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tiredofthehumanlife · 3 months ago

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I like Oreos and pussy, yes in that order.

Barbie dolls:Spencer Reid x gn! Reader

Word: 2 k

Summary: you and Spencer are secretly dating behind the gangs backs

Warnings: flights make you uneasy, sex jokes, mentions of you and Spencer sleeping together, mentions of eating, you make a joke within the realm of suicide and or murder but I mean you watch criminal minds so, insinuated with one sentence you're shorter than Spencer but maybes he's like standing on the bed you don't know,

Flights home after a long case were your favorite part. Although it was a bit strange to like something like that, it felt peaceful. You just watched a criminal get put in handcuffs and you all knew there was at least one less dangerous person out there hurting others. You could all rest knowing you did a good job. You weren’t worried about another killer yet. That worry met you at the bureaus’ front doors, but for now, it was peaceful. You also quite enjoyed sitting in the jet with your closest friends.

Spencer rarely shares his couch with others but you made the cut. You’d sit at the foot of the couch and he would throw his legs into your lap. He’d even cover your lap with his blanket. You usually stared at the ceiling or read a book on the rides home. Flights made you uneasy. Even with all the practice you had.

Eventually, after Reid’s nap, you were all piling into the elevator to head down to the car garage. Penelope joined you guys, digging into her purse to hand Derek a KitKat. You wobbled on your feet from your exhaustion directly over the crack of the elevator. Spencer reached out and pulled you into the elevator safely, tugging you to his side. He didn’t really need to, there where no one else to go. Strangely enough, fitting eight people into one elevator made things a little cramped. Spencer held onto your forearm, holding it to his side. It was impossible for anyone to see it, but he still got to hold you upright.

“How do you guys feel about a late dinner?” Penelope asked, staring down at her phone to type out a message before dropping it back into her purse. Emily nodded. JJ groaned.

“Please! I’ve been so hungry since we left the hotel.” JJ said, raising her clenched hands at the sky. Hotch harrumphed.

“I told you to take a snack onto the plane,” Hotch said, glancing over at JJ with a raised eyebrow. You’d seen him use the look before on Jack when he left his coat at home.

“Uh-oh, Aaron pulled out his dad voice,” Rossi muttered, making Derek snort. Hotch glared at Rossi.

“I’ll go, Jack’s probably already asleep,” Hotch said, responding to Penleope’s earlier question. Derek hummed. He tossed his arm over Penelope’s shoulders.

“I’ll come with you, baby girl,” Derek said to Pelenope, kissing her cheek. Emily turned her head to look back at Pelenope.

“You know I’m always in for food,” Emily said, shoving her hands into her coat pockets. Your eyes drooped and you resisted the urge to lean your head on Spencer’s shoulder.

“Hm? What about you two?” Penelope asked, looking over at you and Spencer. Spencer kept his eyes on his watch before shoving his hand back into his pocket.

“Can’t,” Spencer answered. The elevator stayed quiet as they waited for him to elaborate. You nudged Spencer with your elbow. He jerked away from you, rubbing his side.

“Oh, I, uh, have a date. I can’t cancel. We’ve rescheduled three times.” Spencer added, pinching your forearm where no one could see. You glared at him, yanking your arm away from him. Derek slapped Spencer on the shoulder.

“My man,” Derek said, shaking Spencer’s shoulder. Spencer hid his smile, staring at the floor.

“They grow up so fast,” Rossi said, placing his hand over his heart. Emily snorted. Penelope dropped her jaw and stared at Spencer.

“And you didn’t tell me?” She asked. JJ patted Penelope’s shoulder in support.

“So how long have you and this mystery person been dating?” JJ asked. Spencer shrugged, eyes still on the floor.

“Couple months.” Derek lost his mind at that. He did a little hop that made everyone’s hands shoot out for the walls, searching for stability. He gripped both of Spencer’s shoulders and shook him back and forth, once again making the elevator unstable. You pulled away from Spencer, holding onto Emily for support. She kept one arm holding onto you and the other holding onto the handles on the wall.

“Morgan,” Hotch said, his voice a little less stable than it usually was. Derek pulled away from Spencer. He cleared his throat. Slowly you all pulled away from the walls, standing up straight. You still kept close to Emily, not sure if Derek would freak out if he found out you and Spencer had also watched a movie together. How scandalous.

“Ignoring that Spencer totally left us out on important news, What about you? Are you coming with us to late dinner?” Penelope asked. You frowned.

“Rossi, do me a favor?” Rossi groaned loudly. “Can you ask me the same question? I can’t say no to Penelope.” Penelope whined at your words, stomping her heel. You gave her a sad face.

“What? Why can’t you come?” Penelope asked. You groaned, nodding your head.

“I know, I know. But Spencer is my ride,” literally and figuratively. “And-“ Derek cut you off.

“I’ll drive you home.” He said, raising his hand like you asked who would take Spencer’s place. You shook your head.

“Very tempting, but alas; I have a lover awaiting my return.” You said, touching your heart like Rossi did earlier.

“What?! You’re hiding a date from us too?” JJ asked, making Penelope gasp loudly. You shook your head.

“No!” Yes. “I was speaking of my bed. I miss her warm embrace.” You sighed and shook your head, staring off into the distance. Penelope sighed.

“I suppose I’ll allow you to skip family dinner night for rest, but just this once. You’re coming next time.” Penelope said, sticking her finger up at you. You held your hands up in surrender. JJ joined in, pointing her finger at you too.

“And you’re going to like it.” Her ‘L’ in Like getting caught behind her teeth and adding a threatening tone to her sentence. You pulled back, retreating back to Spencer.

“Help me, Spencer. They are acting strangely.” Spencer rolled his eyes. You smiled at JJ and Penelope as the elevator doors dinged open to the garage. Spencer stepped out first. You quickly followed after him, jogging to meet his pace again. The others waved bye to you two as they all stopped by the elevator to decide where they were going to eat. Once you and Spencer turned the corner out of their view, you moved closer to him. He pulled his arm over your shoulders, leading you to the car and letting you rest a little.

“They don’t know right?” You muttered into his sweater. Spencer shook his head.

“No way. Penelope would be the first to know and she seemed genuinely shocked when I said I was dating someone.” Spencer said, slipping his hand under the strap of your bag. You twisted out of his hold, letting him keep the bag. He slung it over his shoulder, the bag sitting on top of his crossbody bag.

“I just don’t want to deal with the paperwork, not to mention it’s actually quite nice not having people in our business. I don’t know how many jokes I can handle from Derek.” You said, stretching your arms over your head. Spencer pulled his phone from his bag. He started typing out a response to a text, probably Penelope telling him he was missing out or Derek congratulating him on the date again. He stuck his hand out for you. You moved back towards him, dropping your hand in his. Spencer intertwined his fingers with yours as he finished his message.

“Yeah, not sure what Derek will do when he finds out about our promiscuity,” Spencer muttered, pulling you back towards the car. You snorted.

“Right, he loses it when he finds out you’ve been dating someone for months, wait until he finds out about the night after we tried to make madeleines.” You said, rolling your eyes. You both dropped your hands and moved to opposite sides of the car. Spencer stopped by the backseat door, opening it to drop both your bags in the back. He swung open the driver’s door after closing the backseat. He dug his keys out of his pocket.

“That was a good night. I’m not telling Derek about that.” Spencer said, settling into the driver’s seat. You followed suit, plopping yourself in the passenger’s. You shrugged.

“I’m telling Pelenope. Unless you don’t want me to disclose that information.” Spencer shoved the key into the ignition. He hummed.

“As long as it’s, you know, praise. I think it’ll be fine.” You smiled, patting his shoulder.

“No, it’s definitely praise, baby. Please be serious here.” You said, snorting and looking back out the window. The ride home was easy. You got a sudden burst of energy when you saw your front door, skittering out of the car to get inside. You pulled your shoe off. You stumbled with the second and ended up a few steps away from the rack. You finally got it off and flung it towards the rack of shoes already there. You watched it skid and knock Spencer’s house shoes out of line. You ignored it and your face planted into the nearby couch, your legs sticking out over the arm. You heard the door open and close again. Spencer slipped his shoes off, leaving both of your bags by the door. He walked over to the couch, slapping your calf.

“Up. Up. You can’t sleep on the couch, you know you’re going to regret it in the morning.” Spencer said, leaning on the side of the couch. You groaned, hugging the couch pillow closer to you.

“Oh shut up, Left brain. Right brain is going to dream of rainbows and cupcakes.” You said, words muffled by the pillow. Spencer smacked your calf again.

“And a kink in the neck,” Spencer said, resting his head on his shoulder. You smirked and looked up at him.

“I got plenty of those already.” You said. Spencer glared at you. He leaned down and slipped his arms under yours. You laughed at your own joke, snorting and smacking the side of the couch.

“Alright, up you go.” He said. Spencer pulled you up, forcing you to sit up.

“Ugh. Carry me.” You groaned. Spencer pulled back and shook his head,

“No.”

“You hate me. You want me dead.” You flung yourself back onto the couch in dramatics.

“No, I do not,” Spencer said, resting his hand on his hip. You nodded.

“I had to read between the lines but it’s what you said.” You said. He knew you were joking. You knew you were joking, but you still sent him a wink to make sure. Spencer groaned and turned on his heel.

“You’re massaging that kink out of your neck on your own in the morning,” Spencer said, walking off the the bedroom. You shot up off the couch, following after him.

“Will you still massage me if I don’t have a hurt neck?” You asked, pulling his arm over your shoulder again. Spencer pressed his lips together.

“I’ll think about it.” He whispered. You cheered and clapped your hands.

“Take that mystery person, he’s massaging my neck. Not yours, loser.” You flipped off the mirror in the hall and pranced after Spencer into the bedroom. He rolled his eyes at you.

“Yeah, Penelope will never figure it out with you talking like that,” Spencer said, leaning down to kiss your cheek lightly. You nodded your head.

Eventually, you were both in your sleep clothes and pulled tightly to the other under the sheets. You slept like a well-rested toddler. Spencer said he woke up with your hand in your face but you told him you just missed looking at it in your sleep. You just felt his face like braille so you could imagine it while you slept. Spencer did not entertain your theory, bringing up the data on strange sleep positions and dreams. You actually quite liked hearing about it and mentioned one of the facts later to Derek. Which, of course, made Spencer blush and hide behind his book.

Really short part two

#spencer reid x you #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x you

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utahimeow · 1 year ago

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cw — reader and gojo have a daughter, established marriage, gojo is sad but reader comforts him

satoru gojo is not a man of many fears. heights, spiders, needles, death—fearing these is alien to a man who’s looked death itself in the eye and refused to let it touch him. however the words that his five-almost-six year-old daughter just uttered send shivers down his spine.

he’s frozen, eyes wide, face pale. he thinks his lungs stop working and his heart stops beating.

big, blue eyes round as a bug’s stare up at him, oblivious to the implications of it all.

the sentence echoes in his head like a taunt. he thinks he’ll hear it in his nightmares tonight.

then, her little hand as she tugs on his pant leg yanks him back to reality.

“daddy, i said my tooth fell out!”

satoru gulps, gaze falling to the crumb of bone in her hand, then to the tiny gap that’s now in the front of her mouth.

he didn’t think it would happen so soon.

you’re home from work not long later and the girl rushes to greet you at the door, screeching with delight to announce the loss of her tooth to you.

you’re gasping dramatically, gathering her up in your arms as she gives you a gummy smile so wide her eyes scrunch shut. staring at her is like looking in a mirror, a perpetually perfect reflection of you and your love combined into one small being.

“it didn’t hurt, did it?” you ask her.

“nope! i didn’t even cry,” she tells you, beaming with pride.

“oh, how brave you are,” you tell her, kissing her soft cheeks, grinning as her giggles bubble throughout the entire foyer.

she wriggles out of your grasp and then she’s off again, bounding back upstairs to her room to the pile of plushies upon her bed so she can continue to brew up tales and backstories for each of them. now that both her mother and father have heard her big news, she’s satisfied enough for it to no longer need to be on her mind.

you’re not surprised to find satoru in the kitchen, rummaging through the snack cupboard. you are surprised at the fact that he doesn’t turn to greet you like he always does. with a pout, you stride over to his towering frame and snake your arms around his slender waist, pressing yourself flush to him.

“hi, lover,” you hum.

in your embrace, satoru becomes lighter. the tension in his hard muscles lifts, his shoulders dropping, his back shedding the weight of the world.

“hi, pretty,” he replies, uncharacteristically quiet, yet somehow his voice still drips with affection for you.

“what’s the matter?” you ask him. you’re well aware of your husband’s melodramatic nature, and it’s because of that that you don’t find yourself worrying over his state of despair. still, you’re rather filled with a curiosity—what minuscule nonsensical issue has him down today? did they discontinue his favourite kitkat flavour?

hands migrating up his torso and finding his chest, you squeeze your fingers into the fat of his pectorals. in the blink of an eye, satoru is facing you and his cold hands have grabbed hold of your wrists. he grins down at you softly, amused by your antics as always, but you blink again and his face drops, growing almost grave.

“talk to me,” you urge, prying. his soft grasp leaves your wrists, moving to envelop your hands which drown in his. he brings them to his lips, kissing at your fingertips, making your heart beat in your ears and your face grow hot. it’s strange to think he once shrivelled away from your affection, convinced he was not worthy of it.

“how was work?” he asks.

“fine. good. same as always,” you tell him. “but you’re avoiding my question. and your feelings.”

he shakes his head, a child through and through. “tell me about your day.”

“satoru,” you say, stern, and it feels like you’re scolding your daughter for not listening to you. “i hate it when you’re… off like this.”

his eyes pierce through yours then, filled with unspoken apology. then, he exhales, long and hard, a sigh that’s heavy with weariness. for you, he’s learned to surrender.

“our daughter losing her tooth today made me realise that she’s getting older and i can’t stop it,” he admits.

you sigh along with him, half relieved that your conscience had been right in believing that it wasn’t anything serious. well, in the sense that no one had died. the rest of you knows he’s not being irrational. since becoming a father, and even before that, when having children was just a distant fantasy for him, an anxiety had lived inside of him. an anxiety of fucking up, of being inherently unsuited to fatherhood, of the idea that she may suffer the consequences of him being her father.

and now, a new anxiety sprouts.

“true, but we get to watch her grow, satoru. don’t you think that’s amazing?”

he stays silent, mouth forming an absentminded pout.

“i just keep thinking about when she was a baby… how tiny she was, how she would waddle around, and drool on my chest. soon she won’t be my little girl anymore, you know?”

“satoru,” you say firmly. your hands curl around the back of his neck, scratching at the snowy hairs of his undercut. “she’ll always be your little girl. i know that because she’s your whole world, and you’re hers. she may never be that little baby again, but she’ll never be as little as she is now either, so love and cherish her now instead of moping about the inevitable passage of time.”

satoru smiles a dopey smile at you, the same one his daughter has.

“i’m so glad i married you,” he says. his hands are warm now as they settle on your lower back, dipping down, down, down.

you roll your eyes at him, opening your mouth to reply with something witty, but he beats you to it.

“i’m being serious now, baby. you always know what to say when i’m being stupid.”

“when you’re being overdramatic, you mean,” you say, grinning playfully.

“hey, it just shows that i care, doesn’t it?”

you pull him down to your face by his neck and kiss him, moulding your lips against his, tender and warm and home. it’s not just his thoughts that melt away when he kisses you, it’s his entire head, until all that’s left is a man with nothing but his wife on his mind, heart beating for no reason other than to keep him alive so that he can keep thinking about you.

briefly, you pull away, in spite of how he chases your lips with his, because he could kiss you until the end of time and you could do the very same, but there’s something weighing on your mind suddenly.

“if you want a second baby i can make that happen, by the way,” you tell him, your hips pressing against his.

“oh, now you want another one? but every time i ask for one i get an earful? heh,” he says, quirking a brow, but unfortunately for him he’s hard in his pants in an instant.

“yeah, but now i feel bad for you.”

“babe, i don’t want a kid out of pity!”

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo imagine #gojo fanfic #gojo satoru imagine #gojo satoru fanfic #jjk imagine #jjk x reader #jjk fanfic #꒰ lovers. ꒱ — gojo

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kaliforniahigh · 3 months ago

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Starting to date Noah and sneakily avoiding any food related get togethers or saying you aren't hungry all the time. Redirecting date ideas to something unrelated to food. Texting with him and telling him that you aren't hungry even though he knows you only had a coffee and a muffin today. Thinking he doesn't notice because he's a guy after all. Little do you know that he's asked the guys if they have noticed how you never eat around them. Maybe he notices a calorie tracker on your phone. After he confronts you, he learns that you're extremely uncomfortable eating in front of people, in public especially, because ex's have made comments about your weight. Never being completely comfortable eating around people but he likes to leave you little premade snacks and seeing the empty container makes him feel better.

Honestly I'm terrible for having a single coffee a day, eating maybe 3 times a week. Mostly I'm just busy but there is always a little voice in my head saying that I haven't burned enough calories to be eating anything.

Thank you for trusting me with this request <3 Please seek help if you need to, we care about you and we want to see you happy and healthy!

Warnings: this story deals with eating disorder and a toxic relationship (not with Noah), hospitals and fat-shaming comments directed at reader.

Requests are closed for now.

WC: 2.3k

"You're not putting that in the cart", you heard a voice behind you.

You usually skipped the junk food isles whenever you went to the grocery store. You didn't know why you stopped this time, but you were hoping he wouldn't find you. It was just your luck that your boyfriend showed up right behind you as you grabbed a package of Oreos.

"I wasn't going to, was just looking at it", you put the Oreos back on the shelf.

"Those have around 471 calories, we don't need that going into your body", he told you as he grabbed a pack of KitKats and dropped in the cart. You wanted to tell him those have 518 calories, but you kept your mouth shut.

It was always like this, he could eat whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted, but deprived you of the basic pleasures of life, like eating an Oreo for dessert.

You rarely went out to eat, him telling you that restaurants didn't use good quality ingredients, therefore, the food wasn't healthy and there was too much grease. Instead, you stayed wholed up in your house, eating whatever bland food he made for you.

Even now, a year after ending this relationship, you still held on to some habits, like checking the calories on things before you bought them and avoid eating fried food. But eating in front of people was the habit that was the hardest to let go of. You knew they most likely didn't give a shit or didn't even pay attention to you, but you couldn't help but feel their eyes on you, judging how much you could eat.

You hated the person he made you become. You were never like this as a kid. Your parents always made you feel comfortable in your own skin. Family gatherings always consisted of a lot of food, made and assembled on the table with love and care by your family members. And you weren't shy about eating and tasting all of it.

Now, you couldn't fathom the though of eating a whole burger by yourself.

That's why when you met Noah and his friends, you felt such whiplash from the behavior patterns you were used to in your last relationship.

You soon noticed that when they ordered food, they ordered food for real. They were a big group of people, but still, it looked like the amount of food could feed an army. You could always get away without eating in these social gatherings, everyone was so focused on their own food and conversations that they didn't even notice you not eating.

When Noah asked you out on your fist date, you specifically told him to not take you out to eat at a restaurant. You made up a lie about you having a lot of food allergies. So he took you to the Santa Monica pier, that way, you could choose whatever you wanted to eat.

You popped a couple of popcorns in your mouth - it was the healthiest option you could find - and when he finished his hot dog and excused himself to the bathroom to wash his hands, you dumped the popcorn in the nearest trash can.

That was almost six months ago and you thought you were so unsuspecting with your eating habits, that is until you were strolling through the supermarket with Noah.

He noticed you grabbed a lot of things from the shelves, looked over the packaging and put it back. By the third time he saw you doing this, he couldn't help but ask.

"Baby, what are you doing?", he asked you and noticed you freezing a little at his question.

"What do you mean?" you tried to buy yourself some time to come up with an excuse as to why you were looking over the nutrition facts on everything you wanted to buy.

"If you want anything, you can just put it in the cart, no problem", he told you as he walked closely behind you through the isle.

"It's ok, I can't eat any any of these things anyway, the calories are out of this world", you kept walking, not even noticing what you just said and that Noah completely came to a halt behind you.

"Baby", he called out to you and you looked back at him, he walked the couple of steps to reach you, leaving the cart behind and standing in front of you. "Were you checking the calories on every food you picked up?", he grabbed your face in his hands as he asked you the question.

"N-no, it wasn't that", you answered, but stuttered and he could tell you were lying.

"You don't have to look at that shit, if you want to eat it, we can buy it, the damn calories don't make a difference"

His words were sweet and you could tell he was worried, but you wished it was that simple. Your mind just can't get past all the scoldings if you even dared to take a look at the foods he forbid you from eating, or the way he made you weigh yourself weekly to see if you gained any weight.

"Can we talk about this later?", you told him in a small voice, not wanting to discuss this in the middle of the supermarket isle, or ever, actually.

"We'll talk about it when you're ready", he gave you a peck on the lips and dropped the subject for the moment. You breathed a sigh of relief and held yourself back from grabbing anything from the shelves.

After this day, Noah kept a close eye on you, noticing how you kept to your water instead of eating anything with the guys when they were over having lunch or dinner, or how you left before or after luch or dinner time whenever it was just the two of you.

So he decided to talk to Nicholas about it.

"Have you noticed anything strange with Y/N lately?" he asked his best friend when they were sitting on the couch playing Mario Kart one night.

"No, dude. Should I have noticed something?", Nicholas asked back. Noah was sure he wasn't imagining things.

"We were buying stuff at the supermarket the other day and I noticed she was looking at the packages of everything she picked up from the shelves", he started to explain, and Nicholas paused the game so he could pay attention to what Noah was saying.

"So I questioned her about it and she said something about calories, and then I realized that she was checking the nutritional facts to decide if she would buy it or not. So I started to pay attention and noticed that she doesn't eat anything around us or me", he gave a big sigh of frustration. He wanted to confront you about it, but didn't want you to run for the hills.

"I offered her some chicken wings the other night but she refused them", Nicholas pointed out to him.

"Can you just keep an eye on her? Just to make sure I'm not making things up in my head?" Nicholas nodded and assured him he would say something if he noticed anything strange.

The days went by and you kept to the same pattern, until one day when Noah was sitting in the studio, working on new music and his phone rang beside him. Looking at the caller ID, he saw it was your mother giving him a call.

It wasn't unsual for them to talk, but they never called each other, choosing to stick to text messages intead. He picked up the phone as soon as he saw it was her.

"Hey, what's up?" he greeted, heart beating faster for no reason at all.

"Hey, Noah. I can't explain right now, but Y/N is in the hospital. She's fine, but I think she needs to see you", her voice was calm and that's what helped not alarm him too much. He got up from the chair and didn't bother putting his sneakers on, opting for the sliders already on his feet.

"I'll be there in a minute", he told her.

"I'll be waiting for you at the entrance", he gave a hum of acknowledgment and hung up the phone.

His head ran over a million possibilities of what could've happened to you, but he tried to keep himself from going crazy on the drive to the hospital. Your mom said you were fine, and he trusted her.

Sure enough, she was waiting for him at the entrance, wanting to talk to him before he went into your room. He approached her and they hugged as a greeting.

"Listen, I know you've probably noticed Y/N's eating habits by now", she told him and he nodded. "She is gonna tell you all you need to know, just please be patient with her. I know you're a good man and she's gonna need your support right now"

"I'll do anything she needs me to do" he reassured her.

"I know you are. She is in room 102" she told Noah and he got inside the hospital, stopping at the reception and then being led to your room.

He opened the door and saw you laying there on the bed. The sight broke his heart. You looked fragile and a little embarassed.

"Hi, baby" he said in a soft tone, not wanting to alarm you, as he took a seat on the chair, scooting over closer to your bed.

"Hey, there. I guess I owe you an explanation", you looked at him with a guilty look on your face.

"What happened, baby?", he took your hands in his and gave you his full attention.

"Apparently I'm very anemic", you let out a sarcastic laugh. "Before I met you, I had a boyfriend", you dived straight into it, not giving you the time to talk yourself out of this. "He was very controlling, specially with what I ate. He always told me he wasn't the kind of guy to date overweight girls", you felt his grip on your hand tighten at your words.

"He made me check the calories on everything I bought at the supermarket, hence why I was doing it that day. He would get very annoyed if I even looked at unhealthy foods in front of him. He made me weigh myself in front of him every week to make sure I didn't gain weight"

You closed your eyes, tears stinging them and threating to fall down your cheeks. But you kept going regardless.

"He was cruel because he ate everything I couldn't in front of me. To this day, I really do believe it was a form of psychological torture. I finally had the guts to break up with him after talking with my mom and my therapist", you looked at him and saw his brows were furrowed, you could tell he was angry about everything this man put you through.

"But old habits die hard and I guess I haven't fully realized I'm not in that place anymore. Everytime I reach for something at the supermarket or anytime you guys order food or we have a barbeque, his voice and his insults echo in my head all over again, and I can't help it but let it consume me"

"If I'm being honest with you, I just wanna bash this dude's head in right now", he said through gritted teeth. He couldn't fathom anyone putting their partner through this kind of thing.

"I heard he moved out of the country a few months back" you told him and he was actually glad, because he was already making plans in his head on how to find this guy and give him a piece of his mind.

"What can I do to help you?", he decided to change the topic of conversation to what you needed right now. He was going to focus on you.

"Going to therapy weekly again is a must. And try to get out of my comfort zone. In another words, I really have to start and try to eat more and more regularly" you told him and you could see the gears in his head turning.

"Here's what we're gonna do: you're gonna make a list of everything you're comfortable eating, and I'm gonna make you meals and snacks with those. You don't have to eat in front of me if you don't want to, I just need to know you're eating. And then the foods that trigger you, we can work on them together along with your therapist to make sure you're safe with eating them again" he had a whole game plan set out, and your eyes welled with tears for a different reason this time.

"It might take a while" you warned him.

"We have forever to work on it" he leaned over you to plant a kiss on your forehead.

The weeks following, he kept a close eye on you, but made sure to not crowd you. He had various snacks in different containers in the fridge for you to grab whenever you felt hungry, and you made an effort to put the empty containers on the countertop so he could see you were eating them.

Therapy felt good and soon you were finding yourself getting out of your shell more and more. You and Noah went on your first dinner date, and you finally got to taste Matt's amazing barbeque. Drinking beer again was amazing, and you would never forget the taste of having a sweet treat after a long day, or after a delicious meal.

You got to experience what a real relationship felt like, how it was to have supportive people around you. You no longer felt like you were being watched and judged, instead, they encouraged you to be yourself with no shame.

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mangostarjam · 4 months ago

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study break — kaiju no. 8, hoshina soshiro x reader, established relationship, it's just fluff, "love" as a pet name, 700ish words

for 🧸 anon

"Soshiroooooo."

Hoshina Soshiro pauses at the door, but you only bury your head further into your arms resting on your desk. He comes closer and sets a small plate of sliced apples by your elbow, where there's still some space. Papers are crumpled everywhere, haphazardly, books pinned open with whatever was at hand at the time — a half eaten bag of strawberry matcha kitkats, Soshiro's nearly empty coffee mug from this morning, your pencil case with highlighters spilling out —

"Soshirooo, save me," you whine, interrupting his mental catalogue of your desk. The soft glow of your lamp washes over both of you as he leans closer. "I don't know how to read anymore."

Soshiro laughs and slides his calloused hands along your shoulders, slipping them beneath the thin straps of your tank top. And then — there's no other word for it — you melt as he begins massaging the stiffness from your muscles. "My poor lil love," he says fondly. "That sounds pretty bad."

You tilt your head to look at him and pout. Even with dark circles beneath your eyes, you're criminally cute, and Soshiro has to resist the urge to pinch your ear. "How am I gonna take these tests if I can't read, Soshiro?"

"You're a smart one," Soshiro digs his thumbs into your shoulders and you groan. The corner of his lips lift in a lopsided smile. "You'll figure it out."

"I'm gonna fail," you sigh. You reach for his hand to press a soft kiss to his palm and his heart does a funny little skip. "Will you still love me if I'm illiterate?"

"I'd love ya to the end of the world," Soshiro says easily. You press his palm against your cheek and your elbow bumps into the plate he brought in.

"What's this?" you dislodge his hands as you sit up to grab the plate. "Did you really cut them into little bunnies? This is so cute!"

"Only the best for you," he says, stealing a slice and popping it into his mouth. The fruit is crunchy and sweet, its juice flooding his tongue as you copy him and hum with pleasure.

"I should take a pic and send this to your friends!"

"Please don't," Soshiro snorts. "You're gonna ruin my rep."

"But they deserve to know how amazing you are," you say seriously. You turn your seat so you're facing him properly, hooking your legs behind his ankles so he's standing as close to you as possible while you're still sitting in a chair. "Soshiro, these apple bunnies are a work of art! They belong in the — mmph!"

Soshiro sticks another apple slice in your mouth and holds it there as you chomp down on it, shooting him a halfhearted glare for interrupting your passionate speech. You look cute with your cheek all puffed up with chewing, but he knows better than to mention it now. "If ya learn how to read again, maybe I'll teach ya how to cut 'em like that."

You finish the apple and shake your head adamantly, still chewing. He waits patiently as you swallow, cupping your cheeks with both hands when you're done and squishing your lips together as you laugh. Your smile is so wide he feels like he's got the world in his hands.

"I only want apple bunnies from you."

"Alright, if ya finish your study session early tonight, I'll give ya a kiss."

You frown beseechingly and your hands come up to play with the hem of his loose sleep shirt. "But I've got a billion more pages to go!"

"Sleep's part of the job, too," he flicks your forehead lightly and chuckles when you pout. "The rest of it'll still be here tomorrow."

"Alright," you sigh, though you show zero signs of letting him go, "I'll remember this when you're the one staying up too late working."

"Is my reward gonna be the same?" Soshiro asks. You giggle.

"With your work ethic I think I'll need to come up with something bigger to pull you away from your desk," you tug on his shirt and he snorts. Your smile softens. "Thanks for the snack, love."

That's just unfair. He sighs, smirking to himself when you tilt your head in confusion. "This doesn't count," he mutters, leaning down to give you a slow, sweet kiss. You sigh into his mouth and he huffs in exasperation, pulling away reluctantly.

"Is it bedtime already?" you ask teasingly. Soshiro pinches your ear lightly.

"Shut up and eat your apples."

#hoshina soshiro x reader #soshiro x reader #hoshina x reader #kaiju no. 8 x reader #hoshina soshiro #fuji writes fic #sorry. bringing sliced fruit to someone studying is a love language to me #i hope this is still in character my brain has felt like mush lately bc of work #but yes he has cuteness aggression

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attapullman · 3 months ago

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Oh my god, okay, I NEED "being shocked that they eat something in a peculiar way (like the whole how to eat a Kitkat debate)" With Rhett pllleeeaaassseee?? 🥰 p.s. I adore you

Rhett 🤝 silly prompts.

That man is ridiculous and I love him. How dare he be adorable when doing things that make me want to smack him in the head!

P.S. I adore YOU!!!

Drabble Day

"What are you doing?!"

Mountain blue eyes widen at you, his mouth frozen around a bite of mozzarella. The tiny cheese stick is dwarfed in his hand, a quick snack before he continues cleaning out the horse stalls.

Thin lips pull back, pursing as he glances at the cheese before back at you. “Eatin’?”

“Clearly.” Such a Rhett response that you can’t help but roll your eyes. “You don’t eat string cheese that way, you monster.”

The expanse of smooth skin between his brows crinkle, that familiar face of confusion taking over his features. It’s almost as if you have a X-ray into his brain, watching him battle whether you’re pulling a trick on him or not. He got you pretty good last week with that ghost prank when the generator failed. Those two remaining brain cells from years of bull riding are working hard when he finally locks eyes with you.

“It’s fuckin’ cheese, how else are ya supposed to eat it?” Rhett thrusts the tiny white snack at you, fingers fumbling over each other as he towers over you to watch.

He’s mesmerized and bewildered as he observes you peel back a tiny bit of the cheese, the grain of the mozzarella exposed as you hand him the thin string. “It’s the ‘string’ in string cheese.”

His hand claps around the back of his neck, scratching the sweat-drenched hairs stuck to the skin. Cheeks tinged a delicate pink from embarrassment at not knowing. You feel bad he had a whole childhood devoid of string cheese. He’s speechless as you hand him back his snack, patting him on the chest good naturedly.

You’re already back to looking for your own snack when you feel the full force of a cowboy hug sweep you from behind. “I ever tell ya that your my fav’rite?”

#drabble day #rhett abbott x reader #tw food

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kallietell · 27 days ago

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Chocolate for the road

Carmen has been concealing her massive gain, but when her best friend Mindy notices just how tight Carmen's Halloween costume is, she can't keep her thoughts to herself.

“Are you sure that's what you’re wearing?” came a voice from behind Carmen. “Like absolutely sure? Cause that costume is a little…tight.”

Carmen froze, her hand still gripping the Kitkat bar she’d been scouring the oversized candy bowl for. She dropped it guiltily then turned slowly to face her accuser, the seams of her overtaxed outfit creaking with the effort.

Carmen knew she’d been putting on weight lately, but with the cooling weather and the increased stress at her remote job, she’d been living in oversized sweatshirts for a month and a half. A lightning-quick data analyst, Carmen was assigned to an enormous Q4 project that had the chance to make or break the company, and the pressure was starting to build. The same could be said for her clothes, and as she stressed, researched, and calculated, she was never without a fattening treat to comfort her worries.

Things started off more or less reasonably, with nightly food deliveries when she was too tired to cook, sugary coffee concoctions (that were nutritionally more akin to milkshakes) to stay awake, and constant crunchy snacks to keep her focused. She found that the more she ate and the more her newly burgeoning gut began to protrude out into her lap, the hungrier she got. Within the first week, catching Carmen without a junky snack or greasy takeout container was a rarity.

I need to focus on the project entirely, she told herself, and that means I have to put my vanity to the side.

She decided to go on a strict diet the second the project was complete, but until then she wouldn't restrict herself.

I need food, she thought. Brain fuel.

Satisfied with her rationalizations, Carmen began to stuff her face like never before. A daily dinner delivery morphed into multiple deliveries a day and Carmen was constantly packed, her orders increasing in size and decreasing in nutritional value until she found herself taking down an entire pizza and still craving more. Sweets were her favorite, and since October had begun there was rarely a day in which she didn’t finish a family-sized bag of chocolate. She ate as she worked, as she read, as she relaxed, and even began to wake up in the middle of the night feeling absolutely ravenous, her body now unaccustomed to spending more than 7 hours without a feast.

She’d been mostly isolated since her hectic new work schedule had begun and, for the most part, the only people she ever saw in person were the delivery drivers who were enabling her fattening habits. Her uniform of leggings and sweats were getting harder and harder to tug up her tubby thighs, and whenever she walked to the kitchen for another soda or to the door to pick up her order, she felt her fatty belly beginning to jiggle freely with each step. She’d given up entirely on sucking in, and instead let the rounded, growing sphere poke out and make her sweatshirts protrude.

Carmen was ignoring her transformation as best as she could, telling herself it was all reversible, but her growing appetite made it difficult not to assess the damage done. After gorging herself for the final time of the night, an always excessive meal even for her, she couldn't look away from the bloated mass in front of her as she moaned and groaned from overfullness, panting when she attempted to bring herself into a sitting position. She was slower, clumsier, and took up more and more space, and as she plodded through her apartment feeling every part of her body wobble, she forced herself to think of something else, to focus on her work.

Focus she did, and as the project came nearer and nearer to completion, so did her wardrobe. She didn't have a single pair of pants that weren't cutting into her belly mercilessly, and when she tucked her waistband below her belly and let it bugle free, poking out from underneath her t-shirt, she felt so fat that she always blushed a bit despite her solitude.

The only time she was truly forced to confront her weight was in the shower, and the stress of seeing the heft of her soapy, plumping gut, her swelling breasts, and her cellulite-pocked, wobbling thighs only made her hungrier. She knew she was porking up, but her denial led her to grow even faster, the stress of bursting a pair of leggings with her ample ass only alleviated by stuffing her face until she couldn't think.

After weeks of blowing off everyone she knew and holing up in her apartment to work, Carmen agreed, after much persuasion, to attend her best friend's Halloween party. She worked up until the last possible moment, cramming her face with a generous haul worth of Halloween candy between three large meals as she typed, and finally powered down her computer with just an hour to spare. She filled a bowl with candy to leave outside for the trick-or-treaters, noting with displeasure that filling the large bowl barely made a dent in her stash, and wobbled to her bedroom to put on her newly purchased costume.

Carmen refused to buy new clothes for the most part (the act of doing so being a sobering acknowledgment of just how much she’d been indulging) but a larger Halloween costume was absolutely mandatory, the Tinkerbell outfit she’d worn the last year being an unforgiving medium that would show off every fleshy, fatty inch of her expanding body.

Everyone buys a new Halloween costume every year, she reasoned as she clicked purchase and secured her sexy pirate costume in an extra large, the biggest size she’d ever ordered. I want it to be baggy, she lied to herself.

Now, with her best friend standing behind her and the incriminating evidence of just how much she’d been gorging displayed all over her body, her construct of justification and denial came crashing down.

Looking into Mindy's face, it was clear just how far Carmen had let things go. She’d ignored the 20-minute struggle to stuff herself into the costume, but couldn't ignore the way her friend was reacting to Carmen's new bulk.

She gulped, racking her brain for a response as Mindy watched her with concerned, knitted brows.

“I’ve been working a lot,” she finally conceded.

“Working?” asked Mindy with a head tilt. “Because…can I be honest Car?”

Carmen nodded, face already aflame.

“I barely recognized you,” Mindy went on. “I mean, you look…” she gestured to Carmen's body, crammed as it was into the comically tight outfit. “You look huge,” she finished. “Like you're pregnant or something. I actually didn't believe it was you for a second.”

“Well,” Carmen floundered mortified at her friend's trademark bluntness.

“No, seriously Carmen,” Mindy interrupted, placing both hands on her friend's bulging gut that was testing the confines of her distressed pirate skirt and forcing the corset up until it sat just under her now impressive rack. “Seriously, you’re so big.”

She gave the porky woman's belly a gentle shake as if testing its heft, then bounced her gut up and down more aggressively, the shock on her face evident.

“I mean, what have you been eating?” she marveled. “I know you’ve been stressed at work but I never expected all this,” she said, poking a teasing finger into the swell. “It's like you ate the old Carmen.”

“I, well, I,” Carmen mumbled, her face so hot she was unable to make eye contact. “I’m gonna lose it. After my project is over.”

“Carmen, c’mon, be real,” Mindy retorted with a laugh, grabbing the thicker woman's hand and leading her to the full-length mirror in the hall. “How are you gonna lose all this,” she asked, tugging down the waistband of Carmen's skintight skirt with effort and positioning her in front of the mirror as her body wobbled and jiggled in protest.

Carmen covered her eyes, unwilling to actually take in the bloated stranger standing in the mirror.

“Carmen, look,” Mindy insisted. “I mean seriously, look at yourself. You know I'm all for body positivity and whatever, but it's so obvious you still think you’re skinny. I mean, look at this outfit you tried to cram into, you don't even know you’re way too big for your old size.”

Carmen bit her lip, refusing to volunteer the information that the costume was actually a full 2 sizes larger than her old size.

“I'm gonna start working out,” she offered quietly. “As soon as my project at work is…”

“Start working out?” interjected Mindy incredulously. “What kind of workout can you even do?” she asked, stepping behind Carmen in the mirror and placing both hands on her rounded ball of a gut.

She patted it firmly, leaving Carmen's body wobbling.

“I mean you basically waddled over here,” she continued, further prodding and massaging Carmen's plush fat as Carmen squirmed uncomfortably beneath her fingers. “I see why you’ve been blowing me off lately. You knew I would call you on all this. I mean, I know you've been stressed at work but god,” she said, punctuating the statement with a firm slap to Carmen’s gut. “You’ve just gotten out of control.”

“Mindy,” Carmen breathed in a shaky voice, still unable to make eye contact with her own fattened visage. “C’mon, I mean, it's not that bad. Don't be mean.”

“Car, you know I'm not being mean, you know I love you.”

She gripped Carmen's exposed lower belly.

“Even though there's a lot more of you to love,” she teased. “I just want what's best for you, and denial isn't it.”

“I'm not in denial,” Carmen protested wanly.

“Oh yea?” Mindy challenged. “So, say you got fat.”

“I didn’t…” Carmen protested, already conceding the point before it left her mouth. She sighed. “I’m gonna lose it.”

“Do you know how long it'll take you to lose all this?” Mindy asked, her hands traveling the expanse of Carmen's body. “Even your tits got huge, holy shit Carmen.”

Carmen blushed, the feeling of her friend's hands barely covering half the shelf of her ample cleavage making her realize just how weighty her breasts had become.

“You won't even look at yourself,” Mindy accused. “C’mon, just look.”

Carmen took a deep breath to steel herself and finally looked in the mirror against her every instinct, cringing at the realization that Mindy was right. It was so much worse than Carmen had realized.

Her globular, swelling gut protruded even further than her lust-inspiring breasts and its wobbling lower half was beginning to drop every so slightly over her bursting waistband. She was absolutely crammed into the cheap pirate costume, and the corset dug deeply into her bra line, emphasizing the swell of her gut even further. She wouldn’t be able to pull it down to cover herself if she tried, but the already splitting seams on the edges of the shirt told her that any attempt would leave the overtaxed garment in rags.

The skirt clung to every ripple of fat on her thick thighs, constricting her movement enough to leave Mindy's statement true; she had been forced to waddle to the mirror. Her flabby arms connected to chubby hands with newly pudgy fingers that Carmen absently pressed into her freshly gained gut, shocked into silence at how far she had to reach to encircle her own belly with her arms.

“See,” said Mindy, watching the horror on Carmen's face as she took herself in properly for the first time in months. I told you it was bad.

Carmen's hands fell to the bulging love handles she was somehow entirely unaware of until that moment, in unpleasant awe of how easy they were to grip and how they jiggled violently at the slightest touch. Even her face had grown fat, and her chubby-cheeked, double-chinned, dumbfounded expression stared back at her with reproach.

“Too much Halloween candy?” Mindy asked, then laughed when she saw Carmen's stricken expression. “It's ok!” she consoled with a giggle. “Carmen, it's ok.”

“I don't even wanna go,” Carmen murmured, her eyes still exploring the ripples and swell of her new, roll-covered body.

“No!” cried Mindy, grabbing Carmen's shoulders and spinning her so that the two women stood face to face, Carmen's bloated gut pressed firmly into Mindy’s flat stomach in the small confines of the hallway.

“No, Car you have to go. I haven't seen you in ages and we need a night out, please?” the thinner girl begged, pressing her body into Carmen’s in a way that put undue pressure on Carmen's recently stuffed gut and forced a burp from between her plump lips.

Carmen was horrified, but Mindy laughed and placed a hand on her friend's rounded belly, pushing into the swell and laughing harder as Carmen stifled another burp.

“C’mon,” Mindy tempted in singsong. “There’s lots of food there. You clearly can't resist.”

Carmen bit her lip, considering.

“I got pizza, and donuts, and cupcakes, and all these different fried appetizers.” She grinned. “And there's alllll the Halloween candy you could eat. You couldn't even stop cramming down chocolate when I got here, I know being at a party wouldn't stop you.

Carmen shook her head slowly.

“Car, you promised,” Mindy whined.

Carmen shook her head again.

An expression as mirthful as it was mischievous crossed Mindy's face, and Carmen winced at the trump card she knew was coming.

“I’ll give you all my leftover candy,” she offered in sing-song, smiling broadly now. “I bought it all in bulk. I have enough for two Halloweens, so it should be almost enough to fill you up,” she teased, poking the tubby girl's belly again.

“Fine,” Carmen relented. “Fine. And then as soon as my project is over, I'm going on a diet.”

Mindy laughed.

“Sure you are. Now come on, and can you try not to eat any more chocolate on the way? You’re about one candy bar away from bursting that costume open before we even get there.”

“Mindy!” Carmen reprimanded, embarrassment recoloring her cheeks.

“What?” laughed Mindy, holding up her hands in a display of innocence as she headed back towards the front door. “I’m kidding, I'm kidding. Although, a couple of drinks, and everyone is gonna want to see those fat tits explode out of that tiny top.”

“Mindy!” Carmen yelped again, mortified at her raunchy friend’s debauchery.

“You’re thick now. It's hot, you gotta flaunt it,” Mindy called over her shoulder. “Now waddle this way piggy, I can't be late for my own party.”

Carmen sighed, took one last look in the mirror, sucked in as best she could to yank her skirt back over her jiggling rolls, and turned to head towards the kitchen. Despite what Mindy had instructed, she was gonna need some chocolate for the road.

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pinkpastels113 · 23 days ago

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I'm holding up my hands like a little kid waiting for candy and am asking for some more vamp!chloe beale headcanons pretty please

PHEW the way i saved this ask for last bc i am READY to give you a lil treat rolo (im so glad there's people also feral for vamp!chloe):

inspired from cheapthrillsbeca's fic(s)

chloe can tell how the person that she's drinking the blood from is feeling. like if they're scared, horny, on cloud nine, etc

chloe can walk in the daylight. "evolution" is the best response HAHA cuz like dude it's the 21st century come on now-

(but maybe she would need like high spf sunscreen or an umbrella or shades or something if she has a beach day or anything like that where she would be in harsh direct sunlight for long periods of time, otherwise she would get vampire sunburn/major headache if not)

she CAN drink human blood and it DOES taste amazing to her but she usually drinks animal blood unless someone specifically requests to be bitten and drank from (but more about this below)

they def (bechloe) have HEAVY make-out sessions/rut when she drinks from beca ADFGHJSK and beca is desperate/horny for it

chloe doesn't need human food to survive. i think it's kind of like. a snack sorta thing for her. like a kitkat. like you cant get full from it but you can enjoy the taste and share the activity (eating human food) with friends and catch up w them

OKAY MY OWN

vampires are inherently sexual and hot. i personally believe that in order for them to "allure" their "prey" they have to have some kind of strong pull of attraction radiating from them, almost magnetic, esp towards people that they also find attractive, so that it makes it easier to... yknow :)

even tho it was mainly for pp spookfest my fic implies that chloe has this. like. hunger on halloween every year for human blood. bc like that line from hocus pocus: "halloween is the one night of the year where the spirits of the dead can return to earth", and like. y'know? the one night of the year where chloe feels particularly inhuman/undead ig. she becomes a tiny bit feral (kind of like the vampire version of hangry for us)

(beca counts the days down till halloween for this reason^^)

her fangs don't exactly retract? or protrude. they just sort of sit there in her mouth. but they extend and become sharper when drinking human blood. or when she wants to. (bc just bc she won't until she gets consent or when it's halloween and she needs it doesn't mean that she doesn't crave it from time to time lmao.) like basically her fangs are just sharper than her surrounding teeth (i have two teeth that are sharper than the others lmao so this is not that farfetched) but it's not super noticeable until you get really close but they will become even pointy-er and longer when she's drinking/thinking about drinking (for those hazbin hotel watchers out there this is the same concept as charlie shifting into demon mode whenever she's super mad, upset, frustrated, and im assuming Excited as well :))

oh also her eyes kind of shine when the whole fang thing happens

havent decided when she's Turned yet but hmm 1970s? during the wars? what do we think yall

super flirty bc "they won't last anyway so might as well as fun while they do" and "i'll outlive them so might as well fill every second with love" kinda thing. but then beca comes alongg teehee

that's it for now!! but open to thinking more about it :33

#AAHHHHHHH #vamp chloe #i love her sm stop #wenz can talk #pp headcanons #bechloe #chloe beale #pitch perfect #rolo tag #user message

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nikkirando · 1 year ago

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TxT Members When You Bleed Through The Bed (reader is a female)

@maaatyroshka love you thank u for this idea <3

Soobin:

You woke up to a tap on your shoulder and a wet sustains between your legs as you opened up yours to see Soobin looking concerned and scared at you. "Baby you ok?!" he says in a high-pitched voice as you look confused "Ya..why?" "Your bleeding!" he says scared. You remove the covers and look down to see.....you started your period "Shit" you said quickly before you quickly get up. "So you're not dying..?" Said Soobin as you giggled slightly. "No Soobin I'm not dying," you said walking to the bathroom while Soobin looked at the blood stain. After you get out of the bathroom you go to grab a new fresh pair of clothes "Soobin I'm sorry abou-" You go to go finish before stopping seeing Soobin already changed the sheets and blakets and with a few snacks. He looks over at you and smiles. You went over to the bed that Soobin just cleaned up as you smiled back at him "I didn't know what to grab so I got some Kitkats and M&Ms" he said as you giggled "Thank you baby boy" you said kissing him.

Yeonjun:

You work up to a tap on the shoulder "Baby you bled through your clothes" You hear a familiar voice as you open your eyes and look down to see you have bled through your clothes. You groan in annoyance as you get up grab a new pair of clothes and walk to the bathroom to hear Yeonjun say "I'll change the sheets" behind you. After you get out of the bathroom the sheets are changed and Yeonjun is lying down with a heating pad and some medicine as you smile at him. You walk to the bed as you lay down and Yeonjun hands you the heating pad and the medicine. "Thank u, baby," you said looking over at Yeonjun "Of course honey," he said.

Beomgyu:

You woke up with a wet substance between your legs. You remove the covers off u and Beomgyu who is still asleep. You look down and see blood....damn Mother Nature you thought to yourself as you stand up. "mmmm baby...?" you heard Beomgyu says tiredly as he sits up "Where you going..?" he asked "Bathroom.." you said quickly as you go into the bathroom as Beomgyu looks around confused. You walk out of the bathroom in new clothes to see Beomgyu has fallen asleep again but the sheets were changed and so were the blankets. You smile to yourself as you walk over and lie down next to him. You turn over as you baby spoon Beomgyu "Thank you Beomgyu.." you said quietly as you kissed his cheek.

Taehyun:

You were sitting up on the bed watching a movie with Tae having a good time before it just felt like you peed yourself as u checked down your legs to see blood starting to form on the bed sheets. Tae looks over "Babe?" he says as you stand up and walk over to the bathroom he sees the blood stain "Ohh.." he says gently as he watches you walk away to the bathroom. As you walk out feeling slightly better you see Tae now changing the sheets but...cleaning them?? "Baby you can just change the sheets you know" you giggle "Ya but as my princess, I feel the need to clean them," He says as he continues to clean as you shake your head gently.

Huening Kai:

As you get into bed with your boyfriend Kai you have been feeling some cramps in your stomach but thinking you are getting sick because you forgot about mother nature. You hold your stomach gently as you feel something come down on your inner thighs. You confused as you check down there to see the blood Kai looks over to also see it "Shit" you mumbled slightly embarrassed. He sees you're embarrassed "Honey don't be embarrassed it's a normal thing for you..go to the bathroom and I'll clean this up," He says standing up and giving your head a small kiss as you go into the bathroom. You walk out to see Kai has already changed the sheets and blankets as he's already lying down. "Hey baby you feel better?" he asked opening his arms "Mhm thank you," you said getting in his arms.

#txt #txt post #beomgyu #yeonjun #hueningkai #heuningkai #soobin #txt x reader #txt x you #txt x y/n #beomgyu x reader #yeonjun x reader #taehyung x reader #soobin x reader #tomorrow x together

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the1975attheirverybest · 2 years ago

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34 Headcanons for 34 years of Matty Healy.

Todays installment of Birthday Week. In honor of Matty turning 34 tomorrow. Here’s so cuteness.

Warning: contains smut.

Matty as a friend:

He’s definitely the kind of friend to roast you as a way of expressing affection.

He’d tell embarrassing stories about you as a way to show how proud he is of you / how close you are.

The cuddly, physically touchy type of friend who doesn’t hesitate to hug, cuddle, share a bed, share clothes, etc.

Will try to mother you when you’re sick, sad, or otherwise need support.

Has exclusively embarrassing photos of you in his camera roll. Like with you half-blinking, a little too zoomed in, or mid-bite when eating.

He’s your own personal hype man.

He loves it when you’re there for him through tough times, though he doesn’t always acknowledge it.

He doesn’t need to, though, cuz you know he’d be there for you through thick and thin. No doubt about it.

Super protective of you around new guys/ fresh relationships. Wants to know everything about this dude and how he treats you. Wants to meet him wayyyy too soon.

Definitely has a spare key to his house just for you, so you can pop by whenever. Which you take advantage of because he stocks the pantry with your favorite snacks, has all the fancy beverages, and loves to play video games with you.

Matty as a boyfriend:

The most passionate partner you’ve ever been with.

He gets flustered and shy around you when he’s fallen for you. It’s a surprise because he’s normally confident and unreserved, so it takes both of you by surprise.

He compensated for it by showing just how much he values you through planning the most intimate, romantic dates around the most mundane activities, like going for a walk together, or getting takeout and watching tv.

Gushes about you to the guys way too early in the relationship. Will text them in the group chat right after the date, spilling every detail, romanticizing every second, and asking if they think he has a chance with you.

The guys embrace you quickly because they can’t tell how happy you make Matty. But it is a bit overwhelming to wrap your head around at first. Their bond is special and intense, and it makes you fall in love with him even more.

Wears his favorite shirt for two days before leaving for tour to make it smell like him, so he can leave it behind for you when he goes.

Texts you random snacks that he tries while abroad from whatever country he’s in. Like, ketchup flavored lays, or Kinder Surprise, or matcha KitKat. Brings you samples to taste of anything you express interest in.

Facetimes you from backstage, kinda weepy and sad, cuz he misses you. He’s soft and whispery and a bit shy about it, and the boys tease him on the call in front of you.

The sound of your voice singing 1975 songs is his favorite thing in the entire world.

Wants to get a tattoo for you but you won’t let him because “what if we breakup and you have it on your body forever.”

Matty in the bedroom:

Matty is completely obsessed with your moans. Will absolutely not accept you trying to hold back, be quite, or in any way stifle your voice in the bedroom.

You have tried all sorts of wild things in bed, but if Matty had to choose, he thinks missionary is his favorite position.

He just loved looking into your eyes as he fucks you. Loves being able to watch the pleasure overtake you slowly, at first, and then all at once when the orgasm hits.

He’s addicted to the feeling of your fingers pulling at his hair when he’s in between your legs.

Genuinely loves giving head. Would do it all day everyday if you’d let him.

Has all sorts of nicknames for you depending on the mood, but he just loves when you get so turned on that you chant his name. Doesn’t want you to call him anything else. Just hearing “Matty” come out of your lips when you whine for him is enough to get him hard.

Sex is absolutely great with Matty, but he’s at his sweetest afterwards. Reaching for you, cuddling, kissing, taking care of, and cleaning, you up. The sound of his heart still racing from your crazy activities, while he softly holds you close could make you burst with love.

You’re in love with needy Matty. When he gets so desperate and so vulnerable that he doesn’t care ahout games or appearances or anything…he just wants you and he wants you now. Really bad. And he will whine, beg, do whatever you want just to have you.

He loves watching you touch yourself cuz he thinks it’s the perfect chance to shower you with compliments and boost your confidence.

You love giving him a blowjob with him standing and you between his legs because you can’t get enough of the feeling of him getting shaky and his knees going wobbly when he’s about to cum.

Breakup Matty:

Cries himself to sleep every night thinking about what it used to feel like sharing a bed with you.

Your scent is all over his hoodies and bedsheets and tees but he refuses to wash them cuz he doesn’t wanna lose what he has left of you.

Writes too many sappy angsty love songs about you and cries recording the vocals. George is so frustrated that he texts you about it.

Shows up drunk at your doorstep begging to get you back and making grand speeches and promises and asking to kiss your lips.

#Matty Healy headcanons #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy fanfic #matty concepts #matty healy x reader #matty healy x y/n #matty healy x you #matty healy smut #matty healy fluff

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disgruntleddonnie · 7 months ago

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eh fuck it, here's some interactions between me and my siblings but as ROTTMNT characters

*Leo and Donnie in the kitchen* Leo: This kitchen ain't big enough for the two of us... *stats choking on something*

*Mikey and Leo playing Overcooked together on that one level with the rats that steal your food* Leo: THE RATS!! Mikey: THE RAAAATTSS!!!! Leo: THEEEE RAAAAAAATTTTTTSS!!!! *Raph, overhearing them from another room, thinking that they're starting some sort of rat conspiracy theory*

If you can't read it, it says; Mikey: oof, sending my thoughts and prayers Leo: I would rather have thots and players, but thanks anyways 👍 (I don't know why I thought of this and typed it out)

(I was struggling to decide which character should be which sibling with this one...)

again, if you can't read it, here it is.

Mikey: LAMO Welp *slaps knees* Ima go get a little snacky snack that consist of one KitKat. would anyone care to join me? (Donnie yes you can have another and Raph can have two if ya want) Donnie: I mean if you're cool with that, idk, I'm just,, god Mikey: Ah I see. God over here don't need a KitKat /silly Donnie: HELP?? yes, hello I'm God and I'm going to smite a few bitches 🔥🔥 Mikey: FDKHASDLKLKJKLSD Bro finna smite a bitch for not getting that premium KitKat from hell's kitchen Donnie: HELPME??

(and yes, I did type out the key smash as best as I could...)

I decided to censor my siblings' names and stuff, my name is the one that's poorly censored out

#tmnt #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt #rise donnie #rise leo #rise mikey #rise raph

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namelessdeceased · 3 months ago

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studyblr community prompt #2 || relaxation

how do i relax. this one is. in depth i think. my rest days are typically on saturdays; after tuition classes, and i think my ideal nighttime routine can go here as well...

ideal daily nighttime routine:

okay so this is like. not after my study but like a buildup to it i guess? i finish all my content-heavy studying before dinner, and try to spend half an hour/a full hour just doing choreo and then get dinner. until 19:30.

after dinner i try to get done any admin tasks/easy things i have like bujo and organisation, and spend an hour or two on math practices (depends on the day yk how it is.) 20:00 to 23:00 or 20:30 to 23:30. may be 2h. idk

going to shower now! simple really i dont have a very extensive thing. i may shower right after dinner as well; it depends. 20:00 to 20:30 or 23:00 to 23:30.

starting 23:30. i've been getting into tea recently! gonna boil some water on the kettle or have it iced, depending on the day. i like fruit and flower teas, herb is nice too. im not picky. i may brew some for my dad and sibling too.

come back into my room and clean up anything i threw around.

if there's no school/all-day unpredictable event going on the next day, plan that out. fill in bujo while im at it. i usually grab a small thing like a kitkat while im doing this and drink tea.

read myself to sleep at 24:00 !! :)

ideal weekly rest routine:

this is after tuition, so we start at 15:00 when it ends. i usually get a monster drink and/or a snack to bring home now.

go home with my sibling, takes an hour ish. depends really. we get home latest 16:30.

unpack and change outta my binder. standard stuff.

game/watch smth/take a nap for a few hours! up until i dunno. 18:30?

if im up to it, i work on projects at this time as well, like my dnd campaign or gifts for someone or some code.

18:30 to 19:30 i try to do some choreo if im feeling up to it. if not then i keep doing what i was earlier. this is supposed to be a very lax time.

basically the same timeline as my daily routine (im a routine fiend). i'll often replace the practice/admin work im doing with organisation or some projects im on.

sleep at 24:00 :)

this makes me sound super disciplined. im really not; im just a guy who needs routine and again these are ideals. i dont do this half the time, its js a rough guide for me to follow. i dont do this if i study late into the night as well; so yanno. thanks for the prompt !! 🤎🤎

reblog and ask if you have any questions!! i'd be happy to answer :)

╰ theo 🪐

#studyblr #theo's study prompts

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ktarsims · 11 months ago

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Life Updates and Such...

Soooo.... many things! At the moment, I've finally pulled myself somewhat out of the doldrums caused by lack-of-job + job-search-sucks and am making all the preparations for celebrating the end of this year and the start of a new one.

I think I've binged something like 30+ anime series in the last month or so, along with reading many many books.

Today, I've finally got some bots working in the Creator's Cave discord, to make things a bit easier there. There are more updates I still need to do, but it's a start.

My hope for this week, is that in addition to my preparations for New Year's, I'll be able to actually finish my project of turning some of my flower photos into TS3 art. No promises, but I'm hopeful.

Below the cut, for the curious or nosy, the menu and preparations for New Year's.

Before anyone starts to wonder... two of the friends coming to my place for New Year's are really really into Pumpkin, so this is reflected here. Yes, this is probably too much food and drink for... 6 people, but hey... leftovers.

**Food** 1 frozen lasagna, family size 1 batch homemade mac&cheese (made by not me) Cheeses! (Extra sharp white cheddar, brie, various spreadables, 3 varieties of goat cheese) Crackers! (Ritz garlic butter, rosemary flatbread, 5 other assorted) Meats! (Summer sausage, dry salame, fig salame) Tea Sandwiches! (Cream cheese + smoke salmon or cucumber or jam) Scones! (I plan to make at least 3 varieties, but haven't yet decided which.) Oven ready appetizers! (Takoyaki, bagel bites, baked potato skins, loaded tater tots, mini quiches, mozzarella sticks, and more.) Shrimp Cocktail platter Veggie Platter Sweet Maui Onion potato chips Homemade snack mix (Corn Chex, Rice Chex, Pretzels, Cashews, Pistachios, white cheddar cheeze-its, white cheddar cheese puffs)

**Sweets** Pumpkin Spice Twinkies Iced Pumpkin Cupcakes (this is also hostess brand) Yackwa Korean donuts (gift from a neighbor) Assorted flavors of KitKats Pumpkin Pie yogurt covered pretzels Butter Rum Crunch popcorn Bourbon Crunch popcorn Milk Chocolate cherry cordials Other assorted chocolates

**Non-Alcoholic Drinks** Five different flavors of Martinellis sparkling cider Pumpkin Spice cold brewed tea (caffeinated) Pumpkin Creme Rooibos cold brew tea (herbal) Pumpkin Pie cold brew tea (herbal) Various Gatorade

**Alcoholic Drinks** 'Strong Mead' from a cider festival (gift from friend) Expensive bottle of Sake 'Demon Slayer' 1 bottle Louis Perrier Champagne for ringing in the new year Berenjaeger Green Apple Sake Peach Sake Umeshu Plum Wine Matcha Plum Wine (I'm really curious about this one) Butterscotch Shnapps Pumpkin hard Cider Dark Chocolate Cherry Moonshine Eggo Brunch Sippin' Cream A cupboard full of other assorted things that probably won't be looked at.

#non sims #nonsims #personal #life updates #new years is the only holiday we really celebrate much #and I'm so ready for this year to be over #I've been acquiring supplies for NYE for a month already at least #it's also the one day each year we throw out our alcohol limitations #mostly the friends who come over just plan to crash overnight and go home the next day

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