#apologies if im wrong in some of these areas

[spidermansballs]

ok so yk how felicias hair is purple and vi and jinxs hair is pink and blue, and their father seems to have brown hair. well colored hair seems to be one of the dominant traits of their haircolor pool, and as all haircolor is, this is a polygenic gene pool. now felicia seems to have a codominant gene with one allele for pink and one allele for blue, like this:

like a wildflower.

this:

would be the chart for vi and jinx's genes, PB being felicia (pink and blue) and BrBr being their father (brown, which is still a dominant trait, but yields to these other colors). when you chart it the genes exhibit that pink is dominant over brown and blue is dominant over brown, (and it doesnt matter what the fathers genes were, as in if he was carrying a recessive gene, it would still get overpowered by pink/blue)

there was always a 50% chance their child would have blue hair and a 50% chance their child would have pink hair

so clearly felicia has dominant traits, as hers are easily seen within both her daughters, although we dont see much of their father (like one drawing) and their physical appearances are very influenced by their environments (as we see in the happy au, with powder's skin being much healthier and not as sickly as jinx's)

this is also shown in the kirammans as caitlyn and her father both have dark blue hair and her mother has brown, greying hair, blue is either dominant or her mother carries a recessive blue allele.

i would be able to provide more examples but we dont see many peoples parents in this show. it is curious how "colored" hair (at least pink and blue) must be dominant even though there are less people with these traits, like straight hair vs curly hair, curly is dominant but not as common.

honestly the arcane genes are extremely fascinating and if i knew more that would be fabulous

[ssorenz]

everybody knows that im a good girl officers!

pairing: . ݁₊ ⊹ .: sukuna ryomen n’ toji fushiguro

synopsis : . ݁₊ ⊹ baking gone wrong! (or maybe right in your case?)

contains: sexual content MDNI, spanking, degradation, full nelson position, double penetration, blah blah blaaaah.. wc: im honestly not even sure

header from: . ݁₊ ⊹: lady k and the sick man

a/n :BABE WAKE UP, DSIIRES FINALLY POSTED ����️‼️ but all jokes aside, hii loveliess im back 😊!! i decided to finally post something, and since this was sitting in my drafts, why not post it? i do admit the ending is kind of rushed, so please forgive me🙇🏽‍♀️ but i hope you all enjoy, comments and requests are gladly appreciated! <3

sweet, sugary, scents of vanilla and cinnamon danced throughout the air as sunlight streamed in through your lace curtains, casting warm, golden hues upon your kitchen countertops.

baking flour dusted your cheeks as a determined glint shined in your eyes, precisely measuring the ingredients for the cake you were baking. it was your best friends birthday, after all. what better way to surprise her than with a home-baked cake?

once the cake pans were safely in the oven, you let out a sigh of relief. this morning had been dedicated to baking, and you were longing for a moment of relaxation. retrieving your cellphone, you settled onto the couch, letting your mind wander as you scrolled away through the screen to pass the time for a few minutes.

but minutes turned into moments, and the once familiar, sweet aroma began to fade away. a faint whiff of something burning wafted into your nose, snapping you out of your current reverie.

panicked, you rushed to the oven, heart pounding in your chest. smoke billowed from the oven, tendrils curling ominously towards the ceiling.

with a gasp, you yanked open the oven door, greeted by a charred mess where your sweets once stood. panicking, you frantically reached for your phone and dialed the fire department.

standing anxiously outside your house, you clutched her phone tightly, desperately awaiting for the distant sound of sirens to signal the arrival of the fire department.

soon enough, the welcoming wail of an approaching engine filled your ears—and within moments, the fire truck came to a brief halt in front of your home. two firefighters emerged from the truck, and as they stepped onto the pavement, their imposing figures caught your attention.

the first firefighter, with a rugged build and striking pinkish hair, exuded confidence as he surveyed the scene. beside him, stood his colleague, tall and commanding with dark black hair, his presence radiating confidence as well as cockiness.

the males strode up to you, their boots echoing against the pavement. the salmon-haired one with distinct facial tattoos— who’s badge read S. RYŌMEN, glared at you with annoyance while his counterpart surveyed the area.

"alright, what's the deal here? we got a call about some sorta emergency, but I'm not seeing any flames. don't tell me we rushed over here for nothin’.” he spoke, his deep voice carrying an air of authority.

the raven-haired officer's— who’s badge read T. FUSHIGURŌ—eyebrows knitted together, his deep, husky, voice tinged with irritation. "are we being pranked here, girl?" he questioned snarkily, his skepticism evident as he glanced around the seemingly ordinary surroundings. however, as you apologized and ushered them inside, their expressions softened slightly, replaced by a mix of curiosity and concern.

as they stepped into the kitchen— their boots leaving faint imprints on the linoleum floor— a wave of smoke greeted them, swirling lazily in the air. the acrid smell of burnt pastries hung heavy, creating an uncomfortable atmosphere in the room. ryōmen coughed lightly, his hand instinctively reaching for the collar of his uniform to cover his nose.

fushigurō sighed heavily as his gaze fixed on the charred remnants of what was once a baking sheet. "well, would you look at that? someone tried playing chef but ended up setting the kitchen on fire," the black-haired officer he muttered, his annoyance palpable in the air as he casually observed the smoke-filled chaos before him.

“i'm so sorry for the false alarm," you apologized, your voice filled with genuine remorse. "I was trying to bake a cake and—well—things got a bit…out of hand…”

the pair exchanged glances, then moved swiftly, their practiced efficiency a stark contrast to the mess you had inadvertently created. they quickly ventilated the room, opening windows and turning on fans to dispel the lingering smoke. as they moved, they checked for any remaining embers or hotspots, ensuring that the fire was completely out and that there was no risk of it reigniting.

as the firefighters continued their work, you couldnt help but stare. their tall, bulked figures were much larger compared to your own. the way you could hear their subtle grunts as they finished up their job…

lets just say, your mind definitely started to wander elsewhere..

ryōmen kneeled down and inspected the oven, his brow furrowing deeper. "looks like yer’ cake batter overflowed and caught fire," he remarked, his voice tinged with frustration. "next time, keep an eye on the oven temperature."

yet of course, you werent paying him any attention listening, too deep in the wet daydream that was playing idly in your mind. the pink-haired officer stood up and cleared his throat, “miss?”

you jumped, his voice snapping you out of the “daydream” you were having. you nodded vigorously, feeling the heat of embarrassment flush your cheeks. "i will—i promise. thank you both so much for coming so quickly."

you hurried to your cupboard to get them some water. rummaging through your cabinets, you managed to find a couple of clean glasses, and filled them with cool water from the tap. when you returned, they were just finishing up, their equipment neatly packed away.

"here," you said, offering the glasses. "please, have some water. it's the least i can do."

fushigurō took a glass with a nod of thanks, while his partner accepted the other with a grin. "thanks," he said, "surprised ya’ didnt burn the water this time…”

you couldn't help but chuckle softly, the tension of the situation easing slightly with the joke. "i try my best," you replied, a small smile playing on your lips. "but m’ really sorry for the trouble. is there any way i can make it up to you both?"you offered, hoping to ease the tension in the room and show your gratitude for their prompt response.

ryōmen glanced at his partner before responding, his expression twisting mischievously.

he placed his glass down as he leaned back on the kitchen table, his tall figure towering over you darkly.

“you said you’re really sorry, hm?” he spoke lowly, his crimson eyes now lowering, gazing onto you.

you nodded eagerly, unsure of what he was implying. “um, well— yes of course-“

the officers lust-laced voice spoke words you doubted you would ever hear…

"then prove it."

so here you were— half-naked in your living room, in a standing full nelson position, sandwiched between the two men that were once standing in your kitchen—now both pounding you silly.

your helpless mewls mixing with the lewd squelches your cunt made filled the empty silence in the room. fushigurō’s long, thickness was so prominent as it kneaded itself against your g-spot, making you fall into a cock-drunk daze.

"that feel good, huh'?", toji muttered, gazing lasciviously into your eyes while supporting your legs high. it was so intimate— but so naughty too, the way he was so filthy..

you nodded in reply, clearly too overstimulated to speak properly. luckily, sukuna was quick to amend your actions—sending a swift, sharp, strike against your ass.

"didn't he ask you a question? say it properly, slut, don't make us waste our breath like you did our time now," he snarled behind you. his strokes were so rugged and mean, much meaner than tojis (which was unsurprisingly fitting for the man), making you whimper breathlessly from the pleasure.

"f-feels s'good tojiiiii—“ you whined out the name in reply, hiccuping. it was true, the way they both grinded against each other, inside of you, leaving you trembling, aching with pleasure. this position requiring them hit harder, deeper, inside of your soaked, throbbing slit— it was too much.

"good fuckin' girl, look at ya'— squeezin' us so tight. yer takin' us so well," fushiguro commented, leaning in for a kiss. his scarred lips passionately met your own, letting out a soft, suppressed groan. he went deeper into the kiss, his tongue dominating your mouth.

his hands gripped your hips tightly, pulling you closer to him as he continued thrusting into you from the front. meanwhile, his counterpart pounded away at your stuffed cunt relentlessly; each stroke sending shockwaves of pleasure through every nerve ending in both your bodies.

you found yourself lost in this sensual haze of double penetration bliss— moaning uncontrollably into toji’s mouth while feeling your hole being stretched to its limits by these two. your entire world consisted of nothing but the rhythmic movement between your legs and the taste of salty sweat on fushigurō's lips as ryōmen whispered dirty nothings into your ear that only fueled your desire even more.

sukuna’s hands gripped tightly onto your hips as he pounded into you harder than before, his breathing becoming ragged in your ear with each passing second. toji followed suit by grabbing one of your legs and lifting it up high enough for him to hit a new angle inside of you— sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout every inch of your being.

“filthy whore— paying your debt with—ngh.. dick,” sukuna began, still thrusting into you, but at a much irregular pace now. “who knew such a seemingly innocent thing like you could be so dirty.. starin’ us, shit, up and down like slabs of meat..”

as the intensity of their movements increased, so did the intoxicating pleasure coursing through your body. you felt like you were on the brink of orgasm yourself— and apparently so did ryōmen and fushigurō. both men let out loud grunts, no longer holding back, and began to thrust deeper. it was painfully clear that they were close to reaching their climaxes.

“damn, m’so fuckin’ close— ya gonna let us cum inside? knock up this— fuck, tight ass cunt of yers’?” toji grunted.

"please," you begged between gasps for air, "cum inside me...need it..so badly.” your voice was hoarse from the countless moans and whines that ehshshsh. your whiny, raspy pleas and helpless cries were enough to send both men over the edge. so, with one final push from fushigurō and a deep moan from ryōmen, both men came inside of you simultaneously - painting every crevice with their warming, sticky ropes of essence.

as they both released inside of you, your body was hit with an overwhelming wave of pleasure unlike anything you had ever experienced. your cunt clenched tightly around their cocks as they emptied themselves into you, milking every last drop from their swollen, pulsating shafts.

your eyes rolled back into your head— a mixture of pain and ecstasy that left you breathless moments afterward. tears streamed down your face from the sheer intensity of the orgasm that coursed through every inch of your limp body.

the room was silent for a moment as the three of you caught your breath. you could feel their cum slowly dripping out of you as the two men pulled out, leaving behind a sticky mess beneath them.

looking up, toji’s lust-filled stare met your own, a small scar-ridden smirk decorating his face. “that was fuckin’ incredible, god,” he said before ryōmen spoke teasingly behind you..

“but you know, theres better ways to get fucked then damn near burning your house down..”

[ethereacals]

so american <3

CHAPTER THREE: STRANGER

synopsis: Remus grows attached to an American transfer student from Ilvermorny.

trope: idiots in love, grumpy x sunshine

pairing: remus lupin x american!reader

(R is alluded and mentioned to be in gryffindor)

warnings: unwanted attention from icky icky men ):

chapter 3 out of 10!

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wc: 1.3k

a/n: I KNOW ITS TECHNICALLY SATURDAY IM SORRY

YOU HAD BEEN SHOVED INTO A CLOSET at a loud, booming party.

“Why me?” You thought, your whole body shaking due to the possibility of someone walking into closet with you.

Just as you faced away from the door, the door bursted open, and clicked shut rather loudly.

“H-Hello?” You mumbled, turning around quickly as a hand met your shoulder.

“Please be Remus, Please be Remus..”

“Hello, Y/N.”

Shit.

“Gilderoy? You weren’t even—“

“Shh, darling. It’s fine.” He smirked disgustingly.

“I just wanted to come in here and formally apologize for being honest about my thoughts about you.” He started, and you shrunk beneath him in discomfort.

“You know— I would really be interested in you if you weren’t ‘american’” He mocked, patting your head degradingly.

“I don’t want you to be interested in me.” You tried, but Gilderoy didn’t seem to take the hint and back off.

“Ugh, you and every other girl. Always playing hard to get.” He waved his hand casually, before backing you up into the wall.

“How did you get in here?” You asked breathlessly, practically feeling the anxiety bubble up inside of you.

“Everyone’s eyes are closed out there, darling. They don’t know who went in.” He whispered sensually in your ear, before groping your chest sexually.

You didn’t know what else to do, so the second his leg shoved its way in between yours… you screamed.

Looking back, it was quite comical.

it was the first thing that came to your mind, and everyone heard it too.

REMUS HAD EVERY INTENTION OF FOLLOWING you into the closet.

But when he heard the door click— he knew he was too late.

He stressed himself out over who was in there with you, and his suspicions were shown as correct when he heard your scream.

Everyone’s eyes flicked open, then Remus and Sirius immediately stood up to “rescue” you.

“What the fuck do you think you’re playing at, Lockhart?” Sirius barked, causing Gilderoy to spin around.

“I— Black..” Legend has it— that Sirius was the only person Gilderoy was truly afraid of.

“Get your bloody arse away from her!” Sirius shouted back, before stepping into the closet and all but throwing him out.

You stood there— petrified, and Remus felt so horrible for you.

You were dragged into this, and the worst imaginable could’ve happened and almost did.

“Y/n..” Remus mused your name like a god, and walked towards you gingerly.

“Are you alright?” He knew it was a stupid question, but he might as well have asked.

“Y-yeah.” You whimpered, before involuntarily breaking down in tears.

Remus instantly wrapped his arms around you, and the world went quiet for the both of you.

“Shh.. shh, it’s alright, dove.” He cooed softly, rocking you side to side gently.

“I-I’m sorry—“ You choked out, and his heart broke.

Now— what you didn’t know, was that Remus had barely ever voluntarily hugged someone throughout his years at Hogwarts.

So Lily was staring your direction, and so was James.

“Has he ever done that before?” James asked Lily, as Sirius took all of his anger out in the form of words onto Gilderoy.

“Never, only awkward side hugs.” She shrugged, as James began to usher people away from the area.

“REMUS?” YOU STARTED, shifting to face him on the dock.

“Yes, dove?” He responded calmly.

“Lily told me that you had never hugged anyone like that, atleast— not to their knowledge.”

“Well— She’s not… wrong.” He started, his cheekbones becoming lightly dusted by pink blush.

“I don’t do hugs, usually.” Remus admitted.

“It’s alright, some people don’t like them.” You replied, with a soft smile.

“…I’ve only seen you hug me, so… I was a bit curious.” You shrugged, your teeth grazing your bottom lip gently.

“As I said, I don’t really do hugs. I mean— I’ll hug someone if they initiate it but— not out of the blue.” He responded.

“Thank you for helping me, I couldn’t think of any other way to get out then… well, scream.” You laughed shortly.

“You should really be thanking Sirius.” He brushed your compliment off.

“No, i’m thanking you.”

“Sirius beat the guy up—“

“But you comforted me, you came to me.” You stated surely.

Remus stayed quiet, as if he was trying to speak but no words were coming out.

“Do you see the difference? Sure, Sirius helped take care of the problem— but you helped me.” You insisted, and Remus’ eyes met yours once more.

“Y-You’re welcome, I guess.”

Remus wasn’t a touchy-feely person, he never had been.

He always found the world to be mundane, as many of his peers found love— he found solitude in books and his studies.

Not that he didn’t want to love— he was scared too.

Not scared to get his heart broken, scared about what he was.

He had convinced himself that he was an unloveable monster, that he was never going to be loved.

Nobody had ever told him that.

But he had always believed it to be true.

So throughout his school years, he had single-handedly turned down every single date, every single hangout, and every single opportunity.

Remus wasn’t an optimist, he was quite the opposite.

But you made him feel something he had never felt before.

It was weird, you made him feel… sunny.

But was he really ready to be loved?

Your smile after he said “You’re welcome.” light up his world and told him that maybe, just maybe, he could be loved.

“Remus?”

“Yes?”

“Have you ever kissed anyone, Remus?”

“U—Um, yeah.” He answered, surprised.

“Who was it?” You asked excitedly.

“It was years ago, and— it wasn’t very enjoyable.” He laughed, and you laughed with him.

He always wanted to make you laugh.

“Yeah, whatever. Who?” You urged.

“First time it was just some girl in third year, and I didn’t initiate it. And the rest are just drunken blurs— really.” You giggled at his response.

“I’ve never kissed anyone.”

“Really? A pretty girl, like you?” He asked, his brow quirked.

“Nope, at Ilvermorny— we weren’t allowed to be “romantically involved” with one other. So— we never tired.” You shrugged, as he moved closer.

“But— I guess that whole thing with Gilderoy really made me realize that I didn’t want my first kiss to be forced or with someone I don’t trust.”

“A valid thing to want.”

“I trust you, Remus.” He was silenced again, before you filled the gap between the both of you.

“Can I kiss you— Remus?” You asked nervously.

…

“I—I don’t want to force you to do anything—“

“Why do you want to kiss me? Out of everyone?” He moved himself back a bit, and you frowned softly.

“I— I don’t want to kiss anyone else right now…” You admitted shyly.

“You don’t want to kiss Sirius?” He cocked his head.

“I— no I don’t want to kiss him! I’m asking you!”

“Y/n, you don’t want to kiss me.” He argued.

“Says who?” You fought back.

“The universe!” He flung his arms out.

“Remus—“

“Y/n, you don’t want to kiss me.”

“But—“

“Y/n, i’m not the kind of guy you want! Trust me.” He reassured.

“Oh, yeah? And who decided that?”

“Me!”

“If you don’t like me, Remus. You can just say it.”

“N-No! I do like you, Y/n— I’m just protecting you!”

“Protecting me from what?”

“Myself!”

“Why?”

“ ‘Cause i’m a bloody Werewolf, okay?”

Once Remus had realized what he said— silence fell upon both of you.

“Remus..—“

“I have to go.” Remus stood up, quickly.

“No— please— Remus—“ You tried, standing up and following him.

“I’m dangerous, Y/n. And if you’re smart, you’ll never speak to me again.”

Remus misspoke, he knew that immediately as he continued to walk away from the Boathouse on the Black Lake.

His words hit like a bullet into your heart, how did that go so wrong?

so american <3

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[seresinhangmanjake]

Daddy!Benny Cross x Momma!Reader

Your and Benny’s little girl gets injured playing on a bike and must go to the hospital. Benny doesn’t handle it well.

Warnings/Notes: mention of broken bones, cursing, angry but sweet dad Benny, protectiveness, typos, and I think that’s it.

Part of the Come Back Knockin’ universe. Takes place after Come Back Together and Together and More, but you don't have to read these beforehand to understand this fic.

Words: 1250

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Benny’s going to lose his damn mind—that’s all you can think as you stand beside Wahoo in the hospital lobby, the both of you keeping sharp eyes out the wall-length windows to spot your husband. Facing him will be no easy feat and you need all the time you can get to prepare yourselves before he stomps through those doors. 

“Wahoo, I don't know about this. You really better go back to the meeting,” you encourage him, as you’ve done at least ten times in the last fifteen minutes. 

“Nah, I gotta stay and apologize to ‘im,” he replies. “But you shouldn’t have to wait here with me. You should go be with your girl.”

Your eyes scan the visible area from the benches in the flowered courtyard to the emergency sign attached to the building’s exterior brick before darting to the looped driveway reserved for ambulances. He’s nowhere in sight. But he will be soon enough. You called him—you peek at your watch—exactly twelve minutes and forty-three seconds ago. The shop is nineteen minutes away from the hospital and there’s no way he’s not speeding. 

“If I go, who is going to stop Benny from killing you?” you say, your heart hammering in your chest. 

You love your husband, but the man has a temper that can flare as easily as a swift strike of a match. He has started many short-lived fights, always requiring some patching up before the excitement finally settles down, but if Benny is given time to simmer, he can explode with an unrivaled rage.

Wahoo chuckles awkwardly, turning his head to look at you. 

“You got a point there, sweetheart,” he says. Then he goes silent amongst the background chattering of anxious families and ringing phone lines at the front desk.

You glance his way just in time to see the harsh bob of his Adam’s apple. 

“I won’t let him,” you promise. “You know…kill you.”

“Not sure you’re gonna be able to stop ‘im. You and the kid are the most important things in his world, and one of yous got hurt on my watch.”

A wince pinches your face at the memory and you’re so busy worrying about how the events of the next few minutes are going to unfold that you miss Benny’s entrance entirely. 

“What the fuck!” Benny shouts. It echoes throughout the room, making every head swivel, every conversation cease. 

As he storms closer, you step between him and Wahoo, your hands planting firmly on his chest. Murder is in his glare and though he could easily barrel through the barrier in his path, that would involve shoving you aside, and regardless of the circumstances, he would never do that.

Benny’s arm raises over your shoulder, finger pointed like a dagger toward his friend—well, enemy, at the moment. “What the hell you doin’ lettin’ my four-year-old on your fuckin’ bike!”

He tries to side-step you but you’re watching his feet, catching his movements before he can finish making them. 

“I’m real sorry, Benny,” Wahoo says meekly.

“Sorry? You’re sorry!” His tone is darker, fists clenching, anger overflowing and spilling onto the tiled floor. Without glancing at you, in a much softer—but still threatening—voice, he says, “Baby, move.”

You look up at him. Your hands slide from his chest to cup his cheeks in a failed effort to trap his attention. “Benny, it was an accident, ok? Alright? She was just playing pretend like she does with you and she wiggled out of his grasp and landed wrong,” you tell him. 

“I don't fuckin’ care if it was an accident.”

He’s so revved up, so locked in on his target, that your stomach twists for Wahoo. He’s been such a kind man and he’s so good with your daughter that he’s told you once or twice he wishes he could have one of his own someday.

When Lucy fell, it took all of two seconds for his visibly consuming guilt to settle in. He’d immediately picked her up, buckled her into your car, and followed you straight to the hospital where he has stressed over her injured state from the moment of arrival. He doesn’t deserve the abuse from Benny as if he was negligent. Benny, a man who regularly demonstrates little of his own self-preservation skills, but happens to go feral when his child so much as skins her knee. 

“Move.”

“Benny, please,” you say. “Honey, look at me.”

If you can get his eyes on you then he’ll be stuck to you like glue. He’ll calm down. The huffing and puffing of his chest will slow. 

And to your relief, when you stand up on your toes to invade his line of sight that is exactly what happens. The vengeance drains out of his face, replaced by a gentleness that only ever reveals itself to you and your shared child. 

“She’s fine,” you say. “She cried until the doctor gave her a sucker and now I’m not sure she even cares about her arm.”

Benny’s mouth dips into a frown. His brow pinches, then his teeth bite down hard on his bottom lip. “She got hurt,” he says, and your heart breaks for him.

You sigh. “I know.”

“I wasn’t there.”

“You wouldn’t have been able to stop it even if you were. It happened in a split-second,” you tell him. “You’re here now; that’s what matters. And wouldn’t you rather see her than argue?”

Benny’s exhale is a sharp release of air that subdues the remnants of his temper. “Where is she?”

You point to the double doors off to the side of the lobby. “Through there,” you say.

Benny swallows, nods, and takes your hand. But when he looks up, the glare resurfaces. “You're not gettin’ off,” he tells Wahoo. “I’ll deal with you later.”

As Benny pulls you along in the direction of your daughter, you quickly whisper to your friend, “I'll take care of it, but you ought to go.”

Wahoo’s smile is weak, never reaching his eyes, and his hands slip into his jeans pockets before he turns on his heel for the exit.

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“Daddy!”

Lucy hops up from the floor where a few toys are scattered about from playing with the nurse in your absence. 

Benny plasters on a smile that barely conceals his agitation as he scoops her up in his arms. “You doin’ alright, nugget?”

“Mhmm,” Lucy hums, chipper as ever. “I finished my sucker. It tasted like grape.” She lifts her arm and Benny’s head jerks back to avoid a collision with his nose. “You like my cast?” 

You watch Benny struggle to come up with a positive reply, considering that within said cast is his little baby’s broken arm. “Y-Yea, Lu. It’s…It’s real great.”

“It’s blue!”

“I see that.”

The nurse chuckles as she rises from the floor and dusts invisible specks of dirt from her pristinely white uniform. “You’ve got yourself a lovely little girl,” she praises, tilting her head affectionately as he takes in the image of Lucy tucking her head into the crook of Benny’s neck. “The doctor says we’ll need to see you back here in six weeks.”

“Thank you.”   

She starts toward the door but pauses as she passes your daughter. “Goodbye, miss Lucy,” she says, her smile wide. 

“Bye, miss nurse!” With her good hand, Lucy gives an animated wave that the nurse returns as she closes the door behind her. 

Benny releases the sigh you’re pretty sure he’s been holding in since you called him. He cups the side of Lucy's head as if he could cradle her closer than she already is.

“You're not gonna be sittin’ up on any bikes for a real long while,” he says.

Lucy’s head shoots up, eyes widening in panic. “Nooo!” she whines. “You can't stop me!” 

“You wanna bet?”

“Yes!” she snaps back. “I…I'll do it when you aren't lookin'!”

Benny scoffs. "I'm not lettin' you out of my sight."

"I'll be real sneaky!"

The air of rebelliousness is all too familiar and it makes you snicker. Because despite the exhaustion of the day, despite the tears and the shouting and the drama that you hope will not reemerge later, all you can think as the bantering unfolds before you is that that little girl is definitely Benny Cross’s daughter.

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.☘︎ ݁˖ PT. 2 of Law being Delusional

.ᐟ WHO: Trafalgar D. Water Law from One Piece

.ᐟ CONTENT: ooc?, law being soft, hinted confession/feelings, fluff

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.ᐟ AUTHORS NOTE: I hope yall all enjoy this, there will be a part three but i might have to make yall wait for it so i can get through some older requests that im still behind on then once im done i’ll be able to write more random things i feel like writing. here is part one!

Law had been trying to deny his feelings but every time he’d close his eyes it was just.. you. He hated it and he knew at some point he was going to need to confront his feelings, to face you and look at you after almost two weeks of avoiding you. He never realized how important you were in his day-to-day life, the times you’d bring him coffee to wake him up as well as bring him small snacks throughout the day. He wasn’t sure why he felt so strongly about the situation, especially since he was the one who told you to shut up and pushed you away. He would grumble something as he brought his hands up to his head, leaning against his hands as his elbows rested on the table. He was trying to figure out how to talk to you, to bring it all up, and to take back what he said. To tell you that he wanted to talk, to bother him, to annoy him. All of the above.

Finally, he caved. Making his way around the submarine glancing into every room to try and find your face, to hear your voice, to see you again. He finally would make his way to the lounge area, finding you sitting there reading a book that he knew he had read before and you had caught home reading it. It made him grow nervous, the realization that you probably also continued to think about him and probably more than he thought about you made this all more nerve-wracking. It was stupid, he felt like a dumb teenage boy going to confess his feelings to his first-ever crush. But- He wasn’t going to confess his feelings! … Right? At this point, there was a blur between what he was going to do in the current moment and his body started to move on its own as he walked over to you looking down at you for a moment before he cleared his throat.

Flinching you snapped up to look up from your book, staring up at him as your eyes scanned his face and tried to figure out what even was happening in the current moment. With the way that he held his hat over his eyes and tilted his head to look away from you, his body language was strange and unusual. After a moment of staring at him in shock you clicked back to reality and shut the book moving to stand up, “I’m sorry, was I in the way?” You ask him as you slightly bow your head down to him and keep your eyes to the ground, worried you had done something else wrong and he was here to get onto you.

He hated the fact that his words had caused you to believe that just being even a bit in his area meant that you were in his way, he almost reached out but he quickly remembered that he didn’t want to open up the chance of physical contact. “No, I wanted to talk to you.” He said in a flat voice, his brows furrowed as he stared down at the wall next to him that was decorated with a bookshelf that was filled to the brim with different types of books. “I wanted to apologize for telling you to shut up and pushing you away like that…” He grumbled as he had a heavy frown on his face his eyes trying to distract himself by reading the different titles of the books.

You stared up at him in shock, was he… apologizing??? You weren’t sure how to react, especially since you weren’t sure you’d ever seen your captain apologize even if he was wrong - he was stubborn in that sense. You took a deep breath and then swallowed thickly, “It’s… okay.” You whispered out, you didn’t mean for your voice to sound so quiet, and silently swore under your breath for how weak your voice even sounded. You noticed how he didn’t even look toward you but you didn’t notice how his whole body tensed up, you slowly lowered your head to look at the ground in defeat. “I thought about how I had acted previously and it was too much, especially between a Captain and his Crew.” You spoke up, wanting to say what you needed before anything.

He snapped to turn to look at you, being greeted with the top of your head pointed in his direction. His eyes widened and he paused as he stared down at you before he took a sharp inhale, reaching over to grab your shoulder causing you to look up at him. “I didn’t mind it.” He admits, that his expression was stern yet his voice almost seemed to falter at the admission and he could feel his ears beginning to heat up when you made eye contact with him staring up at him with those… eyes. He quickly retracted his hand and subconsciously wiped his hand off against his shirt and then dropped it down to the side of his body, you didn’t take the act as offense as you knew your captain's feelings on physicality, and him even trying to touch you made you feel something.

“Thank you.” You whispered back out to him, your eyes scanning his face and glancing at the pink that had decorated his ear almost giggling before holding it back and swallowing it thickly. You watched as he turned to look away again, his eyes scanning the different books but wasn’t paying attention to what they said, and seemed like he was trying to figure out the words he wanted to say to you. “I wouldn’t mind if you went back to… acting how you did.” He said in almost a whisper, your eyes stared up at the side of his face admiring his jawline and then hair that decorated up to his hair and you felt your whole body heat up by just how attractive your captain truly was. “Yes, Captain.” You respond without a thought before tensing up and looking up to see if what you had said was.. bad timing. He didn’t seem bothered.

“Good.” That was all he said before he suddenly turned around and walked off, leaving you to sit there and process the whole interaction before you started to do a small dance and squeal a little bit. You finally got your spot back to annoying your Captain and he liked you being there, you were thrilled while Law sat in his office with his head in his hands and his face best red from embarrassment at his actions and words. It would take him a while but, he’d get used to you being around. Came to enjoy it and missed it whenever you were busy or gone, often trying to go out of his way to check up on you if you haven’t been around for a long time. The crew didn’t notice at first until maybe a week or two later, they were happy the uneasiness was gone now but there was another issue…. the way that their captain was acting with you was foreign.

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[dixonverse]

Last Moments

WARNING! Sad, death, loss

You and Daryl were on a run to get more supplies for Alexandria, you two were good friends and share a home together there. You separated ways to split up and cover more ground, clearing out an abandoned food bank.

A walker tumbled on top of you as you were focused on stuffing some food in your bag, it bit you and you immediately killed it, not saying a word to Daryl and you hid the wound.

You found each other again and you acted like everything was fine as you walked back to Alexandria. You were getting tired and weak so you stopped and rested against a tree, getting more pale and a little sweaty.

“I’m tired Daryl…” You muttered, your skin pale and cold.

“You alright?” Daryl asked as he stopped by you, noticing how pale and tired you were. He knew something was wrong and he studied your face, his eyes roaming over your sweaty forehead and pale skin.

He took a step closer, noticing that you were trembling slightly. “You look sick.” He said quietly, his voice gentle but serious.

You fell to your knees and started to cough up blood. “Dammit!”

Daryl knelt down, his eyes filled with worry as he saw the blood on your mouth and face. He took your arm, supporting you and looking over you for the source of the blood.

“Where are you hurt?” He asked urgently, his heart racing as he realized you were severely wounded.

You looked up at him weakly and gestured to your shoulder where the walker bit you. Daryl’s heart sank as his eyes fell to the area you pointed to. He quickly rolled up your sleeve, exposing the bite wound on your shoulder, a mixture of anger, fear, and sadness washing over him.

“How long ago?” He asked, his voice strained as he saw the sickening sight of the bite mark. “Maybe 30 minutes or so?” You muttered weakly. “It was when we got separated.” Daryl clenched his jaw, his body tensing up as he looked at the bite more closely. He knew that every minute counted.

“Why the hell didn’t you tell me?” He snapped, his voice a mix of anger and worry. You looked down, feeling yourself get weaker by the second. “I… didnt want you to w-worry..” You muttered weakly and hoarsely. “I wanted our last moments to be happy.” Daryl’s anger melted away and was replaced with a deep sense of sadness. He knew you well enough to know that you would sacrifice yourself for others, but it pained him to see you in pain and sick.

“You idiot. You should’ve told me.” He grumbled, his voice cracking slightly. You started to tremble as tears rolled down your face. “Im so sorry…” Daryl’s heart ached as he saw your tears. He pulled you into an embrace, his arms wrapping around you tightly.

“No, I’m sorry. You shouldn’t be apologizing.”

He held you close, his fingers tracing up and down your back as he tried to soothe you. 

“Dont apalogize” You mutter weakly. “Can our last moments be happy?... Please?” Daryl nodded, his voice cracking as he held you in his arms.

“Yeah. Let’s make ‘em happy.”

He gently brushed his hand through your hair, cradling you against his chest. He took a deep breath, struggling to keep his emotions in check as he looked down at you, seeing the toll the bite was taking on your body.

“Let’s talk about something nice… What’s your favorite memory?”  You thought for a moment and then smiled. “Remember when you tried to cook for me and burned the pasta?” Daryl chuckled softly, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he remembered that night.

“Oh yeah… that was a disaster. I guess trying to impress you with my cooking skills was a bit ambitious.”

He glanced down at you, seeing the glimmer in your eyes and hearing the tremble in your voice, and felt his heart ache.

“But it was a good memory. I remember you laughed at me so hard.” You chuckled weakly, your face going pale and lips a deep ocean shade of blue. “You should've saw… the look on your face.” Daryl forced a smile, his heart breaking as he looked at your paling skin and quivering lips.

“Yeah, I was a total idiot that night. I thought I could impress you with my culinary skills, but I ended up burning the damn pasta.”

He chuckled again, trying to keep the conversation light, but his heart was heavy with worry. “How the hell does someone manage to burn pasta, Daryl?” You chuckle weakly. He smirked weakly, trying to keep up the banter.

“Well, it takes a special kind of talent to screw up boiling pasta. I guess I’m just gifted like that.”

He looked down at you, his heart heavy as he saw your condition worsening. You chuckled weakly and nodded, blood spurting from your lips. He gently held you closer, his fingers tracing patterns on your arm as he tried to keep his breathing steady.

“We have so many memories… Remember that night we spent in that cabin during a snowstorm?” You nod slowly and smile “Our first kiss…” Daryl’s heart skipped a beat as he was reminded of that night. He couldn’t help but smile, even through the pain and worry.

“Yeah… Our first kiss.” He said softly, his fingers tracing your cheek. “It was freezing outside, but we were warm in there… just the two of us.” He continued to speak, his voice low and soothing as he held you close to his chest, his fingers still tracing patterns on your skin.

"We huddled close by the fire, sharing the only blanket we had…"

He paused, his heart racing at the memory of that night.

"You looked so beautiful in the firelight... I couldn't look away from you." You smiled, a faint blush painted on your pale cheeks. “And you looked so handsome… still do” Daryl's expression softened, his eyes filled with sorrow as he looked at you. His heart was torn by the mix of emotions he was feeling - sadness, anger, but also an overwhelming love for you.

"You're a damn fool, you know that?" He said, his voice a mixture of exasperation and affection. "You think I'm still handsome even when I'm crying over you like this?" You smiled and nodded slowly, feeling your eyelids start to droop. Daryl shook his head, his eyes never leaving yours as he held you close.

"You’re unbelievable." He muttered, the hint of a smile on his lips even as his eyes shone with unshed tears. He was torn between anger and affection for you, the two battling inside him as he looked at your pale, trembling form.

“Can i ask you something?” You ask softly. Daryl nodded, his grip on you tightening slightly as he looked at you with a mix of sadness and worry.

“Anything. What is it?”

You gently reached up and cupped his cheek “One last kiss?” Daryl's heart stopped for a moment, his breath catching in his throat as he looked at your hand on his cheek. He felt a rush of emotions - sadness, anger, but most of all, an overwhelming love for you.

He gently brought his head down to yours, his lips just brushing against yours as he spoke softly.

"You don't have to ask, sweetheart."

He pressed his lips against yours in a tender kiss, all his emotions pouring out into that single moment. He held you close, as if he never wanted to let you go, his heart shattered at the thought of losing you. Daryl’s heart ached at the passion you poured into the kiss, his hand on the back of your head, holding you close as he deepened the kiss.

He had never kissed anyone like this before, with so much feeling and desperation. He knew that this might be the last time he’d kiss you, and he wanted to burn the memory into his mind forever.

“I wish we had more time,” he muttered against your lips, his voice thick with emotion.

“Shhh.. dont stop” You whisper against his lips. Daryl couldn’t stop even if he wanted to. Your words and the desperation in your voice made it impossible for him to pull away from you. He kissed you deeply, his fingers tangling in your hair as he held you close.

Each kiss was filled with a mix of love and pain, a desperate attempt to hold onto a moment that he knew would soon be over.

“I can’t… I can’t stop,” he muttered between kisses. Daryl kissed you with a desperate fervor, his emotions spilling out as he held you tight against him. His heart was torn in two - he was losing you, but at the same time, he wanted to cherish every last moment with you.

He pulled away slightly, his eyes scanning your face, taking in every detail as if trying to memorize it. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. “I’m gonna miss you so much, sweetheart,’ he muttered, his voice cracking. You nodded and traced your thumb across his cheek. “Dont ever forget about me… please.” Daryl shook his head, his eyes welling up with tears as he looked at you.

“I could never forget about you, darlin’. You’re a part of me. You always will be.”

He gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering on your cheek, feeling your skin grow colder.

“Just promise me… promise me you won’t forget me either.” You nod weakly, feeling even weaker now, it was a struggle to just nod. “I wont.. Not ever” You felt yourself grow so weak you couldnt even keep your eyes open. Soon enough you went limp in his arms. Daryl's breath caught in his throat as he felt your body grow limp in his arms, his heart seizing in his chest.

"Sweetheart? Sweetheart, can you hear me?"

He shook you gently, his voice cracking with desperation as he tried to get a response from you.

He listened intently, his ear close to your chest, hoping to hear the sound of a heartbeat. He held his breath, his body tensing up as he waited for any sign of life.As time passed by, the silence was deafening. Daryl's heart felt like it was crumbling to pieces, the reality of the situation hitting him like a ton of bricks. He held you tightly in his arms, his body shaking with both fear and grief. He didn't know how long he held you, his tears falling freely now, mixed with pain and despair. He didn't want to let go, even though he knew there was no point. You were gone, and he was left with an emptiness that he knew would never go away.

-

The walk back to Alexandria was a nightmare for Daryl. Holding your lifeless body in his arms was like a punch to the gut, each step a reminder of what he had lost. He felt like he was living in a daze, his mind swirling with thoughts of grief and anger.

He knew what he had to do when they arrived, and the thought of it filled him with a sickening sense of dread.

As he entered Alexandria, the familiar faces of the community members looked at him with shock and concern. They knew what had happened, and their eyes softened with sympathy as they recognized your lifeless form in his arms.  Rick and Michonne were heartbroken as they saw you limp in Daryl's arms. He approached them, his own red-rimmed eyes filling up with tears. He knew there would be no more moments with you, no more shared jokes or moments of affection.

Rick and Michonne recoiled in horror as they saw you starting to turn. The sound of your guttural growls filled the air, and Daryl's heart shattered further as he realized what was happening.He took a step back, feeling a mix of anger and heartbreak as he watched you stir. He had hoped that you would have some shred of humanity left, but it was clear that the virus had taken over completely.Daryl took a deep breath, knowing what he had to do but hating every single second of it. He could see the tears in Rick's and Michonne's eyes as they watched the scene unfold, and he knew they were feeling the same pain he was.His eyes locked onto yours, and for a moment, he saw a flicker of the person he had loved… but it was quickly extinguished by the sight of your milky white eyes and snarls.He closed his eyes, unable to watch, but knowing he couldn’t turn back now. With a mix of anger and despair, he fired the crossbow, the sound of the arrow piercing through the air echoing in the air.

The sound of your body hitting the ground echoed through Daryl's mind, and he felt a wave of nausea wash over him. It was over - you were gone, both as the person he loved and as a walker

-

Daryl's days became a routine of pain and mourning. After the funeral, he made it a point to visit your grave every day, bringing fresh flowers and sitting in silence as he paid his respects. The flowers he planted started to grow and bloom, covering your grave in a beautiful display of life amidst the sorrow. 

He would sit there for hours, his mind racing with memories of you and the love you had shared. Sometimes he'd talk to you, as if you could hear him. Other times he'd just sit there, watching the flowers grow and wishing he could hold you one more time.The other members of the group watched him with empathy, knowing what he was going through all too well. They knew that he had loved you deeply, and they could see the pain etched into every line of his face. It was as if a part of him had died along with you, leaving behind an empty, hollow shell of the man he had once been… until one day…

Stay tuned... let me know if you want a part two.

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hurt comfort with the astarion guy pls I don't don't know anything about the game I've just seen clips of him on youtube and I love him

you aSK AND YOU SHALL RECIEVE i love him

Blood is Rare and Sweet as Cherry Wine

Character: Astarion (Baldur's Gate)

Warnings: reverse hurt/comfort, mentions of alcohol (reader doesn’t drink), general astarion backstory information but it’s nothing super specific. not proofread

Notes: almost cried writing this. im sorry. anyway I'm a hozier lover what else is new.

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Astarion stared at the fire, leaning back against one of the boxes under his tent. There was something serene about this area—they’d never been attacked at camp, and it comforted him to know he could let his guard down somewhere. If only slightly. 

He was so lost in thought that he didn’t notice you walking up to him until you spoke. 

“Astarion?” you asked, voice softer than he expected. “Are you alright?”

He must have looked upset—he didn’t need your pity, though, so he tried to shake himself back to reality. “What can I do for you, my dear?” he asked, sitting up a bit straighter and taking a sip of the ale next to him. 

You paused, looking at him with your eyebrows furrowed slightly, then finally decided to sit next to him. He offered the ale but you declined. Instead, you turned your body to face him and slowly, gently, brushed a bit of hair out of his face. 

And he flinched. 

You quickly pulled your hand away from him and rested it in your lap. He stared, wide-eyed, terrified of his own actions. He’d inflicted pain on countless others and never felt guilt for it, but such a simple gesture broke him. 

“I’m sorry,” he says, voice small and quiet. It was unlike anything you’d ever seen before. Astarion was always so eccentric, so proud, so…unafraid. This was an entirely new side to him, and he was even more embarrassed to show it to you. He wanted to run, he wanted to hide, but he didn’t have the energy to make his feet move. To make anything move. 

There was a beat of silence, where the two of you only listened to the crackling fire a few feet away. Then, you spoke. “You don’t have to apologize for anything.”

He didn’t understand how you could be so kind to him. There were so many things wrong with him as a person, or things from his past—he’d hurt people, tricked them, found ways for dear Cazador to turn them into mindless little puppets. Like he was, before all this mindflayer business. 

There was so much wrong in the world, and there you sat. His ray of sunshine—his hope. Somehow with you, things seemed a little less dreary. True, there was some mystical dream-being that followed you around keeping everyone from sprouting tentacles, so that was something positive. But your general disposition, the way you smiled at him when you caught him staring at you, the way you snuck away from the rest of camp with him to watch the stars…all these things made him fall so hopelessly in love. 

He couldn’t be that person for you, though. He never learned how to make big, romantic gestures or show his affection in a way that made sense. A way that made sure you knew he adored you in your best and worst moments. Cazador had ruined him—he’d ruined any semblance of having a normal life. On top of being a vampire spawn and ripped away from his life before, he was stuck in an endless loop of servitude and puppetry or constantly fearing for his life. He never learned or could afford, to just relax. You deserved someone who could love you whole-heartedly, not the monster he’d become. 

“I care for you so, so deeply, my dear,” he all but whispered, voice tight with emotion. 

“I know.”

“I cannot, for the life of me…” he trailed off, quickly wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. “I cannot understand why you care for me.”

His head hung low; you stared at him, shocked and unsure how to react to his words. He felt embarrassed, he felt small—there was nothing he could do, it seemed, to pull himself out of this rut he had himself stuck in lately. 

Then he heard your words. 

“Can I hug you, Astarion?”

He glanced over to you, seeing teh pleading look in your eyes. You’d asked. Maybe that made him feel a little more normal, a little less messed up. Hesitantly, he leaned into your embrace. The moment he felt the warmth of your arms around him, though, he melted. He laid his head on your chest, his full weight falling into you exponentially by the second. And with it, he began to cry. 

It was heart-wrenching sobs that felt like someone stabbing him through the heart every time, but he couldn’t mistake the comfort of your hands running through his hair. The soothing, repetitive motion calmed his nerves more than he thought possible. After what felt like ages, he began to sit up, trying to put himself back together like that hadn’t just happened. His eyes looked slightly irritated, but he tried desperately to wipe any evidence of his outburst from his face—

Suddenly, he felt your hands around his face, thumbs running over his cheeks. He stopped—his hands slowly fell, and he relaxed into your embrace once again. 

“You do not have to apologize for feeling things, Astarion,” you said softly. “And you certainly don’t have to hide from me. Not your thoughts, not your emotions.”

He nodded, turning his head slightly to the side to kiss the palm of your hand. His voice was hoarse but surprisingly gentle. “Thank you. I don’t deserve you.”

“That’s the thing. You do.”

He smiled softly—it had been a long time since he felt like he could do so freely. 

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[slvt4conniee]

A/N: Connie speaking some spanish to you while you give him head?! LIKE UHMMM HELLOUU!!?

vocabulary 😏~

coño : shit

mi amor: my love

qué rico. ya me vengo! = that feels so good. i’m coming!

a/n: im not a fluent spanish speaker–i had to ask my friends for help🥲🥲 so if some things are said wrong, apologizes my loves

😫😫

“coño mami-fuckk!” he moans, as your tongue was slurping up his fresh cut cock.

your head was slowly bobbing on his cock, making sure you could feel every vain on your tongue. when your tongue teasingly brushed across the vein on the underside of his dick, his jaw fell wide. when you kissed and sucked on his shaft in the perfect spots, his head flings back and he whimpers at the sensation.

with a pop, your lips left his cock and you caressed his seven-inch cock with your hands. you turned to face him, and as you did, he wrapped his tattooed hand around your throat and struck your lips. he choked on his moan as you began to stroke him vigorously and tightly. he withdrew his hand from around your throat and placed his thumb on your lower lip, forcing you to open your mouth as he felt him twitch in your grip. you suck on his thumb like the sexy girl you are, sending out whimpers that turn him on so so much.

“fuck me” he sighs, pushing your head back down on his cock without a warning.

you put your hands on his thighs and allowed him to fuck your throat as per usual. his tip was striking the back of your throat so hard that it was making your eyes water, your lips were starting to sting and your jaw was starting to ache. after removing his cock from your mouth, giving you a moment to breathe, he wiped the tears from the corner of your eyes and replaced his dick back into your moist mouth. you moved your hands from his thighs and stroked the area of his dick that we’re out of reach for your mouth. he moans and trembles as you fumbled with his balls with your long nails, sending a pleasurable chill down his spine.

“qué r-rico–y-ya me v-vengo! shit!” (that feels so good. i’m coming!) he groaned, head flying back as he pushes your head down on his cock making you swallow all of his sweet cum.

you pulled off his cock, giving yourself as much air as you could. connie lays back, his right arm covering his face and his left hand behind his head, his chest shakily moving up and down. you stood up, about to walk to the kitchen to get some water owing to your throat being violated, but he grabbed you.

“where do you think you’re going? i’m not done with you yet mi amor”

[paper-mario-wiki]

hey, can I ask you for some advice? sorry if this is uncalled for or you just can't answer this, I understand if so

how did you work up the courage to actually get to HRT so fast? I've found out I was a trans woman around when I was 15 and im about to have my 23rd birthday, and due to my financial/working/academic/housing (I live w my fairly conservative parents) situation it does not look like it's in the cards for me any time soon. but also I feel like I should just try to find a way and try to start out ASAP, for the sake of my own happiness. but also im afraid of whatll happen if things go Topsy turvy and I need housing from a family that thinks I'm a freak. how did you do it? again, apologies if this ask feels unwarranted or to big to ask to "Funny lady play tf2 dot blog", but I'm fine if this doesn't see an answer

First of all, I don't have insurance, so keep in mind that I did it out of pocket (note: I am broke).

I used Zocdoc (America only, sorry) to find a hormone therapy consultation, went to that appointment, and they referred me to an endocrinologist. After I got some blood tests done, I got prescribed a 30 day supply of sublingual Estradiol for about $16, again, without insurance. Now, this is of course in Biden's Seattle so it might not be as easy where you are. But at least for me, the process from booking the first appointment, all the way to taking the first pill was about half a month, because I got lucky finding a doctor. During covid, according to my endocrinologist, there was a HUGE explosion of people wanting to medically transition, so a very common thing I've heard is that a lot of doctors are booked out for months. I was lucky enough to get this appointment on Sep 1st, because the next person available in my area wouldnt have gotten me in until November.

Critically, here's my main piece of advice: You can't start until you take the first real action towards accomplishing it outside of your head. You can think, and plan, and crystalize how great it would be if it happened, but you have to actually make the first step and google "HRT doctors in my area", and schedule an appointment. To do it, you must first do it. This goes for many things in life. Simply starting the processes instead of keeping them in my head had me accomplishing many things I never thought I actually would, like starting HRT, going to university in Japan, and moving to Seattle.

Many people like me, including maybe you, are really good at getting in your own head and thinking of every possible way something could go wrong, or could be denied to you. And you get so tied up in the reasoning that you forget about the Doing. To the best of your ability, try to stop thinking, and just start doing. Anything. Choose to do something that you have wanted to for a while. Just one thing. Doesn't have to be buying a plane ticket to France, or confessing a huge secret, maybe start with that thought you had the other day of "ya know I bet pottery on those big goofy wheels is fun" and google 'pottery wheels near me' and see where it takes you. It's easier than you'd think to try. And who knows, at the end of this process maybe you'll have a beautiful vase. Or, even better, a vase with a personality, flaws, and a new hobby that you're excited to get better at.

[miraeluc]

i loved ur last hcs about sh so much ! if its not too much, can i ask for u to make a 2nd part (?) including shoto & izuku. please, im begging u, ill sell my organs if needed. thank u <3

dearest, from the depth of my heart, i’m offering my sincere apologies, for some stupid reason, i saw your ask a few months ago, prepared the draft and forgot entirely about it. i feel so bad pls don't sell your organs omg i hope this reaches you.

bnha boys finding out about your selfharm

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pairing: izuku midoriya x reader, todoroki shouto x reader

warnings: mention of bad mental state! (reader); selfharming; some crying; pronouns of reader not mentioned (i think? correct me if i’m wrong pls!)

izuku midoriya

izuku, just like bakugou, was aware that you had been struggling with your mental health

but, obviously, he also was not aware of your self-harm tendencies

to be fair, it wasn't something you struggled with for a long time

only two months, to be exact

the first time you put a blade to your skin was your biggest regret - because although it wasn't pleasureable, it was extremely easy to spiral out of control, doing it nearly every day as if it was routine.

and since it was winter - you didn't worry about hiding it since you could wear long clothes without people questioning it anyway

when izuku found out, he was a mess

it went like this

the both of you were spending a cozy evening together

since everyone in your class was out or with their families, you had the entire living area to yourself

you were sat beside him, scrolling on tiktok and he was doing the same, but on his own phone

after a long while of you guys just silently enjoying eachother's company, he wanted to ask if you were hungry, but since he hadn't spoken in a while his voice cracked while doing so, and you were quick to mock him

long story short, you were now underneath him while he was tickling you.

when you tried to push his hands away, he grabbed your wrist - initially only wanting to stop you, but when you winced, he immediately stopped tickling you and, without thinking, pulled up your sleeve to see if he had hurt you

instead, he was met with the red, angry lines littered across your skin, the wounds not fresh enough to still bleed, but they were obviously still open wounds

you froze in place

he gulped, eyes moving to meet yours before he wordlessly pulled you to sit on his lap, arms wrapping around you and caging you in

"-'s ok. don't feel bad. i'm sorry i didn't realise sooner." he choked out, trying to blink away his tears

you were still frozen in place, thoughts running wild as you tried to gather your words to say something 

“izu.. please- don’t blame yourself for not realising sooner,”

he moved to look at you, teary eyes meeting yours “let’s bandage you up, ok, love?”

before you could react, he already stood - hands steady beneath your thighs, carrying you towards his dorm room, placing you down onto his bed before leaving to grab a first-aid kit from his bathroom

he wordlessly applied aloe vera gel over the more or less still fresh wounds, wrapping bandages around your arm securely before pressing a light kiss on your hand

“we can talk if you want to, but let’s get the food i was talking about earlier, hm?” 

you smiled slightly and nodded

although you still had a long road before you, you felt that a tiny burden had been lifted off your shoulders

you no longer had to fight for happiness all alone, - izuku would be by your side every step of the way, rest assured.

todoroki shouto

although shouto was indifferent, he was not stupid

he didn’t officially know of your battles with mental health, nor did he officially know about your self-harming tendencies, but he picked up the signs.

he didn’t want to confront you about immediately - since he also wasn’t a very open person, he wanted to provide you the space you needed until you were ready to open up and talk about your struggles

in the meantime, he tried his best to subtly ask fuyumi for tips on how to comfort someone when the time came

he did begin to get increasingly worried when he started hearing less and less from you - you often didn’t show up to class, and you never answered texts

todoroki, not being one to pry, tried giving you the space he assumed you needed

he didn’t take it personally - he knew you weren’t doing this on purpose, but he was flooded with worry.

and when he found out you haven’t been leaving your room at all, he decided it was time to react and check on you, even if it meant bothering you

when he stepped into your room, his eyes had to adjust to be able to see in the darkness that immediately engulfed him as the door clicked shut behind him

the air was stale - clothes scattered around the floor. your bed was messy, but you were not to be seen

tentatively he called out your name, switching on the small bedside lamp you had

„y/n?“ as he took in the sight of your room, but his eyes zeroed in on something, an object, on your bedside table

he tried again, blood running cold

„y/n? are you in the bathroom?“

he picked up said object, mindful to not cut himself with the small blade, moving to place it somewhere away from beside your bed - out of sight, in hopes that his heart would slow its racing

„yeah. i’m in here. hold on.“ he heard you groggily call out

his eyes closed in relief at the sound of your voice - having assumed the worst and he sighed shakily, dropping to sit on the edge your bed whilst he waited for you, running a hand through his hair to push it back

when you stepped out of the bathroom, his face understandably dropped

you looked so pale, so defeated

so fragile

he noticed the way you were fidgeting, an arm hidden behind your back - probably the reason he heard you shuffling around your bathroom. maybe in search of something to cover up?

he stood again, slowly approaching you. when you didn’t flinch away, he gently reached up a hand to caress your cheek

„did you bandage yourself up properly?“ he whispered, no hint of judgement in his tone - just worry

and alas, that is all it took for your eyes to brim with tears.

your lower lip shook as you quickly blinked up at him, shaking your head and releasing a heart-shattering sob as your boyfriend engulfed you into his arm - caging you into a protective hug

„it’s okay. will you let me help you?“ he whispered

a/n: hi again - i KNOW i disappeared for like 2 - 3 years but i’m about to finish my drafts and post them out, but i want to announce that requests are temporarily closed as i will no longer be writing about anime characters (unless i get an intense surge of inspiration), but there will be more explaining that in a separate post. for now, enjoy the drafts!

[the-raindeer-king]

STOP IM FERAL FOR NIKOLAI

Big big guy, smart enough to know so many languages, English not even his second! He's a fucking beast because that man singlehandedly became a threat so wildly known he's on some countries watchlist/informed about pages bc this guy THIS GUY IN ALL OF HIS PROPAGANDA LOATHING CUNNINGLY INTELLIGENT MIND HAS THE CONTACTS TO GET DAMN NEAR ANYTHING WEAPONS OR OTHERWISE, DOESNT BAT AN EYE AT KIDNAPPING PEOPLE TO FIND OUT INFORMATION, LEAVES NOTES BEHIND TO FUCK WITH THE COPS, REGULARLY BRINGS A HELI TO ANYPLACE PRICE ASKS, LEGAL FLYING RULES OF SAID AREA BE DAMNED HE HAS HIS CHOPPER, FORMED A NEAR ALL WOMAN UNIT TO FIGHT WITH BC HE KNOWS WHO HE WANTS TO FIGHT ALONGSIDE AND WHO HE TRUSTS TO GET JOBS DONE(Farrah being a big one), AND STILL CARES SO SO MUCH FOR HIS PEOPLE

that is the epitome of ride or die all or nothing and it is Nikolai and I will be sending nonsense your way for it -🐾

He's a big bear (or badger if you've got brains worms like me and a mutual do) and we love him.

Definitely not the kind of person you want as an enemy. I wholeheartedly believe he will hold a grudge until the transgression is properly apologized for (or until one of you is dead, depending on how bad it is)

But he's also a lover. A BIIIIIIIIG LOVER. Absolutely soft at the heart for his darling and isn't afraid to show it. Price gives him shit for it, jokingly calls Nik your guard dog.

And the thing is... he's not wrong. There's nothing Nikolai wouldn't do to make you happy. $600 necklace? Yours. $2000 shoes? Just tell him the size. He'd carve your face into the moon if you asked. Just give him time to figure out the logistics.

[luviisabella]

Slight SH mention

Hiya, I wanted to see if I could request a fem reader with sanemi. Reader has a sister with scars all over her arms and thighs who kinda acts like sanemi, and reader tells sanemi that his personality and scars don't bother her because she's used to it. Sorta "you're beauty never really scared me" vibes. If you don't want to no worries, please and thank you.

ahh no worries sweetheart, I’d love to write something like this, especially since it’s Sanemi & it’s such a creative idea !! xoxo - author 🦇🩷

Summary: fem’reader is with Sanemi and sometimes she catches him apologizing for his demeanor but reader reassures him it’s alright because she knows what it’s like seeing as she has an older sibling who acts just the same.

Notes: SELF-HARM WARNING ⚠️ & sfw (safe for work)

You were currently at the butterfly estate, taking some space in one of Shinobu’s rooms you decided to work on a map of different areas to patrol around nearby villages. The door was open just wide enough for you to see the blue grayish clouds that filled the sky and soft rain fill into the garden. It was peaceful and you were humming a little tune to yourself while you worked away and of course with a little help.

You were sitting on your knees atop a cushion and right below you was your sleepyheaded boyfriend Sanemi. His head was resting on your lap and he, from what it appeared, was asleep. You stopped what you were doing and looked at him, seeing how at peace he looked you smiled and gently ran your fingers through his hair. “Need something?” he asks, from his voice he didn’t sound like he was sleeping, just keeping his eyes closed and resting a bit. “Mnm, just admiring.” Despite his eyes still being closed he could hear the slight smile behind your words. Something hit him, like it tugged on a heart string.. somewhere in the back of his mind he feels like he doesn’t deserve you. You’re such a sweetheart, loved by many and your aura shines in a way that even butterflies are drawn to it. It makes him think if he’s really deserving to be your partner. Why put up with him? How could you handle him? And at that how could you love a man who looks like him? His body full of scars, from his nose down to his legs, and to him it never mattered at first but what if it does to you?

“Nemi’, what’s wrong?” He was so lost in thought he didn’t realize you had been talking to him the whole time. He opened his eyes and was ready to speak until he saw the small frown on your face, he felt even worse now, it feels like he’s doomed to just bring you down or hurt you. “I’m sorry. I never realized how much I dragged you down in our relationship.” He wasn’t looking at you anymore, how could he look you in the eyes? “Sanemi where is this coming from-“ “I feel like I’m not good enough for you.” “For me??” “Yes. I love you for you and because of that I never thought that there could be a possibility you don’t feel the same way. As a Hashira I feel like I know myself and I’m secure in me but as your boyfriend, I wonder what you think of me.” “Sanemi-“ “I know I don’t always say it but you’re perfect y/n. Your aura, your personality, and even just you in general. You’re gorgeous and there’s no way you don’t know that but then I think about how I look standing next to you. These scars.. you don’t think I look weird with them? Maybe even ugly.. I’m not one to doubt my looks but sometimes when I look at you I just ask myself, what made you pick me?”

It was quiet for a moment, he didn’t look at you until he realized the silence and your face made his heart sink. You weren’t crying but you looked so devastated. Shit. Did he make it worse?

“Im sorry I didn’t-“ “I haven’t told anyone else, especially because she’s not happy seeing where I am now, but I have an older sister who is exactly like you.” Sanemi’s eyes widened a little bit in surprise, you have a sister?? “She was a Hashira and retired, but like you she had Marechi blood so she would also cut herself in battles. She would come home with new scars in new places and I couldn’t help but want to take care of her. Instead she would push me aside and use them as a reminder to not go out at night or fight those ‘things’ (demons).” You looked up a bit, now no longer looking at Sanemi as you began to reminisce about those days. “Every morning it was the same routine, scars, pushed aside, and reminded. At first it hurt because I felt so useless but then I realized she was just scared. She didn’t want me to end up like her so she tried to scare me into staying away from the path she took. It didn’t work seeing as I’m a Hashira today. Her and I still haven’t spoken since I announced it to her.” You looked down at Sanemi and noticed he had a small frown on his face. “I love you because I know your heart is pure, but out of fear for others you push them because you don’t want to lose them. Just like my sister. I’ve never found your scars ugly because I know that the cause behind them comes from you caring, protecting people, and just like my sister I accepted them. Not once have I thought they where ugly.” You began running your fingers through his hair again and smiled. “Sanemi, I fell in love with you because your heart showed me who you really are. I know how to love you because I loved someone who was just like you and that will never change. I haven’t stopped loving my sister and I won’t stop loving you. Your scars and your personality are just a bonus for me and I’ll remind you every day by kissing each and every one. So, Mr. Shinazugawa, does that answer your question?”

Sanemi closed his eyes again. His heart was pounding in his chest, he’s never felt so loved and heard until he met you. Somehow you reached a part of him he didn’t even know existed. You kept pulling on his heart strings and he didn’t know how much of it he could take.

“Yes” he calmly said and you smiled in response, going back to humming the song from before and working on the map.

I wonder how long he should wait before finally being able to show you the gift he got you…so you could finally be Mrs. Shinazugawa.

(I know it took a bit ! Sorry luv, I kept editing it but I hope you like it<3)

[soullessjack]

another thing that really sucks about how the show went with jacks arc is like..he honestly did not have that good of a support system lmfao

yes the guys tried their best with very little to go off of in a LOT of areas yes I do have numerous posts and tags detailing how dean showed support but just LISTEN

the thing with characters that fall under specific archetypes (living weapon/monster-that-doesn’t-want-to-be-a-monster here) is that they usually have someone, or several other people in their life that. well. Support Them. like. shadow had maria to tell him that he could be whoever he wanted to be. the iron giant had Hogarth to say he is who he chooses to be. you get the idea. and yea, sam and dean and cas did eventually get to that point with jack — like dean even said in 13.06 that if jack is a monster for a single innocent death, so are he and the other guys for every death on their hands.

that’s fine and dandy and i wish more ppl acknowledged it but whatever but there’s also the faith part of it. Hogarth had enough faith that the giant would choose to be good and be his friend that he risked the other choice that would cost him his life. Maria (in the gens game) had faith that shadow wasn’t like black doom and wouldn’t join him. as much as tfw loved jack and genuinely saw him as their kid (which frankly makes it even more painful), when the chips were really really down they just. they didn’t fight hard enough for him honestly. i think even sam said that to dean in 14.19 or 15.03 (or whichever ep had the vampire kid) and he’s right.

bobby didn’t even consider the possibility of mary’s death being an accident. he gunned for jack like he was waiting for it to happen — waiting for the evil shoe to inevitably drop. i know cas tried to defend it, but “he may not have even realized what he did was wrong” is so flimsy I’m sorry cas it just doesn’t cut it (and it was very very wrong in the end anyways). sam and dean are still reeling from mary’s loss and don’t even know what to think, much less what to argue for or against. and I feel like.. how they really really felt, it was just littered in some dialogue here and there. Cas saying he knew something was wrong with jack and hiding it so their family didn’t fall apart, Sam saying they all knew [taking in] jack was a risk and yada yada. their general consensus was basically “yea we loved him but we always knew he might secretly have evil rabies and now that he’s evil it’s our fault for loving him so much we pretended he didn’t have evil rabies.”

and listen. i get why it went this way. i’m probably the biggest fan of Beloved Monumental Threat jack and functionally-dysfunctional TFW2.0 but like. it still hurts. and it hurts even more so when you pair it with jack’s psychotic subconscious hallucination telling him things like “stop pretending to be something you’re not, stop trying to go back where you don’t belong and you’ll feel so much better about it all.” literally looking nauseous for four days straight because he lost everything he ever had overnight and knows everybody thinks he’s Too Far Gone But He Really Isn’t So Please Let Him Come Back. eating a cactus would be significantly less painful and harrowing.

don’t make me tap the sign 👉 [JACK SUBCONSCIOUSLY THOUGHT OF HIMSELF AS THE PET MONSTER OF HIS SURROGATE FAMILY. PET MONSTER. ARE YOU HEARING ME. OEF MKNYDR]€.

im reaching incoherency here but what sucks even more than all of that is that there’s no payoff to it. never any apologies from the guys or Bobby or resolution on jacks end. They just keep putting him in saw traps and then wondering “maybe he shouldn’t have been put in there” and once he’s freed from the saw trap nobody says “sorry we put you in a saw trap buddy you never deserved it and we were wrong to put you in it” and it is so so maddening

[therealist157x]

Soaps journal 22/11/22

Today, I met them.

Simon took me to a cemetery west of manchester. The air was cool and a breeze carried the leaves in the wind beyond the hills. Off the beaten path on a hill near a wooded area were the headstones of his mother, his sister and his brother. and further away, separated from the three was a tattered broken stone with his fathers name chiseled out . It looked intentional. I had mentioned taking him to my ma's house for christmas and he told me we should take a drive. seeing them there felt heavy. my heart sank when i saw how young his sister was.

"9 years" he said. " I make sure to visit when I can. ashamed to say i haven't been here in over a year.'' he took a deep sigh, like he was holding back tears. Behind mis mothers stone was a withering rose bush with a few wilted buds, its vines still bristled with thorns sprawled around her stone and those of the others.

"she would've liked you, she was welsh and made frequent trips to scotland."

"Simon.."

"I miss her the most."

He fell to his knees and took off his mask. His scruffy face highlighted with pink cheeks and red eyes, He's holding in so much.

I kneel beside him and hold him. I've discovered it helps more than words. He falls into my arms and softly allows his tears to run.

"Im.. I'--"

"Don't apologize Si, you've done nothing wrong."

"I neglected her.."

" but you didn't abandon her. You brought me here to see her. That means you still love them. "

He cried a while longer and then collected himself and put his mask back on.

"I'm sorry mum, I promise to visit more often."

"Aye, and I'll hold him to that promise Ms. Riley."

"Yea, you'd be proud. You always wanted a Scott in the family."

He laid his hand on the too and quickly turned away back to the car. In the brief moment alone I took off a ring and left it on the foot of the stone. It was a ring I bought for myself years ago when I was in secondary.

"I promise, I'll take care of him. “

The wind picked up, sending a chill through me. We drove off and I had pulled out my phone. After some time Simon took my hand and gave it a kiss. He did so quickly I barely had a moment to react before for he thanked me

"For what?"

"For coming with me."

He sighed heavily again

"You're the only person who knows about this place"

"You and me, of course. And Dinnea worry I'll keep your secret"

"Good cuz I'd have to kill you if we broke up"

I laughed while he remained quiet. I knew it was a joke but his silence gave a shiver down my spine. I've seen this man kill without a second thought, so part of me knows he's serious.

"I love you too.." After that we drove off and headed to Glasgow.

[cloudyyoimiya]

Can i req hunting dogs with s/o that talks too much?

yes ofc!! i don’t talk too much irl bc im rather quiet, so im sorry if this comes off as incorrect in a way. i’m also not all that familiar with teruko and fukuchis character, so i hope you don’t mind me only writing for jouno and tecchou. in order to make it up to you i threw in a scenario for each of them. thank you for requesting!

With a S/o That Talks Too Much; Saigiku Jouno and Suehiro Tecchou

Format: Headcanons and scenarios

Possible warnings: Jouno being Jouno

Saigiku Jouno

When he first met you, he immediately wanted to walk away and go enter a different room. Your constant talking made his head and ears hurt, and he absolutely disliked it. Though, he wouldn’t say he absolutely hated you since some of the things you were saying was useful.

Over time he started to grow used to your constant talking. In fact, strangely enough, he felt some comfort in it. If he didn’t hear you talking his ear off, then he would know that something was wrong. In a way it was his telltale sign to ask you about your day.

Once your relationship grew, he’d start to enjoy your tendencies to talk a lot. Sometimes he’d purposely egg you on to talk even more than you already have. Of course he’d make remarks about how you were hurting his ears, but you knew that it was all bark and no bite.

He may act like he dislikes it, but it’s a lie. The two of you both know that.

After a long day he’d come home and listen to you talk. Knowing that you were alive and healthy helped him calm down after a long day. Despite how he may act, he still really does truly care for you.

If he ever was mad or annoyed though, he wouldn’t say anything mean to you surprisingly. He’d only become eerily quiet and most likely shut you up with a kiss.

Sometimes your talking would put him to sleep. Like I have mentioned, he finds some comfort in your voice.

Scenario…

Jouno had just entered your shared apartment with a sigh. He kicked off his boots, then took off his hat. He then felt around for the coatrack. After a moment he eventually found it and put his hat on it gently. After his hat his cape followed suit, desperately trying to get it off as soon as possible. He just wanted to be with you and wind down after a long day, but being in something as uncomfortable as that article of clothing would prevent him from doing so.

He knew that you were there despite it being eerily silent. Jouno could hear your heartbeat and your slow breathing from a mile away. From the way your body sounded, it seemed like you were just waking up from a nap. The sound of the front door opening and closing must have woken you up.

Jouno wasn’t going to apologize for waking you up though. He’d never do that.

He walked into your bedroom, and you were already on your phone despite just waking up. Jouno then cleared his throat, attempting to make his presence known to you.

You looked up at where the noise was coming from, then softly smiled. You then got off of your bed and walked up to him.

“Welcome home, love! How was work today? Are you doing alright? You seem tired…”

Jouno sighed then quickly walked past you. He then got himself situated on your shared bed then patted the area next to him.

You got the message then sat down next to him. “Is everything alright? You’re more quiet than usual. Oh! Did Tecchou piss you off again today? Is that it?”

“You don’t even know,” he said as he shook his head. “How are you doing? You seem more lively than usual.”

“Oh! I’m alright. Nothing noteworthy happened today. I just got some groceries, I did the laundry because I know how you hate when I do it when you’re present, I cleaned up the house, and I also took a nap. That’s all.”

He let out a soft hum as he laid back onto the bed. “Are you sure? Your heart rate was accelerating while you were on your phone.”

“Well, I was looking at these cat videos. One of them had the cat dressed up as a black and white clown. Another had a cat meowing really loudly over some food that they wanted to eat. It was just adorable! Hey I know, can we get a cat?” You rambled on.

“No. Their constant noises would hurt my ears.”

“But yet you allow me to ramble…”

Jouno groaned. “You’re insufferable.”

“Y’know you love me.”

“Do I really?”

“Saigiku!”

He only smirked as he faced in your direction. “You make it really hard sometimes with your constant talking, my dear.”

“But yet you enable it,” you rebutted.

He pinched the side of your torso. “I do indeed, my dear. I absolutely love it—almost as much as I love you.”

Suehiro Tecchou

When he first met you, he remained indifferent about how you would talk a lot. He didn’t like it, but he didn’t not like it. He just never really formed an opinion on it because sometimes he’d zone out. But even with his zoning out, for some reason he’d always remember a summary of what you said.

If the two of you were ever sent on a mission together, he’d like to listen to your voice so he wouldn’t get bored. If the mission was one set late at night, he’d listen to you talk so he could force himself to stay awake. He wanted to listen to what you have to say, so in a way your talking was like a makeshift caffeinated drink.

When the two of you entered a relationship, he wouldn’t zone out as much and he’d start to listen to you wholeheartedly. He would give you his undivided attention and give you brief responses when you take a breath of air.

As time went on, he grew to look forward to you talking to him. He liked it because more often than not you’d carry the conversation, and that just fit well with his personality considering that he doesn’t talk all that often.

Sometimes after a long day he’d wrap his arms around your waist and nuzzle his head into your shoulder. He’d then ask you to talk about your day so he can fall asleep to your voice.

In all, he’d love you for this habit of yours.

Scenario…

You and your boyfriend were on your couch cuddling. Tecchou had his arms gently wrapped around your waist and he had his head resting on your chest. He didn’t dare move—he was too comfortable to do that. The only time he moved was when your chest steadily rose and fell with his head on top of it. You could tell he was comfortable just by the look on his face. He was content.

You were running your fingers through his hair, slowly combing out any small knots you may have came across. You doing this seemed to further relax your boyfriend, so you kept on repeating your actions with content. Eventually he let out a small sigh, then looked up at you.

“How was your day?” He asked, rather curious.

You smiled down at him. “It was actually really good! I managed to turn in my papers on time alongside making you your lunch for tomorrow! I made sure to make you strawberry shortcake with cherry tomatoes and paprika, just how you like it. I also made you a sandwich. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.”

“That sounds good,” he hummed. “How was that book that you were reading?”

“Hm… It’s actually really good! Although it is a bit sad as well. I haven’t read a book like this in a long time. The last time I’ve read a book like this might’ve been back when I was still in school. That’s how long ago it was.”

Tecchou slowly nodded. “I see.”

“Mhm! It’s been a while. Anyways, how was your day? You seem more tired than usual. Did a criminal give you any hassle? Did you catch them?”

“No, nothing like that happened,” he spoke softly. He then let out a small sigh. “I’m just happy to be here with you.”

You shifted your attention down to him once more. “I can say the same, love. You’re absolutely adorable like this. I could just hold you like this forever.”

You brought one of your hands down from his hair down to his back. You then started to rub slow circles, trying to further relax your lover. You could tell that the reason he gave wasn’t the only reason why he was like this, but you decided not to pry. He would tell you if he really wanted too.

“I’m alright with that,” Tecchou simply stated.

“Then let’s do that! Hm, would you like me to grab some blankets so we can stay warm? How about some snacks? Or what about some pillows? Maybe a drink as well?”

“No, it’s alright. ’M fine like this.”

“Are you sure? I really don’t mind. I want you to be comfortable.��

“Im already comfortable.”

You looked down at him skeptically. “If you say so.”

You brought down your other hand from his hair then wrapped your arms around his waist, much like he was doing with yours. You then gave him a gentle squeeze, then gave him a light kiss on the markings by his eye.

Tecchou lazily looked up at you, a small smile adorning his face. “Thank you for the offer though. I love you.”

“I love you too, Suehiro.”

[the-s1lly-corner]

TADC characters x reader crying and the characters are trying to calm the reader down

TADC cast finding the reader crying!

WOOOOOO so sorry for not getting to requests sooner, i was busy today and caught up in doing a bunch of baking orders! yahoo! i made a buncha scones today and churros :)! i might make pretzels tomorrow for myself also ive never watched one piece but im absolutely obsessed with chopper VV

CAINE:

"now now my dear, what's wrong?" immediately takes you off to a private area away from prying eyes and ears. surprisingly a good listener, i mean he cares about you so so much, youre like. his number one, so of course hes going to be looking out for you. tries his best to cheer you up, regardless of whats making you so upset; another circus member, being overwhelmed, or your brain just being mean... this man would literally carry the world for you.. well a digital world, but the sentiment still stands i think..! just say the word and hes going to do whatever it takes to cheer you up!

POMNI:

very awkward comforter, i think i might have said this somewhere; in fact i may have had a similar request to this a while ago but i truly do not remember and i cant be bothered to look through the sea of TADC stuff ive written... but she would be SO bad at comforting people; like she just stands there before awkwardly patting your back. and thats assuming she goes through with the action, theres a solid chance she just. asks outright if youre okay in this nervous voice trying to be gentle. its not her fault i prommy, shes just bad at comforting people. offers to take you to her room so you have some privacy, kind of just lets you let it all out

RAGATHA:

again i might be biased for ragatha because ive really fallen in love with her since i opened up requests but she would be the absolute queen of comfort. speaks in a really soft voice as she takes you off to yours or her room, sets you down on the bed and lets you lean on her for support (metaphorically and literally!). gives you the softest blankets and pillows, and simply lets you pour your heart out. asks if you want comfort or solutions; because both have their time and place i think. sometimes you want solutions, and sometimes you just want pure comfort. ragatha gets it. and whichever one you want, shes going to deliver on it! will likely take it upon herself to try to solve the issue if its an external thing that made you upset. 10/10 love her

JAX:

believe or not i think he would be the type to try to confront the thing upsetting you yourself, especially if it was someone who had upset you. best way i can explain it is like. you know that one pizza episode of spongebob where squidward stands up for spongebob to that rude customer who made him cry? it would have the same energy, i think. asshole who actually has a heart stepping in to defend someone when there needs to be justice type deal. now if he was the one who made you upset, say by one of his pranks, then it might take him a minute for the guilt to kick in but it would be there... eventually. does feel bad, tries to cheer you up and does try to apologize, i think

KINGER:

oddly enough i think he would be up there in terms of how good he is with comforting people! i say odd because he seems so out of it a lot of the time. but i think the second he sees your tears hes just laser focused. very similar to ragatha in terms that he takes you away and lets you speak. to the pillow fort! lets you cry into the fur of his robe, too... rubs circles into your back. this man carries the same level of comfort that sweet old people carry, if that makes sense. the type of person so say "ive got you" when comforting someone, i think

ZOOBLE:

has to do a double take when they see you crying. like pomni i think theyre bad at comforting... but not as much, if that makes sense. if it was someone who had made you upset, they probably try to tell you that they arent worth the time of day and that youre better than them. strikes them with the curse of them also giving you awkward back and shoulder pats, but its even more awkward and uncomfortable because they have weird hard plastic hands. look, ok. theyre trying, theyre likely trying their best too- honestly i think their main form of comfort is talking shit about the person or thing that made you feel bad

GANGLE:

honestly she might cry with you. admittedly i dont see gangle herself being the best comforter when someone is crying; especially if its someone she cares so deeply about. i think like everyone else, she would gently take her hands in yours and guide you off to the side so you can have some privacy and decency. she does try her best to try to cheer you up; and i think that she would have better luck with it if her comedy mask isnt broken! but if it is, its likely that shes going to cry with you. probably leads to vent sesh between the two of you where you vent to one another and cry. hey, that works too, i think! not to say that she is trying to purposefully trying to make it about herself too, but like. her way of empathizing with you. "oh hey we're both having a bad day, let me show how i can relate to you so you feel less alone" type deal