#i have so few stand out supports cause they all normally feel so generic or are like repeats

[moeblob]

Reinhardt just like: wow what good siblings.

Fjorm horrified that her lil sister just said a bad word how dare she where did she learn that (the summoner, actually).

Anyway I'm still happy to have seen Hrid in FEH recently. Thank you for asking.

[reidslovely]

Can I ask for a blurb (or just thoughts in general) about Peter (maybe frat Peter?) with a reader that flinches a lot? Like maybe she's the kind of person who flinches when someone reaches for something? (Or if you aren't comfortable with that, maybe something about a touch starved reader?) I love your writing, and I feel like you're really creative with your takes on things, so thanks for sharing your authorial voice with all of us!!

Thank you friend that is very sweet of you to say 🫶🏼 I don't feel like I have very creative take on things, so it's nice to hear that from someone🥺 Also, listen I'm a flincher..I get it. I don't know if it's cause of trauma or me being neurodivergent and having sensory issues but I've always flinched at the smallest things since I was kid. Loud sounds? Flinch, fuck I used to (and still do on occasion) cry or get irrationally angry at loud sounds. Especially the sounds of a hammer hitting anything..visceral reaction. People rushing past me? Flinch. I digress but my point is I feel you. And I feel like Peter (you can picture this as frat! or normal tasm) after picking up on this is super cautious and understanding.

I think the first time it happens is like your first solo hang out and he reaches out to hold your hand and you jerk your hand away. He looks at you like "?? you okay." and you're just like "yeah totally." Because to an extent it's a subconscious reactions and he's just like...can I hold your hand then and you're like oh okay yeah :).

I think after the first few times he's more into like asking if he can hold your hand or announcing just so you're comfortable.

"im just gonna reach around you and grab this."

and you don't like react as much because like you're learning that you can relax in his situation and even if you do it unconsciously he's noticing that it's not his fault and he kind of just like works off it making sure you're as relaxed and as comfortable as possible.

he'll also tell it to his friends like hey watch sounds you make or like the way you approach them. i just want them to feel comfortable around here. and his friends are super understanding announcing their here, or if their behind you or grabbing something near you. they announce if their gonna make loud sounds. and you feel super supported and comfortable in that setting and it's nice to have people understand and accommodate to you. because you've dated people and hung out with people in the past who just didn't give a shit, or would laugh at you when it happened and called you names and shit. and when you tell peter he wastes no time shit talking the fuck out of them. "they suck..what fucking loser." and that's when you realize you may be falling in love with him because..oh my god he's so sweet and accommodating and literally all you've wanted? and you also realize he really likes you because he's making you feel comfortable in his space, and telling his friends to make you feel comfortable. and you feel wanted and validated, because that's his goal.

ii also like to think he's very protective over you in public for that reason. because he doesn't really have total control over those situations or public spaces. so he'll stand near you hand on hip to let you know you're good in public, rubbing reassuringly if someone at the bar reaches around you to grab something, or bumps into you guys. also if you're like me and loud noises make you flinch he'll totally cover your ears if he thinks something is gonna be loud. and you think it's really sweet. but he's definitely a touch reassurance person so if he doesn't catch it he'll rub your arm or side and ask if you wanna go somewhere more quiet or if you're okay. if you carry headphones (normal or noise canceling because tho different a lot of new headphones have noise canceling capabilities) he'll totally carry them for you or make sure you have them before you go out

"just incase" he says

overall, if you couldn't tell, ii think he'd go to the end of his capabilities to make sure you feel accommodated and comfortable.

sorry this is short anon I thought my word vomit could articulate my thoughts better. also very sorry if this is not what you wanted.

[eliotlime]

Hello, I first saw your comics on tapastic. I was just today going thru all my subscriptions to cull out the ones that haven't updated in a while and weren't memorable enough for me to remember a single detail of. I found yours and was abruptly reminded of how much I loved your content. I'm a bit too busy now to really immerse myself in what you've got going on anymore, but I'm really glad to see you're still around. I can't honestly say I remember any of the comics you posted bc I was not my best self at the time, but I can say they meant a lot to me. Anyways, the point of this message is to thank you for being a relatable voice when I needed one. I'm really glad to see you're still around and that you've got things that you find enjoyable enough to blog about.

Hey man that's great, I'm glad you remember me! I feel like I can say the same about me making the at the time comics as well, I went through a few years absolutely hating that comic and what it represented because I made it as a way to cope with.. honestly, being a teenager. I really didn't like who I was and that comic was like a great summation of my being at the time.

(read more cause woof i talk alot!)

I'm just skimming through it because I pretty much forgot what I've even made. Like Holy Shit I made 117 comics? I think it holds up okay, it's pretty normal relatable humour though a bit dated. I think i definitely could have been a little weirder with it, though at one point I did try to do something meta with it (chickened out though, it was just way past my skill level). It all just screams of being a teenager, and that level of sincerity would make anyone cringe.

I think it's wild to me how willing i was to share my life to the world like that when I was so riddled with anxiety and sadness. Can't say I'm free of that still but I'm working through it, and I still stand by the last update I posted to that comic. .. Though I'd cut back on how many jokes i'd make to mask my fear this time. I still really love comics, narratives and characters! Though I've not been very good at sharing them lately haha but I promise I'm still chipping away at them. This is probably a very strange time to mention but I set up a Patreon recently, though I haven't gotten around to announcing it formally. But I have a short comic up in there I did for school! Of course if you don't feel like subscribing, I also have it as a one time purchase on gumroad as well :)

One more thing I'd like to say is that the timing of this ask is pretty crazy, cause I was just thinking of doing a retrospective. Just the general reflecting on art school and just looking back on what being nonbinary means to me and I guess YLNB as a whole. Though it's probably too soon to reflect on the latter haha, I'm probably going to wait another 3 more years.

Anyway thank you for reading and sticking around! I hope you're in a better place anon, I know things are rough in the world but I promise that there's good things too! If you'd like to support me I have Kofi and as previously mentioned a fresh new Patreon (wow!) I'm also on youtube where you can find some of my animations and though I've never mentioned it I'm drawing a rabbit (well, lagomorph but its been bunny central lately) a day @dailylagomorphs! We're about the half way point so you can spend half your year looking at all those little guys.

Additionally! my commissions are open! if you want to buy a funny little drawing from me

[victor-epix]

🌸🖍♟ for victor?

🧩🚤 for donna?

~ @normal-about-jade

victor:

🌸(fav thing/scene) — easily my favorite thing about victor is this almost childlike compassion he possesses. given what was revealed about his past, it speaks volumes that (despite the overwhelming damage that trauma has clearly caused) the kindness is almost intrinsic to him (and while he does have a handful of somewhat abrasive moments, they're few and far in between—and i don't think he realizes that's how he comes across). the two scenes which came to mind related to this are the one where he waits for tabby to come down to the tunnels: even though he was so scared, he understood that tabitha needed him, and he instinctively prioritized that, taking turns in being brave w her even though it was clearly taking a toll on him. another scene which showcases this is the one in his room with ethan, where iirc ethan attempts to apologize for going through his stuff w somebody else (i think jade??). in general he's also super good about volunteering info that could help others, even if the info may be painful. + he gives ethan his old coat. fucking melted tbh 🖍 (further exploration of character) — i think i would really like to see victor build mutual trust with more people. i think he's on a good path to achieve this with tabby (and i suppose ethan, though ethan is a young kid so im not sure if it's quite the same) and probably, to a degree, with donna. i think putting trust in other people not to hurt him is a huge obstacle for victor, and it makes him come off... the way he does. which, in turn, repels others. tldr: i just want him to have friends so badly LMFAO ♟ (hangout w character) — i think victor would benefit from vibing somewhere cozy, populated with people (who aren't from fromville) but not too crowded at the same time. and quiet. a library comes to mind, or a bookstore. now that i think on it, i think he'd have a blast going through books and gathering information on the world & everything that had happened since the 70s. i can picture him cozied up in an armchair w a blanket and tea and just going absolutely hog wild reading a computer manual or smn

donna:

🧩 (something about character that's misunderstood/overlooked) — not to be that guy but i've said it once and i'll say it again. donna is hot as fuck. donna is gilf extraordinaire. bursting at the seams with raw sexual energy. literally the model oldschool butch. although on a more serious note, i think a lot of people in our very small fandom don't really understand her 'role'. or undermine it, at the very least. i think she's cast aside as not very interesting due to the fact that she doesn't really get a turn on the mystery wagon. but like... they'd all fall apart without her. she's a social leader. sure, boyd is presented as her counterpart in this, but as the show goes on, he gets so much more on his plate that he can't keep this up. so she picks up boyd's slack too. in a community ruled by fear and uncertainty, she is THE person to look to in the terms of leadership and holding it together, the sort of lighthouse standing out in this murky fog they're all lost in. i feel like this isn't appreciated enough. 🚤 (romantic ships) — honestly?? not really. it's actually quite interesting regardless. i don't think donna ever Could have a romantic relationship, not after fromville (if she gets out). i think she would have gotten so used to managing and micromanaging everything, to being the loadbearing beam, that she simply... couldn't lean on somebody else for support (i.e. a romantic partner.) she would never be able to drop this constant feeling of responsibility for the other person, and i think that not only would this be a Lot for her, but also, her partner would probably not like the discrepancy either. i think they'd possibly interpret it as a lack of trust. but really i think our poor girl has been through too much.

[fatesdeepdive]

Entry 125: Oops! All Supports #21

When I started this blog, I created a long list of every single Support in the game, using info from the wiki. As I have gone, I have eliminated characters from this list. The thing is, I made a few mistakes. I went back and double-checked every Support. In doing so, I discovered that I had missed nine entire Supports with the first-generation characters. I also learned that I did Corrin/Mozu twice.

Support: Benny/Charlotte

C: Charlotte confides in Benny that she thinks her helpless damsel act is stupid. She threatens to kill him if he ever reveals that she's faking.

B: Charlotte complains that acting frail is tiring. Benny says she should be herself, but she says that she's unappealing and men expect her to act ditzy. Benny asks why she doesn't act around him and Charlotte says that they've known each other for a long time, Benny doesn't judge, and that he's comforting.

A: Charlotte says she's jealous of people because he gets to act like himself. Benny says that people are afraid of him and questions if they wouldn't be if he acted harmless. He says that Charlotte was the first person who wasn't afraid to talk to him. She says that it's because she could tell he was a cowardly gentle giant. Charlotte says she's tired of acting helpless and Benny says she doesn't need to act because she's hot. Charlotte says that changing her life would be a pain, but she'll talk to Benny whenever she gets worn down.

S: Charlotte worries that she'll be stressed if she ever gets married because things will fall apart if her husband realizes she's acting. Charlotte decides to pursue a man who already accepts her, ie: Benny.

Review: Really good! Charlotte and Benny have a really strong friendship and it’s nice to see her be herself around him and her treat him like a normal person.

Support: Hana/Setsuna

C: Hana and Setsuna are the only ones to fail a strategy test, because they suck at working on a team. Hana decides to start a study group.

B: Hana and Setsuna can't concentrate on studying and instead just take breaks. The pair are attacked by spies and kill them together, which causes Hana to understand what teamwork is.

A: Hana and Setsuna pass the test. They discuss more team strategies.

Review: This one has an interesting setup, but Hana and Setsuna learning teamwork happens too fast.

Support: Beruka/Kaze

C: Kaze spots Beruka, who just stands there T-posing when she doesn't have orders. Kaze explains the concept of hobbies to Beruka, explaining mental health is critical. Beruka agrees to relax by walking with Kaze.

B: Beruka and Kaze walk through a forest. Kaze tells her to pet a squirrel but it runs away.

A: Kaze gives Beruka an acorn so she can feed the squirrel. Beruka has fun.

S: Beruka says she's never felt as close with anyone but Kaze. She says she doesn't understand love, but feels happy when she is with him.

Review: Kaze teaching Beruka the concept of relaxing is fun and this one has a nice, laid-back feel to it.

Support: Camilla/Kaze

C: Camilla notices that Kaze is popular with the ladies and invites him to a tea party. Kaze asks if that's an order. Camilla says "Order" is an ugly word. But yes she is ordering him.

B: All of the ladies love Kaze, but he is left exhausted. Camilla enjoys Kaze's company and says she won't order him to come to parties anymore.

A: Kaze shows up for a one-on-one tea party with Camilla. Camilla thanks Kaze for sorting out a fight.

S: They get together.

Review: Kaze being miserable at parties is fun, but the last two Supports just kinda drop off and become boring.

Support: Charlotte/Kaze

C: Charlotte sprints after Kaze to give him water and a towel after training. She calls him attractive and he doesn't reciprocate, annoying her.

B: Charlotte brings Kaze candy. He doesn't want them. Charlotte freaks out because Kaze isn't falling for her wiles. Kaze is confused. Charlotte insists that he misheard her because it's windy and leaves, saying she left an excuse in the oven.

A: Kaze says Charlotte doesn't have to hide herself. Charlotte rants that Kaze's open-mindedness makes him popular. She realizes she needs to be nice to be liked by other people then complains that it comes naturally to Kaze.

S: Charlotte continues hitting on Kaze and asks him to marry her. Kaze says he wanted to take things more slowly, but ultimately says yes.

Review: Charlotte has some really funny lines but other than that this one is mediocre.

Support: Effie/Kaze

C: Effie destroys a massive stone watchtower with her bare hands out of frustration. Kaze offers to help fix it.

B: Kaze suggests Effie redirect her energy by whittling a statue out of a redwood. Effie decides to make a statue of Elise, but destroys the redwood by cutting to hard. Kaze offers to help with the fine details.

A: Elise is creeped out because Kaze made the face so accurate that the eyes follow you. Effie feels bad and decides to do a million burpees and spar with real weapons. Kaze suggests Effie make a jewelry box.

S: Elise likes the jewelry box. Effie rebuilds the Elise statue into a 14-foot-tall statue of Kaze. Also they get together.

Review: Effie is a superstrong cartoon character and one of the best characters in any Fire Emblem game.

Support: Elise/Kaze

C: Elise asks Kaze to play hide and seek with her. Kaze finds her immediately but pretends he can't see her.

B: Elise says Kaze's her favorite person to hide and seek with and asks him to not hold back.

A: Elise says playing with Kaze allows her to have a friend from Hoshido. Kaze praises her for being sweet and noble.

S: Elise says Kaze is all she ever thinks about and that she wants to spend all of her time with him. Kaze says yes even though he is not worthy of her, from a social standpoint. This is weird because the earlier conversations hinged on Elise being a child.

Review: A sweet but shallow Support.

Support: Hana/Kaze

C: Hana struggles to carry heavy vegetables to train. Kaze offers to take half, but takes most of them, annoying Hana. Kaze asks Hana to train properly.

B: Hana says she trains to protect Sakura. She brings up a time a guy was sexist to her, something she's still furious about, and vows to prove anyone can do great things.

A: An enemy says Hana would be an easy foe because she’s a girl, so she breaks formation and rushes in alone to kill him and gets injured. Kaze says he has experience with people acting irrational and overemotional, due to being brothers with Saizo, and tells Hana to stop getting carried away.

S: Kaze says he wants to protect Hana because he loves her. She says she’ll protect him, too.

Review: Having a Support about Hana facing misogyny, but also having a man lecture her about her being incompetent, really doesn’t work. Ignoring that, this one is just boring.

Support: Hinoka/Kaze

C: Kaze delivers letters from Sakura to Hinoka. Hinoka says Sakura is really funny in written form. Kaze says Sakura was happy when she handed over the letter.

B: Kaze delivers another letter. Hinoka can tell from the letter that Sakura is upset. Kaze delivers a reply letter.

A: Hinoka and Sakura talk in person, based on a recommendation from Kaze. Kaze offers to keep an eye on Sakura.

S: Hinoka asks how to tell a man she loves him. Kaze says to tell him, so she does. They get together.

Review: This one is very boring, but it’s also very weird. Why is a Support starring Hinoka and Kaze about Sakura sending letters?

So, uh, you may have noticed a pattern. For whatever reason, I missed eight different Kaze romance Supports. I am now sick of Kaze.

Support: Mana/Soleil

C: Kana asks Soleil to help him talk to girls, because girls really like it when Soleil compliments them and he wants to be able to give nice compliments.

B: Soleil faints when she sees a girl The girls love Kana because he's adorable.

A: Kana gets better at talking to girls thanks to Soleil's advice.

S: Kana says that Soleil is a special person. Soleil says he's like a brother to her.

Review: So. Goddamn. Boring.

[self-loving-vampire]

You're my favorite preservationist blog, so once again I wanted to hear your take on this:

I may not fully understand the situation here, so take this with a grain of salt,

but wasn't it a risky move for the Internet Archive to allow 'unlimited concurrent lending' indefinitely?

Yes, the pandemic still exists; yes it would be better if greedy publishing houses couldn't threaten the existence of petabytes of preserved data over the equivalent of a few bucks,

but as one of the last bastions against the relentless onslaught of IP law, in some cases literally the only thing preventing content from falling into lost media territory,

shouldn't they have stayed a little more within the rules on this, rather than risking legal exposure they can't afford?

Isn't it their duty as an archive to play it safe and act within the law so a loss like this doesn't mean everyone loses access to everything?

Is it worth fighting a costly legal battle to maintain a more ideal state of open access if it very well could mean the end of all they've worked for and media preservation as we know it?

All the commentary I've seen so far has been rightfully angry at the publishers for pursuing this, but if the IA goes down because they fought for the right to help the most people possible and lost, the resulting harm will be irreparable, and from an archivist's perspective that seems woefully irresponsible on their part.

I think their objective should be to preserve as much content and maintain as much access as possible, yes, but this feels like an all-or-nothing gambit that could have been avoided by just going back to how they operated pre-pandemic.

I'm afraid of what will happen if fighting the good fight means dying for the cause. Some loss of access, even if it's a change as drastic as going from unlimited to limited, doesn't seem like the hill to die on if it means total loss of access.

Please correct me if my understanding of the situation is factually inaccurate, but this is the conclusion I've come to given the information I currently have.

(Also thanks for hearing me out on this. It really means a lot that I have someone I can express my thoughts to, on this and in general.)

I am honored that you see this as a preservationist blog! While I think media preservation is an extremely important thing I saw myself as just a normal person with opinions and some resources to share rather than any kind of expert or activist.

As a result, my understanding of the laws and consequences involved is probably not more advanced than yours. In the best case scenario the archive survives and only the book lending service suffers, but even that seems like a catastrophic loss. In the worst case scenario, the lawsuit could cost them so much that it could impact other parts of the site. This ruling is definitely bad either way.

That's also saying nothing of the effect this could have on other digital libraries, which could begin to limit their own services to avoid similar lawsuits.

Due to that lack of understanding of the nuances of the law, I don't know how strong their legal case was and therefore can't really comment on whether providing this particular service was unusually reckless.

However, on a moral level I am proud to have financially supported them even if just in the small ways available to a random person on the internet, and will continue to stand by them throughout the appeal process.

One thing about preservation that is always worth keeping in mind is that it's not about just keeping the texts or putting them in some restricted archive or a museum. Ideally, I want as many people as possible to be able to acquire whatever information they wish with ease and become vessels for sharing it themselves.

That not only keeps the information more "alive" by letting people actually interact with it but also makes it more resilient. If the only copies of a work are kept in a museum then said work can easily be lost if something happens to said museum. However, if the work is downloaded and shared by thousands of people around the world then it becomes much more likely to endure.

Most of all I just wish for the end of copyright law and the very concept of intellectual property...

[it-was-audhd-not-bipolar]

I've been meaning to make this post for a while, but I haven't because it just feels kind of awkward.

I haven't been on this blog very much in quite some time, and that's mostly because I no longer think that I am Bipolar. After I started being treated for POTS, my mood swings decreased significantly. After several med changes, some new diagnoses (MCAS and hEDS), physical therapies, and starting to use different mobility/disability aids, these mood swings have gone away completely.

It's not unheard of for Bipolar Disorder to become dormant for a period of time, but I just feel like it's too big of a coincidence that my mood disorder would completely disappear not long after starting treatment for my physical conditions; one of which causes diminished blood flow to the brain. When I brought this up to my cardiologist, he told me that POTS frequently causes mood swings that can be mistaken for Bipolar Disorder if left untreated.

It makes so much sense now why I would worsen when I was forced to spend long periods of time on my feet and would improve with bedrest. It makes sense why my psych meds seemed to be so hit-and-miss. On the one hand, I am elated to have figured it out, but on the other, I am furious. I was subjected to so many different awful treatments, all while being treated as subhuman, for a disease which I likely never even had.

I have been completely off all psych meds for over a year now, and I continue to improve. I am fairly convinced that I have autism and adhd (pretty much everyone in my family does), but I don't see the point in getting officially diagnosed if I don't want to be forced to act Less Autistic.

I will be leaving up all the bipolar resources and memes that I have on this blog, but I likely won't post about Bipolar Disorder anymore, at least not in a personal way. I am debating a name change for the blog, but I'm not sure yet what I will be changing it to. I hope none of you feel like I was intentionally misleading anyone by "pretending" to be bipolar. I truly experienced everything that I said I have on this blog, and I honestly believed I was bipolar.

If you would like to keep up to date with my physical disability, as well as see physical disability content in general, you can follow me at @disabled-is-not-a-dirty-word . I have been running that blog for quite some time now, and I'm far more active on there.

As for this blog, I will continue to post and reblog any mental illness content that I come across, but I don't see myself being super active on here. Thanks to all of you who have supported me over the past few years. And if you suspect that something you are experiencing isn't normal, make sure to get it checked out. I had assumed for almost my entire life that not being able to stand still without vomiting was just some kind of quirk. Turns out, nope!

[rocketandonuts]

I wanna draw comic but I,,, just can’t today

Therefore I will be here brainstorms some trivial ideas of the siblings

Their weekends during high school:

Jules mostly spent his weekends on part time jobs. Occasionally hang out with his friend also (they’re both busy they majorly just hang out at school a lot)

Viv used to go outdoor to keep herself looking busy to Jules (she didn’t wanna let him know she’s a loner) and sometimes she’d spend time taking long trains to places and bought stuff back for her bro pretending that she went on trips with high school friends. That gets too costly and meaningless over time tho

Then after a while she started to look into cooking. It’s mainly to save money (their family isn’t particularly poor but for reasons after they moved out their parents supports them very little.) They don’t get to have fancy food outside, let alone Viv’s crazy appetite. So she tried to make them herself. That later becomes what she does the most during weekends especially for complicated recipes that can take a whole day to prepare. (She’d also like to try baking but their place doesn’t have an oven)

Tho for the time near the beginning of the comic she’s became less active and a lot of time just lying in her bed doing nothing while time flys away (there were other special factors that caused her inactivity. But I guess she count as being depressed at that time)

When it comes to food:

A funny little thought I’ve been considering putting into the main comic if I could at some point is that they dont order pizza.

Reason being it’s a lil bit expensive (in my country) and also that viv feels bad and unfair when they do. Cuz Jules would have like 2 slices while viv would end up eating the rest

It’s not news that she eats a lot but even so she likes to keep things “fair”. And what she do is whenever they have any meals together she’d have just slightly more then him for the main dish, then eat along side when a huge amount of carb like white rice or noodles or a whole loaf of bread

But they can’t really do that with pizza. Even if they intentionally leave a few slices leftover she’s gonna eat the leftovers soon anyway

Animals:

Jules likes animals. Almost all animals. Viv doesn’t really have anything for animals.

Jules would pat stray dogs and cats and Viv’s just watching him do that. He once thought about actually have a cat as pet and even asked viv about it. But after some discussion they decide it’s not that easy to just own a pet like that. So he continues to just petting animals outside

Social media:

Jules likes taking selfies but it’s only for his own entertainment. He’s not good at social media in general.

Viv prolly has a priv Twitter or a blog only for following things and venting thoughts

Itll be funny if she also writes short stories sometimes. Secretly. But idk that’s prolly not too in character

Their grades at school:

Viv has average grades for all subjects except math. She’s insanely good at math. She just thinks it’s the most simple thing ever

Jules has bad grades in general especially sucks at math. The thing is I wanna say the only one thing he’s quite good at would be English(or any second-language kinda subject) but that’s cuz I’m not American and so English is the main second language thing we studied at school… it would not make sense in a comic I already writing in English lol. So too bad he just sucks at everything now (Except sports and art if those count)

Speaking of such

Sports and art:

They’re both good at sports. Not to a point to stand out, but alright. Neither of them do work-outs but they both naturally have nice muscle mass

Jules actually can draws quite decently. But he never really developed it. Viv doodles but it stays on a normal doling level

[iinnerme10]

10 Reasons Why A Woman Should Wear A Padded Bra

Bras were developed to offer help to bosoms, yet these days, it has changed into the top of the line design. There are many bra types to browse. Notwithstanding, adding padding to bras took the innovation to a higher level.

Padded bras not just upgrade the presence of the bosoms and give completion to the bust line yet in addition cause your breathing tissue to appear to be firmer and more full. So assuming you are searching for bigger, firmer, and more full bosoms, padded bras are a nice job!

For what reason would it be advisable for you to pick padded bras on your next shopping trip?

1) The additional OOMPH!

added bras improve the size of the bosoms. Best of all, the dial is in your grasp!

A few ladies pick bras with simply insignificant padding, selecting a more complete look, however, a few ladies might decide on more padding to give them the bust lift they need to feel like their best selves.

Who can express no to additional volume? Independent of size and shape, padded bras can give any lady the additional oomph they need.

2) The ideal arch of solidarity

For a great deal of you, typical bras can't offer the help that you want. All things considered, padding is your 'arch' of solidarity. The padding permits the padded bra to help your bosoms, without bringing about any distress.

3) You're still You

One of the greatest benefits of padded bras is that they support your bosoms without influencing your general body shape. They take into consideration a normally complimenting figure, regardless of what outfit you pick to decorate that day.

That is the very thing that a bra ought to be, correct? Molding the bends of your body and offering help with the goal that you can be your best self.

4) No More Areola Inconvenience

Envision yourself serenely sitting with your companions and afterward unexpectedly there's a decrease in temperature. One of your body's normal reactions is your areolas becoming erect.

This present circumstance can be incredibly humiliating for a great many people and can make you self-conscious. The froth between the cups of padded bras goes about as an obstruction and keeps your areolas from appearing. Presently, regardless of how cold the climate is how sheer your top, is you can feel your best and stay quiet.

5) Stay aware of the publicity

Fitted tops and body-embracing outfits are the furies at this moment and I can promise you that your outfit is unfinished without a padded bra.

It would be such a disgrace to assume your bomb outfit is demolished by a bra that has its creases jabbing through the texture.

6) A Complimenting Finish

Very much like a sweeping, that doesn't cover your feet is futile, comparably, a bra that doesn't give you legitimate inclusion and solace is inconsequential. A padded bra will give you the inclusion that you want to feel like the hot and sure lady that you are.

7) Correspondence All over the place

Most importantly, having lopsided or disproportional bosoms isn't a defect. It is typical and those flaws make you exceptional.

In any case, it can make distress a few ladies and a padded bra can assist with easing that. A twofold padded bra has been demonstrated to make your bosoms look more full and proportionate. Anything to feel like a sure sovereign, isn't that so?

8) Don't Stop, Don't Stand by a Moment

Whether you're moving your heart out at a club or running since you're late for a gathering, at times your bosoms simply decline to collaborate. They appear to have their very own psyche and the randomized development can frequently try and become agonizing

You can presumably think about what I'm going to say. Indeed, it's a padded bra! Be it a padded games bra or a customary bra, padding can fundamentally assist with lessening development.

Padded bras hold your bosoms immovably set up and give them additional help. Race to your gathering with certainty and make it a point to show your continues on the dance floor!

9) A for Covering

A lot of ladies have especially delicate bosoms that can be not difficult to get injured. For this situation, a padded bra furnishes them with the security that they expect as well as satisfying help.

10) Firm and Adaptable

Perhaps the best thing about Padded Bras Online are how much assortment they come in and how adaptable they can be in the plan. The padding can be water, air, gel, thick froth, or water pockets.

Padding can be removable and flexible so you can move it around to match what you need and make your bra the ideal exceptionally fit for you. You can likewise purchase bras with various measures of padding to use on various events and have the opportunity to closely resemble what you need.

[thebestpartofwakingup]

I have a huge writers backlog but I could total write a season-formatted au fic where Duncan being a trans girl is a pretty significant subplot the whole season.

Courtney….kind of sucks a lot at first? She’s SUPER excited to have a new girl friend….until Duncan doesn’t actually want any of Courtney’s ‘girl’ advice or hand me downs or swapping, and Courtney takes it suuuuper personally

Gwen is normal but she’s so prone to drama that she keeps getting wrapped up in Courtney’s bullshit, or at the least she’s trying to be supportive by getting Duncan’s on-again off-again girlfriend to pull her head out of her ass

Bridgette sides with Courtney but isn’t as dramatic about it

Geoff is super normal, to the point of conflict, insisting that nothing has changed except Duncan’s pronouns (which he picks up immediately) and while it’s well intentioned he does make a few clumsy comments that don’t totally sit right with Duncan vice via underplaying her gender — yeah she’s still “one of the guys” but she’s not “a guy” anymore.

Owen is the catalyst for a lot of Geoff’s worst exposition/comments since he’s kind of clueless and follows Geoff’s lead

DJ is the opposite — overly gentlemanly. When paired with Geoff’s ignorance it’s actually pretty sweet. Except when they’re both alone it’s totally overbearing and patronizing. Duncan is a girl she isn’t made of glass and she isn’t some southern Belle either. They go back to just being friends because DJ’s mama code is pretty strict with how a gentleman treats their girlfriend — but not so much how he treats his girl friends.

Noah accidentally and carelessly stokes the righteousness of ant present transphobia by dryly and mockingly correcting any of their incorrect statements about gender. Doesn’t care.

And Heather? Heather has the ally ratio down PERFECTLY. Courtney gets mad Duncan won’t try her Peach Vacation glitter polish? Heather swings by later with Midnight Onyx.

Lindsey upgrades her “guy liner” to a nicer brand. She doesn’t realize that girl Duncan and boy Duncan are the same person. Likes girl Duncan more and makes a lot of comments throughout the season about how nice girl Duncan is and how they’re “like sisters” now. Duncan starts to stand up for her.

Keeps talking about sisterhood and girls sticking together while also planting ideas that Gwen and LaShawna are not as supportive as they talks themselves up as. Starts doing things to try and make them look unsupportive and transphobic too, teaches Duncan to bra-stuff and gets Courtney to accidentally call it out. Gives Duncan Bridgette’s usual skin lotion/deodorant so Geoff comments on it and Bridgette gets all jealous and defensive.

Steals Duncan’s Estrogen and puts it in Courtney’s bag. Steals one of Duncan’s bras and leaves it in Owen’s bed.

Gwen and Duncan get some confrontation scene where she calls him out for siding with HEATHER and he retorts that he didn’t WANT to but Heather actually LISTENED to her and helped her out and made her actually FEEL like she IS “one of the girls” which Gwen had been too preoccupied arguing with the girls about Duncan to actually like. DO the “girl stuff” with Duncan that Heather stepped up for. Granted Gwen’s been acting a lot more supportive than Duncan realizes because Heather did get into her head. Something something Gwen didn’t want to invite Duncan into the girl’s side of the cabin until she KNEW that Bridgette and Courtney and the others were going to be normal and supportive

Chris does whatever causes there to be the most drama and could be generously considered safety concerns or respectful etc. like will publicly announce at breakfast that Duncan is no longer allowed to use the boys’ shower.

Aftermath drama where Bridgette like. Hides a bunch of the supportive stuff they’ve been getting about Duncan because she’s jealous of the attention. DJuncan gets voted like cutest couple by the fans.

I have to pitch trans girl Duncan to someone who’d understand. He’s so fixated on confident assertive women and is suggested to have had this fixation before even going on the show, at times even directly dipping into projection. He’s also arguably one of the most girl-motivated guys in the first three seasons or at least the most SELF AWARE about it, going out of his way numerous times to try and avoid being alone or paired against girls out of the worry he’d be distracted and perform worse — there’s also certainly something to be said about how the connotations of a guy with dyed hair and lots of piercings has shifted in popular culture since 2007.

Also seemingly the least insulted/impacted by Chris’s attempts against his masculinity or heterosexuality — strength and toughness sure — but doesn’t even make a pass at denial when Chris jokes Duncan might start kissing on the guys if all the girls were eliminated.

Also want to pitch unheard of semi-crack pair DJuncan due to the two arguably having the most positive M-M relationship for the entirety of TDI and for DJ maybe having the most positive relationship with a Duncan of ant character, including trust and ease of communication. They’re both just really nice to each other and really likable characters you want to be happy and have good relationships.

TGIRL DUNCAN IS ACTUALLY SO SMART HELLO… his whole thing of being kinda girl-obsessed.. the girl crazy to girl pipeline is real

also djuncan is SO CUTE?? i never thought about it before but like. i always loved their friendship in the show and how theyre super different but still close and that would translate so well into a romantic relationship..

[technaart]

hii! can i request a cyno x dancer! reader? like reader's nilou's friend but she's more introverted? and she likes to wear jewelries!

Beauty and the beat

Characters: Cyno x FEM! Reader Genre: Fluff, reincarnation AU A/N: Highly based off of what went on in Nilou's story event, so slight spoilers for that. Barely, but still. Thank you for resting this! I had fun writing it and it gave me an idea for a royal au :) Requests are open

Cyno was only in Sumeru city because the Traveler had asked him to accompany them. The sight was as beautiful as he remembered, still admiring the sights as they continued down to where the theater stands. He held no ill feeling towards the arts, but he wasn't all that interested in it either.

You stood up top the stage, everyone was preparing for the show in a few days time and you more so then ever. This was the first time you were given the main spotlight and your nerves were almost burnt up.

"Go through it one last time, okay?" suggest Nilou, giving you the best support a friend can give. "You've worked hard for this, show them what you can do!"

There's no time to take notice of Cyno and the Traveler. The music sounds out, your mind instantly blocking out any and all foreign sound as it wove itself into your limbs. It was like someone was controlling your movements, gliding you across the stage with a gracefulness that any goddess would be envy of.

A proud smile shows from Nilou, who stood off to the side watching. This, right here, was your element. The most comfortable she has ever seen you since you were kids - dancing was your love. And you did it beautifully.

Paimon nudged the top of Traveler's head, for once keeping quiet as she motioned for them to glance at Cyno. Having to tear their eyes from your dancing, Traveler is met was a surprising sight.

Cyno was enthralled.

Silver jewelry sparked when the lights hit them perfectly, making it look like you were sparkling, a shining star like the ones he's seen traveling the desert. The tiny bells that hung on the chain skirt attached to you matched along with the song. It was like you were placing a spell on him.

Heat rushed to his cheeks at the sight of your bare legs through the slit of your skirt. He was thankful that you were a pair of white, slightly baggy shorts underneath the lilac fabric.

The song came to an end, along with your movement. In that instant, his eyes met your own. Time is at a stand still and it feels like your souls were reaching out for one another, desperate to be near, to hold.

Such strong emotions caused you to lose your balance, stumbling backwards as you caught your breath. You didn't understand what had happened, just that you needed to met the man who has yet to remove his eyes from you.

Nilou rushed up, throwing her arms around you in a tight hug as she expressed just how amazing your dance was and that she was so very proud of you. Normally you would be a flustered mess at the shower of compliments, but your were still stuck in the little world that was you and that stranger.

Looking like he was in a daze, Cyno walked up to the stage. You're set into action by a nudge from your friend. As you walk closer to the edge, he held out a hand that you automatically reached out for.

The warmth from his skin felt comforting compared to the coolness of your own. Eyes never broke contact while his lips press to the back of your hand, the small touch sending a flame straight up your arm.

Whispers floated around you as vendors were allowed back in now that practice were done for the day. Their words of genuine shock spreading at the sight of General Mahamatra Cyno being so entranced with a dancer.

There was a change in you ever since that fateful day, Nilou noticing it the second she realized Cyno had yet to take his eyes off of you. You truly gained his heart in just a single dance, showing the beauty that dancing can do.

It was the night of the show, everyone running about and making sure everything was perfectly set. No mistakes were to be made, and despite the obvious pressure placed upon you, you were excited.

Cyno was to be there, after all.

No one was prepared for the sudden attack, the only ones with a vision at the moment just you and Nilou. Neither of you were much of a match, and your rammed into, landing harshly on the ground. Your catalyst hitting the ground before disappearing in a fluttery of ice.

You glance up to see another attack headed your way and the sound of Nilou calling out your name reached your eyes but you couldn't move. And you didn't need too.

In a blink of an eye, Cyno's back stood to you, electricity flickering around him as he used his Vision to deflect the attack. The traveler has also arrived with him, and together to two defended the area.

Of course, they were hired to ruin the widely talked about show tonight.

"Are you alright?" questioned Cyno, kneeling down beside you. His hands hovered above you while he checked himself even as you confirmed that you were.

Knowing that you were infact, okay, Cyno pulled you into his chest. There is a spark that's felt between the two of you, pleasant and welcoming. Feeling like you were returning home after being away for many years.

The sight brought smiles to everyone who seen. The love and adoration clear on one another's faces, never taking notice of the audience you always seem to have.

The traveler teasingly covers Paimon's eyes when you and Cyno share a passionate kiss, Nilou and them sharing a laugh at Paimon's protesting.

The theater staff couldn't help but think, maybe now the akademiya would leave them alone.

[starbornsoulrider]

this whole horse girl mess still really confuses me and I do agree with what ppl are saying on here, like sso should use redefine instead of reclaim. but I mean... on the other hand depending on the context “horse girl” can still be used maliciously. Obviously it’s nowhere near as bad as much worse slurs and sso shouldn’t treat it like it is, and that nowadays people say it in a more playful way than mocking way. But I’ve seen people use the term “horse girl” as a way to belittle someone as recent as like... two years ago now I think? and a few times after that.

this incident comes to mind every time sso brings up this whole thing about the term horse girl, and whenever I see people saying no one rlly uses horse girl as an insult anymore. I’ll try to be as vague as possible since I don’t wanna like, expose anyone I guess? but like two or less years ago there was this activist I often saw on my tik tok for you page. I don’t remember her very well or even her username, but a LOT of fascists and trump-supporters targeted her. one day she just posted a normal video of her chilling or playing with her horse, I don’t exactly remember. and the comments were flooded- and I mean FLOODED- with typical trump supporters saying “of course she’s a horse girl” “you’re a horse girl you really think your opinion matters” “shut up horse girl”- yknow stuff along those lines. obviously it was disgusting, and of course those ppl were just saying that stuff cause they didn’t actually have good a arguement, but still. mocking a woman’s interests and saying they made her inferior, typical misogynistic bs.

and there were a few less bad but still kinda sucky uses of “horse girl” I was exposed to. or just like general sneering at having an interest in horses. SSO was what re-ignited my love and interest for horses, but for maybe the first year of playing it I was kind of nervous to express it. I overheard my sister say to her friends “yeah, their thing is horses now” in a tone that felt like... a little mocking, I guess? and I felt the need to speak up and say “o-oh, I just play SSO out of boredom, I’m not actually that horse crazy, haha” and I’m pretty sure I felt the need to repeatedly say “I just like SSO for the weird and wacky story, that’s all!” on multiple occasions, too.

so yeah incidents like that were what made me hesitant to fully express that horses were a big hyperfixation of mine now, cause I felt like all my friends and family would find it silly and cause I had already seen some pretty viscous attitude towards horse lovers before. even now I’m a little cautious talking about it at times. like I feel embarrassed whenever my family makes a remark about my interest in horses sometimes cause deep down I worry that they think it’s childish or something.

anyways, idk where I’m really going with this, I guess I’m saying that yeah there’s DEFINITELY a better way sso could approach this, although I wouldn’t say this “standing up for horse girls” stuff is completely out of nowhere? Idk, I feel like it’s important that “horse girl” can be a playful term but there are times where it’s used in harmful contexts. I mean, it’s definitely not as bad as slurs, and as I said before sso should rethink this and use better wording. it’s just ever since they started this whole horse girl campaign and saw people saying it felt a little ridiculous, I felt like sharing my personal experience with the term, so I supposed now was the time to finally do that. I wasn’t born into the horse world or really grew up with it, though there are quite a few equestrians on the other sides of my family. again, not exactly sure where I was going with this and I have a lot of “ehhhh...” feelings towards SSO’s approach at this topic for several reasons, even though they do seem to have good intentions, I dunno if my input will help at all but I felt like if I was ever gonna say anything about this it might as well be now. not trying to be like “YOU’RE ALL WRONG HORSE GIRL IS A BAD WORD” of course, my experience with the term “horse girl” has been on my mind before the “reclaim horse girl” post was made and the post and people’s reaction to it made me remember it again. I guess basically, I think sso’s heart is in the right place and I don’t think it’s totally out of nowhere but this was definitely not the best way to approach it.

[marvelous-harry]

Caught In a Lie Part 2

Harry/Florence/Reader Warnings: Needles, Dom!Harry, Dom!Florence, Sub!Fem!Reader Words: 4.9K Summary: It's time for the dreaded doctor's appointment. A/N: This took so long to finish cause of life and general writers' block. Hopefully, the story will be worth the wait! Part 1 “Babe, it’s time to wake up,” Harry whispered as he sat down at the edge of the bed and stroked a hand over my hair. Whimpering, I pulled on the blankets while shaking my head. “Still sleepy,” I whispered. “Cuddle,” I added as I grabbed his hand and hugged it.

“It’s 9.30 am love. You need to get up and get ready. Your doctor’s appointment is at 11, remember?” Harry said softly, leaning down to hug me as he pressed kisses to my cheek.

“I don’t feel very well, we should reschedule,” I whispered, keeping my eyes firmly closed and burrowed further into my pillow and blankets.

“That just means it’s even more important that we go to the doctor, baby,” Harry sighed as he sat up.

“Nooo!” I protested as he put his hands around me and lifted me up. “No! I’m not going, you can’t make me. I want Flossie!” I whined as I finally opened my eyes and looked at him. “Flossie!” I whimpered and tried to get out of his hold.

“Florence is at work, she left hours ago. We are going to the doctor, now you have 45 minutes to get ready and have something to eat. I don’t care if you spend those minutes being a brat, I’ll take you over my knee and then drive you there while you’re still in your pajamas. That choice is yours,” Harry said sternly as he gripped my jaw.

I whimpered and hugged him tightly as he let my jaw go. “But I don’t want a spanking!” I told him, pouting as I looked up at him.

“Well you better behave then so I don’t have to spank you,” Harry said with a little smile as he poked my nose. Grumbling, I pressed my face against his neck and played with his cross necklace.

“I know you’re worried and overthinking it but I’ll be right next to you the whole time if that’s what you want. It’ll be over before you know it. You can squeeze my hand as tightly as you can the whole time,” Harry spoke gently. “You need to go get ready like a good girl now okay? I’ll go make you some toast for breakfast,” he said as he pulled back.

Nodding, I stopped playing with his necklace. “Okay but I don’t want any breakfast. I’m not hungry,” I told him as I started moving off his lap.

“I’ll chop you up some fruit and if you still don’t feel like having anything when you’re done getting ready we can just eat it later,” Harry replied as he got off the bed and pulled the blankets down and over to air them and the mattress out. I just hummed a little note as I walked into the bathroom to get a quick shower and get dressed.

-

Pulling the cardigan tightly around me, I chewed on my lip as I walked into the kitchen where I could hear Harry moving about. A quick glance at the clock let me know we should probably start driving into town soon.

“I’m ready,” I announced and sat down on one of the kitchen table chairs. Picking at my nails, I kept staring at them as Harry put a glass of juice and a little plate of different kinds of fruit on the table next to me.

Harry pulled up a chair and sat down in front of me. “You should try and eat some and have the juice,” he said, pulling the plate closer while nudging me with his knee.

I moved from my chair and sat down on his leg. Twirling a strand of his hair around my fingers, I kissed his neck before moving up to his mouth. Closing my eyes, I kissed him eagerly as his hands went to my hips. Moaning, I stroked my hand down his t-shirt and over his crotch.

“Baby, stop,” Harry said as he ended the kiss and moved my hand off his crotch. “But I want to taste you. Please!” I pouted as I moved my hand back and stroked him gently.

Harry grabbed my arm firmly and moved it away. “That is enough. Did you think you could distract me from your appointment by offering a blow job like I’m some sex-crazed teenager? Hmmm? Do not try to manipulate me again. Now drink up your glass of juice, have a few pieces of each fruit. We need to get going,” Harry helped me off his lap before spinning me around and landing three hard smacks on my covered bum.

Sitting down, I wiped my eyes quickly before grabbing the glass of juice and chugging it down while Harry cleaned up the chopping board and wiped down the counters.

“Harry? I ate three of each, is that enough?” I asked as I pushed around a little blueberry on the plate.

Harry turned off the faucet and dried off his hands before walking over. He tilted my head up as he looked at me seriously. “Yes it is, thank you for listening. Do you understand why I got cross and gave you those smacks?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I replied quietly. “Not nice,”

“That’s right. We use our mouths to talk and we discuss if we want something, and we don’t use sex against each other to get our will either,”

“I’m sorry!” I whimpered, grabbing his hand and pressing a kiss to his wrist.

“You’re forgiven, I understand why you did it but next time I won’t be as l nice about it,” He explained and pulled me up from the chair. “Go put your shoes on, I’ll put this away,” he pressed a kiss to my cheek before grabbing the plate and the empty glass.

--

I could barely pay attention as the doctor asked me a bunch of routine questions so my answers were all over the place and before I knew it the actual doctors’ appointment was over and we were being told to go wait outside the lab for my turn to go in.

“I think I’m going to pass out,” I said as we stepped out of the doctor’s office and close the door behind us.

“Just keep breathing and if you do pass out I will catch you in my big strong arms,” Harry smiled as he put his hand around me.

“You’re not funny,” I huffed as I poked him hard in the side causing him to grin.

Waiting until Harry sat down, I took a seat in his lap and started plucking at my nails again as the nerves kept getting worse and worse.

Harry laced his fingers with mine and gave me a little smile as I leaned against him.

“Number 309?” A nurse asked as she stepped out into the hallway and looked around. I looked up at her wide-eyed and held my breath.

“Is it okay if I come in with her? She’s a little nervous about getting her blood drawn,” Harry smiled as he squeezed my hand.

“Of course! Why don’t you both take a seat at the examination table and we can have a little chat before we start,” the nurse smiled. I looked at her and she looked nice enough. Walking into the room, I took a seat next to Harry - never letting go of his hand.

“So you’re a little nervous?” the nurse asked as she sat down on her little rolling stool and moved closer to us. I nodded and bit down hard on my bottom lip.

“Is it the needle that makes you nervous or having your blood drawn? Or something else?” she asked, clasping her hands together as she looked at me. Harry stroked his thumb over my hand when I took a bit to answer.

“The needle,” I replied quietly and looked away. “I’m scared it’ll hurt or that it’ll break inside my arm,” I mumbled.

“It’s very common to feel that way. Have you had any bad experiences in the past with getting your blood drawn? Ever fainted or something like that?” she looked at me curiously. I nodded.

“I used to get sick a lot as a kid so I was at the doctors and the hospital quite often and it always hurt so much when they’d draw blood or put an IV in. And I’ve never fainted, just felt very lightheaded and like I was about to,” I explained.

“I see, I see. I can’t promise you won’t feel anything at all but it shouldn’t hurt. It should just feel like a little prick and maybe something like a pressure feeling as I move the needle just slightly into your arm. As for the needle breaking, it’s very very rare, I’ve not heard or seen it happen ever. The needles we use are made from stainless steel and it would take a great deal of force for it to break,” the nurse glanced at Harry.

“How are you with needles?” she asked while rolling over to her hand sanitizer and cleaning her hands.

“I’m good,” Harry smiled back with a small nod.

“Wonderful,” the nurse smiled as she looked back at me. “What would make you more comfortable going through the steps of what I need to do beforehand or telling you whilst I’m doing it or just do it with how I usually do it?”

I licked my lips nervously and looked at Harry for help. “You have to decide,” he urged me. “Emm just do as you normally do I guess. I don’t have to watch right?”

“No, you don’t have to watch. Could you take off your cardigan please?” she asked while grabbing her rolling tray and an arm support stand.

Letting go of Harry’s hand I slipped off my cardigan and rubbed my palms against my jeans as I looked over all the things on her tray. Blood vials in different colours, a sharps container, cotton balls, tape, and a bunch of needles were on it.

“Let’s see what hand looks the most promising,” the nurse mused as she gently turned over my arm and gave it a quick little glance before grabbing the tourniquet and securing it around my arm.

Grabbing Harry’s hand tightly, I turned my head against him and rested it against his shoulder as I tried to remember to breathe. Whimpering quietly as I felt her move my arm up on the arm support stand, and clean the inside of my elbow, I tensed up and held my breath.

“Baby, you have to breathe,” Harry whispered as he pressed a kiss to my head.

Taking a deep breath, I tried to think of anything else but the fact that I was about to be stabbed in the arm.

“Little pinch now,” the nurse said, causing me to squeeze Harry’s hand as tight as I could. I could feel my eyes welling up with tears and I felt slightly lightheaded as I could feel the needle going in.

“You’re doing really good, I’m almost done,” the nurse said encouragingly as she switched out the vial and put another one in. I did a sniffle and whimpered as I felt her pull the needle back out.

“That’s it! All done!” she grinned as she pressed down on the cotton ball she’d taped over the little needle prick. “The results of the blood tests will take a few days till a week and then they will be sent to your doctor and you’ll hear from her if there’s anything you need to know,” she patted my arm before she started cleaning up.

Sitting up, I looked down at my arm and pressed down on the cotton ball just in case I was still bleeding out.

“Are you feeling okay? Feeling any dizziness or like you’re about to faint?” she asked as she rolled the tray and the stand away.

I shook my head. “No, not now. I was a little lightheaded earlier but it’s gone now,” I grabbed my cardigan and held it close.

“Wonderful, that means you’re free to go,” the nurse said as she stood up and opened the door for us.

“Bye,” Harry waved as he took my hand and guided me out of the room. He glanced around the waiting room to the lab to check no one was around before kissing me hard.

“I’m so proud of you, darling! You did it! So brave,” Harry gushed and peppered little kisses on my cheek.

Giggling, I grinned. “I did it,” I said quietly and looked down at my arm again, feeling quite proud of myself.

“Come on, let’s go home,” Harry put his hand around my waist and held me close as we started heading out.

---

“I can’t wait to tell Flossie and show her. Do you know when she’s off work today?” I grinned while practically skipping up the three little steps to our front door.

Harry followed me up the stairs and unlocked the front door and held it open for me. “She’s already home,” he smiled and pointed at her keychain lying in our designated keychain bowl.

“Flossie!” I called out and kicked off my shoes. “Flossie, where are you?” I yelled again and listened for her reply while taking off my cardigan, getting ready to show her my ‘bandage’. Walking into the kitchen, I whined as she wasn’t there. “Florence!” I looked at Harry as I walked into the living room. “I can’t find her and she isn’t answering me!” I whined.

Harry rolled his eyes as he put his wallet away. “You checked one room, baby,” he chuckled and put his hands on my shoulders. “Let’s go see if she’s upstairs,” he said and turned me around.

“Well to be fair the kitchen is her favorite room in the whole house so the odds were in my favor,” I grumbled slightly while walking up the stairs. Opening the door to our bedroom, I grinned happily. “Flossie!” I shouted and ran over.

Florence jumped and took the AirPods out of her ears as she turned around in her seat by the vanity and looked at Harry, who gave her a smile and a little nod before she looked at me.

“I did it! Look! I didn’t faint, bleed to death or cry!” I said as I put my arm out and showed her the little cotton ball taped to my arm.

“Baby! I’m so proud of you! Come here,” Flo smiled and opened her arms.

Sitting down on her lap, I gave her a tight hug. “The nurse was super nice and Harry held my hand the whole time,” I explained while pulling back.

Flo looked over at Harry who had taken a seat on the bed and was looking at us endearingly. “Have you thanked him for coming with you?” she asked, running her hand up my thigh.

I shook my head no and bit my lip as she got closer and closer to my crotch.

“Well, that just won't do. Why don’t you be a good girl and ask him if he’d like your mouth or your pussy as a thank you,” she said while pulling her hand back.

I nodded as I stood up, got undressed, and stepped over to where Harry was before getting down on my knees in front of him. Looking him in the eyes, I put my hands behind my back and straightened up my back. “Thank you for coming with me today, Harry. I wouldn’t have been able to get through it without you. I’d like to make you feel good, please. Would you like my mouth or my pussy to use?” I asked.

Harry let his eyes roam all over me, making me all hot and bothered as he put his hands on his knees and leaned forward. “You want me to use you, baby? As my own little fuck toy?” he asked with a slight smirk.

“Yes, please,” I replied eagerly.

Harry stood up and took off his jumper before shrugging off the rest of his clothes, letting it all fall into a messy pile on the floor.

Putting my hands on my thighs, I looked at his cock and took a little breath to calm myself as Harry wrapped his fingers around his hardening cock and slowly stroked himself. “Open your mouth,” he ordered.

Quickly opening my mouth, I stuck my tongue out for good measure and looked at him eagerly.

“Pretty girl,” Florence smiled as she walked over and stood by Harry’s side, putting an arm around him. She too had gotten undressed.

My whole body heated up with embarrassment and horniness as they looked up at me sitting here with my mouth open, on my knees, and pussy on display.

“Go on, get your lips around me,” Harry said finally as he let go of his cock.

Shuffling closer, I grasped the base of his cock as I took him in my mouth. Moaning, I closed my eyes and licked at the cock head.

Flossie pulled Harry down for a kiss. “Fuck,” Harry muttered against her lips as he put one hand on my head, grasping my hair while the other wrapped around Florence, pulling her even closer.

Relaxing my jaw, I took a deep breath before slowly easing Harry’s cock into my mouth until it hit the back of my throat. I kept it in as long as I could before easing back a bit and just bobbing my head trying to make Harry moan or grip my hair tighter, something to let me know I was doing good.

Looking up I could see that Harry and Flossie were still making out, and Harry’s hand had traveled down to her bum, squeezing and stroking it, not paying nearly enough attention to me.

I moved off his cock and licked at the head before letting my tongue lick from the base of his cock and all the way up to the head before taking just the cock head in my mouth and sucking on it.

“Fuck, that’s nice,” Harry moaned and stroked my hair. “We should move to the bed. I want to eat you out,” he said as he looked at Florence.

“No objections from me,” Flossie grinned as she got up on the bed and piled the pillows together to lean on before spreading her legs.

“I want to eat you out too!” I protested as I stood up and quickly got on the bed, crawling quickly up the mattress - wanting to get to her pussy first.

“You come lie next to me, you can eat me out later. Harry is going first,” Florence patted the spot next to her.

Letting out a loud whine, I shook my head and moved a little closer to her pussy. “Me first!”

“Don’t be a greedy brat. Move,” Harry said sharply before landing a hard smack on my bum.

“It’s not fair!” I grumbled as I moved over and lied down next to Flossie, cuddling up to her as I watched Harry get between her legs. “I’m the sub, I’m the one who’s supposed to eat pussy, and suck cocks, and give you pleasure!” I protested, sticking out my bottom lip.

“If that was the case you’d never be on the receiving end of oral ever, darling,” Florence chuckled before letting out a breathy moan when Harry spread her pussy lips apart and swiped his tongue up before giving her clit a little suck.

“Well obviously it’s your job as my doms to take care of me,” I mumbled as I watched Harry.

“You clearly need to get spanked more. Such a fucking brat,” Flossie said before smacking my ass.

Harry pushed Flossie’s legs further apart with a smirk before pushing his face close and licking at her hole.

“Fuck!” Flo moaned loudly and reached down, grabbing onto his hair and pulling him even closer. “Your fucking tongue,” she hissed.

Licking my lips as I moaned. I couldn’t tear my eyes away. Harry looked so good with his face buried between her legs. I didn’t know who I was more jealous of. Harry or Flossie.

“Can I touch myself, please?” I asked and glanced up at Florence. I knew I was soaking wet, feeling the slick going down my thighs.

“Don’t you dare. You’ll get the attention you so badly want in a minute,” Florence replied in between moans.

Biting my lip, I tried to ignore how that sounded more like a threat than a pleasant promise. I got up on my knees and put my hands down on my thighs as I figured it wasn’t too late to start behaving and maybe convince them I wasn’t that much of a brat.

Harry moved his lips up to Flossie’s clit and flicked his tongue over it quickly while opening his eyes and looking up at her.

“So close,” Flo moaned as she tightened her hold on his hair and rolled her hips against his tongue. Throwing her head back as Harry sucked and licked at her clit faster, Florence let out a long moan as she cummed. She panted as she closed her eyes and let go of Harry’s hair.

Harry took one last lick at her pussy before pressing a kiss to her clit. He climbed over her leg and wrapped a hand around my throat, squeezing lightly as he leaned in and kissed me.

Moaning against his lips, I spread my legs as I felt Flossie stroking her hand up my thigh and stroked her thumb over my clit.

“Please. Want to cum,” I begged as two of Flo’s fingers prodded at my hole but didn’t go in. “Please,” Harry took his hand off my neck and let it fall to my boobs, taking one in each hand and used his fingers to flick at my hard nipples.

Whining as I thrust my hips into Florence’s hand. “Please! Stop teasing, I’m so close already,”

“Lie down on your back,” Harry instructed before giving nipples one final tug before letting them go.

Eagerly lying down, I spread my legs wide apart and looked at them both pleadingly. “Flossie, Harry, please,”

Florence leaned over me and kissed me slowly while she rested her hand on my lower stomach. “You want Harry to fuck you, darling? Make you cum?” she asked just as Harry teased his cockhead against my pussy lips.

Nodding quickly, I took a deep breath to try and calm down. “Please! You know I get so turned on watching you two, so hot,” I said while glancing between them.

“Oh, we know,” Harry smirked before thrusting his cock into me.

“Oh god, fuck!” I gasped, grasping onto the bedsheets and arching my back.

“All better now? Got your pussy all full and nice,” Florence teased running her fingertips up and down my stomach. I nodded, enjoying how Harry was thrusting in and out of me so deeply.

“She’s so fucking wet, love” Harry groaned as he dug his fingernails into the skin of my hips. “Don’t blame her. You’re very sexy when you get eaten out,” he grinned.

Florence chuckled and moved closer to give him a hot, deep kiss. “Not as sexy as you look between my legs,” she gave him one more kiss before giving my clit a little slap.

Letting out a little shout, I clenched around Harry’s cock and looked at them shocked. “I think I just came,” I said quietly and panted.

“From me slapping you? Did it feel nice?” she asked as she rubbed her finger over my clit.

Whimpering, I squirmed as it was even more sensitive now. “Yeah, definitely came, and no! I barely felt anything,” I whined and looked at them sadly.

“Poor little slut. Didn’t get to cum the way she wanted,” Harry teased while Florence kept rubbing my clit. “Nearly cummed as well when you clenched so tightly around me,” he said while fucking me faster and harder.

“With Harry being so generous and fucking you so nicely I think you can cum again, darling,” Florence smiled widely as she brought her hand up to my mouth and put two fingers into my mouth.

Sucking on them, I blushed and held her hand as she fucked my mouth slowly with her fingers.

“Yeah, you can,” Flo smirked and took out her fingers and put the wet fingers on my clit, stroking them up and down.

“Fuck, Flossie, please. Too sensitive,” I whined but pushed up against her and Harry as I could feel the familiar feeling of an orgasm building again. Her wet, soft fingers felt so good as she rubbed them over my clit.

Harry sped up his thrusts. “Going to cum soon,” he warned, closing his eyes as he held on even tighter to my hips.

Florence started swiping at my clit faster. “Doesn’t that sound nice, baby? Get filled up on Harry’s cum? Making him feel so good, pet. Such a good girl for us aren’t you?” she whispered close to my ear.

“Good girl for you,” I mumbled out, my fingers twitching against the bed. “I’m gonna cum,” I moaned, feeling so close again. “Please, can I? Need to cum,”

“You can cum, baby. Cum around Harry’s cock,” Florence said moving her fingers as fast as she could while Harry fucked me just as fast.

Moaning loudly, I held on tightly to the bedsheets as I cummed for the second time. Harry was moaning as well, blending together with mine as he buried his cock deep into me, filling me up.

He was breathing heavily and a strand of hair was handing over his forehead as he did a few lazy thrusts. “Fucking hell,” he breathed out before pulling out slowly.

Florence stopped rubbing at my clit and pushed her fingers into my pussy. “Jesus, you weren’t lying when you said she was wet,” she chuckled and did a few thrusts with her fingers before pulling them out. “Taste yourself and Harry,” she said and held the fingers to my lips.

Shuddering, I poked my tongue out and let it swipe over her fingers before opening my mouth and sucking off his cum mixed with my juices. I couldn’t help but moan at the taste and clean every inch of her fingers.

“Fucking hell, going to make me hard again already,” Harry said as he watched, propping himself up on his elbow.

Flo moved her fingers back down and eased them into me again.

Again, I couldn’t help the little moan that escaped me.

Florence smirked as she pumped her fingers into me a few more times before pulling them out and landing a smack to my pussy.

Letting out a little scream, I whimpered as I looked up at her with tired, hazy eyes. “Please, no more” I begged, seeing the look in her eyes.

“You got one more in you, I know it, pet. Harry, why don’t you pass me that clit vibrator that’s in the drawer and hold her hands down for me?” she asked and held out her hand.

“No, please. It’s too much, Flossie, please, I can’t cum again,” I pleaded as I brought my legs together and placed my hands over my pussy to protect myself while letting out a little sob.

“Here,” Harry handed over the vibrator before grabbing my arms and putting them over my head. He held them together with one of his hands and pulled on one of my nipples while he gave me a kiss. “Just one more, you can do it,” he whispered.

Florence spread my legs and kneeled between them as she ran a teasing finger over my sensitive clit. “You can cum when you need to,” she said while placing the vibrator against my clit.

Whimpering, I squirmed and tried to lift my arms up but they were so tired they had no chance against Harry’s grip. I got the tiniest little warning as I could hear Florence turning on the vibrator before I felt it come to life. My eyes closed and my mouth fell open as I tensed up. I could feel my orgasm building up but fuck it hurt so good. “P-please,” I stuttered out and tried opening my eyes to look at them but my eyelids were too heavy.

Harry kissed my nipple before taking it in his mouth. He placed his teeth around and pulled on it slowly before letting it go. “Turn it to the highest setting,” he told Flo and looked at her with a grin.

There was a quiet little click again before the vibrations got super strong. Pressing my heels down onto the bed, I arched up slightly and my legs trembled as I orgasmed for the third time. Collapsing back down on the mattress, I felt the vibrator getting turned off and Harry letting go of my arms.

Catching my breath, I smacked my lips as I let Harry and Flo move me around till I was under the blankets. “M’melted,” I mumbled as Harry wrapped his hands around me and pulled me close to his chest.

“Get some rest, darling. You’ve earned it,” Flossie said softly and pressed a little kiss to my forehead. I just hummed before my breath evened out and I fell into a deep, restful sleep.

Masterlist

[svperboi]

oceanoecielo​:

( closed starter for @svperboi )

Simon stands on the ledge for a few moments, feeling the fear pulse in the air like electricity while everyone on the ground anticipates his drop.  It’s hard to make them out from up here, as he is sure it’s hard for them.  It is probably that all they can see is a vaguely humanoid figure, but that’s still enough to get them into a tizzy.  Perhaps some are pointing up at him, getting others to look, and others are no doubt shouting, trying to convince him not to do it, but the wind rushing around his ears drowns them all out.  That droning white noise, whisking the rest of the world away—it’s so… peaceful.  He smiles, closes his eyes, and steps off.

He can’t tell what he likes more, the satisfaction he gets, the rush of power, at causing fear in others, or the heart-pounding excitement of the drop itself.  It’s so fast, and it only gets exponentially faster the longer you fall, yet it still takes so long, allowing you to fully appreciate exactly how high up you had been to begin with.

But he doesn’t get to enjoy the full descent properly because it is abruptly cut short by a pair of arms, one under his back and one under his knees.  His eyes snap open, and then he is staring into the face of a very young boy, probably no older than fifteen.  The pair of them are still hovering in the air while the boy holds Simon as if he weighs nothing.  On top of the apparent ability to fly, there is something about the child’s face, the energy he gives off, that marks him clearly as one of Simon’s own.

And he grins.

“Why, my dear boy, it would seem that you’ve caught me!” Simon says excitedly, hooking his arm over the child’s shoulders as if he actually needs the support as a means of playing along.  “Congratulations!  Good show!  I mean, really, spectacular stuff.  I can hardly remember how I came to be falling, but goodness, if I’m not anymore.  Well, actually, aren’t we all in a perpetual state of falling?”  He makes a vague gesture with his other hand.  “Given how our planet has designed itself and all of that—gravity, you know what I mean.”

He laughs heartily and then remembers that he is supposed to be in mortal peril or what-have-you, so he latches onto the kid with his free hand as well.  “In any case, you did stop me from falling in the deadly sort of way, and that’s not nothing!  In fact, I think it’s rather something to write home about.  So, really, again, excellent going.”

🧬 — Kon had been flying around on patrol when he heard the first inklings of trouble. like a crescendo reaching its peak, he could hear the hushed whispers and startled gasps of people rise up into a cacophony of yelling and screaming, all in the general vicinity of a building on 4th street. 

oh god! he’s gonna jump! someone call the police! 

Kon rushes ahead, pushing himself more than normal in an attempt to get to the person in question before the inevitable splat on the pavement. thankfully, he’s fast enough, getting there not long after the man had stepped off. with a soft grunt he catches said man, what he hopes is a reassuring smile on his face as he starts the slow descent to the sidewalk. 

before Kon can start comforting him, the old man speaks and tosses the boy for a loop. he didn’t expect this man to be in such a happy mood after attempting such an act, it left Kon a little unsettled. he blinks a few times before speaking,  “ Uh… You're welcome? “ he starts, unsure how to continue with all the praise, “ Are... you okay? “ 

it was almost like the man hadn’t just jumped from a high building, but had been taking a leisurely stroll, it was weird. Kon laughs a little along with him, confused more than anything as he slowly reaches the pavement, setting the man down gently, “ Uh... Thank you, sir. It was nothing, really. Just doing my job. “

[hoodiewithhorns]

Hmmm how about and argument scenario with Atsumu or Suna...or both 🥺

━  argument scenario with Atsumu and Suna ✧

ofc aw, also sorry if this is bad and out of character I still don't know much about these two (I'm wrapping up season 2) but I’ll do my best <3.

▲ cw : not proofread, established relationship, fem reader, crying , hurt + comfort, insecurities of abandonment , neglect, angst, slight jealousy, hint of smut at the end(for atsumu), all characters are 18+, MDNI. ▼

Atsumu 

- he had been in a bad mood from the start 

- he told you ahead of time he wasn’t feeling good so to surprise him, you went to go see him at one of his practices

- you brought him some fatty tuna and a few sports drinks to cheer up your lovely boyfriend

- arriving safe and sound with a bright smile eager to see your boyfriend

- only to find him talking to one of his fangirls, not one but 3 of them. laughing and smiling as they showered him in compliments and praise him for his athletic abilities he even let the girls touch him up for just a bit too long for your liking. 

〜 ☆

- you paused only to stare at the scene in front of you

- his brother disappointed in him, making signs that you were here waiting for him.

- he turned around to see you standing at the door frame of the gym a frozen expression plastered onto you as if you have just seen a ghost.

- those girls were pretty. prettier than you and the fact he let them touch up on him made your chest tighten. the gym was silent with only the sounds of volleyballs being thrown left and right. 

- you didn't say anything you just walked outside and waited for him to be done.

- he walked outside and drove you back home not even saying a single word.

he opened the door for you locking it once he entered as well. you still felt uneasy wanting an explanation as to why he would let those girls touch up on him like that. the way they touched his built physique left you a little hurt. you were sure if you brought it up to him it wouldn't be a problem right? just talk about it like a normal healthy couple does! right? of course!! you thought letting a few of the negative thoughts vanish from your mind.

you took a deep breath before you walked into the bedroom. Atsumu was sitting on your shared bed with his head against the headboard, scrolling through his phone watching videos to improve his spiking abilities. he seemed to be in a relaxed state, but he didn't spare a glance when you walked in. maybe he didn't hear you? you thought to yourself. the uneasy feeling overwhelming you feeling you'd breakdown at any second. 

“hey atsu.” you spoke lightly to him easing your way up to the bed. 

“what.” his tone clearly annoyed by you. you took a step back surprised by his tone and how he responded to you. he never replied with “what” it was always “yes?” or “yes my love?” taking another deep breath looking up to try and fight back your tears that were ready to stain your face at any minute now, “y-you okay baby?” you thought it’d be smarter to ask if he was still feeling okay and not bring up the fangirls..but you were dead wrong since it only set him off even more.

“I'm fine.” he grunted back at you still not looking up at you. he tightened the grip on his phone scrolling and staring at the videos more intensely now. “o-okay baby..um..” it wasn’t a good time to bring it up you already knew he was pissed off but you just wanted to get to the bottom of it immediately. if he was In a bad mood why would he talk to those girls all happy and giggly but with you a salty attitude? it didn't make sense you needed to know. “ why were those girls touching you like that.. were they your friends..?” that was the last straw for him he placed his phone down getting up to face you as you took a few steps back.

he was now hovering over you looking down at you full of anger, shivering at his mean gaze. “what's the issue? it’s just some fangirls who saw I was in a bad mood and wanted to cheer me up not like you who just walked away.” your hands were shaking at this point you felt sick to your stomach at how cruel he talked to you. how could you just stand there while girls were touching him and laughing clearly not caring he has a girlfriend?? what were you supposed to do walk towards him as if they weren’t there?

“but a-atsu I wanted to come cheer you up I made you some of your favorites-” 

“why do you care so much about some silly fangirls huh? don't we live together?? isn't that enough for you? but nooo you always have to think about yourself don't you?” he was being unreasonable at this point he knows how you get when fangirls are all over him. it was one of your insecurities that he’d reassure you didn't have to worry about since he’d never leave you, but here he was calling you selfish for caring about that.

finally, the gears in your head letting the tears promised to fall, fall down your cheeks. you sniffled rubbing your eyes as fast as you could to not let him see you but it was too late he already did. avoiding eye contact you spoke sniffling up your words.

“i just w-wanted to make you feel better why are you acting like this atsumu..”

you cried looking down as your tears hit the ground. his face switching from annoyance to concern, he messed up and he knows it. reaching out to hug you, you moved away from him and stormed out of the bedroom heading to the living room planting yourself on the couch as you hid underneath the covers to cry your little heart out. he followed you out the bedroom looking over at the meal and drinks you had planned for him. his favorite food and sports drink with a note written in your pretty handwriting he loved so much.

“I hope this makes you feel better baby! I love you so much!♡ xoxo”

- with much love y/n 

feeling his heart crack realizing the number he did on you just now. you had every right to be upset he knew you seeing him around other girls would’ve set you off he just wanted to appear as charming as possible. if his fangirls knew he was in a bad mood it would’ve caused his reputation to sink to the ground. still, he knows he shouldn’t have let them touch him like that especially if he had you at home. he let out a sigh walking up to the couch sitting right next to you with his head thrown back on the couch eyes never leaving you, watching and hearing you carefully. 

your sniffles did so much damage to him it already hurt him when he saw you cry, but crying because of something inconsiderate he did hurt him even more.

he pulled the covers down to reveal your redden tear-stained faced stilling sniffling but not fighting back when he pulled you into his chest. how could you fight back? you loved him you never want to consider leaving him as an option. you just wanted to fix things and so you let out a soft apology as he rubbed comforting circles on your back.

“no baby I'm sorry...I was being stupid and was in a bad mood but that doesn't give me the right to hurt you like this..” his voice soft yet firm making you ease up more into his chest as you sat in his lap to face him wrapping your arms around his neck.

he looked like a sad puppy he felt bad he really did which brought you to kiss him on the lips he smiled into the kiss feeling relieved. this lasted for what felt like forever. you pulled away and he rubbed the last bit of tears off your pretty eyes.

“I'm sorry baby I really am..I was like..an idiot sandwich you know?” you giggled at his joke making him smile as if he just won back his girlfriend. “it's okay atsu I love you.. please don't forget that okay?” he nodded pulling you in once more for a much more deeper and passionate kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist while his hands roamed your body. letting out a soft moan into the kiss, his hands went under your shirt as he pulled away smirking.

“why don't you let me make it up to you pretty girl let me show you that those silly fangirls don’t mean anything to me yeah?”

Suna 

- he was always busy with volleyball

- which meant coming home really late.

- you supported him nonetheless adoring how talented he looked going against teams

- you just felt..empty without him

- he wasn’t just your lover but... your best friend 

- you missed his touch and his presence in general

- he kept coming home late from practice each week making you miss him more and more

- some nights he wouldn't even come home and would stay at a teammate's apartment at the very last minute instead of coming home to cuddle you like how he always did.

 - this made your head spiral wondering if he even acknowledges how much you miss him. 

- you understand his practice and games end really late but still, you were his girlfriend a little reassurance through a phone call or a facetime would be enough for you to sleep alright for a night.

- his texts also caused you to feel more alone back then he would spam you with stupid stuff the twins were doing back in high school and even a little bit now with stuff his teammates were doing with the occasional “i love yous” and the simple but sweet heart emojis he’d send. now it wasn't even like that. 

you glanced at your phone and it was 11:34 PM and still no text from him or sign of his arrival. did he even care at this point? you wondered tossing and turning in your shared bed scrolling through Instagram. your eyes lit up when he messaged you. hoping maybe it would be an i love you or an apology for being so neglectful towards you. 

“hey. i’ll be coming home at 12.”

“okay tarō be safe. I love you♡”

read at 11:40 PM

you sighed feeling a little happy he at least was coming home soon. still, an I love you back would’ve been nice. you waited for him for a few more minutes trying your hardest not to fall asleep. it's been so long since you two been together or specifically seen each other. part of you was excited to see your boyfriend after weeks of not seeing him but part of you was upset. so many weeks of you being alone sleeping alone without his chest to cling on or his shoulder to lay on when you cried over your favorite shows.

you jolted up when you heard the door open finally, he was home, you happily walked to the front door. Suna took off his shoes before entering placing them at the front door. you greeted him kissing his cheek hugging him tightly, you missed this..you missed him.

“hey y/n. I'm tired do you mind?”

you pulled away looking up at his dissatisfied expression. first, he calls you by your actual name and then tells you to back off after god knows how long you’ve seen him. he walked past you heading straight to the bathroom to wash up. you stood there appalled at the fact he barely acknowledged you only to tell you back off. you couldn’t believe it but you tried to shrug it off, maybe he was in a bad mood? he’ll still cuddle you to sleep so you have that to look forward too!...you hoped.

when you walked back to the bedroom he was already going underneath the covers and you followed, going under them with him, while his back was facing you. you waited a while to see if he’d ask you if you wanted to cuddle. waiting... and still not a word not even a goodnight when he finally turned the lights off.

you missed him so much all you wanted was him to acknowledge you just a little. you moved closer to his back and hugged him from behind. 

“god, y/n why are you so needy all of a sudden?” rolling his eyes at you in annoyance. you moved your hands back to you sitting up to face him.

“why I’m so needy?? jeez tarō I don't know maybe I haven't seen my boyfriend in god knows how many weeks!” you snapped back at him causing him to get out of the bed. 

“It was 5 weeks it wasn’t even that bad!” he yelled back at you, you felt your heart become heavy looking at his eyes that had not a trace of love in them while your very own eyes felt heavy holding back tears.

“you’ve been coming home late all the damn time suna! sometimes you don't even show up! I miss you so much sometimes I....” you froze the tears finally starting to fall. “I don't even think you love me anymore..” 

he froze his eyes widening at your final words. how could he be so blind? his sweet girl had every right to be needy for him 5 weeks must've felt like an entirety to you and now that he finally gets home he's acting like an assshole to you pushing you away as if you were nothing but an obstacle. he sat back down on the bed to hug you. a genuine one full of love and regret. it was silent for a few minutes of just the two of you tight in each other's embrace. 

“I’m..sorry my love...I didn't mean to yell at you like that I miss you too I just..I'm sorry” he felt bad he didn't mean to hurt you. he knows he's at fault here and all he can do is mumble apologies while he pulls you close to him as he hides his face in the crook of your neck for comfort. you hugged back of course finally having him in your arms brought you joy. 

“it's okay tarō...I love you...we’ll be okay, okay?” he nodded planting soft kisses on your forehead. “I love you too baby..but let's go to bed my love it's getting late..” smiling he pulled you into his chest to cuddle you to sleep wiping the remaining tears you had still left in you. after a while you fell asleep in his chest while he watched you sleep peacefully.

“heh.. you’re such a crybaby .” he smiled pulling you in closer planting soft kisses on you trying not to wake you.

“I love you y/n I promise to make it all up to you.” 

[strayen-fx]

Red.

》 HHJ x reader

》 angst, vampirish theme

》 warnings: mentions of blood, hints of physical assault

》 2.1k words

》 a/n: short and simple, after months of writing break. Hope you guys enjoy regardless :)

“Stay away from them, my dear. Save your blood from the horrors of their fangs. Be wary of solitude, and be wary of the crowd.”

It was a day not unlike any other. My morning kicked off lazily, with me waking up almost an hour later than a college freshman was supposed to. Nothing unusual there. I did my usual morning prep, took a cup of grandma’s tea in one gulp, and went my way. I was already late for the train—I had to run after a departing bus with an exceptional speed that would put Olympiads to shame. I got in the room just in time as the bell rang for first period. I came in huffing like an old man, but it’s alright. Way better than walking through the early jam-packed hallways.

The first aberration in my daily humdrum existence happened on my way to fourth period. A student from another department stopped me on my tracks. I knew him; he was a member of the student council. Was I in some sort of trouble?

He introduced himself as Han Jisung, then proceeded to ask if I have seen his friend.

“He’s tall,” Jisung explained. “But like, not super tall. Not the towering-over-people kind. He has a mole under his eye. He’s got black—no wait, I think he dyed his hair again the other day. Anyway, have you seen someone like him? He’s noticeably handsome. I guess. I’m more handsome, though, but you know what I mean.”

The whole school would know who he is talking about. The one and only Hwang Hyunjin: champion swimmer, council member, and just a general talk of the town. The Prince. Even if I did see him around, though, I wouldn’t know. I never pay attention to the people I walk by.

I shook my head and muttered a soft sorry. I did feel bad for Jisung. He looked so worried and dejected, and I can’t blame him—not after after the incident with Seungmin. I can’t really take it against him to worry about his friends. I sauntered off to my next class, my mind still stuck on the fact that a normal person in my school has actually talked to me, and I was able to keep my composure.

Fifth period: P.E. I don’t even know why we still have this subject in college. I opted to take a stroll instead. You see, a huge, dense forest is situated right behind the main school grounds. You could say that the school itself lies within the bosom of greeneries. Unkempt bushes and rows of towering trees stretched over several miles deep, starting from the edge of the campus to god-knows-where. It is my goal to scout the whole area before graduation.

Weighed down by my personal monstrous beast, I trudged through. I walked for at least fifteen minutes before I finally reached the spot—my spot. Sheet of decaying leaves cushioned a huge gray boulder, standing at least ten feet tall, shaped like an odd piece of egg smashed against the forest floor. Against it stood a larger stone, this one dotted with moss and weathered with cracks. They were propped against each other for support, as if stopping one another from tumbling to the ground.

There was a smaller rock at the foot of the smaller stone, and I use it as leverage to climb up and sit on top of the largest boulder. It was my favorite place. Most times I could just pretend that I was alone in my own tiny bubble, at the center of that clearing that nobody else ventures but me. I don’t feel the breath of people suffocating me with every step that I take. I don’t feel my heart thumping with the sight of anyone else. I don’t need to hold back. Here, I don’t feel weird.

But today felt somehow different.

It was awfully silent. The wind felt sharper and colder. Electricity was humming in the air, leaving my skin prickling with discomfort. There was a tension in my veins that I couldn’t quite explain—it felt like an omen of an incoming disaster.

Time ticked slow. A couple hours could have passed—or maybe it has only been five minutes—when a nearby rustling perked up my senses.

Trying to keep my movements as quiet as possible, I hopped down and took up a defensive position, which wasn’t easy to do for a student with no actual weapon aside from an almost-empty bag and a worn-out calligraphy pen. My instincts told me to take cover—but my feet seemed glued to the ground. Sweat trickled from my forehead. My hands started to feel clammy.

And then, just as I was about to scamper away, a figure crashed into view from behind the nearest oak tree. I almost threw my bag towards the person’s direction, until I had a clear view of the intruder’s face.

It was Hwang Hyunjin, wide-eyed and disoriented, with his cheeks and uniform smudged with traces of blood.

“Help me.”

His voice came out as a tiny croak, as if his throat was filled with acid. He stumbled towards me, reaching out his hand for support. I wasn’t able to move an inch—and who could blame me? The situation was way too hard to process.

Hwang Hyunjin, the university prince, was hunched huffing before me, his clothes caked with mud and dried blood, his hair a nest of mess on his head. He had a cut on his cheek, I noticed. His breathing was heavy and labored, as if the mere act of standing on his own two feet required all the effort he could muster.

“Help me,” he repeated.

“What happened to you?” I managed to blurt out. My initial thought was that some random outsiders kicked his butt for stealing their girlfriends. But no—someone like Hyunjin would have been able to handle that. Plus, something in his eyes showed an elaborate fear—something only a beast would be capable of instilling. I should know.

My heart began thumping faster, a colossal drum barreling in my chest.

Just as my schoolmate was about to open his mouth and explain, a loud rustling broke the stillness of the air. Before I could process what was happening, Hyunjin grabbed my hand and bolted away, dragging me with him.

“Don’t look back!” he warned.

I did.

At least a dozen feet behind us was another male, probably as old as Hyunjin. He was sporting our school uniform, walking casually under the shades of trees as if time wasn’t of any matter. What puzzled me, though, was the fact that we can’t seem to distance ourselves from him despite the heavy efforts Hyunjin had been exerting to drag us both away from this newcomer.

I took another glance behind me, and to my surprise, the young man wasn’t there anymore. Nowhere behind us, as if he dissipated without a single trace.

Hyunjin took a sudden stop, causing me to bump my head against his back. I was about to call him out for stopping, but then I saw the looming figure a few meters in front of us.

“You…?” I began, my mind a juggle of unanswered questions. How on earth did that happen? How is he—

Hyunjin's friend, Kim Seungmin, stood before us in his dirty school uniform. He looked pale, his eyes bloodshot, but he was standing there in full grace, very much alive, giving us a toothy grin. “You’re hurting my feelings, Hyun. Why are you running away from me?”

Hyunjin’s grip on my hand went tighter. “Seungmin...”

“Friends are supposed to help each other, am I right?” Seungmin continued, faux dismay dripping in his voice. He bared his fangs, its tips dripping with fresh blood. “So help me, Hyunjin.”

I felt my body run cold. I wanted to scream, run, anything—anything to get away from this. From him. From the two of them. From everything. But Hyunjin's hand remained strong around my wrist, and my legs were close to turning jelly. I could start to feel the fullness in my mouth, the pointy ends of my incisors. Something that only happens when I'm in an extreme hunger or danger.

“Stay away from them,” grandma said. “We are the same kind, but we are different. Weaker. They see us as preys, as special commodities. They can smell your blood despite my concoctions, my dear, remember this!”

Seungmin tilted his head to one side, finally regarding my presence. “And you, over there. I’ve never tried drinking such special blood.” He grinned. “Satiate my thirst.”

The last thing I knew, a strong hand was pressing tightly around my neck, turning my vision green.

°°°°°°°°°°°°°

“Have you heard of the news?”

“What news?”

“Kim Seungmin was safe! They found him in the forest yesterday.”

“Thank goodness! Was he hurt?”

“He had a few gashes, but he’s fine. Hyunjin found him and brought him to the hospital right away.”

Students filled the corridor, everyone bustling and hustling about the news: after his sudden disappearance, Seungmin was finally found by his best friend, Hyunjin. The latter saw him in the forest, hungry and disoriented. They went straight to the hospital to treat his minor wounds, and that was that—nobody bothered to ask how he managed to lose himself in the wilderness, or how we managed to survive seven days on his own. Nobody asked him stupid and unnecessary questions. Seungmin was safe, and that was all that mattered.

I brushed my way past the milling crowd, flinching at every accidental touch. I kept my eyes on the ground, forcing my mind into silence. I was expecting everyone to be in their respective classrooms at this time of the day, but apparently, the news of Seungmin’s return has become enough reason for everyone to wander about and neglect their individual duties. It was a grand miscalculation on my part—I hadn’t braced myself for this huge number of people.

Not here. Not now. Not ever.

I just have to get back home, and then it’ll be over. My insides would stop churning once I’ve drunk grandma’s tea—that has worked for 18 years now. I can stop this. I can stop me.

I made a run towards the comfort room. To my luck, nobody was inside. I washed my face over and over, as if doing so would cleanse me from the impurity stamped on every drop of my blood. The face on the mirror horrified me—I had to stop myself from punching the glass over and over.

The moment I stepped out, I felt his presence.

He was there, leaning against the wall, lurking behind the shadows. There was a faint gleam of terror in his eyes, but at the same time, I can feel it: the hunger. Lust for meat. Thirst for blood.

“Don’t be like him, Hyunjin,” I pleaded. “Don’t be like us.”

He shook his head in resignation. “It’s too late.”

He took a step closer. Another. He kept on walking until he stood right in front of me, too close I can feel him breathe.

Too close I can see the faint traces of blood on his lips.

“I’m still hungry,” he sobbed. “I’m still hungry…”

Fear was apparent in his eyes—fear of what would happen to him, fear of what he had become. “You will be fine,” I offered, taking his hand in mine. “Trust me on this. It will be fine.”

And then I felt it, stronger this time—the hunger he was talking about. The thirst. My stomach growled in protest at the sight of Hyunjin’s pale flesh. I can smell his blood—I can feel its steady rhythm as it flowed through his pulsing veins.

I need to get home. Maybe my grandma could do something about Hyunjin, too. Maybe she could produce a stronger tea, and both of us wouldn’t have to worry about our instincts anymore.

We stood next to each other for a full minute before he broke the silence.

“We need each other to survive,” Hyunjin whispered. “If we drink the blood of our own kind, we can last for a month without feeding on others.” He freed his hand from my hold and gripped my shoulders tightly. “I need you. And you need me, too.”Hyunjin leaned down until we were staring at each other at eye level. He closed the distance between us. I closed my eyes, and for the first time, I allowed my monster to take ove.