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[thir10th]

Soft Strands and Sweet Interruptions - October writing challenge day 2

summary: Emily is trying to tell you about her day, but you get distracted tw: a tiny mention to typical show violence at the beginning, no smut, this is so sweet it's literally just tooth rotting fluff a/n: i think i forgot to mention this, but i will be posting on alternate days, so instead of a fic a day, it’s going to be a fic every two days. Here’s the second one!! Happy 3rd of October! 💘

"I'm telling you" Emily stops mid-sentence to swallow a big bite of her spicy noodles before finishing her point "they don't even take it seriously anymore"

The containers lay empty all scattered over the coffee table, you sit with your legs crisscrossed on the couch in front of your girlfriend. After a whole day of work. she called you asking if you could come around, and only five minutes later you were at her door with takeout from her favorite chinese place, and asking what's wrong.

After the third spring roll and some noodles, her rambling had gotten lighter, and she was feeling better already.

"mh- and don't even get me started on today's training!" she says rolling her eyes and taking another bite"

"this young generations of agents think they can just shoot at whatever they want without consequences! They ignore my guiding, It’s like everything I said went in one ear and out the other.”

You nod, letting her vent "Mmhmm, sounds like a classic Prentiss-the-new-agents-trainer day.”

"Oh no! this is temporary, as soon as Morgan's arm is better, they're all his." She scoffs "I've been doing this- what? years? I remember i used to listen to my supervisory agent when i was training"

“I don’t even know how you deal with it.” you try comforting her, resting your hand on her lap, watching her and smiling softly.

Emily throws up her hands, hair falling into her face “I honestly don’t know either. By the end of the day, I just wanted to—” her words trail off as she looks down, clearly still worked up, but before she can continue, you gently reach over and tuck her hair behind her ear, taking her by surprise.

Truth is- you've always loved Emily's hair, more than you care to admit, always glowing, the dark almost black strands always falling over her face now that she's letting her bangs grow out.

She blinks, her expression softening in confusion "What are you doing?"

"Distracting you" you say, smiling as you continue to run your fingers through her hair, gently brushing it back.

Her voice softens as she looks at you “Well, it’s working.” she scoffs in surprise and a bit embarrassed.

Your fingers linger in her hair, and you lean in closer, your thumb brushing her cheek “Good.” You close the distance and kiss her softly, feeling her relax into you.

Emily sighs against your lips, clearly surprised but smiling “Wow, you’ve got great timing.”

You giggle softly, pulling back just a little “I have my moments.”

She grabs your face so softly with her hand, her thumb caressing your cheek. Still smiling, her rant forgotten, she rests her forehead against yours “You’re a very good distraction, you know that?”

You whisper, running your fingers through her hair again “I’ll keep that in mind for the next time you’re this worked up.”

You peck her lips one more time, fast and sweet "it's not worth it my love, they'll learn when they learn, it's not your responsibility, and i don't like to see you so affected by it" you touch her nose with yours, the childish gesture makes her laugh

"and i'll keep distracting you if it means you'll relax this frown a bit" you touch the spot between her eyebrows, and she giggles.

She chuckles softly, eyes closing as she leans into you “I might just start ranting more often if this is the reward.”

You smile, still threading your fingers through her soft, dark hair. “I wouldn’t complain.” Your voice is gentle as you tilt your head, watching the way her expression has softened, the tension from the day finally melting away.

Emily hums, her eyes drifting shut, clearly savoring the feeling of your touch. “You know,” she murmurs, her voice quieter now, “you’re really good at this.”

“At what?” you ask, laughing softly.

“Calming me down. Just being here.” She opens her eyes again, her gaze full of warmth as she looks at you. “I don’t know what I’d do without you sometimes.”

You brush a few more strands of hair away from her face, your fingertips lingering against her skin. “You’d be fine,” you tease, though your heart flutters at her words. “But I’m happy to help, especially when it means I get to play with your hair. You know how much I love it.”

Emily smirks, but there’s a softness in her eyes that tells you how much she appreciates it. “You and my hair, huh? Guess I should let you mess with it more often.”

You grin, pressing another quick kiss to her lips. “I’m holding you to that.”

She laughs before she leans in again, pressing her lips to yours in a slower, sweeter kiss this time. When she pulls back, she tucks her head into the crook of your neck, wrapping her arms around you.

“Thanks for always knowing how to make things better,” she whispers. You feel so grateful to be her safety net, that she feels safe enough with you that she will share this things with you, letting her armor down every once in a while, so she doesn't have to carry it all herself.

You hold her close, your hand still gently running through her hair. “Always,” you promise, feeling her relax completely in your arms.

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There you go! I wanted to start slow for day 2, lmk what you think! Remember any kind of feedback is greatly appreciated

[siampie]

Risk and Reward||Chapter 9: Like Real People Do

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: Just fluffy moments between you and Matt.

Warnings/tags: lots of fluff and a hint of angst.

A/N: Sorry for the late update, life had been hectic lately. And also been dealing with some face pain due to a wisdom tooth. Commentaries and reblogs are greatly appreciated.     

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Dividers by @cafekitsune

Song the title is referring to:

I had a thought, dear, however scary

About that night, the bugs and the dirt

Why were you digging? What did you bury

Before those hands pulled me from the earth?

I will not ask you where you came from

I will not ask and neither should you

Honey, just put your sweet lips on my lips

We should just kiss like real people do

The soft music filled your apartment while you hummed, swaying lightly, to the song. Enjoying one of those rare moments where you felt in the mood to cook a full meal for yourself. The pan singing as the freshly cut vegetables were frying in the hot oil. You added the broccoli to the stir-fry you were cooking, your eyes caught sight of the numerous drawings on your fridge. They had been made with love by your nieces and nephews. Your goddaughter, now 6, were also learning how to write now. So, of course, some of drawings were now accompanied with love notes.

“Je t’aime, Marraine.” (I love you, Godmother.)

The words were misspelled, and she still needed to get a grasp on grammar. But every time you read the words; you felt your heart swell with love. And the few times she came to visit you, she was proud to see her pictures on your fridge. And she and her siblings, and her cousin, drew more of those stick figure, knowing their arts would find room on your fridge and walls.

The shrill sound of your ringtone pulled you out of your thoughts.

“Ah, you’ve reached the procrastination hotline. Please hold…indefinitely.” You answered the call.

“How many of those do you have?” Your sister’s voice came from the other end of the line.

“As many as I need.” You shot back. “So, what’s up?”

“I need to vent,” she declared.

“About?”

“Our brother; Henry.” She dramatically sighed.  

“I’m listening,” you puffed out a long breath.

“So, you know how he decided to let mom have access to his kids,” she started. You hummed, “well, now, his in-laws are getting involved and asking me, why don’t I want mom anywhere near my boy?”

“How is that any of their concerns? It’s your kid, you get to decide who’s in his life or not. Why are they getting involved?” You asked quite angrily, you never liked your brother’s in-laws. They were quite nosy people, always wondering when you were going to have kids, while your own father just let you live your life at your own pace.

“Oh, that’s not even the best part,” Ann continued. “They think it would be beneficial for my son to meet his maternal grandmother. Can you believe that?”

“I can believe they haven’t been hit enough in their lives, that I can believe.” You replied, your sister chuckled. “No one cares what they think. Axel is your son, and you are his mother. If you don’t want our mother to meet him, it is your decision. And frankly, bad parents don’t get to be grandparents. So, I’d say don’t let her meet your little boy.”

“Thank you,” she exclaimed. “I thought I was going crazy over here.”

“You’re not, don’t worry,” you reassured her. “And I’m fairly certain, Dee would agree with me.” You killed the fire under the pan, “what did Henry say to that?”

“Nothing. As usual.” Ann scoffed, “Didn’t defend my decision or even tried to explain to them why I wouldn’t want that.”

“It doesn’t need explaining, they know our story. It’s quite understandable why you wouldn’t,” you leaned your elbows on your counter. “Do you want me to give him call?”

“No, it won’t be necessary,” she told you. “I just needed to know I wasn’t alone in this.”

“You’re not,” you assured her. “Just to let you know, if you do decide to let her see little Axel, I won’t be mad. I’ll support you no matter what, you know that right?”

“I know,” she sighed. “Would you?” she questioned you, “would you let her in?”

“No,” your answer was firm. “Never again. Do you want to let her in?”

“No,” Ann was a firm as you in her answer. “She doesn’t deserve it.”

“Exactly,” you nodded. “Don’t let them get into your head. They’re not your in-laws, so, their opinions don’t really matter.”

“You’re right,” she agreed. “So, whatcha doin’?”

“Cooking some stir-fry, and then some netflix and chill—or maybe some video games, haven’t decided yet.”

“Oh, come on!” Ann groaned, “It’s Friday night, you’re single. You should be out there having fun, meeting new people. Do this for me, let me live vicariously through you. Please!”

You huffed out a laugh. She had yet to know about Matthew. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to share him with your family, you did. You wanted them to know about the new man in your life. You wanted them to share in your happiness. However, you were just very protective of your relationship with Matt. You wanted to keep him for yourself a little while longer.

But this was your sister. Your first ever best friend. It didn’t seem fair to hide it from her. Not when she came to you first, after she had said yes to her, then, fiancé.

“Well,” you started, “it’s been a very long week. And I didn’t feel like socializing tonight.”

“Typical,” Ann snorted.

There was a knock on your door. “And who said I was single?” Your feet made no sound as you quietly walked towards your door.

“You have a boyfriend!” She squealed, “tell me everything.”

You shook your head while pulling your door open, revealing Matt on the other side.

His tie was loose and crooked around his neck, his dark and soft locks, a mess on his head. A grin was plastered on his face, your lips tugging up at the corner, mirroring his.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he greeted you. You caught the smell of Josie’s stale beer in his breath as he leaned in to rest a soft kiss on your lips.

“Hey, Matty.”

“He calls you ‘sweetheart,’” your sister’s voice rose from your phone, reminding you that she was still on the line with you. “What’s his name?”

“Matt,” you answered quickly as Matt let himself into your apartment. “I’ll be right with you, okay?” He nodded with a smile, shedding his coat.

“So, that’s you meant by Netflix and chill, uh?” You sister teased,

“No, I genuinely meant Netflix and chill,” you hissed at her as you watched Matt sit down on your couch.

“No one means Netflix and chill when they say Netflix and chill,” Ann told you. “It’s what my husband and I get up to when baby’s with grandma.”

“Nope,” you shook your head. “I don’t need to hear about that. Absolutely not,”

“Alright, sorry,” she chuckled. “I’ll let you join your beau, but first tell me the basics. What’s his name? What does he do in life? And how hot is he? And most importantly, how long have you been dating?”

You looked up, your eyes landing on the back of Matt’s head. “Alright, basics,” you turned around and leaned against your counter. “His name is Matthew Murdock. He’s a lawyer and has his own firm. He is blind and very—very hot. And sweet as honey. And it’s been—almost four months.”

“Almost four months? And you kept it from me?”

“Says the girl who only told us she was pregnant at the six months mark?” You reminded her.

“It’s not my fault, the props I needed to make the big announcement took too long to be delivered.” She defended herself, “when do we get to meet him?” Ann questioned excitedly.

“Not yet, I don’t want you to scare him away.”

“We won’t, I promise,” your sister said, her voice going a little higher.

“We’ll see about that,” you snorted. “Look, I gotta go. My boyfriend’s over.”

“Okay,” she retorted. “Go Netflix and chill, ‘all night long,’” she sang the last part.

“Alright—bye bye.” You said before hanging up.

You put your phone on the counter, heaving out a deep breath. You had not lied to your sister, you didn’t feel like socializing with anyone that night, so, you opted out of your usual hangout at Josie’s. You walked up to the couch where Matt had settled in, waiting for you patiently. Leaning over the back of the couch, you put your arms around his shoulders and laid a kiss on his cheek. His hands came up, his fingers wrapping around your forearms.

“Not that I’m not glad to see you,” you started, “I’m very glad to see you but aren’t you supposed to be at Josie’s with the others?”

“I’ve been looking forward to spend some time with my girlfriend, and she doesn’t show up,” Matt said quietly.

“I did warn you,” you told him, one of your hands raking through his hair.

“I know,” he gave a pleased hum, “I thought I skipped on the hangout and come and find you here,” your lips tugged up at the corner. “I just missed you,” Matt admitted, pulling your arm away from around his shoulders, to rest a kiss on your wrist.

A soft smile made its way onto your face, “I missed you too.” His lips found yours, kissing yours in a weird angle over the back of the couch. You pulled away, “do you want some food? I cook a really mean stir-fry. Or so, I’ve been told.”

You later found yourself lying in bed, with Matt’s nose buried in your neck. His body was draped over yours, not crushing you under his weight. His weight on top of yours felt comforting, you loved feeling the way he was relaxing under your touch. You wanted to ravish him here and there, but you were enjoying this cuddle session too much to put a stop to it, in favor of mind-blowing sex. One of his hands found its way under your shirt,

“Long week?” He asked quietly.

“Yeah,” you replied in the same manner. “My workload has sort of doubled, I also had to go to meetings. Too many if you ask me,” you explained, your hand rubbing up and down his spine. “I just wanted to enjoy a night to myself, without having to socialize with anyone.”

Matt kissed your collarbone, “sorry, I’ve ruined that for you.”

“I’m not complaining,” you smiled softly. “And you haven’t ruined anything. I had a few hours to myself staring at a wall, which was truly relaxing,” your lips found his brows. “And you’re not anyone, you’re Matt. My ruggedly handsome boyfriend,” a small giggled escaped your lips.

He moved off of you slightly, and you whined at the move. He leaned on his elbow, facing you, his sightless eyes staring at your chin. “Stare at a wall?” His brows were scrunched up.

You giggled again, he smiled at the sound, “yeah, stare at a wall. Technically, not for hours and it wasn’t really a wall. But I do stare at nothing at times, and let my mind wander to the confines of the universe.” You finished with a solemn tone.  

“The confines of the universe, uh?” He laughed, “what does that entail exactly?”

“Well,” your hand ran up his arm, “it’s just another way to say daydreaming really.”

His hand slid higher under your shirt, “what were you daydreaming about?”

Your face flushed in embarrassment; the top of your ears heated up. You usually didn’t share the object of your daydreams. It was in your opinion too intimate for anyone to be let in, and also, you didn’t want them to judge you for it. You’d rather tell him something about a really embarrassing experience than to share what they were about.

You started toying with the short sleeve of his black shirt, “nothing really interesting. It’s just, you know—” you shrugged up one of your shoulders. “—stupid stuff, nothing too important,” you cupped his face, your thumb running across his cheek, rough under your fingers. “And that’s not the point.”

“What’s the point, then?”  Matt smiled at you.

“The point was that daydreaming is really relaxing and resting. It’s like my brain shut off, but not completely. My mind can just wander aimlessly and it’s beneficial—for the health.”

“Ah,” he nodded, “should I try it then?”

“You should,” you replied. “Studies showed that people who ‘practiced’ daydreaming have better control over their emotions, have more empathy and are naturally better problem solvers.”

“You read a study about daydreaming?” His eyebrows went up.

You barked out a laugh, “yeah, I looked it up.” You bit down on your bottom lip, “you think I’m weird, don’t you?”

“Sweetheart, I don’t think you are weird. I know you are,” you slapped his shoulder. Matt burst out a laugh. “It’s part of your charm.”

“Huh, uh,” you nodded.

“Truly, it is. Next to your voice,” he laid a kiss on your throat, “to your laugh,” another kiss on the corner of your lips. Your breath hitched in your throat. “Your weirdness is one my favorite thing,” his lips brushed against your temple. “It’s very entertaining.”

“It is, isn’t it?”

“Very much.”

He dove for your neck, and started peppering kisses, down your collarbone, up your neck, before attacking your face. The action sent you into a fit of giggles. Being spurt on by your laugh, Matt kept on doing it. Conversation about your daydreams, or your weirdness completely forgotten. Especially when the peppered kisses turned into something more passionate and heated.

You were nearing the four months mark in your relationship with Matt. You often wondered how you’d gotten so lucky with this man. Everything seemed so easy with him. You, who needed alone time to recharge your social battery, found that you didn’t really need one with him. It was the complete opposite, spending time with Matt, recharged your social battery even faster.

Spring was slowly fading away, making room for Summer. The rising heat in the streets of Hell’s Kitchen had a way to irritate people. Walking to work with Amelia, had given you a glimpse into how quick and prone were to anger. All because of the rise in temperature. You didn’t truly mind it, although, at night you did leave a fan on, and slowly wore less and less clothes to bed.

“There isn’t even a lick of wind,” you complained to Amelia. “We should have taken a cab.”

“To go to Josie’s? You’re out of your mind,” Amelia snorted. “Don’t be such a wuss, it’s not that bad yet.”

“What do you mean yet?”

“I mean it’s only the beginning, and it’s going to get worse.” Amelia patiently explained. “It’s not for the weak.”

“Thanks that’s really helpful,” you said as she pushed the door open. “The coldest beer you have, Josie, please.” You almost begged the woman, sitting down on the stool.

“You’re so dramatic,” Amelia huffed out a laugh. “So, weren’t you suppose to meet up with lover boy tonight?”

“He cancelled,” you nodded, turning your stool to face Amelia. “He’s still working on his big case. Needed to tie up some loose ends.”

“When’s the court date?” Amelia questioned; Josie pushed your beers towards you.

“Not for another month,” you retorted. “But you know court case takes a lot, and they need to make sure that they covered all their basis. So, they won’t have any surprises when it comes to trial.”

“You did a deep dive on this, didn’t you?” Amelia cocked up of her eyebrows.

“Not exactly deep dive, but I did look it up,” you gave her a sheepish smile. You took a sip of the cold beer, “That feels so good.”

“You are so not surviving the summer,” she joked.

“Oh, I will. Just to spite you, and Summer.”

Your window was cracked opened slightly, in hopes you would feel some breeze to alleviate the heat. You lied down on the cold floorboard, staring at the ceiling. He had cancelled again that night. His latest case was more complex than he had anticipated. It wasn’t that big of a deal, you understood. But adding to the cancellations, his absences on Fridays at Josie’s had also become more frequent. It wasn’t unusual. He had been unavailable on some Fridays, in the beginning of your relationship, working on opening statements. And you had often popped in to visit him, and fell asleep on his couch while he did so.

It wasn’t unusual.

And yet, you couldn’t help but feel that Matt was probably pulling away from you. Maybe that was the moment the other shoe would drop. Maybe you were right, everything with Matt was too good to be true.

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[s3cr3tjuic3]

jason and leo cg/little headcanons GO

YIPPEE

imma do flip for both of them since neither are specified. and bc both is good /ref

and sorry im advance for any spelling errors!

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Flips!Jason and Leo Headcanons!

CG!Jason!

-Jason is a very gentle yet awkward caregiver. he's very kind and can usually help his littles through their emotions but its hard for him to figure out what's wrong without being told directly what the problem is. he's not good at initiating activities so he lets his little drag him around and just offers suggestions and tells them when they need to take a break. he has a lot of rules but is rather lenient with them (the amount of rules are because of leo and piper but mostly piper). despite being very awkward, he's great with kids and littles. he does worry a little too much but that helps keep his little(s) safe. His main littles are Leo and Piper.

-with his rules, he likes to do reward charts. his little has follow the rules and if they get enough stickers after an amount of time, he'll get them a prize. they can save their stickers for a little prizes or a big prize. the reward system works well for Leo and Piper.

-he's very strong so being picked up or carried is no problem at all. he actually likes carrying around his little(s). he is also the 7's resident Mr. Piggyback Ride. he can also carry his littles on his shoulders

-he's a big cuddlebug! you earned a sticker? high five and a pat on the shoulder! youre excited? hugs! youre sad? head pats and snuggles! he loves holding his little's hand when theyre out and about. it makes him feel like his little safe.

-he's great at running around! he can play tag and hide and seek for hours (with breaks of course)! but he is oh so bad at playing pretend. he cant act to save his life. but to make up for it, he's great with arts and crafts! he has a lot of rules around the hot glue guns and scissors.

R!Jason!

-Jason's age range is 2-5, usually on the lower end since most of his regression is vent regression. a lot of his little days are spent clinging to his caregiver or babysitter and crying a lot. everyone spoils him though. he gets way too many sweets. Leo has to hide the candy from everyone else so they wont give it to Jason when he's little.

-Despite being good at helping his littles through tough moments and emotions, he has a hard time dealing with his own by himself. since he usually regresses on the younger side, and stumbles and stutters through his words and that also makes him upset. when he's having a hard time talking, he uses communication cards.

-on his better days, he's walks around with his paci and a plush whale Percy got him at a gift shop one day. he likes to hang out with people but doesnt talk much so when he wants something, he takes the person's hand, drags them around, points to where/what he wants, and makes them guess what it is. He likes to sit with Leo in the engine room and hand him tools. he doesnt know what the tools are, he just hands one to Leo, takes it back if its wrong, and continues until he hands Leo the right tool. Leo finds it amusing and starts naming off fake tools because Jason barely knows the difference. When he does notice (like super birdy wrench), he giggles. Leo has tried to teach him what some of the tools are but Jason just keeps forgetting.

-Jason also likes to hang around the kitchen if someone decides to cook something. they dont need to but if they feel like it, the kitchen is open and fully stocked. Jason likes to help with baking. grabbing ingredients and dishes for them (no glass though). They let his mix the foods and lick the spoons and spatulas when theyre done with them.

-he's still a cuddlebug no matter big or little. if he's in the common area, at least one person falls victim to being his cuddle buddy. Although he's really tall, he also loves being picked up and passed around. Percy and Frank carry him around the most. He also loves sleepovers with the girls and let's them do his makeup and mess with his hair.

CG!Leo!

-Leo is like a child whisperer. He's the best with kids out of the 7 and their closer friends. although he's adhd incarnate, he manages to be very attentive with his little. He's quick to figure out if something is wrong and can easily guess what his little is asking for, whether they use words or not. he's great with playing and has crazy stamina for running around; he can keep up with almost any little. His main littles are Jason and Piper, although he babysits almost everyone, and Piper prefers to regress with him.

-He's a very laid back caregiver. he has a few rules that he's super strict about, but other than those few, all for safety, he's very open to whatever. With his few rules, if one is broken, he sits his little down and talks to them about why they broke it. If he thinks they need to punished for breaking the rules, he usually puts them in time out for a short bit, takes away tv time, or something similar. he really doesnt like punishing his little(s) so they notmally get time out for a few minutes.

-Leo is a fantastic storyteller. Too good actually, because his little(s) for him to tell them more stories. He has been banned from storytelling for bedtime. Story hour, however, is the highlight of the ship. Even Coach Hedge stops watching his wrestling for a few minutes to listen in, but he goes back to the tv if the story isn't violent enough for him. He also likes to narrate other people doing simple tasks to make his little(s) laugh. He has to so he can make up for his bad jokes.

-He's great at most games and has a secret stash of board games, card games, and a list of pretned games in his closet. He also has a lot of house rules for his little(s) to choose from with all the games he has.

-Leo is a Human Heater™, he's always warm and always up for hugs and cuddles. If they arent playing, they lay in the common area and watch cartoons. Coach Hedge graciously lends them the tv for a few hours. Nobody says it to his fave but Coach Hedge is a major softie around all the littles.

-Aside from being too good of a storyteller, he's great at bedtime. No one understands how he's able to convince whoever he's caring for to go to bed. He takes the time to learn what makes them feel the most comfortable and creates a night time routine for them to follow. He also builds a stereo system within Festus to play lullabies.

R!Leo!

-Terror Twin #1 (Piper is Terror Twin #2). His adhd symptoms double when he's little. He regresses between 3-8. His younger headspace is also if he's vent regressing but typically, he's just very hyper and happy-go-lucky. He loves playing pretend and looking through picture books. His favorite game to play is hide and seek, mostly because he always wins, but also because he likes to find all the weird hiding spots on the ship.

-Leo needs a lot of rules because he has zero regard for his own safety when little. He follows them pretty well though. But he can still cause terror while following the rules. He and Piper love playing harmless pranks on the rest of the ship mates.

-He listens to music almost non stop when little. He huns along to everything but wont sing unless he's by himself. he listens to a lot of late 90s/early 2000s country. Hazel likes to sing country songs from her childhood to Leo since he likes country music, it reminds him of his childhood. He'll listen to anything though.

-He is impossible to put to bed. He always has energy and deals with insomnia so he always has bags under his eyes. The easiest way to get him to fall asleep is to give him hot tea and let him watch cartoons and cuddle in the common area but that doesnt always work. a lot of times, his caregivers fall asleep before he does, but he knows not to play loudly after a certain time.

-He also loves playing with toys and has a giant toybox in his closet with toys ranging anywhere from plastic construction tools to barbies.

-He gets dirty so easily, no one understands how. But thankfully he loves bathtime. He's got pajamas galore. He might even have more pajamas than actual clothes. Pajamas and soft blankets are everyone's go-to gifts for him

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this doesnt feel like my best but that may be because i havent read the books in almost a year so sorry if theyre not how you'd like them

[mirrortouchedsea]

so i got niki and meru's autumn noon 3 lines recently and i just love the duality of them. himeru vc shiina just made himeru an apple pie and it tastes like autumn :) vs niki himeru-kun asked me to make this pie~! so obviously i had to write something about it. recipe pulled from here btw. i want to do something else with this so you might see a second version of this Eventually but for now you get this.

7 large Granny Smith apples (peeled, cored and sliced into ½ inch slices)

½ cup granulated sugar

½ cup light brown sugar (loosely packed)

2 tablespoons all-purpose flour

1 teaspoon ground cinnamon

⅛ teaspoon ground nutmeg

1 tablespoon lemon juice (plus the zest of half of a lemon)

1 large egg (lightly beaten in a small bowl for egg wash)

2 tablespoons sanding sugar (optional)

The first step to baking a pie is to prepare the dough. Prepare the vinegar and cool water mix and set aside. You were like that mixture to our group when we formed, seemingly out of place but a necessary ingredient to make the finished product taste good. Combine flour, salt, and sugar in a bowl before adding the butter cut up into cubes and cutting it into the dry ingredients. Just like how we needed to be pushed to the limits before we could make something whole. Drizzle the ice water and vinegar mixture over the dry ingredients and mix in with a fork, and make sure ingredients are fully incorporated with your hands. Divide into two disks and set in the fridge to chill. 

Once the pie crust is set, you can begin the next part of the process. HiMERU-kun, I think you’re a lot like an apple pie in a funny sort of way. Hey! I’m just saying! Well let’s prepare the apples, can you peel them, I’ll core and slice them up. When we were living together in the dorms, during the summer, you were such a stranger to us. I would never have guessed that you had such a big sweet tooth with the serious airs you put on for us back then. I’m really glad you’ve been able to relax a bit more, HiMERU-kun and trust us with yourself. Oh, careful that you don’t cut yourself on the peeler! 

With the apples prepared, we can coat them in the other ingredients. I’ve already put the flour, sugar, spices, and lemon juice in the bowl, we just have to mix in the apples. Don’t be afraid to get a bit messy! You know, in the labyrinth for that TV show Vice Prez put us through, I didn’t expect you to be so torn on the decision at the end with your rewards. It’s okay to be selfish sometimes and we totally understand that! We’ll support you until the very end, you know? Make sure the apples are coated as evenly as possible. 

Okay, let’s roll out the pie crust and get these pies put together! The oven should be done preheating soon so we can get it in there when we’re ready! Ah, this makes me think of just all the trips we’ve been on and the shit we’ve pulled. I know you hate Rinne-kun’s pranks but life would be pretty dull without him in it, yeah? He’s really the reason any of us are here in ES right now huh. Hey! I can be sappy about him sometimes and I know you feel the same way don’t even try to deny it! Anyway just put the crust in the pie tin like so. 

Next we’ll fill the pie tin with the filling. Just spoon it in like that and spread it out. If you really think about it, filling a pie can really be a metaphor for becoming friends. Where do you end and where do I start? Oh, so now you’re telling me to not be so sappy? You were the one who wanted to make an apple pie together and you have to deal with me to get it! That’s why I’m trying to teach you how to make it in the first place! 

I’ve rolled out the other piece of the crust so we can just put that on top now and let me carefully cut some vents into it. It’s just to make sure the pie doesn’t explode in the oven, unless you want to spend the rest of the afternoon cleaning the oven too? Now that I’ve cut the vents, we can go around the crust and pinch it closed like this. Even if you look the same as you did all those months ago during the MDM, we can all tell you’ve changed a little. We’ve all grown on you HiMERU-kun~ Agh! Okay I get it I get it I’ll stop with the food metaphors. No I won’t but still. Let’s put the pie shield on and wash the top crust with that egg wash. 

We’ll put it in the oven for 25 minutes first before we take off that shield, just to make sure we don’t burn the pie. We wouldn’t want to burn your mood either, and I like you like this. I’m just saying, I like spending time with you HiMERU-kun, that’s all. What did you want to do while we waited? Dishes would be a good idea so we don’t have to do them later. Do you want to wash or dry? 

After the shield is removed, we’ll put it back in the oven for 35 more minutes to finish baking. The dishes are all put away which leaves us with a little bit of time to relax before we can pull it out and let it cool. Have you ever baked a pie, HiMERU-kun? I should have asked earlier but you did great with this one. Oh, HiMERU-kun our HiMERU-kun has never baked a pie before?! Well there’s a first time for everything and I’m really happy we got to make your first pie together! It’ll taste delicious and I’m sure it’ll end up on Cinnamon’s menu this season too. I meant it earlier when I said you were like an apple pie too, HiMERU-kun. You’re a bit tart at first bite but sweeten up very quickly and I’m glad I get to see this side of you~ Oh, the timer went off! Let’s pull it out to cool. We need to let it cool for a few hours before we can try it, so we can go do something else for a bit--

Ah, HiMERU-kun, what was that? I had something on my lips? And you didn’t get it all the first time? Well I won’t say no to another try~ Just make sure you don’t put your hand on the baking tray. 

[mars-ipan]

I need to get this out NOW, and you are an apt candidate. But because this is tumblr, I must censor myself a bit, the best I can, which is fine. It's probably saving me. Also, we all get the joy of me not being on anon. I don't know what is too much, but it's an inanimate object, so it's fine.

You know those bulky computers, ones from, say, the 90s and similar years. God. They are so fucking hot. I genuinely might be attracted to these computers... just a pinch. A little bit. A normal amount.

The bigger the better, too. New computers suck. They're too thin and lack the charm older ones have. I feel they might be a little bit too cocky. I like my large old men computers. He is so honest and charming. He is just himself. (Or themself, herself, itself.) He is trying his best for me, doing so well. He wants to do his best even with his limits. He wants to help you. He wants to make you happy. It's all he wants.

Not to mention, the modern keyboards' keys just don't stick out like they used to. When I see these big boys' keyboards with their clunky bases and keys jutting out, I just need to . . .run my hands across them, are you FUCKING kidding me... ?!

Oh, my sweet, sweet computer. Overheating is like panting and gasping for breath, absolutely overwhelmed, poor thing. Trapped in a world where you can only give and get no reward, there is no reward I can give you, but to fix you and let you sleep, I can give nothing new but to help you give me more. I suppose I could open you up and clean all of your parts carefully. I can wipe off your screen so I can see your beautiful face! I could plug you in and out, perhaps, but would that be any good for you? I seriously am not normal. I don't even care.

So many vents and ports, mm? So many buttons to press. Even a little disc compartment... I could run my finger across it to get the dust off. That's the most care I can give, I suppose.

I feel sick and I'm tired so I am stopping it here. That also might be part of why I have gotten this crazy in the first place.

fuck yeah dude get objectum in my inbox. i love it

these are a bit younger than your old men BUT i’m curious. any thoughts on the original iMac? i love these bad boys they’re so colorful

[sunnystaytiny2018]

Teacher Seonghwa and Big Brother Hongjoong

Hongjoong has been pining for his younger siblings teacher and his younger is fed up so they decided to come up with a plan to get them together

NO SMUT

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ATEEZ Fanfiction

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Fandom: ATEEZ

Pairing: Kim Hongjoong x Park Seonghwa

Genre: Fluff

POV: 3rd Person

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Seonghwa smiled as the sweet Tae played with his toys in innocent bliss. He was the last student that hadn't been picked up yet. Seonghwa looked around and let out a relieved sigh as he saw Hongjoong show up, the young one's older brother and guardian.

“Well you're later than usual today.” Seonghwa said softly and Hongjoong sighed as he ran a hand through his hair, revealing a glimpse of that delicious tattoo on his bicep.

“Sorry, something came up at my job.” Hongjoong said as Tae finally noticed his big brother.

“HYUNG!” He shouted excitedly and ran to his big brother and Hongjoong smiled, hoisting up his little brother to his hip. His brother hugged him tightly before squirming to get down.

“I have to admit, it's always rewarding to see how happy Tae is to see you.” Seonghwa smiled and Hongjoong’s face flushed very lightly.

“Oh well, I love him. Get your stuff, bud.” Hongjoong said to Seonghwa then to Tae as he gave his back a pat.

Tae watched the two with natural curiosity as he slowly walked to the cubbies. He could tell there was something between the two, his young mind just didn't know what it was.

“So what causes you to be this late?”

“Ugh. My boss.” Hongjoong sighed in annoyance. “Even when I tell them I have to be off on time to get my little brother, they don't listen. It's like they don't understand the responsibility. He is my baby, you know? But they insist on asking me to stay just one more hour and sh- oh sorry.” Hongjoong said, venting almost cussing.

“It's okay.”

“Thanks though.”

“For what?”

“For pretty much babysitting him while I struggle to come pick him up.”

“Well…” Seonghwa looked at little Tae getting his oversized bag from the cubby. “He's a sweet kid. Truly. You've been raising him quite well. He's polite, kind, and generous. He is always willing to share no matter how little it is.” A smile spread across Hongjoong's face.

“I'm glad, truly.” Hongjoong said with relief.

“In fact, listen, I know we aren't technically allowed to do this, but… I'll give you my number. So when you need a babysitter, call me. Free of charge, all I require is your friendship.” Seonghwa smiled and Hongjoong couldn't help but smile back.

“Aren't we kinda already friends?”

“We are.” Seonghwa agreed. The only reason the two had not exchanged numbers was because of the rule and Hongjoong is didn't dare to try to cross that line, but Seonghwa just did it. Hongjoong was embarrassed to even admit it to himself, Seonghwa was the only person he could consider a friend. That's how busy his life was. Seonghwa held his hand out and Hongjoong quickly handed him the phone.

Seonghwa tucked some of his pink hair behind his ear as he typed in his contact. He handed it back to Hongjoong and Hongjoong smiled.

“I sent myself a text, so I have your number now too.” Seonghwa told him and he nodded. Hongjoong was knocked forward by his little brother ‘bumping’ into him rather hard. His eyes widened as he toppled towards Seonghwa.

“Watch out!” But it was already too late as they landed in a compromising position. Seonghwa's hands were on Hongjoong's chest and Hongjoong held himself up the best he could to keep from hurting Seonghwa.

“OooooOOo. You look like a couple!” Hongjoong's little brother teased and Hongjoong's ears turned pink. He quickly struggled to get up and helped Seonghwa up as well. Hongjoong gave his brother a light smack to the back of his head.

“You did that on purpose! Didn't you?”

“Noooo.” His brother said as he avoided eye contact. Seonghwa chuckled at the two.

“Alright, I don't know about you two, but I want to go home.”

“Oh my God, me too. You have no idea.”

“Let's go, Tae.” Tae gave Seonghwa a mischievous grin before taking Hongjoong's hand and leaving with him.

── .✦

It was the weekend and Seonghwa was pleasantly surprised to find Hongjoong had messaged him.

Boy Crush

I hate to ask even though you already said to do so but do you think you could watch my brother for a bit? I have something I need to go to but I can't take him with me.

Before Seonghwa knew it he was standing in front of a rather nice house. Probably one of the things Hongjoong was busting his ass so hard for. Seonghwa couldn't help but feel the affections he has already swell more on how hard Hongjoong worked to keep a nice roof over his brother's head. Hongjoong opened the door with a relieved smile as he saw Seonghwa.

“Thank goodness, thank you so much.” Seonghwa immediately noticed how nicely dressed Hongjoong was.

“Yep, here I am. Wow, you look nice.” Seonghwa complimented as Hongjoong stepped aside and let Seonghwa in. Tae was watching something on the television and only spared Seonghwa a glance before returning to a foreign show. “Wait, he knows other languages?”

“Oh, he likes watching them for some reason. I don't even know how he found them but he loves them.” Hongjoong replied as he pulled a coat on. “Sorry, I gotta rush! Thank you again!”

── .✦

Seonghwa sat on the couch and watched whatever Tae was watching on the tv. Eventually he turned around to face Seonghwa with a mischievous glint in his eye.

“Hyung looked super excited for his date.”

“Date?” Seonghwa asked, his heart hurting a bit.

“Mhm, he's going on a date with Haneul Noona.” Tae said casually as he played with his Legos.

“I see. I thought it was something more important.” Seonghwa replied and Tae smiled.

“It is.”

── .✦

“I'm back.” Hongjoong called out. Tae had already been put to sleep and Seonghwa was sitting on the couch, watching whatever was on the tv.

“Oh, welcome back.” Seonghwa said standing up quickly and gathering his things. Hongjoong sensed a shift in Seonghwa’s attitude.

“Are you okay? Did Tae say something to upset you?” Hongjoong asked, clasping Seonghwa's shoulders.

“Um, no. Not really. How did your date go?” Hongjoong sighed.

“So that's what he said, huh?” Hongjoong said and rubbed his forehead.

“Well, is it not true?”

“Look, Haneul and I did go on a date… of sorts. Honestly, Haneul is my boss's daughter and she wants to open her own company. She wanted to offer me a position with 3x my current pay and less overtime hours.”

“Why are you telling me this? That's irrelevant to me.” Seonghwa brushed off. Hongjoong reached out and clasped Seonghwa's shoulders again.

“Is it?” The air grew thick as the two stared at each other. The tension is as thick as thieves. Hongjoong leaned closer and paused halfway. Seonghwa's heart raced before meeting Hongjoong half way. Their lips crashed in a passionate kiss. Seonghwa's hands tangled in Hongjoong's hair while Hongjoong grabbed at his sides. They pulled away breathless. “Do you understand how I feel?” Hongjoong breathed as he cupped Seonghwa's neck.

“YAY! Hongjoong Hyung and seonsaengnim are together!!” Tae said gleefully, startling the two males. The two blushes but chuckled as they went to Tae.

[sailingseals]

Hihi..hi like just wanted to yap about this one dream my friend had about Our Wonderland...if thats okay :3 (its really long..trust me..and hopefully it makes sense??)

It starts with them as a rabbit guard patrolling the castle?? They go in the kitchen to find the whole crew arguing about what to eat for breakfast??(In the dream they all live in the same castle?? None of them curropted i guess..)

Bucks suggested that they should eat M&Ms?? But the rest disagreed cuz it was too sweet?? Orlam then suggested some sort of really really fancy and long named dish..(their brain couldn't handle to memorize all that..) after all that my friend spoke up and said that they should eat porridge..they were rewarded with deadpan stares, Genzou specifically looked very irritated.. My friend got a bit upset and uhh nervous so they decided to back off and continue their duty..

uhh they said they were outside tending to the plants when suddenly Genzou showed up looking furious then punches..them?? They blacked out and woke up in the dungeon?? While figuring out how to leave, Cecil shows up at the dungeon..says something like "oh, you're in here? Ok." And then proceeds to clean the cell?? My friend tried asking for help but all Cecil said was no and leaves immediately..

Suddenly everything goes black and they wake up in the halls of the castle?? (Somehow they escaped behind the scenes??)

Uhmm after all that..they still continue their duties so they search in rooms trying to look for a broom when they opened a door (they really really like Orly..) they saw both Orlam and Iggy just playing video games together with one of their heads on the other's shoulder..They thought they were disturbing something intimate so they left them be?? (i dont know whats happening anymore..)

Later on we see our protagonist of the dream (my friend..) cleaning a spot somewhere..then Cecil shows up and he bluntly says "you're doing it wrong." He then takes the broom to do the exact same thing my friend was doing, Cecil says "this is how you do it." Then both Him and my friend argued on how to clean that one spot properly??

After that Cecil tells them that they should go outside to tend to the plants instead, they did as they were told and walked away irritated. Outside they went to the garden then suddenly talks to the Kiddie Kruise flower (who was there for soem reason?) they started venting to the poor poor flower about all that happened then the flower replied "You're an idiot" and they woke up?

(oh and they said they passed by Jerry but didn't want to talk to him and they felt bad skkdjc)

..haha.. intresting..:3

[tainted-sweet-meats]

Another Vent Oc that I don't think I have shared here. This is actually a persona of mine. While I do have a main fursona I do have many personas that represent a lot of things in my life that I have outgrown in terms of toxic behaviors towards myself or things I have been through. Mainly jumping into toxic relationships as a form of self harm hence their character habits. N-1 Was created when I had I.Ded as NB at a time in my early 20's not realizing what I was in my transness and still figuring myself out..I had a ton of self-body hate as well. Keep in mind this character has been twisted into extremes I still use them as an Oc to vent with at times now as an oc you can read more about their info under the cut vvvvvvv

Full name: N-1 ( Negative-one) Gender/ sexuality: Nonbinary,??? Pronouns: They/Them Size: 9"1' Species: Demon of Coveting BirthPlace/Birthday: ???/ was never born Zodiac Sign: ???

Voiceclaim: N/A (bolded text is their demonic voice)

Speech quirk "I can never be what you want me to be..so I will love myself in self-injury!!" "Please show me your human love... conquer my heart..devour me entirely in unrestrained covet." "You're not very passionate..your love is clearly false..surely I should render your flesh from your body to show you my true affections." "I love breaking those who are mine... their submission to me is sweet. Oh, how they fluster me in such a way."

personality music

N/A

General info

N-1 is a creature that derives their life force from self pain, be it infliction to self or seeking out human lovers they know will never love them unconditionally. They are supernatural being that couldn't have come into existence without the help of humans. Human suffering through unrequited love created them. 

Do not be fooled by their pretty words, they love nothing more than to hunt humans to eventually grow bored of them and rip them apart. Their entire body is a walking weapon. They are entirely nude, even their faux heels are attached to their flesh. This is a part of themselves they severely hate. While they despise their femininity in every form be it body and more, they covet the femininity in humans. When they are in a state of mania their hair tends to attack itself, ripping away at their own skin to find relief from whatever is distressing them.

Their compacity for love is not human and is linked to extremes. Like most demons, their body and words are their absolute weaponry against mankind. A human should never try to love this creature because it will be their eventual demise.

Human interaction

N-1 is a highly coveting creature, with humans, they become entranced with the idea of a human versus the human themselves. They are enamored by a human's fragility and volatile emotional state of mind. There is something broken and yet complete about a human, that demons like N-1 enjoy. N-1 is entranced by their sense of choice, while they follow basic instincts, humans do not... humans are able to learn beyond it. An N-1 covets this nature of them.

With a human, they don't understand how a demon's body functions..... a human could easily succumb to their form of love. They give pretty words to their human lovers and reward them with bodily lacerations and even death. N-1 claims this is how they show their love for said human and they wish for said human to do the same to them. Though no human can truly conquer N-1, let alone cause a fatal blow to kill them. This angers N-1 to react violently to destroy and render said human, just to search for another who can fulfill their needs. N-1 claims if said human loved them enough said human would inflict the same pain they inflict on them. To show they truly love them unconditionally...

Likes: Human flesh, body worship, submission of others, self-lacerating, devouring lovers, women, coveting humans, collecting lovers Dislikes:  Their femininity, the dominance of a man

Summoning: Negativity in relationships, the sexual obsession with the flesh, coveting another, salt surrounding a bed or resting place Offerings: sexual rituals, gold, goat hearts, self inflictions at their alter

[tripthelightfandomtastic]

at work I support children w special needs and sometimes it’s really draining& lately it’s just had me burned right out :/

I just imagine coming home after a long, loud, exhausting day and cuddling up next to Danny while he whispers sweet praises about how incredible he think I am for doing what I do even when it wears me down.

(Bonus: sweet, romantic sex where he does everything and anything to make me feel good, relaxed and appreciated)

Oh, I know that feeling, I've been in your shoes before, and it is tiring. I just think Danny would see the way you damn near crawl through the front door. He'd sit on the couch with you with some mind-numbing television on, giving you a much needed foot massage as you vent about the day. He'd run you a warm bath, letting you relax while Danny grabs you some clean pj's and a warm towel for you. He'd give you so many gentle kisses and hold you tight, his hands roaming over your body, between your legs, lips around your nipple as he helps you completely relax. "My sweet girl deserves only the best. Wanna make you feel this good all the time." He'd whisper softly as his fingers fill you up, talking sweet words in your ear as you cum for him. Danny loves to pamper his hard-working girl, showing you how much he sees all your efforts and care. Letting you be taken care of is the best reward.

[parakeetdetective]

Video Calls

✰- Paring -✰ Feitan X Reader

✰ - TW(s)- ✰ Light NSFW

✰ - Note- ✰ Short and sweet. I just liked the idea of a reader reading the quest text to Feitan while playing an mmo. I feel like it's basically cannon he likes video games.

✰ - Word Count- ✰ 863

You swear you're a good girl. It's only natural for you to want to play with the best players you can find. So when you met a dude with above-average skills on your favorite online video game, you added him to your friends list. His mic was never on, but yours was to communicate the little bits of information needed. Sometimes you'd add in some sardonic jokes. Over time you started receiving more and more invitations to join their party. Fine. Normal. You just played together a lot. Then you exchanged contact information outside of the game. This is a little rare for you but still nothing crazy. 

Things started out light. His spelling and grammar were less than impressive, and he still wouldn't get on voice chat. As you came to find out, he wasn't speaking his native language, so you couldn't blame him. You knew some basic things about him. He worked a lot. Traveled a lot. He'd send you tons of pictures of where he was traveling. Sent you pictures of his laughable pc setup, an old duck-taped laptop on concrete with a beaten razor naga. After you sent, a picture of your new 3 monitor setup complete with LED lights out the ass. There were a couple other images sent back and forth. Nothing you couldn't tell your folks about. 

Eventually, he got a mic, or as you later found out, he figured out how to download the discord app onto his phone so you wouldn't have to use the in-game voice chat. He'd talk here and there, but it was mostly you. He never had much time, but you really valued what you had. Coming home from a day of work to unwind and have someone to vent to meant a lot to you. A great non, judgemental listener.

You're not fully ready to admit when things really started, but he'd begun to send you some less-than-work-appropriate images. At first, it was some art he was into. Then more art, but this time it was of some women tied up with the simple caption,

"You."

What you'd later know as 'shibari' was new and exciting. Very exciting. You'd replied something like, "Really? Doesn't look much like me."

"It will." 

You'd hoped that was a promise. Promptly changing his name to Fei with a little heart in your phone.  

Art turned into even more irl images. A couple tame ones showing himself at random locations. Then the less than tame ones…

You remember feeling so embarrassed the first time he sent you an image of his cock you practically locked your phone and threw it across the room. This wasn't like you, but then again, you'd put a surprising amount of effort into the pictures you'd send back. Seeing a video explaining how to get the perfect sneaky shot of your ass in a mirror while making it look like you were casually taking a selfie. While obviously, the only thing you'd be wearing was a lacy thong. Such efforts were always rewarded with more attention and images of himself. Eventually moving to send you videos of him enjoying the photo collection.

A shaky video aimed just so that only his muscular chest and groin were visible. Running his hand over a prominent bulge in his pants. Slowly. Letting out a small groan. Unzipping and gingerly freeing himself. Precum was already forming at the tip as he pumped the base of his shaft. The only light was coming from his phone, illuminating him while he's got your images pulled up. 

"So pretty." He'd groan. 

You got a few of these videos, but they were a treat. Something that kept you striving to make yourself as palatable as possible for his hungering eyes. 

Naturally, you'd begun listening to him touch himself over the phone too. He's practically begged to hear your pretty little moans. So you had to join in too. He had you uttering things over the phone that the next day felt utterly cringy. You loved it. 

Then there were the gifts. Oh, the gifts. First, he sent you a glittering silver necklace. And, of course, you sent back photos of it lying perfectly on your collarbone, where it was definitely the main focus and not your exposed flesh. Then a cute kitty body pillow. Then a bit of silk rope. You thought nothing of the old, beaten, and often oversized cardboard boxes they'd appear in. You just figured it had all been packed personally. Never considered it may have been hand-delivered as well. 

That black silky cord was too exciting for you to linger on details. It took some googling, but you'd figured out how to tie yourself up pretty well for doing it yourself. It came in handy for video calls. 

Arms tied behind your back with your ass raised to rock your body into the large pink dildo suctioned to the bed frame. Making puppy dog eyes at the camera. Begging him for a real cock to play with. Purring thank yous when he'd call you a dirty whore. He still never talked much, but his heavy-lidded eyes and slow strokes spoke louder than words. 

[matenrou-fan]

Random hypmic characters with overworked fem! s/o

comfort, cuddles

Ichiro, Ramuda, Jakurai, Doppo, Rosho

Ichiro

-"Mm? You look more tired than usual"

-He's so worried as if he afraid that you'll fall unconscious in any second

-But actually, he can understand you. He's hard worker himself cause he need some money to support his brothers

-"It's great that you're ready to show so much effort in your work, but don't stress yourself too much, okay..?" he pat your head and lead you to his kitchen "I probably should make you something sweet and nutritious as a reward for your hard work today, hm?"

-As you will eat your dinner he would listen to your complaints if you have any, and then give you some advices

-He's great in support people, even if he don't know how to deal with some of your problems he will at least cheer you up

-"Well, what about spending evening in my bed? I find new anime that we can watch together, I'm sure you will like it.." he smile and than suddenly take you on his arms "You can even stay for night"

-Will call you sometimes during your work hours just to check if you let yourself have a lunch break

Ramuda

-"Ooh? Is my favorite dolly having a bad day?"

-He's good at reading others people's emotions, especially yours, so he can immediately tell that you're absolutely tired

-"Oh, my poor little thing, come closer..!" he jump on his couch and pat his laps as if he beckon you "Here, take a candy, it's always makes me feel more energetic..!"

-If you need to vent a little he will listen carefully as he plays with your hair

-Not really good with advices but his cheerful behavior make you relax and forget about your problems

-Will turn into joke your sad stories about some little accidents in your work, trying to show things in another angle

-"You shouldn't push yourself so hard, you know?!" he huff as he poke your cheek "You're my little doll, after all, and I wanted to play dress up with your today, huh.."

-If you accidentally fall asleep on his laps he would giggle and definitely make few photos just to tease you later

Jakurai

-"Is something wrong, darling?"

-He also quickly notice how tired you look today, get closer to you and touch your forehead gently

-"Oh, my dear, so you was working hard today..?" he smiles softly as he slowly take you arm "I'm glad that you being such a good worker, but I think it's time to relax a little.."

-Will shower you with affection in this evening - make you bath (he can even help you rub your back!), dry your hair, brush them, make you a little massage and make you some soothing ginger tea

-He will listen to your worries after that, as he hug you gently in his bed, his arms caressing your back

-Always give you advices, if you have problems with your work he will give you suggestions how he can help you or what you should do

-"Did you feel better now?" he ask as he kiss your cheeks softly, always so caring and gentle around you "That's good, you look much better with this cute smile on your face.."

-Will try to change your schedule so you will have more time for rest, he really worried that you will overwork yourself again

Doppo

-"S..s/o..? Are you alright?"

-He really overworked himself but he can tell that you feel tired, just simple change in your gaze can tell him something wrong

-He's so worried!!! Oh, what he should do..?!

-"P..please, lay down, you should relax..! I will do everything today myself!!" he take your hands in his, as he look at you with such nervous look at his pale face "You always take care of me, so it's my time to return a favor!"

-Even if he's super tired after his paperwork he will make dinner and wash all dishes, don't want to disturb you even a little

-He always ready to listen to you venting about your boss or problems in work, he absolutely understand you here

-But he can give you any advice as he always push himself too much and have a bad habit to sit on office till late night

-"I'm sorry for being such bad role model..! As your boyfriend I need to always check you well-being" he whine a little while he hugs you closer, as tight as he can, as if he afraid you will fade away "Please don't be like me, I don't want you to lose your sparkle and happy face..."

-Will ask you every evening how was your day and if you feel tired again

Rosho

-"Honey, tell me what happened? Are you alright?"

-Your sad face make his heart ache as you tell him that you just really tired after work

-"Again? I told you not to stress yourself like that..!" he scoff with annoyed face, then sigh "I will take care of your today, but only if you promise me that you'll never stay in your office after your work hours ends again, okay?"

-It's a little bit embarrassing for him to show his gentle affection so he will try to hide it with annoyance but honestly will be really soft, his voice really quite and gentle

-Let you rest on his laps, as you leaning closer to his chest and vent quietly, his warm hand in your hair, patting you slowly

-He hold you close as he try to give you some advices and just cheer you up, he's a teacher and sometimes his students also ask for some advice so he's good at it

-"Mm? It's look like you almost dozed off in my hug, darling..." he chuckle and take you in his arms "Come on, no more work and stress for today, you should take a nap. I will lay down with you too, to make sure you will actually let yourself rest, okay?"

-As a teacher, he also can overwork himself sometimes, but he never wanted you to do the same, too worried about your health

[musette22]

Hey darling, how are you doing? I hope you're doing amazing, but either way, please know that we (I should speak for myself only, but I'm sure there are plenty of others here who feel the same!) appreciate you talking about anything you like/want to talk about, whether it's about your personal life, or other hobbies and interests, shitty dates, nice dates, literally anything! I for one love to read everything you have to say, whether it's negative or positive; I love the gorgeous pictures you take and share with us from your trips, and just.. THANK YOU for sharing yourself with us! This was just a side-note though.

Ashamedly, I'm not always vocal enough about these things, but I just remembered that you've expressed how much it means to you, so here I am, writing this because I suddenly thought of you for some reason, and just the thought of you made me feel better (I'm sick and soo whiny right now by the way, lol) so I was like I GOTTA spam her. Duty is being fulfilled, I guess. 😂

But my real message is this:

I love your fics and writings and I mean it. you have absolutely no idea just how many times your fics -that I've reread dozens of times and will continue to do so eagerly!- helped me cope with different situations, whether it was when I'm sick and feel weak and depressed like I am right now, or if I was going through a professionally or an emotionally stressful period of time, it doesn't matter. I always read your fics, and a lot of other people's whom I don't know unfortunately, but I hope every writer knows this nevertheless. Just know that right now, I'm so incredibly grateful for your existence and your works, and putting yourself out there, because that's why I'm able to cope right now, and oh so many other times. This is a very awkwardly structured paragraph and I'm completely aware of that. But I just want you to know how deeply grateful I am for you, your fics and writings specifically, they've been huge parts of many of my days for the past couple years, and they've always made it better, easier for me. And that's a LOT, okay?

You may not be appreciated enough, but you are appreciated.

The same goes for every other writer, if you're a writer and you're seeing this, you deserve the best & thank you for sharing pieces of yourself so gracefully.

I wanna say that's all, but it's not, rest of it is beyond my vocabulary though, so again, thank you! Take care sweetheart! 💕💙

Oh wow 🥺 I'm literally blow away by your message, sweetheart. You're so unbelievably kind and sweet and generous, I'm just a little bowled over by it! Thank you, so so much, for your kind words and your thoughfulness, you have no idea how much it means, truly 💖💖

I'm so very sorry to hear that you're not feeling well at the moment, that's awful! I hope you'll feel much better very soon, and please take care of yourself!! Drink lots of tea and eat healthy foods, sleep lots and be as kind to yourself as you are to me and others, okay? ❤️ And in the meantime, if you ever need to get anything off your chest, please don't hesitate to message me to rant or vent or share anything at all! I'm always more than happy to listen and offer whatever advice or relief I can 🙏🏻

And thank you for appreciating me 😭 I'm so grateful for everything you said about me sharing bits of my life on here, that's honestly so heartwarming to hear! I will definitely keep that in mind, thank you so much, lovely. And as for your wonderful words about my writing.... you're gonna make me cry, but in a good way... Aaaahhh I'm just so 🥺🥺 Writing is hard sometimes, especially when life is exhausting, but it's so fulfilling too, and so rewarding when you get amazing feedback like this from lovely people like you! I am overjoyed to know that my stories have been able to bring you some joy and comfort whenever you needed it, that means more to me than I can say. Thank you for sharing that with me! 🫶🏼

And I know exactly what you mean - I'm also deeply, deeply grateful for every other brilliant writer whose work I've enjoyed at various times in my life, and I am just so happy that there are so many people out there who love things so much that they'll create beautiful things for others to enjoy for free. How crazy wonderful is that?? Forever grateful for fanfiction and fanart etc., and so so happy to share my own creations with people who appreciate them as much as you do 💗

You're appreciated right back, my darling! So, so much. I am hugging you so hard in my mind right now, and I am wishing you the speediest of recoveries and sending you all the love and healing vibes!! Hope you feel better soon, and once again: THANK YOU 🙏🏻💫❤️

[veliseraptor]

IDK if this will help fix your writing machine but July 1 is the beginning of Camp Nanowrimo, which is like regular Nanowrimo (run by the same people) except much more chill. You can decide what your word count goal is (literally anything) and what type of thing you're working on (short stories, scripts, etc). If you're the kind of person who needs a shot of external serotonin, maybe setting a small, achievable goal and getting through it in a month will help jump-start you? (I've also heard that writing in a notably different font than usual might help, aka comic sans or if you're extra hard mode I've heard some people use wingdings!) But either way I will keep my fingers crossed for your writing machine to be all well-oiled and functional!

oh man anon this is so sweet of you and also thank you for giving me the opportunity to vent about why this entire situation is such a fucking mess for me because oh boy is it

cause the thing is. on the one hand I like setting goals and meeting those goals, it makes me very happy to manage that and sometimes having a structure that's not just my own brain is a good way to do that. on the other hand I am prone to setting overly ambitious goals and then getting upset at myself when I can't meet them, or setting low goals and then moving the goalposts for myself when I do meet them, or setting low goals, meeting them, and then going "well that doesn't count because it wasn't that big a deal anyway so don't you dare feel accomplished about it."

then on the third hand I'm actively working on learning how to rest and not feel like I have to be constantly proving that I deserve to exist by way of creative production, and doing something like Camp Nanowrimo would be actively flying in the face of that because it would be feeding my "must always be writing, if not writing then bad and worthless" monster. and on the fourth hand when I'm not writing at all for long periods of time I start to feel bad about it in general because it just feels bad not writing, so then I feel bad about not writing because I'm not being ~productive~ but also feel bad about not writing just because not writing feels bad. and none of this is good for creativity.

then also there's the thing that's like "is this a thing where I need to push through the sludgy gross feeling in order to get things moving again or is this a situation where I need to rest and leave it alone for a little while and come back to it later" and the fact that my inclination is always to push through but maybe that just makes things worse but also maybe it just makes things worse to keep not doing it and get more stuck, but also maybe I get more stuck because I start obsessing about my writing/not writing status, so maybe that's a reason to practice deliberately not writing so that it's easier to take breaks, but also that feels bad, but maybe it feels bad because of the fucked up psychological stuff I'm trying to work through and stop doing.

but also working through the fucked up psychological stuff is hard and it is easier to want to cave to the thing that has always gotten me rewards which is pushing myself all of the time but that's probably not sustainable but also how do I stop when stopping feels bad, etc. etc. etc. and it all goes like that in circles, around and around and around. as you can imagine this is also very wearying and takes up a lot of space and energy that could be used for other things, like writing, if I wasn't operating on six levels of meta-feeling about writing.

i am so good at overthinking you guys, my real #1 skill

[xsnow-bunny]

I guess this is my first post. Didn't know what to put as my nickname. Picked something with bunnies. I have 2 bunny plushies and I guess that's why.

I guess I finally made the account to vent about stuff. I've been holding in stuff for a while and I need an outlet. An echo chamber where I'll feel heard, but people probably won't find my posts. A good solution.

I started uni last month and juggling both work and uni has been hard. I regret not starting uni earlier. Everything is so expensive, but I'll manage. Applied for a loan so all that I'll have to manage will be living expenses.

Lately whenever I look in the mirror and see my reflection a strong feeling of self hate fills me every time. I hate looking at my body. Will I put in the work, will I take the steps? Yeah, sure, I already started taking them. I started dieting. Not eating and limiting my food intake is easy. At least when I have my reflection to remind me of what I look like. When I do forget, I have a chance to binge eat or stress eat. Not good.

I want to be like all the other girls. Dressed up pretty and dolled up. Getting compliments. I want to be like the girls that put in effort into their appearance and it pays off. Skincare routine. Working out. Wearing nice, fitting clothes. But I'm not sure where to start. I can start with the skincare. But getting into a routine can be so hard sometimes. I'm not sure where to start doing my research, what products to buy. Will I be able to afford them? As for the clothes, I could go to a clothing store, or a Goodwills, but we don't have any of those around here. Working out? Thinking of it fills me with dread. I'm embarrassed to show myself in public. I'm ashamed of my body. Even moving around at home, where I live alone, feels shameful. I hate the way I look.

I guess one of the main reasons as for why I started this blog was to analyze my own mental health when I'm in a good place mentally and what could be the cause as to why it declines. I also want to keep track of my weight loss.

Right now it's at about xx kg when I weighted myself today. Last week it was xx kg, so that's progress. I spoke with my doctor and we are getting me on MySimba. It's a drug that reduces stress eating and helps in weight loss by reducing your food intake. Honestly I've been taking it on and off. I suck at following a routine. So for the past two weeks I didn't take it. Only started taking it again two days ago. Sometimes they make me dissociate. Make me emotionally numb. I'm sure it's because of one of the main components. I remember one of them being classified as an antidepressant, depending on the European country. The other one, the one that's supposed to help me with my eating, is used for addicts to help them treat their addiction. I think it blocks some of the receptors so I don't feel rewarded or happy from eating and stuff. Which the medicine does work pretty great.

When I'll get my pay next week I'm planning on getting on a strict diet. For now I'm pretty broke. But it will be very restrictive. About 1k kcal. Which I do realize is too little for most people. But I do live a pretty inactive life, so. I did have a note somewhere, and I guess I'll attach it. The prices are in Norwegian Krones but I think the total will be about 100$ for a months worth of groceries.

I do know that milk has more calories, but I do like to drink coffee and tea. I have a bunch in my cupboard. About 25 different teas and coffees in total. But mostly teas. I don't really sweaten them. I do prefer sweeter coffee, though. If it's not sweet then it at least needs milk and I'll be good. I don't expect to lose 1kg a week each week. I just wanted to have a general idea of my daily burned kcal and make calculations based off of that. Oh well. We'll see how that goes. I'll get my pay sometime next week so I'll do my groceries then and that's when it's gonna start. For now I'll empty out my freezer and fridge of whatever leftover food I have. I have a bunch of spices and dry stuff like beans and lentils, frozen veggies and some meat. So it's not like I'm gonna starve until my payday. I have paid for all the other living expenses so I'm good to go. Usually people get their pay at the end or start of the month. I get it in the middle.

Oh, yeah, the calculations are based off of 4 weeks. So 28 days.

[pep-the-artemis]

vent + poem

when I was younger

3 years ago now

which I know is hardly younger

but for me is significant.

When I was younger

I was looking into universities

one such was Oxford.

Oxford

that one beast that chokes me out of sleep

that beats and bullies me and degrades me into tears

that which comforts me in sweet melodies.

To get in

you have to win

and to win you have to play the vile things game

3 games infact.

I could not lose since

in my mind

intellegence was part of my existance

so to lose the game

would be to lose and eye, leg, or arm.

intellegence was part of my existance

because thats how they personified me

my parents, my teachers, and occasionally my peers

and lets not forget myself.

I have created the perfect dillusion

I am not smart

at least not as much as I may seem.

if you ever meet me

I'll tell you everything I know

which will only lead you to conclude

there must be more I do not show.

Grandeur feels great until you learn

perfection is worth no praise

and anything less is worth dishonor.

Please praise me

father

I am not worthy of my visage

but I still want to be praised.

I came to the first game with immature excitement.

arrogance sheltered me

through her embrace I can feel worthy.

I won the first game

what a grand shame

if I failed

the story ends

and I can sleep happy

but I just had to go and win.

I was invited to the second game

this time I could not lose

I have tasted the possiblities

the world was now my plaything

to overcome and rule

for anything less would be worth dishonor.

I won the second game

and it was all over

I was invited to dine with the other victors

to drink in the hallowed halls

dining on sweet nectar and bread.

I am able to count

I am not that foolish

foolish?

oh how the life of a jester would be so grand

free and protected

danccing and singing

oh how merry.

No one cares about the third game

the third games easy

just get the grades

It's hardly worth discussion

Well except for this story unsually

because I failed the final game.

It had now been two years since I began

and I just lost

riduculous

I cannot lose

not me

never

its impossible

I am perfection

perfect

but I just lost

I can not possibly let this be the end.

So I continued fighting

the battle long over

yet I did not tire

I was too scared

ashamed more likely.

A glimmer of hope

to retake my final year

and replay the game

I got so close last time

I could not have gotten any closer

so again I shall play.

I had returned

I remembered the first game well

I was ready to win once more

to claim triumpth and victory

to finally restart and prove that i was worthy

worthy of appraisal

because if I wasn't

then who am I?

I did not win

I failed the first game.

A year was my punishment

to retake my final year

but with no reward waiting for me.

My mind fell into hell

It hurt so badly every day

but i had to keep marching forward

for a prize i had no desire for.

I began having dreams

more like fantasies

of what it would be like if I were to lose an leg

or maybe even an arm

during a freak train accident it would always happen

then to the hospital through the slow recovery

then reabilitation as I got used to the new prostetic.

it was always yellow.

except for the running blades

since I could only imagine them as black

but still they fasinated me

the arch reminded me of satyrs

mythical beasts who roam freely

singing and dancing to there merriment.

I never glorified the experience

the pain was the most entising parts

the innability to stand without a sharp constant pain thrilled me. The breathlessness innitially after the significant blood loss were you begin to question if you'll even survive. All of it enthralled me.

Perhaps I could manifest my own reality

to make my dreams come true

so the world could see how I truly felt.

Losing a limb was not possible

to pull of a stunt like that

insanity.

What about something simplier

to lose an eye

which comparitvly is very simple

all one needs is a sharp object

then a sudden stabbing motion would do the trick

all I needed was a time and place.

My parents told me they were leaving for the night

going off to a formal buissness dinner

leaving me alone.

It could not have been better.

It was all perfect

I mapped the event down to the dot

On my left most was my knife

a gift for christmas

to sharp points and a octagonal hilt

I don't need to explain its purpose.

Then next was a kitchen cloth

just an ordinary cloth

ready to stop the blood.

Thirdly was my phone

so that i could phone the police

and tell them oh so gleefuly

to send an ambulance.

I cannot myself drive

by choice but my fathers fault

but thats an issues for another day.

I didn't do it.

I was too scared

how pitiful

kids half my age could slit there wrists with a smashed plate easily and come back the next day and do it again but not me i am a coward I am weak and couldn't even do this.

After a while

my mind calmed a bit

and moved on to other things

I still needed a future

and so I looked

and in looking I found Ecole Polytechnique.

She was amazing

I loved her

with her I forgot my pain

It no longer mattered.

She did not resiprocate my emotions

and rejected me swiftly.

In my past 3 years,

I had managed to get rejected

from 13 universities.

not all universities rejected me though

one didn't

my father loved it

I wanted to love it

but it was located in London

and so I hated it

but i had no other choice

I though.

One day

nearing the half way point of the 3rd year

my schools university advisor told me something

great news

news that made me cry in fear.

If I take a gap year

I can try again

and maybe this time win.

When I heard this

I knew I had no choice

but this time I had to beat the third game

before taking on the first then second.

I did it

barely

well not really

I failed to get enough for my beloved course

but enough to attempt a different one.

So I was once again ready

to play the game of the devil

this time (like last time)

I knew there was no second chances.

I won the first game.

The second game I am unsure off

I made many big mistaked

but also made many great triumpths

altogether I am greatly ashamed

and dishonored.

And now I am waiting

been waiting for over a month

and now only have a week to go

before I found out if I won.

What if i fail?

I will burn my copy of Carmilla

why?

I don't know

it just feels like what i must do

maybe its a distraction

so I don't have to think.

I cannot sleep

Instead I have begun writing vents about this issue in the form of broken verse poetry

who could possibly sleep?

If I fail

I will have done nothing

4 years of my life burned to ash

and eternally chained

with the knowledge that i was not good enough

and in my endless pursuit of my mighty beast

it will kill me too.

(metaphorically I'm not suicidal)

If you've read all this. thank you, I enjoy speaking into the void of tumblr, its a nice excuse not to sleep. I will make sure to keep y''all informed when the day comes.

[pose4photoml]

Your trademarks are being an awesome friend, two drink Fridays, and being able to survive your one coworker. Also just being awesome in general

Hi- This is so sweet 🥰 (much needed to read after this morning)

Your an awesome friend as well, I’m glad we meet, and I appreciate you always letting me vent to ya about well pretty much everything lately!!

2 drink Friday’s started when after a very crazy week I felt I needed a treat!! After that my friend joked that I should do a little something for myself each week since I’m usually busy helping others 😉 So now I reward myself with two drinks from Starbucks every Friday!!

(Even my boss rewards me with Starbucks gift cards when I help out a little bit more at work)

Oh yes the coworker who must not be named! I actually stood up for her last week.. believe or not. I gave her a ride to lunch and told her I didn’t like the way another coworker treated her, especially since she did it in front of clients no less. The surprise look on her face. Priceless!! I believe we had a breakthrough in understanding a little bit more of each other. Now if I could just get her to work on her time management skills at work as sometimes I can’t do my job until she’s done hers. Which is why I get so frustrated with her a lot!!