#drowzy speaks

[drowzyscatterbrain]

me just freshly started to feel attraction for sans undertale:

oh uh, ok this is happening uhhhm maybe i should keep it quiet so i don't look weird...??

recently:

i find every fictional skeleton hot and sans undertale is at fault. what has he done to me, i will never look at a skeleton the same way i did ever again. also the mere sight of him brings me immense joy and i will simp for him until the end of time.

[chosok-amo]

PAIN, SUFFERING AND JESUS : GOJO SATORU, GETO SUGURU

feeling like shit? feeling nauseous? you are having a fever?don't worry, your two amazing boyfriends are ready to take care of you!

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you wake up in the middle of the night, shivering as a sudden chill creeps over you. nestled between your two boyfriends, you can hear the steady rhythm of their breathing, both of them sound asleep.

despite being surrounded by their warmth, you still feel cold. shifting slightly, you snuggle closer to them, but it doesn’t help much. in a soft, sleepy voice, you mumble, “baby, i’m cold,” hoping one of them will stir and pull you closer.

gojo is first to wake, groggily blinking away at his drowziness and shifting to hold out his arms. “c’mere,” he murmurs, already knowing what you need.

gojo wraps an arm around your waist, pulling your body flush against him. his legs intertwine with yours, effectively pinning you against his chest. he rubs his cheek against your head affectionately, feeling your soft hair against his skin. his voice is rough with sleep as he murmurs, “better?” he whispers, his breath against your skin sending shivers down your spine for a different reason now.

you nestle into gojo's embrace, feeling the warmth of his body as he pulls you close. but despite the comfort of his arms around you, the cold still lingers, and you can’t help but shiver. your body trembles slightly as you try to get closer to him, but it’s not enough.

noticing your continued shivering, gojo frowns slightly in concern, tightening his hold on you. just then, you feel a shift on the other side of the bed. geto stirs, waking up to the sound of your soft shivers. without a word, he reaches for the blanket, draping it over both you and gojo, cocooning you in warmth.

“there we go,” geto murmurs, his voice thick with sleep as he wraps an arm around you from the other side, adding to the warmth. the combined heat of both of them finally starts to chase away the chill, and you relax between them, feeling safe and warm at last.

geto nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, his breath hot against your skin. “god, you’re freezing,” he mumbles, his voice still groggy from sleep. he brushes his fingertips over your arm in gentle, languid movements, as if to check your skin temperature. gojo’s hand rubs up and down your back in soothing circles. when he speaks, his voice is still thick with sleep. “you should’ve woken us up sooner, princess,” he murmurs, his lips grazing the top of your head in a light kiss.

you snuggle deeper into the warmth of their embrace, but despite the comfort they offer, you can’t shake the uneasy feeling lingering in your body. as geto’s breath tickles your neck and gojo’s hand moves soothingly along your back, you hesitate for a moment before speaking.

“i… i’m not feeling well,” you finally admit, your voice barely above a whisper. the shivers running through your body aren’t just from the cold, and you can’t ignore the growing ache that seems to be spreading. your eyes are still closed as you try to go back to sleep.

hearing your quiet admission, both gojo and geto immediately become more alert. they exchange a glance over your head, concern evident in their eyes.

gojo gently cups your face, turning it towards him. his thumb rubs against your cheek in a comforting gesture. “what do you mean, you don’t feel well?” he asks, his voice low and gentle. geto’s hand still moves over your skin, but his touch is firmer now, searching for a clue as to what’s wrong. “baby, are you in pain?”

you can feel both of their eyes on you as they wait for an answer. the silence feels heavy and the concern in their voices makes your heart ache. gojo moves his hand from your face to rest it on your forehead. he gently presses his palm against your skin, checking for a fever. “do you have a headache?” he asks quietly. geto’s gaze never leaves your face, his eyes searching for any sign of discomfort. “anywhere else hurts?” he inquires, his fingers gently tracing along your arm.

you nod slowly in response to gojo's question, feeling the warmth of his hand on your forehead as he checks for a fever. the gentle pressure of his touch and the concerned looks from both of them make you feel a bit more vulnerable, but also deeply cared for. “my head..” you admit softly, your voice barely above a whisper. as the ache in your head persists, you wrap your arm tighter around gojo's waist, seeking more of his warmth.

“i’m still cold,” you mumble, almost like a plea, your words muffled as you press yourself closer to him, hoping that somehow their combined warmth will chase away the chills and discomfort. gojo's arm slides around your back, pulling you even closer against him. he holds you to his chest like a lifeline, his hand rubbing soothing circles along your back.

geto shifts behind you, propping himself up on one elbow. he presses his palm against your forehead, checking your temperature for himself. his lips press against your shoulder in a soft, affectionate kiss. “yeah, you definitely have a fever,” he sighs lightly. gojo's fingers tangle gently in your hair, his touch firm yet tender. “you should’ve told us sooner,” he scolds gently.

both gojo and geto exchange a quick glance before focusing back on you. while gojo tightens his arms around you and pulls you closer, burying your face against his shoulder, geto gently pats your head.

gojo's voice is gentle but firm as he speaks up. “we need to check your temperature,” he murmurs, shifting a little to reach for a digital thermometer on the nightstand. geto nods in agreement, carefully draping the blanket tighter around you. “just hold still, okay?” he instructs, keeping a soothing hand on your back.

you feel gojo lean to the side to grab the thermometer, and you can hear the gentle click as he turns it on. you know it's only to check your temperature, but the sound in the silent room makes you shiver slightly. geto's hand continues to stroke your back soothingly, his touch grounding as the two of them prepare to take your temperature. “open up, princess,” gojo says quietly, the thermometer hovering near your mouth.

you reluctantly pull your face away from gojo's chest, the warmth of his skin slipping away as you do. with a small, tired sigh, you tilt your head back just enough to look up at him, your eyes heavy with exhaustion. gojo’s gentle expression and the soft glow of the thermometer in his hand make you feel a bit more at ease.

obediently, you open your mouth slightly, allowing gojo to place the thermometer under your tongue. the cool metal feels strange against your warm skin, and you close your eyes as you lean your head back against his chest, waiting for the soft beep that would signal it was done. through it all, geto’s hand never stops its soothing strokes on your back, his touch calming as you try to relax in their care.

gojo holds the thermometer gently, his hand supporting your head to keep it steady. he watches as the small number on the screen counts up slowly, his eyes flicking between it and your tired face.

geto's hand slides down from your back to your hip, his thumb rubbing slow, soothing circles against your skin. he leans closer, placing a soft kiss to your temple as he waits alongside gojo for the thermometer to finish its work. after a few moments, the soft beep finally sounds out, and gojo gently removes the thermometer from your mouth.

gojo checks the readout, his brow furrowing slightly as he sees the numbers displayed. he shows it to geto silently, who looks at it with a concerned frown.

“102,” he reads aloud, his voice low. he exchanges a worried glance with gojo before turning his attention back to you. gojo tucks the thermometer back onto the nightstand before wrapping his arm around you again, pulling you closer against him. “princess, that's a pretty high fever,” he murmurs, his hand rubbing up and down your arm.

geto's hand moves back up to your forehead, his fingertips pressing lightly against your skin. he leans forward a little, concern etched on his face. “are you feeling nauseous at all?” he asks, his voice gentle but laced with worry.

gojo's arm stays firmly around you, his touch firm but comforting as he holds you to his chest. “have you eaten anything since dinner?” he inquires, thinking that your empty stomach might be contributing to your current state. his fingers brush a stray lock of hair from your face, his gaze searching yours for any sign of what might be wrong.

you groan softly in protest as they lay you down, feeling a wave of frustration bubble up at the sudden shift in position. but your body feels heavy, and you sink back against the pillows. you shake your head slightly, feeling a bit overwhelmed by their questions.

gojo's and geto's gazes meet over your head, their concern growing at the realization that your empty stomach might be exacerbating your fever. geto's hand gently squeezes your shoulder, his touch both firm and soothing as he glances at gojo before speaking. “we need to get some food into you, princess. maybe it’ll help you feel better.” gojo nods in agreement, his hand still gently stroking your hair. “do you think you can stomach some soup?” he asks, his voice soft and patient.

with your eyes still closed, you instinctively lean toward the warmth closest to you, feeling the steady comfort of their presence. you nod slightly, the movement small and tired, but enough to show that you're willing to try. gojo's arm tightens around you as you lean into his touch. he can feel your fatigue, the way your body feels heavy and tired against him. he gently presses his lips to the top of your head, his kiss tender and full of concern. both men exchange a smile, relieved that you’ve agreed to eat something.

geto gently pats your shoulder as he rises from the bed. “we’ll get you some soup, love. you stay here and rest,” he instructs, the concern still evident in his eyes. gojo's hold on you doesn't loosen, he keeps you tucked into his side as he adjusts his position to make you more comfortable. “we'll be right back,” he promises, his fingers still tangled in your hair.

as you hear geto mention leaving the room, a wave of panic sweeps over you. their presence is the only thing keeping the chill and discomfort at bay, and the thought of them leaving—even for a moment—makes you feel even more vulnerable.

slowly, you open your eyes, your gaze shifting between gojo and geto as they prepare to move away from the bed. “no,” you murmur, your voice hoarse and soft. you shift slightly, tightening your hold on gojo as if to anchor him in place. “i… i wanna go with you.” the words come out in a whisper, but they’re laced with a hint of desperation.

your eyes, though heavy with fatigue, show your need to stay close, not wanting to be left alone even for a short time. you cling to gojo’s warmth, and though you know they’re just going to the kitchen, the comfort of being near them is something you’re not willing to let go of at the moment. and they know you tend to get more clingy when you are sick.

both gojo and geto pause at the sound of your small, almost pleading voice. they exchange a quick glance, their eyes meeting over you as they silently communicate without words.

gojo's arms wrap more firmly around you, pulling you tight against his side. he gently cards his fingers through your hair, his touch reassuring and affectionate. “you need to rest, princess,” he murmurs, his voice soft and gentle. geto hesitates for a moment before sighing quietly, a hint of a smile on his face. “we’ll only be in the kitchen, love. we'll be right back.” you shake your head and wrap your arms around gojo's neck tightly, refusing to let go.

gojo's eyes widen slightly as you cling to him, your arms wrapping around his neck in a tight hold. he glances over your head at geto, silently seeking his input.

geto watches the scene with a mixture of slight amusement and fondness, knowing how clingy you tend to get when you're not feeling well. he sighs lightly, his voice laced with resignation. “we can't say no to that, can we?” he remarks, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

both men exchange a knowing look; they know that resisting your clinginess can be futile. they also know that your need for them is greater when you're unwell. gojo's arms tighten around you again, holding you securely in his embrace. he shoots a quick glance over your head at geto before speaking. “fine,” he concedes, his voice gently firm. “you can come with us. but you have to stay close, alright?”

geto's eyes soften as he meets gojo's glance, understanding exactly what he's thinking. he knows how much you need their presence right now, especially when you're feeling so vulnerable. without hesitation, he moves to your shared wardrobe, his movements fluid and purposeful.

as he opens the wardrobe, geto quickly scans the shelves, his hand reaching for a familiar hoodie—one of his oversized ones that you often borrow because of how warm and comforting it is. he pulls it out along with a pair of thick socks, knowing that the added warmth will help you feel more comfortable.

he returns to your side, his expression gentle as he kneels down in front of you. “here, love,” he murmurs, holding up the hoodie. “let's get you warm first.”

with care, geto slips the hoodie over your head, his hands moving slowly so as not to jostle you too much. the fabric is soft and comforting, enveloping you in its warmth as he pulls it down over your body. he then helps you with the socks, his touch gentle as he slides them onto your feet, making sure they're snug.

gojo watches as geto carefully dresses you in his hoodie and helps you slip on the socks, his gaze filled with tenderness. he runs his hand slowly up and down your back, feeling the soft fabric of the hoodie beneath his palm.

he can see the way the oversized garment engulfs your small frame, making you look even more vulnerable and fragile. it's a sight that stirs a protective instinct within him, a need to keep you safe and warm. once you're fully dressed with the hoodie on and the cozy socks covering your feet, gojo takes a moment to appreciate how cute you look wearing geto's hoodie. he reaches out and tugs on the hood slightly, pulling it down to cover your head.

“you look adorable,” he murmurs, his voice filled with affection. he shares a fond smile with geto before reluctantly shifting his hold on you, preparing to stand up. geto stands up from where he was kneeling, his eyes still on you as you remain cuddled in gojo's arms. he takes a moment to admire his hoodie on you, feeling a pang of warmth in his chest at the sight of you wrapped in his garment.

“ready?” geto asks, his voice soft and gentle as he looks at you. he offers his hand, ready to guide you off the bed and towards the kitchen. you nod sluggishly, your head feeling heavy with exhaustion. you slowly untangle yourself from gojo's embrace, your movements still slightly clumsy and sluggish.

gojo helps you up from the bed, his arm wrapping around your waist to support you as you stand. “take it slow, princess,” he warns, his voice laced with concern as he steadies you.

once you're on your feet, you take a moment to gather your bearings, leaning lightly against gojo's side. geto moves to flank your other side, offering you more stability as you begin to move towards the kitchen. gojo's hand stays firmly on your waist as he guides you carefully across the room, his support steady and reassuring. his eyes constantly flicker towards your face, searching for any signs of worsening condition.

geto walks closely on your other side, his hand hovering near your back, ready to reach out and help if you stumble. both men are silently on alert, their protective instincts fully engaged as they navigate you to the kitchen. the kitchen is filled with a calm, dimly lit ambiance as they enter. the cool tiles are a stark contrast to your warm, feverish body. gojo gently steers you towards the counter, where a chair awaits.

“sit down, princess,” he instructs, his voice gentle but firm. he holds onto you as you take a seat on the chair, his hand resting on your back. geto moves to the nearby stove, preparing to heat up some soup for you to eat.

as you sit down, the coolness of the kitchen tiles beneath your feet contrasts sharply with the warmth of your feverish skin, making you shiver slightly. the dim light feels harsh against your eyes, and the headache that's been lingering grows more intense. you let out a low groan, closing your eyes briefly as you prop your elbow on the countertop, using your hand to support your heavy head.

both gojo and geto notice your discomfort as they see you shiver and close your eyes as you lean on the counter. gojo's eyes narrow with concern as he moves closer, his hand sliding up to your forehead to check your temperature.

“you alright, princess?” he queries softly, his tone filled with worry. he keeps his hand on your forehead, feeling the heat radiating off your skin. geto, meanwhile, continues to heat up the soup on the stove, his eyes periodically flicking back towards you to monitor your state.

you shake your head slightly, eyes still closed as you lean more into the counter. “no, i feel worse,” you mumble, your voice barely above a whisper. the warmth of gojo’s hand on your forehead is soothing, but the fever and headache make everything else feel overwhelming. you can hear the soft clatter of dishes as geto works at the stove, his occasional glances your way not going unnoticed. despite feeling awful, you’re comforted by their presence, knowing they’re both taking care of you.

gojo's expression tightens further as you murmur your distress, his concern deepening as he feels your skin getting warmer under his palm. his hand gently cups the side of your face, his thumb stroking your cheek tenderly.

geto, hearing your words, glances back from the stove, his gaze fixated on you. there's a flicker of worry mirrored in his eyes, silently echoing the same concern that's evident in gojo's expression. “princess,” gojo says softly, his voice thick with worry, “how bad does the headache feel?”

you groan softly, your voice barely above a whisper as you mumble, “fucking 100.” the pain throbs behind your eyes, and you feel utterly drained. without another word, you let your head rest against the cool countertop, seeking any relief you can find. your eyes flutter closed, and you take a deep, shaky breath, hoping to escape the pounding in your skull, even if only for a moment.

gojo's thumb continues to stroke your cheek tenderly, his worry evident in the way his hand trembles slightly. geto watches you with a furrowed brow, his heart aching to see you in pain. the atmosphere in the room feels heavy with concern, but their presence is a small comfort, grounding you as you try to endure the relentless headache.

gojo's eyes widen slightly at your response, his heart clenching with worry. he keeps his hand on your cheek, gently caressing your skin as he watches you rest your head against the countertop.

geto, having heard your reply, turns around fully from the stove, his expression one of clear concern. “oh, poor baby,” he mutters under his breath, the word a silent reflection of his anxiousness. gojo's grip on you tightens slightly as he speaks again, his voice low and firm, “we need to get your fever down, princess.”

both men exchange a brief, worried glance before geto nods, his jaw set tightly. he grabs a bowl from the nearby cupboard and quickly scoops some soup into it, setting it down on the counter next to you. “try and eat a bit of this,” he instructs gently, his voice filled with quiet urgency, “it'll help you feel better.”

gojo remains at your side, his hand still caressing your cheek as he watches you rest against the counter, a mixture of worry and protectiveness evident in his eyes. you sit up slowly, taking the spoon from geto’s hand. despite the lingering headache and fatigue, you start to eat the warm soup. the heat of it soothes your throat and warms you from the inside, offering some comfort.

gojo watches quietly as you slowly start to eat the soup, a small sense of relief visible on his face. it's a simple act, but it shows that you're at least trying to eat despite not feeling well. geto's gaze doesn't waver, his eyes fixed on you as you eat. he watches every movement, ready to step in if needed. he leans against the counter, his arms crossed. gojo breaks the brief silence, his voice soft, “how does the soup taste, princess?”

you take a few more reluctant spoonfuls of the soup before muttering, “like shit because my tongue can’t taste anything.” your tone is flat, reflecting the discomfort that’s overwhelming your senses. despite your attempt to eat, the lack of taste only serves as a reminder of how lousy you feel.

a mixture of surprise and slight amusement flickers across gojo’s face at your honest answer. it’s a bit unexpected, but it also shows that despite not feeling well, you haven’t entirely lost your sense of humor.

geto, on the other hand, rolls his eyes a little but can't help but crack a small smile as well. “you haven't lost your wit, that's for sure,” he remarks, his voice filled with affectionate teasing. geto can’t help a small, fond smile at your reply. he knows that your bluntness is a sign that you’re still yourself, despite feeling under the weather.

gojo’s fingers run through your hair affectionately, a small chuckle escaping his lips. “well, i suppose it's not the soup's fault you can't taste anything.” gojo’s expression softens, though the concern in his eyes remains. he gently rubs your back, offering silent comfort. “we’ll find something that helps,” he says quietly, his voice reassuring even as he shares your frustration.

you chuckle softly, the sound a bit raspy but genuine. “i'm sure the soup is good,” you murmur, a small smile tugging at your lips, “but all my tongue can feel is just warm.” your eyes meet theirs, still grateful for the effort they've put in despite your current state. their presence and affection are what really comfort you, even more than the soup.

gojo's smile widens slightly as he watches your small smile and listens to your raspy voice. the sight is endearing, despite your current illness. he continues to gently run his fingers through your hair, his touch soothing.

geto leans further against the counter, his arms crossed over his chest. he meets your gaze, his eyes filled with a mixture of concern and affection. he silently studies you, noting your smile and the gratitude in your eyes. “don't worry about it, princess,” geto says softly, “just focus on eating.”

as you slowly continue to eat, gojo and geto both remain where they are, their eyes still fixed on you. they exchange another glance, a silent conversation passing between them. it's clear that they're both worried about your condition, but they're also trying to keep a calm and steady presence for your sake. they can see the exhaustion and discomfort you're experiencing, and they're silently determined to do whatever they can to help bring down your fever.

suddenly, a wave of nausea washes over you, and you quickly bring your hand up to cover your mouth, your face contorting in discomfort. your body tenses as you fight the urge to vomit, and you feel a surge of panic at the sudden wave of sickness.

as gojo and geto observe you, they instantly pick up on the change in your expression. your hand covering your mouth and your face contorting in discomfort immediately gives away that something is amiss. gojo's hand drops from your hair, his eyes widening in concern when you cover your mouth. geto straightens up rapidly, his arms uncrossing. “princess?” gojo's voice is tight with worry as he immediately moves closer to you, his hand going to your back. geto steps forward too, his eyes watching you closely, “are you feeling nauseous?”

you barely have time to react before the nausea overtakes you. with a sudden, unsteady motion, you stumble toward the sink, your hand still pressed to your mouth as you fight to stay in control.

when you finally reach the sink, you can’t hold it any longer. you lean over and throw up, the sudden upheaval making your entire body feel weak and trembling. the coldness of the sink against your skin and the unpleasant taste in your mouth only add to your discomfort.

as you stumble and rush toward the sink, both gojo and geto immediately move in to provide support. they see the immediate switch from discomfort to nausea and know exactly what's coming next. as you lean over the sink and begin to vomit, they both instinctively reach out. gojo's arm steadies you from behind, his hand supporting your back, while geto steps closer to your side, his hand reaching to hold your hair back. “let it out, princess,” geto whispers gently, his voice filled with concern, “let it out.”

as you feel another wave of nausea hit, you weakly try to push them away, your voice trembling as you murmur, “don’t look, it’s disgusting.” your words are barely out before you’re throwing up again, the sound of your own discomfort only adding to the embarrassment. gojo's grip on you from behind doesn't loosen as you try to push him away. he remains steadfast in his support, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back, even as you protest.

“don't worry about that, princess,” he murmurs back, his voice soft but firm, “we just want to make sure you're okay.”

geto stays by your side, his hand still holding your hair back and his eyes focused on you. he doesn't budge, continuing to help and support you through the episode. “just focus on getting it out,” he reassures gently.

as you continue to throw up, gojo and geto stay by your side, their presence a constant, steady reassurance. they don't show any revulsion or disgust, their only concern being your well-being.

after a few tense moments, you're finally done. you lean heavily against the sink, your body trembling with the aftermath, your face paler than it was before. gojo's hand remains on your back, his touch gentle and comforting. “it's alright, princess,” he murmurs. geto's hand gently lets go of your hair as you finish.

leaning heavily against the sink, you take deep, shaky breaths, your body still trembling from the ordeal. you glance up at them, your face pale and weary. “i hate being sick,” you mumble weakly, your voice barely above a whisper. you let out a sigh, feeling a mix of frustration and exhaustion.

both gojo and geto can see the toll your sickness is taking on you. the paleness of your face and the weakness in your voice are clear indications of how much this illness is affecting you. gojo's hand on your back continues to rub soothing circles, his touch gentle and reassuring. “we know, princess,” he murmurs, his voice filled with concern. geto moves closer, his eyes filled with a mixture of empathy and worry. “but you'll get through this. we'll be here with you every step of the way.”

as you lean against the sink, your body is still shaking from the episode, they both exchange a worried glance. gojo continues to soothingly rub your back, trying to offer comfort despite the situation. “just take a moment to breathe, princess,” he instructs gently, his voice filled with worry, “do you think you're done throwing up?”

geto reaches to grab a nearby towel, dampening it under the faucet briefly before wringing it slightly and handing it to you, “here, you can use this to wipe your mouth.” you nod weakly, accepting the damp towel from geto with a grateful smile. as you dab your mouth and try to steady your breathing, you look up at them with a mixture of exhaustion and regret. “i’m sorry for making you wake up so late,” you say softly, your voice tinged with guilt. “i know you must be tired from work.”

as you apologize quietly, both gojo and geto's expression visibly softens. they can hear the guilt and remorse in your voice, the exhaustion in your eyes. gojo shakes his head, a comforting smile on his face. “don't apologize, princess,” he says gently. “your health is more important than our sleep. we'd rather be here for you, no matter the time.”

geto nods his agreement, his eyes filled with understanding, “we'd much rather be here with you, making sure you're okay.” they can both see the exhaustion on your face, the guilt you feel for interrupting their rest written all over your expression. but they refuse to let you feel bad about it. gojo's hand continues to slowly rub your back soothingly as he responds, “seriously, princess. you don't need to apologise for needing help.”

geto adds, his voice soft yet sincere, “we mean it. we'd much rather be here with you than sleep. you being alright is all that matters.” gojo and geto's expressions remain firm and sincere as they reassure you. they both know that you're feeling guilty for waking them up so late, but they want you to know how unimportant it is compared to your well-being.

gojo's hand continues to move in soothing circles on your back, the motion a constant, gentle reassurance of their presence and care. “we’re here for you, princess,” he says softly, his voice filled with determination, “we'll take care of you until you feel better.” geto nods his agreement, his expression reflecting gojo's determination. “you're not a bother, and you're not interrupting anything,” he says firmly. “our priority is making sure you feel better, and we won’t leave your side until you do.”

gojo's hand comes to a stop on your back, his hand squeezing your shoulder gently. “you're not a burden, princess,” he asserts, his voice gentle but firm. “we chose to care for you. don’t ever feel guilty for needing that care.”

geto nods in agreement, his eyes filled with determination. “that's right,” he echoes, his voice filled with a mixture of compassion and resolve. “we'll do whatever it takes to make you feel better.”

gojo can't help but let out a small, soft chuckle. “besides, a little late-night wake-up is nothing compared to what we're used to with our job.” geto rolls his eyes at gojo's lighthearted comment, but there's a hint of a smile on his face as well.

gojo grins at seto's eye roll, his own eyes sparkling with amusement. he knows that in the grand scheme of the job they do, staying up late for you is nothing new. “see, we're actually kinda used to this,” he says, his voice tinged with a touch of cheeky humour.

geto rolls his eyes again but this time, he can't help but crack a small smile at gojo's lightheartedness. “yes, but most missions don't involve dealing with vomit and fevers,” he replies with a hint of dry wit.

you chuckle lightly at their banter, but the sound quickly turns into a groan as the fatigue overwhelms you. sliding down to the floor, you rest your back against the counter, your body feeling heavy and drained. “you guys are ridiculous,” you mumble, trying to smile despite the discomfort. but even as you try to play it off, the exhaustion in your eyes is clear, and your chuckle fades into a sigh as you close your eyes, seeking a moment of peace.

as you chuckle and slide down to the floor, both gojo and geto's expressions instantly fill with concern. they can see the fatigue taking its toll on you, your body slumped against the counter, your eyes closing in exhaustion.

gojo lets out a low sigh, his hand dropping from your shoulder. geto's smile fades, his eyes filled with worry as he takes a step closer. “princess,” gojo says quietly, his voice laced with concern. “you need to rest, not sit on the cold floor.”

as gojo's words sink in, the overwhelming fatigue and the throbbing pain in your head finally break through your resolve. tears well up in your eyes, and before you can stop them, they spill over, running down your cheeks. you cover your face with your hands, trying to stifle the sobs, but it's no use—everything just feels too much.

both gojo and geto are stricken with a profound sense of concern and worry as they see the tears rolling down your face. seeing you struggle to hold back sobs, the pain and fatigue clear on your face, they can't hide the pained expressions on their own faces.

gojo immediately sinks to the floor beside you, his arms instinctively wrapping around you, pulling you gently towards his chest. his hold is firm but gentle, a protective embrace. geto kneels down in front of you, his hand reaching to gently pull away your hands from your face.

as gojo holds you close, his arms around you in a secure embrace, he can feel the tremors of sobs racking through your body. geto kneels in front of you, his fingers gently prying your hands away from your face, uncovering your tear-streaked cheeks.

“shh, princess, it's alright,” gojo whispers, his voice a gentle murmur against your hair, “let it out. there's no shame in letting go.” geto's eyes are filled with sympathy as he looks at your tear-streaked face. he reaches forward, his fingers gently brushing away some of the tears trickling down your cheeks. “it's okay, sweetheart,” he says, his voice soft and comforting. “just cry it out. we're here.”

gojo continues to hold you tight against his chest, his hand rubbing slow, soothing circles on your back. every now and then, he presses a soft kiss to your forehead, murmuring reassurances as he holds you. you sniffle and wipe at your eyes, feeling a little comforted by their gentle touches and soft words. “i … wanna go to bed,” you murmur, your voice shaky and small. the exhaustion is hitting you hard now, and all you can think about is lying down and trying to escape the pain in your head.

as you murmur that you just want to go to bed, both gojo and geto's expressions immediately soften even more. gojo's hold on you doesn't loosen, his hands continuing to rub soothing circles on your back. “of course, princess,” he says quietly, his voice filled with tenderness, “let's get you to bed. you need to rest.”

geto nods in agreement, his expression filled with concern and care. “we'll get you into bed and make sure you're comfortable,” he adds, his hand going to your arm, preparing to help you rise from the floor. you look up at gojo with a tired, pleading expression. “can you carry me?” you ask softly, your voice barely above a whisper, “i don’t feel like walking.”

as you look up at gojo with a tired and pleading expression, asking to be carried, his eyes soften as he looks at you. without hesitation, he nods and shifts his arms, one going under your knees and the other around your back. “of course, princess,” he says softly, “i've got you.”

with a gentle but firm hold, he carefully scoops you up into his arms, lifting you from the floor and against his chest. his movements are steady and careful, ensuring your comfort. as gojo carries you into the bedroom, geto follows closely behind, flicking off the lights on their way. in his hand, he carefully holds a glass of water and your medication, making sure they're easily within reach from the bedside.

once they reach the bed, gojo gently lowers you down onto the sheets, his arms still maintaining a supportive hold. geto steps over, setting the glass and medicine on the bedside table, always focused on your comfort and care. both gojo and geto watch as you begin to drift off, your eyelids already flickering closed. seeing your exhaustion and fatigue taking their toll, they exchange a sympathetic glance over you.

gojo carefully tucks the blankets around you, his touch gentle and careful not to wake you. “rest, princess,” gojo murmurs quietly, his voice barely above a whisper, “we'll keep watch for the night.”

while gojo hovers by your side, geto settles down comfortably beside you, delicately placing an extra blanket over you, ensuring you're perfectly tucked in and warm. he then dips his head down, planting a tender kiss on your forehead, his touch filled with love and reassurance. “you'll be alright, sweetheart,” he whispers softly, his voice brimming with warmth and reassurance, “we'll make sure of it. we promise.”

as you drift off to sleep and geto settles in beside you, gojo stands watch for a while, his eyes flicking between you and the door. he listens to the soft sounds of your breathing, his body and mind at ease now that he knows you're comfortable and rest.

geto reaches out, his hand finding yours under the covers, his fingers lacing with yours in a comforting grip. he gives your hand a light, reassuring squeeze, a silent assurance that they're both there, watching over you. they both know that you're deeply asleep, but they can't help but stay by your side, their protective instincts preventing them from leaving you. they whisper quietly to each other, discussing your condition and what they can do to help.

every now and then, one of them will gently brush your hair away from your forehead, or adjust the blankets around you, ensuring your comfort is their priority. as you sleep deeply, gojo and geto stay close by, their presence a constant source of comfort. they keep their voices low, talking quietly about your condition to avoid waking you.

“we should ask shoko about this,” gojo suggests softly, sliding under the covers on your other side. “she might have some insight or better advice.”

geto nods, his gaze still on you as he adjusts the blankets. “yeah, that’s a good idea. we’ll reach out to her first thing tomorrow. for now, let’s just focus on keeping her comfortable.” their voices are filled with concern, their eyes constantly checking on you as they continue their quiet watch.

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@junni-berry @fortunatelyfurrygiver @soraya-daydreams @diorzs @dancing--devils @iloveboysinred @holylonelyponyeatingmacaroni

[k2ntoss]

he's almost dying but his death wish is something you can't deny him (faith dean winchester)

dean is almost dying, you are trying to find out a way to cure him because none of you can bear the thought of losing him and at least he's being taken care of on the hospital or that's what you expect until you hear a knock on the door of your motel room, it's almost midnight so you can't help but think the worst; what if it's sam with bad news? well, it isn't, it's dean with a drowzy smirk and half lidded eyes, his skin is pale and there are dark circles under his green eyes "dean, what the he-?" you're not able to even finish your question when his lips are pressed against yours, his hands holding onto your waist as if trying to hold himself standing, body pressed against yours "i needed to see you, feel you one last time" his voice is low, raspy and a bit struggled as he speaks with a smile against your mouth as he walks, making you stumble back into the room, clumsy steps between sloppy kisses followed by the sound of the door being closed shut.

his lips are on your chin and then he trails down to your jaw and neck, dean's skin is cold and his lips send shivers down your spine as his hands slide under your shirt, fingers tracing the outline of your figure until he pushes you to sit on the bed "please... i haven't been able to stop thinking about you, i don't wanna die without having you one last time" dean's words make your heart ache, mind split between telling him you're not going to give in to his desire because he won't die and then there's that "what if?" because what if this is the last time you'll be able to kiss him or to look into his eyes as he lets you know how much he needs you, how much he loves you and let's not pretend that i doesn't breaks you to pieces "i wish i could tell you no at least one time" your words slip from your mouth and it makes him chuckle, a light cough escaping him before he lays you back, getting on top of you as his hands start to lift your shirt, lowering himself to start a trail of kisses from your stomach to your chest when he finally takes off every piece of clothing from your upper body while you squirm and sigh under his touch, fingers grasping to his hair to pull him closer before your hands start working to take dean's clothes off too until you're able to meet the pale skin of his chest, painted with the bruises and marks from the hunt that lead him to this state "i'm pretty sure that even being dead i'll miss this sweet body of yours" the coment is cheeky, that usual smirk of his making you feel like that he wasn't on the brim of death, your lips are met by his in another deep and hungry kiss before you are able to talk back and much to your surprise, this time it feels like he's in a rush, hands undoing your belt and then the buttons of your jeans and his need makes you do the same, the soft thud of your clothes hitting the floor is hushed by the kisses and low grunts that are escaping from both of you.

"i don't wanna lose a single second, sweetheart" he explains himself as his hands grab your thighs, pushing them to your chest as his lips trail the side of your neck, teeth trailing your skin while you grind your hips against him in a silent plea to make him finally take you "dean, please..." your voice is breathless, hands on his shoulders as your nails scratch his skin softly "feeling desperate already, babe?" and even on his worst time he'll find the strenght to tease you, to make you feel even needier and he loves that, he loves the way you moan softly when he pushes himself into you and how you seem to want him to forget any kind of courtesy to start right away but then again, he loves teasing, he moves slowly while kissing your neck, nibbling gently on your collarbone and enjoying the way you rock your hips to feel his strokes reaching deeper inside of you and that makes him smirk "i don't think i want to die when i won't be able to feel you around me anymore, love, the way you are so thight" it drags a loud moan from you because there he starts moving faster even when it looks like it takes a big effort from dean, his face sweaty when he keeps going in that relentless pace until he feels like you are about to reach your climax.

as long as dean knows, this is the last time he'll be able to feel you like this, there won't be anymore kissing or love making when he's dead so this night must be special "you're close, aren't you, baby?" he'll ask you in a soft whisper into your ear, a low growl leaving his throat when he starts giving more erratic thrusts with a smile when you just manage to nod, your moans making it impossible to form coherent sentences "let's do it together, please, baby" the rasp on his voice is enough to make you accept, and deep inside of your heart you know you'll do anything he wants you to, it just take you both a couple of minutes until the room is filled with satisfied moans and grunts, bodies shaking when you've both reached your high and a soft "i love you" meets your ears which is answered with a soft kiss to dean's lips

(is this smut? is this angst? idk i'm just letting my mind run free guys, happy new year and thanks for liking and supporting what i've written this days <3)

[bubuslutty]

May I request Gaz and his pretty little baker partner? Maybe their little apartment hideaway when Gaz comes back from a shitty mission and just needs his wife?

a/n: I took ages to answer this ask for some unknown reason (anxiety) but I did it! and thank you sm, anon <3

they/them pronouns (gender neutral)

Gaz with a baker partner!so. they might bake as a hobby or actually do it as a job, but either way, you can entertain both ideas.

Gaz with a massive sweet tooth that when he went out on dates with them for the first time, they gifted him some cookies they made, and boy, when he took a bite, he fell in love right then and there.

Yknow the saying abt how the quickest way to a man's heart (and my heart as well) is through their stomach? Well, Gaz just proved that right because the man is OBSESSED.

Will go on and on abt how his perfect baby cooks and bakes for him the best delicacies and spoils him rotten to the point that if he wasnt a soldier and had to stay in shape, all the sugar will def show in the form of him gaining some fat over his abs, but alas, your boy has to go and save the world (and burn calories while doing it).

The 141 are lowkey annoyed because he speaks so highly of his partners baking that they just get hungry everytime they hear their name, and keep giving shit to Gaz abt how he should let them eat some of the stuff his baby makes him, or at least take them home with him??? what the hell????

He also becomes so so picky with the stuff he eats outside now, he'll buy some Yumyums from Greggs and actually start telling his mates how his sweetheart makes them so much better.

oh that's too sweet.

that tastes articifial, is that even real fruit?

not baked enough

too dry.

They've heard it all atp.

His favourite thing to do when he gets home from a mission is just cuddle up with his darling, and eat bites from the cakes they've made, the croissants they've baked and bites of other sweet goodies. He won't ever tell anyone but he ends getting hand fed at some point. Just like I said, spoiled rotten <3

He enjoys eating whatever his honey made that he'll just eat until he's all full and drowzy, and you better believe he'll fall asleep with sugar at the corner of his lips.

(in my head Gaz loves homemade things so much, so when he's offered things people made for him, he appreciates it so much, esp if it's food, it's like, you care abt me so much, you cooked for me, you want me to eat, to stay healthy? I'll love you forever.)

[meilas]

fudgel - the act of giving the impression you are working, when really you are doing nothing crapulous - the feeling of having eaten or drunk too much zwodder - being drowzy/fuzzy snecklifter - someone who looks into a bar or pub to see if anyone in there will buy them a drink elflock - when you wake up with wavy hair. As far as I can tell, this is just another word for bed head. famelicose - constantly hungry. Your famelicose snecklifter pet will groke (see part two) until you give them food and then they will be crapulous. rawgabbit - somebody who speaks in strictest confidence about a subject of which they know nothing. Also known as "mansplaining" callipygian - to have a nice ass. clinomania - An obsessive desire to lie down groke - to stare intently at someone who is eating. basically what your pet does to you during dinner. brabble - to argue loudly about things that don't matter. Now tell me what color was the dress? woofits - a hangover ergophobia - the morbid fear of returning to work. I think we've all had this at one point or another. grubbling - "groping, but less organized" and relating to pockets. Those sound identical to me so I would call this one a very messy way of searching a small space. uhtceare - lying awake and feeling anxious before dawn. I love how specific this is. ditty - a short and simple song. here is an example. snollygoster - a person who is intelligent but has no principles. I'm sure we all know someone like that. hum durgeon - an imaginary illness. Like the Victorian era hysteria. bedward - heading toward bed. Which is where I should be going instead of making these lists of old english words. cockalorum - a self-important man. He will probably rawgabbit at you about that hum durgeon he's sure you've got. expergefactor - anything that wakes you up. Your alarm. A car alarm. The phone. Someone turning on your bedroom light because they've decided it's time for you to wake up. Your cat screaming at 4am because he's just eaten some food and he's dramatic. quomodocunquize - to make money in any way you can. besmirch - to make something dirty. erstwhile - things that are not current. former. This whole list, actually.

[ask-coveholden]

A finished commission I did for @drowzy-deer of their MC Moss and step 3 Cove!! <3 this one was really fun to work on, thank you so much!! <3

If you would like a commission like this please feel free to message me! My DM’s are open! I have a couple spots open still!

[hqprotectionsquad]

just got my wisdom teeth removed heheheheje so tired and i keep crying so what movie should i watch to make myself cry more later

[strawberrymilk-sunshine]

Dormez bien, mon trophée.

So like... Rook with a Beastman darling, eh?? :)

Featuring not that much French bc despite the fact that I learned French in elementary school I remember literally none of it, and also there's only like one mention of the fact that you're a Beastman oops my bad-

Warning(s): kidnapping, escaping, you get shot with an arrow, Rook's obviously a yandere

It's hard to believe that just a month ago, you were living a normal life. Just a month ago, none of this was happening to you. Just a month ago, you had no idea he existed.

Rook has had his eyes set on you for a while. A curious Beastman who did not stand out at all... but that's exactly what made you stand out to him. The fact that you chose not to put yourself out there is exactly what led Rook to notice you. You were unlike everyone else. An unknown beauty waiting to be found.

And eventually, he found you. That unknown beauty was his, and his alone. Just like a precious gemstone, or other things of great beauty and importance, you will be kept somewhere safe. Somewhere only he knows about.

But he's not entirely heartless. He loves you, after all. You will be given a window to see the beauty of the outside world, without leaving the safety of your room.

You ran.

You ran as fast as your legs could carry you.

As long as you run, there's hope for you. The second you stop running, he's won.

Your feet hit the ground one after another as you tried your best to get away, but in the end...

"There you are!"

In the end... it was all for nothing.

An arrow was shot through your abdomen and you screamed out in pain as you fell to the ground.

"Ah, my dear, when will you learn?" Rook asked, kneeling down and adjusting your body so that your head was laying in his lap. "Nothing escapes my watchful eyes."

You yelped out in pain once more as he ripped the arrow out of your body. He licked your blood off of the iron tip of the arrow, before noticing your expression.

"Hm? What's wrong, (Y/N)? You have no need to cry, I assure you I didn't hit you anywhere fatal." Rook said, placing his hand right below your wound. "See, right here... if I had hit right here, only ever so slightly below... I'd have punctured your intestines. And right here, if I had hit slightly above, then..." He smiled. "Then the arrow would've gone right through your right lung!"

"R-Rook... please ju-" Before you could finish speaking, Rook placed a finger to your lips.

"Ah, ah, ah, don't waste your breath, ma chéri." He insisted. "While I didn't hit anywhere fatal, you are still bleeding out. But there's no need to fret, my darling! I'll bandage you up, and you'll be just fine."

You felt an incredible sense of drowziness begin to overtake you. Rook seemed to notice this.

"It's taking effect is it?" Rook asked, pushing your hair out of the way of your eyes. "Yes, I knew ahead of time that you would refuse to return home with me regardless of what I did, so I tipped the arrow with a simple, non-lethal poison. Yet again, no need to worry, (Y/N), you'll simply go to sleep for a short while." Rook ran his fingers through your hair. "I understand what I'm doing may seem cruel, but you must understand... you are my prize, my love, my one and only, your beauty is for me and me alone to behold... so I must keep you safe, no matter what I must do to do so."

Rook picked you up off the ground as you began to unwillingly doze off.

"Dormez bien, mon trophée."

He kissed you on the forehead as you succumbed to the effects of the sleeping poison.

[bellafragolina]

Hello helloooooo!! i saw you where sick a few days ago i hope you feeling better!! I wrote you a thing that hope brights your day if you still sick. Anyway i am not pro but i tried my best when it comes to writting so my apollogize if it is wonky i draw but i cant write hahahah but i tried!! Is made with love 💕💖✨️🫂

Hope i made justice to Ren UnU

My ray of sunshine needs some rest

"My cute boyfriend, I am sorry... I catch a cold and I won't be able to go to visit you. Don't worry once I am fully recovered I will go to visit you! How does that sound?

- Ren 💖"

With that text, Kaede's soul left his body... a heavy boulder was crushing him and he was feeling anxious, some tears started to pour down his face...

"MY ARCEUS, W-WHAT IF SHE DIES?!? WHAT IF SHE ONLY SAYING THAT AND SHE ACTUALLY HAS A TERMINAL DISEASE?! WHAT IF SHE ACTUALLY NEEDS HELP!?! Smeargly!!!" The man started to uncontrollably sobbing, covering his face in despair "Smearglyyyyy come here!!" Hic...

The Pokémom arrived as soon as he heard his master, hugging him and comforting him patting his head to make him feel better

"Smeargly!!" Hic "I dont know what to do..." the man continue crying while more of his pokemon came closer to support him speaking to him to calm him down, Kaede cleaned his tears and looked at his partners "Ok... she is fine... but she needs me, i need to be brave! For Ren!!..." looking at his Sunflora he called for her "Sunsun bring me travel Bag! We are going to visit her!!"

As the time passed Renee was resting on her Bed, the fever got a little worse but she knew as long as she rested she will be fine. UNTIL! a knock on her door can be heard while a timid voice tried to make it is way.

*knock knock*

"my sunshine... are you there?... Smeargly are you sure this is the number? I know this is where she usually stay when she visits Johto"

A rustle can be heard when the door opened slowly "Kaede?... what are you doing here?" Before she could finish the man made his way inside the apartment, placing his things and searching for something on his bag. His Smeargle holding Ren hand to guide her back to the bed "Kaede!! If you stay you will catch my cold...I appreciate the visit but i don't want you to get sick!!" the man pulled what it seems a container with some home made soup and looked at her "Nonsense!! The great Kaede never fall sick! Now my dearest you shall rest and under my charge you will heal!" The pokémon looked at him with the most poker face a pokémon could make, if he could speak will definitly said "really?!?! Never?!?!" Ren apprecaited the gesture she giggle of how cute he could be sometimes with her.

She let herself rest, Kaede tucked her into the bed, placed a wet towel under her head and feed her the soup he made for her, it wasnt the best but it had the best intention. Ren feel content slowly falling asleep "thank you..." giving him a tender smile while finally letting herself be dragged by the world of dreams. Kaede smiled whispering a small "everything for you my dearest shine of light" patting her head he planted a small kiss on her lips and started drawing until she wakes up again.

After some time Ren heal and was like a new person! But now.... the one sick was Kaede resting on the bed of his studio on his pjs the man speaked with a drowzi gaze and his Furret at his side while he was petting it "My dearest sunshine come closer...." the man called for Ren she scold him "I told you, that you will get sick... i appreciate it but i just knew it!!" placing a wet towel over his forehead, the man coughing "it was worth it... i will give my life for you... but listen..." Ren sit next to him he hold her hand and as he speaks "my shunshine... my light of life.. Renee my dearest, as my last words..." cough cough Ren and smeargle just looked at each other moving their heads in negation "darling you are not going to die..." she knew how dramatic he can be sometimes specially when sick, the man interrupted opening his eyes "But what if now i do!!!" Ren just tucked him back to bed and told him "not under my watch now rest you doofus!"

Kaede did as Ren told him, he knew she was right... it was hard for him but he was happy that now she was back to normal, it was the only thing that mattered to him, seen his light of sunshine back at her brigthest self.

tadaaaaaa!! Fin💖

FBSOSBWOWBWOWNW

Ahhhhhh it’s so cute!!!!!! How precious!! I love it, darling, it’s so sweet!!! You’re so nice to me, writing something so sweet while I’m sick!!!

Ahh I’m gonna smooch you and Kaede both, you gosh darn sweethearts!! Mwah mwah mwah!!

You wrote Ren wonderfully! Thank you so much!! I really am so touched you wrote me something! It’s so cute and I adore every word! Thank you!!

~Renee

[drowzyscatterbrain]

feeling funky.

kinda wanna contort into an eldritch horror that lurks in the shadows and absorbs his bad dreams when he sleeps.

i can be the weird entity under his bed. or in the dark corners of his room.

yea.

[rockstar-bonett]

Every night you dream that you talk to a genie, when you wake up you can't remember what you wished for. One morning you wake up with a giant crab pincer replacing your right arm. What do you do?

I stare at the new limb attached to me in shock, not sure what to make of it. I start brainstorming on how this happened, my mind still a little foggy from just waking up.

Then I come to a realisation: My dreams might've been real this whole time. I always found it strange that it was a reoccuring dream with only small changes and yet I could never remember how it ended as in the actual wish itself. Still I never really thought much into it but now seemingly it had some effects on my real life too - if the giant crab pincer, replacing my arm and my dreams are truly connected in some way.

All in all it doesn't really matter. Now the most important thing is figure out how to deal with this situaison. I either have to get rid of it or try to learn to live with it. Of course, I'd try the former first. Having a crab pincer as an arm would be pretty inconvenient in the long run. Especially since it's my right arm which I mostly use for certain tasks.

But how would I even do it? I can't really go to a doctor because they'd probably just try to cut it off or something, then I'd loose my arm entirely. I also doubt I could turn to any of my friends since they would just freak out. Then again what would happen if I did keep it?

Well for starters I would pretty much be unable to do anything. I couldn't write or draw or even properly use my phone anymore. Eating would also proove to be difficult as well as any other daily activities, even getting dressed. But there must be some cooler sides to this, right? I mean I could cut things with it with ease and...and... Actually that's all I can think of. Speaking of cutting I might accident cut myself or others with it. That wouldn't be too great. Yeah it was stupid to even consider the good sides of this arm, maybe I should get back to figuring out how to make into an actual human arm again. Mmm, but I debunked that earlier, didn't I? Still I only considered options involving other people who are all but humans like myself.

If I showed this to anyone, they overreact the situaison because they couldn't make sense of it. When in reality it's nothing too serious, really. It's just that I have a crab arm now and I might be stuck with it forever...

Oh god... I have a crab arm now and I might be stuck with it forever!!!

My mind now completely cleared up from the morning drowziness from before and it is alert and paniced as ever. Earlier I just thought with a sort of detachment like it wasn't actually my problem but now I fully and truly realised it's the opposite. This thing is litterally attached to me! As long as it stays that way, I'm never gona be able to live a normal life again.

My eyes start to get teary because of my rising anxiety but I quickly stop myself from panicing and take a few deep breaths. It's gona be fine. I can fix this - I think to myself. There must be a way. There just has to be. C'mon think!

And that I do. Then I remember my dreams once more... That's it! The solution may be in my dreams! If I wished for this to happen and it came true, then if I just wish for it to go away, it probably will! Even if I don't remember it afterwards. It'd really be best if this all just stayed in my memory as a nightmare.

With that I lie back down in my bed and I wait for sleep to come take me. Sadly it doesn't really work however. I've become to alert and too awake to be able to sleep again. Despite that I stay still with my eyes closed but my attempt once again fails. This is no good. What do I do? I can't go to work like this. Especially since I'm probably already late. Oh well, I'll just...stay home today and wait until I can sleep again.

I open my eyes and to my surprise the scenery has changed. And before my eyes there is a figure floating above the ground. It's the genie!

"Welcome back, master." they speak. I stare in silence and shock. Was I already asleep? I didn't feel like being asleep. Everything felt too real and when I looked down to check my crab arm was still there. I sigh in disappointment but remember that the genie is still here. Right. Maybe I should ask them some questions.

"Genie, how come you're here? As far as I'm aware, I'm awake so... My real question is, how are you real? How-how is any of this real?"

The genie's expression doesn't change, then they answer as if they have been prepared for this question.

"It always has been. Up until this point, I only came to you through your dreams. But now you were so desparate to undo your wish that I felt I should come sooner this time."

"So I did wish for this thing huh." I ask while holding up the crab pincer. The genie nods. "That's right. I myself didn't understand either but you kept on insisting."

"I did?" I ask with a confused expression. "But why would I? A crab arm is nothing but inconveniences."

"I thought so too but kept going on and on about how it would be so cool and how many things you could do with it. And since your wish is my command, I was unable to stop you from making this decision." the genie explained with a sort of guilty expression.

I just sit there in complete shock at my own stupidity. Guess the saying that some ideas sound better in your head than said outloud, really is true. "Well, can you undo it?" I ask, quickly getting back to my point.

This time the genie's expression changes. It becomes much more serious than it already was.

"Well yes," they start "but..." they pause. I look at them confused as to why the hold up. After while, they continue speaking.

"I am not going to lie to you - mostly because the rules of genie-hood doesn't allow me to. If you make it... This will be your last wish." The genie says with complete seriousness. My eyes widen at the statement. "So... I won't be able to wish for anything else?"

"I am afraid not." the genie's expression saddens.

"But why?" I ask.

"There is a limit to how many wishes you can make. And it seems, you've used up just about all of it but this last one."

We both fall silent after that. I think about what consequenses this could have or what I could lose with it. The more I think about, the more I realise: not that much. I didn't know of the abnormal effects of my dreams until now so I will most likely be fine after they disappear.

"I see." I reply. "I still want you to do it though."

"I had a feeling you'd say that. And that is indeed the best decision. However..." the hesitation in his voice gives me a bad feeling.

"What is it genie?" I ask concerned.

"I do not mean to place a burden upon you but, I'm afraid once you make this wish, not only will it be your last but I will also be gone."

"You mean I won't be able to see you anymore...?"

"Correct."

I think things through once again and come to the same conclusion. The genie might be nice but I didn't know about them being real until now either. However

"Wait! The way you phrased it..." I come to a different realisation. "You're not gona...die are you?" The genie's expression softened up and out of the blue it bursts into a laugh.

"HAHAHA! I truly appritiate your concern Master but there is no need to worry. I will simply pass to another person's dreams. That's all there is to it."

"Oh." I exclaim sort of relieved. "How long have you been doing this?"

"For too long to count. I am bound to repeat this cycle until someone wishes me to be free." the sadness in their tone returns.

Suddenly I realise why they were so sad. If I make my wish to undo the previous one, then it's another wasted opportunity for the genie to get their freedom. So that's what they meant by not wanting to place a burden on me. What should I do? I can't decide between my own well being and someone else's freedom!

"Genie I..." as if they could read my thoughts

"Do not concern yourself with such things. I will be alright. I am to serve you and not the contrairy."

"But I can't just make you repeat this endless cycle again! I don't even care about my arm anymore, you have the right to be free!"

"I know and that is why you shouldn't worry. Somewhere, someday, someone will wish for my freedom. And that place, time and person doesn't have to be you." they say reassuringly but melancolicly.

I feel at a loss. I don't know what I'm supposed to do. Should I just take my chance and forget about genie? Or should I save them at a risk of not being able to live normally again. Neither is pleasing enough. Too bad I only have one wish. If only I could wish for more wishes. If only I didn't waste one from the last two on this stupid crab arm...

Then the idea hits me. It is risky yet somehow brilliant and is most likely the best solution to both of our problems. I just really, really hope it will work.

"Alright genie, I decided on my last wish."

"Very well. What is your wish, Master?"

I take a deep breath. I look at my arm and back at genie. This is probably the last time I will see the both of them.

"I wish...for you to reverse time before my second last wish."

The genie hesitates. Then just smiles, snaps their fingers and says

"Your wish is my command."

[fakeloveaskblog]

Greetings from the void, Remington Siest, I have been summoned in your stead—

Oh, it's you! We've already met! Right! Uh, Remus's nonbinary demon friend again, this time coming from the shadowy corners in your room that you never look to. My apologies for that little scare, it's my day job you see, and someone else did summon me to you; old habits die hard, yadda yadda. How have you been? How are you liking that Raccoon plushie I sent?

Now, as for what's been requested of me *sounds of paper shuffling* hmm, ok, yeah, that's easy! Remus adores you, can confirm! Both him and Janus love having you as a friend and while I cannot speak on Remus'd behalf on the matter I can say that Janus is absolutely smitten with you (on a romantic sense) beyond a shadow of a doubt! He doesn't and will never only want you for your body, or leave you if you were to reject any advances he may yet put forth, so you can rest easy on that issue!

Oh. *hears what Remy has to say to their summoner before the message sents* Oh my. *starts to panic* Seems things are worse than I thought. I have. No idea what to say that wouldn't make this any worse! Where's the person who cheers you up and sents you nice text messages when you need it?! Ah, guess if they're not here this falls to me until they do get here? Uh, darn the timer's running out, um.

Remy… you are amazing and a great person and your friends love you for you, and you alone, not just your body, you! (Remus is ace for crying out loud!) Other than the obvious… now, we don't have time to unpack all of that, but…! *quickly sents a link to a social media app on Remy's phone* So. *John Mulaney voice* Hey, do you want me to kill that guy for you? Because it sounds like he sucks and I would totally kill that guy for you!

(U!Virgil, emotional abuse)

Remy: "Oh girl I am loving the raccoon! I sewed him a lil like hoodie so now he like reminds me even more of my boyf. I have-"

They forced in a sharp breathe through their teeth while their whole body trembled from pain. The plushie was pressed close to their chest as they laid in bed. All the blinds were rolled down because any and all light would bring them a migraine right now.

"I haven't like....been doing too hot...I...It's like....a lot right now"

They took a few moments to really listen to your message. (How good that all demon messages came with an automatic playback function)

"...Jan does seem so sweet...and Rem makes me feel all warm...maybe you’re right" They buried their face into the soft fur of the plushie "I want Jan to like hold me like all the time. He's so soft"

(A part of them still felt doubt. Sweet guys had left them before. They tried to press the doubt deep deep down until they couldn’t hear it anymore)

"I really hope Jan like texts me about hanging out soon. Like shopping or eating at some resturant or like going out walking or whatever. I just wanna like talk to him. He seems like tots a good listener right? Would be like good to vent to I guess...I kinda want to...I trust him. I think....I shouldn’t vent....I shouldn’t”

The door opened. The small amount of light coming in made them whimper and hide down under the blanket. Virgil came in. He hunched down by the bed.

“You feeling any better?” 

“Bitch look at me. I’m dying more than a 70′s fashion trend!! Oh woe me!”

He kissed them on the nose before taking out a pill from one of the medicine bottles on their bedside table. Remy immediately tensed up.

If they took that pill then eventually the bottle would be empty and Virgil would have to pay for another and they wouldn’t have any way to make it up to him because they were useless and couldn’t work and could barely even be used properly and he would probably tell them himself how horrible of a burden they were and they were probably supposed to refuse or he would get mad and-

“You need it” He had a soft look in his eyes.

“I’m fine babe!” They spat out in panic.

Virgil grabbed onto their jaw and forced their mouth open. The back of their head got pressed down into the mattress. It hurt. They knew he would just sigh back how Everything hurt to them if they said anything. They grabbed onto his wrist to try and force him away, they couldn’t. He wasn’t strong but they were very weak. 

He pressed the pill down into the back of their mouth. “Swallow” He kept their mouth open until they did as told. “Good. Was that really hard” He muttered sarcastically.

Their whole body was still so tense it ached “Please babe you just sounded like a laughably pathetic daddy dom”

Virgil fiddled with his hoodie strings like he always did when he got flustered “I Uh didnt’ mean to. Gross. Eh. Dinner’s almost ready by the way”

“Don’t burn the stove down” They teased.

“Shut up you smartass” 

“You wish”

“Idiot” He said jokingly before kissing them. He left to check so the stove hadn’t actually burned down.

Remy painstakingly turned to look at you. They pressed the plushie closer. The medicine started to make them drowzy. It did that sometimes.

“My boyfriend doesn’t suck...he’s sweet. so sweet” They mumbled out “Most days he’s so sweet. Like today. And on bad days he just like doesn’t lie. He just says the truth..he gets so anxious about me leaving him....isn’t that like kinda romantic...him being so desperate for me to not leave he just...he just says stuff...and yells...and.....and it’s sweet. He’s so sweet”

They kind of wished Virgil would always be either sweet or honest. It made them so stressed to never know how they had to act. At least their dad never made them stressed like that. He was always angry. That made it easy

Remy gripped onto the stuffie harder. They hated when their brain made connections between his boyfriend and-

“He loves me. He just like loves me so much. All that stuff that sounds bad it’s either ‘cause he’s trying to make me stay, like I would leave or someting, or- or ‘cause it’s true”

....But....But they’d thought the whole thing about how no one else would want them except for their body was true...but if Janus didn’t....then it wasn’t true....Remy couldn’t help but wonder if-

The door opened again. Virgil came in with 2 bowls of black bean soup. The silly wondering was quickly forced away from their thoughts. 

He sat down on the bed next to them and set the bowls onto the bed table they had for bedridden days. He gently put his hands on their back and neck to help them sit up. When they whimpered he kissed them.

“I’m not hungry” Remy muttered.

“Beanie you are”

They could eat on their own but they didn’t say no when he used the spoon to feed them. It made them feel pampered and it made him feel needed. Double win.

“Babe this tastes horrible. just saying as like a warning” They said after finishing half the bowl.

“Like you could do any better” He pressed a playful kiss to their forehead.

“Oh yeah definitely! I just put the ingredient in! And then the like water! and then it’s done! Easy!!”

“Woooow. Wish I’d thought of that”

They smiled “Yeah that’s why you’ve got dick for brain. Bitch”

He simply snapped his finger into their forehead in reply “Wanna watch a horror movie?”

Remy got bored by horror movies and Virgil easily got anxious by them even though he loved them so really he was if they wanted to make out and cuddle to avoid looking at the film.

“You akready know I want to”

They didn’t look which movie he picked. They’d already cuddled up to his side and pressed their head to his chest. He moved his arms around them so he could eat his soup while the movie started.

It was so nice. They could hear his heartbeat through his hoodie. He was so sweet. They were so horrible.

They didn’t deserve it. They didn’t deserve it. They didn’t deserve it.

[alch3mic]

tired noodle thought.. but.. what if they worked like harry potter mer-folk, and u could understand them when underwater. just a tired drowzy thought. neither of them realize it works that way with the mermonsters keeping away from humans for so long, but like they both go swimming, and starlight does something silly underwater, and he laughs and says something and they just.. gasp in shock at understanding noodle (and proceed to need to go up to get air cause they start to choke-) idk, tired rambles. would just be a funny what if lmao

aww that is a really sweet idea! imagine both their surprise if it really worked out so easily that way haha.

but in true me fashion i like to make the hurdles a lil’ more difficult for our dear protagonists. i don’t want to spoil too much of the story but i will say they do find a way to actually speak to each other at some point..

....at least for a little while...

[forgxtemall]

@etherealflora​ has sent: As morning begins to rise on such a festive holiday, Drayden presses a gentle kiss to the other to wake him up. "Merry Christmas, Drake," he speaks lowly, yet with as much love as an I love you. "How did you sleep?"

Ah yes, the rare nights he could fully sleep through without any resemblance of worry or concern.

Drake started to stirr up, his movements are slow and just barely noticeable. A few low grunts escaped the captain, as he inched towards the heat source- his partner’s body.

He couldn’t make any sounds, his lips were quickly shut- sealed by the loving kiss on his lips. His drowzy state was quickly replaced by his usual morning grumpiness, as his scrawny arms wrapped around the other’s neck. A few muffled grunts and huffs left the elite four member, but they were almost inaudible.

“Mornin’...” Drake faintly responded, once their lips parted and his hands glidded over to the gym leader’s broad shoulders- then gently rubbed that area. A smirk quickly formed on his face, as he finally opened his eyes and was immediately greeted with the sight of his husband.

A a snort which was accompanied by a low chuckle soon left him, as he took in the sight. “I guess ye can say a christmas miracle happened overnight, I slept through the whole thing...” Drake responded in a playful manner as his hands quickly returned to the other’s face, and he combed- scratched that white beard using his rough fingers. “Merry christmas to ye as well, Drayden...” The captain added in the faintest tone he could muster, before pulling the other into another loving- passionate kiss.

[a-little-ray-of-fantasy]

Favorite Character (23/???)

Ghost of Christmas Past (”DuckTales”, 2017)

“Nostalgic for a fight that started a minute ago?! Now THAT’S living in the past! Let’s do it!”

Christmas Time is here, everyone! And I hope it’s a good one for everyone of you! Personally I was pretty drowzy all day long, but aside from that me and my family had fun, but that’s beside the point. There’s another way I want to celebrate Christmas, today: talking about a small buggy spirit that knows a thing or two about them days gone by.

This is the Ghost of Christmas Past (or just Past), and alongside his fellow ghost friends (Present and Future), his work is supposed to make grouchy people understand the true meaning of the festivities, and this works everytime so whoever learned their lesson ends up with a new appreciation for the festivities and spend these special days with their families and loved ones... which means they have no reason to meet up with the ghosts ever again.

Now, Present (who’s always jolly and fun loving) and Future (stoic and relaxed) accept this as part of their job without a problem, but for Past it’s a different story: little guy actually desires to have a lasting bond with someone, but year after year they (he) get ditched by a reedemed meiser and get left alone, and this only left him getting more and more cynical about Christmas being celebrated with families, something he kept all to himself without ever saying a word to his fellow spirits.

Then everything changed when they met up with Scrooge McDuck (while they were looking for a different Scrooge): the richest guy in the world, back then, had no reason to celebrate Christmas with his family, so he instead spent the day with the ghosts, which was so fun they kept coming, year after year, to meet up with him, and this drove Past to feel a special bond with Scrooge: finally! Someone who’s fun and won’t abandon him!

All was well and good, but then Scrooge started reconnecting with his nephews, so much so that he spent one Christmas climbing up a mountain with the kids, and this, as we later learn, made Past feel very agitated: now that the family is getting back together, Scrooge won’t ever come back to see him! What to do, what to do??

So, next Christmas, he made sure that Scrooge actually got to appreciate how good Christmas was back in his days when no family was around, which at first sounded great for the old duck, but then he realized that family does indeed bring energy and warmth to his life... too bad for him, this was not inteded as a lesson from Past: the ghost wanted to keep him trapped so they could spend the eternity in the past together with him. Of course, Scrooge steals his Timebrella and leaves Past in.. the past for a the very least a decade, which made the ghost so desperate that he turned into a Wendigo, of all things, and kept searching for Scrooge.

Luckily, the moment he finds Scrooge he finally sees just how much he cares about his family, and reverts back to his original form, deeply ashamed for what he done; even better, the old duck forgives any past mistake, and now things are serene between the two of them.

As you can see, Past may look cheery and pleasant, but deep inside he let resentment and fear of abandonment fester his heart and made him do bad things; despite that, he’s hard to find him despicable: for one thing he’s genuinely easily enthusiastic (being voiced by Wander himself does that to you), and he did see Scrooge as his only friend and he didn’t want to lose him. Poor guy even got transformed into a Wendigo: fear of abandonment + 10+ years of solitude is not a good combination, emotionally speaking. Finally now everything was fixed, and hopefully his ghost friends will be there for him for the following years.

So, I like Past because, even during his most villainous moments, he’s very much an energetic bug: while his behaviour towards Scrooge wasn’t the best, he still feels sympathetic to me, as he just wants to be among friends who won’t abandon him. He’s also cute looking, so there’s that...

So, with this post, I want to wish you all a Merry Christmas, in hopes you have fun right now, you get wonderful days to come, and many things to learn from past events, so to get ready for 2020.

Happy Holidays, everyone!

[peacheenie]

hl1/2 gordon scentric hc time

im rly feeling half life in this chillis tonight so....some....hc’s about everyones favourite free man, i have a lot so enjoy

-he’s actually mute and uses sign language but only about 50% of the time cuz people either don’t know what he’s saying or he can’t do it whilst holding like 20 different guns/weapons to protect himself so instead he makes big gestures a lot or writes down what hes trying to say (pretty much everyone at black mesa could understand him via sign language so he was very comfortable using it, during hl2 however he has to keep reminding himself not everyone is fluent and it frustrates him to no end)

-when he tries to speak it hurts and the most sound he can make is mumbles or little sqeaks so if theres ever a time he needs to alert someone to dangers reeeal quick he ends up hurting his throat a lot to try and make some kind of warning noise thats loud enough, he can hum tho and enjoys humming along to music as well as when he’s signing to try and convey some kind of emotion along with his facial features of which he emotes a LOT

-his hand writing looks like that of an actual dotors and its neat cursive but very hard to read so if he’s trying to write as a form of communication he just defaults to caps with big spaces inbetween and people (barney) tease him about it constantly (barney)

- hes incredibly short sighted without his glasses and ends up squinting a lot without them on and since he’s usualy default bitch facing he just looks very angry all the time when really he just cant see anything please dont be offended sir he didnt mean to upset you

-is actually very scared all the time abt like everything, hes literally just a scientist who just happened to be “the right man in the wrong place” and was just so determined to try and save those around him during the cascade that he pushed thorough his fears and anxiety to try and get the job done but he def has some form of ptsd after it all, barnicles specifically really freak him out because getting strangled and slowly lifted off of the ground into a row of razor sharp teeth is fucking TERRIFYING and he wouldnt wish it on anyone

-only reason he knows how to use guns is because barney would regularly take him down to the shooting range during their breaks and they’d see who could shoot straightest after a few drinks, barney would always win.

-after hl1 when he was put into stasis and he wakes up in hl2 hes lost like 20 years of his life and hates that fact terribly, all his friends have aged around him but hes still in his 20′s when he shouldnt be and he hates it so fucking much

-he also finds himself missing the feeling of the HEV suit terribly during the begining of his re-awakening in city 17, he’d grown so used to the feeling of it on him and keeping him safe that it makes him anxious without it and the cold air on his hands is also uncomfortable so he prefers wearing gloves all the time, when he finally gets the HEV suit back it feels like a weight has been lifted and he can finally stop worrying, the suits voice is also a comforting sound beccause its familiar and a sign that he’s not alone, same goes with the healing station and suit charging noises; they’re a comforting sound to hear and he enjoys humming along to the vrwwwrrrr vrrwwrrr vrwrrrrwr the machine makes when he plugs into the port

-he worries about overdosing on the healing stations a lot though; the morphone they give out is indefinite and once during the casade he’d passed out from taking to much and woken up to a zombie very slowly approaching him from down a corridoor but with how drowzy he was it was it was a horrible struggle to lift the gun and fire between dozing in and out

-he gets attached to people quickly since also during the cascade days he’d regularly meet people in danger who only had him to keep them safe so he tries his absolute hardest to make sure he can protect people even if that means he gets shot in the process, the suit usually protects him/heals him anyway so he’s used to it and if theres danger he almost default/automatically moves infront of people to make sure they’re okay without any concern for his own safety

-he also reeeally likes antlions and will pet them any chance he gets, he tried to do it when he first saw them and almost lost a hand so it makes him upset he has to kill them but when he finally gets the bug bite from the vorts? ohhhhohohoh he pets so many antlions, it again makes him sad he has to use them as like fodder for turrets and stuff but if an antlion comes back to him after taking down a turret or killing a combine he gives them extra pets and becomes a very proud papa

-since hes technically in his 30′s (and would be nearing his 40′s had he not been in stasis) he feels more of a big brother/fatherly bond toward Alyx since he’d also met her as a baby and finds any romantic involvement with her awkward, (so Elli’s comment on him “wanting grandkids” he ends up slapping the man on the arm with a frown to which Eli just laughs) this doesn’t help his attachment issue though so when they have to seperate to do things away from the other he worries for her safety even though she constantly assures him she can take care of herself and he KNOWS she can. he still really can’t help but worry though...

after hl2 ep2:

-when eli dies i dont like to think they all straight away go to mossman and instead get to spend some time mourning at the base, this gives gordon some time to finally sit down and relax for a little bit but he finds it incredibly hard to even take off the HEV suit at first because to him there was no passage of time between being put into stasis and waking up in city 17 all those years later; he’d closed his eyes, went into the portal and then the next second awakened in a completely unfamiliar place, in unfamiliar clothes with unfamiliar people (he definitely had a panic attack before geting off that very first train) and the thought of that happening again when he’s not prepared is terrifying.

-when he does finally take off the suit (after a lot of helping and reasuring from alyx, kleiner and barney a LOT from barney; theyre very good friends (;) he takes to wearing very comfy and heavy clothes such as jumpers, ponchos etc as well as a bullet proof vest because it makes him feel safe, the HEV suit gloves he retires entirely cuz theyre gross, definitely covered in his own blood and have been through hell so instead he has a bunch of different pairs he cycles through depending on how he feels that people around the base give him after learning about his fondness towards them

-he secretly carries a gun around with him even when they’re not in any danger becaus it’s another added layer of security and becaus he literally can’t trust things to not go bad EVER; now though nothing will go wrong again on his watch because he’ll be ready for it!! this really doesn’t help with his nerves though since he’s constantly looking for something to go wrong

scene specific hc’s:

-i always think abt that one specific sene in the train that gets derailed where alyx is trapped by a stalker and gordon has to pull it away with his gravity gun and i always imagine him franticly pulling it away with so much alarm on his face and such panic, when shes free though and has to stop to catch her breath gordon would give her a hug and make sure she’s okay cuz it must have been terrifying to have that thing screaming inches from ur face, gordon just instantly  goes into protect mode

-another scene that always comes to mind is when you first encounter an advisor and it makes that horrid loud noise where alyx is holding her head; i imagine gordon almost dropping the gravity gun in a panic to try and cover his ears because he doesn’t handle loud noises too well and it freaks him out so much alyx has to help him get out of the room since he kind of locks up on hearing it

-same goes when you get trapped by an advisor in a barn and almost become food for it; gordon is absolutely terrified at getting so up and close without being able to move that when it finally does drop him he starts hyperventilating and alyx has to protect him from the oncoming combine for a little while before he can catch his breath

-last scenes but some of my favorites are the ENTIRE sections of gordon being up close with breen, 

first being the teleporter malfunctioning and when gordons heavy breathing i imagine hes trying super hard not to start freaking out/hyperventilating and when breens doing his “i want that twink obliterated” spiel and then looks up and says his name, gordon almost looses it and internally is like AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

second is when youre trapped in that like...metal contraption thing the stalkers are carried in and brought to breens officce and that entire section where breen is talking directly TO YOU i just adore it becausee gordon would have been looking away awkwardly unable to actually respond and furrowing his eyebrows at the nerve breen has upon thinking you would ever agree to any such terms and would definitely also spit in breens face as a response just like alyx did since he can’t use words

okay that is all, if you read all of these you’re amazing and i love u and also gordon hes an amazing “character” because i can insert as many of my own quirks into him as i please because valve literally never gave him a personallity :^)