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Do you think Dadbin makes yummy pancakes for Gyv anytime he pouts and asks for them..?

#fujolatte-collages #tumblrbanner #not 🪦🕊️latte but the caption makes it seem like that a bit #ooooopsie #txt #tomorrow x together #choi soobin #Soobin #dad soob 🤤🤤🤤#choi beomgyu #beomgyu #soogyu #they’re so cutie together huuu huu

okay ive learned my lesson. one doc for one chapter. bc trying to open my fic doc gives my computer a conniption

#prolly has to do with the fact that this document is easily three years old #and has to remember all of the editing history that i've done all this time #ooooopsie #anyways ch8 got hands i know its been two months im SORRYYYYYY im trying to lock in #i ummm went on vacation and my mom visited and then i played silksong and hades 2 and outer wilds and im also lazy by nature #and also work has been busy! so yeah thats where i've been. putting all that here bc i dont want to have a super long author's note lol #wylymln #earth to m

(cont) "Unless you can use your Mind gift to cure depression I am keeping my Zoloft. Trust me babe, you don't want to deal with Daniel Molloy unmedicated, my anti depressants stay. You can get rid of the Ambien though-" he wasn't really using it and it would feel like a victory to Armand. He was still an insomniac but surprisingly slept slightly better when a vampire wasn't hunting him for his life, shocking development obviously.

"Why are you so obsessed over some mild, occasional constipation? I thought you'd be more obsessed with my blood and less obsessed with my poop" he huffed and all the soft kisses in the world would not make his huffy pout vanish.

"I poop just fine by the way. If that is such a concern. And before you ask no you can't check, no I won't tell you so you can track if I am regular and no absolutely not you may not sit with me in the bathroom. Some things are sacred to a man, okay? My porcelain memoirs is one of those things"

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Depression. Armand looked up a little confused and kept the Zoloft in his lean, long fingers. Without saying anything, he put the meds away and reached for his phone. By lifting his free index finger, he gestured to Daniel to give him a few seconds. On Google, he looked up what depression was and what it meant. He was unaware of mental health conditions. During his mortal days, these things never had names. People were either healthy in the brain or completely insane. There was nothing like depression. But it started to worry him that Daniel suffered from something like that. Since when? Was he really unable to get along without medicine like that? What was this medicine doing to his beautiful boy’s brain? Was this something Armand could fix with the Mind Gift? He should read into that matter more and maybe pull some strings in Daniel’s brain to cure that melancholy. Was it melancholy? From what he read online on that platform, Wikipedia (which Armand has found rather interesting in the past weeks), it could be compared to that.

The vampire put his phone away again after he quickly read over most of the article in vampiric speed. “You can keep those, but if they make you feel ill, you need new ones. I will read into the side effects.” As soon as he set the pile of pills on fire, the ancient vampire turned to face his mortal boyfriend. Big, bush baby eyes stared back at the pouting young man. He couldn’t understand the fuss Daniel was making over Armand worrying about his digestion.

Slowly, he moved closer and put his hands on Daniel’s waist. He opened his mouth, but everything he wanted to ask for was shut down right away, even before one word could leave his lips. Within seconds, it was Armand with the big pout on his lips. Does Daniel not love him?

“I am not obsessed, I am concerned. Digestion is very important to a human. I have seen people die because of bad digestion.” Well, in the 16th century, everything was a death sentence. Armand pointed his index finger at himself. “I nearly died from diarrhea!!!!” The vampire huffed and puffed as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“I cannot believe that you think I am only interested in your blood.” He narrowed his eyes. “I am offended now. Don’t speak to me. It’s late, you should go to bed…” Armand huffed and stomped out of the bathroom. Well, he wasn’t seriously angry, only a little butthurt.