#and i am not just talking about the excessive use of a pillow

[azriona]

Not a Fairy Tale Kiss, Chapter 41

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Avenger!OFC (2nd person POV)

This Chapter word count: 2.4k ~ Total Story count: 149k ~ This chapter is rated Mature. Chapters are posted on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and some Sundays.

Summary: When you and Bucky are both accidentally hit with sex pollen while on a mission, you're determined to keep your relationship status at friendship, even if you’d like it to be more. Even if you think he feels the same. Even if you accidentally end up pregnant. Even if it kills you.

(Spoiler Alert: it might actually kill you. Good luck with that.)

Trigger warnings include discussion of abortion, failed pregnancies, deaths of both mom & baby--not the MC! Full warnings on AO3. Happy ending is guaranteed, despite warnings. Please see AO3 for full A/N and tags.

Chapter Summary: In which you and Bucky engage in some pillow talk. Complete with a pillow.

“I just want it to be like we were before,” you say, almost desperate. “Except with more naked. And a baby in a few months.” “For the record, though. If this were seventy years ago, you’d already be my best girl.” A little bit of something melts in your heart, and maybe you shift a little closer to him. “Really?” “Mm-hmm.” He shifts closer too, his naked body warm against yours, his nose nuzzling your forehead, liking he’s angling for a kiss. “What do you think of that?” “I think… if I’m your best girl, I kinda have to wonder who your next-best girl is. Or your worst girl. How many girls do you have anyway, Bucky?” He draws away with narrowed eyes and thin lips—your favorite of his exasperated glares. You grin at him. “I mean, I know the history books say you were a hit with the ladies, but—” Bucky tickles you, and you collapse into giggles. “Changin’ my mind about worst girl here, darlin’.” You snuggle closer against him, feeling his arms wrap around you, holding you close. Wrapping you up under the blankets, next to him, safe and warm and… Oh. His. He wants you to be his.

Read the rest (including the pillow) on AO3.

[stellamarielu]

first thing

jack abbot x female reader

summary: lazy mornings with jack are few and far between, but they always exceed your expectations or jack topping you from the bottom while you ride him first thing in the morning!

content: nsfw, 18+ mdni, literally nothing but smut, established relationship of some sort (let your imaginations run wild), p in v sex, dirty talk bc of course, excessive use of the nickname baby, jack being a veryyy lowkey pleasure dom

word count: 1.1k

author’s note: i’m a firm believer that our dear dr. abbot has a filthy mouth, so of course i had to write something nasty for him. the lack of smut for that smug son of a bitch is criminal. also i am convinced that he would call you baby in bed, but only in bed. i dont think he’d be one for pet names, but something about him being all pussy drunk and calling you baby through low raspy groans. yeah. that is all… enjoy!

“You havin’ fun up there?” Jack’s voice was peppered with self-righteous teasing. His words melted into the air through a lazy drawl as you straddled his lap, his dick buried deep between your legs.

Fifteen minutes ago, you were both fast asleep, bodies intertwined under his linen sheets.

You stirred awake in each other's arms, a tangled mess of limbs in the soft yellow hues of morning light that fought through the blinds. Slow sensual touches on bare skin led to your body on top of his. Feeling the familiar stretch as you sunk down on him, you took your time rolling your hips and coaxing quiet grunts from the man below you before either of you could even think about getting out of bed for the day.

It was rare for you to have an upper hand in the bedroom. When it came to Jack, dominance was his territory, the power associated with it fed his ego. It was uncommon to catch him in a moment of vulnerability, but sometimes you found him trading his strong willed attitude for a more docile demeanor. It often appeared when he was preoccupied or overcome with the need for relief, giving into the soft comfort of your hands on his body. He had to be just needy enough to willingly let take the lead, and even then, he could never fully submit.

He used his words in retaliation.

Maybe his rigid frame would melt under your touch, or his inhibitions would fall to the side at the sound of your pathetic little moans, but he would always rely on his words to remind you who was really in charge. 

“Nice and slow just like that.” The deep rasp of his voice echoed between your bodies; his instruction still laced with sleep. 

A smirk peeked through his slumber worn expression, fingertips resting at the flesh of your waist as your body pressed into his.

His head fell back into the pillow, eyes threatening to close, and you could feel his fingers hug harder into your skin with each rock of your hips.  

“There you go.” He held you, trying his best to let you set the pace, but desperately wanting to tighten his grip and drag you along his body— rough and impulsive. 

Your fucked-out stare scanning him from above was the only thing keeping him in check.

Your pleading eyes begged for control. They practically oozed with desperation as you rode him. It was enough to make his grasp soften as he surrendered to your desire, watching as you used him to please yourself. Used him. His dick pulsed at the notion. 

Jack was addicted to you, mind numbingly obsessed with the soft gasps that fell from your lips every time you came. He swore those sounds alone could give him a buzz unlike any drug. Some nights, he’d make you finish on his fingers so many times he’d lose count. He needed to make you feel good— wanted to watch the way your body reacted to his touch. It held a different kind of control, witnessing you give yourself over to him with your back arched and your head thrown back.

“Show me how you want it baby.” His voice was attentive as he fed into your delusion of power. 

You were grinding into him. Your movements bordering on pitiful with your palm flat against his chest as you held yourself upright. Little whimpers of surrender made their way from your chest with each pass of your hips over his, angling yourself just right so that his tip brushed against the perfect spot with every movement. 

Fluttering shut in the inevitable anticipation of release; your eyes left his. You were basking in the warmth of his hands on your bare body; one of them trailing up your torso, the pads of his fingertips tracing into your skin, higher and higher until,

“Eyes on me.” Delicately, he held the nape of your neck, forcing your stare back on his as he pulled you closer to him. 

You dumbly nodded your head. Handing him back an ounce of authority as you followed his command through a hooded gaze.

“Look at you. So goddamn pretty for me.” 

Your jaw went slack at his words, mouth slightly open and brows knit together as the pressure building in your abdomen threatened its release. 

He could feel each greedy response of your body— could sense your impending orgasm with every clench of your thighs, and he was done letting you take the reins.

His hips snapped up to meet yours. Thrusts moving in tandem with each grind of your hips.

“Shit- you feel too fuckin’ good.” Profanities spilled from his throat at the satisfaction of having full control.

He was holding onto your hips and fucking into you from below. The tensing of your body and the sweet moans dripping from your tongue only adding to his pleasure. You were his. He needed it— craved the promise of your devotion in the breathless praise of his name on your lips.

“Come on baby let me have it.” Growling out in a low moan, he all but begged you to finish for him— finish on him. Pushing you right over the edge with just a few simple words and the persuasive quality of his voice. 

Your walls hugged tight in obedience, a string of whines leaving your throat as you came undone around him.

“There she is.” His statement of recognition seeped with affection while his grip on your hips remained unrelenting.

The high of your release persisted as Jack’s thrusts kept purpose, his hands on your body holding you steady. 

“Got another one for me?” A sadistic warmth took over his voice, and he drove into you harder. The question obviously rhetorical as he made sure to hit the spot that made you clench around him.

The day began around you as gentle sunlight filled the room, but neither of you had a single thought of getting out of bed anytime soon.

[goingdownondaisuke]

Can you write the tuplar crew with a s/o who can't control their volume in bed (🔞 nsfw)

ofc ofc!! thank u for ur request lovely anon!

(afab reader, she/her pronouns, nsfw under the cut!!)

anya ۶ৎ

gets very flustered when you won't shut the hell up

esp on the tulpar, will try to gently remind you to stay quiet while she's beneath you

and if that doesn't work, she'll slap her hand over your mouth and finger you a bit more roughly

its a bit different when you're riding her face, however

like before, she'll give you a small warning by squeezing your waist

and if you're still loud, she'll dig her long nails into your hips and thrust her tongue into you

...which is kinda counterintuitive but oh well

now, if you two are on earth and in the comfort of your shared home, make all the noise you want!!

she totally gets off to it

'no way im making someone as beautiful as her feel this good...'

"hey, shhh, keep it down a bit, yeah?"

curly ۶ৎ

regardless of whether or not you're typically loud during sex, you're going to be loud w curly, because man is he BIG

he knows you're gonna be loud so he usually fucks you in the cockpit or utility room, where it's a bit more soundproof

but of course he's gonna ask you to quiet down regardless bc who knows who could be lurking??!

he'll either tell you to bite your hand, cover your mouth, or he'll rip off your panties and shove them into your mouth

none of them work

for the rare times he'll take you in his room, he always has you face down and screaming into the pillows

he wants to see ur pretty little face scrunched up in the most blissful expressions, but goddamn he just dicks you down too well

a small (huge) part of him really just wants to fuck you anywhere and let everyone hear you scream his name

"fuck, princess, that feel real good, yeah?"

"god, so loud y/n."

daisuke ۶ৎ

it just swells his ego, tbh

he's just like, "wow, i'm making her make these sounds?!"

so cute

of course, he still wants you to hush, but isn't sure how to get you to without being mean

he'll try to be as sweet as possible, he'll run his hand up and down your waist or press his thumb to your lips while whispering little praises in you ear

"you feel so good, but please keep it down before we get caught!"

starts to get a little scared when you keep moaning and squealing at an excessive volume, genuinely has no idea what to do 😭

like curly, will also try to take you to more closed off places, mainly the utility room because it's not odd for him to be in there anyway

it's hilarious how panicked he gets when you two are fucking, one time he took off his hawaiian shirt and shoved it into your mouth

and surprisingly it did the job!!!!

"am i doing good? i must be..."

jimmy ۶ৎ

he totally gets off to it

so much so that he won't even do anything, he'll just let you scream

it happens so often that curly has to talk to the two of you about your volume

he even separated you two for a day, not like that was gonna do anything beneficial

like daisuke, but on a way worse level, it inflates his ego to no end

you'll be moaning loud as fuck and he's just there grinning in your face

he's not very used to women actually enjoying his dick as much as you do, they're typically just cheap whores or girls he's taken advantage of

but you?? coming and clamping around his cock as you moan into the air?? without being forced??

it makes him come like a thousand times quicker

"ooh, you like that dick? i know you do."

"yeah, let everyone else know who's pussy this is."

swansea ۶ৎ

he knows how to deal with youngins like you, after all, he has tons of experience from his wife

he gives your ass harsh smacks when you don't hush, and if that doesn't work he'll pull his thick cock out of you and chastise you while smacking it on your cunt

he's definitely a pussy slapper/clit pincher

orgasm denial orgasm denial orgasm denial

will also just straight up slap the fuck outta you if you keep on

he's so mean i kinda need him

he literally doesn't understand you, its so easy to shut up to him

prefers to have you ass up face down so you can make all that noise onto whatever surface he's fucking you on

dw he's super sweet afterwards, will gives you kisses all over and whisper praise and hdjidissk

"damn woman, can't be that good..."

"make a noise like that again and i'll leave you high and dry young lady."

[quaintii]

Miguel Imagine Part 2

Gif taken from TikTok @almenhenn, not mine. Please check it out!

dom!Miguel x fem!reader

(long fic) :3

Contents: rough sex, choking, hair pulling, slapping, breeding kink, bdsm, oral sex, angry sex, degradation kink, praise kink, angry sex, mating press sex position, sexual tension, mirror sex, nelson position, masturbation, sex toy, fang kink, sir kink, etc.

MDNI.

a/n: sorry if this is quite long, just trying to feed u hungry miguel whores (aka me) this gon be nastyy

~

You were too anxious to go to his office, but you had to. Every Spider man/woman had to submit in their reports at least every week to Miguel or Lyla because it was a mandatory checkup. You haven’t seen him since that incident, it runs through your mind constantly. You sometimes use your vibrator to relieve yourself of that immense need that you crave so desperately

~Tonight you were pulsing throughout the whole day. You couldn’t stop aching for his touch, you want to go on your knees and beg for him to tease you, to use you like a fucking slut.

You turn on your vibrator and place it on top of your clothed clit, imagining it was his hands opening your folds whilst licking your slickness.

“F-fuck..this feels so painful..” Despite the vibrator making you jerk and twitch and spwel a couple of loud moans, it didn’t feel enough. You really wished he hadn’t stopped that day. You pushed two fingers inside your wet cunt, dragging them in and out slowly while poking that soft spot that made you mewl.

”M-miguel, fuck…I want your cock inside of my pussy..please fuck me until I can’t w-walk..” You say as you start reaching your climax. Your cunt clenching hardly on your fingers as the vibrator finally made your clit release that sweet sensation through your system. You started twitching and moaning, still not removing your vibrator off your clit so you could overstimulate yourself. “Nghnmf..please fill me with your cum Miguel..” You mewl. You then approach your second orgasm, making you hold in your breath and your heartbeat fastening and pulsing loud in your ears, feeling the blood rushing.

You arched your back and rested your head on your pillow, grabbing onto your sheets and palming them on your mouth to prevent you from screaming ecstasy. You then try to steady your breath back in order as you stare directly at your ceiling. Once again, disgusted because you just masturbated about your boss. But you had yet wanted a taste of him.

Today was the day. Your weekly checkup. Unfortunately, Lyla was offline so you couldn’t submit it to her so you had to face him.

As you were getting ready, you dolled yourself a bit but not too excessively to the point someone would weirdly point out. You wore a professional blazer dress with small heels, but allowed your cleavage to pop out a bit. Teasing him was your favorite thing to do. You began approaching his office.

Your heels tapping on the floor, causing echoes to spread across the huge room. Miguel was looking through the perspective cams at the top of his floating floor, you always thought it was stupid that he would slowly go down. “C’mon Miguel, I seriously don’t have all day for you to make this ‘entrance.’ You place two fingers on your nose bridge, sighing. “Should I remind you who makes the rules around here again? I don’t understand what gives you so much balls to talk to me like you command me.” He rolls his eyes at you. “Don’t be so egotistical, Mig..you have to stop being so full of yourself. Work on that. Here are the files, take a look through them and I’ll get going,” Miguel hums and looks back and forth at the files and your face.

“Me? Being full of myself?” He chuckles with a smirk. “How about you work on not looking like a total whore.” You audibly gasp as soon as he blurts out that word. Whore.

"I am one of your employees, you should respect me! I can’t handle your awful behavior sometimes, you’re so annoying.” You say.

“What makes you think that I also can’t fucking stand you whenever you open that fucking mouth of yours?!” He says angrily as he approaches closer to you, towering you. “You really need to be taught manners because you can’t seem to behave.” He glances at your breasts, a shaky sigh leaving his lips.

Miguel is trying his best to restrain himself from breaking you right now because you just look so vulnerable, he wants to take that smug look of yours off your face. Replacing it with him thrusting deep into you, making you not be able to even think a coherent thought.

The way his suit would perfectly shape around his muscles had you pool more into arousal. There was a loud silence between the both of you and you dared not to speak. “I thought you were going to keep up with that bratty attitude? Where’d it go?” He snickered. “Shut the fuck up, Miguel. Forget it, I’m leaving.” You turn your back to face the door, being completely covered in red webs. “Let me out you weird fuck!”

”You see, I’m so frustrated how you always seem to stress me whenever you come inside of this office. You’re going to regret being a fucking brat and learn some manners ‘round here, ‘kay?” Your back hitting the door, your breath hitches as Miguel struts towards you. You try running an opposite direction til you feel a web grab around your waist and place you on a chair.

Your hands now tied up behind your back and your legs separated, also tied to the chair. “L-let me go..now.” You spurt out. “Why should I? I can smell something that says the exact opposite.” He gets closer to your face, lowering himself to your level. “I mean you arrive in that dress of yours to tease me again? Do you even understand how badly I want to rip it off your body?” You shiver a bit from his cold tone. “I’m s–sorry Mig.” Miguel grabs your chin harshly. “Don’t call me that.” His chest heaving a bit more noticeably.

You aruptably gasp as he suddenly spreads your legs, his face getting closer to your clothed cunt. He nibbles and licks your outer thigh. You try not to give him satisfaction and hold in your whines. “You’re still being a brat? Let me hear you, carino. Todavía no vas hacer caso?” (You're still not going to behave?) He presses two fingers against your clit, rubbing it slowly. He rips off your panties and licks your wetness with his warm tongue. You still refuse to let out your moans, you resisted the urge to give in even though you desperately wanted to.

”No seas asi, tesoro. No te va encantar lo que te voy hacer si me vuelves ignorar. Quiero escuchar tu sonidos bellos.” (Don't be like that, love. You're not going to like it if you ignore me again. I want to hear your sweet sounds.) He swirled his tongue on your clit and spread your folds with his girthy fingers. Miguel loved seeing you squirm and still attempt to hide your mewls. He rapidly slid in two fingers inside your cunt. You finally let out a choked groan that’s been awaiting to be released from your aching throat.

”Fu-fuck..m-more Miguel.. touch me please.” You whine. “No tan rápido, mi reina.” He slurs as he places his hot mouth onto your pussy. Two fingers inside of you, being pulled in and out in a fast pace while his thumb massaged your clit and his tongue nibbling on your folds.

You lean your head back, accepting into submission. You wanted to cum around his fingers, for him to feel how good he makes you feel and how your cunt would clench so tight around his cock. Miguel rips off your clothes right off your frame, leaving you fully exposed in front of him. His voice groaned as he has a clear view of your curvy body. He moves his head up to suck on your nipples, pushing his tongue on your nipple causing you to twitch. His face was a mix of arousal and anger that still lingered. He moved his fingers slightly quicker, keeping a solid pace.

You felt like you were going to come, the pleasure felt so good and you were yet so needy for more. “Please Mig…make me cum..I can’t hold it in anymore.” You whined. “Please.. I can’t-“ You sobbed, the only thing keeping you in place being his hard grasp on your left hip.

“Please what?” You could feel him grinding against you as his fingers fucked you silly. No matter how badly he wanted to be inside you, he almost prepped you for him. He knew how big he was and how much he could destroy you.

His fingers only went even faster when you said that while he rested his head on your shoulder. He sunk his fangs deep inside your flesh, causing you to spring up and release your orgasm. Your screams and whines echo in the room, begging for him to stop because it was just too much for you. “I thought you could handle this..fuck..”

Your body was overtaken by a wave of electricity flowing through your veins. Your body shaking and your cunt throbbing. Your vision is blurred out with tears. You’ve never felt so breathless. Miguel loved how your pussy spasmed and clenched so tight on his fingers. He pulled out his fingers and sucked them clean. Seeing that explicit look of him only made you want more. “You taste so fucking good, so sweet. You’re such a fucking good girl for cumming around my fingers.” He whispers as he presses his lips onto yours. Both of your tongues are destroying each other, the both of you becoming breathless.

Miguel removed the webs tied around you and placed you right on top of his table. You look at him through your teary lashes, your mouth agape. “I want to taste you Miguel, I want to taste your fucking cock around my throat.” That alone was enough for Miguel to force you down onto your knees and slam his cock inside of your warm throat. You choke around his sudden thrusts pick up fast. Your tongue swirls around his length, taking all of him in your mouth. “Your mouth is made just for me, only mine. You’re such a dirty whore, taking me all like a fucking slut..” He groan and his head rolls back.

His hands run along your hair, grabbing it to push you deeper onto his cock. Small tears trickling past your cheeks. The gurgling and slurping you were making made Miguel harden, along with small whimper sounds parting from Miguel’s lips were the only noise around you both, it just made you even wetter.

You loved how his cock would repeatedly twitch inside your throat, so you hollow your cheeks which make him loudly groan and jerk his hips harder.

Your moans would make his cock feel so fucking amazing as it would make your mouth clench around his cock. He looked down at you, seeing how good of a slut you were taking him. He loved seeing you under him like this, taking him so well he thought. You clawed your fingernails deep into thighs, tapping on them so you could take a chance to catch your breath. “Miguel, please just put it in..” You moaned, reaching back to swirl your hands around his tip, getting a lovely groan out of him. You lowered your head on to him once more, teasing his tip with your tongue as your right hand pumped his cock all the way from the base to your mouth. You kept a close eye on him though, making sure he didn’t cum.

He immediately removed your mouth from his cock. That’s when you felt his bare cock teasing your entrance, covering himself in you. His voice was low and husky, laced with want. “I’m going to fill this pretty pussy of yours.”

Miguel didn’t want to cum inside of your mouth, he wanted to pump his hot cum deep inside your womb. He wanted to breed you like an animal. He quickly pulled you back up from your knees, placing your legs on his shoulders. You were now in a mating press position. He slammed his hips against yours, reaching your cervix.

Miguel could get a perfect view of his dick aligned with your warm cunt, how your cunt would suck him perfectly. Your eyebrows furrowed as you cried out, taken back by his cock pounding up into you. You slumped down, resting your head on his shoulder, to cock drunk to do anything else. "F-Fuck you're so good at this!" You shriek when he had his fingers pinching each of your nipples as he bit on the soft spot of your neck.

"Mm, I know, cariño." The way he whispered in your ear made you shiver above him. You held onto his arms but at some point Miguel slipped one arm down, rubbing your clit to increase the tension as he thrusted deep inside you. You were so cock-drunk, you couldn’t let out any word besides moans.

Miguel altered your positions so you were now facing a mirror. “You like it, huh, cariño?" He growled as his pace fastened deeper into your cunt. The sight of him fucking you in the mirror drove you crazy, crazy that you were clenching so tight - “You’re my little dirty slut aren’t you, muñeca?” "Yes sir, I love your cock inside of my f-fucking pussy..."

"Say that one more time and I'll have you screaming my name. He said dangerously.

"Please sir. Let me…" He pulled away from you and flipped you over so you were now underneath him. Still in front of the mirror, MIguel grabbed your throat, pulling it so you could arch your back.

Miguel moaned as you clenched your walls around him, the feeling of heat as your bodies collided driving you crazy. Your nails scratching at nothing but the floor. He plants his lips onto your sensitive neck, leaving it bruised for later.

Each thrust deepens, stronger and more irresistible. Miguel wrapped his hands around your neck, making you choke but excited at the same time. You looked in the mirror to see Miguel in such an erotic position on top of you. It was hot. Your walls clenching around him makes Miguel stutter his hips against your back, finally painting your plushy walls, white. The overwhelming feeling leaving you completely breathless, your body twitching and moving without your control. Your chest heaving heavily as you gasped for air. You eventually pass out.

~

You wake up to a warm feeling spreading across your body. You open your eyes hazily, turning your head towards Miguel who's massaging your back with oil. You let out a soft groan, it felt so relieving. You haven't been this relaxed since..ever. "Estás despierta muñeca?" (You're awake, doll?) You hum, resting your face on the pillow. "Hope you liked it." Miguel chuckled. "You left me with numb legs so I loved it. Gracias, Miguel." (Thank you, Miguel.) You say. "Te nada, mi vida." (Your welcome, my love.) The tension between of you finally cleared and your relationship grew closer than ever.

Taglist: @spid3rslvt @horror-cassettes @cl-0-vr @mars-yyy

<3

[fishermanshook]

ASK: Hi! I'm relatively new on here and wanted to ask for a gn reader x Naib and Ganji (separately) comforting the reader after seeing them with eye bags from excessive crying and absolutely dead inside look. My apologies if it's too much, saw that the requests are open and decided to shoot my shot🙏🏻 Thank you very much either way!

WIPE YOUR TEARS, DOLL.

( mercenary & batter ) + gn!reader

˚୨🌌୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ reader has a “dead” look + feels undeserving of love , implied that reader may be a bit depressed , l/n = last name , probably a tad bit ooc , grammar and spelling warning

INTRO

You can’t remember the last time you’ve cried so much that it could fill this entire manor and there still wouldn’t be enough room.

You’d blame it on the recent… position you’ve found yourself in, but can’t recall if it’s because of where you’re stuck or if you’ve just been like this ever since.

꒰wc꒱ 1.1k

✦— THE MERCENARY ; NAIB SUBEDAR

Naib is initially suspicious, taking note of the (more or so) deceased-looking appearance you’ve been wearing recently, alongside the ever-growing eye bags that only continue to darken as the nights go on. It’s a strange sight indeed, but one he quickly dismisses as a “lack of sleep” type thing.

↳ it doesn’t help that you fall right into the trope as well. Naib watches as you stumble and trip over your feet during games, zone out during pre-match, and just so happens to find your sleeping form anywhere he looks. He lets out a sigh, (gently) picks up your limp body, and brings you back to his humble abode. The Mercenary is so preoccupied with getting you back to his room that he fails to notice your light sniffling and the dried tears near the corners of your eyes.

Okay, this has been going on for far too long now and isn’t something that he can let slide by anymore. So that’s how it started, hand in hand, cause he knew that something was amidst. Truthfully, maybe being blunt wasn’t the exact way to go, but he needed to coax you out somehow. What he didn’t expect (which you can’t exactly blame him for) was for you to break out into tears the moment you tried to speak about it.

↳ he has to admit, you completely caught him off guard the moment you threw yourself into his arms, tears staining his green jacket. He takes a second to adjust, but the moment he does, he’s raking his fingers through your hair and rocking the two of you back and forth. [just the way his mother used to when he would wake up from nightmares.]

When you eventually calm down, his hands find solace on your shoulders, pleading for you to enlighten him on just how the hell you’ve been feeling lately. He takes a thumb to your face to wipe away the stray tears while you clean the snot from your nose. He won’t tell you, but he’s slightly hurt that you never came to talk to him about this, especially as he sees that it’s affecting you badly.

You cave in his hands as you explain to him that your nights are only filled with staining your pillows with your tears. The little sleep you get comes from your tiredness knocking you out. It’s devastating to hear your pain and suffering, and all Naib can do is listen and hold your hand.

The Mercenary can only sigh before bringing you in for a hug once more, placing soft, gentle kisses on the top of your head. He doesn’t want to cry in front of you, but you feel a few cold droplets of water hit your shoulder. His first words are an incoherent mess before you can finally make out something.

“[name] [l/n], I am your lover. You are my everything. Please, the next time you feel this way know that you are more than capable of coming to me for help.”

↳ He loves you so much that seeing you in this mental state puts him in pain as well. You’re the first to break down his walls in ages, the last one being his friends from the war. The Mercenary can’t risk losing you too.

From that moment forward, you find yourself coming to Naib’s dorm room more often than not, accompanied by your teary eyes and sleep-deprived body. He holds you close as he gently massages the top of your head, making sure you fall asleep first.

Slowly but surely, he watches as your old self emerges all over again. The dark bags under your eyes dissipate while your energy returns to your once-withered body. The Mercenary keeps a close eye on you from there on out, making sure that you never fall down that rabbit hole again. But, if you were to spiral out once more, know that Naib will do everything in his power to break you free.

✦— THE BATTER ; GANJI GUPTA

Ganji holds a slight bit of overprotectiveness towards you, especially when the two of you make it official. That’s why he beats himself over the fact that he didn’t put more thought into just why you might have those dark circles hidden underneath your eyes.

               ↳ Your eyes are constantly watery. Your nose, almost nonstop running. You look as if you're about to sob out a tsunami at this rate. You say it’s just your allergies. The pollen outside plus Victor's dog make for a deadly concoction against your senses. At first, his brain reasons with himself, stating that it's a valid reason. But he’s been with you for so long that his heart argues against itself and before you know it, he catches you red-handed.

Your dorm room door is unlocked, a bad habit of yours that Ganji may or may not have scolded you over before. Something about safety and privacy and blah blah blah. The door will be your downfall, but one that will reveal a much-needed truth.

↳ He finds your face stuffed into your pillow, tear stains decorating your cheeks with a light pink hue. You’ve tired yourself and fell asleep ages ago, sleep you so desperately needed. The Batter decides to make room for himself on the bed as well, resting your head on his lap. That way, the two of you can talk this out when you wake up.

You wake up in his lap, unaware of the truth he’s just uncovered. As the Batter rubs his thumb over your stained cheeks, you instantly realize that, oh, he knows now. You can’t stop the small tears that start to flow once again, but Ganji is quick to help wipe them away, planting a small kiss on your cheek.

“Love, you need to reach out for help when this kind of stuff happens, especially if it only continues. Please, don’t feel as if you’d only be a burden. Anyone who feels or thinks that can go kick it.”

There are nights when the loneliness of your bed becomes too much too bare, and you make the trek to seek out comfort from your already asleep boyfriend. Little do you know, he’s already awake and ready for you with a cup of sleepy tea. [Thank you, Emily.] The two of you fall asleep together, hand in hand.

Your next matches are wins as he watches the spark return to your eyes once more. Still, he keeps a few packets of that tea near his nightstand. That way, if you ever needed to fall back asleep, all it would take is one tea bag.

note: BYE this got rushed a bit in Ganji’s part I’m so sorry, I wanted to do him justice but my ass needed to pass tr out RN…anyways enjoy fishies 🫵😚

© fishermanshook — no stealing , translating , plagiarizing or reposting my work on other any other sites + reblogs adored !!

[hxpel3s5-slxxt]

𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧

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TW: unprotected sex

A/n: Not all characters will be dated/developing relationships in the first book/season. You may have to wait until the second book/season if you are waiting for a specific character.

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Chapter 3: 𝙿𝚑𝚘𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚡'𝚜 𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚣𝚎

《𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚟 》𝙽𝚎𝚡𝚝

"Sung-" Where am I?

"Skimmi-" What time is it? I was supposed to be meeting up with Raedyn and Annaztazja after helping Hanma.

Noticing the soft vibration of my body, I open my eyes to find myself lying in the back of a limo.

"-Kokonoi to call the cleaners."

I noticed that my legs were hanging across Hanma's lap while my head lay in Haitani's lap. In the front seat, the guy from before was still driving, and the one with the pink mullet was the passenger.

While sitting up, a sharp pain causes me to wince and clutch my head.

Hanma's index finger taps my cheek. "Papers."

My head is still foggy from all the pain. "Huh?"

Haitani sucks his teeth. "For fucks sake, the papers I told you to get from the shed." He glares at me through the rear view mirror.

"I literally just woke up. I don't know who you think you're taking to-" Hanma snaps his fingers at me, cutting me off.

"I'm talking to you. Not him. Papers."

Begrudgingly, I take the papers out of my waistband and hand them to Hanma. He briefly looks over the documents before meeting my gaze.

"That's it?" He asks, raising a brow. I nod my head; it looks like he doesn't believe me, but dropped the subject anyway.

The man whose lap my head was lying on speaks up. "Kisaki, take her home. Hanma, the boss wants me, you, and Rindou to make preparations for the—" the man pauses mid-sentence to look at me skeptically. "Meeting. For tomorrow." He finishes.

The driver, Kisaki, makes a detour to my house. Which I am eternally grateful for considering the fact that I need some kind of painkillers for this excruciating headache.

It only took about 30 minutes for us to pull up to my apartment complex. Me and Hanma hop out of the car, and surprisingly, Hanma starts to walk me to my apartment.

Once we reach my apartment, we say our goodbyes, and I step into my apartment. Pulling my phone out of my skirt pocket, I notice that my screen is damn near shattered. To make matters worse, Annaztazja and Raedyn blew up my phone, demanding to know where I was.

We have this system set up in which we would tell each other where we were going, what time we planned on going and arriving, and who would be there just in case something happened to us. Considering the fact that I did none of those things, let alone on a night we were supposed to be spending together, they were more than worried.

I texted them briefly to let them know I was fine and had been occupied assisting a friend. I groan to myself and set my phone down. I'll need to get a new phone, for sure. This is irreparable.

As my migraine worsened by the second, I abandoned the idea of having a shower and stripped down to my underwear instead.

I wanted to abandon the idea that I was a part of a drug and arms exchange. I wanted to abandon the idea that I was possibly responsible for those men dying. I mean, if I hadn't gotten caught, they wouldn't have had to die, right? We could've gone on our merry way, and I would be out drinking with Raedyn and Annaztazja right now.

Sadly, sleep is only a small escape from the large reality I have to face tomorrow.

I wake up to excessive banging on my front door. The little voice told me not to open it due to the fear of it being Haitani, or worse, Hanma.

Begrudgingly, I roll myself out of bed, making sure to grab the knife from under my pillow just in case. After finding out what Hanma has gotten himself into? I want nothing to do with him or his business.

Clutching the knife in my right hand, I slowly approach the door despite the knocking. Looking through the peephole, I find Raedyn and Annaztazja standing outside my door.

Raedyn is 4"10 with beautiful brown skin. Her red passion twists fall over her shoulders, and her dark blue dress hugs her frame. Annaztazja is 4"11 with box braids adorning her head. She wears a tight black dress that accentuates her curves.

I open the door and am bombarded with both hugs and punches. It's hard to tell if they're upset or not when I'm being both lectured and told that they're glad I'm okay.

I blink, "What are y'all doing here?" I question, being tortured by their bone crushing hugs.

Raedyn is the first to pull back. "At first we was like, 'oh, maybe we shouldn't bring her with us, cause she acts like she can't read a message!'"

Ouch.

"But then, we was like, 'nah, let's still take her with us, because this was already a plan.' And blah, blah, blah." She trails off, smiling at me while rolling her eyes and waving her hand in a dismissive manner.

My head swirls with her words and I shake my head. "Okay, but where are we going?"

Annaztazja finally pulls back. "Girl, we literally said we was going out drinking!" She exclaimed as if it was common sense.

I let out a dry groan, still fatigued. "Girl, I'm tire-"

"Okay, let's go get ready!" Annaztazja cuts me off and grabs my wrist, marching to my room. "I don't know why you have that knife, but just know that if you cut me, I'm gon' beat 'cho ass." She says, looking down at the knife with raised eyebrows.

"But yeah, my boss said he's gonna have to cut our pay." Annaztazja sighs while sipping a margarita. I could barely hear her over the loud music at Club Andersons. Despite being a small club, the beverages were delicious. "What? Why?" I question.

Annaztazja shrugged. "It's just a rumor, but everyone at my job believes that another industry cut connections with my company. Now there is less income, and so on." She waves her hand in a bored fashion.

Raedyn beams: "Same here!" We turn and face her. "I believe small firms are beginning to make less income. I'm going to quit my job at the café. They're pushing to bring down my salary far too low."

I feel a hand on my upper back. "I doubt you need to be concerned, though. Gynja is a fairly big firm, right?" Annaztazja reassures me by patting my back.

I give a weary smile. "Yeah, but that still sucks for you. You'll have to look for other jobs."

Raedyn snapped her fingers. "Phoenix trades! That company that operates the docks! I believe that's the name of the building that has been cutting off small businesses."

Annaztazja scoffed. "Their loss. I might understand if they became cocky as the money rolled in, but the more ties, the better."

I place my hand on my chin. "Hmm, not really. Most businesspeople are competitive. They wouldn't like it if Phoenix made deals with a rival company. You might as well cut off the one you know isn't going to benefit you."

"Okayy, businesswoman!" Raedyn shakes me by the shoulders. I laugh.

"Then again, we're all just assuming this is true. Phoenix Trades' owner may have just been forced out of business."

Annaztazja's loud groan interrupts the rest of the discussion. "What's the point of going out if all we're gonna talk about is our jobs?!" She shoves a drink into my hand.

I shook my head. "You know I don't drink."

A tap on my shoulder draws me away from my friends. I turn around and come face to face with Baji. "Jiji!" I beam and pull him into a close hug. He hugs me back, albeit briefly.

"Where have you been? You haven't texted me, Chifuyu, or Kazutora since that small argument!" He proceeds to lecture me, analyzing my face.

I pull his hands away from me. "I've been busy. I have yet to had time to text Annaztazja or Raedyn." I spoke softly, brushing my thumbs across his knuckles.

He exhales calmly. "As long as everything's okay." I turn to look at Annaztazja and Raedyn.

"Actually.." I turn to face Baji, who is immediately looking worried. "Do you know someone who'll let them crash at their place?"

Annaztazja and Raedyn burst with objections. I get that I am in the wrong for airing out their dirty laundry like that, but a chance had to be taken.

Baji thinks for a moment. "Yeah, actually. There's this chick I'm staying with. I'm sure she won't mind, but I'll ask just in case." A smile makes way to my face.

"Thanks, Kazu! If she says yes, let her know it's only until they find new jobs." I'm more than positive the rent at their apartment is going to kick their ass in the meantime.

"Yeah, of course!" His smile is blindingly sweet. "Should we go dance?" He motions towards the center of the club, simultaneously dragging me towards the sweaty, drunken crowd.

Normally, I would be against such a predicament, but as Annaztazja said, what's the point of going out if all we're thinking about is being adults?

Thinking was proven fruitless as Baji's tongue traced down my neck. My nails claw down his back, and our bodies meet the mattress. Baji trailed kisses down to my breasts, his teeth grazing over my right nipple. I push his shoulders, motioning for him to lie down. I take his cock in my hands and straddle him. Baji's hands find their way to my knees, rubbing soft circles on them. I press my finger down onto the head of his dick, using his precum as lube. I bend down and lick from his balls to the tip, forcing Baji to let out a guttural moan.

I bring my head up a bit, letting my saliva drip off of my tongue and onto his member. Lowering my head to the tip of his cock, I gently suck on the head. Baji grunted impatiently. I raise my head with a smile, jerking him off with my hand instead.

I arch my back in a taunting manner, but Baji seems either unimpressed or aggravated judging by the scoff he let out. Sitting up, Baji runs his right hand through my tresses, grabbing at my roots. Baji arches into my mouth, his seed flooding into my mouth. I gag, causing cum to leak from my mouth.

Baji untangles his hand from my hair, picking me up and throwing me on the bed.

"Don't run from me. Understand?" Baji asks, stroking his cock.

I can't utter a response as I feel his cock enter me, hitting my G-spot. My eyes roll back, and my hand flies to cover my mouth. Baji's dick hits unreachable angles inside me. His right hand grabs at my chin, a silent command to uncover my mouth. His thumb attacks my clit, and I lose it. My hands grip the sheets, moans and squeals escape from my mouth, my thighs squeeze together, yet it does not stop Baji's merciless pace.

I feel Baji bite my thigh, and my orgasm floods through me, squirting onto his abdomen.

"Fuuuuck, yeaaaa" he drags. His fingers never stop their rapid rubbing despite my juices coating him.

"Theeeere you go, mama.." He slurs, "yeayeayeayea." He mumbles into the crook of my neck, his fingers finally leaving my clit, settling on my tongue instead.

I fervently suck my juices off his fingers, my eyes rolling back from the taste. Baji chuckles lightheartedly, removing his fingers from my mouth. He lifts me bridal style, bringing me to the bathroom. The smell of wet wood fills my nose as I doze off in the bathtub.

Despite spending the night with Baji, I wake up in my own bed. In my own house. Alone. I'm not sure what I expected.

No, actually, I do. But I can't really expect men to live up to my expectations, now can I?

Constant ringing from my phone drives me away from my disappointment. Even if it's only for a few minutes. I'll even take a few seconds. Turning my phone over, I look to see that the person calling me is Hanma. The average person would decline a call from someone who put them in a near death-situation. But I felt like I needed an explanation.

"Hello?"

He says my name in a singsong voice, "Party too hard? Ya sound like shit."

I groan, my finger hovering over the red button, "Go fuck yourself, Hanma-"

"Right, right. We'll get to your pissy attitude later. What I need you to do is hop your angry ass in that shower and put on somethin' nice, yea?" I hear a chair creak on his end, likely from leaning back.

"No. What I need you to do is—" A loud laugh from Hanma interrupts me.

"My bad, that must've sounded like a suggestion. What you are going to do is get your ass dressed—shower or no shower—and meet Ran downstairs at exactly 9:45."

This time his voice was stern. It left no room for negotiation. Even if I did plan on negotiating, Hanma continued.

"I don't care what plans you thought you had, but you can go ahead and cancel 'em. You wanna be helpful, right? Doin' me favors 'n shit. Do me another by listenin'."

I take in a deep breath. Mainly to prevent myself from cussing him out. Which would likely end in my death.

"That "favor" you had me run," The word "favor" dripping with sarcasm, "Was a one-time thing. You and I both know I had no idea what I was getting myself into. So whatever little plan you've thought up this time, I don't wanna be a part of it anymore."

Hanma busts out laughing. Frankly, I didn't see shit funny.

"Oh, you think I'm the one coming up with these missions, huh? Trust me, I would've done it myself, but I thought you'd be less obvious. I was wrong." He sighs dramatically.

"Even if you're not the one thinking up these stupid ass plans, you were told to find someone who fit the role. And you chose me. Surprise!" I throw my arms in the air, despite him not being able to see me.

Hanma lets out a long groan, likely pinching the bridge of his nose. "I'll tell you what. You wanna get out of this mess? It just so happens that the thing I've been telling you to get ready for is a meeting."

Just as I open my mouth, he continues.

"A meeting with whom, you ask? My boss. The one who thinks of the so called 'stupid ass plans', I believe you called them?"

He must've found my stunned silence amusing, because he would not hang up the damn phone.

"So, like I said, get your ass up and ready."

[trophy-girl]

How to Properly Take Care of Yourself ✨

Taking care of yourself isn’t just about bubble baths and face masks (though those are nice too). Real self-care is about making choices that protect your mind, body, emotions, and future. Here’s how to level up your self-care in every area of your life

Physical Self-Care

Your body is the foundation of your well-being, and taking care of it improves your energy, confidence, and overall health.

Sleep

Aim for 7–9 hours of quality sleep per night.

• Maintain a consistent sleep schedule (same bedtime/wakeup time).

• Create a relaxing bedtime routine (dim lights, avoid screens 1 hour before bed, listen to calming music).

• Invest in good bedding and pillows to improve sleep quality.

Nutrition

• Eat balanced meals with protein, healthy fats, fiber, and vegetables.

• Reduce processed foods, excessive sugar, and fried foods.

• Try meal prepping to save time and avoid unhealthy last-minute choices.

• Eat regular meals skipping meals can lead to overeating or low energy.

• Drink at least 2–3 liters of water daily (carry a water bottle).

Exercise & Movement

• Aim for at least 30 minutes of movement daily (walks, yoga, strength training, dancing).

• Find exercises you enjoy so it doesn’t feel like a chore.

• Stretch regularly to prevent tension and improve flexibility.

• Move your body even on lazy days (even a 10-minute walk is better than nothing).

Hygiene & Grooming

• Maintain a consistent skincare routine (cleanse, moisturize, sunscreen).

• Keep nails, hair, and body well-groomed.

• Change your bedsheets and towels regularly.

• Take care of your oral health (brush, floss, and use mouthwash daily).

Emotional Self-Care

Your emotional health impacts your relationships, self-esteem, and ability to handle stress.

Understanding & Expressing Emotions

• Validate your feelings instead of suppressing them.

• Journal or talk to someone when you feel overwhelmed.

• Allow yourself to cry if needed it’s a natural emotional release.

Setting Boundaries

• Say no to things that drain your energy.

• Avoid people who make you feel bad about yourself.

• Set clear expectations in relationships and friendships.

• Limit social media use if it triggers comparison or anxiety.

Practicing Self-Love

• Speak kindly to yourself self-talk matters (replace “I’m not good enough” with “I am growing and improving”).

• Do things that make you feel confident dress up, do your hair, wear something that makes you feel good.

• Spend time alone to connect with yourself take solo dates, read, or try new experiences.

Mental Self-Care

A healthy mind leads to better decision-making, confidence, and overall happiness.

Reducing Stress & Overwhelm

• Break big tasks into small steps to avoid burnout.

• Take breaks when working to avoid mental exhaustion.

• Prioritize tasks use a planner or to-do list.

• Try mindfulness or meditation to calm your thoughts.

Building Confidence & Growth

• Read self-improvement books or listen to empowering podcasts.

• Surround yourself with positive, ambitious people.

• Learn new skills that help with career growth or personal development.

• Avoid negative self-talk challenge self-doubt with facts.

Limiting Negativity

• Avoid gossip, drama, or toxic conversations.

• Unfollow social media accounts that make you feel bad about yourself.

• Set phone limits to avoid doom-scrolling and overstimulation.

Social Self-Care

Your relationships and connections play a big role in your happiness and support system.

Quality Over Quantity

• Surround yourself with people who uplift you, not those who drain your energy.

• Let go of relationships that are one-sided or make you feel unworthy.

• Spend time with people who make you feel safe and valued.

Healthy Communication

• Express your thoughts and feelings openly.

• Set healthy boundaries (“I can’t talk right now, let’s catch up later”).

• Avoid people pleasing you don’t have to say yes to everything.

Finding Community

• Join groups that align with your interests (fitness, books, career growth, hobbies).

• If you feel lonely, try volunteering or attending social events to meet new people.

• Online communities (like Pretty & Paid) can also be great for support.

Spiritual Self-Care (If It Resonates With You)

Even if you’re not religious, connecting with yourself spiritually can bring inner peace.

Practices That Help

• Meditation or deep breathing exercises.

• Practicing gratitude (write down three things you’re grateful for daily).

• Spending time in nature (walks, hikes, ocean views).

• Finding a deeper sense of purpose what makes you feel alive?

Financial Self-Care

Taking care of your finances reduces stress and gives you more freedom.

Budgeting & Saving

• Track your spending so you know where your money goes.

• Create a weekly/monthly budget that covers your essentials and goals.

• Save for an emergency fund to feel more secure.

• Cut out unnecessary expenses (subscriptions you don’t use, impulse purchases).

Making More Money

• Look for freelance work or side gigs to increase cash flow.

• Invest in skills that help you earn more

Self-Care Through Lifestyle & Fun

Self-care isn’t just about responsibilities it’s also about enjoying life!

Fun & Hobbies

• Do things that make you happy without guilt (movies, dancing, art, cooking, etc.).

• Explore new places and try different experiences.

• Plan little rewards for yourself after completing big goals.

Solo Activities

• Take yourself out on dates (dinner, movies, museums, parks).

• Have at-home spa days (bubble baths, face masks, candles, music).

• Listen to music or podcasts that make you feel empowered.

Final Takeaway

Taking care of yourself means listening to your needs and prioritizing your well-being without guilt. It’s about building a life where you feel healthy, confident, financially stable, and emotionally at peace.

[cleoselene]

called my congressman and told them how much of a patriot i was and asked if they knew the signifcance of April 9 in US history. The aide did not. I informed them it was when the Confederacy surrendered, millions of Americans were given freedom, and our country was made whole again, and that the Congressman should submit a bill to make it a federal holiday, "Patriots Day"

it got pretty quiet lol, but he was like "I will pass it along, that's a nice sentiment I am a patriot too"

and then I pulled out my International Thespian Society cred and turned from RAH RAH JINGOISM to deep, existential sorrow:

and I told him that what broke my heart, despite the beauty and the glory that is April 9 and what it means to this country and how we can overcome our worst impulses and heal, is that on January 6, 2021, insurrectionists carried the Confederate flag of TREASON into our sacred shrine of democracy and the president that BYRON DONALDS supports pardoned all those people who were open, proud traitors. And what a tragedy that was. And how sad it made me. And doesn't it make you sad? Doesn't the thought of our country being torn into horrible? Wouldn't it have been awful if the South had won and men like Congressman Donalds would likely be in bondage? Wouldn't that just be the worst thing you could imagine it? Doesn't it break your heart?

I had some good tears going.

And the guy was like, "okay thank you for your time" but I monologued at him for quite a while.

My grandma used to say scream into a pillow when you're angry. I woke up to a migraine and a panic attack. I took my klonopin, then called up the Donalds DC office, and instead of screaming into a pillow, I channeled all my negative feelings toward this person, who is enabling fascism.

I did it yesterday, too. it's an INCREDIBLE way to vent. Sure, screaming into a pillow doesn't hurt anyone, but berating people who are assisting the destruction of the world DOES hurt bad people, which is SO much better! If nothing else, it makes the people who made the choice to work for these absolute monsters miserable at work. It makes them dread going in every single day and having to take these calls and listen to people tell them how many ways they suck all day long. I would HATE this job! it would be so demoralizing. And I know I've made some of them feel like shit, and normally, you shouldn't want to hurt people, but these people are hurting us. So it's a good thing. Slow them down. Make their job harder. Make them quit. Make them realize it's not worth it. If you get even one person to ragequit, you've done good. If you've made one fascist have a bad day, then you've made the world a better place.

I think this might actually be better than talk therapy because every time I call a Republican office and read them for filth and run circles around them with my knowledge of civics and American history and get to burn them academically (and oh how I miss the thought of handing out academic burns through the Career that Never Was, but I can do it to fascists and it's so much easier because they all know fucking nothing!) I get to patronizingly educate them on economics, US history, US government, and basic civics and logic on the reg. I get to tell them how stupid and immoral they are in the most eloquent way possible and it makes me feel powerful and useful

really, if you have anger or needs to vent, and you can keep yourself from curse and keep your tone even enough (tears are always okay, try not to yell, and be like, excessively strict about the decorum of proper conversation and do not allow them to interrupt with you -- give them the ol' Kamala "I'm speaking"), there is nothing like wasting a Nazi's time and making them feel bad. And it's free!

I have been very open on this blog about my recent bouts with severe depression and exploring different kinds of treatment to address it and I am telling you, a klonopin + berating a fascist = as good as a massage. I feel so much lighter after I've made their day worse. I still have the ability to call and say whatever the FUCK I want to these people and until they take it away from me it I am going to use it to boost my own mental health while making a Nazi's mental health worse. beautiful, just beautiful, best recovery from a panic attack I've had in some time.

some people might say being angry doesn't help but like, I approach these calls like an actor monologuing, a different character every time. I channel the emotions through the character, and it's like draining an abscess every time. Sometimes you gotta squeeze the poison out and popping that infection in a way that spurts pus in a fascist's face? love it love it love it

[aritsukemo]

Sick Day Chronicle | Illness Unease | Yuichiro Tokito

Summary: Sick days are the worst, but at least you get the pleasure of having your partner take time out of their otherwise busy schedule to take care of you! <3

Warnings: None.

A/N: Okay, I know I have a lot of request that I should be working on and I'm sorry to everyone who's requested something and has seen no result from me, but I actually have an excuse right now! ...That excuse being that my entire family, including me, is very, very sick. That being said, take this purely indulgent fic series that I may or may not complete in the meantime! :D

Day One: Yuichiro Tokito | Day Two: Shinobu Kocho | Day Three: Muichiro Tokito | Day Four: Tanjiro Kamado | Day Five: Aoi Kanzaki

"You should rest," The words were as funny to hear from you as they were frustrating. You're telling him to rest? You're telling him to rest when you're the one who needs it the most? When you're the one bedridden with a fever of nearly a hundred and two degrees?

"I'm fine," The words leave his lips in a soft hush—words which were once pointed, and yet lost it's edge as they slide against his tongue and out his mouth. That happens a lot when he speaks to you. Even when you're being the most annoying person ever, he just can't use that harsh tone he uses with everyone else..

Guess that's what love does to a person—especially one as madly in love as Yuichiro..

"You haven't slept since you found out I fell ill. At this rate, you'll pass out.." You remind, face scrunching up before immediately relaxing as a cool weight envelopes your forehead.

"You should worry about yourself," He says, but again, his words were as soft as the pillow you were laying your head on. He couldn't even muster that terrifyingly stern tone of his that Shinobu always scolds him for using with patients. That stern tone that—unlike his mentor-slash-boss, who's stern voice is doused in honeyed care and the warmth of a mother's concern—is nothing short of disgruntled and downright condescending, making whoever he's talking to want to bow their head to the ground and apologize for ever wasting his time by doing something as idiotic as getting themselves injured.

You're glad, ecstatic even to have such a privilege. After all, Yuichiro can be plenty ruthless when he wants to be and you've heard his scoldings are the absolute worst. To deal with that and all these symptoms you're forced to put up with would be torture..

"I am, but I'm also worried about you," You confess, "You're slowly running yourself into the ground. Everyone sees it, that's why Ms. Kocho and Aoi offered to take your usual duties off your hands today. They want you to rest."

Your words fall upon purposefully deafened ears and Yuichiro goes about stripping you of the towel that was keeping you somewhat cool despite just laying it across your forehead—swiftly going about the process of dunking it in the bucket of icy water next to your bed and wringing the excess water out of it.

He brings it to your head again, but this time, as he lays it across your skin, you reach up and grab his wrist. He resists, attempting to pull away only to fail miserably to which he huffs. Even weakened by sickness, you were still leagues stronger than him..damnit.

"Yuichiro, please listen to me," You said, sliding your hand down his wrist and then intertwining his cold hands with your warmer, damp ones and ignoring the way he grimaces a little at the feeling, "It's just a bad cold, nothing serious. I won't drop dead if you take some time to yourself."

Drop dead, a poor choice of words deeming what he's been through in the past. You quickly become aware of that fact and gently squeeze his hand as if to silently apologize for any damage you may have accidentally done. He squeezes your hand back, but the way he gazes down at you makes you unable to tell if he's accepted the apology or didn't even catch your slip of the tongue and was simply thinking of other things.

"I..just.." He hesitates, and that new swirl in his eyes tells it all. Like opening a book, you're able to see every word of doubt and fear whirling in those two sheets of minty hues before he's ever able to say them aloud. You wait anyway though, and he finally mutters out, "..I don't want that to happen again.."

Using the time he hesitated to think up a response, your quick to retort with, "And it won't. I'd never allow that to happen."

"You can't control an illness, Y/n," Finally you hear it. It's only there for a second and it's mixed with a heavy layer of desperation, but you heard it; that spurt of anger in his tone, "And if it isn't constantly watched and treated it can turn into something incurable and if that happens you'll—"

"That will never happen, Yuichiro—"

"You don't know that!" It's there again, but now it's ten times worse. His anger has meshed with anguish and turned to pure fury. It's odd for it to be directed at you. After all, anger this bad isn't even directed at his patients so for it to be directed at you, his lover, is a little scary, you'll admit..

"An illness is capable of anything and can bring even the strongest soldiers down! I've seen it happen more than once and if you don't shut up and let me tend to you, there's a possibility the same will happen to you and I can't allow that!" In his fit of rage, you notice the crystal lining of tears along his water line and seeing it felt as if an actual crystal was stabbed into your heart.

It wasn't often Yuichiro cried and he never let anyone besides you see him like that, not his even his twin brother. You can see why that may be. After all, the sight of his eyes full of tears makes him seem like some little kid no matter what emotion he shows with it. Seeing it makes you want nothing more than to pull him in your arms and protect him from the world—something your confident Yuichiro would hate with every fiber of his being..

"I- I can't allow that to happen..no matter what.." He whispers those words out to you and the cracks in the voice he tries to hide with an airy tone leaves it's own crack on your heart and causes it to ache. He sounds like a heartbroken poet...or maybe a kicked puppy would be more accurate.

"If I lost you I wouldn't know what to do..I-.. I'd—" And then you finally open your mouth to shush him, leaning over a little to grab his other hand as you do.

"Ssh, ssh.. Thinking stuff like that will only get you worked up unnecessarily," You try to mimic that pillowy tone he always talks to you in, adding a whisper to it to give your voice a more soothing effect as you roll your thumbs against the dorsal skin of his hands.

"It's really no need to overreact. With you working as hard as you have been these past few days, this cold of mine has barely been standing a chance. Plus, I know that as soon as Ms. Kocho has the time, she'll concoct something that'll have me bouncing right back up."

You tug at his hands suddenly and the unexpected change in weight cause him to tip over. Upon that happening, you immediately slither your arms around him and by the time his face hits your chest, he's completely caged against you—just like you wanted. After all, having him like this gives you the perfect opportunity to do something he hasn't allowed you to do in quite a while; play with his hair.

Your quick with undoing his ponytail and immediately take the leisure of running your hand through his hair—reveling in the way it changes from black to mint green and slips through your fingers with ease, "Like I said before, it'd take a lot more than this to take me out."

"I'm strong, Yuichiro. I can handle this. I've been in far more dire situations before, haven't I?" You repeat your action; starting at his scalp and slowly sliding your fingers through his pretty locks with a gentle smile stretched on your ablazed skin, "And for these past few days, I've had my amazing and skilled boyfriend tending to me without rest. I highly doubt that in the few hours he uses to rest, my cold will suddenly turn into something incurable like he says it will."

It must've finally dawned on him the position the two of you were in because he lifts his head and glares at you. His cheeks are dusted a cherry blossom pink and you giggle at the sight. He really did seem like a kid when he acted like this, but for the sake of your eardrums and emotional wellbeing, you decide not to voice that thought out loud.

"Dummy, you'll get me sick.." He grumbles, but still buries his face in the fabric of your patient uniform. Your grin widens further at both the sight and the feeling of the crack in your heart finally being mended by seeing him less distressed.

"Perfect! If you got sick, you'll have no choice but to rest and I'll get the opportunity to take care of you for once!" He huffs at your answer. Of course you'd say something like that..

It really was a stupid response though. To him, you take care of him all the time by making his heart flutter like the butterflies surrounding the estate and make his worries wash away like you did just now, leaving him to feel nothing but this light, warm feeling that he's slowly growing addicted to. You merely tending to him while he's sick pales in comparison to that.

Dividers were made by me, pictures used are from Pinterest, post formatting is inspired by @xxsabitoxx

[edgeray]

Hello Ray! 🍅 anon here again (I got a breather today). Pulled for Furina earlier to keep my Husband and Wife in the same team (Arle and Yelan), because Yelan was being dragged to the hyperbloom comp. Somehow my Furina is miles more cracked than Arle even though I've spent TWICE as much resin on the latter (I do not. understand.) [And Arle is the one I really do want built :,,,,) )

I know that I can ask you shorter stuff, but so many things pop into my head that I do want to say so these reqs become. really really long by accident oops.

Tumblr protecting everyone else from your Arle angst is REAL. Think it knows how it can break everybody's hearts so it saves us the heartbreak... Wow you broke even tumblr's heart! that's a next level achievement right there xD

Speaking of the occasional angst to let off the steam from the fluff, I think that's our cue to run. If an angst writer needs to let off steam they're about to give us the worst kniving of our lifetime and I think the rest of us should hightail our feelings out of here as quick as we can and read it like a robot /j

Dragon AU wouldn't be that popular if it wasn't so well written. HAHSHAHAH your world building really does do it justice and it shows! I love dragons personally so I am actually d.o.w.n. to discuss dragons (anoncryinginthecorner is me so yes!) and their biology (which differs from species to species which makes it highly interesting! Did You Know that Zhongli, as a chinese dragon, would have 2 pillars instead of one? Hence that C1 HAHSAHHAHA) Also pregnant reader... What did Lyney burn down in his excitement when he found out? Dragons should have a sharp sense of smell and whatnot, so the 4 dragons in the house probably found out that reader was pregnant before reader even knew lmao. Cue trio being extra caring and Arle being excessively protective! PART FOUR PART FIVE OMNOMNOMNOMNOM Also Arle being a whole head and torso higher than R in human form as a dragon is going to be hilarious (there's no need to transform into a full human so Arle goes into a form that saves more energy to transform into, hehehhe). Reader getting embarrassed by EVERYTHING because what do you do when your eye level is face to face with the most delicious abs and thighs possible? Not drool and want to worship even for good snuggles and for use as a pillow?

Dragon!reader makes this all the more interesting! Imagine magicking an egg that hatches as their child! Speaking of dragons a lot of them have what's known as a reverse scale, which is technically a weak point/treasure and getting to touch it is a huge symbol of trust. Thoughts on Dragon!R/Arle giving their SO the scale/letting SO touch it? And horns are really sensitive right? Arle petting D!reader's head and horns... oh my goodness. internally combusting due to Arle!!! Nuzzling deep into Arle's warm neck/chest to hide the embarrassment heheheh...

Also well written sfw blogs are a rare find because everybody is (rightfully) thirsting for Arle, like your mommas (whom I also read but don't dare to req because... tbh idk why they scare me even through the screen HAHSAHAHS I may have worse social anxiety than Bocchi of all people), so don't feel pressured in any way to change it unless you want to! We have your back always (I keep coming back for more of your writing as comfort food HASHHAH)

If I can hazard a guess, nobody req'ed Vampy!Arle yet because the people who would req vampy!Arle and the people who want a continuation of Late Night Devil (which has a similar atmosphere) is a circle (I am a part of it). DISHONOR ON YOUR FAMILY DISHONOR ON YOUR COW (but our fam doesn't even have a cow so the dishonor is going to the resident cat (me))

ONE UPPING THE HANAHAKI!!! How about 2 idiots in love who Hanahaki for each other but at the same time don't let the other know it, then someone (HotH trio, Furi, Tsaritsa, ANYONE) just locks them in a room and "here's the one chance you idiots in love have to talk it out, I am NOT opening this damned door if I hear coughing". WAIT NONONO THIS IS NOT A REQUEST THIS IS NOT A REQUEST THIS IS A ONE UPPER YOU HEAR YOU AXOLOTL (I KNOW AXOS DON'T HAVE EARS BUT THEY CAN HEAR SO THAT GOES THE SAME FOR YOU)

I love your fic lists! I have only one miff with them and it's my fault because I've read them all so there was nothing new to read HASHHAHAHA. But getting to read old classics again was great! (Istg why is mlm content so much easier to find... ao3 feeds haikaveh and chili well... but why not us :,<)

ALSO ALSO before I forget (because evidently i Forgot the last time) One Hell of a Butler... I MISS IT SM how did it take... what? 10k words for them to kiss under the facade of... FAKE MARRIAGE?? istg slow burn is the best but this is not even slow burning this is dry aging before it even goes to slowly roasting... (but like all meats treated this way it's also heavenly)

I think I've yapped too much with this one... oops. It's dead middle of the night here so I think I'm going to go read the Dragon fics again before getting some shut eye (hopefully it works)

Hi, 🍅 anon!! I'm glad you got your Furina even though she was more cracked than Arle, sadge ;-;. Furina is (or was, but I still consider her is) an Archon sooo.

I've searched up why Tumblr may not be letting me post my stuff, so hopefully I can get that fixed. Still really mad. The sad thing is is that I don't have a ton of ideas for arle angst ;-; except for arlevie. I love Clervie and Arlecchino 🫶 (but I love hurting them more). One of my friends is working on an arlevie fic and I'm so excited and I'm patiently waiting...

All of your dragon arle/reader thoughts are so hnghh ajk;flasjlk;as lmfao. Protective Arle 🥹 need. The fact that the trio and Arle can smell the baby before Reader even knows... a;jaafas. I honestly am trying to wrap my head around what a hybrid between human and dragon would be... maybe a wyvern? I have no clue lol. That is a problem for future me while writing dragon au pt.4.

Also yes, I'm aware that your user is anoncryinginthecorner, which is a genius name by the way. And ooh... Zhonglie has 2 dicks. Imagine Arle with -- well I'm sure you get what I'm thinking about.

I wish I made dragon reader cuter but I was hella tired and for some reason I kinda couldn't get any ideas. ;-; Also am I the only one who believes that d!arle/reader wrapping their tail around their s/o as cuddling is so 🥺 .

fa;fasjklasf; I'm like. stuck in between. I want to write smut, but I don't want to make it a thing. I know that smut is like 10x more popular than sfw so honestly it's a little tempting... but I'm not going to fall under the trap of more views/engagement! I have my little community here among the sfw and it's really cozy ^^. Also I don't know how nsfw blogs work... like how do you guys constant write horny all the time? I mean, I'm hypersexual but don't yall get tired of the same dicking around?? I'm pretty sure I would get exhausted of writing nsfw even if it's very self indulge.

anyways, point of that was I do want to stay sfw as much as possible, but I wanted to at least try posting smut once because i've never published smut before! and if it gets more engagement than anything I've ever written... oh well. I do admit it's a little saddening to me that I've put what, 3k, 4k, 5k, 6k words, however long my works are, and a 300 word smut blurb gets like more attention. It's unfortunate but eh. The dark side is not worth it. I love interacting with you guys 🫶. I also don't really like the idea of having to restrict my content to everyone, because I do want as many people who want my content to see it (though I hope minors don't read my smut, but they'll probably do anyways and that's just a fact of life I can't change).

I love my mommas, don't be scared (although that probably doesn't help, so...) They're really nice and I talk to them a lot outside of the occasional reblogs and comments under their posts. They have a discord channel if you want to talk to them but not request lol. I'm not in, because I don't use discord and talking to groups of people makes me want to combust...

anyways. I kinda get that those who want vampire arle may want more 'late night devil.' I've also seen you not mention nuit rouge, so to clarify, it's the idol arle with the delicious boob window. It's from the Srping? Hoyofair of this year. and I... need.

lmao, the one upping. what if... arle coughs out rainbow rose or lumidouce bells... that's the only thing i have for an idea currently. I mean @\aetherdoesthings is already making a hanahaki series for arle per my request 🥹 (i love you aether). if you're looking for a hanahaki, there's that. And okay, fine, I won't take this as a requset 🤭. I still have yours to do, which I think is the next one after the current one I have to work on.

ughhhh hearing 'One Hell of A Butler'... it's like nostalgia even tho it's not that old lmfao. I stopped working on it once I got requests and I'm just so-- man the amount of horny I had for demon butler arle... look. it is a really fine and unique opportunity for sub arle which is just so 🤤anyways, enough about that. high key, outside of horny, i had so much plot in mind including reader's and arle's traumatic backstory. maybe if somoene requests it i'll write the next part. 'One Hell of a Butler' was always supposed to be a slowburn but the slow burn is slow burning and oufff i just want to write them together ._.

speaking of another throwback, what about the series that probably built up my following 'arlecchino is a person.' i honestly don't even know how I came up with it, especially with 'arlecchino is a cold angst' (i prolly just wanted angst, and then I got another idea and another idea, and I thought-- why the hell not? might as well make it a series). I do want to do more series like that over my school break once that... maybe of a specific au or i could have each day a different au.

anyways, i've basically yapped as much you have so it's okay. we both know we don't mind haha. looking forward to your next response, whenever that is. no rush!

[honeysuckleharringtons]

Part Two: "Déjà Brew" ~ S. Harrington

Summary: (Then) Back in Hawkins, Reader is still reeling from the news she's just received. Turns out, sometimes the love of a mother might just be the very help you need when times are tough. — (Now) At Brew and Me, Reader struggles with the stress of motherhood and working. Turns out, a visit from her least favorite patron might be the thing she needs to cheer her up.

Pairing: Nurse!Steve Harrington x Fem!Byers!Reader

Word Count: 2,120

Content Warning: teen pregnancy, mentions of food, mentions of medical-related things, small mention of childhood cancer (not related to any of the main characters in this series), lmk if i missed anything!

Extra Notes: ngl, the writing in this chapter sucks but i promise it gets better!!

Originally Written: 10/08/2023 through 10/12/2023

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'brew and me' series masterlist can be found here!

[ Then, June of 1987 ]

You'd been holding onto the knowledge of your pregnancy for roughly two days, and since then, everything had felt upside down.

You'd looked for every reason possible to not see your boyfriend. You only spoke to your mom and siblings when spoken to. And worst of all, despite the human being growing inside of you, you felt absolutely empty.

You truly wanted to be happy about this. After all, a new human life was forming in your stomach. But the pain of anyone in your small town finding out you were a sinner, and the gossip about how you'd thrown your life away for some guy, it was just too much to bear.

So instead of facing your problems, you'd holed up in your room, lights out and window closed. You only left your room to grab snacks—which lay uneaten on your nightstand—and to use the bathroom. To your family, you were a passing ship in the night, a ghost barely seen. And just when you thought you'd run out of tears, more slipped out of your eyes and onto your pillow, which you were holding like your life depended on it.

It was sometime in the afternoon when Joyce knocked on the bedroom door. You'd cried for so long that you lost track of time, only realizing it was afternoon due to the setting sun peeking through the curtains. "Honey?" she called, barely getting the word out before gently opening the door. She must've registered quickly what was happening, closing the door behind herself in record speed. "Honey, what's the matter?" she cooed, a loving hand meeting your shoulder.

It's now or never, you thought to yourself. Pulling yourself up, you wiped the excess tears away with the pads of your thumbs. "Mom," you sniffled, the word sounding weaker than ever, "I've done a terrible thing."

"I'm sure it's not that bad, my sweet," she said, taking your hands in hers. "You know you can always talk to me, right?"

You nodded, though you were questioning if that statement really was true, considering the bomb you were about to drop on her. More tears involuntarily slipped down your cheeks, your eyes darting anywhere in the room besides her face.

Joyce ran a soft hand through your hair, clicking her tongue lightly. "Honey, I want you to know that you don't have to feel pressured to tell me what's wrong. But I am always here if you do want to tell me."

You forced the words to come out, and you were nearly hyperventilating before you'd even said them. "I don't really know how to tell you, because I'm not quite sure how you'll take it."

Her lips left a soft peck on your forehead, a silent reassurance that she was there for you. An unsteady breath exited your mouth, before you finally said the dreaded words you'd been thinking about for the last forty-eight hours. "The terrible thing is… I'm pregnant. And I have no clue what to do."

You braced yourself for impact, waiting for her to throw you out into the street or scream at you or slap you or anything really. You'd gone over every possible reaction in the book, hoping to find a rebuttal to each one.

Still, the screams never came and her hand never even touched your skin, other than the moment she pulled you into her side. "Oh, honey," she whispered, a tone of sympathy clear in the words.

Tears started to fall once again as she held you close, a gentle hand rubbing soft circles on the small of your back. You'd surely covered the both of you in tears and snot, but truth be told, that was the least of your concerns, given the situation.

"Y/N, you're gonna be okay," she reassured. "I promise, there is nothing you could ever do to make me stop loving you. And from here on out, there's nothing that is going to stop me from loving this child. I'm going to be here for you every step of the way. Okay?"

Through your crying, you managed to ask, "You aren't mad at me?" Genuine confusion took over you at her response to the news. You'd been convinced she'd be angry, never considering that she was the one becoming a grandmother.

She clicked her tongue again. "No, I'm still very frustrated with you for doing something this irresponsible. But that doesn't mean I don't love you or this baby."

It felt like all the blood had drained from your body as you lay practically limp in your mother's arms. The air was heavy as she waited for you to say something, anything, but the words never came. Words seemed a million miles away as the discovery of life inside you started to feel all too real.

Some time passed before she spoke again—whether it was two minutes or two hours, you didn't know. Her hand rubbed soft lines over your disposed arm, her touch as warm and welcomed as your favorite childhood blanket. "Honey, I've been where you were before. Maybe not exactly your situation, but I know what this feeling is like—the worry of what the dad is gonna think, the anxiety of caring for two people. It's terrifying. But I've got good news for you," she paused, kissing the top of your head. "You don't have to do it alone. Because I'm gonna be right here."

You weren't sure you gave her a response to that. Full-on sobs were now wracking your body, despite her kind words. Your tears flowed and your chest heaved, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't seem to stop. Panic and fear coursed through you, and as much as you wanted to be happy about this baby, the only true feeling you had at the moment was resentment toward yourself.

[ Now, November of 1991 ]

"Max, honey, do you know what time it is?" you asked, quite frantically. "I left my watch at home this morning."

A knock sounded on the counter behind you. "It's time for me to be your boyfriend," Steve said smugly, giving you a smirk as you turned to face him.

Max glared down at her watch, rolling her eyes at the cheesiness occurring in front of her. "Actually, it's almost 7:30," the redhead answered, pulling down the sleeve of her flannel shirt.

A grateful sigh slipped past your lips. "Ah, sweet freedom," you said before turning your attention back to Steve, who was sporting a curiously teasing look across his face. "What? I've got a hot date with a bubble bath and my feet and backbone couldn't be happier."

"Sounds sexy," he snickered.

Max huffed in fake annoyance as she passed the latte in her hand over to the brunette girl on the opposite side of the counter. "Have a nice evening," she smiled, then turned to you and Steve, to which she quipped, "If I had a dollar for every time one of you told the other something that was inappropriate to say in a coffee shop, I'd make enough money to pay off my student loans."

"Hey, it's not my fault your boyfriend is off playing basketball at Princeton and training for the NBA," you shrugged, joking of course.

Max gave you a fake pout. "That is below the barista belt, Y/N. That's just cruel."

You shot her a playful smile, giving her a sisterly pat on the arm. "Why don't you get started on the tables, hon'?"

And with that, Max was grabbing her cleaning supplies and heading to clean off the abandoned tables. You gave Steve your attention once more, curious as to if he was interested in holding up to his end of the bargain.

He surprised you with the response that came out of his mouth. "I will have a salted caramel latte with almond milk," he said proudly, sure that his answer was right. "Are you ready for that date yet?"

Your lips formed into a thin line, a look of regret coming to your face. "I hate to tell you, Doc, but nut allergies are a very common thing in my family."

"You work with almond milk all the time," he rebutted, a hand on his hip.

Your eyes narrowed in on him, not ready to back down from his challenge. "I don't like caramel."

He scoffed. "Who doesn't like caramel?"

You shrugged. "Me."

"Why don't you just admit that I was right and tell me where you wanna go next weekend?"

"Because you're wrong and I'm busy next weekend," you answered, both responses true.

He finally broke eye contact with you to look over at Max. "Hey, Max, is a salted caramel latte with almond mix Y/N's favorite item on the menu?"

"Everyone knows she hates almond milk," she answered. "I'm disappointed in you for not knowing."

His attention turned to you again, his eyes narrowing in on yours. "How do I know she isn't being paid to say that?"

An exasperated sigh left your mouth. "We make five bucks an hour and you expect me to have extra money to throw at Max? No offense, Max."

"None taken," she laughed, still scrubbing away at one of the tables. "I don't have money to throw at you either."

Steve shook his head in some mixture of disbelief and playfulness. "Would you just get me my coffee? To-go, please."

Your brows furrowed as you got to work on the drink. "What's with the to-go order? You hardly ever get your coffee to-go."

"If you must know, I happen to have a hot date of my own," he said vaguely, a sly smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Sounds sexy," you jested. "Who's the girl?"

"A cancer patient in the PEDS ward."

Your expression went from curious to downright confused at his statement. "Do I wanna know how that constitutes as a hot date?"

"She's got a crush on me so I get asked to sit with her on nights that her mom works," he explained, slipping some cash into the tip jar. "It's a hot date because every time I go in her room, she asks me to crank the heater all the way up. I think that's just because she likes the way I look when I'm sweaty."

A gentle smile appeared on your face as you passed him his latte. You thought about your own little girl, who'd be here any minute, and how much you regretted nights like those where she was left to her own devices, left to stay with your mom or one of your brothers instead of the person she needed most.

You shook off the thoughts, taking the money from his opposite hand and placing it in the cash register. "Have a brew-tiful night and enjoy your date, Doc."

And with that, Steve gave you one last playful smirk and headed out the door, but not before a certain little girl ran past him and over to you. Joyce followed suit behind her as Steve held the door open, then began his journey out to his car and, presumably, the hospital.

"Mommy!" Mandy squealed, running around the counter to greet you.

You picked her up, happier than ever to see her, placing a kiss on her soft hair. "Hey, sweetpea," you smiled, love overflowing from you as she wrapped her tiny arms around your neck. "What did you get up to today?"

"Grandma took me to the park!" she answered excitedly, her hazel eyes lit up with delight.

You gasped, playing along with her enthusiasm. "No way! You'll have to tell Mommy all about it."

"Now, don't get mad," Joyce started to say as she walked over to you.

Your brows furrowed. "Mad? Why would I be mad?"

A regretful look came across the woman's face, explaining, "We passed an ice cream truck on the way here and-"

"Mom, you know I always give her one of the leftover cake pops at the end of the day. She can't eat too much sugar."

"I know," Joyce said, "but Jon's in town for Thanksgiving so he's offered to give you us both a night off."

It was selfish, but you'd never been so grateful for your brother to be home. You sighed, setting your daughter back on the ground. "Well then, let's put all that energy to use, shall we?"

And with that, Mandy was hot on your trail, following you around as you worked to close up the shop. You just smiled down at the girl, prouder than anyone had ever been to be a mom. Sure, it was biased, but you were quit certain you had the best girl in the whole world.

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[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

Hello! I was wondering if you could match me for Haikyuu, Bungou and Genshin.

Pronouns: I use he/him pronouns only, im a trans guy :D

Sexuality: I am gay! and acespec :D I only like men

Zodiac and MBTI: Im a Taurus/INTJ

Appearance: Im 5'6, Ive got a pretty pale complexion, my eyes are close to a chocolate brown. Ive got a short bob cut to my chin, brown hair with a bunch of pink highlights, all different shades from not dying it correctly. Gold-rimmed glasses that are kinda rounded with thick lenses, ive got really bad eyesight. Ive pretty much got a twink build, so look at Venti? Yea like that.

Personality: im pretty introverted, i dont really talk to people all that much until i get a chance to ramble ablution my interests, and then i could go on for hours. I tend to be quite sarcastic with most anyone, and get annoyed really easily when people make obvious mistakes/being idiotic, despite me doing similar things myself. Even tho Ive said all this, i sometimes get shoved into the therapist role to have everyone talk to me about their life problems. I also sometimes tend to overshare about things in my life to literall strangers. So fun.

Likes: Cosplaying, anime, music, VOCALOID, Story and lore heavy games like genshin, collecting rocks, any kind of gemstone, sea shells, manga collecting, reading, laying around in bed, going to conventions.

Dislikes: Spiders and snakes, people cutting in front of me in line, people walking slow in front of me, especially when i need to go somewhere in a hurry. realistic blood and death, Loud noises and sudden bright lights, excess amounts of cheese on pizzas, especially if its just mozzarella, squashes and zucchini (i have a reason) and certain clothing textures touching when i wear them. Also dresses. I hate dresses, especially ones that go past my knees.

Hobbies: Cosplay is one, i love doing it and makeup just for fun to go out in, i really like playing video games, i adore reading manga, and other light novels.

Other things: Ive got diagnosed insomnia and its difficult for me to sleep without holding something like a pillow, plush animal, or another person. I also wear an earphone headband to sleep with white noise.

Hi! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took a while. I hope you like your matchups!

In Haikyuu, I match you with...

You and Bokuto are certainly the odd couple at first glance. Where you’re introverted, Bokuto is bouncing around and being an extrovert in every sense of the word.

He absolutely loves listening to you ramble. It’s one of the only times he’ll be quiet himself since it’s such a change from what you’re usually like.

As soon as he finds out that you sleep better while holding something, he’s going to be completely insufferable. Did you know he sleeps better when he’s being held? Well, he’s not sure it that’s true but there’s no harm in trying right?!

Please get him into Vocaloid. Bokuto strikes me as someone who hasn’t really listened to much before but as soon as he discovers Hatsune Miku, he’s found his hyperfixation.

People cutting in line definitely irks him as well but while you might be too introverted to say anything, he’s puffing out his chest and giving them a piece of his mind. There’s no way he’s going to just let them cut in front of the two of you like that.

In Bungo Stray Dogs, I match you with...

Okay, since you’re easily annoyed, Dazai might seem like a strange matchup since he’s likely the source of most of your annoyance. But I really do think you’d get along well.

He’s always keeping an eye out for gemstones and sea shells to give you. He knows you like collecting them and likes being able to add to your collection.

Dazai would love going to conventions with you! He thinks they’re great fun and they take his mind off his suicidal tendencies for a while.

He totally gets that loud noises and bright lights can be a lot and he’s quite understanding when you reach your limit. He’ll happily step away from the action for a while to keep you company while you recover.

Please recommend some manga for him to read. I see him as someone who likes manga because it’s easy and quick to read. He also likes a lot of the characters.

In Genshin Impact, I match you with...

You and Kaveh are an unstoppable sarcasm duo. No one can stand in your way and Alhaitham is so tired of your combined antics.

It’s a good thing you’re the therapist friend because Kaveh needs a comforting presence in his life. He’s also more than happy to lend an ear if and when you need to get stuff off your chest as well.

He loves that you like collecting things. He’ll design rotating shelves and cabinets for you to house your collections in.

He’s an interesting balance of a slow walker and a fast walker. When he’s by himself, he’ll usually take it slow and admire his surroundings. But when he’s with someone, he’ll walk faster.

Please get him into cosplay! Kaveh would be so into designing and making his own costumes and would love helping you out with yours as well.

[remy-theratking]

Omnomnom dehydrated apple chips are some of my favorite safe foods

Actually yk what I'll ramble about my sensory shit

So like I've loved spicy, bold flavours like hot cheetos, curry, buffalo wings, etc, and I'll never not accept them as a safe food.

Sometimes though my sensory needs just- change back and forth, like from "I will vomit if I eat avocado toast today" to "avocado toast is the only thing I will accept as breakfast today" which is I guess where audhd comes in. There are some foods that bypass all my shifting needs, like strawberries, dehydrated apples, hot cheetos, potato chips, and pasta (ESPECIALLY the bowties omg I love the bowtie pasta)

Aside from taste needs, sometimes I really REALLY need a tight hug, not because I'm having a rough day but just because my body really wants to be under pressure for like 4 seconds and then it's good, aND THEN IT SWITCHES TO "If my parents even just barely touch my hair I will die of the sudden itch and sometimes even pain"

Also florescent lights just kill me most of the time which is why I am very happy that most of my teachers don't have every light turned on in their classrooms

I need socks to walk anywhere around my house but I will have straight up insomnia if I wear them to sleep

I haven't ever gone fully non-verbal but when I talk I either have to repeat myself 4 times because of how quiet I'm mumbling, stutter too much to the point where I just restart my sentence after pausing, repeat a word when I didn't mean to (for example during a chapter review of Lord of the flies I said "Piggy and Piggy" instead of "Jack and Piggy" and I got laughed at D:) ORRRRR I NEED TO BE TOLD TO BE QUIETER BECAUSE I'M RAMBLING TOOFASTANDLOUDDD

I have two special interests: my OC lore, and Genshin Impact. My childhood special interest was- also my old OC lore (7 year old me had the amazing and magical story, ever so creatively named "the enchanted forest") that went on for like 4-5 years where I would always want to talk about it and think about it to sleep, aaaaaand My Little Pony (I'VE REWATCHED MLP AND NINJAGO BOTH LIKE AT LEAST 8 TIMES but I wouln't call Ninjago a special interest bc it was more of an on and off obsession-)

I do also have hyperfixations ofc and they usually last up to 2 months, pretty sure that lines up with the statistical average idk

Also sometimes I just need to- punch something with full force. I never get to though and Ik it'd feel great (I did throw a pillow like 5 times in a call with my friend when I was hyper though so like... I've been able to get that excitement out-)

I'm sometimes really slow or just straight up zone out mid-conversation which is frustrating on both ends

I have a wide and advanced vocabulary for my age but [read the prior paragraph on talking], I usually don't get to use it to it's full potential because of that issue .-.

(I just realized this whole rant about my stuff is gonna be perfect for if I can ever actually get diagnosed by someone yayyy)

Mom told me that as a 1-3 year old I never really played with my toys but just lined them up either by size or color (yk those like- tower thingies with the rings of differing sizes and colors? I always ordered them correctly just out of the need for it to look right)

When I was 5 this girl in Kindergarten had a sling on but it was a fancy bedazzled sling so I really wanted to feel the gems but she wouldn't let me and I got sad :(

I've always loved swings and those like- spider web climbing equipment, still do just because I like rocking around and being able to stretch and hang and maneuver around the differently angled bars/ropes on the spider web thing (SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHAT THEY'RE ACTUALLY CALLED)

I also have this like- neck shaking and hand flapping tic/stim, sometimes it's uncontrollable sometimes it's a controllable urge, and when it's a tic it sometimes hurts or is just straight up excessive

Okay my mind is going blank now so buhbye this was super long if anyone read all of that- kudos to you, Idk why you would subject yourself to reading it all ok BYEEE

[joelscruff]

before i jump to the obvious issue here ..

all my religious girlies who grew up in the church around excessively christian family and friends but have strayed away over the years and feel guilt whenever anything religious is brought up so you definitely had teary eyes during this chapter, raise your hands!!! i’m so reader coded… 😞 my moms name is fucking bethany!!!

okay now i’m all elated and my happy juices are floating around like dick sucking whoop whoop thigh riding whoop whoop AND BAM… EXPLAIN YOURSELF.

you know.. idk if this is a universal experience for all but i experienced this dynamic of inexperienced young woman and older man and bitch… the confusing ass stomach turning ass messages are SO real. like old men all text like joel and they have you fucking reeling for them one day and the next have you feel as if you’re just a little friend they feel obligated to text.

miss reader picking THAT bar … zzz i just knew it. i knew we we’re gonna see something we didn’t wanna see. HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO WAIT DAYS FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER LIKE TAKE YOUR TIME FRIEND BUT IM ON MY LAST LIMB HERE.

i’m just gonna pretend like she saw tommy n not joel but i know it’s not the TRUTH and the truth is that men are dirty nasty pieces of scum on the bottom of my shoe and i want joel miller to not be that but he still has a dick and balls so he is qualified to be an asshole!! all men suck. especially older men…

(but i’m still gonna lick and suck that mans little tummy and give him the ride of his life and any other fine old man that asks me)

thanks for killing us love 💕💕 hope your pillow was semi warm last night <3

it really makes me so happy when people talk abt how they relate a lot to reader and her relationship with religion. obv it breaks my heart that yall have gone through that shit and have had to deal w so much BUT i'm just glad my writing is able to be a comfort in some way 😭

older men do suck at communication!!!! this is true!!!!! i always make sure joel uses auto capitalization and proper grammar as well cause he's peepaw coded. he prob takes so long to text cause he can't even see his damn phone properly 💀💀

as for seeing tommy and not joel, a few people have actually been theorizing about this. v interesting thoughts. my lips remain sealed tho 😶 and i totally get being upset w joel right now cause like....OBVIOUSLY. YES. WE DONT LIKE SHADY ASS MEN. but i promise........things will be resolved 💖

[oceansatedogs]

Obviously I ain't a selfcare expert and I am just Some Guy and I still have acne and whatnot. But honestly I learned some stuff about skin and hair care... and the most important thing is excessive washing and not moisturizing makes your body generate More oils than you would've just leaving shit alone.

You also don't need like a 10-step face wash routine! Just a cleanser, a moisturizer, and some face sunscreen will do. And controlling acne can sometimes also be about simple lifestyle changes. Eat less dairy, try to chill out, watch your hormone levels, and change your pillow cover every few days. Also be patient acne goes away eventually so don't pick at it. At least that's helped me.

Um I'd also say it helps to know what type of skin you have too. I use oil-based cleansers. Also your hair type matters when we're talking abt hair care. IDK what it's like having straight, thin hair. But I learned to just leave my hair alone and just make sure to rub coconut oil in my scalp and let it sit for about an hr before washing my hair (and maybe rub some on my comb and comb my hair with it after?) ... I mean it probably won't work for long hair but at least for me it looks nice being left alone

[nailsilly]

Welcome to my evil side Blog

Legend: Important, Super Important, Silly, Links/Tags/@, Titles.

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ABOUT: why am I here

This was my first account but it got banned n shit type shit type shit. Welcome here, this is just umm crackposting i think idk anymore.

✧----------------------------------------------------------✧ ABOUT: usage of my art

IF YOU USE MY ART SOMEWHERE.... credit me i really dont care as long as you credit me for the love of skibidi!!!

Same thing if you post a trace or redraw or something inspired of my stuff... honestly if its on tumblr do #nailbuddy its the tag I use after all (unless its AI, then go fuck yourself and yo mama's dead and/or dirty ass)

I support newer artists using it for inspiration and tips/help and thats fine but don't say you "did it yourself" that is a lie, you know that is a lie, and you know I helped you 😡credit me!! Matter of fact... ping me on tumblr or email me (nailbuddy8@gmail.com). I wanna see it (your art will b so cool in the future don't feel bad about it)

Also you can use my art in profiles everything i post is honestly public use whether i like it or not.

I'm on: Bluesky, Tiktok [I don't post here exactly I don't know how to on PC, be my moot though pleeease if you like the stuff in my fandoms list at the bottom of here], and Tumblr [stupid! but since you're here this'll take you to my dead account]

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ABOUT: me (hiiii)

So I'm Nail... or Buddy you can call me that too. I am today years old (check my bio stupid) and like alot of things, well actually its not that i like alot of things its more like I'm not opposed to alot of things. ✧ I'm a huge fan of. . . everything? There's a list at the bottom I have a f⊹ck ton of interests that are growing by the day!!

✧ I type how I talk I think that's obvious from my posting style on my first account. But I also type reeeeeeally bad given my wasd keys are worn tf out like it SUCKS aaaa wwww aaaa wwww aaaawwwwwwwww

So that aside, I'm not diagnosed for anything so if i have something IDK I'm sorry my mom won't get me an evaluation bleh bleh bleh ✧ My laptop's name is Thompson and i care about him very much you can say hi to him if you want :))) and my mascot's name is Moloch :) This is my typing quirk (excessive spacing) I only do this when I cannot think of what to type next and I am under pressure......................... or for fun I'm pansexual or maybe omnisexual I don't know between them i wish there was a middle between omni and pan oh and for those people who were skeptical of me I'm ⭕, that's for those who know... heh... so take that how you want. ✧ I go by it/any but I'm AFAB so you can do she/her too if you want grandpa ✧ I basically live online I don't have much to say about my school life and I'm in CST timezone in the USA (I'm a southerner.. heh) ✧ My favorite album is hawaii: part II my favorite singer is joe hawley and i listen to alot of- if not all of his music (hey don't hold your nose and run, i know what he's done, chill, i dont listen to his music on any platform that gets him paid ALSO do not well^3 me!!! im queer but listening to tallyhall does not AMPLIFY my queer meter 😡) ✧ If you catch me in comments, tell me a funny joke AND USE MY FUCKING ASKS FOR REQUESTS : ) also i reply teehee or 🔨 to things i like or REEEEEALLY like (respectively) ok bye bye

tag i use on all my art is #nailbuddy so if you make me fanart or want me to see it..... post it with that tag... that'd be cool : )

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pillow bfdi (not the artists or a person in particular, I mean pillow HERSELF)

if you play war thunder or any realistic military game casually STAY AWAY STAY AWAYYYYYYY STAY AWAY /hj

if your name is RILEY and your initials are "RC", I am BLOWING UP YOUR HOUSE

if youre going to shove your religion down my throat, listen, religion is one of my interests but i am AGNOSTIC! DO NOT TRY TO CONVERT ME! and honestly, just to scare you a little more im considering atheism or satanism😱😱😱😱 if you dont know what it is DO SOME RESEARCH BEFORE YOU BASH IT!!! damn

im gonna be honest, I'm not putting any groups because I high-key dont care what you do in your free time as long as it doesn't SEVERELY INCAPACITATE LIVING BEINGS FOR LIFE but if you're a PDF file and try to justify that shit to me I WILL be exploding your house, do NOT interact with me gang I WILL call the police

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Now for all of my interests in alphabetical order (gulp!) Ctrl + F to find your fandoms/artists/games dawg (CLICK/TAP THE PARTY POPPER): 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎊🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

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🎉CLICK🎉 THE PARTY POPPER 🎉TO SEE MY FANDOMS AND STOP STARIN🎉G AT MY BEL🥳VED NOOBS!!🎉 THEY ARE TA🎉KING OVER🎉🎉 HELP 🎉🎉🎉🎉

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