As A Sleep-deprived Nursing Student, This Makes Me Cry

someone on tiktok said jean fuck to cbat PLEASE I WOULD STAY TWO YEARS TOO IF IT WERE JEAN maybe even more… a lifetime maybe

sit your ass down and appreciate dojin’s back

LMFAO

There was no miscommunication. Alicent just heard what she wanted to hear. Earlier that day Viserys dragged his corpse ass to the throne room to reaffirm Rhaenyra as his heir and Velaryon boys as future heirs of the Iron Throne and Dritmark respectively. Alicent just used his dead man mumbling as an opportunity to do what she wanted to do all along

welcome to the factory, i shake you warmly by the hand!

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paxton’s line “look, devi, i really like you, but i don’t think we can have a real relationship until you like yourself” hurts like mf

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greetings, starshine!

name: ei age: 19 pronouns: she/her big three: leo sun, aries moon, and capricorn rising location: southeast asia likes: rom books, chick flicks, webtoons, cats, decors and furniture, smut, strawberries and mangoes, anything sweet

about the factory

this blog primarily contains my fic recs, playlists, and some ramblings from me. please be warned that i read and reblog posts containing dark, nsfw themes and interact with dark content creators; and so, those under the age of 18 should not follow or interact with me. thank you sm.

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it’s my birthday tomorrow i can’t believe i’m 19 already 😭 take me back to 2016 i don’t wanna grow up yet

this is so soft 🥹🥹

Missed my period.

When Wakatoshi reads the text he’s half exhausted from a grueling day of training, chest heaving and sweat lining his top lip and hairline, so he doesn’t quite understand why you’re telling him this. He’s straddling a bench on the sidelines with Aran Ojiro in front of him.

Maybe he stares at the text for too long because Aran’s head suddenly appears in his line of visions.

“Are you good?”

Wakatoshi blinks. “She missed her period.”

Aran’s inhale is so sharp that he starts coughing. This draws the attention of his other teammates, and Wakatoshi drops his phone on the bench to thump his friend on the back once, twice.

"Jesus Christ, Ushijima," Aran clears his throat.

"What did he do?" Iwaizumi squints at Wakatoshi.

Aran shakes his head. "What do you mean she missed her period? Like she might be pregnant?" He asks, ignoring Iwaizumi's presence and the others closing in.

Wakatoshi freezes, at the same time Hinata and Atsumu collide with each other. "Oh," he breathes dumbly.

"Oh? Oh!?" Atsumu squawks.

"Wakatoshi-kun you might become a dad!"

Oh.

Aran gestures wildly to the phone on the bench between them. "Well? Text back! Ask if they'll take a test Wakatoshi!"

A mix of dismayed groans fill the air as Ushijima fumbles with his phone. His hands are shaking he notes. And he realizes that he might be panicking just a little. A ding goes off before he can get the phone to unlock and your name lights up the screen.

His face unlocks the phone and he catches a glimpse of an image. His heart rises into his throat when he clicks it open and finds a picture of the bathroom counter in the master bedroom. There are pregnancy tests covering every surface that he can see within the frame.

All different brands. Some have double lines, others say pregnant outright.

"Fuck," Kageyama breathes over his shoulder. "You're gonna be a dad."

Silence falls amongst them as Wakatoshi continues to stare at the picture.

And then Hinata bursts into gleeful laughter.

"Congratulations!"

It's a catalyst. Atsumu and Kageyama hug him on either side. Ushijima finds a small smile forming on his lips. He's going to be a father.

"I'm going to be a father," he says slowly.

"Hell fucking yeah!" Atsumu attempts, futilely, to pick him up and Ushijima's smile turns into a surprised laugh. Cheers ring up around the court.

The celebration is cut short by the shrill ringing of Iwaizumi's phone. He's stunned to see your name on his trainer's screen. Iwaizumi eyes him as he answers.

"No he's- he- wait a minute now- he's right here- I-" Iwaizumi seems to grow more frantic the longer he tries to calm you down.

Ushijima snatches the phone from him.

"Hello?"

You sob. A full, ugly, hiccupping, gross sob. You can't even speak to him, can't even express how you feel. The turmoil you've been in for the past fifteen minutes as you waited for his response and then got none.

"Sweetheart," he breathes, and he doesn't sound upset. You try to suck air into your lungs, to gather yourself together so you can have an actual conversation with him but God just hearing his voice soothes your nerves but also unravels them. "We're having a baby?"

You nod, and then catching yourself and suck in a huge breath. "Mhm," you manage to croak out. "Mhm, we are,” you whimper.

Ushijima is quiet for a moment. You can just make out a bit of whispering in the background and the sound of sneakers squeaking before he responds. "Are you upset? Do you-" he gulps "-do you not want to have-"

You shake your head frantically. "I thought you were mad! You left me on seen and then you didn't answer your phone and I know you had a plan and we're not marrie-"

Ushijima grunts. "I don't care about any of that. I care about you and I and what we have right now. And if that's a baby then I'm- I'm very happy, extremely happy to do whatever you want to do."

You begin to sob again, but for a different reason.

"Please don't cry, you're breaking my heart."

A startled laugh interrupts your hiccupping at his sudden admission.

"I'm too far away to comfort you and it's driving me crazy."

"I love you," you giggle wetly.

Ushijima's smile is tiny as he replies, completely ignoring the presence of a wide eyed Atsumu and smug Aran. "I love you too. I'll be home in a day or two."

𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄

SYN | As the daughter of Duke Balon, you yearn for affection that isn’t born from greed. As a knight in training and a sucker for his childhood friend, Eijirou just wants to make you feel good.

CW |fem!reader, squire!eijirou, lady!y/n, soft dom!eijirou, praise, cunnilingus, natural redhead!eijirou, implied childhood friend!tetsu and eijirou, mutual pining, MINORS DNI! THIS BLOG IS 18+

WC | 2.7k 

AUTHORS NOTE |i’m back :)

this is how the fire starts. this is how we burn.

“MORNIN’ BESSIE,” Eijirou hums to the horse, kicking open the stall door with his heel. A hefty waft of what can only be described as animal rushes past him and his bucket of soapy water. With a sigh, the natural redhead picks up Bessie’s bridle to push the bit between her teeth, hooking the leather over her head. Eijirou walks her out of the stall and into the field, setting the bucket on the soft grass. He grabs the sponge to ring it out before finally slapping it on her back.

Eijirou’s been working for the Balon’s ever since he was a little boy. His hair was darker then. He was a scrawny kid, who didn’t understand half the world and what was in it and yet, had seen too much for his age. Upon turning seven, he, along with a few other commoners, were called upon by Lord Balon to fill the gaps dead men left during the Great Battle of Douaï. He’s much older now. His hair’s gone from dark brown to bright orange, and he’s a squire, so close to being a knight he tastes it. Many of the boys he came with lay rotting where they fell with swords in their bellies and their heads on mantles. Since their passing, Eijirou found his place among the other nobles. And…among you.

There’s a reason Eijirou washes the horses this early in the morn.

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