#and this has been written already like 500 times but i will never get enough of jake talking to his newborn son so. here you go

[beomiracles]

OMGOSHH hiii Serene my goddess

i would like to build a dreammmmm (hello you are so adorable)

so i have an idea

its a historical (or modern if youd prefer) fantasy au (w any member u deem suitable)

where reader is a fox spirit who fell in love w member who rescued her while she got injured and trapped in her animal form

member and reader spend some domestic time tgt and eventually reader recovers and reveals her true form and is worried member would be afraid of her

initially he is but things happen and he ends up falling for her too?? and they get tgt !!

(i like things steamy)

thank you for taking the time to read this :))

500 BASH SPECIAL

#serene adds ✎... omg ily like ;( when I first read this I IMMEDIATELY thought, yeonjun. (maybe it has to do with the reader being a fox idk. but it feels right to have this fic about him) I'm also super into this whole idea but I've never written for a supernatural reader before so idk how good it is on that front heh..! hope you'll still enjoy :3

wc -> 1.8k

pairings yeonjun x fox spirit!reader (afab) warnings very slight dom/sub dynamics, sub!yeonjun, soft!dom reader, handjob/blowjob, hints at further sexual themes.

It had been, three? Maybe four weeks? You could hardly keep track of time as the room you had been staying in lacked any sort of time teller, and it wasn’t exactly like your rescuer was about to sit down and inform a fox of the time. You couldn’t blame him, he had already done so much for you, from taking you in and providing both shelter and food — it was more than you could have ever asked for. 

You had grown accustomed to the company of the human man, strangely enough. Foxes were known to be distrustful of said species yet you found yourself feeling warm and fuzzy inside whenever he was around, which was almost all the time as he returned to check up on you multiple times throughout the day. 

But by now, your body had recovered enough for you to finally be able to comfortably shift back into a more presentable form. Your only worry was the human’s reaction, you scolded yourself for taking his feelings into such great consideration, it wasn’t what was supposed to happen. Yet you worried that he might be scared — dreaded that he might not like you at all in your human form. 

The cool air causes goosebumps to rise across your now naked skin, having adapted to the feel of fur after spending so long in your other form that the now mildly cold degree outside felt freezing. You stretch your fingers out in front of you, studying them as if it were your first time seeing them. A small sigh of relief escapes your lips, finally you felt more like yourself again. 

The sound of the door squeaking open causes your head to snap in its direction as the human stumbles inside. His hands are full of cut up fruits and a few pieces of raw meat, but as soon as his gaze falls on you the plate crashes against the floor and you flinch at the sound. 

Yeonjun’s mouth hangs open as he studies you with a slightly horrified expression. You could smell the fear dripping from him as his eyes darted across the room in search of your fox form, but all he found was you. Slowly rising from your crouched position, you offer the man a small smile. 

“Hi.” 

You internally cringe at how strained your voice sounded, but after not being used for almost a month it wasn’t so surprising. Yeonjun doesn’t reply as he stares at you dumbfoundedly. “...Who are you?” He finally splutters as he takes a defensive step back, your heart churns at the small action. 

“It’s me…Red”, you try as you use the nickname he had given you a few weeks prior. Yeonjun’s eyes might as well just pop out of his eye sockets as he stares at you in disbelief. “Red?” He repeats, though his stance remains wary. Eagerly you nod as you take a step forward.

“But…it doesn’t make sense I…” He stammers as his hands come up to block you from his view. “And you’re…you’re naked!” His statement causes you to stop as you frown whilst glancing down to your bare body. So? Why did that matter? It was natural when shifting forms — besides, did he really not have greater things to worry about than your naked frame? 

You surge forward once more only to be stopped by a pair of large hands against your shoulders as Yeonjun prevents you from coming any closer. “Why don’t you sit down over here”, he redirects you toward the bed in the center of the room as he hastily pulls the duvet cover over your exposed body. 

Huffing out a breath of air, you glance up at your savior as he fusses over you, much like he always did. And as your eyes roam his body; you wanted nothing more than to repay the kind favor. 

Hesitantly, Yeonjun takes a seat beside you on the very edge of the bed, much to your delight. He runs a hand through his dark hair as he studies you with a slight frown. “I don’t understand…you…you’re..” — “A human?” You interrupt as the corner of your lips curl into a small grin. “Yeah.” He breathes out a small sigh. 

In your human form, he seemed even more delectable and your gaze followed the way his teeth closed around his bottom lip as he bit it anxiously. “I’m a fox spirit.” You state as you watch his reaction. His frown deepens as he looks at you, noticing the swirling pools of orange in your eyes and your sharp canines as you grin. He supposed he should feel afraid, but he didn’t, for he could still recognize the wounded animal he had taken in all those nights ago. 

You tilt your head to the side as you listen to the now, steady, beating of his heart as the human came to terms with the creature before him. “But why didn’t you reveal yourself earlier..?” He wonders and you let out a small sigh. “Well it was impossible to, given the state my body was in”, you shrug before glancing toward him with a small smirk, “but thanks to your helpful hands and kind words I am now completely recovered.” 

Yeonjun’s eyes widen as color rushes to his face. “Kind words…you mean you..” — “Even in my fox form I understand the human language.” You say as you watch the increasingly flustered state of the human who averted his gaze, suddenly recalling the multiple comments about the fox he had made. 

“Do you really think I’m cute?” You ask as you lean forward on the bed. Yeonjun swallows as his eyes return to you, “I uh…” he begins but trails off as you close the small distance between you, trapping him against the bedpost. The duvet falls from your shoulders and his eyes dart between your exposed skin and your face. 

“I think you’re cute.” You purr as your nose graces along his cheek. The rapid beating of his heart felt like music to your ears. Under you, Yeonjun squirms as he tries to free himself from your grip, you let him go as you watch him with a slight pout. He scrambles across the bed to lean against the headboard, slightly panting as he looks at you. 

“Are you scared of me?” you ask with a small frown, a sense of hurt lingering in your words. He shakes his head, “n-no…I just..I don’t know if it’s such a good idea to…” He sharply inhales as you suddenly appear mere inches from his face, gently straddling his lap as your fingers brush along his flushed cheek. “But you’re not scared of me?” Your question comes off as more of a statement but Yeonjun gives you a small shake of his head. You smile, “good.” 

Your lips find his as your hands gently cup his cheeks. Half expecting him to pull away, you’re surprised when his arms wrap around your naked waist to pull you closer. “I’ll make you feel good, yeah?” you whisper against his lips as your hands grip onto the fabric off his shirt. Yeonjun gazes up at you with a clouded expression, uttering a small “uh-huh”.

Your sharp nails dig into the soft cotton as you rip it apart, exposing his lean torso for your hungry eyes to ravage. If he’s surprised by your quick actions, he doesn’t let onto it as his eyes rake over your naked body. The hands on your waist slowly move across your stomach before gently cupping your breasts, his thumbs grazing over your nipples. You let out a small moan as shivers course through your body. 

The roll of your hips against his makes his breath hitch and you lean down to press open mouthed kisses along his neck and collarbone. “You saved me”, you murmur against his skin, feeling the way blood rushed beneath the surface. Sharp teeth drag across the sensitive flesh of his neck as you inhale his sweet scent. 

“Not many people would take in a fox like myself.” The tantalizingly slow movements of your hips causes him to buck up against your wet cunt, drawing a small hiss from you as you grind down on him even harder. Your lips hover over his own once more as you gaze at him in a loving manner. Yeonjun looks at you with a hazy expression as his lips part so deliciously and invitingly, soft pants emitting from him. 

“I am forever grateful.” You whisper before leaning back to rip the seam of his pants apart. Your mouth almost waters at the sight of his throbbing cock, hard and ready for you. Yeonjun lets out a small gasp as you wrap your fingers around him, marveling at how heavy he felt in your hand. “So pretty and good for me”, you coo as you take your time to get a full feel of him, drawing a soft groan from the human. 

You experiment with the pace of your hand, the flick of your wrist, closely watching his reactions as Yeonjun fell apart under your touch. His fingers digging into the soft sheets of the bed, knuckles turning white at the sheer pressure. Unable to resist you lean down to get a small taste of him, relishing in the throaty moan you manage to coax from him. 

Tongue pressed flat against his cock, you slowly work your way down before licking a stripe all the way up to the red tip again. “Ah, fuck.” He groans as you suck all of him in your mouth, swirling your tongue against his slit. His hips snap up against you, his cock hitting the back of your throat and you almost gag. Your hands brush along his thighs as you moan softly around him, silently praising him before pulling off with a small pop. 

“What do you need from me, pretty?” You whisper as your hand returns to gently stroke him. Sweat sticks to his forehead as he lays panting, he swallows, “a-anything, fuck…just need you!” His words make you clench around nothing as your lips eagerly return to his cock, feeling it twitch against your lips. 

The soft whines falling from his plump lips were enough to have you take him as deep as you possibly could, pressing your tongue against him with so much pressure that it almost hurt. “Fuck, I’m c-close” he groans and one of your hands join your mouth on his cock as you encourage his orgasm. 

With one final twitch, he releases himself inside of your open mouth. The feeling of hot cum spurting on your tongue had you moaning against his slowly softening cock as you pulled away to wipe your lips. Above you, Yeonjun brings a hand to his forehead as his ragged breathing slowly returns to normal, but the beating of his heart remained rapid as you study his flushed expression. 

His eyes snap toward you as he feels you move on top of him. Teasingly pushing two fingers inside your dripping cunt for him to see. “Think you can do one more, pretty?”

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[lover-of-skellies]

Rambles about heavy subjects under the cut

So uhhhhhh

I never thought I'd have to make a post like this, because it just feels weird and I'm not sure what to do or how to phrase things, but

My grandpa died yesterday. I wasn't there when my mom received the call from the hospital, I just heard about it from my sister. My sister and I were never really all that close with him because of some issues within the family, and our mom wasn't too close with him for a while either, but she'd made amends with him. She'd go see him, pick him up for holiday dinners and gatherings so he could be with us and be a part of the family again, and then she'd take him home. He was a diabetic, so she'd even taken on reminding him to take his meds and things, whenever he was with us. I can't tell you how many times she went to the little bar where he liked to go sing karaoke every Tuesday night (I believe. I think it was Tuesday, but it could've been another day of the week, too)

Even though my sister and I weren't really ever close with him, he meant practically the world to our mom. She's been talking to some people, since he didn't have a will or anything written up. His passing was sudden and unexpected, so now everyone's scrambling to figure out the details for what to do with him

We don't have a lot of money. Sometimes it's hard scraping by, as is. My mom works at a hospital, my sister started working at a pet store, and I'm fighting with the social security people to try getting disability. I've been denied probably 3 times already, but I'm still trying my hardest to get through to them

The cheapest option for funeral stuff for my grandpa is cremation, but even then, that's $3000. We don't have that kind of money. His girlfriend's pastor chipped in maybe $500, I think, but beyond that, I'm not sure. I feel like I need to do something to help this situation, since my mom absolutely doesn't need this financial issue on her shoulders. She has a lot to worry about already as things currently stand, and I feel bad that I can't do more for her, but. All I can do is this. Making a post, rambling about the situation, and maybe asking if people could consider donating a little to my Ko-Fi

Donations would help a lot tbh, and I think my current donation goal was set to like... $200 - $250, something like that, but. It's a start. There are some things in my shop you can buy, I'm gonna try to add more soon, and I have commissions open, even though I haven't drawn in ages

I feel really icky about doing this and asking for donations, because I know that for a lot of us, money is tight, and I understand that things aren't cheap anymore. $300 used to get you a heaping cart of groceries that'd last a while, but now, it barely covers enough to last 2 weeks

I.... don't really know how to finish this post off, or how to properly close it, so. Again, donations would be greatly appreciated and it'd help a lot, and I'd be so, so grateful for every cent of it. It's not an obligatory thing by any means. You don't HAVE to donate, and if you can't afford to, I completely understand

[the-vampire-fish-queen]

The UK needs some help with there own Online Safety Act (UK KOSA) that going to end up shutting down both small and big sites starting in March 2025.

It's already starting a online cycling community web forum with over 60K users shutting down because of the UK Online Safety Act (UK KOSA).

Link to more info here

"Reading https://www.ofcom.org.uk/online-safety/illegal-and-harmful-content/time-for-tech-firms-to-act-uk-online-safety-regulation-comes-into-force/ and we're done... we fall firmly into scope, and I have no way to dodge it. The act is too broad, and it doesn't matter that there's never been an instance of any of the proclaimed things that this act protects adults, children and vulnerable people from... the very broad language and the fact that I'm based in the UK means we're covered.

The act simply does not care that this site and platform is run by an individual, and that I do so philanthropically without any profit motive (typically losing money), nor that the site exists to reduce social loneliness, reduce suicide rates, help build meaningful communities that enrich life.

The act only cares that is it "linked to the UK" (by me being involved as a UK native and resident, by you being a UK based user), and that users can talk to other users... that's it, that's the scope.

I can't afford what is likely tens of thousand to go through all the legal hoops here over a prolonged period of time, the site itself barely gets a few hundred in donations each month and costs a little more to run... this is not a venture that can afford compliance costs... and if we did, what remains is a disproportionately high personal liability for me, and one that could easily be weaponised by disgruntled people who are banned for their egregious behaviour (in the years running fora I've been signed up to porn sites, stalked IRL and online, subject to death threats, had fake copyright takedown notices, an attempt to delete the domain name with ICANN... all from those whom I've moderated to protect community members)... I do not see an alternative to shuttering it.

The conclusion I have to make is that we're done... Microcosm, LFGSS, the many other communities running on this platform... the risk to me personally is too high, and so I will need to shutter them all.

What and When

So here's the statement...

On Sunday 16th March 2025 (the last day prior to the Act taking effect) I will delete the virtual servers hosting LFGSS and other communities, and effectively immediately end the approximately 300 small communities that I run, and the few large communities such as LFGSS.

It's been a good run, I've administered internet forums since 1996 having first written my own in Perl to help fans of music bands to connect with each other, and I then contributed to PHP forum software like vBulletin, Vanilla, and phpBB, before finally writing a platform in Go that made it cost efficient enough to bring interest based communities to so many others, and expand the social good that comes from people being connected to people.

Approximately 28 years and 9 months of providing almost 500 forums in total to what is likely a half a million people in that time frame... the impact that these forums have had on the lives of so many cannot be understated.

The peak of the forums has been the last 5 years, we've plateaued around 275k monthly users across the almost 300 websites on multiple instances of the platform that is Microcosm, though LFGSS as a single community probably peaked in the 2013-2018 time period when it alone was hitting numbers in excess of 50k monthly users.

The forums have delivered marriages, births, support for those who have passed (cancer being the biggest reason), people reunited with stolen bikes, travel support, work support, so much joy and happiness and memorable experiences... but it's also been directly cited by many as being the reason that they are here today, the reason they didn't commit suicide or self-harm. It's help people get through awful relationship breakups, and helped people overcome incredible challenges with their health.

It's devastating to just... turn it off... but this is what the Act forces a sole individual running so many social websites for a public good to do.

I don't know where to recommend... I know lots of people have moved small groups to places like Signal and WhatsApp, and that some people are on the fediverse, and some are in other websites and groups.

There is no central place that could take us all and preserve the very special thing we had... so it's done.

This is a really special place... the people are special... I guess the next 3 months will be a time of sharing what it meant, and of groups figuring out where they want to go next.

Love you all forever, it's been amazing to be a part of it all, I never thought I'd touch the lives of so many people by running websites, and in turn to give so much reason to my own life. In the end, the person I save most was likely myself.

Dee"

This is very bad and the compliance requirements will affect alot of websites based in the UK and Ofcom seems very out of its depth.

The whole thing is an unworkable mess and will collapse under its own weight. There also alot of privacy and legal issues with it.

This may also affect Tumblr and force the site to leave the UK.

Please spread awareness!

[lookingfts]

hey can i ask for tips on how you write this fast? i always fall into writer's block and i never know how to break it.

Sure! I've always been a pretty fast writer, but I do get stuck. Here are some things that help me:

Setting a small word goal. For me, that's about 500 words. I don't write every day, but if I have some time and I want to write, I try to break it down or it gets overwhelming. I'll either write 500 words and decide that's enough for that day, or more likely, I keep going and write a few thousand.

Switching between fics. In an ideal world, I would always finish one thing before moving on to another, but sometimes I'm just not in the mood to write that specific thing. The other day I had planned to write a new chapter of Sugar and it just wasn't coming to me, so I switched gears. I'll usually have one longer fic in the works, and then some shorter fics or drabbles whenever I need to write something different.

Skipping scenes. Sometimes I just cannot figure a specific scene, and I used to insist on writing things chronologically. Now I understand the value of just skipping to the next scene, or writing the scene you most want to write first.

Changing small things. I write in light mode and edit in dark mode, or vice versa. I sit in different places in my house. I listen to different music. Even a tiny change in perspective can help shake something loose.

Keeping notes constantly. Every time I have an idea for a plot point or dialogue, I write it in Google docs. I have documents for all my fics, plus a document that's just fic ideas and random snippets. When it's time to write, I already have something to work from. I have it all organized by chapter, and the outline doesn't have to be fully fleshed out from the jump, but it keeps me from asking "what's next?"

Trusting my instincts. I doubt what I've written all the time, but I always remind myself that I've doubted my writing before, and people like my work. So I just keep going and trust that whatever comes to my mind is the right direction to go, even if it's not the direction I originally planned for a fic.

Treating writing and editing as separate jobs. This was advice I read a while ago and it's so valuable. I don't edit as I'm writing. My goal is just to write a first draft and then look at it later, usually a few hours later or the next day when I've had some distance and can see it clearly.

Not forcing it. Yes, I often have to push myself to write SOMETHING because starting is the hardest part. But if I'm stuck, I just go for a walk or snuggle with my cats or stretch or watch something on YouTube. By not focusing on the problem, you can often resolve it.

I hope this helps a little! If anyone else has tips, please leave them in the comments.

(And here's a bonus photo of my cats)

[shinobusupremecy]

Shinobu SFW alphabet. 900+ followers special

A/N: This was originally a 500+ followers event where you could choose the letters but to celebrate 900+ followers I decided to write the rest of the alphabet for you guys, I hope you enjoy! I feel like I haven’t been thanking you all near enough as I should have been for supporting me so I hope this makes up for it! Some of the letters are already written in request which you can find in the masterlist but you can also find them here!

Will contain spoiler

Link to org alphabet: https://the-coldest-goodbye.tumblr.com/sfw-template

Art source

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Shinobu is somewhat affectionate, it really just depends on her mood. If she feels extra soft she will come to you and hug you. 

Doesn’t matter if you are facing away from her or not you will get that hug. 

She will give you some kisses mostly on the cheek or on the nose to see it scrunch up

She’s not so big on PDA so don’t excpect much from her there. She might give you a kiss on the cheek but other than that it’s mostly just hand holding. Although if there’s someone that tries to flirt with you then Shinobu will bring you in by the hip and give you a kiss, just to show that you belong to her. 

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Shinobu would obviously be that teasing friend. She loves to tease her friends so you’re not spared. Of course she knows when to stop her teasing or when it’s the right moment. 

You and Shinobu would be kinda like two peas in a pod and almost never seperate. Shinobu is usually the one that spots you first and later just drags you with her. 

If you’re an introvert see her as the extrovert that adopted you. 

You cannot tell me otherwise but Shinobu is best wing woman.

She gives the best advices ever and will be there for you when you need to vent

Shinobu is also very smart as we all know but she wouldn’t let you copy off her homework, she would however help you with it.

Best girl to spill the tea with.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Shinobu likes to cuddle but she’s just so busy so she almost never has time to. When she does have time to cuddle then she will usually wanna be the big spoon. 

She wants to feel like she can wrap her arms around you and protect you. When she’s in her more soft mood then she will be the small spoon. 

She likes the feeling of your arms wrapping around her, she feels very safe and loved.

If you ask her to cuddle she might tease you a little, but it’s extremely lighthearted since she would never wanna make you afraid to ask her for cuddles

You two often cuddle when you two are going to bed, when Shinobu is done with her work, when she is tired or you or when you two have a day off.

She also likes it when you two lay face to face on your side and hug eachother, legs entangled with one another. She likes to see your face and give it some kisses.

Another cuddling position she likes that doesn’t happen as often as the other two is just when she can lay on your chest and you can draw patterns on her back or just wrap your arms around her.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

She wants to settle down with you, she really does. But she wants to avenge her sister, that has been her top priority for 4 years and you can’t back her down. If she does survive however then she will settle down.

Shinobu is very good at cooking and cleaning even if Aoi is usually the one that does both of those jobs.

Shinobu always make sure to time everything down when she cooks and meassure so that all of it is correct.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

She’d do it in private of course and in the evening. She will take you in her office or lab and will sit you down before she’s seated herself. Shinobu will have a serious look and her smile is gone. Shinobu won’t beat around the bush and will get straight to the point. If you begin to cry then she will let you cry on her shoulder. Shinobu will give you reasons on why it didn’t work and the only pro when you break up with her is that she won’t leave you with any questions. Every question you have she will answer truthfully.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Shinobu does wanna marry and settle down but she doesn’t have high hopes for it since the time they are in is demon infested. She would prioritize her duty as a hashira over getting married any day but that doesn’t mean she will say no to a romantic relationship.

Not only that but she also wants to avenge her sister and she will again, choose that over marriage.

Best outcome though is when she achieved both things and only then she can consider marrying and settling down.

If we’re gonna talk about modern au though she would want your romantic relationship to last years before marrying. She is not the one to mary after the first or third year but maybe fifth or even longer.

Alot can happen during those years and she doesn’t wanna be too hasty.

But on both accounts, she would wanna marry.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Shinobu is very gentle, so so gentle. Her touch is so soothing and her voice is so comforting. Shinobu mostly got her gentleness from her sister and later further learned to be gentle when she had to take care of the butterfly girls and her sister. Emotionally she is gentle with you, just not herself due to the constant state of anger she’s in. Shinobu teases alot too and those are not so gentle, but if you want her to stop she will. Besides all the teasing and the inner anger she feels, she’s very gentle.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

I can’t see her as the biggest lover of hugs but she is not oppossed to it and will gladly accept any hugs you give her, ok besides when she’s out in public and got that reputation to uphold or when she’s working. At least when she’s working she might give you an awkward hug back, it will be a little bit one sided but trust me, she’s trying her best.

Shinobu’s hugs often happens at the days she’s more free from work which is rare or when you two are alone in the office or when you two are going to bed together.

Basically you hug her in the day and she hugs you in the evening or/and night.

When she does hug you though let me tell you, it’s one of the best hugs you will ever receive in your life if not the best.

She knows how to hug you and make you feel safe. Her hugs are soft but sinscere and full of love. Shinobu’s scent makes the hug all the better.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It’s most likely that she will confess first but other than that she’s not so quick to say the L-word. Mostly because she really wants to think if she’s truly fallen in love or if it’s just a small crush. She doesn’t wanna make any impulsive descisions, not to mention you might not even like her back. If you’re not confessing first then you will have to wait for a good while.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

She gets jealous quite often but tries to ignore those feelings. To her, being jealous is immature so when she thinks she’s jealous she is in denial. But it’s clear when she’s jealous, the way she sometimes spy on you and the other person you’re talking to, when she comes forward and drags you away to help her with a task you know full well she’s capable of handling herself and how her voice becomes more passive agressive, depending on the person she’s talking to.

If it’s Giyu then let me tell you it gets a whole lot worse. Her teasing level is going sky high and she comes up with every teasing comment she can which is alot. When Shinobu isn’t talking she will only stare at Giyu until he becomes uncomfortable and leaves.

When you confront her about it she will deny it at first but the red blush will give her away. If you really don’t like how she acts she will apologize to you and maybe Giyu but no promises!

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Her kisses are soft and comforting. She has smooth lips scented lips so they smell nice. Everytime you get a kiss no matter where or how you will always be craving for more.

Shinobu loves to kiss you on the cheek, forehead and nose. Shinobu often kisses your cheek when you two are alone or when she’s in a very soft mood.

You usually get kissed on the forehead when you two are just lying in bed or when you need comfort. She will kiss your forehead all while telling you how beautiful you are, how thankful she is to have you here, how much you mean to her, she will list off 100 reasons and more why she loves you so dearly.

Kissing on the nose Shinobu does just to see your nose scrunch up in a adorable manner. She does it to tease you but also because she loves your reaction.

Shinobu loves getting kissed on the corner of her lips, it reminds her to smile. She also likes forehead kisses since she feels so loved when she gets kissed there. Kissing on the cheek is also another yes for her.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

She is great with children! She just got that vibe or friendly aura that makes little kids wanna interact with her. She is so sweet to them, giving them sweet smiles and maybe even candy. Shinobu is great both in the sense that the kids like her but they respect her alot too, she might give that kind aura vibe but also the one were even small kids knows she’s not the one to be messed with. If a kid does have the nerve to act bratty then one glare or angry smile will shut them up or send them crying.

Shinobu knows how to take care of kids in general, some of the patients she gets have kids whether they are older or very young.

But besides all that, yes, Shinobu is great with kids.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

In reality you and Shinobu don’t really wake up at the same time leading to each of you spending your mornings alone and sepretly. The main reason is her being a demon slayer and that she can get called in for a mission very early or you, if you are a demon slayer as well.

But on your day off or in the slim chance you two do get to spend the morning together it usually starts with her waking you up. She is gentle at first but if you don’t wake up soon she might feel a bit mischevious ;)

After you have woken up she’s basically at your hip. You two get dressed together, eat breakfast together and then follow through the rest of your routine together.

At breakfast you two usually talk about whatever comes to mind and after breakfast when you two make finishing touches like skin routine and what not both of you do it in peaceful enjoyable silence

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

The night routine spent with her is as peaceful as it can get

Shinobu has to do some things before going to bed like tucking Sumi, Naho and Kiyo to sleep and doing a checkup that every patient is in bed or doing well before she can go to sleep herself.

Usually you join her when she does these checkups and if you don’t she doesn’t mind and you can just be in her room waiting for her

When she is done with her checkup and can make herself ready for the night you two go to the bathroom to brush your teeth and whatever else you need to do like skin routine.

You two again chat about how the day has been and what you have been doing while Shinobu was gone and vice versa.

The one always wait for the other and when both of you are done you two are joined by the hip to bed!

There Shinobu can sometimes induldge in some late night conversations but if she isn’t in the mood for it or a busy day is waiting then she will go to sleep and force you to do that as well

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?

Small things like different facts about herself is something she has no problems talking about. You just need to ask and sometimes she just lorebombs it but things like her own insecurity and past is a whole nother thing.

Shinobu doesn’t really like the idea of opening up to people, she hates being vulnrable and feeling weak. Plus she is well aware that some people she just can’t open up to

At the start of your relationship she doesn’t really open up much about herself leading to you maybe hearing one or two from others like how she previously had a older sister.

As the relationship goes on she would feel more comfortable sharing things with you and opening up but she wouldn’t just say everything all at once.

She usually reveals one thing slowly as time went on but only when it fits the occassion and when she feels comfortable enough to.

Before she does she always checks with you if you are fine to hear about it. If you are struggling too then she wouldn’t wanna talk about her problems when you are the one needing help.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

It really just depends on her how her day has gone up until that point

Shinobu is really patient but everyone has their limits right?

Proof of her patience is that she can keep up with Inosuke’s shenanigans and Zenitsu’s loud mouth

However like said, everyone has their limits. If something happens like a broken vase or annoying slayer she doesn’t really show her irritation leading to it building up instead and her patience growing thinner by whatever irritating thing that might happen next

At the end of the day some very minor things can just push her over the edge leading to her finally snapping

Of course she always apologizes afterwards

In summary her patience is like something you need to chip at before it finally breaks

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Shinobu rememberes what she deems as important. What’s your favorite food, what do you like to do, your boundries, do you have any allergy? Stuff like that. But of course Shinobu will remeber the more fun part like what’s your favorite color and animal.

For medical purposes she knows alot about your body, plus what blood type you have. Are you on any medication? Do you have any pills you take? Very very important stuff, she knows too.

Shinobu will make a serious mental note when she sees you wanting something, it could be some clothing, a earring or a necklace, doesn’t matter Shinobu will make sure to remember it and gift it you when the time comes.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

If you asked her this question she probably would say ”every moment” or that she has so many that she possibly can’t choose.

I don’t really think she ever has a favorite favorite moment that beats every other but just many that share the number 1 place.

The day that either of you confessed is defenitely up there. Romantic dates, funny moments you two had, missions you two have together are defenitely up there.

But she also likes the more quiet and even sad moments. Even if she doesn’t like when you two argue it does help you both gain more understanding eachother in the end and helps you two improve and grow.

That is how she feels deep inside, but she would still give you that answer ”Every moment is our favorite moment”.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Shinobu is very protective and she has her own reasons, she has lost so many and she can’t bear to loose you too

She would be protective no matter if you are a demon slayer or a citizen.

It doesn't really matter if you're a demon slayer or a citizen, she'll be protective of you anyways

Since you're a demon slayer maybe you can get hurt by demons and if you're a citizen..you can still get hurt by demons. Guess there's no escaping getting hurt by demons.

Usually when you go out at night Shinobu will accompany you no matter what. It's like Shinobu has a sitxth sense or something. When she has a feeling you'll go out at night for whatever reason it's like she just drops everything and bolts to you.

Of course demons are not the only threat, people are too.

If you ever stumble to a suspicious person Shinobu becomes very wary and if that person is starting to bother you then Shinobu will take action.

It usually starts with warning the person to back off and leave you two alone but if the situation escalates then Shinobu will pin the person down or something along the lines of that.

But when she protects you from a demon? She is way more brutal.

She will use one of her most deadliest and painful poison on the demon making sure it suffers greatly for even thinking about hurting you. Doesn't matter if you're a demon slayer or cotizen as said, that demon will feel PAIN.

Shinobu likes to be protected when she knows she couldn't have handle it herself. Let's say a very quick demon snuck up on her and was about to stab her, she would really appreciate it if you came in and protected her. It would save her alot of trouble and death.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Shinobu would put in so so much effort, even for the little things. 

I am not kidding when she puts her heart and soul into these dates, anniversaries and gifts. 

The dates are always peaceful and so romantic. She somehow chooses the places that are unique and not cringe. Even if it’s a cringe scene she still makes it good. 

Anniversaries is when she really puts her heart and soul into it. She tries to make it the best for you. 

The gifts are always spot on and you don’t even know how. Sometimes you don’t even tell her and she still gets the gift right. If it’s a ring then she will get the exact gold or silver, ring size and even manages with the ore. 

I can honestly say that acts of service is one of her love languages so excpect her to do it alot. Sometimes she doesn’t know what to say with words so she shows her love to you with her actions. 

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

She has the habit of suddenly snapping towards you. Even if you’ve been with her for a long time you still struggle to tell her emotions sometimes. Her smiling face all day can get you mixed signals. If she’s really mad you can see some vein popping but that is not so common. 

Sometimes you fail to notice her being in a angry mood and her wanting to be left alone and you unintentioally bugging her can lead her to snap and yell at you. She regrets it immdietly of course and tries her best to apologize.

Shinobu usally snaps when she’s really stressed or just when she has had a hard day. Giving her some tea, doing some of her work or just giving her some space will be appreciated later on. 

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Shinobu is mostly concerned about her looks due to the reputation she has to uphold. 

That explains why it takes quite a long time until Shinobu is ready for the day. Her hair is silky smooth even if she hasn’t showered for a few days. 

Please don’t run your finger through her hair in public, she worked hard to fix her hair! 

After the day is over though and the night settles in Shinobu will be less concerned over her looks. At that time it’s only your eyes that stare at her and she knows you think she’s beautiful no matter what. 

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Shinobu would feel incompleate, very much so. You’re that person that went into her heart and went through years of fixing the damages. You filled her heart and bandadged it with great care and for that she feels grateful.

You’re the one she can ground herself to if she ever needs it. 

Plus on the battlefieled if you’re a demon slayer no matter your rank you two are a power couple on the field. Your breathing styles compliment each other and Shinobu has to admit with your help taking out the demons is a breeze. 

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

To be honest I can see her as someone that would love physical affection from you but won’t really admit it

She hasn’t gotten physical affection from someone she loves with her whole heart and soul

Shinobu needs it once in a while especially on her hard days.

When she feels soft and on a happy mood she will iniate a cuddling session with you, she wants to be the little spoon because she likes being held. Sometimes though she will be big spoon because she likes the feeling of protecting you, it really just depends, it varies alot

Shinobu is not so fond of PDA so if you want to give her physical affection, do it when you two are compleately alone

Shinobu might tease you when you hug or cling onto her but she knows not to ruin the moment

It doesn’t take much to try and tell her what you want, she can read you like an open book

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Ok this one might be too common of a headcannon or you’ve probably seen it many times before

But I have a feeling she loves singing. Like just quietly sing to herself, the song usually has a more sentimental meaning behind it since it’s the songs that her sister would sing to her but other than that she loves to sing

Don’t get your hopes up though, it’s not likely she’ll be willing to sing in front of you. Mostly because it’s embarrassing for her. Don’t try to eavesdrop on her either, she’ll know.

But she will sing for you if you’re having a rough day or when she just feels softer y’know?

She’ll most likely sing for the triplets. So if you’re lucky, you’ll find her singing a song to the triplets, Shinobu knows you’re there and will send you a wink or a wave.

Ok I know what I said earlier that it’s not likely for her to sing in front of you but that’s like in the early months of your relationship. As the time passes by I can see her being more confident in singing in front of you.

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Another headcannon (I know you’re supposed to pick one but I have passed that limit)

Shinobu LOVES late night conversation

It’s when everyone’s asleep and she doesn’t have to work anymore which means she can talk to you about whatever she wants

Shinobu also feels a little but more like herself since she can talk about the subjects she loves! Of course she will let you talk about subjects you like too. But for her, it can get tiring talking about medical stuff all the times so it’s nice when she can talk about insects (I hc she loves insects too) or different flowers and their meanings.

But late night conversation can turn deep or it turns into her venting to you, of course with your consent.

Shinobu just knows she can talk about deep personal stuff with you because you won’t judge her or anything like that

It’s also the times when she can talk about her sister and the memories she has of her.

Usually it ends with you two cuddling and Shinobu crying.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Shinobu would want a sympethetic person, a kind one and respectful. Shinobu is not big on PDA so when she tells you that, she wants you to respect it. If you still kiss her on the cheek in public or even on the mouth when others are looking you’re gonna start to tread on thin ice. Shinobu holds high respect for her lover but she excpects you to do the same. Her Hashira status still applies to you so please speak respectfully.

Shinobu wants someone that puts in effort to the relationship. Shinobu does not like when she’s the only one that is initiates in dates, gifts or basic affection. If she’s preparing dates or comforting you with soothing words then she wants you to do the same. Shinobu will have her low days and she needs you to comfort her, if you just outright refuses to do so then that is when Shinobu knows you’re not the one. Shinobu sees any relationship as a two-way road and that both parts have to put in a effort to the relationship.

If a argument happens then she wants it sorted out. She will not pretend that nothing happened and she hopes you feel the same. Shinobu strongly believes that communication is the key of any relationship so if any argument happens she wanna talk it out. Sweeping it under the rug won’t make it better so please just talk to her.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Shinobu is the type to in her sleep cuddle up to you in the night and when you point it out to her in the morning she will deny it. Even if the covers are over her body it’s like she feels incompleate without your warmth so she will begin to move towards you and cuddle to your warm body. 

If you come home late at night then you can see her hugging your pillow and sometimes even laying on your side of the bed. 

[physalian]

Vampires could be time capsules of what people looked like at various points in history and I know live action vampire media cannot be bothered, but books and cartoons have no excuse.

Vampire Diaries does not pride itself on its efforts at historical accuracy (like putting horses in Virginia ten centuries ago) and I believe I’ve complained about this before. But give TVD a budget and a creative team like the earlier seasons of GOT and then when you tell me your cast has thousand-year-old Viking vampires, you can prove it.

Randomly looked up what Alexander the Great looked like at 5:30am and part of the description was that he was probably around 5ft tall. But you think of him and you probably picture some six-foot-two Adonis. People were just shorter back then.

Give a human immortality and though most vampire media makes them maybe 200-500 years old, because most vampire media likes to focus on how they were interwoven into the last few centuries of our history, humans 500 years ago still looked different!

It would be such a small thing, and the whole point of vampires interacting with humans is the whole ‘blending into society’ aspect, invisible predators, so they’d have grown used to the fashion and customs of the era, but while you can get a haircut, you can’t stroll up to a plastic surgeon’s office.

Things like, vampires with rare genes that haven’t been seen in centuries, because it’s recessive and died out. Vampires who still talk with the accent or language they grew up with, or can call it back when they want to, even though it’s been a dead language for generations. Or a language that was never written down, oral traditions that only this one person remembers.

Dances that have been lost to history, craftmaking, survival skills, herbal knowledge.

I explored some of this very, very briefly with my vampires, because mine reach 700, 800, 900 years old easy, and I really want to give it due justice.

Usual vampires are some variety of either recent American, or some bougie French or English gentleman who can only comment on the Victorian era. I didn't like Castlevania: Nocturne very much, the hero team was just comparatively less compelling, but I adored the diversity of the vampire species and kept watching specifically to see what would happen with Olrox.

Like, there is enough vampire romance media out there about how this immortal 17-year-old cannot control his animalistic nature even with 200 years of practice.

I want a story about some anthropologist with a hyper fixation on a culture that they only know exists through anecdotes from the other societies that destroyed it, only for a thousand-year-old vampire to go “ya I still remember where my house stood, here I’ll show you.” (and I do have this near exact scenario already planned for my book)

“Oh, Atlantis? Yeah, shame about that one. This one time I was there…”

Atlantean vampires would be so cool.

Like, Interview With the Vampire, but less…. Less.

[sidekick-hero]

20 questions for writers

I was tagged by some amazing fellow writers, thank you so so much @puppy-steve, @corrodedbisexual, @steviewashere and @just-my-latest-hyperfixation 💜💜💜 (once again late to this because I'm still sick and feeling crummy)

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Currently 167, 83 of these in the Stranger Things Fandom (my current one).

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

593,064 (holy shit)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

currently exclusively Stranger Things, the brainrot is still going strong.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Emotional Motion Sickness

You know I'm a show off (I would let you get some)

Louder

we tangle endlessly like lovers entwined

I’m tired of asking to settle the debt

5. Do you respond to comments?

I really, really try! I want to answer to all of them because every single comment means so much to me. But I'm also at around 500 unanswered notifs on AO3 (not all are comments, some are replies on my comments) and it may take a while to catch up 🫣

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Ufff, pretty sure that's we pass the ghosts that haunt us later. The ending is ambiguous, but was angsty enough that @legitcookie demanded it to be fixed...

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

... which led to us co-writing the next part I wore his jacket for the longest time with a happy ending that to me at least feels like the most satisfying happy endings of all of my fics.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

So far I haven't, my experience with fandom has been entirely positive and wonderful 💜

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Juuuuup. Love it. I think most of my fics are rated explicit. I had a phase in which I mostly wrote pwps, trying my hand on more comedy and romance but I feel like writing smut might be my calling 😂

10. Do you write crossovers?

I wrote one, a crossover between Stranger Things and Fargo S5. It's a metaldeputy fic (Gator Tillman and Eddie Munson) called caught in the careless arms of lust again

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of at least.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, two have been translated to Russian.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! With @legitcookie and with @yournowheregirl, and it's amazing. I loved it and would definitely do it again.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

I think steddie, it just really scratches an itch I didn't even know I had.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will?

Uffff, good question. I would never say never tbh. And I don't have many WIPs. Maybe the Time Travel threesome fic (Eddie/Eddie/Steve) I started with Jen. Still loving the idea but not sure when I'll be able to get back to that.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Smut, I think? And a few people told me I'm good at vivid descriptions.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Long sentences. Dialogue. As stupid as it sounds, plot? Like, world building and coming up with a complex plot.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

So fucking hard.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Queer as Folk, wayyyy back in the day.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Oh man, that's a hard one, I love all of my fics. I think from my multi-chapter fics I have to say I wore his jacket for the longest time, especially because of how much I loved writing it but also because I love me a good character growth and second chances fic. And of my one-shots I have a soft spot for to the rhythm of eternity (my love letter to my favorite city) and Take your time (I wanna cross some lines) (a pwp I spend AGES on writing).

I have no idea who has been tagged already so if you've been tagged please forgive me and link me to your answers 💜

@runninriot, @hbyrde36, @acasualcrossfade, @judasofsuburbia, @pearynice,

@shares-a-vest

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Gift for rhapshie: “Poor idiot Yuuji, falling for someone so constipated, he can’t even sort out his F-E-E-L-I-N-G-S. Oops, do you think he can spell?” (SukuIta, JJK)

F-E-E-L-I-N-Gs

Read on Ao3

tags: flower language, sukuna swears a lot, sukuna threatening the safety of poor florists, humor, nobamaki teases sukuna

note: this was written as part of a gotcha 4 gaza. if you like jjk, consider submitting a prompt here by the end of the month. you'd be helping out palestinians and getting some cool/cute fanart/fanfic for just a few bucks

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Sukuna wasn’t mad. No. That would imply that he cared and that was the last thing on his mind. No, he was getting revenge.

Nobara popped the sucker from her mouth and grinned, her single eye looking a little too gleefully in his direction, “Is that what you call it nowadays? Too scared to call it what it is?”

Maki swung an arm around her shoulder and joined in, “Be careful, if you say the F-word, he might run away screaming.”

“Poor idiot Yuuji, falling for someone so constipated, he can’t even sort out his F-E-E-L-I-N-G-S. Oops, do you think he can spell?”

Sukuna puts out the cigarette he’d been smoking and reminds himself that Yuuji wouldn’t like it if his friends up and disappeared one day. Not even if they were the ones provoking him, “Don't you two lesbians have anything better to do? Like go fuck in a car or blow shit up?”

Maki laughed, “Fucked already, currently blowing shit up, is it working? How close to exploding do you think you are on a scale of one shit to five shits?”

“Maybe we should show him the other pictures Yuuji sent us,” Nobara grinned, taking out her phone from her pocket. 

And hell no, Sukuna did not freeze and no, he also didn’t relax slightly when Megumi’s monotone voice announced, “There are no other pictures.”

Sukuna considers his options. At this time of night, he was blessed with no witnesses and both Maki and Nobara were huddled on the ghats so close to the river that he really had the perfect situation to get away with murder. As if sensing his thoughts, Megumi sighed, “You’re proving them right, you know.”

Sukuna had planned to spare Megumi but perhaps a little scare would do wonders on the kid. 

“Besides,” Nobara adds, “We’re Yuuji’s friends. We should be endorsing his slut era, not getting mad. What kind of a boyfriend are you?”

“The kind,” Sukuna grits out, “that gives no shits. I’m out. Get yourselves home you pack of stray delinquents.” 

As he walks away, Nobara yells out, “You’re like two years older than Maki!” 

“Yeah, two years on each of her ass hairs!” he yells back. 

(And no, he did not let the three of them get into his car and he certainly didn’t drop them all off at Maki’s place. He left their asses by the river, went home and silently contemplated his revenge). 

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His revenge comes to him at the ass crack of dawn and if he hightails it to the local flower shop and shoves a few bills onto the counter with a single request ( I need a bouquet that aggressively says fuck you)...well, he thinks he’s perfectly justified. And no, him having slept only 2 hours has nothing to do with anything

Sadly, the first flower shop employee has no clue what kind of bouquet that would be (the fuck! What kind of person works at a flower shop and doesn’t know flower language?! He leaves the shop while calling the guy a useless idiot and that maybe Sukuna should give him a fuck you bouquet), while the second refuses to make it for him, even after (or perhaps especially after) he threatens to burn the place down. Figuratively. He’d never actually do that but apparently the guy didn’t know and he’d hightailed it back to his car before the guy could untangle himself enough to call for help

It’s only after he’s driven around for about 2 hours that he finds some dingy old flower shop willing to give him what he wants. The owner looks like he’s at least 500 years old but he laughs at the request. 

“Youngsters these days, so full of passion. This for your girl?”

“More like a snotty nosed brat,” he grumbles, his fingers tapping against the counter.

The old man just nods, “It’s a nice gift.”

Sukuna grins, “Won’t know what hit him. Bet he’d be too stupid. Hey, add one that means stupid in there.”

The bouquet ends up being a horrifically colorful mess of reds, oranges, yellows, and purples. Sukuna thinks it’s loud, angry, and exactly what he needs. He leaves the old man a tip and pockets the pamphlet with the meaning of the flowers. 

“As long as it means he’s stupid and needs to fuck off, I don’t care what else is written on there.”

The old man just laughs.

When Sukuna comes home he’s not even surprised to see Yuuji in the living room with the three parasites from last night playing on the console they set up a few months ago.

Yuuji doesn’t turn to him, too busy racing but Sukuna can hear his smile when he says, “Sukuna, you’re back! Where’d you go so early?”

Yuuji’s voice sounds tired. He even tries to stifle a yawn and Sukuna frowns, “Why are you awake? And didn’t I leave you three to rot by the river last night?”

“That’s not what you said when you tucked us in last night,” Maki teases. “Even gave Megumi a goodnight kiss.”

Megumi makes a disgusted sound, “Did not.”

“We heard some weirdo tried to rob a flower shop,” Nobara snickers. “Figured that was our cue to come see the show.”

The screen flashes their ranks in the race and Yuuji stretches, leaning back against the couch and smiles, “Kiss.”

But Sukuna doesn’t lean over to grant Yuuji’s request. Instead, he shoves the bouquet onto his waiting lips (and face). He squawks and Sukuna laughs. A few lose their petals and fall into Yuuji’s hair. 

Yuuji grabs the bouquet properly and Sukuna gets a front row seat to Yuuji’s reactions. He goes from confusion to delight, his pallor replaced by a healthy red and the tiredness in his eyes flees for a moment. He smells the flowers and grins, “Someone woke up sweet today. What are these for exactly?”

Sukuna smirks, “Fuck you.”

Nobara stage sings, “F-E-E-L-I-N-Gs.”

(The bouquet ends up in the kitchen and Sukuna slips the pamphlet the old man gave him under the makeshift vase.)

notes for this fic: - the prompt is based on this tumblr post - rhapshie also mentioned: "Yuuji is confused why Sukuna gave him a buncha of flowers but he just ends up blushing furiously <333 can be AU :)" -i went the AU route and only have a vague idea of everyone's circumstances and ages. for example, i know sukuna is older than everyone and that megumi is the youngest but i'm not sure how much younger. he's like the younger brother/cousin that always tags along with his older relative and their friends. i also have a vague idea that yuuji is in his 20s. he went through 3 different occupations as i wrote this, haha -i wanted to focus on Sukuna so i made the fic from his POV. i also really wanted nobara and maki to interact with sukuna and that somehow turned him into a chihuahua and dad/older brother figure?? LOL -i was curious about the flowers and found that they all also?? mean positive things. tbh idk how flower language works but according to a very quick search, while the bouquet means fuck you, it can also 1) be an apology - carnations, 2) encourages someone who is facing a challenge - orange lilies, 3) help reduce stress and bring comfort- meadowsweet & geraniums, and 4) means protection- foxglove. sukuna knows this double meaning (he totally read the pamphlet)

[breitzbachbea]

💖🛒🎢

(And I wanna ask more, but this seems like enough for now.)

Ohhh, inch resting ones!

Fanfic Writer Emoji Asks

💖 What made you start writing?

Already answered here!

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

For obvious, be it very personal reasons, grief plays a major role in many of the things I write. Loss of a loved one, but also the mourning of chances not taken, of paths now seemingly blocked. (The latter has a lot of overlap though with me trying to not romanticize Organized Crime, so it's not just 'here is someone grieving for their past self and that is something normal we all go through', but 'Living this life will never make you happy and instead lock you into one of your potential worst selves').

I liked some good eating metaphors, even far before I knew what was going on metatextually, but now it's kicked into hyperdrive. Food, teeth, hunger, all those are things that often find their way into my writing, in minor ways.

I also love a good historical allusion, goddammit. To be fair, I don't know how many I've actually written into my writing, but I very often think about how I could represent characters with elements from myth or history. I adore a historical nickname, even if it is rather for the parent generation. Fernando's nickname being 'El Rey', and thusly Antonio at first being called 'El Principe', before the other senior Spanish mobsters realized he's pursueing a different style of business conduct and so he got stuck with 'El Conquistador'. Salvatore being known as 'Caesar' or 'Dionysius of Palermo'. Haunted houses, HUGE thing. The English office being a former Victorian era factory, Michele's house made to resemble a Roman villa, the O'Connel's house formerly being a house where in Industrial times, dozens of people lived in crammed conditions. Two of the Danish subordinates are directly based on two heroes from the medieval German epic 'Kudrun'. Dolcetto's cat is named Machiavelli and Lovino is the reason.

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

I can't judge this one on subject matter (Though I guess, as far as fucked up shit goes, La Sicilia dell'eterna notte gets disturbing very quick for something with less than 500 words). Therefore, I will go for the writing process. No Rest For The Wicked was written within a week, with no prior planning whatsoever and with a deadline for rarepairweek to meet. That was some topsy turvy shit. And the latter half of Italian Affairs, like the last third I guess, is a rollercoaster ride - both in its creation and within the actual text.

But the award has to go to The Amulet. I still have to have a call with Emi and iron out the last comments, before I print the 70 pages out and proofread them. And then I can finally, FINALLY upload them.

I started writing the first draft of the story on paper in January 2017. The idea of wanting to write something with my Greek and Turkish OCs had been ghosting around my head for a while. But I initially started writing because I was stuck on Italian Affairs and none of the characters would talk to me (e.g. everything I wrote in their voice sounded ooc), so I started writing something else to 'make them jealous'. Absolute pro tip btw, pivoting away from one story when you are stuck with another will do wonders for making you inspired for the first story again. Get out of that rut. Anyways, so I started writing that draft and then continued doing so when I had a free minute at school, until the story was done. I then typed up the draft and did a first round of revisions. I tried to find beta-readers for it, which also worked in 2019. But I still didn't publish it, because the beta never made it to the end. And then it sat and sat in my drafts, while I worked on other projects. My writing improved, my standards raised themselves. And I began to see why the story had always bugged me. I saw that I would have to scrap the whole thing and start from scratch, with extensive research and some soul-searching. And this is what I did - Before I was able to write part 3, I spent weeks hovering up information about the Turkish Republic and the 2014 election and so on. Only for it to vaguely matter for half a page in this 70 page epos. (But worth it, I love learning stuff). I eventually got dear Emi as a beta, who immensely helped to improve this text. Let's all hope that after 6 years of work, it'll finally see the light of day.

[smoosnoom]

Lately I've been having a hard time writing anything. I keep having ideas that I think are good then I sike myself out and go "Oh, someone else has probably already written that," which is weird, cause I'd read 500 fics of the same ship in the same coffeeshop!au and not even bat an eye. I don't care if I've read the same trope or setting or idea over and over (I like it, actually) but when I'm the one writing I feel like I have to do something totally unique and I think it's cause I'm worried of being compared to other better writers who just... write better (<- exhibit A) OR worse, accidentally plagiarize someone? Like without remembering that, oh I've already read this before this isn't an original thought at all?? But if it's an idea that hasn't been done before there's nothing to compare. Right. So. Therapy session over.

Do you ever worry about writing something that's already been written? Do you ever check AO3 tags to see if somethings been done before/too much/not enough, etc.? Or are you excited to write something that's been done and put your own spin on it?

Maybe I should do the complete opposite and find the most overpopulated tag and write that so it gets drowned in the others and then there's too many to compare! That's like.. can't beat 'em join 'em or smthin. Yeah.

UUUGH MOOON I knooooow all my ideas are unoriginal but so is everyone else's 1!! And everyone's basic and just wants to see two losers in love hold hands so I should just get over it !! Like I know this objectively but how do I make me feel it SUBJECTIVELY !!

idk, Moon. Today's just not that day u kno

ok . anon . i need u to look me in my eyes 👁👁 and please listen carefully to what im abt to say to u .

Everything Ever Has Already Been Written .

like every trope ever and every idea ever and every dynamic ever and every character ever and everything literally ever .

but uknow what hasnt been written ! these tropes ! by You !!!!!!

the way u write it is what makes it entirely unique . i absolutely worry about the things i write and if theyre even like . special in their way at all or if they even stand out in any possible manner but if u arent word-for-word copying something someone else has written, then yes !!! it will stand out !!!!! itll be something special and unique because its never been written the way u will !!!! that is literally it

so yea if u are worrying so much about the things ur writing and if theyve already been written then yes probably ! humans can only be so imaginative when it comes to tropes and stories but the way u write it and ur narration and turn of phrases and metaphors and adjective and dialogue have never been written the way u will, and thats what makes it good and great and amazing ! thats why people eat up the same au five hundred times !!!!! thats why people will eat up UR writing !!!!! ur going to do it in a way that just gets people going Oh my go d . u know what i mean ?

so yes i worry and i check and i feel absolutely terrible about it . but if i dont and i just feel great about writing Something at alll then it always turns out 1000% better because im not upset abt it ! readers can sometimes tell ur enthusiasm and passion being put into a work, and i think its best if u let it all go and write what ur heart is calling to . that by itself will make it all the special u need it to be

or dont idk im just . trying my best and sometimes it works out ! do what u want write what makes u proud eat what makes u full !!!!! and if u ever need someone to just . hit u with a hammer and let uknow that whatever ur writing is great and fantastic then I Am Here !

today has potential to get better ! tomorrow is on its way with a new beginning !!! u have me cheering u on !!!! 🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳 good luck !!!!!!!!!

[chrysolipsist]

fully activated endocannabinoid system stream of consciousness 8th of April 2023

your celebrity doppelganger is a "younger than you remember him" wilford brimley but with hipster glasses instead of the kind he wore.

What do you mean? I don't wear "hipster glasses".

Whatever you say, man. Whatever you say.

No, listen, do you look at me and see a hipster? Are you really trying to say that I, moi, am a hipster? Look at me. What about me is remotely hipster-like?

The fucking hair for one. No one has ever said you can't be a fat hipster. But that's what you are at heart. You're just self aware. So you don't tell people about that really obscure ablum you found which you think no one else knows about except that it's been sampled about 500 times. but you don't go and tell people about those because you know that would be the hipster sort of thing to do so you don't do it. Also you would totally grow a beard if you could grow one that didn't look like shit. It's not that you can't grow sufficient hair but the hair is ginger in color and looks like crap. It doesn't match the hair on your head and it looks horrible. As if you're some sort of chimera. But there's nothing that interesting about you, besides your genetic heritage and, maybe, your work, which you don't much talk about online because you value your anonymity. Anyway you could probably dye it to match your hair but you'd never maintain that. But all of this isn't really even worth talking about, because that description isn't even accurate. You look nothing like wilford brimely in the least. You have hair, for one, and you don't have the same shape of face at all, or even head for that matter. Hell, fucking wilford brimley was probably in better shape when he was making those diabetes commercials than you are right now. Why the fuck haven't you got diabetes? I'm surprised, honestly. It's a miracle of some kind, the way you carry on. Doing hardly anything at all physical for months and months, getting stoned and engorging your face with whatever happens to be laying around because it all tastes so fucking good right now man, really.

Are these thoughts intended to be written as a conversation because that's not quite right. Sometimes it ping-pongs back and forth between various extremes - or maybe bounces off two opposing sides, as it were, but there are many thoughts in there. Not only two streams in conversation. So we won't carry on like that, although we may return to it sometimes. Okay, that's enough meta-writing for now.

When you are high and you are into it, the choice is often one between doing something creative - "productive", especially writing because you think every little thought you have is profound. Although it's probably all garbage. But yes -- the choice between doing something creative, or perhaps sacred, and doing something base and profane. Because all the senses are heightened when you are floating in this level of green. The sense of taste, smell, sight, sound, and touch. And so it's nice to eat and drink and extremely nice to fuck, or failing to make that come to pass, masturbate. How will you spend this little plateau of highness? Or will you sit around and dither and not do either one of them, which is often how you are when you're in this state of mind. Or in any state of mind for that matter. Oh, leave me alone already. What more do you want, I'm writing, I'm writing. Okay let's kill that personality. he doesn't get any more lines in the log.

This is an interesting phase where you go when everything's really interesting. Like literally anything at all could be the discussion point and I would love to know more. Literally feed me information, stream me full of information, I am ready to go on the information superhighway baby. Streamline that fucking information right into my goddamn veins. Some fun facts. Some tidbits. Some trivia, some essential knowledge. Some lessons learned. Some trade secrets. Some insider info. Some redacted reports. Give me my Freedom of Information Request material post haste. Inject me full of all this knowledge all at once because it's immensely interesting to me. I could get into positively anything right now and it would be immensely interesting and I could simply not get enough information about it no way

Okay to make this interesting, I need some kind of stimulus in order to not fall into a self reflective spiral like the above.

engine earring

Holy shit, I keep forgetting it's Easter tomorrow. This was never a huge holiday for me. Even though I did the stuff like color eggs and get a basket with candy in it when I was a kid, I really didn't have a religious upbringing and the holiday never gave the same impression as Christmas, which had not only candy and other goodies but presents as well. Anyway I keep forgetting tomorrow is Easter. I got some steaks to cook on the grill. I didn't feel like having ham. I'm not really that into ham, it's OK about once a year, and I don't really care about doing the prescribed things on holidays anyway. I mean, I have done that enough my life. Isn't four decades of hams enough for you?

I'm in the phase where I don't know if what I'm saying makes sense to other people. In this state I am apt to write something and not know if it makes sense. I think I just replied to a post with something that makes rather little sense on review. Just something that sounded funny to me at the moment. I will log off of there for now.

You know what you can't find of? A picture of a young Wilford Brimley. He was old in appearance from the first time he showed up in any acting role. A while ago there was this whole thing comparing how Wilford looked at age 52 versus how Paul Rudd looks at the same age, with Wilford looking much older, and people asked, "in the past, did people look older?" to which someone answered "no, it was just because they were dressed in fashions that we now associate with old people" or some other such thing, which frankly is a completely bullshit answer, because images of both Wilford and Paul Rudd in similar modern clothes can easily be found. Clothes that don't belong to a particular era or can at least be made to look similar and Wilford STILL looks a lot older. You could take 'em both and give them the same haircut and the exact same clothes and Wilford would still look much older at the same age. Anyway, you can't find a picture of a young Wilford Brimley through an image search on the world wide web.

[kandicon]

Wellllll.... If you *do* happen to pick up beadwork again and take an interest in kandi specifically: here is a YouTube playlist of nearly 500 kandi tutorials that is an excellent resource.

(tho there are many more tutorials out there and tbh I'm considering making my own version so I can have a more updated resource to hand out that I'm not worried abt someone deleting randomly or smth)

I've never had much of an opportunity to venture beyond kandi and into other beadwork art forms, in one part because finding symmetrical seed beads and non-pony beads where I live is damn near impossible, and in the other part because the gas money + general prices for classes are currently out of my price range (I ���� capitalism). And that just isn't something I want to venture into until I can actually get to talk to ppl in person about and feel secure in being able to practice once I do learn a bit. Kandi was hard enough to learn the culture and style of when I was an internet literate teen, I def don't want to go thru an even bigger learning curve with art forms that have existed for hundreds to thousands more years than kandi and doesn't have half a billion articles written about etiquette and styles like kandi does either.

Sadly learning other beadwork art forms aren't that high on my priority list right now; instead more of something I've been dreaming about for years and will likely continue to dream about about for years to come. At least it's good to always have a bucket list to look forward to ig :33

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Okay so the story of the PLUR motto is a FUN one :D!!!!! First, this is what PLUR usually is said in reference to:

(image taken from freedomravewear.com | despite that being a shopping website it actually does have a bunch of good rave and kandi articles)

This is the handshake most people do to trade kandi, starting with the two fingers pressed together in the peace sign (peace), then a heart (love), then hands pressed flat together (unity), and only when hands are intertwined (respect) is kandi meant to be passed over. If you're at a festival it's a 99% chance this is gonna be followed, but if you're anywhere else it's only like a 50/50 chance that people are just gonna take the bracelets off their arm and hand it over. Personally I still like to include the handshake in all trades, even if my hand will break off the other person's after Respect is completed and I'll just hand the bracelet over.

BUT the PLUR handshake only came after kandi trading had been thoroughly established (pretty sure trading picked up traction in the 1970s, but frankly it is very hard to put a historical timeline on a culture steeped so thoroughly in illegal and unarchived behavior.) and the motto of PLUR has already been established.

There's hundreds of different stories for how the motto itself came about, but almost all of the variations only have a difference in who was there and who started it. The story itself is (nearly) always the same.

A bar, an abandoned warehouse, some for rent suburbia house people are actively squatting in--either way it's packed. And it's loud. Not loud as in, the edm is gonna leave a pounding headache tomorrow, but loud as in the cop callers couldn't be heard even if they had a megaphone and a person can barely hear their own swallows of the alcohol they're chugging.

Somewhere between being packed like sardines, being sloshed to all hell, and the inability to hear one's own thoughts, a fight breaks out. It starts small, naturally, and the reasoning has been lost to time, but it was most likely just due to people hitting each other while they tried to dance. The reasoning doesn't matter, because like any good party, the fight spreads fast. Soon enough, everyone who wants to fight is in the thick of it and sporting new bruises, and those who don't want to fight have joined in anyways or are getting unwillingly shoved against the walls in the midst of colliding ravers.

But it's really, really fucking important to remember that nearly all raves before, like, the 2010s at the earliest were illegal ventures. Djs came with their own equipment and propped themselves wherever they weren't supposed to, had a hell of a party, and disappeared before the cops could get their coffee the next morning. And this specific story happens somewhere in the 1980s-1990s.

Maybe it was someone banging into the DJ equipment, maybe it was approaching red and blue lights, maybe it was the fear of someone getting seriously injured and needing an ambulance- which would then blow the whole gig. Nevertheless, one person climbs onto the DJ booth, and the music stops short. They put their hands to their mouth and scream louder than everybody in the fight:

"If you don't all start showing some love, peace, unity, and respect right this instant, I'm gonna smash your motherfucking faces in!"

And thus, the phrase PLUR was born, from very not lovey dovey or peaceful origins. ✨

The phrase has had some adjustment over the years (for example: the order of the letters and the amount of letters it should have), but it stays mostly consistent. Kandi kids (<- general term for big kandi culture ppl, does not apply to only ppl under 18) and kandi ravers are quite typically known for being more pacifistic and rare to join fights at music festivals as such (at least at raves, everywhere else is off game and I have many a story of both myself and my other kandi friends delivering mean right hooks to assholes, which I will not be posting about in specifics publicly for obvious reasons). Those who don't abide by PLUR tend to leave the community out of their own volition, mostly because it'd be annoying as fuck for someone to hear about an ideology they don't abide by at literally every interaction they have with ppl who share their interests if they didn't also abide by that ideology.

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The hairstyle you're talking about looks cool!!!! I've had a few friends who used to wear beads in their braids, but most of them have grown out of it as we've gotten older. Sadly it's not a very common hairstyle where I live, which is a very white section of the US.

It sucks that it got banned for your elementary school, and I hope that kid ended up okay!! At least you can pick it up if it makes you happy without a school to dictate how you now. :3

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I want to kill capitalism for a great many reasons but it making it harder to spread the kandi around is def up there lol. For all that kandi is built around being cheap and easily accessible good quality materials are getting more expensive and harder to find. Like beads found on the ground or snatched off of dollar store racks are a vital part of kandi culture but nowadays dollar bin beads are so thin they wouldn't last someone breathing on them wrong, much less a few pits. And the overwhelming majority of kandi in my collection of things people have traded to me is made with either A) pure plastic cord because it's the easiest to find and is inexpensive or B) cord that has no stretch whatsoever and is liable to be broken during a PLUR handshake bc of that fact.

Plus, while there's an unending wealth of incredible tutorials and resources out there, it's unfortunately quite difficult to find out about kandi and get into the culture unless you're already aware of its existence. I've hosted a lot of workshops, get togethers to make kandi, and taught a lot of people how to make kandi in all the years I've been doing it, but never once have I ever seen or heard of an in person class. I'd love to organize one of my own someday, but considering the only venues around me would cost months worth of paychecks to host a single class and it wouldn't feel right to ask for money for something like that, such a dream will stay a dream for the foreseeable future.

And the best music festivals happen hours away to kandi is understandably not as popular bc edm is not as popular here.

Hi hello how do you soup?

How do I.... soup.

Well, I'm not a big soup person but I absolutely love rlly brothy soups and I like it more if the ingredients of the soup are more chunky as opposed to being cut really thin. Also, try as I might I cannot get myself to fall in love with soups that are served cold. I recognize this as the personal failing that it is.

Not sure if that is the proper answer, but what abt you? :D

[johnny-and-dora]

i’ll make the world safe and sound for you

jake has some important things to tell mac. (post 7x13)

read on ao3 -

Jake’s spent a lot of nights at the hospital over the years.

Eight years old, nursing a broken arm after Gina dared him to jump off the fire escape (she was the first to sign his cast). Drowsy on pain meds in Florida, recovering from a gunshot wound and a cruel six-month separation from his girlfriend. Most overnight visits have been an occupational hazard, a consequence of throwing himself headfirst into action without a second thought.

Jake doesn’t think he’d recognise that person now, the one who put being the hero and solving the case before anything else. He’s better off for it, knowing now that there is something so much better than flaming out in a blaze of spectacular glory.

Knowing the family he has found in the Nine-Nine. Knowing the life he’s built with Amy. And most recently, knowing the life he’ll be sharing with his newborn son. A whole other kind of spectacular.

This may be far from the first time he’s spent a night at the hospital, but never has he had a night like this one. Never has Jake felt this content, this overwhelmingly whole in his life. Never has his world shifted like this, changed forever at the piercing sound of his son’s first cries. Changed forever yet again the first time he held Mac in his arms.

Deep down he knows he should be resting, knows the adrenaline will wear off soon and that he’ll be pretty much useless for all of tomorrow. He knows that Amy would chide him if she wasn’t fast asleep beside him, something he’s very grateful for – she deserves all the rest she can get.

(She deserves a medal of valour, at least, for giving birth to the world’s most important baby in the precinct with no pain relief. He’ll see if Holt can pull a few strings.)

But Jake can’t bring himself to sleep just yet, knowing that his son is finally here and right beside him. He’s completely mesmerised by this kid, already addicted to marvelling at his chubby little cheeks and adorable round button nose.

Mac clearly can’t bring himself to sleep either, wiggling his little legs inside the blanket he’s swaddled in, and Jake’s heart trips, sparking a huge ridiculous grin. His tiny adorable little face scrunches a little in a way Jake instinctively knows means trouble, so he quickly shifts into Dad Mode.

“Hey there, buddy. It’s okay.” Slowly, he lifts Mac out of the bassinet and holds him close to his chest, bouncing a little awkwardly, but it seems to do the trick as his whimpers subside into the occasional peaceful snuffle. Jake breathes a sigh of relief, content that he’s officially eight hours into fatherhood and he hasn’t managed to screw anything major up yet. Mac seems more comfortable in his arms and it makes his heart swell with a pride he’s barely known before.

“Today’s been kind of a crazy day, huh? Think you’re gonna have to get used to those. Your mom and I tend to have a lot of them.” He glances at Amy, who is thankfully still completely conked out next to him, and the warmth in his chest envelops and encircles everything else. This family of his is magic.

“It’s okay though because we’re always going to come home to you. We love you so much.” His voice cracks a little as he cradles him gently, gently, because he’s holding his entire world, heart and in his hands, and that’s a lot to deal with at two in the morning.

“Y���know, I don’t think we’ve actually been properly introduced,” Jake says, exhaling a breathless little laugh at his own joke as he shakes Mac’s hand. “Hi, Mac. I’m your dad.”

He’s a dad now, and he’s going to be one for the rest of his life. He marvels at that as he gazes at his son, trying to memorise every adorable detail of his face. “Your mom let me choose your name – I hope you think it’s cool, because you were named after the coolest action hero of all time. I can’t wait to watch Die Hard with you, even though you’re gonna be way too little for it for a long while.”

It’s crazy how much time Jake’s already spent thinking about what Mac might be like when he’s older. His son has such a full exciting life ahead of him, and he’s just excited to be able to share all of his favourite things with him, like New York pizza and Star Wars and the best cop movie of all time.

“It’s okay, we’re gonna do lots of things in the meantime. Like play video games and build Legos and watch the Turtles and just hang out like we’re doing right now. And I’m always going to be there for you. Always. You’ll probably have to go to your mom for important life things and help with homework and stuff, because she’s super smart and I’m kind of a mess, but I’ll try my best.”

Mac gurgles a little at that, and it only just occurs to Jake that this conversation is more for him than it is for his son.

“You have absolutely no idea what I’m saying because you are a baby, and I respect that. But you are so loved, Mac. And I’m gonna tell you that and show you that every single day.”

He’s startled out of the moment by the sound of a phone camera shutter as Amy looks tearfully at them both. “Sorry, sorry. You guys are just too cute.”

“Make sure you get our good side.” Jake mumbles, pride washing over him as she laughs. He’ll never stop wanting to make Amy laugh. He absentmindedly hopes he’ll be able to make his son laugh, too.

Amy blearily snaps a few more photos and checks the time before shifting closer to them both, and he’s breathless again – she really is glowing in all her post-childbirth glory, though she’s always at least a bit glowy to him anyway.

It’s totally surreal, feeling his wife nestle into his shoulder as they both happily look at their son. It’s something he’s imagined for so long, yet infinitely more perfect now that it’s actually reality.

Jake yawns, and Amy briefly tears her eyes away from Mac to glance at him. “Have you been up all night? You should really try and sleep, Jake.”

“You need it more. And besides, I kinda can’t take my eyes off him. He’s perfect, Ames.”

“I know. He really is.” Her voice warbles with emotion and Jake knows what they’re both thinking – he was worth the wait, a million times over.

He carefully passes Mac over to Amy. After a revolving carousel of visitors earlier, it’s been a while since it was just the three of them, and an overwhelming sense of peace just washes over him watching his wife coo over their son.

His fears and doubts about fatherhood have not completely vanished – he’s still scared of making mistakes, of the responsibility he now has to the tiny amazing wonderful human currently cradled in his wife’s arms.

But all of the fear is muted now, pastel and pale in the early hours of the morning. It’s muted by the rise and fall of his son’s tiny chest. By the love alight in Amy’s eyes. By the way Holt had rested a hand on his shoulder and told him how proud he was. By his mom’s face as she’d held her grandson for the first time.

Mac’s penchant for a dramatic entrance doesn’t surprise him. What does is how much he already feels like a father, like he was made to protect this kid and will do absolutely anything to keep him and Amy safe. It’s not a feeling he’d be able to put into words after a restful eight hours of sleep, let alone now when he’s borderline delirious with joy.

So instead he presses a light kiss to the soft cotton hat on his forehead, delighting in the way Mac scrunches his nose exactly like Amy does. He’s never gonna get enough of this kid. And he’s certain, now more than ever, that this is the kind of precious love that only grows and grows.

[silkjade]

hello!!! i really enjoy reading ur writing~ like, from the wedding dates post it was love at first read hehe pls keep it up!!

n e wayz, i just got back from a medical operation (it was successful!!) and would it be alright to request some hcs of how diluc, childe, itto, thoma, and al-haitham (separately) would take care of an s/o who’s recovering post-op??? no pressure ofco ^-^

glad your op was successful, anon! ^^ wishing you a smooth and speedy recovery!

genshin men taking care of you after a medical operation

⤀ Featuring— diluc, childe, itto, thoma, al-haitham (written pre-release)

⤀ gn!reader, modern au, mentions of medication, use of pet names (babe)

DILUC

he’s taking as much time off as he possibly can to spend with you. if he really can’t be home atm, he’s got his whole team of staff behind him so you’re never alone

the first few days might be rough because of the pain so he tries his best to keep your mind off of it by telling you embarrassing stories of himself, kaeya, and jean from when they were kids

if you need to just vent, diluc’s a great listener; he listens to all your complaints without offering any solutions so go off!

he changes your bandages with the tenderest of touches and places a feather light kiss on top when he’s finished

he isn't really one for television, but will watch with you if you are; who knows he might even get just a teeny tiny bit invested in the reality show you're watching. he doesn't mean to but he'd make the funniest comments (underrated comedian)

but.... he would enjoy doing puzzles with you like a 500 piece puzzle because the 1,000 piece ones can get kind of messy

his driver takes you to all your follow-up appointments so that he can stay with you in the back himself

when you’re well enough, he takes you on short strolls through his vineyard, with your arm linked through his and your head resting on his shoulder. it’s ok you can lean on him, he’s strong

CHILDE

this man has a big family, he is well versed in the art of caretaking. and yet they still show up with a ton of homemade food, remedies, supplies, etc because you’re basically already one of them

he’s actually really strict on making sure you follow discharge instructions, like anything that strays off, it’s:

“sorry, not until we get the doctor’s approval at your next appointment”

childe keeps you up-to-date with all the new tech stuff, so you guys basically have a smart room. ‘alexa dim the lights’ ; ‘alexa turn on the tv’ etc. and he definitely has all the streaming services so you never run out of things to watch

if you’d rather play video games, he’ll let you win without making it super obvious

some oral medications can be a pain to swallow so he makes sure to give you lots of little kisses as a reward

on the more difficult nights, he’ll lay in bed next to you, propped on an elbow with his other hand playing with your hair. it’s very calming especially when he hums and softly sings you snezhnayan lullabies

100% will cook and clean and do the dishes, but doesn’t really want to leave you alone while he goes to the store, so he’s been instacarting almost all your groceries. don’t worry about the expenses though, it’s on him he says as he pulls out his work credit card (it’s actually on pantalone; he texts you that he’ll turn a blind eye to these charges so consider it your ‘get well soon’ gift)

ITTO

itto is very eager to take care of you since it’s usually the other way around; he’s so grateful you trust him in such a vulnerable state, he just wants to do his best and show you how much he loves and appreciates you

....so he definitely wrote to ms. hina for advice the moment you scheduled your operation

before he goes in to pick you up, he’s in the hospital parking lot giving his boys a speech like

“be extra careful around them and mind what you say alright?” you know this because shinobu recorded it and sent it to you

of course they volunteered to help out with daily errands so that their boss can focus on taking care of you

he brings you flowers when picking you up and a silly little ‘get well soon’ card that makes you laugh because it has a dumb pun

to show solidarity, if you're on a strict dietary plan... he's on a strict dietary plan

your comfort is super important to him so it is a no judgment zone here; maybe you feel weird about things like going to the bathroom or taking sponge baths, but itto is sure to completely reassure you there’s nothing to be embarrassed about

“nothing to be worried about babe, it’s all part of the process. I know what I signed up for”

THOMA

he decorates your home as a surprise! just a little something to brighten it up since you’re going to be stuck indoors for awhile

pampers you and treats you like royalty. once you arrive home, all the house chores are already done, your pillows are fluffed, need anything? he’s at your beck and call

makes the best homemade meals— delicious, nutritious, and follows any dietary guidelines

also has some ready in the fridge to heat up just incase you get hungry while he’s out running errands

definitely bought those little pill boxes that have the days of the week on them so you have all your meds organized already. he refills them for you weekly too

he's good at reading your moods, so he can easily tell whether you want his company or whether you want some space; he doesn't mind either way, whatever you need

thoma is an overall very upbeat person and keeps a positive mindset, however... sometimes it can get a little...too much? a little overwhelming? but! he understands how frustrating the recovery process can be so he takes it like a champ when you get a little snappy with him

AL-HAITHAM

he’s a nerd and a perfectionist, he read up on everything; your procedure, any medications, side effects, recovery, etc and still bombards the doctors and nurses with questions

honestly he is a little nervous since you’re in a delicate state and he doesn’t have a lot of experience as a caretaker

makes you take your medications at the exact hour you’re supposed to; every 12 hours? he’s hounding you at 8am and 8pm sharp

shhh he doesn’t know this but you accidentally caught him on the phone with an old acquaintance from liyue, scribbling down the recipe for an herbal nourishing soup

on your better days, he pampers you by not letting you skip your nightly skincare routine and even applies it for you

can be a bit of a mother hen which is a pretty stark contrast to his usual, more aloof personality. it’s a mental game you’re playing with yourself, counting the amount of times he peeps in to check on you

finally you call him over and he does the thing where he kneels by your bedside to hear what you have to say

“can you just…lay here with me for a bit…?”

and so he does and tells you about his research and projects until he realizes you’ve fallen asleep

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Winter: Secrets.

player: kepa arrizabalaga words: 932 request: kepa arrizabalaga  |  You  |  500 – 900  |   you're pregnant with your second child and you already told your first child but she has a bad reputation of keeping secrets but ends up keeping this one and kepa is skeptical everytime you guys whisper at each other and finally finds out on christmas with your daughter blurting it out the exact same moment he opens his gift

-

Christmas had always been special for you, and it was the time of year you were most looking forward to when the positive had shown up on the pregnancy test several years ago. You couldn’t wait to see their little face light up at the sight of the decorations and bring yours and Kepa’s traditions to life.

But this year was different. Sofia now understood who Santa was and school was building up to the Christmas festivities. Every week she was coming home with paper chains, paper snowflakes and snowman Christmas cards and what felt like the school’s supply of glitter that would always fall from the makes. She, like you, marked off each passing day and week with excitement, though hers was for a very different reason and yours would take much longer than just 4 weeks to get to your due date.

Sofia, who has never been able to keep a secret in her short life, has so far remained silent. She’ll hop from foot to foot until Kepa leaves the room and waits long enough to hear that he has gone downstairs before rushing over to you and whispers, “hello baby,” and gives your belly a small rub. There’s no bump there yet, not really. The swell was nothing more than a belly full of food but still smaller than if you had period bloat. But the two of you knew the difference and soon, so would Kepa.

-

Kepa kneels beneath the tree, surrounded by the presents that he sorts into piles for each person. Sofia, naturally, has the biggest pile, though he’s slightly confused by one present which is carefully wrapped with a label in Sofia’s writing that has B.A written on it. He saves his confusion for when you enter the lounge with the first caffeine drink of the day, Sofia rushing ahead of you with the black trash bag ready for you to take all the wrapping paper and clear it away.

“I couldn’t work out who this one was for?” He says over the sound of Sofia squealing with happiness at being able to finally start unwrapping, lifting the package which squeezes softly under his grasp.

“That one needs to be the last present to be opened.” you look away, turning your attention back to your daughter in the hope that you can keep your calm throughout this and that he doesn’t ask you anymore questions which may inevitably cause you to break the silence that Kepa doesn’t know you’re holding.

The two of you alternate between opening a present each while Sofia rips through hers with glee. You try to gather up as much of the paper as you can before she sends further flurries to the ground once more. Excited squeals of “THANK YOU!” fills the room as she hugs each of the toys and clothes and holds them at arm's length before moving onto the next quickly. Kepa and your collection of gifts are much smaller but far more meaningful and wanted.

He’s grinning at you as he speaks and you’re trying to take in his words but Sofi appearing excitedly beside the both of you with the last present held tightly in her hands distracts you.

“Last present!” she says, thrusting it at her daddy and grins before she begins dancing on the spot, unable to keep her excitement now the truth is so close to being out in the open.

“So, I’m B.A?” Kepa asks with amusement as he reaches out to take the present, once again feeling its squishy contents through the paper and wondering what it contains.

“No silly!” Sofia giggles, and the nerves that have been building the moment since the date turned to the 20th takes over. More so because you know she’s about to ruin the surprise before he’s able to open it. It’s too late, her lips are already forming the words and before you can stop her, she’s saying “that’s the baby!”

Kepa’s fingers pause, the wrapping paper now partially open as he looks between you both, waiting for the “only kidding” line to be verbalised but instead, he’s met with awkward silence. Your heart pounds against your ribs, the nausea that builds is for a reason other than morning sickness this time and your instinct to touch your stomach protectively tries to take over.

“Open it daddy! Look what we got the baby!”

Sofia, unable to wait any longer and Kepa was clearly taking too long, begins to rip into the gift until all that is left is a small babygrow and scan picture resting on top of it. The fingers which pick up the scan shake a little, his adam’s apple bobs as he swallows and you can hear the change in his breathing as he stares at the tiny window to your womb. “You’re pregnant?” He whispers, turning to look at you with a look you didn’t think you’d see again. Only this time, he knows what parenting enables and the difference that a small human can have upon your life and so this time, dare you say, it has more meaning.

“11 weeks.” You nod. “I wanted to tell you before now bu-” you’re cut off as he moves the announcement and closes the small gap between you both. One hand holds you lightly at the waist, the other cups the back of your neck and he kisses you gently.

“We’re having another baby,” he rushes his words out before placing another kiss on top of the last one.

“And I’m going to be a big sister!”

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Dark Paradise

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Pairing: dark!WandaNat x fem!reader

Summary: You meet the infamous Avengers on spring break with your best friend Peter, and two of them seem to adore you more than expected. Requested here by my lovely 🐞anon.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY!!! dark themes, manipulation, mind control, blackmailing, age gap (reader is 21), dubcon (saying this just to be safe because Wanda uses her powers for evil a lot here), smut: oral, fingering, penetration/sex toy use, voyeurism (kinda), edging, overstimulation (if I forgot something please let me know!)

A/N: hi this is 6k words, which is the longest single fic I’ve ever written/posted here haha. also the end is not technically the end, if you know what I mean. anyway this took forever to write so enjoy this super far from canon fic and please tell me what you thought!! (also if you’re on my taglist and you weren’t tagged it’s because your age wasn’t in your bio)

-

“Here, let me take that for you,” Peter offers when he notices you headed toward the car, and you hand your suitcase to him with a smile.

“Thanks, P.”

You close the car door behind you after getting in on the passenger side, instantly reaching for his phone resting on the dashboard once you were buckled in. The two of you had an unspoken rule that you controlled the music whenever you traveled together, so his library was filled with various playlists you’d created simply because you didn’t trust him not to listen to the same five songs for the rest of his life.

“This is different,” Peter comments as he gets in on the driver’s side and catches the opening notes to an upbeat song. “I thought you were going to go with something calmer to help you sleep, like you usually do.”

“Well, I’m not usually going to meet the Avengers, so I’m too nervous to sleep.” You turn to pout at him as he drives off. “Is it too late to cancel?”

“Don’t even think about it. If I show up without you, everyone will think you’re imaginary.”

“Do they think you can’t make any friends outside of Ned?” you question as you open a bottle of water. “Because they’re not wrong.”

“I can make friends!” Peter whines and a quiet snorting sound escapes you. 

“You can’t use me as an example.”

“Why not?”

“Because we’re not actually friends.”

He picks up on your teasing nature and rolls his eyes, causing you to laugh as you lean back and settle into your seat more. You had well over three hours to stress about spending a week with the world’s most popular superheroes, and you’d rather be comfortable while you do so.

-

“Wake up, we’re here!”

Your eyes fly open at the sound of Peter’s voice, and any of the nerves that left long enough to let you sleep made a U-turn and hit you again, full force. Sitting up straight in the seat, you practice breathing properly while stretching and taking a look around as he pulls into the garage.

“Are you okay?” Peter asks once he parks, placing a hand over yours as he meets your gaze and you smile.

“I’ll be fine, P. I’m not gonna miss out on hanging out with you just because your super family is super intimidating.”

“Good. Besides, it won’t even be that bad! I’m willing to bet $1 million that they’ll love you.”

“I appreciate your optimism,” you tell him as the two of you get out of the car. “But you’re going to regret that bet when I use your money to retire early in some faraway rural town.”

Peter carried both suitcases as you made your way to an elevator, and you jumped when you suddenly heard a male voice.

“Welcome, Mr. Parker and Ms. L/N.”

“What is that?” you questioned as you faced Peter with wide eyes and he chuckled. 

“You’re hearing Jarvis, Mr. Stark’s AI. Hey Jarvis, can you take us to the common room, please?”

“Right away, Mr. Parker.”

“This is so cool,” you comment as you look around the suddenly moving elevator. “How does it know my name?”

“Knowing everything is kind of its job, I guess.”

“Underoos!” a voice calls as soon as the doors open, quickly revealing itself to belong to Tony Stark as his gaze lands on you next. “So she is real.”

“I told you!” Peter defends as you step off the elevator together. “Mr. Stark, this is Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, kid,” Tony greets you with a shake of your hand. “I’m glad he found you. I was starting to worry that he’d build a robot to spend the rest of his life with.”

“I’m just his best friend, so it’s still possible.”

“Is this your friend, Peter?” Steve cuts off Peter’s response as he enters the room, moving to shake your hand next. “I’m Steve. Nice to meet you.”

“Okay, I’m going to show her to our rooms and then we’ll be back for dinner,” Peter tells everyone once you’d been introduced to Pepper, Bruce and Clint as well, and you’re about to head for the elevator again when someone interrupts.

“How about we take her down to her room instead?”

Your eyes widen as you watch none other than Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff enter the room hand in hand. Natasha’s hair seemed much longer than the last time she’d been in the public eye, but her all-knowing smirk was just the same and her green eyes were even more piercing in person. You noticed a bit of red glowing in Wanda’s eyes, which faded as she probably realized you’d seen, and you couldn’t help but wonder if that meant she hated you already.

“I know what you’re up to, Red.” Tony seemed accusatory as he pointed a finger at the pair. “You can’t bribe her into helping you cheat tonight.”

“Maybe I planned on giving her tips for surviving this testosterone filled tower.” 

Natasha steps forward and grabs your hand with her free one, and with a flick of her wrist, Wanda has your suitcase floating in front of you as they lead you into the elevator.

“Sorry to whisk you away like that,” Wanda apologizes as the doors close with her head tilted to see you past Natasha. “We’re just excited to meet a new woman here.”

“No, it’s okay!” you insist breathlessly, your nerves slowly returning as Natasha lightly squeezes your hand. “I’m actually really excited to meet the two of you.”

“You know who we are?”

“Well, I wouldn’t say that I know you personally, but I know that you’re one of the original team members.” You make eye contact briefly with Natasha before turning to Wanda. “And because the news stations somehow get ahold of everything, I know you joined after you helped everyone stop Ultron before he could create that indestructible body and destroy the world.”

“Yes, that’s true. Although I wish I could’ve saved my brother, too.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you lost him...or that you even had a brother.”

“It’s okay,” Wanda assures you with a smile as she lets go of Natasha, shifting to the other side of the elevator to grab your free hand. “I asked Fury to keep Pietro a secret because I didn’t want to see or hear any negative opinions from people that never even met him.”

“And we have plenty of time to get to know each other,” Natasha chimes in as the doors open to reveal a new setting. “This is our floor. We set up a spare bedroom here so we can spend time together away from the boys...when you’re not with Peter, of course.”

“Yeah, that’d be great!” 

They lead you past their living room and kitchen, and you shamelessly admire the simple decor with little personal touches spread about. Turning into a hallway, Natasha walks ahead of you and Wanda to open a door to a bedroom.

“What do you think?” she asks with a smile that widens upon seeing your expression. “I’m guessing it’s good, then.”

“It’s perfect!” you cry out as you walk past to enter the room, immediately noticing the eggshell colored walls trimmed with your favorite color along the borders. “Wow, this is four times the size of a normal bedroom. Wait a minute.”

“Do you like it?” Wanda asks when she sees you pick up the glass figurine on the nightstand. “Peter mentioned your love of this animal and I have a whole collection of them from different places.”

“Like it? I love it! I have the same one in my dorm room!”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I can get you a different one.” She steps forward as she brings your suitcase to the floor beside the bed and you hug the small object close to your chest. 

“Like I said, it’s perfect,” you assure her with a grin, which brings one to her own face.

“Well, I’m glad you’re happy with the set up. When you’re ready to head up to dinner, we’ll be waiting by the elevator. Also, if you ever need anything, our room is right across the hall.”

Natasha points to the closed door a few feet away, and you acknowledge her statement with a nod before they leave the room, closing your door nearly all the way behind them. You flop down on the bed with a dreamy sigh as you gaze up at the ceiling with a night sky painted on it.

“I don’t think I’ll ever want to leave this place.”

-

On the elevator ride up to join everyone for dinner, Natasha and Wanda take turns asking you questions about your classes and any friends you’d made, what you liked to do when you weren’t studying. You had to admit that the level of interest they had with you was shocking but flattering, especially when they insisted you sit between them at the table to continue your conversation.

“You don’t seem to be nervous anymore,” Peter acknowledges as you sit down, and Wanda faces you immediately.

“Were you nervous about meeting us?”

“Well, yeah,” you answer timidly, avoiding catching anyone’s curious glances by directing a glare toward Peter. “You might be normal people in here, but to the rest of the world, you’re portrayed as powerful and untouchable beings.”

“Maybe when they’re not talking about how much damage we’ve caused,” Bruce mumbles under his breath as the elevator doors opened again. 

“I’m here, I’m here!” a voice calls as footsteps hurry toward the dining area, and Sam Wilson is revealed as he rounds the corner. “Sorry, I’m late. I was--”

“On a date, we know. You only told us that 500 times.”

“Don’t be jealous, old man. You’re married.” Sam grins at Clint as he sits next to him before his attention turns to you. “Do we have a newbie?”

“No, Mr. Wilson. This is my best friend, Y/N.”

“Call me Sam, kid.” He smiles at you as he goes for his silverware, and you’re just about to acknowledge him when his expression suddenly turns serious. “I’m sorry. You’re not a kid. You’re an independent and capable adult, and I should address you as such.”

“What the hell was that?”

“I don’t know.” Sam clears his throat and shakes his head as if he was clearing his mind. “I just suddenly felt the need to correct myself…You have any powers we should know about, Y/N?”

“No!” you quickly respond with widened eyes. “I wasn’t going to say anything, actually. I’m pretty used to older people calling me kid by now.”

From your left side, Natasha asks Clint to recall an embarrassing tale for you and the table livens up again, but you can’t seem to move past the unsettling way Sam shifted gears from calm and casual to uptight and disciplined. The image stayed with you through the rest of dinner even after he seemed to fully recover, until dishes were cleared away and replaced with games, and you suddenly had a lot more to focus on.

“I just don’t think it’s fair that he gets to be on your team again when I haven’t had him once.”

“Is anything fair with the guy who could use his personalized AI to cheat for him?”

“Could I do that? Yes. But have I done that? Maybe.”

“Wanna grab some fresh air with us?” Natasha suddenly asks you, causing you to frown.

“Aren’t we about to play another game?”

“It’ll take them another half hour before they finally decide something,” Wanda assures you as her fingers thread through yours gently. “We have plenty of time, and they won’t even notice we’re gone.”

They lead you by the hand to the elevator once more, going up a few floors before leading you out onto a balcony. Because you were so much higher than most of the surrounding buildings, there was an incredible view of the sun that was probably minutes away from disappearing to the other side of the world. The air is chillier than when you’d arrived, but you had to admit that standing in the cool breeze is worth a few goosebumps on your skin. Your hands are released as you reach a bench near the ledge, and you climb over it to sit as the other two women settle on either side of you.

“Why did Peter decide to share his secret with you?”

“Technically he didn’t,” you recall with a laugh. “He’d gone out to deal with something that activated his spider sense or whatever and I came to his dorm room to sleep after an exam because I was too tired to walk all the way to my place. Anyway, I walk in at the same time he’s coming back in through the window, and I swear we both sat there for a full two minutes before either of us could think of anything to say.”

“It’s still very nice of you to keep such a big secret for him,” Natasha praises, and your laughter quiets down as you take in her words.

“I guess I just know what it feels like to not want your life to change drastically because of one thing.” Your gaze shifts between the women for a moment. “That reminds me, I wanted to ask--”

“Wait, look at this!” Wanda quickly cuts you off with an enthusiastic grin. “You’re about to witness one of my favorite things about living here.”

She directs you to lean over and look at the streets as the sun finally disappears over the horizon, and you can’t help the small gasp that escapes you. Street lights begin turning on at what seems to be the center of the city and quickly spreading, increasing the radius of well-lit neighborhoods by the second. It was a mesmerizing sight that--until every lamp was on--nearly made you forget the question you were building toward.

“That was so cool!” you express honestly before clearing your throat awkwardly. “So I wanted to ask if the two of you were dating...or in a relationship or whatever. I mean, I don’t want to assume anything of course, just wondering because you share a room and floor, and you seem to be really into holding hands.”

“Well, I’d never really been into holding hands or a lot of other forms of affection before I met Wanda, but she seemed to flip some switch inside of me.” Natasha admitted with a bashful chuckle as she glanced at Wanda before turning to study you. “And your hands are so perfect to hold.”

“To answer your question, we are together.” Wanda rests a hand on your thigh and casts a sweet smile in your direction when you face her again. “Natasha was the first to give me a chance after everything with Ultron, and initially I thought I was just feeling grateful to receive some type of positive attention from someone other than Pietro. It wasn’t until Tash called me out on staring at her lips that I realized I wanted more than friendship.”

“The only reason I did was to confirm she was feeling the same things I’d finally come to terms with myself.” Natasha chuckles as Wanda sends over a bit of red mist to squeeze her own thigh. “What about you, love?”

“What about me?”

“Do you think you’re feeling more than friendship for Peter?”

“Oh no,” you quickly denied with a chuckle. “He’s the perfect example of a great boyfriend, but not my boyfriend. Plus I’d rather not have the same experience as MJ did.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know, the ‘close friends to a relationship that ends with each person pretending the other doesn’t exist’ experience. I’d rather not.”

“Yeah, that does sound messy,” Natasha sighs as she subtly rests her hand on your other thigh. “So you’re not looking for a great boyfriend. What are you looking for then?”

“Nothing really, at least until I finish school, but having a girlfriend would be nice. I’d like to be with someone that respects me and can take care of themselves when I’m not around, because I tried the ‘caring for someone’ thing and it sucks when they don’t put in the same effort that you do.”

“Maybe you should try someone older, more mature,” Natasha suggests as she shifts to squeeze your knee lightly, and you start to feel a bit nervous about where she’s going with this. “Maybe two people that already have their shit together and would go to the ends of the earth to please you.”

“Okay, um…” You push both of their hands away with a bit of difficulty. “You both seem great and you’re incredibly attractive, but I’m not really interested.”

“Don’t worry about it, detka.” Natasha pushes your shoulder down as you try to get up, and Wanda cups your cheek with her hand.

“You may not be interested now…” She stands with Natasha and leans in to kiss your forehead, letting her lips linger on your skin as she continues. “But you will be.”

She pulls away and winks before lacing her fingers through Natasha’s as they leave the balcony, and you gasp in air as the tension they’d built seems to exit behind them. You finally decide to head back once you’ve taken a few minutes to catch your breath and calm your shaking limbs, but you wonder how long the calm will truly last.

-

You found yourself waking up suddenly and practically flying into a sitting position as if someone had pulled you up, but luckily the room is empty. You sit for a moment to catch your breath and survey your surroundings to assure you’re truly alone, and you notice your door is cracked right before you hear an unidentifiable sound.

“Fuck.”

Despite every fiber of your being screaming at you as one would do to a character in a horror film, you decide to climb out of bed to investigate what you were hearing, justifying your actions with the excuse of seeing if your floor-mates were in danger, as if you could save them. A few seconds after opening your door fully and peeking out made you realize that they were more than okay.

“Fuck! Right there, please don’t stop.”

“Such a dirty mouth, malyshka.”

You’re quick to return the door to its cracked position, leaning against the nearby wall with wide eyes as you attempt to process the image across the hall. The bedroom door sits wide open, giving you the chance to examine every inch of bare skin of the two women spread across the bed, Wanda resting on her arched back with her hands in Natasha’s red hair buried between her legs. Her moans seem to raise in volume, pitch and frequency as she’s brought closer and closer to the edge, and you ignore the warm feeling in your lower abdomen as you hurry back to bed and throw a pillow over your exposed ear.

-

“Good morning.”

Your free hand quickly shoots upward to catch your water glass as it slipped through your fingers in your moment of shock, and you try not to make a deal of hearing two sets of footsteps headed toward the kitchen.

“How’d you sleep last night? I know how scary it can be to rest your eyes in a new place.”

“I think I did pretty well,” you answer quietly as you step away from the fridge and lean against a section of the counter that faces out into the rest of the room. “The bed’s really nice.”

“You’re lying,” Wanda accuses as she crosses the room, eyes turning red and hands lifting toward your face.

“What are you--”

“Couldn’t sleep because of us, right?” She chuckles when you go limp under her touch, and Natasha ducks between the two of you to save your glass for the second time. “Did you enjoy hearing us that much?”

“You did sound really good,” you tell her with a drowsy smile as she pins you against the counter to keep you from falling.

“I bet you wish you were in my place, don’t you?” Her tone is light and teasing at first, becoming a bit stern as she shifts to push her thigh between your legs and you instantly roll your hips against the pressure. “Or maybe you want to taste me while Natasha fucks you?”

“No.”

“No?!” she fires back immediately, leaving a red mist around your temples as she grabs your waist with both hands to keep you grinding against her. “You mean you don’t want to cum right now?”

“Well, now that you mention it…”

A breathy moan escapes you as your eyes flutter closed, and if your head wasn’t being forcefully held in place, it would’ve tipped backward. You feel what must be Natasha’s fingertips grazing along your jaw and tracing a line down the side of your neck and toward your shoulder, repeating the gentle motion as goosebumps appeared all over the exposed skin.

“Is everyone decent?”

The fog behind your eyes seems to clear in seconds, and you blink in confusion when you open your eyes to see Natasha and Wanda making coffee nearby. You try to recall even coming into the kitchen, but everything from the moment you stepped into the bathroom to get ready is a blur, so you shake your head and reach for your glass of water on the counter as Natasha responds.

“Come in, Peter.”

“Morning, everyone,” Peter greets cheerfully as he enters the kitchen, his grin falling when his eyes land on you. “Are you okay?”

You open your mouth with the full intention of telling him that you are not okay, not when you were missing at least an hour of memory, and bits of last night were slipping away from you too. But before you could speak, a cold feeling seems to pass through the back of your skull to slip into your brain, and a switch flips.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” you respond with a chuckle. “You worry too much, spiderling.”

“The world’s a stressful place,” he grumbles when you playfully ruffle his hair. “Anyway, are you ready to go soon?”

“Where are you headed?” Natasha quickly asks with a frown. “Y/N hasn’t even had breakfast yet.”

“We’re meeting Aunt May, so we’ll eat with her.”

“I just have to grab my bag,” you explain before heading down the hall to your temporary room, feeling the chilly sensation leaving you as you get further away from the kitchen, and it thankfully doesn’t return when you head back. “Ready.”

“Have fun!” Natasha calls as Peter heads for the elevator again, quickly grabbing your wrist once he’s out of sight. “See you tonight, printsessa.”

Her hand quickly shifts to grip the back of your neck as she leans in to kiss your cheek, and the two women are wearing sweet smiles as you turn away from them to catch up with Peter, attempting to shake the shell-shocked expression from your features.

“You sure you’re good?”

“I’m fine,” you insist as the doors close, in hopes that you really would be fine.

-

Meeting Peter’s aunt was much more of a pleasant experience than you expected, and it was obvious she adored you by the way she spoke to you, although part of you felt she was just happy Peter had more people around to love him. Your day was cut a bit short when MJ unexpectedly approached Peter, requesting to talk to him, and Aunt May offered to drive you back to the tower so you both could escape that awkward mess of a conversation.

“It was so great to meet you today,” you tell her with a grin as you take off your seatbelt.

“Likewise, honey. You have my number so just call me if you ever need anything, okay?”

She pulls you into a hug over the middle console and you thank her again for the ride as you get out of the car, trying not to seem too nervous when you notice Natasha and Wanda standing in the lobby. Your plan was to walk past them without speaking, but you should’ve known that wouldn’t work.

“Why was she hugging you?” Natasha asks coldly as you enter the building and you sigh.

“She was just saying goodbye--wait. Why am I explaining myself to you?”

You keep walking until they’re no longer in your peripheral, stopping abruptly as a red mist surrounds your legs, and your eye-rolling is cut short when Wanda appears in front of you and grabs your chin harshly.

“If Tash asks you a question, you answer.”

“Without attitude,” Natasha adds, which makes you want to roll your eyes again.

“Sorry, I didn’t get the rules handbook when I arrived. Can I go now?”

“You know what?” Wanda cuts off Natasha’s angry response with a smirk. “You can go.”

The red mist surrounding you disappeared, and despite the suspicious feeling that washed over you, you continued on toward the elevator with your head held high. You refused to let them get to you.

-

It was subtle at first. A slight tingling between your legs that you couldn’t seem to get rid of. In the very beginning, you were worried that something was wrong until you realized where the feeling was coming from when it turned into slow circles around your clit as you caught up with Peter in his room. By dinner, there was the added sensation of fingers curling inside you at a steady pace, and you hoped no one would notice your hips slightly bucking under the table as you attempted to repeatedly chase a release that never came.

A movie follows dinner today, and you make sure to cover yourself with a large blanket because you were still being edged and you couldn’t stop moving at this point. You even try to slide your hand into your sweatpants to finish the job yourself, and your jaw clenches in anger every time your fingers lock up because you know who’s responsible.

“Okay, you win!” you announce as you walk into the kitchen on Natasha and Wanda’s private floor, not missing the look shared between the two women. “I’m sorry I was rude earlier. Can you please just stop teasing me?”

“How about we help you finish instead?”

You should decline. You should just say ‘no’ because letting them finish you off tonight will turn into an attachment that you know you don’t want, nor are you ready for. Inviting them in will be equivalent to selling your soul, and you’re not sure you want to put a price on it. But the ache below your stomach is persistent, and if they won’t let you touch yourself, someone has to do it.

“Fine.”

“Don’t be so grumpy about it,” Wanda teases as she grabs your hand and starts leading you toward their bedroom. “I promise you won’t regret it.”

She pushes you back onto the surprisingly large bed as soon as you’re close enough, instructing you to take off your shirt and bra while she watches. Once your top half is completely exposed, she leans forward to run her hands from your shoulders down toward your nipples, circling them with her thumbs until they harden.

“I don’t like being teased.”

“Oh, you don’t?” she asks in a mocking tone as she reaches for the band of your sweatpants and pulls them down, placing her palm over the wet spot in your panties. “Then what’s this?”

“Please,” you beg through a quiet moan, bucking your hips again when she presses her thumb against your clit through the fabric. “Please just fuck me already.”

“Patience, detka.”

You watch with wide eyes as Natasha and Wanda both strip away their own sweatpants, revealing the toys tied to their legs. Natasha goes to untie hers while Wanda uses her powers to rip away your ruined panties in one fluid motion.

“There she is.”

Natasha puts her hand on Wanda’s back and forces her to bend over, and you bite your lip as her eyes flutter closed and mouth falls open while Natasha thrusts into her. You’re just about to grab Wanda’s hand to lead her where you want, when her eyes open suddenly with a glowing red surrounding her pupils, and your wrists are bound together over your head by an invisible force.

“Did you forget who’s in charge here?”

“Don’t get too cocky, malyshka,” Natasha reminds her as she grabs a fistful of her hair and slams into her, causing Wanda to moan and giggle at the same time.

“My apologies, Tash.”

You couldn’t help your sigh of relief as Wanda finally slid two fingers inside of you, her thrusts deepening each time as Natasha fucked her toward you with her hands on her hips. The sounds coming from your mouth and between your legs were embarrassingly loud, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care as she brought you closer and closer to the edge, until a loud whine escaped you as she removed her fingers and delivered a slap to your glistening folds.

“Tell me who this belongs to,” she orders through her own moans, holding you down when you begin grinding into her hand. “I’m gonna cum regardless of what you do, so you’d better answer. Be a good girl like I know you can.”

“Yours!” you cry out finally, sighing when Natasha leans into your line of sight with a brow raised. “It’s yours and Natasha’s.”

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

She slips back into you without warning, and your back arches off the bed as she finally brings you to orgasm. She continues to thrust into you as you whine and squirm away, luckily slowing down and finally stopping as Natasha makes her cum a minute later, leaving the strap inside of her as they both catch their breath. Wanda pulls out of you and sits up to lean against her, holding her hand up between them as they both clean your cum off her fingers with their tongues, and you sit there clenching around nothing as you watch.

“You seem tired,” Natasha comments as her eyes land on you again.

“Too bad we’re not done.”

Wanda flips you onto your stomach with a quick motion of her fingers, using her hands to pull you by the waist until you’re on your knees at the edge of the bed, and she holds one side of your waist as she delivers a slap to your ass this time. Her touch lingers as she pulls away to free her own strap, and you nearly fall over when you feel the tip of the toy rub against your clit.

“Wait, let me fuck her this time.”

You hear their soft laughter as they switch places, sharing a kiss in the process, and you gasp when a hand wraps around your neck and pulls you up against Natasha’s chest.

“I like having you this close to me, printsessa,” she whispers in your ear, chuckling when you melt against her as she pushes the tip of her strap into you. “How many times do you think I can get you to cum?”

Her grip on your throat is loose as she allows you to adjust to the size, tightening suddenly when she slams into you once, twice, until every thrust is at a rough pace that you wouldn’t be able to handle if she wasn’t holding you against her by the waist. You feel that same tingling circling your clit again, occasionally traveling upward to tease your nipples as well, and it wasn’t long before you were releasing a strangled scream as you climaxed.

Natasha eventually stops thrusting into you as your legs shake, and you breathe out another sigh of relief when she allows you to fall onto the mattress. However, the relief is short-lived when you realize that she only paused to let Wanda push into her from behind, and it wasn’t long before the two of them found a rhythm that was pleasing them and ruining you.

Your wrists are freed as Natasha pulls out of you some minutes later, and you collapse onto one side of the bed with your body aching a bit from a third orgasm, your eyes only halfway open as you watch the pair. They remove the straps from their waists and set them aside, and you become a bit more alert when you notice Natasha grab what seems to be a double-ended dildo.

“No more. I can’t,” you mumble tiredly as your wrists are bound by Wanda’s power again.

“One more, and you can,” she tells you as she flops onto the bed beside you, and that red mist surrounds her fingers again as she guides you onto your knees to hover above her face. “You wanted to cum, so you don’t get to run from this.”

Her hands grab your waist and pull you closer, and you release a shuddering moan as her tongue runs past your hole and over your clit, teasing it a few times with the tip of her tongue before diving in to wrap her lips around it. She alternates between sucking your clit and slipping inside you as Natasha climbs on the bed behind you to position herself with the new toy. 

“Fuck,” Wanda attempts to say once Natasha begins thrusting, and you fall forward as the vibration of her moans become too much, whining when Natasha slides her hands over your breasts and pulls you back up again.

“Take it all like a good girl.”

She keeps pulling until your head drops against her, and she moans against your neck while she kisses and sucks on your skin, bouncing faster on Wanda who groans loudly in response as she attempts to match each thrust. The hums of her voice has you grinding against her tongue, and you yelp when Natasha bites down just as Wanda brings you over the edge. She keeps going despite your protests, managing to get you to cum once more before they finally do.

You lie there with your bones feeling like jelly as you’re covered with a blanket minutes after everyone’s bathroom trip, too tired to even fight for sleeping in your own bed as Natasha and Wanda slide in on either side of you.

“You did so well tonight, detka,” Wanda praises as she strokes your cheek with a loving stare. “I can tell you’ll be a great addition to our relationship. I knew it from the moment I saw you.”

“I’m not doing this again,” you insist as the smile fades from her expression. “I’m not getting in a relationship with two women that don’t take ‘no’ for an answer, and I’d prefer sleeping in my own bed.”

“You’re already in a relationship with us, printsessa,” Natasha growls as she shoves you back down when you try to get up, and you push her hand away.

“There’s nothing you can say that’ll make me want to be with you.”

“It’s not about what you want to do. It’s about what you have to do.” She grabs your phone from the nightstand, and you’re somehow not even surprised when she unlocks it on the first try. “Because it’d be a shame if someone was to tell Peter about all the nudes you have of him.”

You snatch the phone from her grip, eyes widening as you scroll through your camera roll, finding naked pictures of Peter scattered throughout it. You check the date on the oldest one and began to feel nauseous when you saw it was taken not even a month after the two of you met.

“Don’t think you’ll be deleting those either, because we can replace them and make things worse.” Her smile was falsely sweet and troubling as she grabbed your chin to force you to make eye contact. “We’ve gone this long without having you, and we’ll do whatever it takes not to lose you.”

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