#but omfg I need to do Something I feel like I’m dying

[boomerang109]

i cant do this

[scudslut]

Fiending for Daryl x F!reader at the point where they're super domestic and sexually comfortable with each other. Like making jokes like "I'll do that thing you like if you take Dog for a walk ;)" and just being super teasing and playful with each other

lazy mornings w/ daryl

daryl x f!reader

wc: 1k

warnings: teasing, slight allusions to sex, mdni

a/n: omfg i adored this idea. thinking about daryl finally super comfortable with you, able to relax and just be himself is just🥹 i hope this is close to what you wanted!! i kinda got carried away in my imagination with this one lol. alsooo, i have a few other requests i’m working on, i promise i’m not skipping anyone’s i just take forever to write:,)

daryl would absolutely love to tease you. he just loved to see that little spark flash in your eyes, reminding him that you want him and he has you.

he was incredibly shy initiating anything sexual during the first couple years of your relationship. and still to this day it’s not often that he’ll outright vocalize his lust, but rather use his actions and subtle, playful remarks that’ll have you ready to pounce on him the first moment you get. the little sanctuary you call home is his favorite place in the world, and it was only ever you who got to see this goofy, mischievous side of him.

and he found he couldn’t help himself, watching you around the house, so casual and domesticated.

you’d play quiet music often on the little record player he’d found, hair tied up in some messy knot, loose shorts and a small t-shirt the only things adorning your soft skin as you read, or cooked, or whatever hobby was interesting you at the time. it brought out intense feelings inside of him, ones he never imagined he’d ever feel and it almost made him giddy. so happy he could provide that safety for you to simply be, and ravenously hungry to devour you whole any chance he got.

it must’ve been sometime in early may he figured. the sun was bright in the sky no later than 6am the past few weeks. mornings still brisk but afternoons hot and nearing swim-worthy. you both rose late that day, having spent a little extra time in bed where the light flooded through the cabin windows, glowing across fluffy sheets and warm skin, simply too soothing to move from right away. he always woke before you and always had to drink you in for a while, admiring how the sun danced through the strands of your wild hair across the pillows. your chest rose so fluently and calmly it made his own tight. he’d ingrain that picture deep in his memory; your vibrant, lively body something he’d protect till his last dying breath.

you had a leg propped outside the blankets, tossed close to his body subconsciously and he brought his fingers to the soft skin of your exposed thigh, painting invisible shapes. it only took a few minutes before you started mumbling sleepily as he dragged them upwards, towards your inner thigh.

“mmm, good morning,” you breathed softly, eyes still shut but a lazy smile gracing your features.

“mornin' sunshine,” he drawled, leaning down to press light kisses over his artwork. “sleep alright?”

“mhm, you?”

he nodded against your skin. he always slept well next to you, especially now he had you all to himself; your little hole in the woods providing much-needed peace and solitude after all the years without. just you, dog, and acres of tall green trees.

speaking of which, he noticed the door creaking open behind him as he placed more nips and kisses, paws padding across the wooden floors at the sound of your voices finally awake.

his tongue dragged up, grazing over the hem of your panties. your hips shifted beneath him as you moaned softly. “can we make it an agreement that you always wake me up like this?” you gasped when his hands joined in, massaging your plush hips with strong hands.

he snorted at that, “i already always do.”

“mm, right,” you muttered quickly distracted as your hands found purchase on his soft brown locks. your morning brain never failed to amuse him. you’d mutter nonsense half asleep, sure to barely remember when you fully came too.

his fingers were just slipping under the waistband when dog whimpered quietly behind you both. a smirk cast over his face, already hearing your whines of dismay at what he was about to do.

“think somebody needs a mornin' walk,” he pulled away with a kiss to the little bow at the hem. a low groan followed in suit just as he expected and he chuckled slightly.

“D… just a few more minutes.”

but he was already dragging his body off the mattress, grabbing a random strewn shirt and pulling it over his head.

“such a tease, dixon,” he heard from the bed, turning to see you propped up with a phony pout. the corners of his eyes crinkled in a grin at your state, hair wild from sleep, and cheeks flushed pink.

“how bout this,” he bargained, leaning back down to peck your ankle and slowly up your calf. “we take him out quickly, and then i’ll bring ya right back here and let ya have yer way with me… sound fair?”

he watched as you feigned contemplation.

“come on, look at that face,” he pointed to dog, who sat patiently at the foot of the bed, tail wagging.

“never thought i’d get cockblocked by a dog, but, alas,” you sighed, trying your best to cover the grin on your face.

daryl bent over, shielding dog's ears. “hey! he can hear ya y’know,” and there was so more hiding your grin, giggles escaping your lips in fit.

he’d never seen you move so fast after that, speedily throwing on a top that barely covered your ass and rushing to the front door.

“come on doggy boy! your dad and i have a date, we gotta make this quick,” you mused loudly through the house, dog chasing after you.

he couldn’t help but shake his head in laughter, following after his family blissfully. this was definitely his favorite place in the world.

sorry i’m so cheesy byyee❤️

[maxlarens]

requests open?🤭 oh boy here i come!!!

ok so my latest #love is fluffy, adorable, down bad boyfriend!oscar (who is shocked. no one. i feel like i have shouted this from the rooftops). just the sweetest imaginable, always being so vocal about how much he loves and sooo much affection (dying). prompts 33 + 35 from the kissing list had me sighing and crying a little. imagining the whole list tbh but anyway!!! this is so long omfg

whatever you feel like writing with the above description and if you feel like writing nothing feel free to trash this, i can take it hahaha

WAHHH okay!!! i loved 33 but couldn’t find a good way to fit it into this so i did 35🤭 i want to maybe do another one with 33🤨🤨 maybe drunk!oscar babbling about how much he loves u. would be cute.

35) gentle stroking of cheeks while kissing

You and Oscar aren’t particularly prone to PDA, especially not during race weekends. It’s just how the two of you are— you’re weird about cameras being pointed in your face and Oscar likes to stay focused on the driving.

People on the internet think it’s weird. They call into question how much you love him, how much he loves you. They wonder why you’re not at every race, why you don’t post each other on social media much.

You’re a bit baffled by it. You’re also not bothered. Oscar loves you. You know this irrefutably. All your friends know it, all the people you hang out with on a semi-regular basis know it. You don’t think the entire world needs to know it. And besides, if they knew what he was like out of the public eye no one would ever bother to question the two of you—

You’re sitting on the kitchen island, waiting for pasta to boil on the stovetop when Oscar pads in. Wearing an old, oversized hoodie and sweat shorts that have food stains on them. Ones you can’t wash out, not that you’d want to. It’s typical Oscar, shorts when it’s freezing. A hoodie to keep him warm anyway.

“Aren’t you cold?”, you ask, even though you’ve asked the same of him many times before only to get the same answer.

You hold out an arm for him to slot into. He does, half his mouth pulling up into a toothy smile. You put your other arm on his shoulder, pass your thumb back and forth there and let your fuzzy-sock clad feet press into the back of his legs.

“Meh,” he answers, hands going to your waist, “M’fine.”

You sniff, “Okay. But I’m not putting the heating on.”

He scrunches his nose, makes a face, “I didn’t ask.”

“Mm. You will.”

He rolls his eyes jokingly, presses his fingers into your sides and kisses the top of your head.

“You’re cute,” he mutters into your hair, “Have I told you that before?”

You shake your head, pulling him closer. Shifting forward on the counter so you can wrap your arms around him, the hoodie making him soft and squishy.

“Don’t think so,” you laugh.

“Well, you’re very cute.”

“Just cute?”, you ask, tipping your head back so you can look up at him.

He shrugs. For a second there’s a tangle of limbs while he moves his hands so they can rest on your face. Long fingers splayed out, touching your neck, your ear. His thumbs press into the squish of your cheeks.

“Just cute,” you prompt, more of a tone to it as he tries to get away with his silly little joke.

He breathes a laugh, looks down at you, his eyes sparkling, “No.”

“What else?”

“Hot,” he offers, “Beautiful.”

You smile, biting down on the inside of your mouth, rubbing the flat palm of your hand across his back. Slipping the other under his hoodie to touch the bare skin at his waist.

“Really?”

He nods, thumb dragging across your cheekbone. As he leans down to you, you feel butterflies in your stomach like the first time you kissed him. Right here in your kitchen— crowded against the same counter.

His lips, warm, soft, meet yours. The kiss deepens quickly, the two of you so in sync that it turns quickly to a slip of tongue and the clink of teeth. You feel something taking up the expanse of your chest, right in your diaphragm. Longing for something you already have, boundless affection. You sigh, a high, whiny quality to it, into Oscar’s mouth.

His thumbs press into and smooth across your cheeks as he pulls you closer, into his solid chest.

“Love you,” he says into your mouth, barely understandable as he guides your head back.

The slip of tongue again, a hand on the back of your head. Pressing into each other like you’re going to disappear under the other’s fingertips. Like you could get so close as to crawl inside one another.

Loveyou, you answer, love you.

send me a prompt/req + a driver and i’ll write something. pls check if my requests are open first💖

[base0h]

Can I request Zoro, Luffy and Sanji reacting to their partner having an allergic reaction, like it’s so bad they can’t breathe. Perhaps it’s a new dish sanji had made and their partner didn’t know they were allergic to something in the dish until now. :D

a/n - this is supposed to be serious but if you know me I can’t be serious with one piece characters most of the time 😭 sorry anon but there’s crack in zoro’s and luffy’s💀🫶

Warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, reader has allergies, crack (zoro and Luffy’s part)

- lunch is Luffy’s favorite time of the day, nothing can stop him from eating lunch (it’s important to have 5 meals a day obviously 💀)

- there’s breakfast, breakfast 2, lunch, after-lunch meal, dinner, and then dessert (there’s like two deserts but he doesn’t think it counts as a meal)

- today, Sanji decided to use a sea king Luffy absolutely destroyed (it tried to steal his breakfast, rip sea king)

- it looked a bit sketchy, but Sanji can cook anything and make it taste good-

- but even as he was cooking it, the smell of it that filled the sunny made you a bit woozy, causing you to become quite fatigued

- luffy was too focused on how excited he was to eat it, so he didn’t notice your symptoms. He was literally drooling all over the poor sunny. it was gross asf

- bro couldn’t wait so he ate the ladle Sanji was smacking him with 💀💀💀💀💀

- “LUFFY SPIT OUT THE LADLE I NEED IT.” -Sanji

- “I GOT A SPLINTER IN MY THROAT AGSJBSISBDJFNC-“ -luffy (he’s choking on the wood)

- “LUFFY NOOO-” -chopper

- when the time finally came to eat, you were only starting to feel worse, that stench of the meat was making you even more nauseated than before

- you had started to cough more frequently, having a constant itch in your throat that just wouldn’t go away

- “Are you alright y/n?” -robin (shes so caring 😭🫶)

- “I’m ok robin- thank you.”

- you tried playing it off as nothing, but it was getting hard to breathe, your vision becoming blurry as you sat down next to Luffy at the table

- you tried to take a bite, barely being able to swallow it, struggling to get the food down

- “Y/n.. Do you not like it?” -Sanji

- you stared down at your hands, and you noticed that little red dots had started to form on your knuckles, spreading down your wrists

- you couldn’t breathe.

- “Y/n…? Helloooo?” -luffy

- he tried waving his hand in front of your face, but you ended up passing out onto the table face first

- “OH MY GOD Y/N DIED.” -luffy bro you suck 💀💀💀

- chopper immediately rushed over, having to literally shove Luffy away from you so he could inspect you

- cue Luffy running around in circles freaking out about how you died in front of him (like ace)

- “IM SUCH A BAD BOYFRIEND I LET Y/N DIE IN FRONT OF ME-“

- it turned out you were allergic to this specific type of sea king, and chopper managed to give you some medicine to help you feel better

- Sanji kept apologizing, making sure that he would never cook this again in the future

- “ARE YOU OK Y/N?! HOW MANY FINGERS AM I HOLDING UP?” -luffy (he’s holding four fingers up but this dumbass can’t count)

- “Four.” -you

- “CHOPPER Y/N’S DYING SHE THINKS IM HOLDING UP 4 FINGERS AGSOWBDOSNDJNFOXNC-“

- omfg Luffy pls 😭

- you love this guy but he’s dumb af

- Sanji absolutely adores cooking for you, he’d do it every minute if you wanted 🫶

- he practically knows every single dish you like by heart, and can recite all your favorite fruits and vegetables

- he always loves making new recipes for you to try, you’re his most trusted taste tester! (It’s not luffy- bro would eat the food and the plate too so he’s disqualified)

- today, he wanted to try a new take on some foreign food items he got from the market

- he hadn’t ever seen these before, but he had a knack for knowing which things would be delicious and rich in nutrients

- ever since the smell of the food traveled onto the sunny, you noticed that it was harder to take deep, full breaths.. but maybe it was just because the air was thin

- it didn’t go away. It only continued to worsen as Sanji kept cooking

- soon you started to cough, and have shortness of breath

- Sanji quickly stopped smoking, thinking that perhaps it was because of him. And he took you outside for a moment for you to get some fresh air

- your symptoms just wouldn’t go away! Irritatingly lingering around like some insect

- the time came to test out the new food, and your cough had worsened, your heartbeat racing from your lungs struggling to breathe

- it tasted good.. But the moment it traveled down your throat, you could feel it closing, as if your airways were completely blocked

- Sanji noticed it right away, and ran off in a panic to get chopper, supporting you from behind as chopper inspected your throat

- Sanji didn’t know what to do.. He wasn’t a doctor. But he knew he had to do whatever he could to make you feel better. He hated seeing you in pain!

- his hands carefully held you up as he allowed you to rest against his chest. Chopper confirmed that it was a severe allergic reaction to the food… And Sanji couldn’t believe that he was the one that caused this

- he immediately made Luffy scarf the food down to get it away from you, and made a mental note to get mad at the merchant that sold him the meat later (anything for y/n 🫶🫶)

- he did whatever he could to make you feel better.. Water? He’s already got it. Take you to bed? Of course! A nice blanket? You don’t even have to ask

- he felt so guilty! He never meant to make you have an allergic reaction like that.. He kept apologizing- over and over

- “Y/n- I’m so sorry.. I didn’t know you were allergic to that. I swear I’ll never cook it again, do you need anything? Water? I’ll get it for you! I’m sorry- you don’t have to forgive me- it’s completely my fault.”

- poor guy was ranting about how he doesn’t deserve you anymore 😭

- you had to reassure the man that it was alright, and that you turned out to be alright in the end!

- “No but seriously please don’t cook that again I think I almost died.” -you

- “IM SORRY Y/N IM SO SORRY-“ -Sanji

- bro is literally on his knees begging for forgiveness 💀

- zoro’s solution to anything health related would either be to sleep, drink, or take a shit

- stomach hurts? Take a shit

- feeling stressed? Take a shit

- need a break? Take a shit (copyrighted by zoro)

- he’s a tough guy, and he’s not very smart sometimes 💀

- but you love the marimo nonetheless 🫶

- he had just finished his 29th fight with Sanji today, and it was right on time for lunch

- you were amazed by how Sanji could argue and still try to kick zoro’s head off at the same time

- today, you felt oddly stiff and uncomfortable, were you getting sick?

- you didn’t start feeling under the weather until Sanji started cooking lunch… But you didn’t pay attention to that, you tried to press on and bare through it with a grin

- it got harder and harder, and your head started hurting next.

- “Your head hurts? Did you shit today?” -zoro

- “What the fuck does my shit have to do with my head zoro?”

- he’s dumb just leave him be

- of course he’s concerned for you, he just doesn’t know how to help you 👍

- he continued eating his lunch, and you managed to take a bite of yours after a couple minutes of mustering up the strength

- you couldn’t breathe

- you started panicking, grabbing zoro’s arm to tell him something’s wrong. This wasn’t just a cold- this was something BAD

- “Y/n? What the hell? You look horrible rn-“ -zoro (did he just insult you 😭)

- he finally realized that something was really wrong- and he started freaking out-

- he started slapping your back to try and get you to spit out the food- he thought you were maybe choking

- “Y/N? ARE YOU CHOKING? STOP CHOKING.” -zoro (wow zoro you’re so helpful 💀💀💀)

- you thought he’d be helpful? Yeah nah 😭

- bro was literally abusing your poor back, you swore he broke some kind of muscle back there

- chopper ran over, quickly inspecting you before deducing that it was an allergic reaction to the food

- “What the hell’s an allergy??” -zoro

- “It’s when people’s bodies don’t like a certain object or thing- it makes them cough or sneeze and maybe even does what it did to y/n.” -chopper

- Mosshead is so confused right now (he’s never been sick 💀)

- You started feeling better after chopper gave you some medicine to clear your system of the food.. And thank god- you felt so much better than before

- “Y/n you could’ve just shit out the food.” -zoro

- “I CANT SHIT ON COMMAND YOU DUMB MOTHERFUCKER-“

a/n - Luffy can’t count 💪

[zoropookie]

HOW HATERS ARE BORN (HHAB)

♡ chapter seven — omfg 💋

It was like the entire convention had their eyes on you. And who knew it’d be at the very same booth that you said you wouldn’t go near.

You sat there with an irate expression on your face, coming up with words for the man in front of you that you didn’t think you could muster until now. An aroma of roasted beans clung to your shirt like an unwanted companion.

You were motioned not to say anything else. You were being put on the spot, and you didn’t need to say anything else to him. And in hopes that you smart, you would just apologize like a normal person and move on.

But you weren’t a normal person, and by the looks of the entire crowd around the two of you, Scaramouche wasn’t either.

“This is what you get off on?” You asked him in a low hiss. “I bet. Your streams are full of it.”

“I get off on things worth my time.” Scaramouche bit back a snarl and yet somehow he still made you flinch by how close he was. “Who even are you? You did an entire bit on the internet so my fans would like you more, but nobody's here to see you. You thought showing up would give you a better impression? All I see is a bitch and their whore friends parading around like children.”

“You talk a lot of shit for someone who doesn’t consider me important. Don't talk about my friends like that.”

“Aw, you want to be seen as important? To me?” Scaramouche said in disbelief, to the point where he made himself smile, newer to his usual scowl. "You faded into irrelevancy once you did your little callout. How did that go for you, by the way? Still losing sponsorship?”

“I’m important enough to get under your skin about it, huh?” You replied, a little too snippy that you inwardly cringed. But you couldn't stop. "You're one to talk about drama dying after two days all the time, just get over it."

His violet coded eyes stared down at you, expressionless, a face that you couldn’t read too well. There was a distinct way that his hands balled and unraveled, the creases on the corners of his mouth twitching. He was furious, and you reveled in it.

But as you proudly gave a testing smirk at him, he grabbed the rest of the coffee that you attempted to save and took the lid off, turning it to pour all over you. Your mouth dropped open, feeling more of the warm liquid trickle down the fabric of your clothes and your face. He threw the cup with a simple, hostile, aggressive shoot of his hand towards the crowd.

"People like you keep buzzing in my ear until you get what you want. You waste your breath on useless shit, pick at your ass, and expect to be coddled.” Scaramouche scoffed, his eyebrows furrowing in disgust. "In front of so many people, you had to make an ass out of yourself just to get attention. I can do it by walking out of my room, we are not the same in that calibre. Don't act like you are, creepy fuck. I shouldn't have even gave you the time of day on that tweet."

You felt like his tone of speech was rather familiar, but while you were listening, you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. You also couldn’t stop the constant ringing in your ears, and it only got worse at his consistent berating.

“Get your shit, and get the fuck out of here.”

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YOU ARE on your way to being one of the hottest streamer in your nation at the moment, racking a monthly average of 10 million viewers, but something specific bothers you about it. you know that a lot of people hate you, but there's this one account. one account that's been following you since the early days of your career. they leave a flood of rude comments in your stream, your moderators banned each account they made, but they keep making more. you are at the end of your tether. but you are yet to find out that this persistent cockroach is none other than your friend's friend (and the only other streamer that's bigger than you), scaramouche.

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[ranhaitanisgf]

Hello. Can I request “girl/boy next door” and getting sick” with Kazutora. Reader gets sick and Kazutora takes care of her. Thanks!

— kazutora hanemiya // boy next door // getting sick

☆ ˎˊ˗ helloooo this is my fave cliche ever omfg. why was i such a genius like srsly 16 yr old me was cooking with this cliche event... also this was my first time writing for kazutora !! if i remember correctly, i didn't have him in my regular reqs but i decided to put him in the event reqs, so apologies if hes a bit ooc ... blegh anyways enjoyyyy my lovelies have a wonderful day !! xoxoxo

☆ ˎˊ˗ wc ; 1.5k+

☆ ˎˊ˗ gn!reader implied

masterlist || 2k masterlist

you knew that you had lost when you’d woken up with a sore throat yesterday, but you didn’t think that it was going to escalate into this. you’d felt mostly fine yesterday, a bit under the weather if anything, but it hadn’t been anything that you couldn’t handle, so imagine your surprise when you woke up and felt exponentially worse. 

your vision went fuzzy every time you tried to stand up and you were sure that your night clothes were soaked through with sweat, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to come out from under the blankets, shivering despite the added layers on top of you. the only thing you had the energy for was to flip your phone open and closed, occasionally texting your friends who were telling you about their vacations. 

the air in your room was excruciatingly stuffy, but you swore you would somehow fall out of the window from dizziness if you tried to open it, so you stayed in bed, staring at the ceiling and watching your phone screen for new notifications. 

the silence of your room was disturbed by a light knocking sound; when you sat up in bed and looked to your window, you saw a familiar face wave and smile at you. you could hear his muffled voice through the window, ‘let me in!’. 

you smiled at kazutora, telling him to give you a second as you slowly got up from your bed, throwing on a t-shirt laying on the floor over your tank top. you swayed a bit as you walked over to the window, which you could see made his face twist with concern. a few moments later you opened the window, though you were struggling a bit with opening it more than a few inches. luckily for you, kazutora’s hands slipped under the window, opening it the rest of the way with ease. 

“ah, thanks…” you murmured, yawning a bit as you started to walk back to bed. behind you, you could hear kazutora coming through the window and closing it, and you heard him begin to say something, but a ringing in your ears blocked out his voice. your vision blurred a bit as you swayed once again, the dizziness starting to get to you. you could faintly feel someone grabbing your shoulders, and after a few seconds your vision began to return and the ringing in your ears slowly dissipated.

“...(y/n)?! are you alright?!” in front of you was kazutora, worry strewed over his pretty face. “are you hurt?! what happened-?!” 

“i’m fine kazu…just deathly sick…” you murmured, your eyebrows pinched together. “please stop shouting…”

“deathly sick?! do i need to take you to the hospital??” 

“i just told you to stop yelling, and no. i’ll probably be fine in a couple days, i was joking. lemme get in bed, please.” at your request, kazutora released his hands from your shoulders, though they hovered near you as you walked the last few steps to your bed, scared that you were going to get a wave of dizziness again. 

as soon as you sat down again the dizziness went away, making you feel a bit better. you watched as kazutora hovered over you; you could see the unsaid question on his face, wondering if there’s anything he can do to make you feel better. 

“you can sit down y’know, i’m not actually dying. i’m glad you’re here actually; i was getting so bored.” you groaned, patting the spot next to you for kazutora to sit down. “i’ve been sitting here staring at my phone, waiting for people to text me. how lame is that?” 

he hesitantly sat down next to you, disregarding your words as his hand went to feel your forehead. the coolness of his hand felt nice against your heated flesh, making you sigh a bit in relief. 

“you feel really warm…” he murmured, somehow managing to look even more worried. “have you taken any medicine?” 

“no…” you answered, a bit embarrassed. you’d been feeling too dizzy to go and get medicine from the store, but you supposed that you should have kept some on hand just in case. 

at your words, kazutora suddenly sprung up, mumbling something about having to make a call as he exited your room and stepped out into the hallway. he closed the door, so you could only hear him talking to someone on the phone, but nothing more than just muffled parts of it. after almost five minutes, he came back in your room, a determined look on his face. 

“i-i’ll be back!! just give me a bit, but i’ll be back!” before you could say anything else, kazutora walked across your room, opening the window and climbing out of it. 

dumbfounded, you sat in silence for a moment before flopping back, burying your face in your pillow. 

“he left the window open…” 

˗ˏˋ ☆ ˎˊ˗

kazutora is feeling very unsure of himself right now. 

despite consulting who he thinks is an expert in these things, he isn’t sure if he’s gotten the right things, and he sure as hell has no clue whether or not it’ll actually help you. 

he’s taken it upon himself to help nurse you back to health; he hasn’t been sick a whole lot of times, but he knew that every time he was sick his mom would always make a bowl of rice porridge and would make him drink a capful of nasty medicine so that he would get better. he knows that you can take care of yourself, and he also knows how much you like being independent, but in all honesty, it gave him a big scare when he saw the state you were in earlier. paired with the fact that you live alone, he was worried that your sickness might get worse and that you wouldn’t call anybody to help you, (he knows that probably wouldn’t happen, but he can’t stop himself from thinking these things). 

and so here he was, nervously biting his nails as he walked back to your house from the convenience store, a plastic bag in his other hand containing all the essentials for taking care of sick people, (according to chifuyu). 

when he arrived at your window, he carefully climbed through, not wanting to scare you.

“(y/n), i’m back-...” kazutora immediately shut himself up when he saw that you were asleep, breathing softly and looking as peaceful as ever. he smiled a bit to himself, walking to your bedside and gingerly setting the plastic bag down beside him. 

the other hard part of this was containing his feelings. 

he had to admit to himself that he had become quite flustered when he’d seen you in just your tank top for that brief moment, glad that you hadn’t been looking his way while he got a handle on his emotions. he’d had an even harder time trying not to get flustered when you had leaned into his hand, resisting the urge to keep your hand on your forehead for longer, (he already had kept his hand there for longer than he probably should have). 

as he watched you sleep, he noticed that your face was a lot more flushed than usual and that your breathing was quite heavy, which made him frown a bit. he wishes that he could transfer your sickness to him, that he could take whatever pain and discomfort you were feeling and give it to himself. he thinks that he feels more pain now just seeing you suffering than any other time he’s felt pain before. 

kazutora is snapped out of his thoughts when your face twists in discomfort, your brows scrunching in your sleep. his hand reaches out all on its own, brushing some of your hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear. 

what did chifuyu say again…? 

“ah, cold packs…” he murmured to himself, digging through the bag beside him. after a few moments of searching, he found the package, ripping it open and taking a cold pack out. he peeled the sticker covering off and used his sleeve to wipe any sweat and stray hair off of your forehead, taking the sticky part and carefully pressing it to your forehead. 

he’s not sure what else he can do since you’re still sleeping; he brought food for you to eat and medicine for you to take, but he’s also heard that sleep is the best medicine when you’re sick, so he’s not entirely sure if he should wake you up. he shouldn’t, right? 

right. 

he knows it’s probably weird to watch you sleep, but he swears he’s not watching in a weird way! he’s definitely not watching because the hair splayed around your face makes you look divine, no, of course not…

before he knows it, kazutora is leaning forward and he is pressing his lips against the cold pack on your forehead, and oh my god what is he doing?! he immediately leans back, a hand to his lips as he stares at you with wide eyes. you’re not awake, right? he can’t tell if that’s a good or bad thing, because did he just take advantage of the fact that you were sleeping? 

oh god, i’m definitely a freak. 

you’re just glad that the flush from your fever covers up your flush from getting a kiss from the boy you like.

[atlasofearth]

ttpd anthology opinions except i have no thoughts that aren’t the marauders

the black dog: i expected it to give sirius vibes but this is way too much??? this is the most sirius song ive ever heard???

imgonnagetyouback: DORLENE’S SONG OH MY GOD. ITS THEIR SONG?????

the albatross: marlene’s anthem…. this is her song…. what the eff word….. i’m obsessed this might be my third fav song on the album

chloe or sam or sophia or marcus: regulus … this song is so him oh my god i can’t do this

how did it end? : “you were blind to unforeseen circumstances” this song is soo canon compliant jegulus… i was writing a loml inspired one short but now i need to write one inspired by this 😶😶

so high school: the guitar 😻 this song is sooo sirius feeling like he could put his walls down around his friends (especially remus!!!!!!) im going insane!!! sirius feels so high school around remus guys

i hate it here : this song is so me… this song is mine guys what the fuck (also very regulus but.. it’s more me idc) i, too, hate it here and escape to secret gardens that i read about in books as a child in my mind and everyone wants the key but there’s only mine…

thank you aimee: IS THIS NOT LILY AND PETUNIAS RELATIONSHIP???? OH MY GOD????

i look in peoples windows: i love the instrumental omfg. i’m getting MAJOR death by a thousand cuts vibes?? she’s a genius?? this song is SO marylily. lily hoping she could find mary even after she left because she didn’t wanna fight “is it right to not know me” oh my god.

the prophecy: this is my number one song. i have many things to say. 1- so harry??? obviously. it’s literally his song. 2- remus WISHING he wasn’t a werewolf, this is his song. 3- lily yearning for peace for her son, wishing he wasn’t destined to live a terrible life. i feel so much guys. 4- also this song is so me. i relate so much, like so so much….

cassandra: oh this is sirius’ song.. he thought he was free after finally escaping grimmauld place, and thensuddenly james died and he’s in azkaban. omg wait but also regulus discovering the horcrux and dying before he had the chance to even find out there were others. “i was onto something, they all said nothing”

peter: IS THIS SONG NOT MARLENE/JAMES BEGGING FOR THEIR LIVES AFTER FINDING OUT PETER WAS THE TRAITOR RIGHT BEFORE THEY DIED???? she’s never beating the mskingbean allegations oh my god

the bolter: i don’t know why this song gives me INTENSE narcissa vibes. this is her song imo idk

robin: this is the black family anthem. this is their song, collectively

FINAL SONG, the manuscript: no marauders thoughts bc i related to this song too much and started crying! 😂

overall; i love these songs so much. i like this collection of songs more than the original ttpd (which says something bc that was AMAZING) top song is a definitely the prophecy

[lemon-natalia]

Harrow the Ninth Reaction - Chapter 50

thirty minutes before the Emperor’s murder and i still have no idea who’s gonna do it or why

Commander Wake. the commander who is Gideon's mother. who is Awake, the Sleeper. Who is in Cytherea’s dead body. Cytherea being the one Gideon had a crush on. WHO IS BEING POSSESSED BY GIDEON’S DEAD MOTHER. WHO IS THE BOE LEADER, COMMANDER WAKE. i’m fucking speechless what is this

also she’s calling the Emperor ‘Gaius’, do they fucking know each other??

omfg her full name includes ‘Snap me back to reality oops there goes Gravity’ wtf. weirdly i feel like thats such a Gideon (Nav) name to have, except she’s taking it so seriously 

‘did the ten billion give you that too.’ ‘how many babies died in the bomb Gaius’ oh this guy really did cause the apocalypse somehow didn’t he, fuuuck

scratch the others, this is the most tense tea party there’s been so far

‘it’s all come out’ what in the world’s most dramatic intervention is this

COMMANDER WAKE ME UP INSIDE 

both Mercymorn and Augustine were conspiring with the BoE?? i didn’t see that coming, especially not Mercymorn

the eggs from the first message weren’t a metaphor????? they were literal goddamn eggs wtf

she was gonna kill said baby in order to enter the Locked Tomb, and nicknamed it the ‘Bomb’. um wow. why is everyone’s immediate plan in these books to jump straight to the baby murder. 

GIDEON (1.0) JUST KILLED HER?? again? can you even say you killed a ghost. what. what. i thought they were a thing what is going on. Gideon just saw her mother for the very first time in her life, talking about how she was planning to murder Gid as a baby, possessing the body of someone she had a crush on who also tried to kill her, get murdered. oh she’s gonna need so much counselling after this. 

speaking of, how the fuck did the relationship between Gideon 1.0 and Wake start, that feels very complicated 

and he thought the baby was his. key word being thought. not was. then who the fuck is the baby daddy. this whole shebang would make for a very entertaining episode of Dr Phil. or whatever tv shows it is that do dna tests, i don’t watch a lot of reality tv

i really didn’t think a conception story could get more fucked up than Harrow’s, but Gideon’s giving her a very strong run for her money

‘Hi, not fucking dead. I’m Dad’ YOU JUST FOUND OUT YOU HAVE A SECRET BABY WHY WOULD YOU SAY THIS. its been about a minute and he’s already cracking dad jokes. is making bad puns genetic in the Locked Tomb world or something, because that would say a lot about Gideon quite frankly 

i cannot believe the fact that these guys were in a threesome has been plot relevant two times over now

also Gideon is the fucking. daughter of the GOD of this world i guess. well there’s an explanation for why she’s so resistant to not dying then. if he wasn’t super dead, i think Silas’s reaction to this info would be so fucking funny

also. given Ianthe presumably doesn’t know about any of the details of Gideon’s birth, childhood, etc. she’s gotta be even more confused than Gideon right now

also also remember when i had that dream about the Locked Tomb? my subconscious is a prophet, apparently:

[sammys-magical-au]

So update: I have now watched episodes 3 & 4 of TEOS! Yes, it took me that long to get back to it. I have an excuse I have mild somniphobia ok.

Anyway here’s my thoughts on these two eps, under the cut bc I still wanna avoid spoilers for anyone who hasn’t seen it yet:

I stand by what I said about Linda needing a hug, she really does. Actually no screw that they could all use a hug omfg

Ruth was an interesting addition to the story, I knew she was gonna end up dying but I was sad to see her go

It’s so obvious that Dave still loves Katie holy fuck he’s such a sad puppy. I mean clearly Katie still has feelings for him too but his are way more obvious

Also. Baby Dave is precious and must be protected at all costs. I know I said that in the last post but I’m saying it again.

I don’t think I even caught the doctor’s name but he’s. Weird. Kinda glad he got killed actually he seemed waaay too flirty with Dave’s mom and way too confident in what he was doing, but he’s clearly linked to Dave’s dreams in some way based on the flashbacks during his creepy fucking monologue about the machine

And why doesn’t this doctor look like a real person??? Am I the only one seeing this??? I mean yeah he’s probably wearing a tupee but for some reason it just makes him look like something pretending to be a human. Please tell me I’m not alone in this.

What the fuck did he mean about matching pyjamas in “a lady’s size”???????? Hello???????? Was that meant to be a throwaway joke or is he a pedo or some shit??? He gives child predator vibes to me y’all honestly I think it’s good that Dave stabbed him, even if it was an accident

I want more of Linda and Matteo’s backstories, they’ve both clearly been through some shit

Going insane over Katie’s “if you do this you’re a murderer” while Dave is right there. Clearly he hasn’t told her what he did yet. How did that effect him in the moment? We can’t see his reaction to that line but I’ll bet it cut deep.

Like I said last time, Mark (and Lio, and the other actors ofc) did a fantastic job with this series, the emotions are so fucking palpable in every scene.

Please give Dave and Katie five minutes to talk everything out c’mon pls tell me that happens in the next two episodes and they live happily ever after? (<- in denial bc I know that’s not how this ends)

[bree-cheesy]

Can I please have a submissive!insecure!schlatt x service dom!reader!! 🙏

Like, I want to see schlatt crying about his chunkiness (I’m also a chubby!schlatt enjoyer if you couldn’t tell) due to him comparing himself to his 2019 pics (ether brought on by him or the 12 y/o’s on twitter/X) and y/n is just like ‘Fuck no! You’re so fucking beautiful that I could write like 10 novels about your beauty alone!!!’ and then proceeds to give him the best head in his entire life (immediately shattering his tough guy mask, turning him into literal putty) then it’s followed with the best pegging session in his entire existence (any coherent thoughts is gone by this heavenly experience alone) meanwhile y/n’s just kissing his face and bare body and worshiping him and his body as if he’s some sort of deity and it’s end with schlatt being a blubbering, crying, whining, moaning mess.

It’s followed by a bath aftercare, and whilst y/n’s laying on his bare chest schlatt asks y/n why they’re doing all this for him, he’s feels he doesn’t deserves it (he does!) and they reply with this absolute banger: ‘it’s because you’ve done so much of the same thing for me time and time again… without even asking anything in return… and I’m just now returning the favor.’

OMFG!!! IM DYING!!! HOLY SHIT!! I AM ACTUALLY DYING AND GOING TO HEAVEN!! I NEED THIS!!! I NEED THIS YN IN MY IRL LIFE!!!!! MY GODS!!!! 🙏🙏💗💕

-🍰 anon.

OKAY I FINALLY HAVE IDEAS I PROMISE!

🍰 Anon, I hope I haven't let you down with how long this has taken. I hope I did this amazing request justice. 🙏🙏Tried to keep it any gender kind of thing because you requested pegging so it could be a someone with a dick or someone using a strap on. Whatever you wanna imagine! :)

I haven't ever written anything like this so I'm nervous about how people will like it. :(

Word Count: 1044

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Jay had always been insecure of his body. Horrible self image from things people would say online and just his own thoughts. He always thought he was so ugly compared to you. He hated being out in public with you because he felt so unworthy. You were the most beautiful person to him in the world and he hated how he looked standing next to you.

Today had been a particularly rough day for him. He had just gotten done with his first stream in months and some of the things people were saying about him really got to him. He was standing in front of the long mirror you guys had leaned up against the wall in your bedroom with his shirt off, his hands on his belly, tears welling up in his eyes.

You walked in, not knowing what was going on. "Hey, Jay, did you see where the-" You looked over and your mouth shut when you saw the slight in front of you.

It broke your heart instantly. You knew he struggled with his self esteem, but you didn't know it was this bad. "Hey, what's goin' on?" You walked over and hugged him from behind, burying your face in his shoulder. He let out a sob and you squeezed him tighter, felling your heart break even more.

"W-Why am I so ugly? God, I look like a fucking ogre." He let go of his belly and you felt his shoulders drop. You moved to stand in front of him and gently held his face in your hands. "Why are you even with me? You deserve someone who is as beautiful as you. You deserve someone who isn't fat."

You frowned and ran your thumb over his jaw. "Why do you think that? I love you, Jay! I don't like that you think you're fat. There's nothing wrong with being a little chubby. I could write novels on how beautiful I think you are!"

He shook his head and sniffled, wiping his tears away. "You're just saying that to make me feel better." He pushed your hands away and you scowled. "Don't lie to me, it's just gonna make me feel worse."

You put your hands on your hips and looked up at him, frowning. "Do I need to prove it to you or something?"

He cocked his head to the side in confusion and a soft frown formed on his face. You got down on your knees and instantly saw a blush form on his face. You pulled his now hard cock out of his shorts and pressed a soft kiss to the tip. He let out a little whine and bit his lip.

You started off slow, teasing him a little, savoring his soft moans and whines. Slowly taking it deeper into your hot wet mouth and down your throat. Your hands found their way to the back of his thighs and you started bobbing your mouth up and down his length, sucking in cheeks just enough to make his knees weak. "B-Babe... s'too much..." He whined and pawed at your hair softly, panting heavily.

You started going a little faster, taking him deeper and relishing in the feeling of his fingers tightening in your hair, not guiding your head, just holding. You pulled off and stroked him up and down, twisting your wrist as you went up. "Feel good, baby?" He moaned, sounding a little nasally and nodded, thrusting into your hand in time with your strokes.

"Just wanna make you feel good, hun.... My best boy, huh?" You kitten licked his tip while stroking and he moaned louder, not even being able to speak at that point. His words coming out like a blubbery mess. You sucked lightly on the tip while stroking him with one and hand and lightly massaging his balls with the other.

"I-I'm gonna..." He moaned and gasped, his voice whiney and needy. You could tell he was close. His eyes were squeezed shut, eyebrows furrowed and a slight pout formed on his lips.

"Cum for me, baby.... Wanna see it." He let out a loud moan and came hard in spurts on your hand, whining and pitifully bucking his hips into your hand. "Good boy..." You cleaned it all up and pushed him back on the bed, pulling off the remaining of both of your clothes. "Gonna make you feel so good, baby.... I promise."

After carefully making sure he was completely prepped and ready, you had him on his back, legs up and you slowly slid inside him. He moaned and bit his lip hard, squeezing his eyes shut. You leaned down and gave him small kisses all over his face and lips while slowly thrusting in and out of him.

"F-Fuck..." He gasped and choked on his words, locking his ankles around your waist. You went a little faster after he got used to it and he let out sounds you didn't even know could come out of him. "R-Right there... Fuck, don't stop..."

You breathed heavily and kissed him deeply while hitting that perfect spot inside him that made him melt into the bedsheets. Not able to form words and he moaned and whined loudly, probably making the whole neighborhood hear him. "So perfect.... Fuck you're amazing." He groaned out as you stroked his cock in time with the thrusts.

After a few more thrusts, he came all over his belly without warning and you slowly pulled out of him. Kissing him softly through his orgasm, you reached over to the tissues on the nightstand and cleaned him up gently. You turned on the bath while he slowly started to relax and got in with him, pressing your back against his chest and cuddling softly into him.

"Why did you do all of this? I didn't deserve it." He asked softly, stroking a hand up and down your belly.

"You're always doing the same things for me. Helping me through my bad days and just being the best person I've ever known and you never ask for anything in return. I wanted to make you feel the same way you always make me feel because I love you."

He smiled and kissed your forehead. "I love you, too."

-- Bree <3

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Any good? Finally cleared out my asks so hopefully I'll get the motivation to start some Kinktober stuff. Toodaloo!

[todayisawthewhxlewxrld]

So!! I'm going insane!! Basically I have this boyfriend, and oml I love him so MUUUCCHHHh. But it's and stop because this has me so dead.

We met thru mutual friends ON A SERVER IN DISCORD man frick it sounds so bad when it's said but wtv, I'm not one to date online. Like I did it 2 other times and one was when I was 12 and in the pandemic 😔 THATS NOT WHERE THE PROBLEM LIES. I love him regardless and we call frequently, play games a lot together and ofc we text ALL THE TIIME. THE PROBLEM IS I KEEP DREAMING OF HIIIMMM.

I went to bed this morning and had a dream that he and I were living together, like in my grandmas house (she's been saying that she wants to pass it down to me and my family) and we were just super touchy and lovey dovey with each other. The long intimate hugs where we swayed a little bit felt so real, TOO real. Now ofc my mind had to get a lil freaky near the end but even then it wasn't anything extreme, it was just omfg. The atmosphere was filled with love rather than lust, we held hands, cuddled, ate together.... Yall I just want him so bad, lord if you hear me bless me with a hug from this beautiful amazing flawless perfect sweetest funniest man, I CANT.

ITS SO BAD!!! I literally have his initial EVERYWHERE. My dresser drawer has his name, interests and favorite things on there 😖 I bought a thing of stickers for this single full metal alchemist sticker just so I could put it there, he's all I think about AND WHEN I PLAY SOMETHING WITH MY FRIENDS ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT IS IF HE WOULD WANT TO PLAY IT WITH ME ASWELL!!! Istg I have never been this like idk way with another person, I genuinely feel like I'm dying everyday because WHHHHYYYY IS THE LOML SO FAR AWAY FROM MEEEEEEE.

It's an OBSESSION at this point, and I NEED TO GET OVER IT BUT LORDDDDDDD...... THE HEAVENS BLESSED ME WITH SOMETHING AMAZING 😭😭

Anyways lemme stop, I just can't say THIS TO ANYONE ELSE BECAUSE IK ALL MY FRIENDS ARE TIRED OF HEARING ABT HIM BUT HES ALL THAT OCCUPIES MY MIND. DAMN IT I MELT EVERYTIME HE SAYS MY NICKNAMMEEEE. 😪😪

OKOO FR LEMME STOP BEFKRE I POP A BLOOD VESSEL or start writing notes abt him 🤭 I'm gonna eat play fortnite and SLEEP hopefully, if he doesn't text me soon 🙄 (he has school in a few hours and is currently sleeping, so it's likely that I won't be texted until 8 am, WHICH IDM.... I'll stay up if I HAVE to, OR I'll just sleep and set an alarm) (I fell asleep around 9 am tdy and missed his text after he was home cause I was sleeping, I woke up disappointed in myself)

Holy shit maybe I'm a lovergirl 😧 got me saying and admitting things I PROMISED ID NEVER DO!

Okay I gotta go before I flip out BYEEYE

THIS IS SOOOOO CUTE STOPPP ugh i need all of u to stop having love lives :///

ur literally just like making fanfic of him in ur own dreams i’m crurogngn

LOVE THIS FOR U THO BAE THIS IS ADORABLE

[broodygaming]

Starkids Nerdy Prudes Must Die finally FINALLY premiered today and omfg it was so fucking good.

Spoilers

It’s so funny im getting to the very end and I’m sitting there and a part of me is like, why does this feel… different? And I realized it’s cuz it’s a happy ending! There’s less than a few minutes left im like wow. Yeah. It rly is just gonna end happy isn’t it? All the rest have ended sad or everyone dying or something. And here we are. Happy group number. That’s wild.

And then. Of course. Thirty more seconds passed. WOW. Literally out loud I was like “oh yup there it is” hahaha. The music was so good!!! I missed Jaimie but they all did so good!!

Arguably the most weird thing was watching the guy who plays Paul do his Wiggly voice on stage. Wow. Ick.

Cannot wait to watch it like 20 more times haha. So good. Soo good. And i need to go back and watch all the nightmare times 😬 yeesh fake fan over here cmon

[tonberry-yoda]

Hi I’d like to request a JJBA matchup with a small fic pls! I’m 19, transmasc (he/they) and bi with no specific gender preference. I’m also British (bri ish hehe).

I’m 5’3 and have very long curly/wavy black hair, dyed bangs, pale skin and freckles. I have 6 piercings and I’m hoping to get some tattoos soon!

I love 70s and 80s music (particularly Queen, Aerosmith, AC/DC, Dire Straits and Sex Pistols). I also love cats, art, history, cartoons and anime! I’ve been an artist for 7 years now.

I’m currently volunteering in archaeology for charity and I’m hoping to study archaeology at university next year to ultimately become an archaeologist! I am also bilingual as I have recently become fluent in Spanish, and I’m now learning French, Russian, Italian, Polish and Japanese!

I have autism and BPD so often lose control of my emotions but I always try my best to make sure people understand I would never intentionally upset them. I can be quite easily calmed down with comforts such as hugs, music and special interests.

In friend groups I’m always either the mom friend or chaotic older sibling friend. Depending on how well I know the other person I can be very awkward at first but then start to come out of my shell and become very loud and eccentric. Some friends would also describe me as funny, exuberant or outgoing. Even though I can be irritable and jealous quite easily, I also show lots of love to people I care about when I can, often forgetting to take care of myself in the process.

I’m fairly interested in astrology (I’m a Scorpio) and I have recently developed an interest in spiritual work such as tarot and witchcraft. I also have a gothic/emo style and love to stand out in a crowd to help push myself out of my comfort zone.

Thank you! :D

notes - HI ANON!! Dude, I am so sorry this took so long!! I have been slowly but surely working through my requests, so thank you so much for your patience! It really means a lot that everyone has been so understanding lately!! I have the perfect character for you, so let's not leave you waiting!!!!

THE CHARACTER I CHOOSE FOR YOU IS...

ABBACCHIO!!!!!!

god this man thinks you're stunning

like omfg he loves you

and loves that you want to get tattoos and loves your piercings!

i think he would like to get matching tattoos with you, something subtle though for sure

he will kiss all of your freckles in private while whispering how stunning he thinks you are

wish that were me

loves your taste in music

like y'all would just sit and listen to music together and he would be lip syncing all the lyrics

you two definitely have a cat together

i just really feel like he's a cat person

he thinks it's awesome that youre an artist

he has a high appreciation for art of any kind, so he is super supportive

also thinks its amazing that you're going to be an archeologist!!! like he is super into it and always gets really interesting facts from you!!

speak to him in italian and he will faint

it doesnt matter if youre just learning it that is his language and his love language lmfaooo

he can definitely be the one to calm you down when you're feeling high emotions

he will never take anything you say or do personally and understands how you feel so he will always be the person who can get you out of a funk with lots of hugs and reassurances

he just loves you a lot and doesnt want to see you upset, so he will help however he can

he actually loves that you're this outgoing ball of sunshine, it completely contrasts his darker personality and you will always catch a small smile on his lips whenever you get especially passionate and sweet <3

he will never make you feel jealous since he is so loyal :)

also, he will make sure to take care of you! he doesnt want to see you putting people in front of your own needs too much, so he will be the one caring for you when you need it!

you two are a gothy witchy power couple who do tarot together and talk about astrology a lot, i just feel like that's where you two click the most

he also really respects that you like to push your comfort zone because he is the opposite LMFAO, but maybe you'll help inspire him <3

your fic :)

You woke up slowly with a yawn. The sunlight was pouring through your blinds and perfectly making little sun lines on your bed, leading your eyes to find Abbacchio curled up next to you, his purple lipstick smudged and long hair pulled into a lazy ponytail. He had a smile on his face as he gripped the sheets, clearly having a good dream. You smiled at him and pressed your lips to his cheek, making his long eyelashes flutter open. When he spotted you, he smiled and pulled you down next to him, making you rest your head on his shoulder. "Good morning," he yawned as he squeezed you close. "Morning." You said back, wrapping your arm around his waist. Mornings like these were perfect. There was nothing to bother you and nothing that could ruin this. Not even your cat who had somehow snuck into your room and laid on both of your laps causing you to fall asleep all over again.

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2023 @tonberry-yoda – do not repost or claim ANY of my work as your own! likes, reblogs, and comments are not only welcome, but appreciated <3

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[theharrowing]

I read the chapter with one eye open last night bcz the other eye got cream inside and was watery but anyway... EVEN WITH ONE EYE I AM STOKED AT HOW FABULOUS THIS ENTIRE CHAPTER WAS OMFG??? That gun sequence???? It was like watching a crossover between the fast and the furious and some 007 action movie sequence where they're chasing and shooting and escaping gahhhhh you wrote that part so amazingly.. The detailing was immaculate right from bullet vests, to how jungkook goes the back and sounds alarm to how the OC was close to literally having a panic attack. The way she gets to namjoon and he soothes her. The perfect calm to her internal storm at that moment.

Also tae with that katana I may need a future shirtless demo or something 👀 this is a very under utilised plot imo

The part where they're all as high as a kite lmaooo.. Honestly this entire sequence was well written. I could see the scenes unfold in front of me and I like that in any story I read.

Namjoon's bath sequence was so soft. That man is so gentle and as warm as a hot butter on toast when he has to be. Him calling yoongi as hubby is also so cute.

Yoongi is always such a gentle guy with OC. However I wish they would kind of settle in some boundary where they stand bcz weren't they fake engaged and now there's a whole poly Amory happy WHICH I'M HAPPY ABOUT BCZ THAT'S WHAT THE WORLD NEEDS. But where do they stand?

Jungkook and OC are gonna be so explosive and I have a feeling I'll be left very sensitive after reading it.. Will there be a taekook OC in the future while namgi 👀 and 👉👌

I kinda want OC to tell yoongi about Jin's proposition. And for them to finally test everyone's loyalty..

But hear me out mama.. A 2seok hard domming oc to convince her for taking out yoongi while yoongi hides in the corner and then kills JIN while man is still hard like??? *okay this is ridiculous... 😂 * but imagine dying with blue balls? Isn't that worse

I loved this chapter it was superior god tier fabulous just like you 😍

Where is Jimin though? Has he been set free? *pun pun*

😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 “but hear me out mama” took me out 😩😂😭😅 THE SEOKJIN BLUE BALL MURDER FANTASY LMAOOOOO i love it. alternate ending, coming this summer to a blog near you!!!!!

Jimin isn’t anywhere mysterious or dangerous, he’s just too delicate to be called to a gun fight. we’ll pretend he’s balls deep in some cutie at the club. 🥰😍

Yoongi and mc definitely do need to have a conversation!!! especially after all the complicated feelings in this chapter.

i’m so excited that everything read like an action film! these scenes are so difficult to write. i spent the most time while writing this chapter on those first scenes because i was worried about getting them right. 😍 thank you for letting me know what you think!!!!! I HOPE YOUR OTHER IS EYE IS GOOD, BESTIE!!!! thank you for reading with only one eye lololol. 💜💜💜💜💜💜

shirtless Tae with a katana does sound great. and there is a chance Jungkook and mc will be very explosive. but we’ll seeeeeeeee.

👁️👄👁️

[skhardwarevers2]

[put grief here please thanks] <- that is actually what I put in this draft so I knew what it was for omfg…

Intro as written in the original document:

It’ll never live up to ARTCON, sure–but one can try and try I will. 

If I ever figure out what this is about. It’s not a sequel to the incomprehensible slop that was ARTCON, I need a more coherent idea than that.

Okay, maybe it’s not a sequel to ARTCON but maybe heavily based on it and about N/A…thought stuff and what-not

The Unheard Point of View from Creature Feature: The Finale

[you know me, my writing is weird. If you’ve read and vaguely remember ARTCON it’s like that obviously.]

tags as written on my original post of this

[!!TW!!: BUGS, GORE, ORGANS, BODY HORROR, AND JUST REALLY CREEPY CRAWLY THINGS]

I remember(?) being awake for the first time. I couldn’t recall what had happened–I just knew that it hurt. It still did, does, and will(I would assume). It wasn’t the initial hit, the scissors were easy to handle. All they did was get caught in my chest for a while. What hurt more was them taking them out and leaving me there to bleed out. I tried to call out to him, but I didn’t. He’d know something was up, or maybe he didn’t care. I’m just a thorn in his side anyway, right? A painful reminder, a monstrous entity. I didn’t want to be but I was. It took everything in me not to retreat again, to that mental hell(literal hell). Agonizing pain and fear flooded my senses till I couldn’t figure out where I ended and the pool of blood that was staining the abyss began. It was dark, dark and cold. It felt too familiar. I was like a rat scratching at the walls, I didn’t know where I was–I just wanted out. I could hear my internal residents (bugs, wretched little things, just like me) complain about the poor condition. I couldn’t even do something as simple as provide shelter for these damned things, let alone my real job. Make my primary a better person and then die. A cold lonely terrible death. For a moment I swore I could hear something whisper in my ear–“we could fix that problem”. It was so enticing. To live. To be seen as something more than an animal’s corpse. Despite how my body began to rot in record time, chunks of my hair falling out and bits of my skin getting peeled away as I(?) writhed in pain. I wanted to speed up the process of dying but I didn’t want it to hurt. So I would tear and peel and scratch and pull myself apart and cry my terrible rotten tears as I could do nothing but hate myself. If I even count as a “my” or a “self”. I couldn’t even feel bad. Everything happening here was my own doing. Once again the voice came back into my head, this time I was certain it was real. “We can fix you,” they said. And I wanted it so desperately to be true. The abyss wrapped around me, like a cocoon. For a moment I was where I belonged. Safe. Warm. Protected. For a moment the pain stopped and I–for just this one moment–felt human. But no matter how well you treat an animal, one day you’re going to eat it. The abyss tore me open, completely gutting me. Showing me how disgustingly human I already was. Blood and guts spilled onto the floor. Nothing that surprising. I knew I had some sort of organs. It still hurt. It still was disgusting to look at. I couldn’t even scream. They had taken away my throat and my voice along with it. I wasn’t sure how I still managed to cry. And when I thought it was over, when I thought there was nothing else they could possibly tear out and mangle with their harsh hands and words(which had been muttering something about how wretched of a creature I was, something I had proved time and time again to be true)–they took my heart. Carefully ripping it from its spot in my chest, placing it in itself. It needed a new one, and promptly thanked me for my cooperation. In return they’d keep me here, in this state, my chest gaping open with veins and small organs that got stuck just sitting there like decorations. Inside of the abyss, who was now alive, thanks to me. At least I helped something. I was a part of something, some one. I understand the bugs

now. So reliant on something else for life that’s not as reliant on you. Because of a want to be part of something bigger. The Abyss, in some sort of attempt to keep me contained–reached into my brain to find the perfect place to put me. Slowly I was entrapped in those same bland walls that I hated. My mental hell turned literal hell. It’s what I deserved, likely. If I never showed up this wouldn’t have happened. I shouldn’t have pushed it trying to fix things beyond repair. If they were ever broken. Its hands (or at least two of them), stayed in my brain–needing that too to increase efficiency. For the first time in a while I didn't think. I just laid there on the cold, cold ground and wept for the sorry being that I’ve become (have always been). At some point there was no difference between the Abyss the Grief and me. Grief took over for both of us, as we tore apart the person who put me(us) in this situation. And after that we rested. Satisfied with having ripped them apart the same way they did me(us). At some point I stopped feeling any more of the pain from my primary. I didn’t think much of it, until I opened my eyes, like some terrible nightmare, to find myself right where I was before this happened. On the floor of the (dead) Abyss, bleeding out with a gaping hole in my chest. The bugs were back (empathetic this time). I always thought they never were there, but maybe the literal hell that formed before brought them back. They rejoined me, making my skin crawl in disgust for how inconsiderate we both were being, but at least I(?) wasn’t alone. I’d make it out of this place, even if it killed me. I tried to stand, but I could barely feel my legs. No matter. I’ll slowly inch my way closer and closer to my (former) primary day by day, week by week, month by month if I had to. Maybe then I’ll finally prove the point that I truly don’t want to die. Maybe then I’ll feel human. Maybe then I’ll truly be a reminder to him, not just a pest. Maybe.

[kuiinncedes]

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