, even more so as the purple hues of fyodor’s hair sat gently next to them. a sense of deja vu seeped through you, why? you honestly didn’t know.

“enjoying yourself, darling?” his voice shook you out of your thoughts and you turned to see his face, a small smile resting on it.

you couldn’t help but smile back, “of course i am! this place is beautiful, and so familiar. i just can’t put my finger on why, though..”

his smile only got wider, but you chose to ignore it. it was probably another one of his sappy love schemes, he was never good at outright saying those three words, there always being something else to say it for him. whatever, you thought.

“are you sure you can’t remember?” his tone was.. unreadable. his hand intertwine with yours, squeezing slightly. he smirked as you pouted, annoyed at yourself for forgetting something so clearly obvious.

“white roses, a garden, you… i really can’t remember! hey— this isn’t funny!” he laughed as your finger pointed accusingly at him, your pout growing larger with irritation. you were stumped, what was all of this supposed to mean?!

“focus on the me part, darling. it’ll come to you.” his eyes locked with your for just a second and— it hit you! it couldn’t be, could it..? he must’ve noticed the realisation in your eyes because he spoke before you got the chance,

“i remember the day clearly, you stood out so much in the crowd. it’s funny to look back on, seeing where we are now.”

you too, remembered it clearly. he looked out of place with his white, fluffy hat and non traditional clothes. it drew you to him, how funny.

a grin found it’s way to your face, “you really are smart, huh? this place has changed so much! if it wasn’t for the white roses, i really wouldn’t have—“

before you knew it, his lips were locked with yours, his arms holding tight around your waist. it was passionate, an unfamiliar look on your usual stoic, enigmatic boyfriend. with that all said, it was a look you liked seeing. it was rare, just like a kiss this rough. he bit down lightly onto your bottom lip before pulling away completely, speaking softly,

“i’m glad you like it, love.”

#: ̗̀➛ masu’s milestones; 500 ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚#bungou stray dogs #bsd #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #fyodor bsd #bsd fyodor #fyodor x reader #fyodor dostoyevsky x reader #fyodor fluff #fyodor dostoyevsky fluff #I. LOVED. WRITING. THIS.#i’m so glad this was the first prompt i got to write (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)#💌 — sincerely me

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king-ratboy · 2 years

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Harringrove Week Day 3: Dirty Talk

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It’s been a while since Steve had a reason to talk like this. Most of the girls he had one-offs with weren’t into it, and Nancy definitely wasn’t.

To be completely honest, Steve hasn’t ever been much into it. It makes him feel a bit awkward, self-conscious, like he’s saying everything all wrong. But all it took was one night to realise that Billy went wild for it, and nowadays, anything that turns Billy on turns Steve on.

“Fuck, yeah baby, you feel so fucking good,” Steve hisses, fingers tightening around Billy’s wrists. “You love it, don’t you? Fucking whore for it. Doesn’t matter whose dick is it, does it? Such a little slut.”

Beneath him Billy writhes, arches, baring his teeth up at Steve even as he pushes back against Steve’s dick, blue eyes dark and glinting sharply.

“Jealous, Harrington?” he all but snarls, voice choking off on a hoarse moan when Steve thrusts sharply, rocking the headboard against the wall with a bang.

“Bet you’d fuck anybody,” Steve says, pistoning his hips as Billy digs his canines into his lower lip. “Suck anyone. Any nasty old trucker who dragged you into a bathroom stall. You’d let them do whatever they wanted. Make you bleed, make you choke.”

Billy groans, eyes rolling back in his head, and Steve almost falters at the sight, heart hammering against his ribs. He leans forward, pressing his lips hard to Billy’s ear.

“Would you let me watch?”

Billy’s wrists jolt under Steve’s hands, spine bowing off the mattress as he shakes apart at the seams, and Steve barely manages to press his mouth to Billy’s lips before he’s following, sinking against Billy’s heaving chest as they collapse against the sheets.

“Fuck,” Billy mutters minutes later, fingers petting through Steve’s sweaty hair and drawing circles along his back, “the mouth on you.”

#HarringroveWeek #harringrove #i'm going to peel off my skin and eat my own eyes #how the fuck do you write smut #i'm (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)#my fics #kill me #this one ain't going on AO3 i can't do it lkhrlghdf

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idkwhattoputhereidontknow · 14 hours

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Please give me some requests! ＞︿＜

I don't know how other people do this but I'm begging asking for some writing requests. I keep trying and trying but I can't really come up with anything to write about. So, pretty please with a cherry on top give me some writing stuff.

I guess I'll write about Twisted Wonderland, Obey me, Genshin Impact, and maybe some animes? I would probably enjoy the Twisted Wonderland writing the most since I've been completely addicted to it for months now. It's just so good! No inappropriate stuff though. So yeah, if you want some stranger to write things for you, please choose this stranger!

Also, sorry if I mess up some spelling, I don't really reread these little rant thingies.

#twst #Twisted Wonderland #rant post #writing requests #Please give me writing requests #I'm desperate #genshin impact #obey me #Is this actually how people ask for writing requests?#whatever I just hope it works #Oh #and have a great day!!! ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

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pidayforpi · 1 month

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Is Alistair Boorswan a favorite character of yours?

(Hi friend! (*'▽'*)

And yes! Director Boorswan is definitely one of my favourite characters in DT! \(//∇//)\ (You must have seen my banner and icon a huh huh huh)

"The Duck Knight Returns!", in one episode, gave me two of my favourite DT characters: Mister Starling and Director Boorswan (both of whom are also one-off characters sadge orz). I just fell in love with them at first sight!

Objectively, however, I honestly don't know what drew me to Alistair. Jim I can understand (scruffy feathers, mad eyes, crazy/evil, old man...), but Alistair is...a bit hard to explain.

Okay actually I can't explain \(//∇//)\

Maybe it's because of him being a swan, which gives him a unique design. Really love his "mask"! And his blue eyes! And his attire too! (seriously love his outfit, especially that scarf) His somewhat eccentric personality may also contribute (I like me some eccentric characters too, like Fethry and Ari).

(I legit have a folder of almost every single frame that Alistair is in in his episode)

(also i just realised scrooge is so damn cute in this frame too)

To be honest, however, Alistair is not the favourite character of mine (even Jim ranks higher than him, actually). My "the favourite character" changes from time to time, but at this moment (and, probably, for the near future), I can safely say that it is Ludwig von Drake. He is subjectively AND objectively my favourite (he checks out almost every single box on my list, which is crazy).

But Alistair will remain one of my all-time favourites, like José, Panchito, Scrooge, Flintheart... Through him (and Jim) I have first engaged in a fandom community, even though Panjosé was what drawn me in in the first place.

And also...my banner and icon have been there for 3.5 years, I am too lazy to change them _(:3 」∠)_.)

#Thank you very much for the ask! ٩( 'ω' )و #(I really needed something to help me write again ah)#I am always happy to receive asks!#(And I will try my damn best to reply to them in time _(:3 」∠)_)#ask

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darlingpwease · 1 year

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I'm so sorry there 2.3k words, here's like a little intro to it tho???? The first part ig

hhhh I'm sorry if it's sloppy :'))

-panna cotta

Ookok, what about sorcerer/wizard!Yuuta who befriends sick!reader??

People who are gifted with magic are highly appreciated in society, for they can help out not only villages, no, cities in struggle, but whole countries, entire nations if they so wish. However, they’re incredibly rare to appear. Throughout the whole world, there will barely be even 30 people with those gifts. Being able to have inhumane abilities, unable to get sick, increased strength and agility, they truly were amazing souls.

That's why you were so surprised when you met Yuuta, and even became friends with him. Why would a person like him talk to a person like you? You don’t stand out well, you’re a pretty average person, in both skills and appearance, and you live in a shabby house, with an incredibly boring job as a farmer. Meanwhile Yuuta is probably the most stunning person you’ve ever met, and his magic always blows you away.

He loves to show you little tricks and see your reaction. Your face always brightens in awe, no matter how big or small it is. He’s always nervous to show you in case you don’t find it impressive, but when your eyes shine, and you say how amazing and great he is, he can’t help but flush as his chest feels all fuzzy and his stomach flutters.

You two met because Yuuta got injured while helping out nearby towns. His mana was drained after constant use for multiple days, and thus, when he crossed paths with monsters, he wasn’t able to fight properly.

You stumbled upon him right as he narrowly escaped, and when he looked at you after he crashed into your chest, stuttering out apologies, you couldn’t help but take him back to your tiny house to help treat him.

You saved him, and he can’t help but feel like he owes you his life.

Thus, your relationship bloomed. And even now, 4 years later, he still visits you whenever he can. You both send each other letters when Yuuta has to travel far to help aid other places, and you both can’t help but feel so stupidly happy when your eyes carefully gaze upon the ink placed upon the paper from your new messages.

You cherish your moments with Yuuta, he’s just so pretty, so amazing, so perfect that sometimes you can’t help but wonder if he’s even real at all. What if he is just part of a wonderful dream that you don’t want to wake from??

But when he gently caresses your hand with a flustered look, timidly looking you in the eye, you can’t help but not want to leave him. Not that he wants to leave either, he wants to stay by your side forever.

Yuuta adores you, you are the light of his life. His savior. He always struggles with people, especially with that voice constantly in the back of his head telling him to be careful, to not trust them.. But with you, everything seems wonderful, and he never wants to leave. Whenever he gets summoned to a place far from you, it's like a horrible pain in his chest, a constant pressure. He gains more praise from people now, ‘he gets it done so quickly, he is so amazing!! Truly gifted!’, ‘So powerful!’. ‘He must be the best alive!!’ but only he knows, it’s only done quicker so he can go to you as soon as possible.

It’s almost a need for him to be with you.

You love being with him, hearing his stories, seeing new spells, everything about him is amazing. He loves being with you, experiencing your cooking, your warmth, you.

The gentle caresses you give each other, the long tender holds from a long separation, the comforting hugs given, the soft kisses given to one another thinking the other is asleep…

You are each other's joy. Each other's warmth.

Even after you both confess, the warm cozy nights spent together, affectionate heart-filled promises for the future, giggling under covers as if you were children, the poorly sung songs you both love to sing together, shy kisses given to each other, gentle gazes given throughout all the hours you spend together– it never seems enough, even though the euphoric rush given always seems too much, you’d happily accept more and more.

The childish joy in the days with the two of you is almost beautifully precious.

Even when he is a sobbing mess underneath you, harsh pants leaving you both as you press against each other as much as physically possible… The messy kisses exchanged, the hushed ‘love you’s spoken throughout those times…

Although Yuuta hates leaving you, you always make him cute little trinkets to take with him. ‘A little piece of me for you to accompany you’, you’d say. It gets to the point where he has his own bag he carries with him just full of them. He’d never tell you how he kisses them when he’s away though, secretly hoping you can somehow feel them despite the distance.

Just a glance at the bag has him smiling with joy. You are his world. You are his life. His everything.

He loves it when he returns, walking up the path to the house he calls home. He always sees you waiting by the door, or already outside. The moment your name leaves his lips, the way your face lights up when you see him, when you run up to him and scoop him into your arms, he can’t help but smile til his cheeks hurt. Loving laughs leaving both of you.

He ignores the nagging feeling, though. The way those voices drip into his ears, warning him that you will leave him. But he knows you won’t. He won’t let you.

The first time a fever fell on you, Yuuta panicked. He has never been sick himself, and when he sees how tired and weak you look, he’s scared. Why are you sick?? What does he do? You’ll be okay, right? Although he can help out whole countries, he can’t heal people. He can’t heal you. How is he so useless when it comes to this?? It was a struggle the first time, that's for sure.

However, as time moved forward, he learned how to take care of you, as you did him, when you ever got ill. He owes you his life, after all, and he’d lovingly do whatever you asked. He will take care of you, sharing the joy and appreciation he felt for you since the first time you both met.

That’s why when another fever fell, he wasn’t as worried as he was the first time. Obviously, he was still concerned, you never got this hot, you never looked this weak– but he knows you will get better. He will help you get better.

You smile so lovingly, so brightly, so gently as he gives you medicine and feeds you. You can’t help the way it spreads on your face as he tells you about what new story he has to share with you. The animated way he talks when he gets into it, only to snap out of it with timid embarrassment, the way he still clumsily caresses your hair, not minding how sticky and damp it feels through the sweat.

The way he quietly asks how you feel, the way he kisses you softly, almost as if he was worried you would break, the way he gently wipes your lips after you eat, how he worries over you, worrying if you’re sleeping okay, is your stomach sore? Your throat?? Any headache? Chills?? you can’t help but want to kiss him all over. How is he so cute??

He gives you the best medicine he can find, he makes sure the house is at a good temperature all the time, he makes sure you are as comfortable as you can be.

He’s giving you all he can, he owes you that much. He owes you so much

So why.

Why aren’t you getting better?

He doesn’t understand. He did everything he has done before, you got better then, so what’s different now?? Why does nothing seem to work??

The feeling of dread heavily climbs up him as more days go by, but your condition only seems to worsen. Why??

You seem to know something is wrong, too. You were having headaches before your fever, but you shrugged it off. You were doing your best to look better, but from the way Yuuta looked at you as the days moved forward, you know that you aren’t doing a good job. You just feel horrible. You feel like something is wrong, very very wrong.

But you can’t let Yuuta know that.

You two promised to be together until you both grew old and wrinkly. To travel around the globe, meet new people, see new things. To live in this shabby but comforting home until nature holds it long after you two leave its warmth. To wear matching clothes, have matching trinkets. Try new foods, and enjoy old ones.

You promised you wouldn’t leave him.

So why does it feel like you’re getting further and further away? You are right here. Right in front of him. He sees you, smells you, he feels you. He has you right here. So why does he feel that way?

You’re not leaving him, right? You wouldn’t. He would never let you. He owes you his life. His life, his whole being is yours, so why won’t you get better? He’s doing his best, please know he is doing his best, so don’t go. He doesn’t think he can live anymore without you by his side.

He knows he needs to find a healer right away when you sleep more. The way your breath is so, so heavy as wheezes leave your mouth. You’ve lost so much weight, you are more in a daze than you are not. He hears you when he leaves the room, the way you croak about how sorry you were and how sore everything was.

Oh no no no nononono, no dear no don’t apologize, he loves you dearly, can’t you see? He’d give you the world. He will do anything for you, so just get better. Okay? He will get you the best healer alive, okay??

You barely understood what he was saying when he told you that he wouldn’t leave your side. Your mind was so groggy. Everything hurt, and you could barely stomach food, drinking was becoming hard too. Everything was spinning, and you couldn’t help but feel both scalding hot but freezing cold simultaneously. You were so tired. Fuck, so so tired.

Yuuta can’t help but cry sometimes as he sees you now. He can see you changing. Leaving. A fellow sorcerer he knows is on their way. The letter said they should be there in less than a week. They’re an amazing healer, they’re known for their miracles, so they will help you. They will.

He should be happy, help is on the way! But when he looks at you, he doesn’t know if that will be good enough. They should be here now. He feels like a child throwing a tantrum.

Tears of frustration and angry sobs leave him. He doesn’t get it. What the hell is going on? Why is this happening?? You’re leaving him. You're so sick, why can’t he help? He is useless and is fucking up every second as you’re still not better. Why can’t you get better? Did he do something wrong and your mad at him? He’s sorry. He’s really really sorry, so please stop this and get better, please? Go back to normal, pretty please?? Please stop.

He lays his head next to you, too anxious that he might make you feel uncomfortable with his body heat if he gets too close. When your gazes meet, a worried look versus a muddled one, he can’t help himself from crying. Oh, love, he’d take this all away from you if he could. He’s trying, he’s really fucking trying. Please know that he’s trying so hard.

Gripping your hand, tenderly kissing it, he gently sings the songs you two would love to sing. Your weak smile, your awfully quiet hums, they hurt him. Where did your brightness go? Your energy? Oh, my dear, he will get you better. You have to.

But you don’t.

He doesn’t know what happened. You fell asleep, still gently smiling, he even slept next to you tonight. His palm was on your chest, feeling your heart's scarily slow and calm thumps, but it will be okay. Help is almost here.

It should have been okay.

But, as he awoke, he felt something was wrong. Stiffening, he slowly moves his gaze to his palm. Why can’t he feel anything? Why can’t he feel any thumping?

He suddenly is aware of just how stiff you are, how you seem cooler than before… How you aren’t waking up.

Hey, wake up.

Yuuta sits up quickly, tenderly shaking you at first, “C’mon, dear, wake up.” He says.

No movement.

As more minutes pass, his grip tightens. He shakes harder, speaks louder until he is eventually screaming for you to ‘Wake up! Wake up, please!’

Panic is all that runs through him. This is wrong. This isn’t supposed to happen.

No, no no nonono this can’t be happening. This isn’t happening.

You’re just sleeping! That’s right. You’ve looked so exhausted lately, you must be taking a deep rest, that’s all! Of course!

He lets out a chuckle, of course! How could he be so stupid. You used to sleep a lot in the past when you were sick, you will wake up soon. No, no you won’t, you’re dea–

He lovingly strokes your hair before going to grab some medicine.

That’s right, you’re all okay. Everything is okay.

The healer should be here any day now, any day. Soon. So soon, then you will be okay.

Yuuta can’t help but smile tenderly when he looks at your face, it’s stiff why is it stiff–

Leaning over, he presses a kiss on your forehead.

Yes. You are okay.

#[📂] — voice from under the bed #❖.my jewelry #✮.panna cotta <3 #NOOOOO why why is it already over???#It's like I'm back in an era where I'm a reader and I've been waiting for a few months for my favorite author to update </3333 #unironically cried like seriously #</33333 #you're breaking my heart #/pos?#NO NOT MY BOY NOT FOR HIM!!!#damn when I write angst it's not so painful </33333 #you cruel cruel panna cotta make me cry </3333 /t /pos #yes #the task is to evoke emotions #but!!! death and suffering because of dying is a dirty trick!!!#NOOO MY BABYBOY of course they just fell asleep and they will be cured!!! everything will be fine!!!#uwwwwwwwwwww #｡：ﾟ(｡ﾉω＼｡)ﾟ･｡#breaks the heart #</333333 #he doesn't deserve this he's a good best boy #I also love the concept of the world and the universe just that not only complain #but he still doesn't deserve it :((((#give my boy back his love #</3333 #hhhhhhhh #🥮 — jujutsu kaisen #✉.yuuta okkotsu

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