#but sometimes I’ll be having strong reactions & I have to share them!

[juniperhillpatient]

ok I hate the protagonist’s best friend & her husband like they both went from “mildly annoying but I’ll give them a chance” to “please let the brother kill them” sooo fast. I’m obviously rooting for some twisted romance between this girl & her serial killer brother but if I can’t have that I at least hope she ends up with the hot young detective. no matter what tho I need the husband & the skanky bestfriend to die tho 🙏 like no matter what

[causenessus]

Biggest Sweethearts. | Haikyuu

inc. atsumu, oikawa + bokuto as an extra <3

written in 2nd pov

song recc: brooklynn baby by lana del ray

word count: 1244 words

summary: defending atsumu and oikawa against playboy allegations or in other words, the kind of partner each boy needs <3

ik i already lowkey went off and defended atsumu in that one post while i went crazy in windowless rooms for 12 hours that one day but i wanted to write the full thing <3 i have not posted written content in so long!! happy 900 followers <3 this has all been written in one night while my brain is giving out so i apologize

miya atsumu

atusmu needs someone who knows what he’s doing

he definitely wants a part in leading a relationship but he wants someone who he can fall back on and isn't expecting him to be like a full-time hotshot

he needs someone who loves him unconditionally, seeing past all the fronts he puts up and loves him past the douche he can sometimes act as/be

of course it’s fine if you tease him like his friends, he’d expecting nothing less, but falling for you means you’re someone he feels safe with

someone he feels comfortable enough to be soft around, someone he can come to after a long day and let his shoulders drop as he falls on top of you while you’re laying on the couch

he doesn’t feel like he has to maintain a facade of a man whose strong and acts like nothing ever phases him around you

like yes, he’s strong and makes a show of it for you all the time, but everyone needs a rest day <3

when you guys are at home together he’s actually pretty quiet

it’s all loving gestures and soft voices

hands wrapping around your waist while you’re in the kitchen and a murmured “i missed you” while he peppers kisses down your neck

he can be so loud around his friends and it’s part of an autopilot switch that just flips on being around them, and being loud is nothing bad

but if he needs your help with something while you’re both home, he’s never yelling for you

he’ll peek his head in, finding you laying on your shared bed

“babe?”

when you look up, he’s picking at the doorframe, quietly waiting a response

“if you’re not busy can you help me with something? it’s okay if you don’t want to”

you’re already getting up from the bed, softly pulling his hand off the doorway to hold it between both of yours, “of course i’ll help you, ‘tsumu, what do you need?”

biggest baby ever actually

he could never be with someone short term or do casual relationships and he really hates hookups

everything already feels so superficial to him besides volleyball, and he knows he’s eye candy but he wants to be more than that

he wants to be more than the shallow flirt his fans seem to obsess over

(of course he’s a big flirt, but his comments are reserved for you and you only <3)

falling for you means he’s found that in you; he’s found someone who sees him for who he really is and still loves him

oikawa tooru

tooru knows what commitment is

he knows that fruition will only come from time

if he wants something meaningful, he has to put effort into it. he isn't going to get that from messing around with a girl or nothing else

of course he accepted the gifts from his fan club and ate up their attention, but once he met you, it no longer meant anything to him

he wanted you to be wholly is, and him to be wholly yours

he would never do anything to make you think that he wants anyone else but you

he’s committed 100% to you which also means you also receive 100% of his flirting because he enjoys the reactions it gets out of you

and even when he teases you, his words are light and harmless; you can hear how much he loves you behind it all

honestly probably the best communicator ever because he wants to make sure you know how much he loves you

will text you about how he’s been asked to do a photoshoot with a model and then will write you an essay on how he’s not doing it because he’s interested in anyone else other than you and in fact, he’ll only be thinking of you during the shoot

his fan club made it a little hard for him to really accept or even know who he was, he wasn’t sure anyone would value him for anything other than his volleyball skills and looks

but you’ve stayed with him, seeming to find the positives in everything he’s done. even through the games he’s lost, and when he’s acting pessimistic and is isolating himself, you’ve stayed with him

you’ve talked him through the losses. when he’s curled up and turned away from you, mind drowning in thoughts of failure, your voice seems to break through everything

you take small steps towards him, telling him that you’re coming closer, and that if he wants you to leave at any moment then to tell you

but he never tells you to leave

he’ll lean into your touch, and he feels how much it quiets his head

as soon as he’s better he’s always apologetic for how he acted and he tells you how thankful he is for you while rubbing small circles on your skin

you always hush him with a kiss

“tooru, i’m not gonna get mad at you or leave you just because you lost a game and then understandably get upset. you’re always working so hard”

you silence his biggest fear

he needs someone who really sees him

you’ve never once failed to notice an accomplishment or how hard he’s working at something and that’s what he needs, rather than someone whose only with him for what he can give them or for something physical like his appearance/manners <3

extra!! bokuto koutarou

NOT a playboy but i just wanted to sort of hc the kind of person he needs in his life

amongst everyone who always seems to be “growing up” in the world, he needs someone who will still see the beauty and the color in the world

not here for anything that those people who are always posting about “look how successful i am at the age of 18” “here’s how to make an extra 10k a year” “you should be doing this, you shouldn’t be doing this…”

just wants to be happy with u <3

he needs someone who will still get excited with him over getting ice cream, looking at christmas lights, watching new episodes, and more <3

he knows money or whatever concerns of life people have will be solved and follow after happiness so he’s also definitely your biggest cheerleader

always advocatess for you to find things to do that you enjoy. hushes any concerns you have about how much it'll pay

"i've got it, baby. you do whatever you want. whatever makes you happy. and if volleyball somehow doesn't make enough i'll find a way :) maybe akaashi will let me help him with his editing"

will check in and make sure you’re always doing good

will always always always come over immediately to be with you if you’re not

he'll brings over food or distractions to give you company, never pressuring you to feel better immediately

it’s okay to stay and work through any feelings you’re having <3 there’s no rush, but he does want you to be feeling good so he’ll stay with you until you’re doing better and even after <3

life isn’t simple, he knows that, but there’s also no reason to overcomplicate it in his mind so he’ll never fail to get excited over new movies and getting to go out with you <3

paying bills and tax days are fun

(also he's definitely the kind to be like "we should just get married rn so we get those discounts")

you’re both fighting for your lives, the table is a mess, and while some couple next door is argued over taxes, you both have your heads in your hands

then you’re both looking up at each other

“i didn’t even know we got charged for having a phone” he whispers, absolutely horrified

“me neither,” you reply, just as confused

“do you wanna go watch wall e?”

“yes” you’re both already sliding out of your chairs, leaving the bills for another day

[heartsforseo]

Luffy x jealous reader

A/n: All of these are just fiction. You are pretty, lovely, and beautiful <?33 Word count: 600 Request are open Warning: insecure reader but Luffy is beige so he comforts u

ft: Luffy, Boa

Requested: <yes> <no>

You love Luffy, you really do. But God, he’s so dense it hurts. Right now, he’s being fed by none other than the Kuja Empress herself, Boa Hancock. She even learned how to cook meat, just for Luffy!

Yeah, you can stand your ground in terms of attractiveness. But with the most beautiful woman? Yeah no, you’d wither away like a speck of dust.

You’re glad that Boa finds Luffy attractive. But at the same time sad. Luffy is handsome and strong. It makes sense that he’ll need a partner that can be on his level. And well, you’re quite far from it.

It doesn’t help that Luffy is oblivious to all this! Yes, Luffy is way smarter than he looks. And yes, he can be serious sometimes. But what does he know about love? He’s like a newborn child when it comes to it. If it weren’t for Robin pushing him to confess, you would’ve imploded!

It also doesn’t help that when the pirate empress first saw you, she was…disgusted. And when she looked back at Luffy, her heart and eyes went back. Not to mention, you also had a lesser portion of food being given to you.

Finally having enough, you left the scene and went back to you and Luffy’s shared room. You contemplated whether to just sleep at the ship for the rest of the week or stay in the castle.

You lay down on the futon, looking at the blank ceiling. Light filled the corner of your eyes. Standing there was Luffy and meat in his mouth.

He entered the room and closed the door. The two of you were silent, and an uncomfortable aura filled the area. Luffy swallowed the meat whole and then spoke, “Are you ok, Y/n?” You shifted your body and positioned it to stare at Luffy. “Of course, why would you think that?”

He tilted his head to the side and crossed his arms, “Well you seemed down when we were eating…was it because I stole all your food?!” He laughed, “You gotta be quick next time, Y/n.”

“I guess so,” you said. Your voice was dry and had no feelings. You shifted your weight back to your original position, and once again, looked at the ceiling.

Luffy frowned at your reaction and used his gum-gum fruit to snatch you out of the bed.

You gave out a little squeak and gasped, “Luffy!”

“Are you mad at me, Y/n?” He asked, pouting, “I’ll try not to steal your food anymore, ok?”

You smiled a bit from his gestures, “I’m not mad at you, Luffy. Just tired.”

“Really? But we’re having fun downstairs.”

“Well, you can go back down, Luffy. I’m not gonna stop you.”

Luffy looked at you for a while and finally spoke, “Nah.” He held your bridal style and went to the futon. He put the two futons close together and dropped you on top.

“Luffy?”

“Sanji said that if a woman is sad then you should spend time with them. So, I’m gonna cuddle with you tonight, Y/n!” He gave you a flashy smile and wrapped his rubber arms around you three times.

Morning came and you woke up from the sun shining on your eyes. You looked beside you and noticed Luffy still asleep, his hair was a mess, his mouth was wide open, and his arms were tightly wrapped around you.

You blushed from what you remembered last night and opted to wake up Luffy. But, you never had a day as peaceful as this. And so, you went back from your sleep and embraced him, once again.

A/n: I just want to let you all know THIS is just a fictional story. You are of course perfect just the way you are <?33

[angelpink610]

You guys wanna know when the things I wished for, hoped for, visualized and manifested actually started to appear to me, to become my reality? When I understood and learned how to ENJOY THE PROCESS!

Let’s yap a bit… ;)

Us as immediate people in an immediate society end up focusing entirely on the results, we only see the things we wish for as results, as finish lines. What we fail to do is see the start line and the path that leads to the end.

I don’t want to sound corny, but it’s really all about that Hannah Montana movie song “The Climb”. We only think about how fast we will get there, how life will be when we get there, how happy it will be when we get there. Well, here’s the thing: if you’re not happy and grateful throughout the way, don’t even expect to be happy on the finish line. Our goals are not essentially what make us happy, they’re proofs of our capacity and work. What actually makes someone’s life happy and amazing, is the way that person behaves and conditions their mind WHILE chasing all of these dreams. It’s all about your methods, it’s all about your feelings, your reactions to the world, the way you act towards people. Don’t think you’ll be happy and achieve the greatest things when you live your life and answer to the world bitterly, in a rush, not paying much mind to it.

I know this is obvious, but just so that no one is confused and comes for me after: I’m not saying every day is going to be incredible, I’m not saying that you’re not allowed to be sad, angry, uncomfortable, jealous, disgusted. These are all perfectly normal and human emotions, and everyone should feel them—it just shows you’re alive. This concept of being 24/7 happy and grateful and “Oh my God, everything’s incredible all the time” it’s just not sustainable nor healthy (+, obviously, not real). What we should do, instead, is allow these emotions to be felt, and then act upon them understanding why they’re there and how we can soothe them, or make them a little less strong. For example, understand where your anger comes from, is it truly someone’s fault, why are we feeling it. Not block it, not try to stop it from being felt—but understand it. And then, after thinking (even meditating, if you like) about it, let it go, and let it be felt still, if you think it’s the right thing. Don’t ask too much of yourself always, sometimes we really just need to scream for a second on our pillow or shed a tear in our room. It’s perfectly alright and also healthy!

Have fun, make friends, create good memories with these friends, study, live your life to the fullest. Meet new people, go to new places, discover new music, books, art, movies that make you feel something. Laugh with people you love, create memories through pictures, do some risky things, you don’t need to always be so careful about everything. Some lesions make us stronger. And while you’re doing everything else, manifest your dreams, work towards it, put in the effort, visualize, believe you’re worth and destined for that, acknowledge you already have everything you need to get there and that, actually, you are already there.

Learn to actually live your life on the way to your dreams, not just survive the path. When you look at life with gratitude and love, life looks back—and you’ll feel it.

As always, you’re free to agree or disagree with me on the various topics I talk about. It’s my own experience and the way it’s been for me. Feel free to also share your stories on comments and/or reblogs! I’ll love to see it.

That’s it for today’s yapping session. Love, Seiko ♡

♡ borders credit: @anitalenia

[oliolioxenfreewrites]

OC Intro Interview with Raelin & Garrick

thank you @the-golden-comet for the tag! this is the one that was robbed from us last night, by faulty electronics (not my fault for not periodically saving... 👀💀) this was so so so much fun to write! these two are adisa's backbone. they show her that even though the darkness consumes her, she still has a bunch of light in her life...

This is a bit of a long one, but pls let me know any thoughts or reactions! Feedback is always appreciated as well 🫶🏾

Today, we have Garrick Bramwell and Raelin Vespera with us. Rick is a loyal warrior and protector, and Raelin is a fierce and guarded fighter. Both have been through immense hardship, yet they stand resilient and strong. Let’s dive into their thoughts and experiences.

The interview is a bit long, but so where the generations. I couldn't sums by

Interviewer: Welcome, Garrick and Raelin, you guys are from Syrithya, fraught with conflict and angering civilians against the tyrannical nobility. I’ll make sure to start with something light. What’s your favorite thing to do to avoid responsibility?

Rick: (smirking) Honestly, I like to disappear into the woods. It’s peaceful, and no one can find me there. There’s something about the solitude that helps me clear my mind and think about everything that’s been happening. It’s a way for me to escape the chaos, even if just for a little while.

Rae: For me, it’s a good sparring session. There’s nothing like the physical exertion to take my mind off things. Plus, it’s a productive way to avoid responsibility – I’m getting stronger and more prepared for whatever comes next. Sometimes, though, it’s just about finding a quiet spot and carving a piece of wood into something new.

Interviewer: If you could choose anyone in the world to be your sibling, who would it be?

Rick: (glancing at Rae) I think I’d choose someone like Rae. Tough, dependable. But Adisa is my sister in spirit, and that bond is stronger than anything blood could create. We’ve been through so much together, and that kind of history makes us inseparable.

Rae: I’d choose Rick, no question. He’s got your back, no matter what. But Adisa too, as weird as that would be considering… anyway, they both embody the kind of loyalty and strength I value. We’re a family forged by circumstances, and that’s sometimes stronger than anything else.

Interviewer: What is the most sublime thing you have ever eaten and why?

Rick: There was this roasted boar at a village feast once. Perfectly cooked, seasoned just right. I can still taste it. It wasn’t just the food, though; it was the sense of community, the laughter and stories shared around the fire. It’s those moments of peace that stick with you.

Rae: Freshly caught fish, grilled over an open fire. Simple but unforgettable. There’s something about the taste of food you’ve caught and prepared yourself. It’s honest and pure, a reminder of simpler times and the satisfaction of self-sufficiency.

Interviewer: What was the worst day of your life?

Rick: The night of the attack on Zyx. I lost everything. Seeing the village burn, hearing the screams, and feeling helpless I tried to save as many as I could. It was the night that changed everything, it took away my family and my sense of security.

Rae: The night my village was razed. Changed everything. I was only 15 dude, I had to grow up fast—too fast. (there's a brief pause as Raelin clears her throat) Learning to survive on my own. It was a baptism by fire, and it’s left scars that I carry with me to this day.

Interviewer: What’s your worst nightmare?

Rick: Losing those I care about and not being able to protect them. That feeling of helplessness is something I never want to experience again. It’s what drives me to keep fighting, to keep getting stronger.

Rae: I’d have to agree. But also, becoming like the people we fight against. I fear losing my humanity, bro. Like becoming a soulless husk, in the pursuit of frivolity. It’s a fine line, and it’s easy to cross without realizing it; Kirjani had no choice, she was put through a hellish experience. I don’t fault her in the slightest.

Interviewer: If a monster asked you your worst nightmare, what would you tell it and why?

Rick: I’d tell it the truth. Fear of losing loved ones. Monsters thrive on fear, and it’s best to face it head-on. Acknowledging your fears gives you power over them, rather than letting them control you.

Rae: I wouldn’t give it the satisfaction. I’d probably laugh and tell it to find someone else to scare. Giving a monster your fears is like giving it a weapon. I’d rather keep my fears to myself and use them to fuel my strength.

Interviewer: Would you give away secret information if tortured? Be honest.

Rick: (serious) I’d like to say no, but everyone has a breaking point. It’s about how long you can hold out and what you can do to protect those secrets as long as possible. I’d resist as much as I could, for as long as I could, especially if it meant protecting Adisa.

Rae: I feel the same, but I’d hold out as long as I could. Torture breaks everyone eventually, but the key is to hold out long enough to find another way out, to protect those you care about for as long as possible.

Interviewer: Who could you trust most with a secret?

Rick: Adisa. Always. We’ve been through too much together. There’s a bond there that’s unbreakable, and I know she’d protect any secret with her life.

Rae: Lena. Without a doubt. Her loyalty and friendship is unwavering, and I know she’d keep my secrets safe, just as I have always kept hers.

Interviewer: You have been caught somewhere you shouldn’t be! Quick, what is your excuse?

Rick: (laughing) I was just making sure everything was secure. Can’t be too careful. I’d try to make it seem like I was there for a reason, to avoid suspicion and buy myself some time.

Rae: I’d just say I was lost. People usually believe a lost traveler. It’s a simple excuse, but sometimes the simplest explanations are the most believable.

Interviewer: How good is your sleep schedule?

Rick: Not great. Nightmares don’t help. The past has a way of haunting you when you close your eyes, and there are always things to worry about, plans to make, and people to protect.

Rae: Nonexistent. Always on edge. Sleep is a luxury when you’re constantly on guard, but you learn to take rest when you can, even if it’s just a few minutes here and there.

Interviewer: Do you have any siblings? If so, is your relationship good?

Rick: Adisa is like a sister to me. Our bond is strong, even if it’s not by blood. We look out for each other and support each other. She’s my family.

Rae: No blood siblings, but Rick and Adisa are my chosen family. We’ve built a bond that’s just as strong, if not stronger, than any blood ties.

Interviewer: What’s the toughest time you had to endure growing up?

Rick: The transition from childhood to warrior. The training was brutal. But it was necessary. It taught me discipline, strength, and the importance of protecting those who can’t protect themselves.

Rae: Same. Learning to fend for myself after losing everything. It was a trial by fire, but it made me who I am today. Stronger, tougher, and ready for anything.

Interviewer: What’s your relationship with your family like?

Rick: My parents are gone, but the memories are good. Adisa and I are like family now. We support each other through everything, and that bond is unbreakable.

Rae: My family is gone. But Rick and Adisa fill that void. They’re my family now, and I’d do anything to protect them.

Interviewer: Do you have any hobbies? If so, what ones?

Rick: Woodworking. It’s calming. There’s something therapeutic about creating something with your hands, something tangible and lasting.

Rae: Hunting and carving wood figures. It’s a way to clear my mind and focus on something other than the battles we face. Plus, it’s practical.

Interviewer: Do you dream often? What do you dream about?

Rick: Too often. Mostly about the past. The things I’ve lost, the people I couldn’t save. But also about a better future, one where we’re free from fear and tyranny.

Rae: Same here. The past and what the future holds. Dreams can be a way to process what’s happened, but they can also be a source of hope.

Interviewer: Have you ever been in love?

Rick: (pausing, glances over at Rae without turning his head to avoid eye contact) Yes, once. But things changed. We grew apart, and now we’re just good friends. Adisa will always hold a special place in my heart, but Kirjani and I both knew it wasn’t meant to be.

Rae: (glaring at Rick) Yes. It’s complicated. Love isn’t always straightforward, and sometimes it’s about finding a balance between your feelings and your responsibilities.

Kirjani: (appearing out of the dark corner of the room where the ceiling lights casts shadow) Aww, how sweet! I didn’t know you two were such romantics. Lena is gonna be so mad at you two for holding back on her for so long? Rae, you didn't answer the question. Who's the lucky one?

Rae: (blushing slightly) Ani? This completely mysterious person; you must know... it’s someone who challenges me, who sees past my defenses. Someone who’s strong but has a gentle heart. Ani1, I mean it that’s all you’re getting out of me.

Kirjani: (smiling with all 101 torture hijinks in mind) Well, well, looks like we have a mystery on our hands. Don't worry, Rae, your secret is safe with us. For now. Her archetype is a hybrid sorceresses, lunatic and trickster. Explicitly on no

Rick: (chuckling) You know she isn't gonna let this go now, Rae.

Rae: (rolling her eyes but smiling) I know, but some things are worth keeping close to the chest.

Kirjani: (grinning) Oh, come on, Rae. We all have our secrets. But you know I’m here for you, no matter what.

Interviewer: Well, that certainly adds some intrigue... doesn't it? Let’s continue. What is your least favorite thing in the world?

Rick: Injustice. Can’t stand it. Seeing people suffer because of those in power infuriates me. It’s why I fight.

Rae: Cruelty. Especially towards the innocent. There’s no excuse for it, and it’s something I will never tolerate.

Interviewer: What is your biggest pet peeve?

Rick: People who don’t listen. When you’ve seen what we’ve seen, you know how important it is to pay attention to the details.

Rae: Hypocrisy. People who say one thing and do another. It’s infuriating.

Interviewer: Would you consider yourself different?

Rick: Definitely. My experiences have shaped me in ways I never expected. I’ve had to adapt, to become stronger, to survive. It’s made me different, but it’s also made me who I am.

Rae: Same here. Different, but stronger. My past has forged me into a fighter, someone who won’t back down.

Interviewer: How far would you go to save a loved one?

Rick: As far as it takes. No limits. I’d sacrifice anything to protect those I care about, especially Adisa.

Rae: All the way. No hesitation. Family, whether by blood or bond, is everything.

Interviewer: Would you team up with your worst enemy if it was your only option?

Rick: If it meant saving lives, yes. Sometimes you have to make tough choices for the greater good.

Rae: I would. But I’d be watching my back. Trust is hard to come by, but sometimes you don’t have a choice.

Interviewer: What is the worst insult you can give?

Rick: Calling someone a coward. It strikes at their core.

Rae: Traitor. Nothing worse than betrayal.

Interviewer: What is the nicest thing someone could say to you?

Rick: That I made a difference. Knowing that my actions had a positive impact means everything.

Rae: That I’m trusted. Trust is earned, and it’s the highest compliment.

Interviewer: Are you a jealous person?

Rick: Not really. I’ve learned that jealousy is a waste of energy.

Rae: I can be, dude! I try my best not to let it show. It’s a human emotion, but it’s better to focus on what you can control.

Interviewer: Have you ever committed a crime?

Rick: Depends on your definition of crime. I’ve broken laws to protect others, but I stand by my actions.

Rae: Same. In some eyes, yes. But it’s about survival and justice.

Interviewer: Are you neat or messy?

Rick: Neat. Can’t stand chaos. Order helps me think clearly.

Rae: A bit of both. Depends on the situation. Sometimes you need order, other times you need flexibility.

Interviewer: How do you feel about crying? Let it out or hold it in?

Rick: Hold it in. But sometimes it’s necessary. It’s a release, a way to process emotions.

Rae: Let it out. It’s healing. Holding it in only makes it worse.

Interviewer: Who do you live for? Why?

Rick: For those I care about. They’re my reason. Adisa, especially. She’s my anchor.

Rae: My chosen family. Lena is like a baby sister to me. Rick, the older brother I never wanted. (she playfully elbows him hard in the stomach causing him to wince). And of course, the beautiful and sometimes... disturbing, Kirjani Channing. They give me purpose and strength.

Interviewer: Who has betrayed you most?

Rick: The nobility. They took everything. Their betrayal is what fuels my fight.

Rae: Same. They’re the root of all my pain. Their actions have shaped my path.

Interviewer: What style of accessories do you wear? Is it willingly?

Rick: Practical stuff. Weapons, tools. It’s all about function.

Rae: I would have to agree again, practicality over fashion.

Interviewer: Thank you both for your time. This has been enlightening.

Rick: Anytime.

Rae: Thank you, this was fun. Glad to share.

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How would the Ganondorfs (Wind Waker, Ocarina of Time, Twilight Princess, Hyrule Warriors, and Tears of the Kingdom) & Demise react to their SO going through a depressive cycle?

Each Ganondorf and Demise would have their own unique approach to handling their significant other’s struggle with depression, adapting their personalities and strengths to support them in whatever way they could. Here’s how each might react to their loved one’s challenges and how they’d try to be there for them, however uncharacteristic it may seem.

Wind Waker Ganondorf: The Tragic King

Wind Waker Ganondorf has a hidden softness, though he’s loath to show it openly. When he notices his significant other’s depressive cycle, he approaches it with a quiet, steady support. He doesn’t fully understand the depths of their sorrow, but he sympathizes, recalling his own struggles in the harsh desert sands.

Reaction: At first, he sits beside them without words, simply offering his presence. He brings them food or water without asking, even cooking something simple when needed. If they don’t eat, he doesn’t push but leaves it there, a quiet insistence that he’s there to provide what they need. Over time, he begins to share his own thoughts, trying to distract them with stories of the desert or Hyrule. If they allow, he’ll offer a gentle hand to guide them out of bed, not forcing them but helping them stand if they’re ready.

“The world has a weight on it, yes… but we are here to carry it together. Take my hand. You don’t have to do this alone.”

Ocarina of Time Ganondorf: The Ruthless Conqueror

Ocarina of Time Ganondorf is initially bewildered by his significant other’s struggles. Emotions that are too overwhelming, like sadness, are things he usually wields as anger. His instinct is to shake them out of it—until he realizes that force won’t work here. For the first time, he’s forced to confront emotions he can’t simply command away.

Reaction: He adopts a “fix it” approach, trying to identify any specific causes for their depression. If he discovers external stresses, he’ll immediately try to eradicate or control them to bring them peace. When that doesn’t fix the core of the issue, he’s frustrated but unwilling to leave their side. He eventually learns patience, staying by them and shielding them from responsibilities, enemies, or anyone who demands their attention. He will use his power to make sure they don’t have to worry about anything.

“You rest, and let me handle it. Anything, anyone that would burden you—I’ll handle them personally.”

Twilight Princess Ganondorf: The Calculating Tyrant

Twilight Princess Ganondorf is perceptive enough to recognize what’s going on, though he’s unsettled by seeing his normally strong, spirited partner lose their drive. He’s initially unsure how to proceed but, after observing them for a while, decides to be pragmatic about the situation.

Reaction: He begins by bringing order to their life, subtly reintroducing small routines. He’ll set out their clothes, run a bath for them, and sometimes sit nearby to make sure they eat something. If they’re up for it, he’ll offer to take them on short walks, seeing the fresh air as medicine. With a gentleness he rarely shows, he sits with them in silence, his hand a steady presence on theirs. He sees it as his responsibility to help them keep going, and he’ll commit as much time as they need.

“You may lean on me for as long as necessary. I am unshakable, and you are my reason for strength.”

Hyrule Warriors Ganondorf: The Warlord

Hyrule Warriors Ganondorf reacts to his significant other’s depression with visible distress. The sight of them struggling ignites a protective instinct in him, but he realizes he cannot charge headfirst into their mind and fight away their sadness. It frustrates him, yet he refuses to leave them to suffer.

Reaction: He initially tries to distract them with small outings, offering gifts of new weapons or treasures, thinking a show of strength will inspire them. When this fails, he turns his strategy to fierce devotion, doing everything he can to shield them from the world. He stays close, silent but vigilant, bringing them anything that might comfort them. If they need it, he’ll gather their favorite things, even if it means searching distant lands. In his own gruff way, he reassures them that they’re important to him, and he’ll do anything to see them smile again.

“You think I’d let you be defeated by something so intangible? I’ll break whatever holds you down—no matter what it is.”

Tears of the Kingdom Ganondorf: The Corrupted Demon King

Tears of the Kingdom Ganondorf is familiar with darkness, both external and internal. He’s unnerved by seeing someone he cares for become consumed by their own sorrow, but he knows well that some struggles must be faced in one’s own time. Rather than forcing cheer, he stays close, ready to support them when they ask.

Reaction: His approach is gentle yet firm. He draws the curtains to let in sunlight, lights their space with candles to bring warmth, and encourages them to eat and drink, often staying nearby as they do so. If they don’t want to speak, he lets them rest their head against him, comfortable in the silence. When they show signs of engaging with the world, he praises their efforts subtly, helping them see progress even in small things. Though he is stoic, he will allow himself rare displays of affection, showing he’s not only a powerful presence but a steady, caring one.

“I am the lord of darkness, and I know its depths. Yet, you will find that I am also your light, and I will remain here until you are ready to rise.”

Demise: The God of Destruction

Demise has little experience with vulnerability—his entire being thrives on power and domination. He finds it difficult to understand his significant other’s suffering, but he recognizes their pain as something he cannot simply crush. This paradox intrigues him, and he feels compelled to help them emerge from it.

Reaction: His method is to give them space while keeping a watchful eye. He is not one for tender words, but he’s fiercely protective, standing guard and making it clear he will strike down anything that bothers them. On rare occasions, he’ll sit by them in silence, offering no words but a solid, grounding presence. He might bring them small things from his territory, like a precious stone or a wildflower, showing he’s thinking of them even if he’s silent. Though he doesn’t fully grasp the depths of their sadness, he respects their strength for enduring it.

“Whatever weighs on you—know that I will not allow it to overcome you. You are the chosen companion of Demise, and we will stand unbroken.”

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Familia Cuddles

This is a request for @bunson-burner they asked for a Bilbo and a fem reader family member. Where hobbits cuddle a lot and the Dwarves think they are married instead of family. And confusion abounds. Plus the hobbits have tails.

Alright so, sorry that this took as long as it did. I rewrote it like several times before I liked it. I truly hope you like it and that it is what you were after.

Warnings: No warnings

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You and Bilbo had been with the dwarves for a while now, they appeared to have gotten use to your tails which was good considering the initial reaction they each had. Not many outside of hobbits knew that the peaceful race all had tails, they weren’t all the same they ranged from rabbit like tails to more feline ones like you and Bilbo had. Some even had more bird like tails but those were rare. Though so too were the feline tails that were more akin to big cats rather then small domestic ones. You and Bilbo both had tails that could have easily belonged to a large cat that made it’s home in the mountains, they were sleek and strong, the fur matching the colour of your hair. Bilbo’s a gorgeous golden colour and yours a little darker in hue.

It had taken a while for the dwarves you accompanied to get used to seeing your tails, Ori had had an endless number of questions regarding them but once you and Bilbo had mentioned that most of the answers weren’t something that could be shared outside the race of hobbits he had stopped. Though Bilbo had been happy to discuss certain aspects of the tails, such as the fact that only family and loved ones were allowed to help groom and touch the tails, which apparently the dwarves shared in regards to their hair and beards. Ori had grown curious when you had added that a hobbit’s hair wasn’t held in the same regard and anyone could touch a hobbits hair but the hair on a hobbits feet was also special.

You had caught the younger dwarves Fili and Kili whispering amongst themselves sometimes but had decided to ignore it, you focused mostly on Bilbo trying to make sure he was okay. You had been the one to convince him to come, for he knew you couldn’t be convinced to leave the dwarves to their adventure to take back their home and there was no way he could leave you alone with them. He was no longer like he was when you two were children, he was more frightful now. Too use to the comforts your home had given the both of you.

“Y/N, would you be able to help Bombur with supper tonight?” Balin asked as he came to a stop beside the two hobbits. He stared for a moment, taking in how you were slowly helping Bilbo pick out grass seeds from the hair on his feet while he was doing the same to your tail. His own tail seemed to be wrapped around your waist.

“Oh of course,” you smiled up at the gentle old dwarf. “Give me a moment, I am nearly finished and then I’ll go and wash up.”

“Thank you, Bombur is still getting everything ready and waiting on the lads to come back with some rabbits,” Balin smiled before walking away to join his brother and Thorin as they looked over a map of the area.

“They seem rather cosy,” Dwalin muttered pointing his chin at the two hobbits who now were smiling gently at each other as Bilbo’s tail slowly unwrapped itself from around the hobbit lass’ waist as she wondered off towards the river near their camp to clean up. “They would do well to keep such things more private.”

“I agree, he should have left her at home,” Thorin added on. “A soft hobbit is enough to have to keep an eye on but a hobbit lass? She’ll merely be a distraction, the road is no place for a wife.”

Fili and Kili chose that moment to walk in past their uncle, they shared a look at the mention of a wife. They had of course had a theory that Y/N was Bilbo’s wife what with how much they groomed each other’s tails and feet, not to mention how much they cuddled during the night. Of course the dwarves huddled together when they slept when it was cold but the hobbits cuddled before sleep and it hadn’t gotten cold enough for the families to huddle together.

“Mr Boggins must really not want to be without his wife if he was willing to bring her along on a dangerous quest,” Kili muttered.

“Perhaps it is the other way around, she appears to be tougher than her husband,” Fili countered.

“What are you two conspiring about?” Bombur asked suspiciously as the two of them handed over the rabbits they had managed to capture.

“Who says we are conspiring, Mr Bombur?” Fili asked eyebrow raised.

“And when are you not?” Bombur countered. “When you two lads are whispering together it means nothing good.”

The two young dwarves rolled their eyes at the big cook, opening their mouths to continue arguing when they saw you coming up behind Bombur.

“Oh that’s an amazing number of rabbits the two of you managed to get,” you smiled so sweetly at the two dwarves that felt themselves melt a little. Your tail was swishing behind you in excitement. “Thank you for your hard work out there boys.”

“Of course Mrs Baggins,” Fili grinned bowing a little.

“Mrs-?” you started confused but before you could ask Fili the two dwarves had wondered off leaving you standing next to Bombur who only shook his head when you turned to him.

“Ignore them, little lass,” he smiled at you. “Would you mind skinning these or would you rather cut the few vegetables we have?”

“I believe it is my turn to skin them,” you said taking the rabbits from him and the offered knife to skin and gut the rabbits.

 Bombur smiled as he watched you get to work, himself and his brother and cousin had taken the most liking to you and Bilbo, apart from Ori of course. You worked hard and while Bilbo was a little more flighty, Bilbo enjoyed helping where he could, and conversing with Bofur and Bifur. The two hobbits strived hard to be able to talk with his cousin, something not many of their own kind would do. That alone made the two of you alright in his books. And he couldn’t begrudge either of you for not wanting to be alone on the road, having kin with you would make the quest easier especially for the married hobbits who appeared to not have any children. He couldn’t imagine what it would be like if you had stayed in your home, while Bilbo had left to help them. He focused his attention back onto his own tasks for the dinner, while you hummed softly.

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It was quiet around the fire that night after dinner and the dwarves on clean up duty had finished their tasks. Bofur was playing softly on his pipe eyes clued on the two hobbits who were once again huddled together, their tails intertwined as Bilbo braided your hair for the night. He could just make out the soft whispers of conversation between the two of you. The gentle smiles and the soft way you both looked at each. He found it all rather sweet, which made how you acted around Dwalin all the more confusing to him, though he doubted if any of the other dwarves had picked up on the way the little hobbit lass blushed and seemed to struggle to speak when the big dwarf was around.

Bofur stopped playing as a grin formed on his face. It had been a bit peaceful lately the dwarf princes had not caused too much mischief lately and he knew the kind he was about to stir would be harmless…mostly. He thought the hobbits might get a little flustered if he started in on them and their relationship.

"Master Baggins, a question if you would?” he started calling out to get everyone’s attention.

“Yes,” Bilbo looked a little cautious as he put the finishing touches on your hair. He moved away from you a little focusing on Bofur. You patted his arm, your tail tightening around his but you were curious what Bofur had planned, that look in his eyes told you that it could be interesting.

“Go easy on the lad,” Bombur muttered to his brother but made no move to stop him.

“I’m curious how hobbits court,” he started.

“Oh!” Bilbo lit up, he enjoyed discussing hobbit court traditions. “Well, as I’m sure you won’t be surprised but flowers are very important to hobbits and how we court. The different stages of courting involve different bundles of flowers. My favourite part is when the courting pair decide they wish to marry, they both create flower crowns made up of the others favourite flowers, they then make a, well, I suppose the best way to explain it is a cuff for their tails which is made up of a combination of both parties favourite flowers, entwined to represent the two of them joining together. There are of course other things involved but the flowers are the main part.”

“That sounds romantic!” Ori gushed. Bofur’s grin grew, Bilbo had lead himself exactly where Bofur had hoped he would, allowing him to ask his next question without it seeming to planned.

“So, what flowers did you two use?” he asked wagging his eyebrows. “And who initiated the courting? I bet it was you lass, aye, Bilbo took too long to pluck up the courage?”

You had just taken a sip of your water skin which you proceeded to spit out everywhere and cough into your hand. Bilbo patted your back trying to help his tail moving behind him rapidly, while yours had gone flat.

“What?” you asked, voice strained, eyes wide with confusion as you stared at Bofur, you looked around the fire to see all the dwarves watching you and Bilbo expectantly. The two of you shared a look of confusion, Bilbo shrugged his own wide eyes staring into yours. “Why would we have exchanged flower crowns and cuffs?”

“Because you’re his wife,” Kili answered his voice sounded both confused and confident at the same time.

“Wife?!” Bilbo shouted standing up the fur on his tail had puffed up as his sputtered. You winced moving away slightly from him, the sharpness of his voice hurting your sensitive ears. “Y/N isn’t my wife. We’re not married.”

“You have the same last name,” Fili pointed out.

“Yes, because we are family,” you said brows furrowed. “We’re twins. I know we don’t look exactly alike but everyone has been able to tell we’re related.”

The was a moment of silence, Bilbo was still standing his hands fluttering around trying to calm himself down, you had tilted your head to the side to utterly confused as to why the Dwarves would think you were married but not able to work it out.

“The two of you are incredibly close,” Balin started, his voice soft and a little delicate, as if he was afraid of offending the two of your further. “You’re always, well, cuddling for a lack of another word and helping groom your tails and feet.”

“Yes, of course we do, we’re family!” Bilbo exclaimed.

“Bilbo, hush,” you tugged on his arm pulling him down. “Shouting won’t help any. Hobbits are extremely affectionate and touchy, especially with our family. And our family are included in the list of people who can groom our fur and feet.”

“All hobbits cuddle as much with family as you two do?” Dwalin grumbled. You looked at the gruff dwarf, your cheeks finally flushing in embarrassment.

“We lost our parents when we were young,” Bilbo defended, he didn’t take kindly to people questioning how affectionate the two of you were. “We only had each other, so yes I suppose we are closer but there is nothing wrong with it. Thank you all very much.”

“Sorry lad,” Bofur said. He truly felt bad for bringing this all up. “I truly didn’t mean anything by what I said. I’m sorry for your loss as well.”

Bilbo nodded his head, his tail wrapping around yours to offer you comfort. You smiled softly at your brother, in Hobbiton everyone knew the two of you were close, that the two of you had only each other to comfort each other after the Fell Winter. No-one ever questioned it and the fact that the dwarves did, well, it hurt a little. The dwarves looked at the hobbits a little closer, ignoring the tails to focus on your faces. They thought it a little odd that Bilbo didn’t have a beard but the two of you did look very similar. The same kind of nose, your eyes were different colours but there was a resemblance around them. They all felt a little foolish that they hadn’t noticed it before.

“So, Y/N isn’t married?” Kili asked pipping up.

“No I’m not,” you answered voice a little less energised then before.

“That’s-” Fili started eye glinting.

“Enough for tonight,” Thorin’s deadly calm voice interrupted his nephew. “The hobbits have already been questioned enough. Leave them.”

You sent a smile Thorin’s way, not caring if he had interrupted for his own reasons. You were not interested in hearing what the two mischievous princes at to say. At least not tonight. Thorin stared at you for a faint moment before nodding once and turning away back to the discussion he was having with Balin and his brother.  The rest of the dwarves slowly focused on other things as well, leaving the two hobbits alone. Bofur was the last to turn his attention away, he felt horrible that he made his two friends feel uncomfortable and he tried to think of a way he could make it up to them. As he turned his attention away he noticed that Dwalin kept glancing towards you, his gruff expression a little different to normal. Bofur smiled picking up his pipe again as another plan started to form.

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Hello! Mama Emeritus anon here. So glad I finally caught your box! I'll try to be specific this time. Let's presume that Papas I-III are not dead. Somehow, Nihil has finally sired the little girl he has always wanted. How do the Papas I-IV deal with having a little sister so much younger than them? What activities do they like to do with her? etc. Thank you!

Thank you for resubmitting! I hope these are what you are looking for! :) 

I’m going to go back and forth with names, but expect each Papa to be called Papa and Primo/Secondo/Terzo for ease. I’ll call the daughter Mama for this, as I don’t want this to read so much as an OC and more like an open template for a character type. 

I normally write as if all the Papas are still alive, but I’m going to add some background for this particular prompt. In this situation, all of the Papas are not only alive but know Copia is their baby brother. Copia is still getting used to being a part of the family after being estranged. The new baby’s prime mover in this scenario is only present sometimes; as prime movers have a choice to raise their children or let them be solely adopted by the Emeritus. 

I also included their reactions and jumping around a little to ages. 

Papa’s with a New Baby Sister 

Papa Nihil + Sister Imperator: Papa Nihil is so ecstatic to have a little baby girl, his youngest even if he was practically ancient! The only thing, thankfully, keeping him alive is that this was a child APPROVED by Sister Imperator. No one is quite sure why she would allow Nihil to have one more child when she wants Copia to succeed so badly. Speculation includes needing an extra heir in case of her son’s failure or that the ministry DEMANDED one more heir… after all, none of the boys have sired children yet. Nihil didn’t mind any gender, he’s just happy to be a new dad again! Nihil is much more mellow and attentive to his daughter (much to the annoyance of all of his children.) Sister is also quite pleased that there is a new potential Mama, if not the next Imperator. Imperator is much more relaxed raising the child than she was with Copia. Nihil dotes on her but Imperator is definitely the disciplinarian. Mama is going to be raised by Sister to rule with an iron fist and take no shit! 

Papa I: Does what he’s always done and immediately dedicates some of his time to being her mentor. Papa was NOT happy Nihil decided to have another child for many reasons. The Grandpapa being more relaxed as an old codger did not put Primo at ease. Papa takes his job as the eldest and most gifted of the Emeritus brothers very seriously. He vows to raise and teach Mama the way he did for his two brothers (except Copia for obvious reasons.) Papa was both there during the birth and conducted her unholy baptism ceremony. There was never doubt in his mind he could love her, as he loved all of his brothers and their shared bond. He’s a firm but knowledgeable mentor to her from her grade school days. They usually bonded over her favorite school subjects and his willingness to pause his Papal duties to tutor her. Papa had the same sense of pride for when she graduates seminary, takes her vows, and eventually becomes Mama. 

Papa II: Absolutely wanted nothing to do with Mama when she was born. It was nothing personal, but she is Nihil’s problem and responsibility. Papa already has to deal with Copia being dragged into their dysfunctional family. As a Papa he just sent the congratulatory bottle of wine and flower arrangement. If it wasn’t for Primo asking, Papa would have ignored his new sister altogether. Secondo eventually came around when Mama was a toddler. He won’t admit it, but she was damn adorable. Though the two don’t have as strong of a relationship until she is out of Seminary as an adult. That’s when Papa feels he can bond with her and have actual conversations. He slowly goes from a distant uncle like figure to a proper brother. Papa gives her much needed unbiased advice, and typically serves it blunt and without babying her. Which is appreciated the higher she climbs the ministry ladder. Papa will never admit that he’s happy to watch her grow into a strong and capable Mama, despite having an idiot for a father. Fun fact, he taught Mama how to drive and gifted her her first car from his own collection.   

Papa III: Papa was a huge brat about it at first, even if he tried to hide it. He was used to being the baby of the family for almost six decades before Copia showed up. Now he has to be the MIDDLE child?? Despite being told to act like a grown man, Papa insists he won’t care about the baby AT ALL! He will be nice, he will just not take on Nihil’s newest child… until he holds her for the first time. Papa is instantly smitten with his baby sister, almost like she was his own daughter! Gushing about how she was adorable and HE was going to give her the life she deserved. Papa is a very attentive and loving big brother, almost like a second dad. He never wanted his own children and this is like his chance to have one. He’s there for almost every milestone and spoils the shit out of Mama. From matching outfits, to shopping trips, to traveling. Even to the not so fun times of heart break, of question faith and her place in the world. Papa just wants her to have the father figure he never did. They do everything together (which is both convenient AND annoying to Nihil.) His favorite is taking her out for ice cream so they can talk. He does this even when she’s an old lady and he’s practically ancient. 

Papa IV/Copia: Admittedly, this was very difficult for him and somewhat bittersweet. The news of Nihil’s Mover having a child put him through a bit of a self doubt spiral. Copia felt very pushed out when he was barely in the family to begin with. Now he’s being replaced? Copia still went to the birth to meet his new sister. He didn’t want to hold her but the moment he did his heart changed. There was still the conflict of wanting to get rid of an heir that could take his place… but Copia wanted to be a better big brother. Copia wanted to help love and raise a baby sister that would NEVER have to go through the pain and loneliness he did. Even as a toddler, Mama has Copia wrapped around her finger. He is there for crayon coloring, tea parties, and taking her to get candy and toys. The little princess wants for NOTHING as long as he’s around! Their bond grows closer when she’s a teenager. Copia is the brother she confides her insecurities and fears too, as he’s so much more open about his own.

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Heavy and Medic Switch

Basically, how I view Heavy and Medic’s intimate relationship in a nutshell.

This was sort of based on a post that I heavenly agreed on but I also wanted to put my two cents in here. This is gonna be a long post about my journey with this couple.

https://www.tumblr.com/the-sound-of-progress/719703522999959552/i-just-wanna-say-youre-completely-changing-the?source=share

Let me explain: 

There has been a silly little debate about what activities Heavy and Medic do behind closed doors, especially their roles/positions. 

On one hand, there’s Team Heavy: he’s big, strong, and intimidating. He can rock your world (as well as your bed). On the other hand, there’s Team Medic: he’s professional, insane, and sadistic. He can take your breath away (as well as your virginity). 

Team Heavy has been there since the very beginning since he’s viewed and portrayed as the more “masculine” and “dominating” man. He may know a thing or two about sex (or not since Heavy spent most of his life in the Gulag, idk). 

Throughout the years, Team Medic has been sprinkled in from time to time since he may have more experience in this field (or not since he may be focused on his experiments, idk). He’s got a few tricks up his sleeves and may be skilled with techniques. 

Anyways, I’ve seen and heard from both sides, so I’ll tell you a thing or two from my experience.

When I first got into TF2 and was interested in HeavyMedic, I assumed that Heavy was like the oldest merc just because of his voice, height, and strength. (I’m stupid to think that’s what it means to be old and how they should be.) I was then wrong to find out that it may be either Spy or Medic (idk which tho). But I thought that it was a pretty interesting dynamic to have a serious, tall younger man and a crazy, shorter older man in a relationship and I think that’s pretty cute. 

Now when it came to same-sex relationships in smut art or fanfics, most people prefer the older masculine man to top since it’s more hotter, I guess. Back then, I enjoyed it but whenever I see or read a fanfic where it’s the opposite, I love it even more and I wasn’t sure why. Is it because the dominant one gets a taste of his own medicine or is it because I enjoy the reactions he gives or even both? I thought it was because the younger one finally gets to have a go at it. And ever since then, I clinged on to it and preferred it even more than the norm or majority.

And like I said, when I got into HeavyMedic, I was Team Medic, because I thought that Heavy is older and I wanted Medic to top (until I realized I was stupid). Ok, Heavy is younger and topping Medic so that means I enjoy it, right? Well... yes and no. Yes, because it was interesting to read and I enjoyed reading it, and no, because... well... I hate to say this but... 

It just gets repetitive.

I then ask myself, “What’s wrong? Why don’t I enjoy it as much as I used to anymore?” Is it because Heavy is bigger? Stronger? More masculine? Just what is it? Or is it because Medic is my main and my favorite character (Heavy’s my second favorite character, btw so aww) and I want him to have a piece of Heavy’s cake for once? Or maybe I’m just biased, I guess, idk. That could be the case until I read some fanfics that contains Medic and another person (let’s say Engie since I like the pairing tho not as much as HeavyMedic) and I noticed something different. Sometimes Medic tops and sometimes he bottoms (tho it depends on the person he’s paired with so results may vary). Now tbh, I never read a fanfic where someone else is paired with Heavy since I didn’t know who else was perfect for him so please prove me wrong when I say this but...

What are the chances/percentages that Heavy bottoms?

Most of the time, it’s pretty rare and look, I get it, I completely understand. He’s an impressive specimen. Who wouldn’t want Heavy to fuck them? Hell, I would too, tbh. But see that’s the thing. We all want Heavy to do something for us but we never considered doing something for him.

I read some Bottom Heavy fanfics where Heavy even expresses this issue and I sympathized with him for it. So whenever Medic (in this case) is there for him and does the deed, it leaves me in a good mood. And because of that, I was Team Medic (also like I said before, I just want to see Heavy’s reactions and eat it up as much as possible and, well, Medic is hot when he’s dominating him). Also, “Heavy and Medic Get It On” is an old-time classic and I love it.

Also, just because Medic is shorter or less muscular, that doesn’t mean that he should be portrayed as the more weaker or submissive one. The same goes for Heavy, just because Heavy is taller and more muscular, that doesn’t mean that he should be portrayed as the more stronger or dominant one. Let them both have a fair share of fun.

I then realized that a majority of my favorite HeavyMedic smut fics were Bottom Heavy based and again I ask myself, “Why do I enjoy it more than the majority of fanfics? Just what is it?” Until I realized something, I put all the pieces together. “Dominant one bottoming” “Majority” “Repetitive” “Chance/Percentages of bottoming” I soon came to this conclusion.

The reason I love Bottom Heavy so much is because it stands out more than other smut fanfics.

It just made so much sense to me now. And not just Heavy but other fanfics where the top bottoms. It was a breath of fresh air for me. And I don’t want to diss top Heavy but as I said before, it just gets repetitive to the point where that’s the norm and it gets a little boring. When I read it, I know what’s coming up so I know what to expect from it. So when I read one where Heavy bottoms all of a sudden, it just catches me off guard, leaving me surprised and yet impressed by it. And it leaves me wanting more.

And like I said before, I like Top Medic since it’s nice for a change and while there have been Top Medic fics sprinkled throughout the years I noticed that it’s slowly increasing in popularity and I’m happy that other people seem to like it as well.

However, just because I would love to see an increase of Top Medic fics, that doesn’t mean that I want Top Heavy to stop, slow, or die out. I’m not saying I hate it, don’t get it the wrong way or anything. I still love Top Heavy and I love how they interact especially their reactions (mostly Medic’s). I just want Medic to get a piece of that action, y’know? He may be old but that doesn’t mean he has no spark of energy in him anymore. He could become a beast if he wanted to. Let the old man have a go at it.

Also, because it’s just a silly little debate, I don’t want people to fight over who tops and who bottoms. That’s the last thing I want to cause. Besides, there are people who don’t like reading smut fics with them in it and that’s also fine. Not everything needs to be related to sex in a relationship especially theirs. It’s called having a normal life and enjoying it. I love reading fluff fics where there’s a strangers-to-friends, slow burn, friends-to-lovers, confession, dating, one bed/ sharing a bed, acting like a couple, being a couple, marriage proposal, wedding, couple life with or without a kid, and sadly even death/afterlife whether it takes place during or after the Gravel Wars. And of course, I LOVE reading stories where Heavy and Medic are just chatting and laughing in the infirmary during surgery (with Archimedes there, of course). This post is just focusing on when they’re in the bedroom. We are all different people with different headcanons. You got yours, I got mines. I don’t have to agree with yours and you don’t have to agree with mines. Alright? But I found out a little solution that may or may not solve this little problem and it’s much rarer than Top Medic/Bottom Heavy (just know that this isn’t the ultimate solution, but rather a small suggestion).

Switch/Versatile

What is this and what does this mean? Please correct me if I’m wrong or make a mistake. These two words may mean the same thing but just like how top/bottom and dominant/submissive compare, it’s different. Switch means you can either be dominant or submissive depending on the mood and versatile means you like to top and bottom. Most of the time when I forget, I just simplify both to switch to make it easy to understand.

I’ve read at least 3 smut fanfics where Heavy and Medic tend to switch roles and positions in the same chapter or story and tbh, I really liked them. Not as much as Top Medic but I really enjoyed reading them and just like Bottom Heavy it was a breath of fresh air, became some of my favorite HeavyMedic smut fics, and I would love to see an increase of it too.

Let’s wrap things up now. 

At the end of the day, if you were to ask me which team I’d prefer, I’d still say Team Medic, BUT I’m starting to lean more towards HeavyMedic switches. This is a copy-paste to when I replied to a random HeavyMedic post, but here’s why I love it.

“I see Heavy and Medic as good 'ol switches since they see each other as equal whether on or off the battlefield. HeavyMedic switches are also very rare in smut fics. In the beginning, Heavy says, "Get behind me, Doktor!" and ever since MvM, Medic also says, "Get behind me!" They fight together, help each other, heal each other, and make each other laugh so technically they should also please each other in bed.”

Also, it’s fun to read about what kind of whacky adventures they do together. They are both different beings who do different jobs and hobbies. One’s a heavy-lifter and one’s a doctor. Think of the many kinds of possibilities they could do to each other depending on the variety of settings to have full-on make-out sessions. It’s fun to get creative.

Technically if you really want to think about it, which team am I in?

Well, it’s a lovely, beautiful, sweet, short, simple answer that really means a lot to me that really brings it all together in the end.

I’m Team HeavyMedic.

Thank you for reading if you’ve made it this far in the end. I didn’t think I would write this much so I apologize if this post is long. If there’s anything you need to say like an opinion or statement, make sure to reply down below. Just remember to not start a fight, please. We all have different opinions. 

Also, while we’re at it, someone once asked me if I have any Bottom Heavy fanfic suggestions and I in fact do! But it’s gonna take me a while to make a list of it and there are probably some fics that I missed so it would really mean a lot to me if you can help me by linking suggestions. It doesn’t have to be just Bottom Heavy, you can also include HeavyMedic switches. (Also, if you’re an author or writer, you can tag top/bottom/switches Heavy/Medic so some people can read based on what they want to see since people have different headcanons, but you also don’t have to so you can surprise the readers and I quite like the idea of it, but of course the choice is yours). And the links can be from any fanfic site. I found most on AO3 (I may have missed some so please help me) and I recently found some here on Tumblr so the possibilities are endless. Once I have everything I need, I’ll post it and I’ll probably pin it for some time. If I miss anything, be sure to message me or reply so that I can update the list.

That’s all I have to say. Thank you and goodbye!

[oswlld]

oswlld's monthly wrap up: march

note: i am trying something a bit different this year, so bear with me as i figure out how i want to format this. i wanted to spend more time sharing what i consume, beyond what i rb, and put my thoughts in one place. these posts are okay to rb

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When We Cease to Understand the World, Benjamín Labatut [started 02/24, finished 03/14] What an outstanding example of blurring the lines between fiction and reality. I am content in never knowing what’s real and imaginary in the lives of these people. May we never forget that for every new idea challenged, there is a real person with real emotions and motivations behind it. 4.25⭐️ in storygraph. — No Stopping Us Now: A History of Older Women in America, Gail Collins [started 03/03, finished 03/30] This book makes some strong points, but comes off weak in its execution. By having it be told decade by decade, it becomes hard to follow along when so many names and events are being tossed around. Without a firm thread tying all the themes together, the achievements ended up feeling lackluster when it should leave you feeling a sense of pride and hopefulness. 3.25⭐️ in storygraph (I rounded up, but it feels more like a 3.15)

23.5 Degrees, GMMTV [started: 03/08, ongoing] What a breath of fresh air!! With my busy schedule, I managed to catch the first two eps and I’ve loved every minute of it. It doesn’t take itself too seriously, while still keeping a tight grip on its sense of identity. The series soaks up every aspect of its space theme like a sponge. Content specifically made for me, tysm! As much as I have tried refraining from consuming more high school settings, I couldn’t help but be enamored by what I have seen so far. I have paused this series for now, but hopefully I’ll be caught up before the end of April. I should be able to watch it live on Fridays in May. Until then, I will miss them dearly! — Always a Witch, Netflix [started 03/28, in progress] At this time, I have only seen episodes 1-5. So far, it’s a very straight-forward series. I am restraining myself from calling it predictable, because there are one or two things that really turns some tropes/themes on its head. But all-in-all, I am still waiting for this show to grab me. For a show that checks all the boxes that really makes a core jessi show, a series with time travel, magical realism, and found family, it has yet to completely sweep me away. Time really got away from me this month, but I will finish this series sometime in the next two weeks. We shall see if the latter half gets better.

Taylor Swift: The Eras Tour (Taylor’s Version) [watched 03/15 thru 03/18] I have seen this live and did see the original film in theaters last year, so this experience was more of a rewatch. This time around, my parents wanted to watch some of it with me so we made a whole evening of it on 3/15 so that was really neat. I will be traveling a lot in April and will be taking an audio copy of this to keep me entertained. — Oscar Nomination Season [started 02/17, ended 03/24] All of my initial reactions of what I managed to cover this Oscar season is in this post. Some of the strongest categories I have had the pleasure of covering this year were the Best Documentary (feature), Best Production Design, Best Live Action Short, Best Documentary (short), and Best Animated Film. I have several more films to tackle later this year, but my overall impression this Oscar season was just alright. One or two films have hit an extremely high note for me, but no worst of the worst.

BEYONCÉ, Beyoncé [relistening] During the pandemic, I really got into waching YT reaction channels reacting to full albums. One of my favorites is HTHaze and he is only beginning his listening journey through Beyoncé’s discography (yes, for the first time!) His reaction to Beyoncé’s self-titled made me want to relisten to it in full for the first time in years. I tend to only revisit a few songs through the years, but I do love going back to albums after time has past to recontextualize everything all over again. I’ve had my longtime faves from my 20’s but in my mid-30’s, the songs that hit harder now are: Pretty Hurts, Haunted, and Jealous. — Bewitched, Laufey [first time listening] The same YT channel got me to listen to this album. I am guilty in having my first listen be through his video first before diving into her album properly. With that said, the brain rot went FULL ROT. I love LOVE her compositions. Having learned from her Tiny Desk that getting a grand piano influenced the way she wrote her songs makes the whole conception so much grander. Her voice is soooo, it’s SOOOOO !!!!!!! I read a comment somewhere that her dream is to rejuvenate jazz the same way Taylor Swift did with country for a younger generation and that really spoke to me. I truly believe she is heading in the right direction in achieving that. My favorite run of songs goes from: Haunted, Must Be Love, While You Were Sleeping, Lovesick, California and Me, Nocturne (Interlude), and Promise. Those seven songs in that succession is so GOOD, ahH! — Once the Musical [relistening] Every spring, I fall into a Once spiral and it just gets deeper and deeper. This time though, I only tackled the core faves on YT rather than committing to the full audio (w/ Arthur Darvill and Joanna Christie). Although Arthur Darvill’s Leave will forever solidify his Guy as my Guy, Declan Bennett is The Guy of Guys for me. My mandatory relistening experience always goes: Arthur’s Leave, Arthur’s Say It To Me Now, Declan’s Say It To Me Now, Declan’s When Your Mind’s Made Up, Zrinka's If You Want Me, Once’s Spotify Jam Session. And it would all be on a loop lol. — Cowboy Carter, Beyoncé [first time listening] This is still fresh in my mind, having only listened to it in its entirety once through. My first impression is that it’s one of her most cohesive albums to date. Having had the first taste of what she would eventually achieve all the way back with Lemonade and The Gift, Cowboy Carter feels like a natural progression in her discography. I don’t have a top songs list to provide at this time, as I would need more time with the album. Fav songs come with time. Although, I did listen to 16 CARRIAGES when it was released several weeks ago and I knew then it would be a spectacular album. What a phenomenal single to lead a phenomenal homecoming.

Where’d You Go Bernadette, written by Maria Semple and narrated by Kathleen Wilhoite [started 03/22, finished 03/29] I… I didn’t like this. And that’s alright. Even if I didn’t like the premise or the characters, I did enjoy the format of the narrative and the narrator (especially her singing!!). But in the end, this was just not meant for me.

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As it is still March when I am writing this, I wanted to endcap Women’s Month with a special shoutout to two women in my life that have been working with me to improve my overall well-being: Wendy (personal trainer) and Sofia (life coach). I am in a better headspace because of the work and trust they have in me to build a life I want. I cannot wait to see what I am capable of this time next year.

[glennsparadice]

Do you want to talk about the ending of AOAS? I saw you posted about it and same same same. It's been years for me and I'm still devastated. On one hand, I'm so proud of Greyson because he did the right thing for his future and his character arc, but on the other the Thunderhead needs a massive hug so bad 😭

What did you think of "53 seconds to sunrise?" It's my favourite scene and I will never get over it, and it hurts so much because the Thunderhead got to see one brief, perfect glimpse of everything it could never have and then it had to force itself to let go, knowing Greyson would probably end things the way he ultimately does. Also, what are your thoughts about Cirrus?

yes! yes! I love talking about books :3

for the final hundred pages of the toll, i could NOT put my book down, i was so deep into reading, everything was so vivid. and i was very entertained, as well as nervous, as well as curious. the only moment i had to pause for was when uh Greyson and the Thunderhead had their little talk

i genuinely did not see that coming, my heart started racing (and i cried a little) Tbh before I started reading the series i didn't even know there would be an AI character, but sometime during the first book, when Citra spoke to the thunderhead, I thought....oh my god... possible new AI added to my favorite AI pile??? It quickly became my favorite character during the second book, and I loved the Thunderhead and Greyson's dynamic.. so sweet, so wholesome,, I WASNT EXPECTING PAIN

makes it sadder cuz of how compliant the thunderhead was to greyson's demand. it didn't beg for forgiveness or ask greyson to think things through. it knew greyson had made a choice, and this choice - despite the pain it brought them both - was the correct choice. a truly benevolent and loving AI.

I think the thunderhead's ending is sadder than most AI stories I've read (so far) because of how strongly it feels love. Hate is a strong emotion, but so is love. The thunderhead loves humanity and does its best to make the perfect choices. It calls itself perfect, and it is, in a way.. just like it has imperfections, in a way. I think it realizes how much it longs for and how much it lacks. And it also definitely knows that its love for Greyson has influenced its life so much. So, to take that all away, and simply live with the fact that you love still, and love always, and love patiently, but hurt much worse... "I will be alone. I will be alone, but it is right that I should be. It is necessary." ARRRGHHHHWAAAHHH

anyway, i miss the thunderhead's thoughts in between chapters, but if we had gotten one for this chapter... i would be heartbroken forever

53 seconds to sunrise had me giggling... and tearing up. very bittersweet. imagining the thunderhead able to truly experience was so sweet, i thought if it had gotten a hug, it might have started screeching. (i mean it was already running in circles, my poor baby hasn't experienced everything, yet a simple sunrise and touch of a cheek makes it so giddy)

cirrus was so cute! i figured the iterations were the thunderhead (technically) speaking to itself, but like the characters, it took me a while to figure out exactly what was going on. in my head i read cirrus's voice as higher pitched than the thunderhead's, with more energy and youth. if a voice could have a color, Cirrus's voice would be yellow (at least that's how i see it.. idk if they share a same voice) i love that little AI and its constant saying of "actually, no."

great series but I fear I’ll always be a little sad because of it 😿

+ some screenshots from my insta spam of my live reactions to these scenes

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Clean Again

Chapter 6: ARE YOU SCARED? read on AO3 | previous chapter | tumblr chapter index make sure to check AO3 for this fic's playlist and other extras!

Reader and Corey share their first kiss and have an...interesting movie night.

general warnings for this fic - angst, fluff, eventual smut (MDNI), canon-typical violence, canon-typical gore contents/warnings for this chapter - angst, passing mentions of sex/arousal, male masturbation, major spoilers for Carrie.

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You’re sitting on the counter in your bathroom while Corey works on the sink. His top half has disappeared into the cabinet below you, tightening things. You lean as far forwards as you can without falling off the counter to try to see what he’s doing, but his broad shoulders block your view. 

“You know, you’re doing all this work, and my landlord isn’t going to appreciate it. At this rate I’ll have the nicest apartment in the building and they won’t even notice when I move out.”

“I don’t care,” Corey says, voice muffled and echoey from below you. “I don’t do it for the landlord. You live here and it should be nice while you live here.”

“You’re so sweet,” you say and reach down to put your hand lightly on his back. He clears his throat nervously. You know he’s probably blushing. 

So far you’ve mostly tried to avoid touching him. He seems to get so flustered when you do. You can tell he must be touch starved, and to be honest, you are too. The brief hugs you sometimes get from your coworkers don’t do much to fill your needs. You often find yourself sitting on your hands to avoid reaching out to Corey. Every time he comes over it’s harder not to. 

You bite your lip, thinking about all the ways you could touch him and how overwhelmed he would be. You think about his hands, strong and deft from his work, pinky always sporting that ring, and the way that, despite having a dirty job, his nails are always clean. Now you’re the one blushing. Trying not to imagine anything too intense while he’s right there and the temptation to jump on him is overwhelming.

“Turn the water on?” He asks. His voice startles you from your reverie. You reach over and turn the faucet on. “Okay, off. No more leaks.” He slowly extracts himself from the cabinet and stands. You smile at him and he smiles back. For the first time since you met him, he doesn’t hesitate or look embarrassed to smile, he just does it. It makes your heart pound in your chest so hard you feel like he must be able to hear it.

“Now I’m gonna replace the aerator,” he says, digging in a bag from the hardware store he’d brought with him. You watch him silently as he completes the simple process of removing the old aerator and attaching the new one. It takes him less than a minute.

“I think I coulda done that,” you say in a joking tone.

“Yeah, you could,” he says, shrugging. He washes his hands, then reaches over you to dry them on the towel hanging from the rack on the wall. The proximity is too much to handle. As he drops the towel you catch his left hand in both of yours. You look up into his face for his reaction. He looks back at you uncertainly, lips pursed and eyes searching. But he doesn’t pull away.

You rotate his hand so it’s palm up. You spread his fingers wide. You put one hand underneath his, and use the fingertips on the other to trace the lines where his hand bends. He lets out a little shuddering breath. You look at the big, long scar across the center of his palm, ghostly white. The scar tissue feels thick and knobby as you trace it with your nail. You look from the scar on his palm to the scar on his neck. This is the closest you’ve ever been to it. Still holding his left hand in your right, you grab his chin lightly with your left hand and tilt his head back. He swallows hard, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.

“Is this okay?” You whisper, scared the full volume of your voice might overwhelm him. He doesn’t answer. “Is it okay?” You ask again.

“Yes,” he whimpers.

You lean closer to look at the scar. He’s scruffy like he hasn’t shaved in a day or two, but no little golden orange hairs protrude from the warped skin in this spot. You try to imagine the wound that could have caused it. It must have been severe. You don’t understand how he could even survive something like that, a thought that makes your eyes burn. You lower his chin and slide your hand up to cup his cheek. His eyes are squeezed closed. You start to pull away, worrying you’ve gone too far, but his free hand shoots up and grabs you, keeping your palm pressed to his prickly cheek.

“Corey,” you exhale. He makes a small noise in acknowledgement and opens his eyes. His eyelashes are wet and his cheeks are flushed red. You tilt towards him so your forehead touches the bridge of his nose. The two of you stay like that for a long moment, both trying to process this new intimacy.

Then he turns his head and leans forward, angling his jaw towards you so your lips are almost touching. Time swells and slows as you wait for him to close the gap. It’s agony, and it’s ecstasy. You can feel your pulse in your whole body. Finally the distance closes, and you kiss him. 

The kiss is chaste, mouths closed, touching lightly. But his lips are so soft and warm, and you’ve wanted this so badly, you feel a hot flush between your legs. He tightens his grip on your hand on his face. 

You want so much more from him. You want to devour him. This boy who is so soft despite something so violent happening to him. You still don’t know what, and at this moment you don’t know if you could bear to. All you want is to make him a part of you so that some of his pain might be diluted. And some of yours too. You stay still as a stone, not daring to kiss him with more passion unless he invites it. God, do you wish he would invite it. 

Instead he pulls away. He drops your hands and steps back from you, clearing his throat like he did under the sink. His nervous tell.

“Corey?” 

“I, uh… I just…” He furrows his brow in frustration. “Nobody has… I haven’t…” He looks at you pleadingly.

“First time in a long time?” You prompt, trying to sound gentle.

“Yeah, and since…” he trails off. 

You nod. You don’t understand completely, but you understand enough. “Me too,” you say quietly.

He looks at you with gratitude in his eyes. He smiles a shy little smile and steps close to you again, so close his hips are against your knees, thighs pressing your calves into the cabinet. You spread your legs apart a little and he falls between them. You think he’s going to kiss you again, but instead he wraps his arms around you and buries his face in your neck. You return his embrace, arms encircling his shoulders. One hand finds his hair and you twist a little ringlet around your finger.

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When Corey leaves your place, he’s still a little shaky. In his miserable little existence, no one ever touches him on purpose. He has so little experience with tenderness, he’s unsure how to receive it. No one has ever touched his scars. It was overwhelming. It was terrifying. It was exhilarating. As he zips through town back to his shitty little studio apartment, all those messy feelings consolidate into something simple. Desire for you.

Corey’s experience is extremely limited. So much so that he can remember every detail of every incident. His mother’s fear of having someone take her baby boy away had ruined his hopes of dating anyone seriously all through high school, but there were times he’d snuck out to parties at classmate’s houses. A girl from English, or Gym might be there, might be intrigued by the quiet guy from school. Maybe she would make out with him in her parents’ car. 

It happened with Tessa, junior year, and she passed him a note in the hallway the next day. At lunch, instead of the cafeteria they went to the gym and hid under the bleachers. They messed around but Corey was too nervous to really enjoy it. Then she asked him if they could hang out outside of school sometime. 

Corey knew how that would end. Momma’s reaction when Lauren had come over to do school work in 9th grade had been awful. He didn’t even want to imagine what she would do if he hung out with a girl without an academic excuse. So as badly as it hurt, he pretended not to be interested in her anymore. He just stared at the back of her head while they read Hamlet and thought I’m sorry, Tessa over and over again. 

During his stint at Haddonfield Community College there was Leigh. He’d see her around the building sometimes, sitting together in the cafeteria while he ate the shitty little lunch Momma had packed him. He’d been to her apartment to hook up once when he arrived at Public Speaking to find it canceled. The prof had some kind of emergency. It was hours before his next class and he certainly didn’t want to go home. Leigh found him after she was done for the day and invited him to come hang out with her. Corey never heard from her again after Halloween 2019. 

Then there was his one night with Allyson.

That night was the first time Corey had felt like sex was fun. Like he could crave someone and mean it, rather than just fulfilling a biological imperative. Like his mind and his heart and his cock could all agree. He expected that he’d never feel that way again. 

But now his veins buzz under his skin, still full of your electricity. He’d held back when he was kissing you, letting fear and grief mingle with his growing appetite, only to immediately regret it. It takes all his strength not to turn his bike around and go back to you.

As he unlocks his door, there’s already a wet spot on his pants. He enters the apartment and kicks the door closed, hands preoccupied with undoing his belt. He tugs his pants and underwear off as he slips out of his shoes, leaving it all in a pile by the door. He grips himself and shudders, imagining your hand instead. Sprawling on his mattress on the floor, Corey desperately fucks his hand. Waves of pleasure roll over him and he whimpers your name into the dark apartment. He puts his free hand on the back of his head where you had rested yours earlier, and pulls a fistful of his own hair. His breath catches in his chest, quiet little grunts escaping his lips. He calls out to you again as he cums, hot strings of ejaculate spraying onto the shirt he was too hurried to take off and covering his hand. It’s been so long since he came and didn’t feel embarrassed by his own needs, all he can do is lay there spent, picturing your face.

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The morning after your first kiss with Corey you’re still flustered. You brush your teeth and admire the clean, smooth flow of the water thanks to the new aerator he installed. You hadn’t thought such a small thing would make a big difference, but he was right, it did.

You relive the sensations in your head. The stubble on his cheek under your hand. The heat of his lips. You sigh dreamily and practically float out to your car.

You open the store without Veronica today, so you have time to collect yourself before she reads you and demands all the details. Of course, when she arrives three hours later, you still haven’t come down. Every moment not spent helping a customer has been consumed by thoughts of him. You haven’t agreed on another time to hang out yet, and it gives you a pang to wonder how long it will be until you get to kiss him again. Kiss him harder and deeper. How long until he finds his footing and isn’t so overwhelmed by touch. You feel like if you fucked him now, it would kill him.

“You had a good night last night,” Veronica says as soon as she sees you.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Your protests mean nothing because you can’t keep your dopey smile off your face.

“Sure you don’t.”

Your phone vibrates in your pocket. You pull it out and see a text from Corey.

No question mark, no please. A command. You turn to face the window and see his broad shoulders and curly hair in silhouette against the midday light. He has his back to you. Your jaw drops in surprise.

Veronica looks from your face, to your phone, to the window. “Is that him!?” She hisses. You say nothing, you just tilt your phone towards her so she can see the text. “Well stop just standing there! Go outside!” She chides giddily.

“Clock me out. I’m taking my break early,” you say in a small voice. You stuff your phone back into your pocket and head for the door.

Corey looks up when he hears the bell on the door jingle. The brightness outside hurts your eyes and you scrunch up your face. But through your squint you see him smile at you. A hungry smile you’ve never seen on his face before. Without saying anything to you he sweeps you into his arms and kisses you, hard. 

You swoon, melting into him, kissing back. He squeezes you tighter. One arm around your waist, the other aligned with your spine, hand holding the back of your head. He dips you down, like in a movie, so you’re almost parallel to the ground. You wrap your arms around his neck for stability, though you feel confident he won’t drop you. He kisses one cheek, then the other, then your lips again, mouth slightly open. You relish your first small taste of him and you feel a creeping warmth between your legs. Out here on the sidewalk in front of God and all your coworkers watching through the window, your pussy is soaked. He kisses you one more time, more softly, before standing you back upright.

You look at him in disbelief. This is not the timid Corey you kissed gingerly in the bathroom yesterday evening. Just a few hours ago you felt like having sex with this boy would kill him. Now you feel like it might kill you . And you would die happy. 

“Hi,” he says, almost nonchalant.

“Hi,” you laugh.

“Are you busy?”

“No, I took my break to come out here. I have an hour. What’s up?

“I have the day off and I didn’t want to wait to kiss you again,” he says in a gruff voice. You try to keep a cool exterior but a giggle emerges against your will. Corey looks at you with that hungry look again.

“Scoundrel,” you tease, and he seems pleased by it. “Want lunch?”

The two of you cross the street to the cafe and get sandwiches and Italian sodas. Corey suggests eating in the privacy of your car, and you oblige. As you eat, you watch him. He seems so different from the shy boy from your previous interactions.

“You’re so weird,” you say to him. “Like a whole different person from yesterday. Who are you?”

He doesn’t answer, he just smirks at you from around his straw, draining his soda.

You reach across the center console to touch him, wanting to watch his reaction to casual contact, see him blush or hear him clear his throat. Instead he grabs your wrist with a gentle grasp. He rotates your hand so it’s palm up and spreads your fingers, mirroring the way you looked at his hand yesterday. He shows no signs of being nervous or overwhelmed.

“I didn’t know you had a tattoo,” he says, rubbing the pale smoothness of the inside of your arm. 

Outside the car winter is slipping away. 15 minutes of spring before the sweltering south Georgia summer starts. You realize Corey’s only ever seen you covered up, in long sleeves and jeans or tights. 

“You think I only have one?” You quip. He raises an eyebrow.

“Tell me about this one.”

“It’s Carrie,” you say simply.

“Carrie?”

“Yeah, Carrie White. From Stephen King’s Carrie.” You watch his face, waiting for a look of recognition, but none comes. “Wait, you don’t know about Carrie?”

He shakes his head.

“Well we have to watch it! It was a book first, and there’s three film versions, but we’ll start with the one from ’76, cause it’s the like, definitive version. It’s a horror story about a girl who gets psychic powers when she gets her first period.”

“Is that scary?” He asks, looking up from the tattoo to your face.

“It’s scary for her,” you explain. You return his gaze. His eyes look like two pools of honey in the sunlight coming through the windows. “There’s a lot more going on than that, but you’ll just have to wait until we watch it.”

“Tonight?” He asks.

“Tonight.”

When you walk back into work, five minutes late because it was so hard to make yourself stop kissing him when he had you pressed against the door of your car in the gentle warmth of the sun, Veronica starts clapping. She leads your coworkers in a round of applause. A few customers join in, hesitant and confused. You bow and curtsey sarcastically as you walk through the store and clock back in.

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Corey leans against your car and watches you walk back to the store. He catches himself leering at you, getting absorbed in the swivel of your hips as you traverse the parking lot, the way your skirt swishes. He feels good. Actually good. Not good until he gets home and has to deal with Momma, not good until someone rolls their window down to yell fucking psycho! at him. Just good. 

He kills time waiting for you to get off work by fiddling with an antique radio in the garage under his apartment, then he stops at the grocery store to buy you a bouquet of flowers on his way to your apartment. He’s leaning against his motorcycle in your drive, cradling the flowers in the crook of his arm when you get home from work. He makes eye contact with you through the windshield. You make an exaggerated shocked face that makes him chuckle.

“Pour moi!?” You squeal as you walk around the front of the car. Corey wraps you in the best hug he can without crushing your gift and kisses your cheek. “You are becoming quite the romance novel hero, sir.”

His face burns hearing that. His confident spell doesn’t insulate him completely, and the words romance and sir hit like a blast from a double barrel shotgun. He clears his throat.

You don’t have a vase for your flowers, so you trim the stems and wash out an old jar while Corey monitors a bag of popcorn in the microwave. When the popping slows he pulls the bag and follows you into the living room. 

The two of you haven’t watched a movie together yet, and it feels like a big milestone. He’s never watched a movie with a girl at all, never pretended to yawn so he had an excuse to put his arm around her. But you don’t make him need to pretend to yawn. When you sit down on the couch  you sit so close to him the only comfortable place for his arm is your shoulders.

As you settle against him, he suddenly feels extremely apprehensive, all the gaiety from earlier in the day evaporating. He hasn’t watched a horror movie since The Thing with Jeremy the night of the accident. He remembers clearly how he had been surprised the movie scared him, the way unease had crept into his chest and refused to leave. A powerful omen for the rest of the night, and the rest of his life. Despite all the things he’s seen and done in the intervening years, he’s not sure he’ll have any more nerve watching this. 

And what if…?  There’s no conclusion to the thought. Corey isn’t afraid of anything specific, he just wants you to be safe, and watching a horror movie with him seems very dangerous.

“Are you ready?” You ask, turning to look at him.

“Y-yeah,” he says. He tries to arrange his face into a look of confidence, but you don’t seem to buy it.

“Okay…” You turn back to the TV. “Subtitles?”

“Uh, sure, if you want them.” His heart races and he can feel color coming to his cheeks. He shouldn’t be doing this. He shouldn’t be here. Accepting an invitation into your life was a mistake. Showing up to your job today, being seen by your coworkers, a horrible decision made by thinking with the wrong head. What if someone recognized him and told you who he was? Watching you navigate the settings menu to turn captions on, each button click feels like a timer counting down. He can still leave, he can still come up with an excuse to go home, he can still break your heart before either of you get too attached, break it so bad you’ll never ever call him again. 

But now you’re pressing play, dropping a piece of popcorn into your mouth. It’s too late.

He holds his breath as the first moments of the movie unravel on screen. You rotate to look at him again, a confused and concerned look on your face. He smiles at you weakly. You smile back, but it isn’t The Smile, it’s small and tight and suspicious. Your eyes search his face a second longer before you turn back to the movie. He exhales, trying not to let the breath audibly shudder. 

In spite of himself, Corey becomes engrossed almost immediately. He doesn’t relax, jumping when the lights burst in the locker room on screen, earning him another brief, questioning look from you, but he does settle into the story and the sense of dread he feels. 

Every moment of torment Carrie experiences feels like it cuts him and pours salt in the wounds. When Mrs. White is on screen he grits his teeth hard enough to hurt. As Carrie and Tommy dance, Corey’s eyes burn. He wants to turn the movie off, to pretend he can’t predict what’s coming. But he doesn’t move or say anything to you. He keeps his eyes glued to the screen as the bucket falls and the massacre ensues. He sees himself bringing vengeance on Haddonfield. The students trapped in the gym burning alive the way he had burned Terry Tramer. Every knife plunged into Margaret White’s torso vibrating in his hand, remembering how it felt to kill his own mother. Carrie falling down the stairs, stabbed and betrayed, feels exactly like crashing over the bannister when Laurie shot him. 

As the credits roll and you stir beside him, Corey is still reliving that Halloween night. His emotions swing wildly. Rage. Grief. Disgust. Joy. Sweat beads his forehead and a single tear rolls down his cheek. You turn to face him and slide away to see him better. He doesn’t notice you. His gaze stays on the TV, where the credits end and the playback menu returns, not really seeing any of it. His eyes look almost black.

“Corey?” You whisper, reaching out to wipe the tear from his cheek. When your thumb makes contact with his skin his eyes shoot to your face. He looks at you without seeing you either for a breath. Then he softens, returning to your living room, taking in your scared face and feeling your hand still touching him gingerly. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. No. Uh, the movie…” He stammers. He wants to tell you. He’s desperate to come clean about everything. Tell you the whole sad, violent story of his life. The words bubble up and he almost lets them out. I killed someone on accident. Then I killed nine more people on purpose. It was almost 10 more, but I didn’t die. You love Carrie, can you love me? But he chokes on it. “The movie really resonated with me.”

“Do you wanna talk about it?” You ask.

“Tell me why you got the tattoo,” he says instead of answering.

“Oh! Uh… I really identify with her. She goes through all that shit and she just wants to feel like she belongs. And then she finally gets a chance and everyone else ruins it for their own bullshit. They back her into a corner. She’s like an animal in a trap. She does what she has to do. It sucks so bad, nothing that happens to her had to happen. But what she did to them did have to.”

Corey hangs on your words. He can’t believe his ears. 

“Nothing as serious as what happens to her has ever happened to me but… I’ve been too nice before. It doesn’t work. I got her to remind me to do what I have to do.”

“I love that,” he says, reaching for your arm so he can examine the tattoo again. It’s an abstraction of Carrie, and in a way so is he. He’s flooded with warped validation. She does what she has to do. And so did I. Corey hasn’t ever felt bad about most of the people whose deaths he caused. He felt bad about Jeremy, certainly. A little bad about Ronald, he was an okay stepdad, and Corey had been on the fence about killing him before Terry did it for him. And he felt horrible about Allyson. But he’s never felt a solitary second of grief for Terry, or Dr. Mathis, or any of those fucks, and especially not about Momma. They all got what they fucking deserved. 

In his heart, he desperately wanted to be a good boy. His whole life, he tried so fucking hard. But nobody else ever tried at all. Why should they get away with making everybody else fucking miserable?

“You’re so fucking special, you should never let anybody push you around.” Corey leans down to plant a kiss on the tattoo.

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It has been a wild 24 hours with Corey. You’ve been hanging out with him for a little over two weeks, but you feel like in the last day you’ve gone through more with him than in the previous 14 combined. He is so fucking weird. You don’t know how to process his behavior at all. But you like it. You like him and you can’t deny it, even as you struggle to get a read on him. And he thinks you’re special. 

You want to know everything about him, to crawl inside him and take a look around. Last night you thought you couldn’t bear to know how he got his scars, but now that knowledge feels supremely urgent.

“Tell me about this,” you say, tracing the area of his scar on your own neck. 

His face turns to stone. “I… was stabbed,” he says quietly. 

Your eyes immediately flood with tears and you look up at the ceiling to keep them from falling. “Can I ask how? Or… by who?” Your voice is barely a whisper.

Corey doesn’t answer. Instead he shrugs out of his flannel, and takes off the henley he wears underneath. You watch in confusion. Then you see. Two little puckered ovals of scar tissue just below his left clavicle. He takes your hand and puts it on his chest, so your fingertips rest on the scars. You rub them, feeling how different the texture is from the unblemished skin around them.

“Gunshots?” You ask, voice strained. 

He still doesn’t say anything. You search his face for an answer. He takes your hand again and brings it to the nape of his neck. You have to scoot closer to him to reach. He directs your hand up and down, fingers just barely brushing along his spine. More scars, tiny ones, almost imperceptible by touch.

“Are you scared?” He asks.

“Of what?”

“Of me.”

“Not at all. I’m sad that that happened to you, whatever it was. But I’m happy you survived it. And that I found you.”

His cold expression changes. Corey smiles. You can’t help but smile back. You’re not sure who starts first, but both of you laugh. Giggles turn into chuckles, turn into cackles. Heaving laughter shakes your whole body. You and Corey cling to each other, hysterical. You try to stop, biting your lip and taking big, measured breaths, but when you look at his ecstatic face, eyes crinkled and cheeks dimpled, you start again. Your abs cramp and tears stream down your face. 

Finally you settle down. Chests rising in unison, exhausted, foreheads on each other’s shoulders. Your lips line up with the scars he didn’t confirm are bullet holes. You kiss them tenderly, then turn your face towards his and kiss his cheek. 

“I’m happy you found me, too,” he says. He pulls you closer, practically into his lap, and hugs you tightly. 

Corey stays the night. You don’t mean to ask him to, but when he starts to move towards the door it slips out.

“I don’t want you to go.”

He sits in the bathroom and watches you do your nightly routine. You kick him out to change into a camisole and sweatpants, and you show him some of the other tattoos decorating your bare arms. When he crawls into bed with you he takes his shirt back off but keeps his pants on. You want to stay up talking to him, but he falls asleep before you, wrapped around you in big spoon position. When his breathing slows and he stops responding, you smile and drift off to sleep yourself.

[pocket-luv101]

The Smell of Flowers

Fandom: Genshin Impact Ship: CynoNari

Summary: Cyno brushes Tighnari’s tail after a bath. (CynoNari)

“The cactus flowers you picked for me can be made into a fragrant shampoo that keeps your hair healthy. I use it for my tail. The formula doesn’t include chemicals that will containment the water or harm the fish.” Tighnari told Cyno. While he wasn’t interested in botany, he liked listening to Tighnari ramble about different flowers. His voice was soothing and Cyno could hear how passionate he was.

They went to a secluded waterfall to share a bath. The water was shallow and it only reached their waists when they sat down. Tighnari cupped water in his hands and poured it over Cyno’s hair, washing away the shampoo. His hands followed the water down his lean muscles. His fingers paused over an old scar on his back. “I also made salves with the flower that you bought me. Take them with you on your next trip.”

Their work kept them busy and they couldn’t spend as much time together as they wanted. They cherished the clandestine meetings they were able to have. They idly talked about his research and Collei’s progress. The waterfall drowned out the sound of the rainforest and they were in a haven with only each other.

Tighnari could barely feel the cold water with Cyno sitting next to him. His body was warm like the sun and tempted him to nestle against his chest. He quickly pushed the thought from his mind. While people rarely visited the waterfall, he couldn’t risk someone seeing them together in such a compromising position. He tilted his head into the waterfall to cool his thoughts.

“We should head back or else the water will turn us into prunes.” Tighnari stood and made his way to the riverbank where their clothes were. He used a towel to dry his hair and waved his tail to shake away as much water as he could. He kept his fur well maintained but it was difficult to dry at times. Sometimes, he wished he had a pyro vision to dry his fur easier.

He started to slip on a robe but he was stopped by a light tug on the fabric. Cyno hugged him from behind and draped his arms over Tighnari’s shoulders. He plucked the towel from his hand and said, “I’ll brush your tail for you.”

Tighnari didn’t mind when people touched his tail or ears but having someone brush them was much more intimate. His tail swayed languidly behind him as he considered his offer. After a moment, Tighnari adjusted his robe over himself and sat down on a large rock. He looked over his shoulder to Cyno and said, “There’s a comb in my bag. Don’t be too rough.”

“You asked me to be rough last night.” Cyno sat behind him. When Tighnari saw his suggestive smile, he blushed and lightly slapped him with his tail. The contrast between his serious persona of General Mahamatra and how he acted when they were alone never failed to make Tighnari’s heart race. He was able to see a side of Cyno that others didn’t.

He laid his tail over Cyno’s lap. His hair was soft and the water enhanced the unique scent of incense and flowers that he associated with Tighnari. Cyno gently pressed the towel against his fur and Tighnari relaxed under his touch. His hands were strong yet his touch was light. Once his tail was dry, he began to comb out the knots in his fur.

“You get into hairy situations while you’re out on patrol. You always pull through so you’re a cut above the rest.” Cyno waited for his reaction but only silence followed his joke. “You see, that was—”

“A pun about hair that’s quite fitting for the situation considering you’re brushing my tail?” He finished for him. He rarely laughed at Cyno’s forced pun but he had to admit that they had their own charm. “I know you tell those jokes so people won’t be so stiff around you. However, you don’t need to bother with things like that when you’re with me. I love you.”

“I know. I like hearing you laugh though.” He kissed his ear. Tighnari watched their reflection in the water and saw the affection and longing in his red eyes. While others thought his sharp gaze was intimidating, comparing its colour to fire or blood, they were beautiful to Tighnari. He would compare his eyes to a desert sunset. Cyno added: “You and Collei laugh at Kaveh’s stories.”

“Are you jealous?” Tighnari asked and Cyno muttered a response. He didn’t know whether he should roll his eyes or chuckle at his pointless jealousy. Tighnari pulled his tail from his hands so he could sit on his lap. He rested his head against his shoulder and closed his eyes. “There’s no reason for you to be jealous. I chose you.”

His race was known for being loners but Tighnari was surprisingly popular during their time as students. He was focused on his studies so he didn’t become close with students beyond a few study groups. Cyno was the only one who could pull his focus away from botany when they were in the Akademiya. No matter if they were discussing research or playing Genius Invokation, he made him happy.

Cyno buried his face into his neck and his lips tickled his skin, making Tighnari laugh softly. Hearing that, Cyno nestled against him more and his light giggle grew louder. Tighnari covered his mouth to keep himself from being too loud and risking someone finding them. He felt Cyno’s lips curve into a smirk against his neck. He wasn’t able to see his face but he could easily imagine the expression he had at that moment. “It looks like I can make you laugh, after all.”

“Where are your hands going, Cyno? I doubt it’s to make me laugh.” He said when Cyno ran his fingers up his leg. Tighnari placed his hand over his but he didn’t push it away. He tilted his head back and, with his free hand, he cupped Cyno’s cheek. He drew him down into a light kiss that was far too short for either of them. Reluctantly, he pulled away. “I told the rangers I’d be back before the night shift so we can’t.”

“I can finish brushing your hair in your room.” Cyno offered and stroked his tail. “Do you have to go on patrol tonight?”

“No.” Tighnari shook his head. “Though, I was planning to test a few things tonight. You can help me.”

[my-mt-heart]

Hey MT! Marketing anon again. Sending you hugs because we FINALLY have a pic of Melissa. I definitely cried when I saw it. She looked extremely happy, and I didn’t realize how much I needed to see that until the moment I did. 

I figured it was a great time to pop in here and add some thoughts that may help prepare for the coming weeks. As usual, this is my speculation. Take it if it resonates, or leave it if it doesn’t. 

Brief overview: Things are following the trajectory we’ve talked about here before. We did get more and more concrete news around Melissa’s birthday hype. It’s looking like we might get an official SDCC announcement after all. For now, it looks like they’re keeping an eye on the hype on SM because all the updates have been timed around it. 

Now that we know for sure Melissa is onboard, it confirms that Carylers are their target audience. So here’s a quick cheatsheet of what to expect in the coming days:

More news/updates that elicit strong reactions as the premiere draws near 

The frequency of updates will go up, and the time between updates will go down

McReedus promo or even maybe selfies (again, this one is a selfish request)

Caryl motifs (maybe stills, story beats, etc to draw your attention to S1)

Best course of action: Talk about what you want to see and what you’ll subscribe for. By talking about what you really want to see, you’re telling them what your desires are, which (for what it's worth) may make a big impact.

Romantic Caryl: I’m noticing people are being very vocal about wanting romantic Caryl (also heard Caryl and Melissa were trending on Twitter for 2 days, which is amazing). But there seems to be a fear of the spinoff being an echo of the final season of TWD. If seeing Caryl have a strong romantic storyline is important to you, then talk about it whenever you can on SM (btw MT, your last two posts about Melissa and Caryl were excellent). Discuss it, share it, and trend it so AMC can hear that message loud and clear.

To everyone reading this: Melissa coming back is wonderful news. It’s perfectly normal to hope for the best for Caryl. And it’s also normal to be cautiously optimistic. The positive changes now don’t invalidate all the complicated feelings Carylers have had over the last year. I’ll say it again – your feelings (whatever they may be) are valid. Sometimes marketing techniques have the power to make you feel really icky. They should be leaning into their desires now, but you never know. So just be mindful, and please take care of your mental health. 

One last reminder: You’d think they would know what Carylers want after a decade. But now is still a good time to remind them of everything you’ve wanted to see. Remember that there is no show without an audience. YOU are the audience. If you don’t like what you see, you have the power to withhold your money and switch the channel. 

Caryl on <3 

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[spiteless-xo]

tiff!! i just wanted to commend you on creating characters that people get so passionate and even angry about 😭 sometimes i’ll read asks people send and i’m like damn … people get this frustrated over these 2d men …. but then i’m like wow it’s literally because you wrote the characters so well to the point where people are super passionate about them and wanting the best for them :’)

and also your answers to people are always so respectful no matter what and you’re so strong for that bc i let my intrusive thoughts out way too often 💀 i think you’re so kind and sweet tbh i’m happy to have found your writing and blog ! if you have no fans it means i’m dead !

thank you so much!! that's such a nice compliment 🥰🥰🥰 i love seeing people get so passionate about the characters and get really in-depth about what they're seeing or what they expect 😭🥺 it makes me so happy to read everyone's thoughts.

i'm glad you found my stuff too!! 🥰💗 i'm so happy that i get to share all my little stories with you guys because they're so fun for me to write and it's even better when i get to see your reactions!

[fatedwithmbc]

The nights I need to go to sleep at a decent hour turn into the nights I’m up for all hours. I find it difficult to understand because I take the same medications each evening. Last night, my medications put me into a drowsy state quite easily and quickly after taking them. Tonight, I’m pleading for the same reaction without the side effect actually occurring. I’ve even set up and am diffusing lavender oil. Crazy how life works out like that sometimes. Even more confusing is that I didn’t take a nap today, so I should feel more prone to sleeping anyway.

This afternoon, I picked up my medication samples from the psychiatrist, followed by a trip to Starbucks. I confirmed a doctor appointment. I also rescheduled my hair appointment because my hair doesn’t seem like it needs maintenance yet and did my nightly routine (5 Minute Journal, Tarot One Card Pull, Color Oracle One Card Pull, The Daily Stoic and Color My Mood) because I knew I’d be going out to dinner. Then occupy my time and ensure I didn’t nap, I did several things this afternoon.

I tried placing my mug racks in the location I imagined they’d work and I was wrong. That section of my wall isn’t wide enough for six of the racks. I will have to settle for three in the initial spot and then place three in another location.

Once I was done fiddling around with the mugs, I decided to organize my t-shirts. I sorted them into a few categories: Eagles, Phillies, 76ers/Flyers and then bands and shirts from traveling. I still have a section of shirts in a laundry basket that I need to add to this, but I didn’t realize I missed them until I had finished the initial organization process. I learned I have about 40 t-shirts for the Eagles alone. Next highest is for the Phillies. In third, travel and random shirts followed by band t-shirts. I’ll dig into the final pile and do a reorganization of my dresser drawers to accommodate the changes tomorrow. I think this heightened my realization that I really do not need any more t-shirts (… or mugs).

I’m literally running out of physical space. If I have enough band and travel t-shirts, I may seek getting them made into a quilt. I need 42 for a queen sized quilt. My sports attire I live in and don’t think I can part with even to make a quilt which would preserve the items. And, I think it would fuel the purchase of more sports attire— which is no solution to the initial problem (lack of space).

The lack of space triggered a closet clean out project that I’ve been working on all summer. Currently, I’m down to needing to put hoodies into totes. But it’s going to be cold soon and I’m questioning the tote solution. I’ll figure it out.

I also have a lot of things for the church rummage sale, but that is in October. I’m driving my Mom-Mom nuts with piles of things here, a tote bag there— it’s just all in process and not finalized and I understand her frustration.

Basically, I need to keep working on getting my shit together emotionally, medicinally and physically. Haha

This evening, I did have a nice dinner with Dan & Betsy at Founding Farmers. I swear it’s my favorite restaurant. I could go there all of the time. They enjoyed it as well. We had an enjoyable time and I brought home some chocolates to share with Mom-Mom.

Mom-Mom and I chatted and then read “Good Enough” by Kate Bowler and Jessica Richie. We’ve been doing this practice together because I feel she has strong faith and I found that I would need to have conversations after certain chapters. Therefore, it became a practice with us and I enjoy that we’re doing it together. The best is that there isn’t pressure to do it daily and we do it at our own pace and have meaningful conversations after we each read the chapter. It’s something I’ll be glad we’ve done and accomplished in the future and I value the wisdom that I get from the conversations.

I’m finally starting to feel a bit more on the sleepy side. Maybe I just needed to get rid of these thoughts, no matter how mundane. Also, day two of cycle three of Ibrance: so far, so good.

Thank you all for your support and of course reading my work!

El Fin.