#even tho i was feeling a little sick i wasn’t about to miss this

[bakersdaughter21]

FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY’S SPOILERS DONT READ PAST THE CUT IF YOU DONT WANT SPOILERS

I want to talk about the theatre experience because that MADE the movie man

First thing of note is there were three guys in full TUXEDOS leaving the theatre, and i’m 94% positive they were leaving a fnaf movie showing. That was fun, they looked very Classy.

Our theatre wasn’t PACKED full, it wasn’t the very first showing of the movie so probably the earlier showings were more packed. But it was a lot of young adults/teens and some kids with their families (also my mom went with us and despite not knowing any of the lore she really loved the movie so take that rotten tomatoes my mom knows better)

SPOILER: so the first theatre reaction happened with MATPAT. I was so distracted for a minute until i was like “wait, i know that voice” and everyone either gasped or laughed when he came on screen.

when those people were breaking into Freddy’s to ruin Mike’s job, I think there were some minor gasps and such with the first two kills BUT when the babysitter was BITTEN IN HALF EVERYONE WENT “OOOOOH”. That was fantastic.

Soon after that, when Mike was cleaning up and the second Balloon Boy Jumpscare happened (loved those btw) everyone laughed/jumped.

After that, when Abby asked if she could see the Massive Intimidating Animatronics again and Mike just stared Tiredly, EVERYONE laughed. He wanted to say “No????” so bad but he could only scream it in his eyes.

Everyone laughed/cheered when Cory got his scene! It was so good. Me and my sibs wore his merch for the movie so he was the real star for us

When Springtrap stepped out everyone was shrieking/gasping in excitement. When he took the helmet off a lot of people gasped loudly which- I guess people didn’t think Steve was William? (insert that one meme that average fnaf fans don’t know a deeply obscure fact but do know a different bonkers lore fact)

EVERYONE gasped when Vanessa was stabbed. i think there was a louder reaction for that than the “I always come back” line.

When the credits started to roll people CLAPPED. THERE WAS APPLAUSE IN THE THEATRE. IVE NEVER BEEN IN A THEATRE WHERE PEOPLE CLAPPED FOR A MOVIE. IT WAS GREAT. Also when The Living Tombstone started playing people started singing along and that was great.

The final Cory scene had people laughing and I’m so glad he got a second scene. Balloon Boy was the real villain of the movie.

[danielnelsen]

there’s so much i wanna do this week/month/etc but i’m just too sick, i have no energy, i can’t sleep, i’m constantly nauseous and headachey and on the verge of a migraine, i’m stressed and irritable and impatient and panicky…….how tf did i survive nearly 5 years of high school untreated if i can’t even manage this when i don’t have any major obligations rn

[veinpursuer]

WHERE’S MY FUKING CAPO

[magics-neptunes-things]

She dares me

Hello everybody!

I had a lot of request for Lucy Bronze, so here am I trying one with her :)

I have some other writing in my draft tho, I try to decide which one I will post first but I have to admit that I write for the one who inspires me the most according to my mood of the day x)

I hope you'll like it anyway ♥

Resume : You take care of you stubborn and childlish girlfriend.

TW : None

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"Lucia Roberta Bronze, this is the worst idea you’ve ever had"

"But baby, she dared me"

You roll your eyes when you hear Lucy whine, before she gets an impressive coughing fit. Sighing, you hand her a tissue so she can blow her nose and you patiently wait for her to be able to speak again.

Sitting on her bed, in her room of her apartment, it’s been an hour now that you’re trying to take care of her. When she missed practice today because she was sick, you knew it wasn’t just a little cold. Lucy isn't the type to miss training for nothing or even to be fragile in terms of her immune system. She warned you in the morning that she was not feeling well, so after finishing your training, you hurried to find her.

After having assured you for a few minutes that it was nothing, she finally confessed to you that following a challenge from Mapi, she found herself all dressed in the Mediterranean Sea. In the middle of winter. Obviously she didn't have any spare clothes and had to make the way back wet from feet to head.

"In the meantime, Mapi only got wet to the calf, so I won."

You sigh again, looking at her with a distressed air. You are obviously in love with this woman, more than anything else in the world. But sometimes you have trouble understanding how she can be so spontaneous and childish.

"She also has a cold and I now understand better why Ingrid was giving her black looks every time she sneezed."

Lucy sneers at the news, probably playing the scene in her head. Despite yourself, you can’t help but smile too.

"But between Ingrid and me, she’s definitely the winner. Her girlfriend is not about to die of pneumonia."

"Not going to die of pneumonia" Lucy mumbles sleepily as she pulls up her sheet under her chin.

"How is it that in our both couples it's the youngest who are the most mature?" you ask rhetorically by putting your hand on her forehead, trying to find out if her temperature is starting to fall.

"Dunno. Maybe because you both aren't fun" Lucy mumbles before yawning.

"Maybe I should ask Ingrid to get in a relationship with me, at least we would be both not fun but happy and healthy?"

You pull your tongue out at her and Lucy slaps your hand, frowning at you.

"Hey! Don’t laugh with that"

"I’ll go out and get you some medicine. Try to get some rest."

Sulking, Lucy gets on her side to turn her back on you and you watch her do it with an amused smile. You kiss her shoulder covered with the sheet and slowly come out of the bedroom. You take the opportunity to tidy up some of the things that the English left behind during the day before going out towards the pharmacy.

The air is fresh and the night begins to fall, making you shiver. You make the round trip with a quick step, the face completely masked by your scarf and the hood of your jacket. It's with relief that you find the warmth of Lucy’s apartment and you decide to make both of yourself tea. You to warm up, Lucy to ease her throat.

A quick passage through Lucy’s room learn you that she sleeps deeply and you decide not to wake her. After preparing a soup in addition to tea, you sit on the couch with your hot cup of tea and your phone. After like one hour, your hear her cough again and made your way to her room.

"You ok?" you ask when you see that she’s awake.

Lucy nods and turn for her nightstand to take her bottle of water. You let her do it, making a quick trip to the kitchen to put on the tray that you prepared and the medicines. With your foot, you push the door of the room to open and you put the tray on the other night table. Then you lie down next to her, on the sheet.

"How are you feeling?"

"Terrible" she answers by dropping on her back on her cushion.

With an empathetic smile, you clear her face of the few strands of hair that block her eyes.

"I’m sorry I said you weren’t fun"

You laugh slightly before you lean over her to put a kiss on her forehead.

"I know, baby." You smile at her again before you put the tray between you two. "Your meds. And I think it would be nice if you ate a little"

You nod at the soup bowl and Lucy looks at it thoughtfully for a few moments before resigning herself to sit in the bed. Once she’s settled, you hand her the bowl and let her eat, telling her a few things that happened during training.

Then, when she’s done, you help her take her meds and drop her half-empty cup of tea on her nightstand.

"Where are you going?" she whines as you come out of the room.

"Do the dishes?"

"Fuck the dishes. I need hugs to get better, it was written on the leaflet of the medicines"

"Of course, I didn’t have to read the little sentence in the end"

You laugh and rest the tray to climb on the bed next to her.

"Exactly"

Her big smile when she answers you goes straight to your heart and you spread your arms so that she can cuddle up against you. After offering to watch something on television, you find yourself stroking her hair while watching Malcolm. When you found out it was Lucy’s favorite show, you were surprised at first, but you got used to it.

Not used to seeing Lucy so clingy, you take full advantage of having her for you in this state. Usually, you're the needy one between you two. But that's ok because Lucy never refuses you a kiss or a hug. And the best part is, you don’t have to feel guilty because the meds seem to be working and she feels better.

And her health will continue to get better, since after three days she is fully on her feet and back to training. The only thing that’s changed is that with Ingrid you promised yourself that you’d never let the two women go out by themselves again.

[purifiedclitoris69]

In it together

Hiii. I am alive, just very busy and overwhelmed with living ig. College fucking sucks and so does everything else rn, but figured i get a lil blurb out before i have to lock back into my classes. hope you enjoy!! don’t really know what ima do w my series or when ima update so i am sorry bout that LOL. anyway bye for now 👋👋

You were absolutely exhausted. A 2 week mission with only 3 hours of sleep total takes an intense toll, even if you are a super soldier. Letting the burning hot water run down your back , flashes of the recent mission ran through your mind. The experiment files were horrific, so many deaths, so many children.

You had only been at the compound for about a year and a half now, the team rescuing you from Hydra’s control like Bucky. You were free of the brainwash but not of the memories and this long ass mission had brought it all right back to the surface. It was getting better, your in therapy, bonding with the team, learning how to control your strength, your growing. But this mission, feels like it’s all about to come crumbling down. It made you feel sick. Thoughts of losing yourself, the team… of losing, Natasha, it burned your throat.

What you have with Natasha is confusing, complicated, but nice. No one else knows the true nature of it but you two. Falling into each others beds continuously for the past 8 months, staying tangled in each other, every single night, cuddling, and giggling like little teen girls. The team simply thought you guys were close friends, both you two being spies, it wasn’t too hard to hide your extracurriculars. But you both knew it was more, so much more. You held each other in the most gentlest ways…the most loving, opting not to leave one another when you guys inevitably came undone. In front of the team, you had a front, a quiet brooding one, but with her, it was peaceful, relieving, you felt free, like yourself. It was absolutely terrifying.

Not realizing it tears were beginning to mix with the water running down your face and crescent marks formed in your palms from clenching your fists too hard. You love her. You’re in love with her, but how could you tell her, would you. Your whole life you’ve been used as a weapon, serving for the military, then hydra. You were dangerous…a monster. It was late, almost 2 am, you couldn’t go to her now, she need rest, not a burden. no matter how much you yearned for her warmth. Turning off the burning water, you stepped out into the steam filled bathroom. Drying off, you wrapped the towel around your waist and another draped over your shoulders, you opened the door to your bedroom-on your bed sat Nat. Dark circles surrounded her eyes, her hair was slightly ruffled, she wore an old shirt of yours, and some of her loose sleep shorts. She looked absolutely stunning, you couldn’t help but give a soft tired smile.

“hi.” she spoke softly with a matching smile.

“hi,” you answered stopped in place just taking her in.

“you gonna get dressed,” she smirked tiredly, “tho i don’t mind.”

“oh really” you joked walking over to her and cupping her face as she looked up at you, “i missed you,” you spoke softly the tiredness bringing out a transparency.

She leaned into your hand closing her eyes, “i missed you,” she answered. Your heart swelled and the flashes came back, you could hurt her, what if you lose it. Suddenly taking a step back her cheek still warm from your touch, her eyes flew open. You turned your back, getting dressed by your closet, “is everything okay,” she asked as you pulled your tank top over your head and braced yourself against your dresser.

You opened your mouth unsure what you wanted her to know, “yeah,” was all you could muster.

“I really did miss you,” she walked up behind you wrapping her arms around your waist and leaning her check against your back, just enjoying your smell, “i don’t sleep well without you anymore.”

“me either,” you turned around wrapping your own arms around her middle and looking to the side as hers went to your neck, “it was a rough mission,” you mumbled

“oh, baby,” she spoke, moving her hands to your face this time, “look at me please,” your eyes were burning with unshed tears as they met her soft deep green ones, “oh, my love, it’s okay,” she brought your head down to her shoulder as you released a shaky breath and let your arms fall from around her waist, “is there something else,” she asked dropping her own hands. You walked past her to sit on the bed not really sure where to start as you looked at your hands in your lap, “we don’t have to talk about it, it’s okay,” she spoke sitting beside you and gently take your hands in her own.

You finally looked back at her face, your eyes still glossy. You stared deep into each others eyes, “you’re so beautiful, Natasha,” you said memorizing every detail of her. She laughed quietly as a soft blush rose to her face.

“Shut up,” she said putting her forehead against hers.

She closed her eyes at the action as yours remained open, “I mean it, you’re the prettiest girl there is.”

Her blush grew as she pulled back and looked away slightly, “god i love you,” she mumbled out casually bringing shock to both your faces. She immediately pulled her hands away and stood from the bed, her mouth opening and closing unsure what to say as you looked at her, overwhelmed with emotions, “y/n i’m sorry i-“

“You do?” you asked getting up from the bed with her, “you love me?”

“I..” She spoke uncertain, taking a deep breath in, “y/n i’m in love with you.” You laughed slightly in disbelief. You moved towards her with purpose grabbing her waist and pulling her into a bruising kiss, pouring every amount of love into it as possible, like it was the last time, like you were consumed by everything Natasha. You both grinned wide into the kiss, forcing the two of you to break apart.

Taking a deep breath, “Tasha, I..,” the thoughts all came rushing back. Your going to hurt her, you don’t deserve this love, your going to lose it all.

She moved her hands down from your neck to intertwine with your own, “I know,” she whispered.

“I really do,” you said, your foreheads still pressed together, “I..,” your mouth fell open and closed absolutely terrified to say something wrong, “Im just scared,” you mumbled, closing your eyes, but never dropping your hold.

“Don’t be,” she answered, moving her hands back up to cup your face, “we’re in this together.”

[whtepony]

Hihihihiihihihi! I love your work always so yummy 😼😼

Was wondering if you could do a bakugo/kiri comforting u when ur sick? I have the worst fever ever rn and if I wanna get thru this I need delusion stories to feed off of 😞

thank u anon!! i’m sorry you’re sick i hope u feel better :(( kiri will take care of you tho

little kiri x gn reader fluffy drabble, literally nothing except him being the sweetest man in the world and being madly in love with you

“‘s there anything i can get you, baby? you want something to eat yet?” eijiro asked softly, rubbing soothing circles into your back as you laid curled up in your bed. you shook your head, groaning at how the slight movement only seemed to worsen your pain. it felt like your whole body ached and you just could not break this fever. your boyfriend frowned, brushing a bit of hair out of your face before speaking again. “you want me to lay with you then? i hate seein’ you like this, i wish i could make you feel better.” he sounds oh so sad and you know he really is - eijiro hated when you didn’t feel good, even more so when there wasn’t much he could do about it.

“nuh uh, don’t wanna get you sick,” you mumbled, opening your eyes to look up at him. he smiles and you can basically hear the words before they come out of his mouth. “i don’t care if i get sick! and i think we’d both feel a lot better if you’d just let me hold you, pretty.” he’s right, as per usual - it had been nearly a week since you’d last seen him, forbidding him from coming to your apartment in hopes of not giving him whatever you had. but he can only take so much time away from you! you sigh, nodding slowly and scooting over a bit to make room for him. he grins and slides in next to you, pulling you gently to lay your head on his chest. “i missed you, yknow,” he says, rubbing your back once more. “i’d let you give me the plague if it meant i could be with you like this.” that makes you laugh a bit, wrapping your arms around his torso and humming in agreement. “i’m sure you would, eiji.”

[andkisses]

♡ oh say it ditto | enha ♡

ot7!enha headcanon: he confesses, and wants you to say it back

♡ ot7 x gn!reader | wc. 968 ♡ genres/tropes: fluff!  ♡ mentions of/warnings: none (this wasn’t proof read tho </3) ♡ a/n: little something for every member <3 jungwon’s first and the rest below the cut ^^ each part is inspired by lyrics from ditto by newjeans <3 ♡ a/n p2: this song is so sunghoon coded imo so if u see smth else get posted with him and this song 🙈 just know

♡ masterlist ♡

✧･ﾟ: * jungwon - “like you a little, don’t want no riddle” 

he’s had all this time to think about it, and do know that jungwon is really putting his thoughts to it. he’s decided—he needs to confess, and as soon as possible, because he’s slowly becoming concerned it might be a health crisis. this feeling, the one that started out so small and chaste, has grown into something he can’t contain anymore. and the idea that he doesn’t know exactly what you think? the riddle of it all? that’s what’s the worst. imagine his relief, after he confesses so simply in the winter wind, as he watches your cheeks and the tips of your ears flush red, red, red. and his heart sparks with hope. imagine the surprise when you grin, overwhelmed, and place a sweet kiss to the apple of his own smiling cheeks. “me too.”

✧･ﾟ: * heeseung - “my feelings for you, like the memories we share, have grown so big” 

it started out so small, heeseung realizes thinking back on it. he liked your laugh, or your smile, or your fashion. then, suddenly, he found himself wanting to get to know you, not just see you from across a lecture hall. and now… this. the feelings that press against his chest, the ones that make it almost painful to see you because you don’t know. except, here in this stairwell after class, when he grabbed your wrist to catch you, you do know. the confession slips past his lips, almost desperate, and now heeseung is certain he will be sick. except, you take a step back up towards him, wrap your arms around his neck. and when he wraps his arms around your waist, the warmth that floods him tells heeseung he’s exactly where he needs to be.

✧･ﾟ: * jay - “you smiled at me but do you think about me now?” 

uncertainty is not one of his favorite feelings, but jay deals with it for you. except, he’s not sure how much longer he can take this. he likes to think he knows things about people, knows how they tick. but you? maybe it’s the feelings that keep growing and growing inside, the way just hearing your voice down the hall or in the cafe makes him smile. but actually not knowing? it’s tearing him up inside, even if it’s masked by that beautiful smile. and now, here you are, standing at the corner of his desk after everyone has left. your fingertips on the corner, his gaze traveling up to your eyes, and the envelope in the other hand. the small, coy smile on your lips. “it’s hard saying things aloud, isn’t it?”

✧･ﾟ: * jake - “i had a long day, i miss you” 

scheduling difference don’t have to be this hard, jake thinks as he waits for you at the corner of where your two paths meet. it feels like it’s been forever since he’s seen you—not like he’s obliged to see you or anything. you two weren’t anything official or special, even if he wants so badly to be. maybe it’s thinking about what life would be like if he could call you mine that made the words slip out. “i miss you.” normal words, but the way he said it, and the way you respond, eyes wide and cheeks dusted with blush. “miss me how?” you ask, winter breeze blowing at your baby hairs. jake takes a step closer, choosing to listen to his heart’s wishes as you do the same. he laces his hand with yours, then brings your knuckles to his lips for a small, dainty kiss. your growing smile keeps him going. “miss… like this?”

✧･ﾟ: * sunghoon - “say it, say it back, oh, say it ditto” 

you make him nervous, sunghoon thinks, but the good kind. the kind that fills you with energy, like what you feel before a roller coaster. the hand that makes your fingers itch, wanting to be held by just one person. wanting to be held by you. this nervousness, he thinks, is what is motivating him, because he has surely never acted like this before let alone felt this much. he takes your hand on the walk back, a wash of seriousness pouring over his features. it’s too late to back out now, and you haven’t wrenched your hand away from his, so perhaps there’s a chance. “i like you,” he says, and he can feel the weights being lifted from his shoulders. “a lot. and i really, really want you to say it back.”

✧･ﾟ: * sunoo - “can’t wait 'til the morning, so say it, ditto”

yes, the sun set a long while ago. yes, sunoo should be fast asleep. but how can he be when all he can think or wonder or ponder is you? more specifically, how do you feel? he can hedge a bet—how close you sit, how you laugh at his jokes, how you reach out for him in the hall. but it’s the not knowing that’s really keeping him awake. so, of course, he does something about it. phone in his hands, six simple words—i like you, say it back? and while he waits, he elects it’s the perfect time to ascribe shapes to the spots and shadows on the ceiling. and when you text back? yes, i like you too. meet me in 10? sunoo always thought the campus was more beautiful at night.

✧･ﾟ: * niki - “do you want somebody? like i want somebody?”

the cafe is loud and quiet at the same time. niki is supposed to be studying, yet the pen in his hand feels like a heavy weight, and the words on the page in front of him no longer make sense regardless of how many times he tries to read. the one thing he knows for sure, though, is you sitting across from him, headphones on, pen scribbling and actually doing work. maybe it’s how loud the cafe is, or how short the distance across the table is to you. niki reaches out, taps on the side of your headphones, and once you look up and slide them off, he’s asking. “do you like someone?” your eyes grow wide, cheeks red, and he dares to be bolder, fingers tracing your cheek before: “and is it me?”

[sleepyhutcherson]

hey! may I request something where the reader opens up to boyfriend!Mike about their past (like moving around a lot as a kid or feeling disconnected from family) and Mike reassures them that they are loved and will always have a home with him and Abby? (hurt/comfort please! thanks for your writing!)

No Big Deal

pairing: mike schmidt x gn!reader

summary: mike comes home to find you feeling down and you open up to him about your past.

contains: mention of family issues/not having a healthy relationship with family, mike comforts reader, angst - nothing extreme tho!

mike and you had been dating for a little over 2 months, you were both at a stage in your relationship where you were comfortable telling each other anything. mike had opened up to you about his brother garrett, about his dreams, and the loss of his mother. you comforted him, listening and being there for him whenever he needed you.

there were moments when you doubted telling mike about your past, it wasn’t that you didn’t trust him enough to open up to him—you were more concerned of being a burden with your own problems. you didn’t want to add to mike’s pile when he finally seemed at ease.

today in particular you had felt a sudden desperation for your family, feeling home sick. you weren’t sure if that was the right word in your case, you had never really felt at home with them. growing up you had always felt disconnected from them, never really fitting in with them. at gatherings, birthdays, and holidays you always found yourself hiding for long periods of time in the bathroom. oddly enough, there were times when you missed them, not necessarily them but the idea of a family.

you hear the front door open, abby running inside, the sound of her belongings in her backpack rumbling. she shouts you a quick, chirpy “hello” before running to her room.

“hey.” mike greets, sitting on the sofa next to you. you murmur a reply back, and immediately mike can tell something is off. you weren’t sure what gave it away, honestly. “hey, are you alright?” he asks with a softer tone, his eyes begging to meet yours.

“yeah.” you force a faux smile, not meeting his eyes.

mike has never been an expert when it comes to comforting but ever since he’s met you he’s tried his best to learn, taking mental notes from the times you’ve helped him through his struggles.

he leans closer to you, his hand coming to rest on yours. “hey, it’s okay, you can talk to me.” he whispers for only you to hear. you finally meet his gaze, his eyes soft as they stare into yours. you feel a sudden comfort while looking into his, wanting nothing more but to stay like this forever.

you sigh softly and tell mike everything. you tell him about the constant moves as a kid, how disconnected you’ve always felt from your family, how growing up you never felt loved by your family and how you never really felt like you even had a family. you notice his expression change when you say that last bit, you say it so casually like it’s no big deal that it pains him. mike feels a sudden urge to wrap himself around you so he moves forward and pulls you into an embrace, his chin resting above your head, your face buried into his chest hearing his heart thump. you stay like that for a moment, it’s oddly quiet between the two of you but comforting. mike kisses the top of your head before pulling away.

“i’m sorry,” he says, and then: “i don’t know if this helps but i want you to know you are so loved here. by me and abby.” his hand brushes over your cheek, you’re eyes are brimming with tears. “you don’t have to go back to them if you don’t want to. you’re always welcomed here, yeah? this can be your home if you’d like, okay?” he can’t help himself and leans forward to kiss your forehead. he moves down to your lips, kissing you innocently. your foreheads rest against each other’s, it’s nice. you feel cared for—loved for the first time.

“i love you so much,” he cups your face in his hands, your eyes meeting again. “we both love you so much. stay here with us, yeah? if you want to.”

you smile, tears running down your cheeks. “yeah, okay.” you choke out a laugh that follows up with a sob, and without even thinking you bury your face into mike’s chest, his hand stroking your hair as he wraps his other arm around you.

“i love you.” he repeats, it’s muffled, his face buried in your hair, but you can’t help but smile at the words.

i love you

i love you

i love you.

[fictitiouswanderings]

untitled jayvik throwaway part 3

Morning came and so did the sickness as Viktor limped as quickly as he could to his bathroom to throw up. He leaned over the toilet and continued to throw up until his body couldn’t do it any longer. Exhausting as that was, Viktor knew he had to get up for the day so he reached over and turned the shower on and flushed the vomit down. The nausea still played on his stomach but he got up and managed to make it into the shower, cleaning up his body. After getting out and drying off he quickly brushed his teeth to get the remainder of the taste out. After limping back over to his bed he began to put his braces on and then his clothing. It didn’t take long until he was dressed and ready for the day. Grabbing his cane he stood up, the difference of the braces and support really were noticeable to him.The walk wasn’t long to the lab so he locked up his apartment and went on his way.

Once at the lab Viktor started a pot of coffee, it was a habit at this point, even if he didn’t want any for himself at the moment. He grabbed his goggles and gloves and sat at his workspot before jumping right in. 

Jayce showed up an hour and a half later and grabbed a cup of coffee for himself. “Good morning”, he spoke, mid-yawn.

Viktor chuckled and looked his way, “Good morning to you too. Do you have plans for today?” “I always have a plan for the day” Jayce replied, taking a sip of the piping-hot coffee. 

Viktor wondered how he was going to tell him, he already felt a knot in his stomach over it.

“What are you working on?” Jayce questioned as he came closer

“Just a little trinket really” Viktor replied, it wasn’t really anything serious he was working on at the moment, just something to keep him preoccupied. 

“Hey Vik” Jayce said kinda quietly as he leaned against the desk, coffee still in hand. “I wanted to ask you if you were feeling okay, you passed out just the other day and took a day off of work, are you sure you’re ready to be back so soon?” Viktor sat up in his chair and stiffened a little bit, he moved to remove his goggles so he could look the other in the eye, now was the best time if any it felt like. 

“I’m fine to be back so soon, I did go to the doctors after all and they cleared me for work for now” “For now?” “Well…you see…I’m not doing the greatest and might require bed rest” “What do you mean you’re not doing the greatest?? You look better than before, almost glowing.” This made Viktor blush a little bit, was it from the pregnancy?? “Jayce, I..it’s kind of hard to say this. I’m pregnant” 

Jayce stumbled a little bit but found a chair next to the other and sat down, setting his coffee on the table. “And it’s mine isn’t it?” Viktor just nodded. 

“Wow…I mean…we’ve been “unsafe” this entire time it was bound to happen?” “I was told by a doctor previously that I was infertile so I didn’t think much of it, plus being on hormones I didn’t think it would happen” “How far along are you?” Jayce asked, looking for any sign of a bump.

“I’m only three and a half months along” Viktor said, putting a hand to his hardly showing belly. “It’s easier to see when I’m not in my brace”

“I wanted to ask you how you felt about this, but you seem to be taking it positively” Viktor spoke again

“I love kids!” Jayce replied. “I probably never told you but I have a big family, lots of cousins and kids to chase after” he chuckled. “I never thought i’d be having my own so soon tho…you do plan on keeping it right?”

There he was asking the hard questions.

“To be honest at first no…” A look of brief sadness ran across Jayce’s face hearing that news.

“But if you stay by my side through this I’d be willing to keep them..A child should have a family dont you think?” Jayce was once again all grins as he embraced Viktor tightly. “I promise to stay by your side” he reassured the other. “I’ll even go with you to the doctors if you want, actually i’d rather not miss any appointments!” Viktor pawed at Jayce trying to get him to loosen up on him when the other finally let go and sat back in his chair. He sighed a little and grabbed the other’s mug of coffee, blowing on it before taking a sip. “I’m so glad” he spoke softly, not making eye contact with the other. Jayce just smiled at the other and rubbed his shoulders. “Anything you need from me you let me know” “Anything?” Viktor raised an eyebrow at the other. “I suppose there are a few things I could think of since you’ve gotten me in this predicament” Jayce wasn’t sure if he should take it back after saying it, especially after the other’s reaction,  but he meant what he said. If he was going to be a good partner to his now pregnant partner he’d have to do everything he possibly could to appease them.

It wasn’t long until Viktor understood the various signals his body was sending him, when he was going to throw up, or when he might just need to have a seat for a second. He wished the morning sickness would go away, and supposedly it would with time but he didn’t have extra time to be ill. He also wished that Jayce didn’t stop whatever he was doing whenever he sighed or grunted even a little bit. “Are you alright?” “Is everything Okay?” “Do you need anything?” It was beginning to get on his nerves just how much the other was doting on him. 

“I’m pregnant not incapable!” Viktor finally snapped one day. “Sorry, you’re right” the other replied quickly “ I just..” “Wanted to make sure I’m okay. I get it. How about I just tell you when I need something? Does that sound good?” “Yeah” Jayce smiled softly at him before getting back to work. “Actually I could use something” Viktor spoke softly, a little annoyed at himself just now. “What is it?” “Could you pull out the couch? I want to lay down for a moment” “Sure thing!” Jayce quickly put down his work to move the couch they’d added into the lab for late nights. Seemed like it was a good call after all to have the piece of furniture there. He looked to the other for insight on how he wanted it moved but otherwise pulled it away from the wall, dusting off the back of it since it sat just underneath a chalk board and accumulated some of the dust from it. “Thank you” Viktor replied before sitting down, groaning a little before grabbing his leg and pulling it up on the couch, the other soon to follow. Jayce stood at the end of the couch quietly, almost expectantly.

It took Viktor a moment to notice that the other hadn’t gone back to work and he looked up at him. He looked like a damn puppy, waiting for some instruction or attention.

“....would…you like to sit with me?” Viktor spoke

Jayce just nodded quickly and sat at the far end of the couch so Viktor wouldn’t have to move. Slowly his hands made their way to his shins, massaging them idly. “Mm…that’s actually quite nice thank you” Viktor sighed. His whole body ached, and he worried how the rest of the pregnancy was going to be because if it was going to be like this he almost couldn’t argue with the doctor on bedrest.  “I’m glad you’re taking breaks” Jayce replied, slowly working his way down to the other’s feet. He gave the other a look before taking off his shoes surprising him a little and beginning to work on massaging his feet.

Viktor couldn’t help the little moan that slipped past his lips. Having the other’s hands working on him felt amazing. He was so focused on everything feeling bad that he didn’t realize how bad his feet were hurting him as well. Jayce just chuckled and continued to massage.

“I used to listen to Mama and the other women talking about their pregnancies growing up and they always complained that their feet hurt the worst”

“Well this certainly is helping” Viktor replied, smiling at the other and trying to just relax against the couch.

[ More to possibly come, if anyone has any prompts they are welcome to comment them. I eventually want to do a scene where Viktor despite being fairly pregnant pegs Jayce ]

[mill-s]

HOW IS THE SKY FEELING TODAY ?

~a small gojo drabble

warning: none, a bit angsty

~1.1k

It was yet another rainy day. And as much as you loved the rain, it has ben 13days now of constant rain and it was getting too much.

You didn’t understand, and no one was understanding why such weather was going over your head for about two weeks now. Even the meteorologist’s predictions didn’t concorde. For them, it was sunny, but the sky was just crying over and over again.

And your heart was clenching.

Deep inside, you knew something was wrong. All this was the cause of a person or someone in an agonizing pain. It has to, it was the only explanation. And so, you decided it was your mission to solve it. And mostly to help this sad heart.

That’s how your journey began. You weren’t the only one on the case, humans and sorcerers were searching for the cause of it all. Rummaging all places across the country, exercising every curse hiding. Places have never been clearer. But the sky was still crying. Over and over again.

26 days have past and on the 27th it was different. Outside, it wasn’t rain you were seeing anymore, but snow. Little white pearls were falling from the sky this morning.

“The sky is cold today”, you thought out loud.

“The sky does not have feelings Y/n. Why do you keep thinking that every day?” That voice of her startled you and put you out of your thoughts.

“I don’t know Shoko, I just feel it, it’s like a string is attached from my heart to the sky and I can feel everything.”

“Then find a solution, talk to it and keep the rain away, I’m tired of it.” She retorted.

“It’s snowing today tho” you opened the window and put your arm outn feeling the snowflakes land in your hand and immediately disappear. “It’s pretty” And you were happy that since the grounds were so wet, snow couldn’t stay just becoming another raindrop into a puddle.

Pure white snow just made you sick to your stomach now.

“Last time it snowed in Tokyo maybe the sky was cold but at least our hearts were warm” It was very unlike Shoko to be sentimental like th- “If it doesn’t stop, we gonna drown and I deserve a more honourable death than that.” She sighed “Shitty weather, shitty life. We just need to get the fuck out of here and let the sorcerer life behind us. We have enough money to live a century with all the compensations that we got” There she was, it’s like I almost missed her.

“I’ll be going out. See if I can find something today.”

She hummed “Get me cigs on your way ack pretty”.

“M’kay, love you.”

“Yea yea, love ya. Now let me read in peace and stop with your weird string shit.”

Boy it was freezing outside. Even with your puffy jacket and his old scarf you were cold. The faint smell of him that still linger on it kept your heart a little bit warm but the strong smell of wood in his perfume was slowing leaving place to the one of humidity as you entered an abandoned building. The silence was often cut by the sound of a waterdrop and it was very dark inside.

Little noises were echoing inside this cold and empty place “Curses must have stay hidden inside.” You thought but as you try to feel cursed energy around you, you felt.. nothing. “Weird.”

Closing your eyes, concentrating, searching every little corner for curse energy you still found nothing. You frowned and started feeling every detail of this building without paying any mind to your surroundings that you missed the little creature coming towards you and slowly touching your ankle.

“AAAAAAHHH! Spiders I hate freaking spiders!” you screamed as you took a step back waving your hands in the air and closing your eyes. “Ah. What a weak sorcerer you must be if you fear a little innocent spider like this” his words resonated in your head as you remembered one of your first encounters.

But as you opened your eyes, you weren’t expecting to see..

“Meow”

A cat?!

What was that kitten doing in a place like this. “hi you” you said as you bended over, slowly approaching your hand to its face so it could sniff you and let you touch it. “What are you doing alone here?”

“Meow”

He was little, probably 3 months old, yet so fluffy already or so it seems. Its white fur was now grey and brown covered in dust and mud, looked starved, wet and cold, and has its eyes closed.

“Poor baby look at you” “Meow”

It was answering every time as you talked to it more with a baby voice.

And when you finally look at it again, after taking it in your arms and petting his head you saw it.

Bright blue eyes.

So blue.

So bright.

Piercing right through your eyes.

But totally making your heart clench. Mesmerized by this little furball, bawling your eyes out in the middle of an empty building.

It meowed again, and again, looking at you before posing its paw on your jaw. The action made you stifle a laugh.

“I’m fine kitty, don’t worry” “Meow”,

It was almost as you could feel worry in its voice.

“Let’s get your home hm” you said smiling.

“Almost though you died back there. Did you get my cigs? I don’ have any left.” Shoko tells you as you entered her office.

“Nope. But I got this, look!” you exclaimed happily showing her the kitty sleeping peacefully in your arms.

“A cat, seriously Y/n…” she facepalmed “Aren’t you allergic or something and that’s why you didn’t let G-“

“I don’t care Sho,” you pout “it was lonely and cold, I couldn't just let it to die like this. And beside that’s why you exist hm? You can heal m- sneeze”

“That’s not how it works.”

“Pleeeease”

“Fine, I will try to make something for you when I have the time.”

You spent your evening making him take a bath, doing all you can to warm him up, feeding him and you both passed out cuddling on your bed.

You woke up by the sun hitting your face. Outside, was a a big blue sky and a sun shining as its brightness.

“As blue as your eyes hm” you said to your kitten who was peacefully sleeping between your boobies. You laughed at the sight.

“You really are just like him yea” he purred as you start to pet his head.

From now on, the sky was only happy and warm.

I was feeling a bit gloomy about gojo today and thought of this, 🤧

hope you will like it <3

@chandeliermichel saw it first, thank you love

[strip-weathers]

Here’s a lil fanfic about Lynda finding out she’s pregnant and she tells Strip about it 🫣

A quiet and calm morning as Weather’s house was interrupted by vomiting Lynda in the bathroom. She’s been feeling like this since she came home from last Strip’s race. Everyday she wakes up, she feels sick and she doesn’t know why.

When she stopped vomiting she sat down on the cool floor of the bathroom and leaned against cool wall and closed her eyes. She was thinking what it could’ve caused this. She wasn’t sure if she ate something bad or she’s just getting sick. Then it smacked her right between her eyes. Strip!

She was with him last race right? And he did win that race and they were celebrating it. Of course it’s obvious what happened right when they came back to Strip’s trailer. She gasped and covered her mouth with her hand.

She quickly took pregnancy test she hadn’t used for a while. After some minutes she looked at it and it was positive.

Positive..

She always wanted to see it word. She couldn’t believe that. She took a deep breath and hugged her knees. She and Strip were trying to have a baby for so long. Yet it didn’t work out many times. And they’ve been arguing about it many times. And after a while, they stopped trying and let that be. But now it came true.

She can’t wait to tell Strip. But she was worried a little. What if he wouldn’t want it? What if it’s not his dream like it used to be? She quickly shook these thoughts away though. She knew Strip would never leave her.

She got up and left the bathroom.

—-

“I’ll see you next weekend right?” Gray asked

“Yep. See you next weekend.” Strip answered with smile.

“Okay. Bye then!” Gray smiled as he started leavening Weather’s driveway.

—-

Strip unlocked the front door and came inside. He looked around and was surprised. He expected Lynda to greet him right away he gets inside but she wasn’t anywhere.

“Lyn?” He called but he didn’t hear any response. It was so unusual for her. He rushed to the kitchen because he knew it was her usual place to be. When he came to the kitchen, Lyn was turned to the kitchen counter and she was cutting some vegetables. The kitchen smelled familiar. She was making soup broth.

“Hey Lyn?” He said in worried tone.

“Strip? Oh-hey. I didn’t hear you coming.” She answered quickly and turned to him. She was too focused on THAT thing.

She put the knife away and slowly approached him, putting her arms around him to hug him tightly. She looked so different to Strip and he didn’t know why.

“Hey. You okay darling?” He asked quietly.

She only nodded as reply. She tightened the hug and laid her head against his chest. Strip wasn’t sure what was happening but he stayed quiet and pulled her closer into hug and gently played with her brown hair.

“What’s wrong baby..?” He asked quietly as he looked down at him.

“Nothing love. Nothing. I guess we just missed you.” She said quietly. She hoped Strip heard that properly.

“Wait-We? Cal’s here?” He asked.

“No silly.” She quietly chuckled. Then she gently took Strip’s hand and slowly put it on her belly.

“W-what are you doing?”

“Well, I said WE missed you.”

WE.. Strip stayed still for a while and when he finally understood what did that mean, he couldn’t believe that. He felt his happy tears fall down his cheeks.

“We’re going to have a baby Strip.” Lynda smiles happily and looked up at him.

“Oh my-“ he smiled happily as he quickly tightened the hug. “I can’t believe that! I thought we already can’t have a baby..”

“I know I know. I thought the same but this week I felt so sick every morning and I didn’t know why until I took the pregnancy test that showed positive. We’re really going to have a baby!”

“I���m so happy it finally worked out! I mean I didn’t expect that to happen tho.”

“Yeah. We didn’t even use protection.” She quietly chuckled.

“Yeaaah. But hey, we didn’t even have time for it.”

“No. Because someone was too drunk to think about more things huh?”

“Eh. What can I say.” Strip chuckled embarrassedly a little.

Lynda shook her head and pulled him closer to kiss his lips deeply and passionately.

Strip kissed her lips deeply and passionately in return. “Mm but it was nice night.”

Lynda smiled and moved her hands around his neck. “Mm it was.”

“Mm yes. I loved that outfit you wore. You were so sexy.”

“Mm I can wear it for you again if you want. Buuut now come and sit. I made you your favorite soup broth.”

“Yass!”

Lynda chuckled.

—-

Later in the bed, Strip and Lynda were cuddling under one blanket.

“So” Lynda said as she laid her head on Strip’s chest, sighing happily.

“So what hmm?” Strip replied.

“If it’s girl, her name is gonna be Scarlett.”

“Whoa. You were already thinking about it huh?”

“Yes. And I’m pretty sure it’s going to be girl.”

“Okay okay.” Strip chuckled “But what if it’s boy?”

“Well I’ll let you decide the name.”

“Aww. Okay. Thank you.”

“Oh silly you don’t have to thank me for that.” Lynda smiled and kissed Strip’s forehead.

Strip smiled and pulled her closer to him “This is one of my best days ever.”

“I could say the same thing.” She smiled and looked into his eyes “I love you Strip.”

“I love you too Lyn. More than anything else.”

[ed-recovery-affirmations]

I did a scary thing today.

I’m a medical student. My school is a little more progressive. We had a lecture today on anti-fat bias, but it never got to the lecture point. Instead, it became a conversation where a lot of people were confused about how we can create inclusivity while still providing best care. Some people were genuinely interested. Other people seemed to miss the point entirely and held onto this belief that fat = bad (always) and that it’s their duty to tell their patients that fat = bad.

I had atypical anorexia from the time I was 13 until I was 25. I recovered into a fat body (this is my preferred term). Listening to students argue and miss the big picture was triggering and infuriating. I held my hand up and put it down many times until finally the lecturer called on me even tho my hand was down. So I decided to speak up.

I told the entire class- including people I don’t feel very safe with at all- about my history. About how horrifically sick I was despite my “healthy” weight. How I wasn’t believed. How I could access treatment. And how the big take away is that weight isn’t something directly in our control- and it’s not helpful to focus on it. Sure, our behaviors may influence our weight, but so much of weight maintenance is not within our complete control. We can’t check off the box each day “weigh ___ lbs.” I tried when I was thin. I’ve tried post-recovery and have relapsed into behaviors more times I care to admit. Focusing on weight kept me sick. It kept me engaging in some of the worst behaviors (I won’t mention them here because they may be triggering to read about). Why put the focus on weight when you can shift the focus to health related behavior, like encouraging sustainable, accessible movement can reduce health risks dramatically? Encouraging eating more vegetables and fruits and fiber (rather than “fewer calories”)?

I completely dissociated while talking. I am open about my past eating disorder in the sense that I don’t hide it. I wrote about it in my application essays. I will answer any questions people have and share my experience in hopes it helps somebody at some point down the line. But I have never stood in front of so many people, some who hold biases about what an eating disorder looks like or what my health and value must be because of my body, and actually spoken the words “I had a 12 year history of atypical anorexia.”

I feel more vulnerable than I want to feel, but I’m glad I did it. Some people will roll their eyes and ignore that life altering restrictive eating disorder can and do happen in people with larger bodies, and that primarily weight focused medical care harms more patients than it’ll help. But if it helps just one person start to think- maybe this is something to consider, maybe I should be mindful of eating disorders and disordered eating in ALL body shapes and sizes… then the dissociation and tears and possible bias and stigma from a few confused people is worth it to me.

Thank you for letting me share 💜

Thank you for sharing :) that is a scary thing, and you were so brave for being so open and persistent. I hope you know how valuable it is to introduce the basic challenging of others' worldview in that learning environment, and you are so right that if you changed the views of even one person, then it was worth it to share, because that one person may go on to do a world of good in their own practice where there might have been harm.

It is so hard to stand up for yourself when the whole world disagrees with you. I am in immense admiration of your courage and hope you took good care of yourself after that class, anon.

[superdanverstrio]

Kidnapped PT.6

Masterlist

PT.1  PT.2   PT.3   PT.4  PT.5  PT.7

Summary: Baby Danvers Get kidnapped and it’s up to Kara and Alex to do everything in their power to save them.

Warnings: Torture, kidnapping, graphic description of injuries.

A/N: Will a 100% be a marvel x supergirl crossover.

A few weeks passed, and you were recovering pretty well. Even tho you still had a lot of nightmares, you did felt a lot better. Fortunately for you, today was your last day of your stay at the D.E.O. you were totally ready to get off this room.

 “So, are you excited to go home?” Alex asked, entering the room. “Yes! I love the D.E.O, but I really miss my bed. You said and Alex laugh. You tried sitting up on the bed, but you winced in pain as your wounds were still healing. “Are you ok? Alex asked coming to help you.  “Yes, I just need to take it slow.” “Good idea.” Alex said, and you both chuckled. Once seated, you tried to get on your feet. “Nope, don't get up right away, let me get a wheal-chair.” “What! No, I don’t need a wheal-chair.” You wined. Alex gave you her big sister look, she knew it always worked on you. 

 “Fine.” You said pouting. Alex smiled and went to grab a wheel-chair, She came back a minute later with the wheel-chair and helped you in it. 

 It’s been 2 weeks since you got home, and it wasn’t much different from the D.E.O. You weren't allowed to do anything fun and there was Always someone with you. Right now you were with Lena, out of everyone she was the nicest. She was really nice enough to let you go out for some fresh air. “Thank you.” You said as you and Lena were walking through the park. “ Why?” She asked.” For letting my go out and stay inside all day. “Oh you welcome. I know it must be boring staying all day inside.” She said. “It is.” you said. 

 At some point during your walk, you felt a sudden sharp pain in your side, you groaned and sat down on a nearby bench. You were still healing, so you didn’t think much of it. “Are you ok?” Lena asked. “Yeah, I’m good, just a little tired.” You said feeling really weird. “We’ve been walking for a while, maybe we should get back?” “Yeah, great idea, just give me a minute.” 5 minutes later, the pain subsumed enough for you to get back. 

 When you came back home, Kara was waiting for you. “Where the hell were you, I was worried sick.” She said, but you were too tired to argue with her. “Yell at me later, I’m exhausted.” You walked to your room and almost as soon as your head hit the pillow you fell asleep. 

 Kara, frowns at your behavior. “Are they alright?” She asked Lena. “Yeah, we went on a walk in the park for some fresh air, I don’t think it's good for them to stay inside all day, so they are probably just tired.” Lena said. “ I guess you're right. I just don’t want them to be hurt again, you know.” Kara said, flopping back down on the couch, Lena sat down beside her. “I know, but we got the alien, nothing will happen to them.” Kara sigh again but agreed. 

 You woke up some time later to Kara shaking you awake. You really didn’t feel good it was even worst then before, you felt nauseous, the pain you felt earlier was now in your entire lower stomach, and you felt lightheaded. You didn’t say anything to Kara because it wasn’t unbearable, and you didn’t want to worry her for nothing. “Hey hon, I’m sorry to wake you, but it's time to take your medication.” Kara said. You groan and sit up, you took the pill, water, and you swallowed them at the same time. “Are you good?” She asked, looking at your tired face. “I'm just exhausted. 

 Siren ran off in the distance, and you could tell Kara wants to go, but you could also see she was worried about you. “Go, I’ll be fine.” You said, “Are you sure?” She asks and you nodded. She got up from your bed and looked at you one last time before flying out the window. 

 After her rescue, Kara was called to the D.E.O. “Kara could in now.” “Coming.” She said turning back. 

 “What’s up?” Kara ask when she arrived. “Ok, I don’t want you to panic, but something happened.” Alex said, walking to the control room. “Alex, what is it?” Kara asked, starting to panic and think of the worst scenarios. “Just give me a second, ill show you.” Alex said. She pushed some buttons on the computer and a video of the alien that hurt you was brought on the big screen. It was a video of him in his cell. He was sitting in his cell looking at nothing, then all of a sudden an orange circle appeared. Vexok walked through it and the circle closed. 

 Alex stopped the video and turned back to Kara. “This was 10 minutes ago. We already send agents on the lookout for him, but I don’t think they’ll find much.” Alex said. “What the hell was that, I’ve never seen anything like this.” Kara said, obviously panic. “I don’t know, I’ve never seen anything like it either. I’m going to talk to J’onn about this, maybe he knows Something.” Kara nodded, and then she realizes something. “Oh god, I need to go.” “Why what's wrong?” “Y/N they are alone.” Kara said flying out the D.E.O to your apartment.  

[froggibus]

updates

for veteran followers, newcomers & people just browsing, a quick reminder on how this works, the kind of content posted here + a bit of an explanation! (of course, if im rambling, feel free to skip to the TLDR at the bottom ♥)

essentially, i have a bit of a bad habit of scattering all of my updates and news across various fanfic posts. ill probably continue to do this, but i know not everyone reads every post, so you're probably missing out on some info you might want to know

"like what?" mainly, requests + request statuses. but instead of making you guys scour through the depths of my posts to find out if i even received your requests, i thought it would be easier to just post it all here.

content you can expect here:

requests ive received and going to work on

WIPs im planning on posting soon

breaks, hiatuses, changes in plans & planned content

random life updates (sometimes)

to make it easier to digest (+ more relevant to you guys), its going to be in order of newest to oldest. (example: oct 2023 would come before jan 2023)

thank you guys, keep being amazing ♥

TLDR: ive decided to put all of my updates on requests, request status, wips + breaks etc in one place. its gonna be in order of newest to oldest, and ill update here whenever there's news :)

OCT 18. 2024:

brief mental health update here

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SEPT 26. 2024:

hi so sorry i know i've been inactive lately!

between breaking up w/ my long term bf, moving to a new city & starting school, things have been super chaotic & i haven't had much motivation to write :,)

requests are (tentatively) open to non-smut until kinktober starts on the 1st, and from there probably won't be doing any til the end of the month!

kinktober masterlist

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JULY 13. 2024:

summer suntacular was SO MUCH FUN!!! thank you to everyone who participated ^^ i really enjoyed doing this follower event & super looking forward to doing more w you guys in the future!

requests are finally open again! i am probably only gonna take about 6 - 10 depending on the complexity/types of reqs i get + only about 2-3 per character (to prevent another Venturepocalypse) ^^ super excited to see what everyone comes up with ♥

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JULY 1. 2024:

happy canada d’eh!

currently doing a bit of a rework on this blog! changing the way I interact w content on Tumblr to make it less spammy & more relevant for you guys!

requests are still closed as ive been really struggling with my writing as of lately :,) but once I sort them & catch up they’ll be open!

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JUNE 1. 2024:

happy pride ^.^

still working through requests right now & also working on something fun for summer! come vote in our summer solstice poll and feel free to come talk to me about all your summer faves & thirsts!

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MAY. 27 2024:

requests are currently closed! thanks to everyone who sent one in—im just catching up on them now ^~^

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MAY. 26 2024:

i’ve received quite a few requests this week that i am already working on :D im sick atm so it might take me a little bit longer to get through them all tho !!

changing up my rules slightly & retagging certain stories as well!

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APR. 3 2024:

thanks to everyone who booped me on April Fools :) I had a lot of fun interacting with everyone

requests are open!!! all of the ones submitted prior to March 24th have been deleted, but feel free to send them again if they follow the updated rules (found here)

I am also working on a small writing project that I may or may not post for my birthday in two weeks, so we’ll see how that goes

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MAR. 21 2024

requests are closed! rules for requests are being updated and all current requests are being cleared. feel free to resubmit afterwards!

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MAR. 17 2024:

- deleted Romeo & Ghouliet. I really wasn’t feeling like writing anymore, I struggled a lot with taking it in the direction I wanted it to go

- will be updating the graphics & theme of the blog this week so stay tuned!

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JAN. 22 2024:

we are officially heading into Valentine's season, and with that, I want your input on what you would like to see on the blog for that! you can vote here. have more input? have a request? send them to me here!

working on some fics, including OW Women HCs, poly! SatoSugu, Dick Grayson x civilian! reader, and possibly a series as well

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NOV. 14 2023:

currently not taking requests, sorry for the few people who submitted some this week! working on a cozy christmassy Dick Grayson fic rn, and possibly something exciting for the holiday season

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NOV. 1 2023:

life got way more hectic than i anticipated this month and because of that, i wasn't able to write for kinktober the way i originally planned. hopefully next year ill be better prepared and able to deliver quality content consistently. sorry to anyone who is disappointed! ♥

[rianafying]

i’ve turned my life completely upside down in the last week and a half. actually it is now the correct side up. if i thought things were fine before, they’re a gajillion times better now. i cannot stress the importance of what i’m about to say: i started taking care of my physical health. i can hardly believe the words as i type them out. not weight loss, or an aesthetic glow up, like my actual health, my insides, my bones, my muscles, my organs, the machine that actually keeps me running. had to spend a buttload of money at the gp and pathology and chemist tho. but it’s a necessary expenditure. i will come clean about one thing though, that that reason behind all of this, the catalyst, the final push wasn’t just my rock bottom, i actually, how do i say this, i’m not one to struggle with words, at least not when discussing my feelings. i have started to have feelings for someone. and this is entirely one sided, not that that’s a problem with me, in fact, it’s kind of a preference. i dont know a love more pure than the unrequited kind. that is not to say that i didn’t break down and cry about it more than a few times. anyway, so i’m taking all my potions and applying all my concoctions, and my health was so bad, that i’m already seeing huge improvements, after just one week of care. i’m inspired to be better. i’m inspired to have the life, happiness and health i wish for the ones i love.

i’m so hopeful that even jinxing doesn’t scare me. bring it on you evil planets. i picked myself up from rock bottom. i have intentionally found the good in the most horrible things. i am deserving of the happiness that comes my way.

i did overeat a little today and last night, a little bit stress eating, and a little bit extra hungry. and so i will go on a walk today inshaallah.

i’ve had a bit of creative energy lately, and i’m putting it to good use. sketching out a fashion collection, and i’m really liking the ideas and how they’re coming together so far. someday things are going to fall into the place i’m pushing them into. and i am most hopeful.

today was supposed to be my first day back in uni, but i am sick and coughing every 10 seconds, so i emailed the lecturer letting her know ill be joining the online repeat class this evening, instead of the on campus class this afternoon. missed out free gelato at uni today, they had some amazing flavours, but i’m sick anyway. so i couldn’t have had it.

someone’s gonna love me someday, when i am not so difficult to love. when i am ready to accept it. that someone might be me. a person i met recently told me to date myself, with intention and mindfulness. and that rlly stuck, because yes. also i’m happy that therapy has started again. since two days ago.

i’m drinking tea. i bought a pot to dedicate solely to tea making. and it’s been such a good little treat. i’m putting condensed milk in it, because i am not afraid of sugar. i’m going to build and rebuild my life. and things are going to be just fine. i’m going to be just fine.

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ORV Fic Rec I

so i have read my fair share of orv fics and i’ve been thinking it’s time to share my favorites out to the world. not sure how many of these i’ll make, but i thought i’d keep it short and sweet and list out just a few of my favorites if anyone wants to give them a read.

No Pairing/Gen:

Home Invasion - misoriri

Rating: G Word Count: 3,178 Chapters: 1/1

Kim Dokja’s covers are flung back. He looks up to see Yoo Jonghyuk scowling at him, his blankets in one hand and a bag of groceries in the other. He wishes it was a thief instead.

Kim Dokja gets sick.

Notes: does not take place during the scenarios, but contains no spoilers. It’s a super cute sickfic and i loved it. i read it a few times already haha.

here it’s safe and here it’s warm - Lizhly

Rating: G Word Count: 7,446 Chapters: 1/1

It hadn’t been a big deal, Kim Dokja had thought, when he started feeling a little under the weather. It’d just been a sneeze. A cough. Maybe a bit of a runny nose. It still wasn’t a big deal when he’d gotten the fever later. These things happen. It’s not like he’s spent how-ever-many years taking care of himself and somehow never run into a cold. He’s made it work, dragged himself to work, and has done so multiple times over the course of his life. Shocker of shockers, he’s never died even once throughout this entire process. He can take care of himself.

Kim Dokja’s Company doesn’t seem to think so. Notes: post-canon/post-epilogue fic. beware of spoilers. another sickfic... ok but listen, i live for any type of hurt/comfort found family trope, although there’s not really any hurt, mainly just fluff and comfort.

conversation in a lull in the war - stuffandsundry

Rating: T Word Count: 1,175 Chapters: 1/1 The Great War of Saints and Demons is slowly getting started. Sooyoung and Joonghyuk talk, as they wait. Notes: canon compliant, spoilers up to the Great War of Saints and Demons arc (i believe ch 387?). SO good tho. i love this fic, it gives insight on yjh and hsy’s relationship and ugh, it’s a good read. pls try it

Kim Dokja/Yoo Joonghyuk

Waiting for These Eyes to Open - KatcadeCascade (DreamWings231)

Rating: G Word Count: 2,004 Chapters: 1/1 He finds himself reaching the 73rd Demon Realm with an archangel, taking ownership of an industrial complex in Kim Dokja’s name, and confronting Asmodeus.

Yoo Jonghyuk could not see himself ever doing this for anyone, mostly because no one else would get in this much trouble. But for some reason he did this all.

All to see Kim Dokja again.

And that rat bastard is sleeping.

This is all exhausting to think. Thankfully, there’s a chair nearby.

Notes: spoilers up to ch 226, canon compliant, missing scene. fuck i love this one, it’s just. hh. kdj/yjh pairing makes me go insane.

precipice - oronine

Rating: T Word Count: 4,871 Chapters: 1/1

“I want to kill them.”

Yoo Joonghyuk looks tired. His sword is drawn but unable to draw a line in the soil. In this world, he is the most powerless being. “I hate them.”

Kim Dokja is sprawled on the ground, head in his hands. There are footprints and blood all over his shirt and the ground; he wishes he could meld with the grass and never wake up. “I hate them too.”

Trapped in a scenario, Kim Dokja is forced to relive his past with an uninvited guest. Notes: please do read the tags for this one. the romantic relationship isn’t the main focus, but wow is this such a gut-wrenching read. it hurts so good.

the pros & cons of caramel - sunwarmed

Rating: G Word Count: 5,398 Chapters: 1/1 “What’s in this,” Yoo Joonghyuk demands.

“Peruvian dark roast.” Yoo Joonghyuk looks as if he’s about to commit a crime, so Dokja takes pity on him and continues, “And sugar, ice, whipped cream, cookie crumbles, caramel, hazelnut syrup, chocolate, and a little bit of almond milk. Really, I put a ton of work into making this, and you’re not even thanking me.”

Yoo Joonghyuk’s eye twitches — once, twice, three times — before he takes the cup and squeezes it so hard Dokja’s a little afraid the drink will fly everywhere

.[or: 5 times kim dokja makes yoo joonghyuk (the wrong) coffee & one time yoo joonghyuk returns the favor.] Notes: coffee shop AU. holy shit this fic lives in my mind rent free. i think about it all of the time. it’s just. they are idiots and it’s so cute.

I certainly have MUCH MORE bookmarks than these saved, but i figured i’d start off with just a handful and see how it goes. if you have any fics you’d recommend OR if you have any fic rec requests, my ask box is always open ;)