#Im gonna take this ask as lighthearted as possible

[decayayhagfishh]

my beloved mutual.. i mean no offense when i say this.... but you really need to work on your tagging LOL

for example you probably shouldn't go around tagging unrelated stuff, it bothers people going thru the tags who wanna see stuff actually related to the tag

Mb moot,,,💔

I just sometimes use them as little sidenotes in order to not make my post look so long or if i feel like adding another character from the series etc,,,, but i see that it bothers others. So i'll just start tagging the important stuff ,, ^_^ /nm

I'm still very new to Tumblr, so ty for telling me :3 /gen

I wanted to add an image of that ant with stick, but i couldn't find it,,, So i had to draw it rq., Please don't mind this ,,💔

[cryrovo]

Hello again :) im the anon with idea for a request. What I had in mind was something a bit angsty with a *happy ending, of course, along the lines of reader who is pregnant and something happens to her that she gets hurt/injured and Gojo flips out. Nothing tooooo bad happens to the resder but she needs apecial care or extra attention after. Thank you again for accepting this a giving it a try💙💙💙 you are the best and can't wait to read whatever you put out next🤗🥺

���Toru im fine, really” it’s a phrase you catch yourself repeating too often as of late. But oh, you don’t think he actually believes you. Because every step you take, he’d be there, and in a way, he can’t bring himself to relax.

“I know, baby girl. I know,” he’d reassure, but do anything but leave you alone. And he’s got a nerve to call you ‘baby girl’ again, as if you were helpless. Well, in his eyes, you are.

You’ve got him kneeling at 7a.m to help you put on a pair of tights, gently rolling them up your calves, your heel resting on his thigh as he kisses your own, kneading your plump flesh while pulling the waist band over your overflowing belly until it’s safely secured in its place.

“I’m gonna crush you” you scoffed silently, masking your worry under a layer of annoyance as your brows furrow at his act of care.

“Nah” He actually enjoys it and you don’t know why, your weight must be heavy as you lean your whole body with your hands on his shoulders, but it’s never a problem “I’m the strongest, don’t you know it by now, pretty thing?”

Toothy grin send your way, so cocky it makes you roll your eyes. Sure, he is.

Getting ready to work is hard, especially 8 months pregnant. You could easily stop working, you should, but you never want to. It both worries and amuses Satoru to no end “are you sure you’ll be able to handle today?” asking almost sickeningly sweet, your husband couldn’t help himself from making sure, just one more time.

It makes your nose twitch in annoyance, brows scrunched as you let out a frustrated sigh “Yes, thank you very much” your response is nothing short of sarcastic but that didn’t do much to deter him from worrying “and I mean, I’ve been handling you, a literal man child since forever, so I think I’m fine dealing with a bunch of teenagers for a day”

He knows you're capable, but he's also aware of the newfound boundaries your pregnant body can't deal with. You're creating another life and in all of this he's got to be the one reminding you to take it easy.

Smirking, he continued adjusting your tights up, pausing for a brief moment to let the baby kick his hand. He loves your spunkiness, your determination. It reminds him of your high school days when you'd fight hell and back to prove your worth.

"I learned my lesson,” he replied lightly, that teasing glint back in his eyes, throwing a playful glance towards you before standing up, helping you find some stability. "You're damn stubborn, but that’s part of your charm I suppose."

You let him capture your lips in a soft kiss, thumbs absently rubbing circles on your cheeks, a gentle reassurance and encouragement etched in his gaze "just try to take it easy today. If possible, give me updates in between for a good measure, alright?”

Your gaze narrowed on his, but the corners of your mouth twitched up into a small smirk. With his help, you stood up straight and tall, teeth clicking together as you adjusted your clothing one last time.

"I can't promise anything” The warning is lighthearted, your palm patting his cheek before picking up your bag ready to leave, so there’s no more talking about it.

As you head out, his arms naturally circle around your waist, supporting your heavy body with an ease that only he can manage. A cute grunt escaped him, but his smile never falteres. “Well then,”

"You're gonna be late if we don't hurry," he mumbled against your ear, gently tugging the shirt to make sure everything was even.

"And when you’re at it,” Satoru said once you were hopping into the car, straightening up and gazing down at you, hands resting on your belly, caressing it gently, "don’t make me regret sending you off alone."

He really hopes you won’t. Your husband, always the busy, had a lot to do throughout the day, and you knew so.

Although frustrated he couldn’t accompany you to school every single day, it was something he had to make peace with.

In the end, he needed to accept that he couldn't hold you back. But that didn't mean he'd stop worrying about you.

In the breaks, Satoru caught himself checking his phone frequently, waiting for a buzz with a text from you. A small smile graced his lips, a bubble of joy filling his chest as he read the message: "Tea is good," along with a photo of a fancy cup

It was not much, just a small digit of information, but it helped ease his mind for a while. At least until he got not as pleasant phone call from Shoko, making him cut short his mission and rush back asap.

He could recall only glimpse of it. Accident. Infirmary. You.

He shouldn’t have let you go there. He fucking shouldn’t. Guilt eats at him with each step, heavy and ground, echoing through the small corridor. Anxiety chips at his sanity, bubbling along with frustration and worry; a mix of emotions Satoru isn’t good at surpassing.

The last time he’d seen you was at home, and he curses himself out for not making you stay, when you quite clearly shouldn’t even be near this damn building.

Satoru isn’t angry often, but when he is it’s undoubtedly a scary experience, and everyone knows so. He’s aware he’s projecting now, panicking and probably overreacting but how could he not?

You’re his wife, his love, the mother of his unborn child. Of course he’s crazy about your safety.

Hurried steps carried him closer to the three students sitting on the bench, all looking up the moment they heard him approach. Yuji was the first one to try and talk, but quite clearly, his teacher had none of it. “Sensei-“

“Silence.”Satoru glared at the trio, his eyes sharp and cold, demanding obedience through voice and sheer presence.

Finding his breath trembling with anger, a rarely shown emotion from him, he crouched in front of them, and even with eyes covered his frustration was palpable. "Didn’t I clearly say to keep an eye on her?"

Accepting nods from each of the first year's with their heads hung low in shame was still not enough to calm Satoru down "so why the hell didn't you?" he bellowed, snapping their heads up, the guilt in their eyes doing little to placate him.

"We thought she could handle herself” Megumi stuttered out, his voice barely above a whisper. It truly was a misfortune, if that makes it any better, and in this case it doesn't seem important; you are, and the thought of anything happening to you, unacceptable.

Satoru's eyes narrowed, taking in their pouty faces, looking like they had just seen a ghost. "You thought wrong" he spat, standing back up immediately, taking a step back.

"Whose idea was it?" his chest heaved, each breath an effort as he tried to calm his nerves, pushing his palms into fists. His hands trembled as if all of his anger and frustration were physically manifesting as is fearing the answer, although knowing well enough whose idea it was. He couldn’t even be mad at the kids for long, he firsthand experienced how stubborn you can be.

Surprisingly, all three stayed silent accept for murmurs of ‘we’re sorry’, not daring to look up and acknowledge his question. Still, by the looks they were sending one another, he by now figured it must have been you.

It warmed his heart a little, knowing how devoted they were to not snitch even in face of consequences. With a heavy sigh, Satoru rubbed his temples with his index finger and thumb, closing his eyes for a brief moment.

"Alright, we'll discuss this later," he said calmer than before, his voice laced with both resignation and acceptance. Turning on his heels, he started walking away, stopping short after a few steps.

“I’m going to deal with you three in a moment. Stay put” seeing his students so remorseful stilled his anger, forcing a deep breath out of him as he nodded for them to follow his orders.

The frustration he had moments ago dissipated, replaced by a heavier, more solemn feeling. He knew he shouldn't be mad at them, but the thought of you in danger because of your own stubbornness made him feel like he was suffocating.

Gathering his thoughts, Satoru headed toward the infirmary, the sight of you on one of beds meeting his gaze, talking casually with Shoko as if nothing happened- when it did.

Taking a moment to tone down on emotions before closing the door behind him, he made himself known, and from his face alone, it was obvious your husband was worried sick.

Your own face scrunched in an apologetic pout the moment you registered his familiar presence, and you even put on a sweet tone he knew you always used when you felt bad.

“Satoru, please don’t start...” of course you’d say that, he couldn’t help but scoff as he inched closer, watching as you put away the small container of fruits onto your belly- a comical sight, but he couldn’t bring himself to pay attention to it now.

"Start? Start what?" He replied, glaring daggers at you, your pacifying actions seemingly going unnoticed.

“It was a misfortune-“

"A misfortune that led to you fainting. It’s not ‘nothing’, you’re pregnant for Christ's sake” his voice was unusually cold as he cut you off, but the underlying love and care for you shone through.

Despite feeling a pang in his chest, a sliver of guilt for the situation, he knew he couldn’t let it go, not today, not with you right in front of him and clearly went against his wishes when you were supposed to take it easy.

His voice was stern now, worried yet firm, his blindfold long pulled from his forehead to let his gaze search for answers in yours. He didn’t want to scold you, but he absolutely had to get to the bottom of this. Turning to Shoko, he let out an exaggerated sigh, his voice gravel as he spoke “Shoko, how is she?”

The woman hummed softly, rubbing a hand over her tired eyes before glancing at Satoru "Not as bad as before, except for some minor cramps from overexerting herself. Heart palpitation, it’s a good thing those kids brought her here. But please, she insists on going back to teach tomorrow."

Satoru's nostrils flared,m, shaking his head in disbelief. A nervous laugh escaped his lips, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. "Absolutely not," he replied firmly, turning back to address you sternly. "You heard her. You're not going back tomorrow. You’re not coming back at all. I’m putting you on bed rest from now on"

You expected much, sure, but home jail? An exaggerated gasp left your mouth, hand reaching to squeeze his arm, a gesture of pleading and disapproval as you tugged on his sleeve, puppy eyes trying to guilt trip him into letting this go but the frown remained on his face. “b-but Toru-“

"No," this time, there was no place for discussion, his mind already set on things and completely convinced. "you stay home, no ifs, ands, or buts.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but Satoru quickly raised a hand. "I don't want to hear it," he said decisively, already feeling a headache form from the nerves "How is it looking?”

“I’d prefer this cutie stay here for an observation, at least till tomorrow” the brunette’s words carried tingle of amusement seeing your face contract in betrayal as the two seemed to have a silently gang up on you “S-shoko!”

"It's settled then. I won't let you go anywhere,” he declared, turning to the woman. “Make sure you put your foot down if she tries to argue.”

"You really underestimate me don't you?" You retorted back, your voice rising slightly as you pointing an accusative finger at both of them. "I am fine, really! I've been through worse, remember?"

You placed a hand on your stomach, giving it a gentle pat as if trying to reassure yourself. "I promise, I promise I will be careful next time. Really, really!"

“No do, you’re staying.” Satoru once again, was quick to shush you down, taking a seat on a chair next to your bed, not stopping himself from feeling your stomach, as if to reassure himself you were once again safe and sound, like he wanted you to. “Now take care of those grapes, and I don’t want you leaving any behind”

Your eyes landed on Satoru's concerned expression, softness creeping into your voice, and you couldn't help but feel guilty for upsetting him.

After all, he was merely trying to protect you.

Defeated, you sighed softly and relented, a small frown tugging at your lips. Crossing your legs, you resulted in taking one of the fruits from the container, clicking your tongue in displeasure, but what could you do? It was quiet clear by now that you lost this argument.

“Fine then. I’ll be lying on the couch like the fat potato I am” you whined but frankly, today had just been wearing you out. Regardless, it was clear you understood why he was upset. It wasn’t common for you, but with your current state, it was due to accept the defeat as it was.

A small sigh you, and you found it all frustrating and sweet enough to just roll your eyes. “You're way too overprotective, you know that?”

Your smile softened when he laughed along, letting his hand rest on your knee. "you expect any less from me?" his gaze drifted towards you affectionately, the tension starting to dissipate, replaced by the usual comforting warmth you shared.

Taking a deep breath, Satoru’s worries seemed to calm. "I mean it though" he said it gently, trying not to scold, but inform. Seeing the examination records, the earlier imprints of distress and worry still evident in his eyes, Satoru tried to take a deep breath. "no more working for you, little lady"

You gave him a small nod, a sweet, apologetic smile brushing across your lips. He knew you'd be stubborn, always had been, but he also knew you'd try to make it up to him. And perhaps, to some, it was a surprising sight—the way you’d try to comfort him in this situation.

“You’re always worried” muttering softly, you laced your fingers with his in an attempt to take away his worry.

“I guess I am” humming softly, the anger he felt previously was distant now as he leaned closer, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss, his hand sneaking teasingly towards your chest-

"you guys are gross" shouting from the other side of the room, Shoko’s voice broke you two off in an instant "either stop mingling in my infirmary or i'm banning your husband from visitng"

"hey, no fair-"

[valentine-writes]

Spot nation is here humbly requesting again u-u One of your recent works breifly touched on The Spot getting protective over an upset reader. Would love to read your take on expanding that concept. :^] Make it as lighthearted or serious as you like! Maybe the reader has to tell him to chill out instead. Like, we love you queen but take it easy. No worries if this isn't smthn you want to do! Loving your writing in general! Take care :>

:(

「 tws + notes: POSSIBLE FLASH WARNING FOR THE GIF BELOW THE CUT?? (jus to be safe!! idk if this is needed or not-), no tws, unedited, super silly moment from me im not in a slash srs mood 」

「 gn!reader, can be platonic or romantic <3 」

↳ ft. johnathan ohnn/the spot

author's note: AUWWHJWAB HELLO!!! u are so so polite omg thank u so much ! ^_^ i luv tha enthusiasm i've been seein from spot nation tbh!!! o((>ω< ))o i'd be happy to expand on that hc! im gon make it a little teeny tiny bit more lighthearted becuz i luv myself some silly hcs but here we go!! super duper soz if itz a bit short anon </3

▸ i think i like writing the spot as a silly lil dude who is jus tryin so so hard. but also he did work for Fucked Up Evil and Co. (alchemax is just brimming w/ all sorts of brilliant minds with horrifying ideas in the name of science. kingpin ran this shit and would not have it any other way) like he's not beyond being an absolute menace he just didn't have the means for it at the beginning of the movie. so we're gonna keep it lighthearted and silly but,,,

we're gonna keep this in mind too, yeah?

▸ you're incredibly dear to him. he's become a little more protective than he usually would be (can't have you being taken away from him! not after literally everyone else in life life ditched–) and it's just the littlest bit unhealthy.

he really does mean well! you just find yourself reminding him to dial it down a bit.

▸ especially after he's gotten a hang of using his powers?... he's got the means to keep you from harm. he may still be insecure about his appearance, but those thoughts can be (temporarily) satiated when he knows what he can do.

the power at the multiverse, in the palm of his hand

i mean. you can't expect him to not want to defend you with it.

▸ you remind him, time and time again that he really doesn't need to check up on you that frequently. in spite of this, he can't help peeking into a portal, just to check on you here and there.

"i swear to you, i'll be fine." you tell him, time and time again- and he trusts you, he really does. but it doesn't hurt to be absolutely, positively, 100% certain, right?

▸ on the days you're upset because of a particularly bad day (not specifically conflict with people, just little things or internal issues, etc, etc... the Horrors,,,,) he offers the support he knows that he'd want.

if you're a person who's obvious with their emotions, he's pretty okay with picking up the cues you're not doing fine. will start up a conversation and then awkwardly ask if you're doing okay.

it's a little more tricky if you're subtle. overtime, he learns what to look for- little signs that indicate you're not doing well- and ensures that he's straightforward in asking about how you're feeling.

and sometimes, he able to sense that something is off. there's a tension in the air neither of you want to talk about, a feeling in his bones that he can't quite shake. he dislikes this the most. mainly because it's easy to attribute this feeling to overthinking. he'll check up on how you're feeling anyways. even if it takes a while to muster the courage.

without fail, he feels his heart break a bit when you look up at him with the saddest expression he's seen on your face. your frown is almost painful to see :(

he's got a very formulaic strategy in his mind that he uses to help you deal with bad days

something like this mefinks,,,

[ step a: he starts by asking what's going on with you... ask how you're feeling and all that. if your mood is negative, he'll try to ask why and if you wanna talk about it ]

if you choose to take up the offer, go to step b. if you refuse, go to step c.

[ step b: listen! provide support, be attentive. he'll let you rant, scream about it (ok maybe not too loud though, but,, y'know. if it helps, it helps), cry- anything. if you do cry, go to step d ]

[ step c: distract!! distract, distract, distract. you got a favourite comfort show or movie? he tells you: hey, you haven't watched it in a while (even if you have), why don't we put it on? your favorite video game? he'll play with you! talk about your favorite things or talk about nothing while you grab a snack or drink. he knows avoiding stuff isn't gonna work for long term problems, but he's more than willing to cheer you up ]

[ step d: SILENTPANICSILENTPANIC... internally he's just kinda freaking out because it's hard to see you cry. he's not awful with comfort- just a little stiff, y'know? much better with distractions. but in the event of you crying: he'll rub your back, wrap his arms around you. or give you space (depending on what you need) probably goes "hey, no, no no- it's okay, it's okay-" while attempting to soothe you. gives you time to cry it out while he babbles reassurances under his breath. ]

he really does try his best (´꒳｀。)

▸ if you're beefing with someone and it's making you upset, he'll listen to you complain about them. out here nodding and agreeing with you like he was there to witness. again, he's got your back!!

(this part partially inspired by @//spdrslayr 's posts!!) in interest of cheering you up,,, you two make fun of the person.

if you're someone to openly bitch about someone and aren't afraid of getting a little mean behind someone's back,, he's making fun of them too.

of course, if you're like "noo,, but like,,, that's mean-" he's quick to remind you what they did. like they had the audacity, there's no need to be sorry.

if you're consumed by harrowing guilt anytime you're remotely rude (even behind someone's back) he'll tone the jokes down. just a little. he can be VERY a little out of pocket.

likes watching you try not to lose it, stifling laughter, as you share a moment over mutual hatred for said person

"hey– that wasn't.. that wasn't funny–" you're snicker, doing very little to hide the obvious smile on your face. he loves seeing your face brighten, the frown on it now replaced with a grin you just can't hold back

he's gonna crack jokes about them randomly too in your conversations. he's good at holding a grudge yeah,,, but at least in this case he's funny abt it. it's lowkey starting to sound like he was wronged instead of you.

▸ if someone hurts you? that's a whole other story. (hehe. whole- my bad.)

being inconsiderate, rude, and mean to you is one thing, but bringing physical harm to you?

he can't stand the idea that someone would want to harm you. it doesn't matter what happened in the events leading to it. he knows you didn't deserve it. he knows it. the minute he sees the tears stinging in your eyes,, the bruising on your body– the blood–

someone's going to have to answer for it.

(but im not talking abt him tryin to rock someone's shit becuz that would be 10x longer blehhhh :p)

[yueisyum]

Can i ask for a short smut for jeno’s bday special🫣

Yes you can 🤗

“Baby? I’m home!” Jeno calls from the front door, flicking his shoes off as fast as possible. The whole way home he was cursing his company for having him work on his birthday. Even if he did have fun filming a “birthday special,” he wanted to spend his day with his favorite person- his girlfriend, the love of his life, you. However, he starts doubting that possibility when he doesn’t hear your sweet voice call back to him.

He doesn’t bother hanging his bag up, instead carelessly dropping it next to his shoes on the floor. “Baby? Y/n?” his voice almost echos in the apartment. Poking his head into the kitchen, it’s almost the same as when he left it. A far part in his mind began believing you’ve forgotten that this his “special day” but when he heard a door swing open, the shower running, and the sound of your wet feet hitting the ground as you speed down the hallway, he allowed his mind to relax.

It all happened so fast, when his eyes finically land on you, he sees you’re wearing one if his shirts, it’s soaking wet, along with your hair- and the rest if your body. Soap sliding down your let’s as you almost wattle up to him. You must’ve struggled out of the shower once you heard him calling for you, and he can’t help but find that absolutely adorable. He takes a note to scold you about running with wet feet later.

“Sorry, I was in the shower” he can’t even begin to explain how he’s feeling right now. His shirt is big on you, (of course) covering your body down to your thighs, except the shirt is soaking and sticking to your body. So he can happily see all of your beautiful curves. He chuckles before responding “Yeah I can see that love, you didn’t have to get out of the shower-“

“-I didn’t see you this morning, so I never got to wish you a happy birthday. And god would kill me if I just sent you a text” you explain, your hands holding yourself due to the cold. Before he has a chance to urge you back into the bathroom, you cut him off. “Happy birthday! I would give you a hug baby, but I’m soaking, you wanna kiss instead ?” You ask, puckering your lips for him. Jeno can only laugh, leaning in to place a peck on the corner of your mouth. “I hope you still had a good day, I bought a cake and everything just in case you had to work all da-”

“Thank you baby, I had a good day, I got to blow out candles and everything” he exaggerates, widening his eyes with a smile. “Wow really? More than one candle? You must of had a blast huh?” You play along, not bothering to hide the smile on your face. “Can I join you in the shower?” He asks.

You take a moment to ponder, making sure to be as dramatic as possible at such a request from your boyfriend. “Like… me and you both in the shower?” You point to yourself then back to him.

He nods, already catching on to your little bit. But he doesn’t mind, actually, he finds it cute. “Yeah..”

“As in like.. both of us.. naked” you continue, this time earning a chuckle from him as he admires you. “Yup, barebacked” he closes his eyes, and nods to emphasize his statement.

Your smirk drops and you deadpan at him. “It was going so well… why did you have to say it like that?” Almost whining, you stomp your wet feet on the wood causing drops of water to fall from your body, Jeno can only giggle in response. His hands find your wet waist. Pulling you into his body, not bothering about his own clothes. The two of you share a moment of silence, admiring his face and his stupid smile while his hands pull you impossibly close. “Is the water hot yet?”

“I wouldn’t have gotten in if it wasn’t.” You give him another smile before your thoughts interrupt the moment. “So… does this count as a birthday gift?” Your hands find his chest, resting them on his bicep. “Depends. You gonna wash me?”

“What are you a baby?”

“Im your baby.”

You give a lighthearted scoff. When he leans in for another kiss you don’t stop him, instead you embrace him, his lips are warm and comforting, and his arms aren’t any different. They unsurprisingly begin to roam your body, his big hands grabbing a hold of any skin he can. And his lips find your jaw.

“So pretty” he mumbles into your neck, exhaling and inhaling your sent. “Jeno?” You call him, but you’ve already lost him, his hands pushing the arch of your back into him. When he teases at your sweet spot, you decide that this isn’t all bad, and your hands find his hair. “So tiny” he groans in responds to the light pull of his hair.

“Jeno?”

“Hm?”

“Aren’t we going to shower?”

“Forget the shower love, let’s go to the bedroom, yeah?”

He finally pulls away from your neck, getting a good look at the mark he knows will become more evident later. “I’m soaking wet jeno” you laugh at his ridiculous suggestion while he licks at his lips, this actions making you squeeze your thighs together.

“I bet you are” before you can even slap him for that stupid joke, his hands slide down below your ass, lifting you up despite the slipperiness of your skin. “The sheets will get soaked, and we’ll have to wash them” you try to argue and he makes his way to the bedroom. “Don’t worry your pretty little head, I’ll wash them” he reply’s simply, as if nothing will get in the way of what he wants right now.

You

“The shower is still running, the water bill-“

“-I’ll go turn it off.” You are dropped into the bed, your body bouncing a couple times before you find your balance. Once you have, jeno has already returned from turning off the water, closing the door to the room behind him.

“-a-are you serious?!” You can’t help but giggle, his eagerness is only making you more horny, you’ll admit it. His hands find the hem of his shirt and he pull the fabric over he head and tossing it to the ground. “What? Im the birthday boy”

Nerd

As jeno climbs onto the bed, he doesn’t fail to find the hem of his your own shirt, while keeping eye contact with you. “Lay back.” You do as he says (of course) leaning back as the shirt is discarded from your skin, leaving you naked under him “Yes sir” you joke, biting your lip. He throws the shirt so it lays along the floor with his own.

“Baby, if you leave that wet for to long it will start to smell, so make sure-“

“-i know, I know love, relax” Jeno’s hands caress your face, placing another kiss on your temple. “I’ll take care of it.” You don’t stop the smile from taking over your features. Jeno leans back, unbuckling his jeans, as he does, you admire his body. His abs, his arms, his hands, and the way he’s looking at you. When he gets his jeans off, he climbs back over you. For some reason, you feel a lot more nervous then you usually would be.

His gaze on you seemed ten times more intimate then usual. “Where do you wanna start?” He questions, absentmindedly squeezing at your thighs, making it harder for you to focus. “It’s your birthday, where do you want to start?”

Jeno takes in your shaky response, the way your chest is rising and fall a bit too quickly and despite just getting out the water, your skin is hot to the touch. There’s no panic in your eyes, but jeno can tell your feeling a bit overwhelmed.

“Relax baby, I’m serious” his tone lowers, soft and caring, And you wonder how on earth you’re supposed to relax when he talks to you like that. “I’m relaxed” you defend, finally allowing your hands to wrap around his head.

Another moment of silence takes over you two, he waits until your breathes are even before leaning in to kiss you again. Slower and softer then before. His hand gently cups your breast, playing with skin in his hand, And you wonder how many times he has to go easy on you because you’re so sensitive-

His fingers have already found your folds, his middle and ring finger lightly play with them, slowly until he’s found your clit. Your breath hitches for just a moment at the feeling of his hands exactly where you need them. “So fucking perfect” he repeats his earlier actions of travelling down your jaw to your neck. Not leaving one area of skin untouched. When he reaches your tits, he takes your nipple into his mouth, causing you to lightly moan. leaning your head back for him. he allows his finger to slip into you, causing a another breathless moan to leave your lips. Jeno’s tongue flicks over your nipple a couple times before he adds another finger. “Are you okay?” He asks lifting his head from your chest. Realizing you’ve been quiet the entire time, you give him a nod. “Of course”

The warm smile you give him is contagious, his body relaxes at the response, sending you the same smile to calm the both of you. “I’m gonna finger you baby, okay? So lift your legs”

You hate that he has to say it so bluntly, but lift your knees nonetheless, spreading your legs for him to adjust between them. “Good girl”

His voice is low, and his gaze finds yours once again- He knows what he’s doing- asshole

But you can’t complain because you know he can see your smile, and his stupid smirk grows in satisfaction. “You like that hm? Me calling you a good girl?”

“Shut up”

His face recoils playfully, “Oo how can I call you a good girl when you’re being so bad?” he begins laughing before he even finishes the sentence, and you only role your eyes while holding back your own laughter. Another kiss settles the mood back into place, and his fingers pick up in speed. They’re long and thicker than your own, reaching places you couldn’t. He continues, hitting just the right spots that make your toes curl, But he stops, just when it starts getting good. This happens about two more times before you whine, lightly slapping at his chest and closing your legs around his arm.

“Baby! Please”

“I know, I just got to prep you-“

“I’m prepped! Promise” you whine.

“So needy” he cocks his head to the side, pocking the inside of his cheek with his tongue. But he’s not really complaining- how could he? His girlfriend is almost begging him to fuck her-

Anyway, jeno pulls away his hand, sucking on both fingers while readjusting himself between you. The sight has you pooling.

Sexy motherfucker

“Alright love, open” he taps you thighs and you open your legs as he situates himself, pulling himself from his boxers. Angry red and twitching, you wonder why he’s been so persistent on taking our time when he’s that hard- His hands warps around his length, giving it a few long strokes. He’s thick, even for his own hands, tapping at your entrance, he allows your hole to swallow him in.

“God- I’ve been thinking about you all day” he shamelessly admits. jeno doesn’t waste a moment, falling to hover over you and continuing to push himself into your hole. Stretching and stuffing you full of his cock.

The feeling was filling and a bit painful, but so satisfying nonetheless. “Wanna know what I wished for when I blew out the candles?”

You adjust yourself to him before responding, shifting your body down and holding into his arms for dear life. “The wish won’t come true if you tell me baby”

He chuckles, causing movement inside of you, and pleasure climbing up your spine. “It already has” his forehead rests on yours with the same stupid smile of his face, it’s only making you more and more giddy. “So cheesy” you breathlessly laugh.

Jeno begins to slowly roll his hips into you, you can feel every vein and curve of him as he does. “I don’t know, I thought that was pretty clever”

“It was clich��”

“So your not flattered?”

“I’m honoured”

His thrusts pick up, setting an easy rhythm. You hum every time you feel a stretch, and he’s right along with you. His right hand finds a strand of hair on your face and gently guide it away from your eyes. “Is this good?”

You can’t help but fall apart around him. “Mhm” you respond, biting at your lip.

“Yeah? It’s good baby?” He coos, allowing a small whine to escape his lips.

“It’s good” you moan, resting your arms on his shoulders. His pace begins to quicken and his hands rests at your hip. His hand occasionally squeezes at the skin, probably earning a couple small love bruises. Every now and then he’ll slow down, making use not to cum too quickly.

Your sweating, panting as you whole body jerks with his movements. Small nothings leave his lips every now and then when he hits the right angle. But once he’s found a place l, he begins to pound into you. Leaning you lost in pleasure, you limbs going limp as he holds you.

“You aren’t close already are you princess?” he teases with a smile, when your body slightly jerks into him.

“No”

Yes you were, only god knows how- but you were. Feeling as if a fire was ignited in your abdomen, you try to stretch you legs out to adjust, only causing his to hit deeper.

“Oh god-“ you whimper, arching off the bed and into him. “It’s okay baby, I got you.” Jeno reassures, lifting your thighs until the touch your stomach. “There we go, this Better?”

“Yes” your try to respond, but it only comes out as a broken whisper. You are fluttering around him, making it harder for him to keep a controlled pace. He’s desperately pumping into you now, once again connecting his lips with yours. “You feel so good” he mumbles before biting at your lip, too much is happening so you take it upon yourself to close your eyes and brace for impact.

“Wanna cum inside you baby, I want to feel you suck me in”

Usually you’d be upset with how lewd he’s talking but his words only guide you closer to you climax. “You gonna let me baby? Since it’s my birthday?”

Even if it wasn’t your probably would’ve said yes, how couldn’t you. But for the plot of course- “I thought I already made your candle wish come true?” He laughs, but it quickly turns into a moan as his hips stutter. “I wished you be good for me all night”

“Is that so?”

“It is”

Your body shudders and he jerks into you. “So tight- please baby” your gut tightens and he’s pulsing.

“Shit, cum inside me jeno”

And with that, his head falls into the crock of your neck, and he releases inside of you. The back of your neck burns as your own climax hits, clawing at his back with his name on your lips.

Both still yourselfs to calm your breathes. You legs fall to your sides and he kisses your temple. “Aren’t you supposed to say happy birthday after sex?” He breaks the silence, pulling away just enough to see your pretty, decked face.

You pretend to think for a moment. “Only in movies…” you begin, lifting your head to give him a kiss, “..but if you say please-“

“Please?”

You giggle again, bitting your lip as he touches your nose to his. “Happy birthday baby”

Another long loving kiss is shared before he pulls out. ���Round two in ten minutes?”

The snort you let out was almost comical, “you need a whole ten minutes!? What are you getting too old for multiple rounds?“ you whines when he playfully punches your thigh. “You were the one shaking”

“You were shaking too-“

Note: did not spell check! Also sorry if it seems rushed, I tried to take my time on it!!

Next couple weeks will be the last of my “absent-ness”? - basically I’ll be back on here like normal soon

[some-of-us-watch-the-sunset-too]

hi!! i understand if you don’t feel comfortable writing this but could you maybe do a lil thing where someone from the gang realizes reader tried to like. die. and the gang kinda comforts them? again u don’t need to lol

Mental health with the boys

A/N: i’ve got these two asks that are kinda similar so i’m gonna write a bit of a combination of the two. i’ll also say i’m not very yk- all knowing when it comes to this stuff so i’m only taking from my own experiences.

Tags: angsty fluff maybe?

if you told him you were struggling with your mental health Darry would most likely be the most sensible of the boys in the sense that he’d help you find a therapist over just helping you deal with stuff himself. he’d always be there for you when you needed him and he’d help you come up with coping mechanisms. if it was an ED he might make a meal plan with you and you could come over to the curtis’ every evening for dinner if that helped you to eat. he wouldn’t put pressure to eat though of course.

Soda would be like darry in some ways but also he wouldn’t be in other ways. If he found out you were struggling he would be the most caring and supportive person ever in your healing journey. i honestly doubt that a therapist would be his first thought process but it might come a little later. i think he’d try to keep things lighthearted for the most part to try and help you maybe to forget your problems for a little while when you’re together.

Ponyboy, oh poor pony. he really wouldn’t know what to do, especially since he’s so young. he’d try to comfort you hand help as much as he can but he would most likely go to darry for advice on what to do. the one thing i think he’d do well is noticing when you’re getting anxious or something. maybe you tap your foot or bounce your knee, maybe you fiddle with your pen or switchblade or something. whatever it is he’d notice and when he does notice these things, he probably won’t say anything but he’d put his hand on your arm and then if he knew that you didn’t mind hugs when you were anxious he’d hug you.

Dally..as much as i wanna say “he’d be so supportive and always there for you blah blah blah” he wouldn’t really. i mean he’d try to understand but since he’s spent his whole life burying his emotions and ignoring his problems that he wouldn’t know where to begin when trying to help someone else. because of that he’d go to darry for help, so then like i said in darry’s section he’d help you find a councillor or a therapist or something. one thing that i like to think is that when you come home from your therapy sessions that you talk about stuff like coping mechanisms that you can use and then dal would start trying to use them. in some way, you’d be learning how to heal together.

Two-Bit ml, he’d be very different than you might think he would. i mean in the film specifically (in my opinion) he’s presented as always joking and quite frankly- dumb. in the book he is presented similarly but he has a few moments where he can get very philosophical even (dk if that’s the right word or not) when he talks about what life is like for the greasers. given these i think that Two would be very helpful, i honestly think that he secretly has his own stuff going on so he might be able to relate to how you feel and he would 100% help as much as possible. same as pony he’d notice what you do when you get anxious so he’d be first to help you when you do.

I love Steve but if you started crying in front of him he’d be so awkward. he doesn’t really- get sad. he gets angry instead. so he has no clue what to do when someone cries in front of him. he’d go to soda for help on what to do. then soda would go to darry and basically what he does it what darry would do. just like dally over time he’d start to adopt the coping mechanisms you learned and he’d start dealing with his own things too. he’d start journaling. don’t ask why, he just would.

Johnny…well as always with johnny im kinda stumped so ignore how bad this is ok? johnnys sweet, but he’s dealing with so much he just finds it hard to help you yk? you two would lay in the lot and vent to each other but i don’t know if either of you would help each other too much? i say maybe you would convince each other to get professional help n stuff though. in school you two would sneak off together if one of you needed to get away from everything for a bit. again like some of the others, you’d learn to heal together, only this time you’re both aware of it. unlike dal and steve who would try to hide it.

[azulotus]

Have you been doing okay recently? Just wanna ask.

TWs death, cancer, hospice

Hello anon! Yes and no

In general, yeah! Im pursuing my dreams and I'm finally medicated for ADHD and Im working very hard to go live with my partner and im now suddenly obsessed with Alan Wake

But on Friday my grandma passed while in palliative care from cancer and its been very rough. Like--doctors contradicting each other, not knowing if shes about to die or has years left, leaving all of her medications and care up to us--kind of rough

Just gonna put more venting under the read more lol but thanks for asking anon. Im going pretty quiet on socials for the next few weeks including DMs and personal messages

For the last 6 weeks every day was unclear if it was my grandmas last. I spent long hours taking care of her and making sure with my entire family she was as comfortable as possible but the cancer behaved unlike what the doctors predicted so she ended up with a hole in her stomach and thats the only reason she died. She was so healthy-- their 3 day estimate turned into 6 weeks!! She was SO strong. In such high spirits she kept the jokes going with my whole fam and she didnt want anyone to cry. Thats how i have been able to cope because my family is the kind to be lighthearted even in the worst situations. But all the adrenaline from just wanting to do a good job, keeping a smile up for her, still working on my commissions, seeing my mom breaking down at home, its all hitting pretty hard all at once.

Sorry for the long rant if anyone reads this but i just wanted to put it out in the world how much of a fight my grandma put up right until the end.

[kenobster]

9 and 16 (anakin and obi wan) for the ask game please. im sorry but im not at all lol. love ur writing <3

Omg thank you so much!! For the ask and for the kind words. :') Hahahhaha these two questions are great, I LIVE for these questions.

from the Unhinged Star Wars Ask Game: Round 2

9. Who’s more kinky: Obi-Wan or Anakin?

(Note: For this question, I'm taking them in their default states, not in the context of a relationship with any specific character.)

I don't really find either of them particularly kinky! However, I absolutely do think that Obi-Wan is the kinkier of the two.

(Obi-Wan Headcanons:) I think throughout the horniest of his Padawan years, Obi-Wan had tons of casual sex with some of his trusted friends, but that, once those pesky adolescent hormones tapered out, he slowed down and became less of a THOT. So, as a teen, he probably tried all sorts of things and has a vast array of experiences in the bedroom... but as an adult, he's already formed a pretty good idea of what he likes and doesn't like, and he enjoys what he likes as it comes and/or is available to him (aka, he's not gonna die without sex lol). His biggest preferred kinks would maybe have something to do with his feelings of inadequacy or his perfectionism complex. I think that a little bit of BDSM play would feel really nice to him for that — as long as it was spontaneous and nothing super intense or deliberate. Like someone being rough with him or some sexy demeaning talk might get him going, as long as everything stayed super lighthearted and softcore (and as long as the sexual relationship was mutual re giving and receiving.)

(Anakin Headcanons:) Anakin, however, is as vanilla as they come. If you've never heard the song Jizz in my Pants by Lonely Island, first of all, I promise that you will NOT regret watching this (let it get to the first chorus before you give up — it's HILARIOUS, I swear). Second of all, I think this describes Anakin's kinks (and his feelings about Padme) pretty spectacularly. I don't think Anakin's at all opposed to trying certain kinks, and I do think that he's the type of person who can get into anything if it's making his partner happy (he is the subbiest sub in the galaxy and has a praise kink with the mass of a black hole lol) — he just doesn't seek kink out. He doesn't need to! He'll jizz his pants from a lap dance. Hell, he'll jizz his pants from a strip tease. He'll masturbate the same exact way every time, and it will probably last 2 minutes tops. During Anakin's teenage years, Obi-Wan probably wrote a review just like this one, but was appalled at Anakin's clear lack of variety — no experimentation, no curiosity whatsoever. Just a photo of Padme, a pack of lube, and a box of kleenex.

If we're talking Obi-Wan versus Vader, however, specifically in how it relates to, ahem, Vaderwan..... well, for that, my answer might change.

16. Describe Obi-Wan's and Anakin's undergarment preferences.

For Anakin, I headcanon that he has ADHD. That means he, more likely than not, has some sensory issues associated with ADHD. I think these sensory issues would particularly apply to tactile information as shown by his clear hypersensitivity (i.e. his dislike of sand) and the way he seeks stimuli (i.e. his interest in working with his hands, specifically with his prosthetic or droids). Thus, in relation to his undergarments, tactile information is probably extremely important to him.

The type fabric would be one consideration. I think he'd like something smooth and silky and/or velvety, instead of anything coarse or rough. And I think his metric for classifying fabric as course or rough would skewed compared to the average individual's metric — so linen and maybe even cotton would be out.

Another consideration (and possibly an even more important one) would be the size and shape of the undergarments. Assuming boxers/underwear, that elastic band would need to go high enough on his waist so that it's not slipping down all the time — but it would also need to be loose enough to not be a constant bothersome pressure (so probably high-rise boxers, a size up from his actual size). (Yes, I am speaking from experience and projecting this experience onto him, shut up. XD In seriousness, I bet there's a reason his Jedi robe is clearly a size up from what would fit. He clearly prefers loose-fitting clothes that don't bunch up and cause annoying sensory issues at specific points.)

Anyway, I don't know how underwear/boxers work in relation to dicks, but I imagine that's a huge deal for him, too, and would require just as much consideration of the above. In other words, however that shit operates, it needs to be the right texture and not too tight.

For Obi-Wan, he is a minimalist with a theme, but he also seems very finnicky about things being orderly and neat. There is so much going on in this man's life and he has very little control over literally any of it. I think Obi-Wan would be the type to try to simplify/organize what he can to minimize disruption to his routine as much as possible — that way, the disruptions outside of his control are less disruptive. (For example, if he keeps himself at a constant 0, then 12yo Anakin throwing a sensory-overload tantrum can't tip him over into 100. And 12yo Anakin has many sensory-overload tantrums. XD)

In terms of undergarments (again, assuming boxers/underwear), the first order of business would be to make sure they're all exactly the same. Cotton/linen/satin/muslin/etc? High-rise/hipster/other-boy-styles-that-I-don't-know? Beige/dark brown/white/whatever? Doesn't matter — as long as they all are absolutely identical. Obi-Wan is not going to spend fifteen minutes every morning searching his drawer for the exact pair he wants. That would be even more ridiculous than spending fifteen minutes trying to match socks. Obi-Wan wears earthy colors and simple robes because of how easy it is to match them with each other. He can reach into his tidied closet and grab the first set of tunics he sees. Of course, Obi-Wan secretly finds shades of brown upon shades of brown extremely aesthetically pleasing — but he will never admit this choice is anything but a tactic to save time.

The second order of business? Well, Obi-Wan is a man who prepares in advance. He is well aware of the possibility of things going to shit within a fraction of a second. One minute, he may be indulging in a nice cup of tea in his quarters on The Negotiator, and the next he might be knee-deep in the muddy trenches of some swamp planet. A well-functioning pee flap in one's underwear is critical — and it better be easy and quick to finagle whenever he's taking a quick piss while dodging blaster fire. (It's not just him. Everyone has to pee at some point. And the clones HATE their codpieces, yo.)

[mydemonsdrivealimo]

Has to be:

Hates That One Loud Neighbour x Is That One Loud Neighbour

😌

omfg i love this one asdfghjk. okay i lowkey struggled to figure out who would be who cause it could work both ways, but i think ill go with jensen being the loud neighbor and bryce being the one who hates it lmao

this is so long im so sorry but anyway

(doing it bullet point style bc i can <3)

(idk exactly what their professions would be in this, possibly the same but one of them would work at mass kenmore/just at a different hospital, because eventually theyd notice or piece together that they live in the same building)

bryce wouldve moved in a little after jensen. for the first month or so it was fine, maybe music through the walls once or twice, but nothing long enough that warranted a complaint

after that month, though, at all hours of the night thered either be music or a tv show or just something playing loud enough that bryce could hear it through the walls

he could never catch this mystery neighbor, though. he was up early in the morning and didnt want to bother them (as if they werent already doing the same), and when he got home usually he was too exhausted to do anything about it

after about another month of the on and off disruptions, bryce has a few friends over as a mini housewarming thing (jackie, elijah, and sienna). he mentions an offhand complaint about it and they all obviously ask why he hasnt said anything. they tell him he should just catch this neighbor at night when the problem is yk,, happening. by then though hes exhausted and can usually pass out after a little while of tossing and turning

eventually, they convince him to at least put a note on the door, so he quickly scrawls one out, tapes it there, then comes back. by the time they leave, late into the night, the noise seems to have stopped

it lasts for a peaceful month and a half but, lo and behold, it happens again. it had gradually been getting louder, yes, but he figured they would realize and stop. after some debate, and hyping himself up enough for the confrontation, he goes to talk to them

hes totally ready and prepared as he knocks on the door, but all of that quickly dies in his throat as his apparently very hot neighbor opens the door in pajamas

bryce doesnt let it show, of course, but instead of the anger he planned on, the conversation takes a very pleasant turn as he cant get anything other than niceties out. after introducing himself, he manages to ask if jensen could maybe please just a little if its at all possible keep the noise down after 11 pm since bryce can hear it through the wall. jensen immediately apologizes (bc ofc he would make it even more difficult for bryce to be upset with him) before agreeing and closing the door

the next day he gives a loose rundown to the others, and of course they ask how the confrontation itself went. the end of the conversation ends something like this:

jackie: you cant cave at the sight of every hot guy you run into

bryce: i dont usually, it was just unexpected!

elijah: well, its gonna happen again im sure, so be ready

and bryce thinks he will be. he gets another two months out of it before it happens again, and this time hes actually pissed off. he marches himself over there at some ungodly hour, knocking on the door and most certainly not getting distracted by jensen only wearing boxers and a tank top

he has that fresh "i havent slept in three days" look to him, eyes dark and apologizing through a yawn before bryce can even get a word out

...and then he feels bad. he asks if jensens alright just before he can close the door, to which jensen explains just how perfectly fine he is, its just insomnia. ah. things click into place, and bryce manages to make a lighthearted joke about how hes at least learning something from the documentaries he must be watching considering how many times bryce has heard david attenborough's voice through the wall

he actually gets a laugh out of jensen before they head their separate ways

gradually, bryce starts seeing him around more. occasionally they help with each others groceries, chat in the hall, etc etc

after a few months of this (and some peace and quiet on bryces part), he hears jensen talking down the hall with one of their elderly neighbors. it wasnt weird for jensen to be over there, often changing a lightbulb or bringing up groceries, but this time seems a little more urget

bryce barely gets the key in the door before jensens heading down the hall for his apartment, giving him a smile just long enough to stall him from noticing the blood dripping down his hand before closing the door behind him

bryce of course opens it and follows him in, asking if hes alright and what happened. he was building a bookshelf for them and lost grip of the nail in his hand, accidentally sending one through the side of his hand

(we'll say bryce is still a surgeon in this) he quickly takes over for jensen, cleaning it up, getting it closed, and properly bandaging it

bryce finishes off the bookshelf for them and offers to get jensen dinner, which he refuses but bryce insists on anyway

as his hand is healing, bryce finds a few more excuses to bring over dinner, eventually confessing that hes not eating out to treat jensen, its because he cant cook for shit. they start doing a few mini cooking lessons at jensens place, which is obviously more alone time together, and one thing leads to another and they get together :)

[somehowmags]

25 for the ask game but to make it fair to you don't mention anything about fans complaining that discussions of racism are ruining fandom.

ALKSJDFHLKASDFH twst for this one!

25. listen the english localization is FINE. i also watched the fan translations before the localization and im gonna be honest. a lot of yall just like the fan translation better, and that's Fine. the only thing that was genuinely removed from eng was the heigh ho song in book 5, and that was probably just because na disney has stricter copyright laws. i don't think "darker topics" like death or whatever have been censored at all. like for example ive seen people say that ruggie's mom's death was censored from the eng version because he says she "joined the stars" instead of outright saying she died in childbirth. that's not censorship, it's just a different way of translation. translation is hard! you wouldn't express something in japanese the way you would in english, and you also have to take into account time, place, location, character, etc. (ive been reading babel by rf kuang recently. can u tell). like even just for that single line from ruggie you have to take into account:

cultural differences. how do japan, america, and canada deal with death? you wouldn't treat death the same way in all of those cultures! what's polite in one country might be incredibly rude in the other. i've never seen the lion king, so i don't know what culture it's meant to be taking place in other than it's set in africa, but given the sunset savannah is based on that, you'd have to take into account that culture as well!

culture in universe: how would the sunset savannah deal with death? it's possible that "joining the stars" is a reference to the lion king- so in the context of twst, it's entirely possible that culture changed to the point where "joining the stars" is a common euphemism for death in that culture now

the context of the conversation- is this a serious conversation, or a lighthearted one? this comes from ruggie's birthday boy vignette, so it's a lighthearted conversation on his birthday after being asked about his family- maybe he doesn't want to lower the mood

the character of the other person! in this case the other person isn't stated (probably yuu) but it's an interview for the school newspaper, which changes the mood again- other people are going to read this, so the way ruggie answers also depends on that!

ruggie's character: is ruggie the type of person to say that outright, or would be soften the blow? is this something he wants other people to know? how does he feel about this?

the readers and the author: how will those reading understand this line? what did the author intend?

and that's for one line, in one story!

tl:dr translation is hard and some things are inevitably going to be lost, and it's fine if you like a fan translation more than the official translation, but like, that doesn't mean the official is somehow worse. sometimes things just aren't to your taste and that's fine

[florenceisfalling]

sorry for not realizing, i hadn't checked your blog in months before today and i kinda figured you would have blocked me in the time i wasn't on tumblr if you didn't wanna talk. the post i replied to seemed lighthearted so i did not know. obviously no need to answer this as i won't ever see it, just wanted to say i'm sorry for upsetting you even if i won't ever know exactly what went wrong with us

i mean you still have my discord dms if you really wanted. in fact, you actually stopped responding to me, not the other way around. i didn't block you because a.) you were such a large part of my life for so long that, yknow, a chunk of my blog has some sort of attachment to yours, and i didn't want to fuck up my ability to see relevant posts if im trying to find old writing shit and b.) i always wanted to leave channels open because... again, you were a large part of my life for so long. i don't want to be your friend but if anything ever came up and there was something you needed or wanted to say i wanted that to be possible for the sake of "just in case"

regardless of if you "wont ever see it" heres my answer. even this ask answers itself for one of the reasons i dont like you. you hadn't checked my blog in months. which in itself is fine, but in the grand scheme of things - jesus fuck, man! you dipped out of my life almost entirely, on repeated occasions, unless i actively tried to drag you back in. regardless of how fucking apparent it was that i was literally on the Brink, you wouldn't be there unless i was the one to call. even after i tried to have an open conversation with you + others involved on how you were so bad at handling your shit that i thought random things i had zero involvement were my fault because no one gave me any sort of indication to what the fuck was going on.

you hung out with bullies and downplayed the deserved backlash. you don't know how to take other peoples feelings or lives seriously - something that hits me so PROFOUNDLY because your kindness and comfort used to be one of the reasons i liked your company so much. you hurt my friend. and you lied to me! and more, shit that i cant say here! and you would complain and guilt-trip about how you felt like everyone hated you and how you were such a bad friend but you so rarely made steps to actually change anything you were doing! of course you don't see what went wrong, you can't even look in at yourself without making everyone else feel like its their fault for being hurt!

and id love to say that everything ive heard from you and the people surrounding you is some kind of misunderstanding and that really and truly you dont deserve my anger. i dont think you realize how much ive sat over the past year and hoped that we were somehow gonna go back to normal. i wanted to tell you i got engaged! i wanted to talk to you about a million things! but after what i had to deal with last year (not from you, other shit entirely) i sort of learned that i cannot afford to trust anyone. you have no idea the fucking depths i went to and you are not going to know because the kind of people you seem to love aspiring to be/surrounding yourself with are the same kind of people who made my world feel like it was fucking falling apart. literally some of the most insane trauma ive endured was just brushed aside as silly discourse or jokes or whatever so yeah. not sure if i can trust that everythings all just one big mix up. messages are open but i am so angry and i cant change that even if i want to and i dont think you want to hear any of it.

and im sorry for being so lighthearted about you before i thought it was a post that would just fade into the ether like my other non-context bullshit

[noirineverysense]

Ok about the fanfic I was writing? Yeah I gave up on it like I expected. I wanted to show you what I had but I don’t think I’m going to bc it’s REALLY bad, I mean, I wrote it for fun, but the logistics make no sense and the characterization is WAY off for everyone and every scene is so awkward it makes me uncomfortable to read, usually I like my own writing! I look back at old ideas and wish I had written more, but whatever happened in this fic it’s literally worse than my sixth grade creative writing project and that’s not a hyperbole 🥲.

There’s like, one chapter I like and that’s the super angsty one that’s possibly angstier than the original story despite being a lighthearted AU. Like it was a ballerina au where all the angst was gonna be reduced and they were gonna get up on stage and perform as the climax, but then I didn’t outline and there was gun violence and human trafficking and woah that’s not what I meant to do-

yeah I wrote it for fun but I’m cringing a lil too hard to even pm it to u. I might try again much later from now but I’m gonna have to start from scratch bc this is NOT it. I’m glad I made it but yeah- my peabrain got confused as soon as I was no longer writing original fiction

is this ok to put in ur ask box? It’s not a question so it’s not really what the ask box is for is there a better way I should do this? Sry I’m still pretty new to tumblr

Yeah its fine here and dw about it! If you had fun thats all that matters. It means a lot that you put so much energy into my characters so thanks for that. Im pretty curious as to what you wrote but you have absolutely no obligation to share! Im a big fan of angst and drama and sometimes stories take turns that you werent expecting and thats for sure what happened with the ACP so sounds like what you wrote was pretty in line with the story lol. In any case im glad you had fun and im sure its great and thanks for the update!

[sspacealienn]

GASP MY TIME HAS COME

warning this is gonna be kinda long, I have A Lot to say lol

OK SO

they display very little outward emotional expression, so it's difficult to tell what they're feeling a lot of the time. they could be having the time of their life or feel like they're in hell and you would have no idea because their facial and body language don't change very much. people tend to assume that they're just stoic or unemotional but in reality their facial expressions just tend to stay neutral most of the time. (I mean they are pretty stoic but definitely not unemotional, and not to the degree that people assume)

that said, there are subtle hints that give away what they're feeling at any given time, and Guy has memorized them all like he's studying for the most important test of his LIFE

for example when they're excited about something they crack their knuckles a lot or just make that motion without actually cracking them

and when they're nervous they shift their weight from one leg to the other more than they usually do (or if their sitting down they bounce their leg up and down really fast)

they don't actually notice these things but Guy 100% does. Honey isn't sure how he knows what they're feeling so often (especially given that sometimes it's hard for even them to know what they're feeling) but they both appreciate it and think it's a little bit scary (in a good way, if that makes sense)

there are certain fabric textures that feel like sandpaper on their skin so they're very particular about their wardrobe and what goes in it

they have several very soft hoodies that make them feel safe and comfortable, but the one Guy stole in that one audio is their favorite because it's the softest but it also puts just the right amount of weight on their shoulders and it's really comforting, especially when they're overwhelmed or uncomfortable (im ashamed to admit this is 100% me protecting, I have a hoodie just like that and I wear it almost daily)

they like that Guy talks a lot because they much prefer to listen and contribute in smaller ways during conversation rather than talk equally as much as the other person. it can be exhausting to know how much you have to say to reach some unspoken minimum word count for social interactions, and having the pressure taken off them and just being able to listen (especially to someone they love) is wonderful. (also me projecting rip I'm so sorry)

they were SO happy and relieved when Guy asked them if they wanted to get a place for just the two of them to live; both because they love him and wanted to live together without a third person, but also because the constant change of third roommates coming and going was exhausting. even if it only happened every couple months it was always a huge upheaval that threw them off for a long time

they HATE the feeling of wet clothes. they will do anything they possibly can to avoid their clothes getting wet, it's the WORST feeling.

they used to wear earplugs to go grocery shopping, but now they just take Guy with them. He talks loud enough and often enough to drown out the sound of the buzzing lights (if they have no choice but to go alone they'll still wear earplugs though)

when they moved in with Guy, the two of them divided up the household chores so that they could both could avoid doing that one chore they hate more than anything. for Honey, that's doing the dishes. the sensation of the soap and water (and god forbid they have to use a sponge) combined with the sounds the dishes make when they hit one another is really overwhelming so Guy does all the dishes for the pair of them. in return Honey does all the laundry because Guy absolutely hates doing laundry

they have a tendency to come across as mean or angry when they're just trying to have a lighthearted conversation. they don't know if it's because they're making the "wrong" facial expressions, or if it's their tone of voice or what but people often assume Honey is angry or trying to pick a fight when all they want to do is talk

they admire Guys ability to talk entirely unfiltered a lot of the time. they've spent so much of their life masking that it's difficult for them to converse without borderline overthinking every single word they say (which often contributes to how little they actually say out loud) and watching him talk without thinking is ipressive to them and they admire him for it.

their don't wear jewelry because it feels suffocating and itchy

their favorite stim toy is a small infinity cube that they can hold in one hand and flip open and closed really fast

they get hyperfocused on things they enjoy very easily and will forget to eat sometimes

on the flip side of that, they find it extremely difficult to focus on things they don't enjoy which leads to procrastination every so often

penguin pebbling!! they have a knack for finding random tiny objects everywhere they go and they pick them up every time to gift them to Guy. he lines them all up on a shelf and they try really hard to pretend it doesn't make them emotional when he treats some tiny rock or some old scuffed up dice they found on the sidewalk like they're real heartfelt gifts. (they are heartfelt, of course, but Honey's used to people rejecting them when they give them things like that so it's really meaningful to them)

Guy 100% knows how much it means to them that he's so appreciative of the tiny things they give him, but he pretends its not a big deal because he knows they'd get overwhelmed if he called attention to it. plus he knows that it's how they're showing that they love him so he genuinely adores all the little gifts he gets from them, and he doesn't want to risk them feeling cornered and stopping.

Honey. fucking. HATES metal spatulas. they are unnecessarily loud and they feel awful in your hand and they hurt and they scrape against the pan and they're just overall a stain on Honey's life and kitchen experience. this one I am, for once, not ashamed to admit is me projecting. I can't fucking STAND metal spatulas, they are just. the bane of my existence. why are they so awful. oh my god.

ok that's all I've got right now. THANK YOU for this opportunity I have been DYING for a chance to talk about how autistic Honey is

also if you have any hcs of your own I would LOVE to hear about them !!

does anyone have any autistic honey hcs? I have a desperatere Need

[lovecore-fics]

The Frenemy

C!sapnap x AFAB!reader

smut

warnings: pet names, degrading, breeding

a/n: this doesn’t go with lore characters but had the nations/kingdoms in it! (mentions of las Nevadas) 

You and dream had been “enemies” ONLY because dream is a sore loser.

For context: you and dream were gambling at las nevadas after hours because quackity let you guys occasionally. Dream ran out of diamonds so instead of diamonds he offered his sword. Nightmare. Obviously like every other round won and took his sword home. 

Ever since then he wouldn't let sapnap or george talk to you and he himself wouldn't talk to you.

Which is why you're sitting here looking at the text from sapnap.

Sapnap: y/n please come over. I need a favor

Why was this man texting YOU behind his bestfriends back for one little favor- 

You were thinking of so many things he would ask you to do for him you zoned out.

Apparently you're not allowed to think for a moment because a couple seconds later you got another notification.

Sapnap: y/n hurry tf up- its important!

While you were walking to the best friend's shared house you started wondering if it was a trap.

your mind was racing with the possibilities of what's gonna happen when you arrive, some possibilities were even dirty…

When you got to the house you noticed only sapnaps horse was there which made you less terrified.

You walked in the house since it was just sapnap but when you looked up nobody was there.

“Sapnap?” you called out. 

The minute you yelled his name you heard a thud come from his room. 

Sapnap suddenly appeared in front of you; he seemed to be in some sort of pain.

“y/n i really trust you please promise me you wont judge what i'm about to say.” the texan said it surprised you that he let his guard down for a favor- he's usually “tough” and “masculine” but he's here right now asking, no. begging you not to judge him for a favor. 

“I won't sapnap what was so urgent?” you said hoping it was important enough to interrupt your time off from being security at quackity’s casino. 

 “I can't…undo something” he said looking down which made you look down but you didn't make it to the floor, you found something more interesting in sapnaps shorts.

“Sapnap-” you didn't mean to come off as scared but the look on sapnaps face made you realize that you looked scared- 

Sapnap looked like he had just seen a ghost. He looked more scared than i could possibly look-

“Im sorry” he kept repeating after the 3rd one i cut him off.

“It's ok sap- Calm down-” you said, getting closer to the man freaking out in front of you. 

He looked at you, also taking a step closer, looking down at you. you guys were now close enough you could feel his breath against your cheeks. 

“y/n can i-” he was cut off by you pressing your lips against his.

He put his hands on your hips pulling you closer to the point you could feel his boner through his pants and your skirt. 

“You look like such a whore” he said after pulling away from the kiss

“Says the one who texted me bc he didnt wanna jerk himself off” you said rolling your eyes and looking up at the taller man. 

The man caught you by surprise when he went after your neck. You could feel the heat from the blaze hybrids lips. 

Getting lost in the feeling of his lips on your neck made you let out a moan immediately covering your mouth right after. 

“No sweetheart i wanna hear you scream my name” he said dragging you over to the kitchen and bending you over the counter pulling up your skirt.

You heard the hybrid's pants drop to the floor and you arched your back to tease the man behind  you.

Your lighthearted teasing was interrupted when you felt a sting on your ass. He just SPANKED you. You didn't mind tho it felt good. Too good, you accidentally let out another moan. 

“Yeah i bet you like that you fucking slut.” his dick entered your pussy without any prep or warning. 

“Fuck! Sapnap-” you moaned and continued making lewd sounds while the male fucked you. 

“That's right scream my name baby” his thrusts got faster and deeper making more lewd sounds come out of you. 

“f-f-f-!” you couldn't ask him to go faster you could only moan, you were unable to talk. 

“Words darling” he slowed down his pace letting you speak.

“Faster please sir.” you finally were able to say.

“Anything for my pretty little slut” the man sped up his pace again going faster than before. 

You were lost in pleasure until you felt the male pull your hair making your back hit his chest. 

“Open your mouth darling” he looked into your eyes with nothing but lust. 

You did as you were told in fear of being denied an orgasm later on. So you opened your mouth and he spit in your mouth. 

“Swallow.” he told you and you did so smiling after. 

“breed me please” you mumbled not meaning to. 

“What was that sweetheart?” he cooed knowing exactly what you said. 

“Breed me!” you screamed out, the entire smp could probably hear. 

Sapnap went feral after those 2 words left your mouth. 

He fucked you faster and deeper than you could’ve imagined then you felt it. A knot in yout stomach ready to come undone. 

“C-cum” you moaned, closing your eyes. 

“Do it princess” he whispered in your ear

You came undone on his cock babbling random things even you didn't understand.

Quickly after sapnap came inside of you with one last thrust he pulled out. 

All of you and sapnaps thoughts were interrupted when the front door opened and there dream stood. 

[watchmegetobsessed]

The Hottest Avenger - Bucky Barnes

a/n: im warning you, i will probably not stop for a while with the bucky fics so... brace yourselves lol! also i wrote this before ep 5 came out so its placed in that time

pairing: Bucky X Reader

warnings: TFATWS spoiler, some violence? nothing extreme

word count: 1.8k

summary: Being locked together with Sam and Bucky brings the worst out of you, picking on each other constantly. Following an arguement Bucky accidentally calls you his girlfriend in front of Sam when your relationship was supposed to be a secret.

masterlist

“Did you fucking eat the last dumpling?” you accuse Sam, holding up the empty takeout box where you thought were one more dumpling, one you’ve saved for yourself, but now it’s gone as Sam is eyeing you with his mouth full.

“Thought it was mine,” he mumbles, his words barely understandable from all the food in his mouth.

Taking a deep breath you’re trying not to jump at his throat right then and there. You’ve been locked up together all damn day in the trashy apartment across the street from the building where’s Zemo supposed to be hiding. Sharon had a tip about a possible place where he might be found, but you’ve been waiting to no avail for now. You’ve been growing stressed and impatient. You lost track of Karli and her people and now you can’t seem to find Zemo either. If it wasn’t for the Dora Milaje, you wouldn’t bother to be so after the asshole, but Bucky said if Ayo finds him first, he is dead and every useful information he holds goes to the grave with him so now you are forced to look for him. One failed mission has been following the other these days, that incompetent dickhead John is on the loose too after murdering that man in front of civilians and you feel like control has slipped out of your grip a long time ago. Now you’re stuck with Sam and Bucky in this crappy place, waiting by the window, watching out for Zemo and on top of everything… Sam ate your last dumpling.

Just when you’re about to snap at him, you feel a strong grip on your shoulder. You don’t have to look up to know it’s Bucky right behind you, but not just because he is the only other person in the room beside you and Sam, but also because you know his touch probably more than anyone. Only that most of the times it’s not your shoulder he is gripping…

It’s been going on for a long time between the two of you. Started with just some innocent flirting and you never thought it would grow into something more significant, but it did. And now you are officially in a relationship with none other than the Winter Soldier, only that no one else knows about it and you plan to keep it that way. You don’t need the teasing and jokes and the Avengers are known to be dicks sometimes, especially Sam.

Glancing up your eyes meet Bucky’s blue irises and he sends you a look that says “just let it go”, and though every fiber in you wants to whoop Sam’s ass, you let it slip.

“Don’t tell me you’re gonna get mad about a dumpling,” Sam chuckles as he chews on the food that you should be enjoying right now.

“I can get mad about whatever I want to,” you growl back, growing quite irritated of him at this point.

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed,” he huffs under his breath, clearly not as bothered as he should be. Before you could do any harm in him, you leave your spot by the window, needing a breather from… well, from him.

“Hey, it’s still your turn!” he calls after you.

“I need a break,” you growl back.

“Get your ass back here, we agreed to switch every two hours!”

“Sam! I’m walking out because I’m way too tempted to punch you in the face right now!” you snap at him, losing your patience. He rises from his seat with a hard expression, not quite a fan of the way you just talked to him, but you couldn’t care less.

“You think you could actually throw one? Because last time we fought you couldn’t really get a hold of me,” he narrows his eyes at you, coming to stand tall in front of you, trying to intimidate you with how much taller and stronger he might be, but you both know you’re a better fighter.

“It’s easy to talk with your fancy tech stuff. Why don’t we see who wins in a simple battle?” you challenge him with faked boredom.

“Guys, stop. We should be looking out for Zemo, not tearing each other apart,” Bucky tries to end the staring contest, sticking his metal arm between the two of you in case any of you decides to launch at the other one.

“Then tell her to stop bitching!” Sam nods in your way.

“I’m not bitching, I’m just fed up with your bullshit!” you spat back at him, leaning closer, your chest coming in contact with Bucky’s extended arm.

“Don’t talk to her like that, Sam,” Bucky warns him, but Sam snorts dryly.

“Don’t tell me you are taking her side, she is throwing a fit for a fucking dumpling!”

“I’m not taking sides, just trying to settle this stupid disagreement here,” he defends himself and you roll your eyes.

“You can’t tell me she is not overreacting it, Buck!” Sam laughs in disbelief, taking a step back, dropping the act that he wants to fight you. He probably knows he would come out as a ridiculous loser. “This is fucking insane, I’m not in the mood to deal with your shit, Y/N,” he shakes his head.

“Hey!” Bucky snaps at him. “Don’t talk to my girlfriend like that, okay?!”

“I’m just—wait, what?!” Sam’s eyes widen and you freeze too.

Your dumbass boyfriend didn’t just out the two of you, did he? What else is about to come?! Sam’s shock turns into a cocky grin as his eyes shift between you and Bucky.

“You guys… you guys are fucking?” he asks with a delightful laugh and you close your eyes sighing, already tired of his shit.

“That’s not—We’re not fucking, I mean… It’s not like that,” Bucky stutters, but it’s just making it worse. He looks at you with terror in his eyes, but you are way too drained to deal with it the right way.

“Yes, we are fucking! And we are in a mature adult relationship! Get yourself over it!” you bark at Sam before turning around and walking out.

You faintly hear the two men talk inside, but you don’t make out the words. You don’t go too far, sitting on the steps leading up to the third floor. Soon enough you hear the door of the apartment open with a creak and a moment later Bucky shows up in your sight. He sits beside you, remaining silent for a little before speaking up.

“Sorry for running my mouth,” he mumbles, his head hanging low.

“It’s… fine,” you breathe out. Bucky fidgets with his fingers and you know he wants to touch you in any kind of way as a reassurance that it really is fine. You don’t want to hold a grudge, it was an accident, you’re just a little bummed it’s not gonna be just the two of you anymore. Reaching out you take his hand, the real one that’s flesh and meat and you lace your fingers together as he peeks at you, still reserved and hesitant.

“Is it really fine or are you just bottling it up?”

“It really is fine,” you chuckle softly and leaning closer you kiss his scruffy cheek. “The only reason I wanted to keep it a secret is because you know how vickery the guys can get. I just didn’t want them to pick on us.”

“They do it because they are just jealous,” he smirks playfully, his shoulder bumping against yours.

“Yeah? Of what?” A soft chuckle slips through your lips.

“That I scored the hottest Avenger,” he replies smugly and you can’t help but laugh with your head snapping back.

“I didn’t know you were fucking Thor!” you retort and immediately see his smirk vanish from his lips as he stares back at you, not enjoying your joke as much as you are.

“Thor? Really? Not this shit again, Y/N,” he narrows his eyes at you. Back when you were just skirting around each other, you loved pulling his leg, joking about how much you are into the hottest Avenger, aka Thor. He never appreciated it, usually earned you a tight-lipped smile before he mumbled “Tarzan’s got nothing on me” before walking away, leaving you laughing like a hyena.

“Come on, you know I’m more into super soldiers,” you grin, leaning closer as he pepper his sharp jawline with more small kisses.

“You know, it’s not the best thing to say to your boyfriend when there are now about eight more super soldiers running around,” he huffs.

“But none of them has a metal arm,” you point out, finally making him laugh.

“So that’s your kink? A vibranium arm?” he asks with faked shock and you curl your arms around his bicep, resting your chin on his shoulder.

“How haven’t you realized yet?” you chuckle. Bucky turns his head until his lips can capture yours in a sweet, lighthearted kiss that makes you forget about everything that’s been clouding over your mind these past days. All the failures, the mistakes and chaos fades into nothing, because you have him and he has you.

Walking back into the apartment Sam stares back at you, neither of you entirely sure how to act after what just happened. He then grabs his phone from the dusty table before holding it up.

“I could order some extra dumplings,” he offers and you crack a smile shaking your head. This was his peace offering, both of you knows he won’t straight up apologize for the way he talked, but this is already more than what you were expecting from him. Bucky must have had a few words with him before joining you outside.

“It’s all good.”

The three of you get back to work, taking your previous spots, returning to the task on hand as silence falls on the room once again. You catch Sam glancing at you and the Bucky and you can tell he is about to make a snarky comment on your relationship. And just as he is about to open his big mouth, Bucky moves to silence him, but you’re faster. With a simple move you throw Sam to the ground, keeping him down with your hand wrapped around his neck.

“Don’t even think about teasing, understood?” you hiss at him as he gasps for air, his hands wrapping around your wrist as he tries to fight you off, but you hold him a second longer to emphasize the importance of your words. Then you finally let go of him and he coughs for air, fixing him up from the floor as you simply walk back to your spot by the window.

“Hottest Avenger, huh?” he breathes out, revealing that he heard what you talked about out on the stairs. “More like the Avenger with the most anger issues…”

You just grin, glancing over at your boyfriend who is now standing with his arms crossed over his chest, not even bothered by his friend’s struggles on the floor as he smirks back at you, nodding proudly as if he was saying: “That’s my girl.”

Thank you for reading, please like and reblog if you enjoyed it!

[marahuyos]

anon asked: Im sorry, I don't know if you're open, if you aren't then feel free to ignore this :")

But if you are, this might be a random idea but can i get Diluc, Xiao and Childe's reaction when they learn that their GN! S/O has a natural skill to train slimes? I just think the vision of an adventurer reader constantly being followed by a small group of slime or them using them as pillows when they camp out is just too cute TwT

*:･ﾟ✧ this request is so cute hnnn i remember playing slime rancher a whole lot so this request makes me so happy <3

diluc x gn!reader, xiao x gn!reader, childe x gn!reader

tw: none

✧ Diluc Ragnvindr

• It was at your camp when Diluc found out about your natural affinity to garner slimes.

• Both of you just finished exterminating Abyss Mages in Windrise so you two ventured back to the Dawn Winery. The bad part is that it was nighttime, so you and Diluc had to make camp. It wasn't rare for you two to camp out, but it was the first few times that you and Diluc camped out together.

• You two act like an old-married couple but in the wilderness. Diluc fixes up the tent and prepares the ingredients while you start cooking. As much as you wanted Diluc to cook his signature steak, you settled for a hearty stew. Sometimes, if Diluc is feeling lighthearted, he wraps his arm around your waist and kisses your temple.

• These were the moments that you treasured. You know Diluc had a tough time showing emotion and you were proud of him for taking the step forward. The fact that you have his arms around you is also a bonus, though.

• You two enjoyed the moment together, feeling his warmth as you spooned his food into his bowl, you heard the rustling of grass. Diluc tensed, summoning his claymore as he placed himself in front of you. You appreciated the sight of his crimson hair and broad back if not for the fact that the monsters that showed up were mere slimes.

• You giggled when you heard Diluc's sharp sigh through his nose. You set down the bowls and touched Diluc's shoulder. "Let me handle this."

• He watches you in mild interest, watching you go near the slimes. He nearly stepped in when the three slimes are hopping closer but he froze when he sees you pet the slimes like they were dogs. The three little Dendro slimes cuddled up to you like puppies at you cooed at them.

• Diluc watched, flabbergasted at the sight. You looked so... in your element that he wondered if you did this normally. It was only a few conversations about slime training that you did do this normally and that you actually owned a ranch with a lot of slimes that you corralled by yourself.

• He's honestly impressed by how efficient your ranch is. Each slime is corralled depending on their element and the secretions that they emit are all sold to the people who need it, more specifically Albedo who never seems to not run out on slime excretions. Your entire ranch is perfect that he can't help but be proud of how much you accomplished.

• If you allow it, he also commissions you to get slime secretions specific for his drinks. He would be remiss not to use these slimes to the fullest advantage. Of course, he pays you always in full whenever he does and you giggle when Diluc gives you a knowing look when people compliment his newest concoction.

• If you roped in Diluc in ranching, he'd be a walking stick. He'd be so frozen on the spot that you had to bite your lip to prevent saliva from going everywhere when you laugh. It was funny to see the man use a vacuum only for the Geo slimes to hit his face. You're always there to bandage his scratched face and the excuse towards people and Kaeya is that he got stuck fighting a finicky Abyss Mage.

• But Kaeya ain't gonna let the image of a Geo slime slamming itself onto his brother's face go anytime soon.

✧ Xiao

• He found out when he was chasing off demon-possessed monsters.

• It was any normal night where Xiao has to purge the evil in the land of Liyue. Some Hilichurls, some Mitachurls, even the run-of-the-mill treasure hoarders causing too much trouble, Xiao continued on. During this night, he was busy chasing the last remaining Hilichurl, using his Anemo powers to keep up with it. He was at a much closer distance now, his arm tensing as he readied to plunge the monster--

• Plop plop! The sound of cryo slimes bouncing up towards the Hilichurl. In a comedic twist of fate, the slimes started clumping up to the monster, leaving it a shivery cold mess at it stopped itself from how cold it was. Xiao gently lowered himself on the ground, looking at the sight with a blank stare.

• Hearing the sound of footsteps, he brandished his spear, eyes flitting over to the perpetrator before it turned out to be you. You were holding a geo slime in your arms as more slimes followed you like puppies. Your eyes widened at the appearance of Xiao with his brandished spear and a Hilichurl getting cuddled to hypothermia by your cryo slimes.

• "Hi, honey?"

• It took you an hour, the first few minutes are you trying to pry Xiao from killing the slimes when they got too close to you, to show Xiao that you have a natural affinity to train slimes. You showed him your ranch and all of the slimes that you've trained so far. Xiao was like a confused cat, eyes widening at each new addition to your ranch. He has to confess on how obscure this talent was, even for mortal standards.

• Still, it puts his mind at ease when he knows that you're safe with a bunch of slimes at your side. Even with their soft bodies and brainless... brains, Xiao knows that they'll at least be a distraction for you to run away.

• But still, to see you so content with a dendro slime as a pillow, watching your relaxed smile... He wishes he had more to his thighs to allow you to sleep on him instead. He grits his teeth every time he has to look at your sleeping form, with a slime underneath your head looking just as content as you are.

✧ Childe

• Out of everyone here, I think Childe would be the least surprised considering at some point, his younger siblings tried to ranch slimes only to end up frozen and sitting next to the fireplace. After a stern lecture from both his parents and older siblings, he can't help but think that whoever would do the same thing would be way too idiotic--

• Oh wait, you do it? Childe thinks it's the cutest thing in the world! Disregard the admonished stares of his younger siblings, saying that he was a simp hypocrite. He loves it and you!

• He enjoys watching you tend to the slimes like they were your own kids. He's like a little kid, watching his older sibling do something cool. If you were able to squint, you could see a little bit of a glimmer shining in Childe's eyes as you teach him how to take care of the slimes.

• Regardless, he's an excellent student. He picks up on how to take care of slimes fast to the point that he could've been your permanent helper. He handles all the heavy lifting, such as moving heavy toys for the slimes to play with, the feed that slimes needed, lifting you up in the air and twirling you around like you two are newlyweds (honestly, the image of you two settling down in a slime farm seems like the best thing Childe could think of).

• If possible, he asks if you can expand your ranch towards Snezhnaya where his siblings can watch you work. He can practically see his younger siblings' faces as you taught them how to care of slimes amidst the freezing weather. Even when Childe has to walk off the jabs that they've done to his side for falling in love with a slime rancher, he's still thinking on what ring to get.

• Remember that he's a family man and he wants to settle down at some point. Sure, he has an insatiable bloodlust but when you came along, the hunger for violence dwindled down. Each time he sees you regard slimes like they were your own children, each time you slap slime secretion on his face to instigate a play fight, each time you kiss him when he comes back from his mission; all of those things made him remember that he wasn't Tartaglia or Childe. He was Ajax, with a light in his eyes and a bunch of slime children to wrangle.

• Of course, he's still a child at heart, so if he sees you getting comfy with a slime pillow, bet he's gonna yank that slime from under you and replace it with his thighs. His thighs are packin', at least better than Xiao's, and you can feel them tense if you run your fingers over them.

• This is why you lose precious sleep and have Childe do all your chores for you. And no he gets no payment in kisses.

[hernymills]

ftr im feeling a little better after talking to the pharmacist, who seemed patient with me and explained like don't keep taking all 30 of them if it doesn't still hurt like take it for the least amount of time possible, I can take Tylenol (which is the same thing as acetaminophen) with it but don't take ibuprofen or naproxen etc I had a lot of questions and she even asked if I had any more. Shout-out to the hero working at that Dillons pharmacy fr

What's the normal amount of time to wait between a root canal and a crown? Mine is May 19, I got them to schedule it beforehand when I pre-paid for the root canal bc I had the evaluation and x-rays in fucking January and am just now having the first appointment to address stuff fml

Am I supposed to brush that tooth in the meantime? I didn't have the presence of mind to ask before I left

That's the thing still bugging me I guess. I was a "perfect patient" to YOU. like don't get me wrong I would have been emotionally devastated if the dentist said I hadn't gotten an A in patient (which is normal to want and possible to achieve) but like... the way my neurodivergence manifests makes me less of a problem to others and more of a problem to myself I guess?

Like I asked about written instructions beforehand bc I kinda knew I was gonna be brain-busted afterwards and not in prime condition to be asking questions (which, is maybe harder for me even on a good day bc I trip over wording and whether my question is normal and whether I'm asking too many and I'm focused on whether retaining the information well enough at the same time that I'm trying to retain the information) and aaaa idk like at the beginning he said I'm in control and to let him know if I had any pain and then like I have a maybe different perception of pain so I don't really bring it up until it's Pain but I try to communicate before it's unbearable like it takes practice and is something I'm working on and I was trying to communicate sometimes like answer questions w YES or NO in ASL and he didn't seem to get it but I didn't want to move my head with tools in it so I tried to go more like thumbs up vs moving my fist as if it were a head shaking no bc idk I didn't have a good angle for thumbs down and at another point I was trying to tell him that the pain was growing (like the anaesthesia starting to wear off) by starting w smth that had been understood before, index and thumb held close together for "a little" and then for "growing" I like widened the gap between the fingers and he sort of got it but sort of didn't? I think he thought I was getting tired? idk he asked at the end of I know ASL and I said "some... mostly fingerspelling..." and idk I think he said that he didn't understand some of what I'd been trying to indicate but like he had a lighthearted tone abt it that irks me I dunno. like I was trying to keep up my end of the communication here, I had headphones on to help w some of the sounds but didn't turn up the audio far enough to actually drown out the drills and stuff in case he said something, bc usually when he did it was like... w no warning that he was about to say something so I'm turning it down fast and straining my audio processing disorder to figure out the question/command

Idk! Part of me thinks I'm taking this too seriously and part of me thinks I'm not taking this seriously enough. Should I say at these appointments that I'm autistic, and not only mention the ADHD that comes up anyway bc of the meds? Is it like a masking thing, that I don't seem like someone who actually needs that accommodation I asked for or smth? It's so frustrating, I have no idea whether this all is totally nbd to neurotypicals and they'd have no problems advocating for themselves in appointments or whether they'd need to or what. Would they just be totally chill about taking a med they haven't been on before, without the prescribing dentist saying anything about it? Would they have just talked past all the hardware in their mouth? Speaking up is hard for me without physical barriers damn!!

I asked for them to write down instructions, they didn't do that. Just verbally told me not to eat on that side (I don't have lower teeth on the other side)

Like should I have asked what prescription when they asked what pharmacy instead of assuming it'd be something I'm familiar w? Am I supposed to know what to do w once-daily celecoxib 30 of them? Am I supposed to just take them every day until the crown appointment? Well, 1 week short of that appointment.

They said ibuprofen I could have w it right? My brain was already busted at that point bc of the stress of the root canal I don't remember w confidence

Fuck I forgot to ask whether I should brush there or like skip that tooth yknow

Fuck it already hurts and the numbing is wearing off fast