#i might just be tired i woke up earlier than normal for me and working out def tires me out

[lesbianpegbar]

im feeling irritable and full of rage. im going to attempt to draw before bed

[atomicladytimetravel]

Anything For You

Summary: No outbreak AU. Reader gets caught masturbating by Joel and he fulfills her creampie fantasy. Absolutely no plot, just me being feral for Joel Miller. 18+ ONLY. MDNI.

Warnings: Established relationship, daddy!kink, borderline daddy/little girl dynamics because I have daddy issues okay? , soft dom!Joel, f masturbation (pillow humping) creampie, breeding kink (I don’t want kids but I would give Joel Miller as many babies as he wanted), fingering, squirting, pet names (princess, baby girl, angel, etc) unprotected p in v, big girthy age gap (not specified but at least fifteen years) Joel calls reader a slut (once).

Word count: 1,814

God I love that picture of Pedro, it’s so daddy.

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“Baby girl?”

The sound of Joel’s voice pulled you out of sleep. You whined a little, still too tired to want to get up.

“I’ve got to go run a few errands princess. You can stay here and sleep a little more. You’re probably still tired from last night, huh?” He dragged his knuckles down your cheek softly and you melted into his touch.

“Mmm, yes daddy,” you murmured, still half asleep. He chuckled softly and smoothed his hand over your hair before bending down to kiss you.

“I’ll be back soon. I love you,” he said.

“I love you, too.”

You woke again an hour or so later, feeling much better than when Joel had tried to wake you earlier. He’d been insatiable the night before, fucking you until the early hours of the morning. You weren’t complaining, though. How could you when he milked more orgasms out of you than you could count?

You had wanted to beg him not to pull out. He marked you as his in every other way but this one. Joel rarely ever says no to you but the potential for parenthood might be a deal breaker. You would have Joel’s babies in a heartbeat, but the topic had never really been discussed at length. His daughter was grown and out of the house and you were afraid he wouldn’t want to start over.

Just the thought of getting a creampie from Joel made you horny. The more you thought about it, the wetter you got. You had no clue how long Joel would be gone, so you decided to take matters into your own hands. You stripped down to just your panties and stuffed a pillow between your legs. You rolled your hips slowly, sighing when some of the dull throbbing between your legs was relieved. Your slow pace didn’t last long. Soon, your hips were moving frantically and you shoved your panties to the side to get better friction on your clit.

“Daddy please, I want it so bad. Please give it to me daddy.”

You reached down and pulled the hood of your clit back, the sensation making you throw your head back and moan. You were so close, right there, and then…

“Stop.”

You froze, your head snapping back to its normal position. Joel was leaning in the doorway watching you with mixture of amusement and arousal.

“What’s gotten into you baby girl, hmm?” He crossed the room to stand in front of you. “What got you so worked up that you couldn’t wait for daddy to get home?”

“I’m sorry,” you said quietly, looking down. He lifted your chin so that your eyes met his.

“Now princess, you don’t have to be sorry. You know daddy doesn’t mind if you take care of yourself. Just tell me what you were thinking about and I’ll take care of it for you.”

“I can’t. I’m scared,” you admitted. He looked at you, confused.

“Scared? When have I ever said no to my baby girl?”

“I want…I want you to cum inside me,” you said, biting your lip nervously. “I wanna make you a daddy again.”

“Oh, baby…,” he whispered softly, a smile creeping across his face. “Is that all? You just want to have daddy’s babies?”

You nodded.

“I’ll give you as many babies as you want princess.”

“Really?” you asked excitedly.

“Really,” he smiled. “Now let’s see if we can get you knocked up.”

He shed his clothing and sat up against the pillows with his legs spread.

“Panties off,” he said. You slid them off and tossed them onto the bed. He patted the empty space between his legs and you sat with your back against his chest.

“You are so fuckin’ gorgeous,” he said in your ear before placing a soft kiss behind it. “Spread those legs. Daddy wants to feel how bad you want him.”

You obeyed without hesitation. He put a hand between your legs and swiped his middle finger between your pussy lips.

“God damn princess, you want it bad huh? Look at how wet you are for daddy.”

He didn’t have to show you; you were seconds away from breaking his rules and taking what you wanted - no, needed - if he didn’t touch you soon. Still, he held up his glistening middle finger for you to see.

“I wish you had told me sooner this is what you wanted honey. I would’ve been stuffin’ you full of cum all along.”

“Oh fuck. Daddy, please touch me. I can’t take it anymore,” you begged.

“Aww, my needy little thing. Where do you want me to touch you babydoll? Here?” He ever so lightly swirled the pad of his middle finger around your nipple.

“Or maybe here?” His hand was on your inner thigh and he squeezed gently.

“How about here?” He finally touched your swollen clit and you gasped.

“Yes daddy, there. Touch me there.”

“Okay sweet girl,” he chuckled. “Daddy’s got you.”

He rubbed your clit in slow circles and your head fell back onto his shoulder.

“Whose pussy is this baby girl?” he asked lowly, his lips to your ear.

“Yours daddy,” you mewled.

“That’s right, good girl,” he praised. He kissed your shoulder and slipped his middle finger inside you.

“This where you want daddy to cum, hm?”

“Yes, please,” you moaned.

“Daddy’s gonna fill you up so full. I want you to cum for me first though, baby.” He added a second finger and curled them in a way he knew would get you off quickly.

“Oh god, daddy…”

“Feels good to finally have that pussy touched, huh princess?”

“Fuck yes, so fucking good.”

“Jesus sugar, your pussy is gushing,” he marveled. “Shouldn’t have any problems fittin’ my cock in there.”

You cried out when he began thrusting his fingers into you quickly. He pressed his thumb to your clit and rubbed in sync with his fingers.

“I’m gonna cum,” you breathed. Your legs began to tremble as you reached your peak and you felt the orgasm squirt out of you and onto Joel’s hand.

“Shitshitshit, so fucking good!” you wailed.

“Oh god baby, you’re squirting. I love watching you do that. Keep going for daddy.”

He rubbed your clit furiously and you squirted all over his hand and into a puddle beneath you.

“D-daddy, fuck…,” you panted.

“Princess, that was so god damn sexy.” He grabbed your chin and kissed you hard. “Turn around and sit on my fuckin’ cock. It’s time to give my baby what she wants.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. You turned to face him and put your knees on either side of his legs. He grabbed his cock at the base and and you sunk down on it, eliciting a moan from both of you.

“Oh fuck, always so tight for me. My cock fits just right in this pussy, fuckin’ made for me.”

“Oh god yes, you stretch me so good daddy. I love being full of your cock.”

“I know you do baby. Such a good little slut.”

His hands were on your hips, guiding your movements. He kissed your clavicle, then in between your breasts.

“Look at this beautiful fuckin’ body. Perfect for carryin’ my babies,” he murmured. Your eyes rolled back at the comment, a breathy moan slipping past your lips. You put your arms around his neck and began bouncing up and down on his cock.

“Feels so good,” you whimpered. “God daddy, you make my pussy feel so good.”

“Daddy knows how to take care of his baby girl,” he said cockily. “I love the look on your face when I give you my cock.”

“Fuck…can I cum daddy? I’m so close.”

“Go ahead sweetheart, cum all over my cock,” he encouraged. He snaked his arms around your waist and held you close as you bounced faster on him.

“Oh fuck yes, daddy I’m cumming!” Your hips stilled as you came around him and he held you down on his cock.

“That’s it baby, soak daddy’s cock,” he groaned. He could feel your orgasm splash against his abdomen and thighs. “Fuck baby, are you squirting again?”

“Yes,” you managed to squeak out. “Cumming so hard daddy.”

“That’s it, I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you,” he growled. In one quick movement, he had you on your back with your legs pushed to your chest. Joel is a soft dom until he’s actually inside you, and then all bets are off. He goes absolutely feral for your pussy. He didn’t give you time to come down from one orgasm before he was fucking another one out of you.

“Yeah, you keep cumming baby girl. Daddy loves watching his princess cum.”

“I - fuck! - I can’t stop…shit I’m cumming again!” You were practically convulsing beneath him. Stars erupted behind your eyelids.

“Tell me - ah, fuck baby - tell me you want my cum in your pussy.”

“Oh god daddy, I want your cum in my pussy so bad. Please fill me up daddy.”

“Yeah? You want me to make you a mommy princess?”

“Yes daddy, give me your babies. Wanna have your babies so fucking bad!”

“Fuck, here it comes. Oh god, daddy’s filling his pussy so full.” His hips stilled as he pumped his load into your pussy, a look of pure bliss on his face. When he was finished, you were surprised to see he was still hard as he pulled his cock out.

“Oh baby, there’s so much cum. It’s just dripping out of that little hole.” He pushed some of it back in with the head of his cock before shoving himself all the way back in.

“Daddy’s not gonna last long but I gotta fuck you some more. You’re so god damn sexy baby.”

He spit on your clit and rubbed furiously, sending you over the edge before you could even voice it. You gripped the sheets and arched your back, your mouth forming an “o” but no sound coming out.

“Yeah baby, good girl, taking my cock so well. Pussy’s so fuckin’ tight. ‘M gonna fill you up again pretty girl. Oh god damn, I’m cumming hard…”

He emptied his balls inside you with an animalistic growl. When he had nothing left to give, he pulled out slowly and watched as his cum dripped out onto the sheets.

“Did you enjoy that baby girl?” he panted.

“Yes, thank you daddy. It felt so good.”

“I’m glad,” he smiled. He plopped down beside you and pulled you into his side. He rubbed your arm and kissed the top of your head.

“You did so good sweetheart. How about we go take a bath and then we can do whatever you want,” he offered.

“Can we go to Starbucks and Target?” you asked excitedly. He laughed at your enthusiasm.

“Anything for my baby.”

[haruka-norikoyo]

Monoma x reader who is Mirio’s younger sibling part 7

Hey ya’ll uh, warning: ✨angst ✨

Other Parts:

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

Part 7/?

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Neito knew something was wrong when you didn’t text him back on the last day of your Hero Work Study. He reasoned it out. Unlike the internships, you are seen like a real sidekick rather than a guest. Maybe the work tired you out and you fell asleep before you could respond. It wouldn’t be farfetched. His classmates that did get an opportunity to do Hero Work Study became visibly fatigued in class. Even Kendo, who is one of the most resilient people he knew.

Still, his unseen messages plagued his mind. The dread festered within him even as he woke up the next day, when you said you’d be back from absence. He checks his messages, and, still no reply. Normally he would have waited until just before class starts to pester 1-A, but this time he heads straight to their dorm building. He gets there in time to find Iida herding out three classmates, who look as though they’d might as well fall asleep standing. He clears his throat. “You lot sure look awfully stressed despite not being in a Work Study.” Despite the sneer on his face, he finds that he’s unable to sound as theatric as he usually does.

The three students, Mina, Kaminari, and Sero collectively groan. Each one of them too preoccupied by their all nighter-induced headaches to formulate a proper response. Iida chops his hands at Neito. “Monoma-san, don’t you think appearing in front of our dormitory as soon as we wake up is taking this rivalry a bit far!?”

He ignores Iida’s words, glancing around as more students shuffle out of the building. He doesn’t see you. In fact, neither does he see most of the other 1-A students who have Work Study. “Are you listening—” Neito walks past Iida and the other three as soon as he spots Tokoyami. “You’re one of the students in 1-A who has Hero Study, aren’t you?”

Tokoyami blinks. It takes a moment to realize that he’s actually asking him, rather than it being a taunt. “…yes, that’s right.”

Neito disregards the cautious edge in his voice, continuing. “Has there been trouble with the 1-A students in Hero Study?”

“Not… that I’ve heard of,” he responds, uncertainly. “It’s a little odd that you would as that.”

“Your classmates were supposed to only be gone for a day. Isn’t it strange that all of them aren’t here again today? I wouldn’t be surprised if they’ve gotten into trouble again.” Tokoyami narrows his eyes, but before he can respond, Bakugo walks right between them.

“Put a lid on it, extra. They’re fine. Now get outta my sight.”

Neito lets out a “tsk” as they all left for class.

***

“Eraserhead-sensei isn’t here?” Neito stands in front of the staff’s dorms. He had gone to the third year’s dorms first to ask Mirio about you, but he isn’t there either. Now, he’s here with Vlad, finding out that your teacher is absent as well.

“He’s out on duties. Class A had Midnight as their substitute teacher earlier.” “Does… does it have something to do with why (y/n) and Togata-senpai aren’t here?”

Vlad shakes his head. “The affairs of their Hero Study are separate from UA. I wasn’t given any details about it.”

Neito lowers his head. His mouth presses into a thin line as his brows creases. He looks up when Vlad places his hand on his shoulder.

“I know you’re worried about them. That comes with the territory of working with heroes. I’m sure they’re alright.”

“Yeah…” he nods. The weight in his chest is still unbearable, but just a little is alleviated. His phone buzzes in his pockets, followed by his ringtone. “Ah, I’ll take this phone call, sensei. Thank you for meeting with me.” He waves and checks the caller ID as he walks from the staff’s dorm. His screen displays a blurry photo of Mirio that you had taken. He immediately answers. “Hello? Nii-san, are you okay? What about (y/n)? Neither of you are at school. Did something happen during the Hero Study—”

“Woah woah! Slow down.” Hearing Mirio’s voice full of cheer, he allows himself to relax his tense shoulders. “(Y/n) and I are… er, fine. I can’t really get into much detail about our Hero Study.”

“So something happened.”

Mirio lets out a humorless chuckle. “Well… say, why don’t you visit us at the hospital?”

***

It did not help Neito’s heart hearing that you’ve been admitted into a hospital despite Mirio’s assurances that you aren’t critically injured or anything. Although his request to leave campus was abrupt, Vlad had no problems accompanying him to the hospital. He stays in the lobby while Neito rushes up to where receptionist directed him to.

“(Y/n)!” he nearly trips on his own feet entering your room. You smile at him, the bandage on your cheek creasing. Neito stops abruptly at the side of your bed, his hand hesitantly reaching for you until it settles on your hand with the least bandages. His movement is cautious as to not hurt you. “It’s not as bad as it looks.”

Neito clicks his tongue. “I swear! Seriously, I’m alright. Look at my radiant smile, see?” You force out a toothy grin, making him sigh.

“Honestly, you…” slowly, he leans in, his forehead against your shoulder. “Why didn’t you answer any of my texts or calls? When you didn’t come to school after you said you’d be back, I thought the worst.”

“Yeah, ehe… I broke my phone so I couldn’t contact you soon. I’m sorry.”

“No no, you shouldn’t be apologizing,” he sighs. “…I’m glad you’re safe.”

You hum, rubbing his head with your free hand. It does sting to move it, but you maintain your smile until he reluctantly parts with you.

“You sure you don’t want anything? I can get you something before I leave.” Of course, not without doting on you. “I’m fine, Neito,” you shake your head. “The nurses are a button away. Plus I don’t really need anything else.”

“What about your clothes and something to pass the time? Your phone broke, right?”

“My parents already brought all I need— and Recovery Girl will be seeing me as soon as my stamina is back. I won’t be here for that long.”

“Okay…” You wave at him before he can even consider anything else, which he returns with a worried smile, leaving the room at last.

“I should still get (y/n) something,” Neito mutters to himself as he walks down the hallway. He glances at the clock on the wall. “I still have time, so… yeah, I should visit onii-san.” The receptionist had told him both Togata’s room numbers, so it was easy finding where Mirio is. Somehow, he isn’t surprised to see Mirio doing crunches despite being hospitalized. “You’re as lively as ever.”

“Oh!” he looks up. “Monoma, hey. Thought you’d never visit me.” Mirio sits up properly.

“As brutal as you are with training, I wouldn’t just ignore you when you’re in the hospital,” Neito rubs the back of his head. “So… how long will you be staying in the hospital? (Y/n) said Recovery Girl will be seeing them soon but what about you?”

“Oh, I’ll be out of the hospital in three days.”

“I see… right before out day off… well, at least you wouldn’t be going to school immediately….” he trails off.

Mirio’s expression remains nearly the same, but Neito has been around him enough to decipher when he’s thinking about something. “Is there… something wrong?”

“About that…” Mirio’s brows creases. “Actually, I’m taking some time off from class. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to continue our quirk training cause you see…” He scratches his head as he takes a moment to continue. “I lost my quirk.”

“Huh?” Neito doesn’t even hear whatever Mirio saying next. What did he mean he lost his quirk? Or— no— it must be something else. That would be terrible. Impossible. An quirk can’t just… be lost. At least, not a quirk like Mirio’s where it isn’t dependent on a specific body part. “Monoma?”

He snaps out of his daze. He stares, wide eyed. “Yeah?” “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, uh…” He laughs. Tense and humourless. His eyes turns to the floor. “I just don’t know what you mean by that.”

“I mean that I can’t use my quirk anymore.” Neito raises his gaze. Mirio doesn’t have the overly positive smile on his face anymore. It’s replaced by a seriousness that extinguishes any chance of a joke. Mirio continues on carefully, and he wonders why he looks so concerned. “I don’t know how much details I can give you since things are pretty classified, so I won’t try to explain. Sorry about that. I’d like to see if you’re still able copy my quirk so we can still continue our training.”

Neito stares at his outstretched hand for a second. He doesn’t feel himself move his, but he finds himself holding it anyway. It’s clear now. “It’s… really gone…”

Mirio smiles bitterly, “Ah, so you can’t. I guess it’s literally out of my DNA. Too bad, I would’ve liked to continue training you.” “Why…”

“Woah! Hey, it’s okay, I’m still a hero,” Mirio hastily places his hand on Neito’s shoulder. “No need to feel bad for me.”

He doesn’t get why Mirio’s nearly panicked to comfort him until his vision blurs. The tears pool in Neito’s eyes. No no no, why is he the one crying? Mirio’s the one that lost his quirk. He shuts his eyes as the tears keep flowing and rubs them as if he can make them disappear. “But why? Y-You worked so hard to make your quirk worthy of fighting frontlines and someone— something… just takes it away!?”

Was he smiling and so cheerfully exercising so he wouldn’t worry? “Wh— What’ll happen to your hero career? You’ll… You’ll still be a hero, won’t you!?”

“Yes, yes, of course I’ll be. Monoma calm down for a second…”

“How can I be calm when— when everything you worked so hard for just… just…”

“Monoma, deep breaths,” Mirio places his other hand on his other shoulder. Neito stops himself from speaking. He takes a long breath, slowly exhaling. Once he’s done, he silently looks at Mirio who had patiently waited for him to calm down.

“I know it’s a lot to hear considering you didn’t even know someone can lose their quirk until just now,” he watches his expression. “I’d be lying if I said it doesn’t bother me… but, there’s nothing I can do about it, can I?”

Neito’s eyes ask if that’s really the case, but he doesn’t bring himself to ask, fearing what he knows the answer will be.

“I understand why you’re agitated by this. But I won’t let everything I’ve done until now be in vain. I promise you.” Mirio withdraws one of his hands, placing a fist over his heart. “I’m still Lemllion. My goal has not changed.”

Neito’s breath hitches. “Right…” He hates that he’s the one being comforted. That he didn’t notice anything wrong with Mirio’s smile. Smiles… “Does (y/n) know?”

“Yeah…”

Your expression when he met up with you earlier— how did he not notice anything? He should’ve known there was more to it than trying to look strong while injured. Mirio’s grip on his shoulder tightens. “(Y/n)’s trying their best to smile like how I am, but… take care of them, okay?”

Neito nods. He doesn’t need to be told twice, wordlessly leaving the room after a silent agreement. He returns to your hospital room, finding you under the covers. “(Y/n).”

“Neito? I thought you left already,” you pull the sheets of your form, sitting up now that he’s once again at your bedside. This time, he wraps his arms around you, pulling his head to his chest. “Neito..?”

His thumbs rubs soothing circles at the back of your head. He doesn’t say anything, but it’s clear to you what brought this change of demeanor. “He told you.”

“As much as he could, anyway.”

“Did he tell you that I saw it happen? That I was a second too late?”

“No. That’s probably the last thing in his mind.”

“…”

You try to listen to his heartbeat. No avail. It’s probably too faint to hear above your own while it rings in your ears. It grows louder. The breaking of the walls, then the gunshot, and seeing your brother’s blood splatter as he shielded the little girl you had failed to save once. “Do you blame yourself?”

You’re back in the hospital. Your boyfriends arms feel warmer around you now that you’ve found his heartbeat.

You think back to Eri’s expression when Mirio was shot. Horror. Guilt. “No. I… not anymore.” It isn’t her fault. Neither is it yours. That’s what you’ll tell her if it is ever brought up. Before then, you take a deep breath. The festering guilt expels from your chest along with your breath. “Good,” Neito says. Your shoulders loosen as you bring your arms up to him. “Were you able to do it?”

“Yeah.” He doesn’t have a single clue as to what it is, but he lets out a proud hum. “Then you don’t have to be a hero right now.”

Neito’s voice nearly lulls you to sleep. Or maybe it is the relief flooding your veins as warm tears trickle down your cheeks. Eventually, you did end up sleeping. A rest a lot more peaceful than the first time around.

[creative-caramel-coffee]

Nightmares

Pairings: Wandanat x R, Pepper x R (platonic)

Word count: 1.1k

Summary: R has been having trouble sleeping, can her girls figure out why?

TW: implied insomnia, nightmares, night sweats, anxiety, mentions of loss and death, trauma discussion (hydra),

A/n something a bit different. Plus I added in some pepper content because I think she’s cool :)

For the fourth time this week you woke up in a cold sweat. Your pjs sticking to you uncomfortably. Nat and wanda were away on a mission for the week and despite being reluctant to leave you they had to. Director fury’s orders.

It was almost becoming normal for you to spend hours tossing and turning trying to sleep only to wake up in the morning even more tired and feeling gross in the damp sheets and clothes.

With a sigh you pulled back the covers knowing you had to change the sheets again so the room didn’t smell bad. Trudging into the bathroom you peeled off your clothes dumping them in the wash and making a mental note to wash them and the other three pairs of pjs you had soaked through. With am exhausted sigh you stepped into the shower melting at the feeling of the warm water washing off the remnants of an awful sleep.

After a shower, you had changed the sheets before going off in search of breakfast.

Shocked to see pepper standing in the kitchen tapping away on her tablet.

“Pep?” You asked.

“Oh hi y/n/n long time no see huh?” She said looking up. “I had to come remind Tony about the meeting and thought I’d stick around a bit. He was ignoring my calls thinking it would get him out of his work.”

You laughed slightly, their dynamic was adorable. Pepper was motherly to all the avengers and worried a little too much sometimes. On top of the stress of running stark industries you often made her take breaks.

“Honey you look tired, are you feeling ok sweets?” She asked coming and laying a hand on your forehead.

“Im fine, just haven’t slept well lately.” You shrugged as she removed her hand and frowned.

“Well, I know a but about not sleeping from Tony’s late night adventures in the lab. And i know how important it is to sleep. As well as how stressful it can be for your partner to be risking their life somewhere off grid.” She smiled softly.

“Yeah, it’s tough. But I’m doing ok.” You said.

“Well the bags under your beautiful eyes say otherwise.” She smiled, pepper had always been a flirt, it was her way at getting back at tony for his earlier days as a playboy. Of course you and pepper were just friends but it was fun to get under Tony’s skin. He was very protective of pepper and probably always will be. “i think wanda and Natasha might be getting back early as well. I’ve had Jarvis keeping tabs on them for you and he says their work was almost done around lunch time yesterday.”

“We got back last night actually.” A voice came from the doorway and you turned launching yourself into Nat’s arms. “Hello my love.” She said placing a kiss on the top of your head. “Now whats this about not sleeping?” She asked tilting your head up to face her.

“Its nothing.” You said and before she could reply you felt a tap on your shoulder. Spinning around you launched yourself at wanda, wrapping you legs around her waist. She chuckled and stabilised herself against the wall.

“Sweets you look tired. And i know you missed us and probably haven’t eaten breakfast.” She said studying your face.

“Why don’t you and natty take a nap in our bed and I’ll make breakfast for the three of us and pepper. Because we all know she hasn’t eaten.” She said shooting pepper a look returned with a sheepish smile. The only one who more of a mother than pepper was wanda despite being one the youngest of the team. She just had a natural caring instinct.

“Alright. Sounds good to me.” Nat said as wanda passed you to her. You laid your head onto her shoulder and closed your eyes. Wanda cooed at your sleepy form.

“Go take our baby to get some sleep and I’ll call you down a bit later.” Wanda said.

“And you.” She turned to pepper. “Are going to drink a glass of water and not just coffee and take a shower while i get breakfast ready. God knows you could use one to relax a bit.” She said and pepper saluted and walked off to her part time room in the compound chuckling to herself softly and still tapping away on her tablet.

You didn’t remember falling asleep but you woke up to a hand on your shoulder and a familiar wetness on your clothes.

“Baby are you ok?” Nat’s worried voice came

“Yeah ‘s normal.” You said slurring slightly

“Baby how long has this been going on.”

“Four five nights.” You said sitting up and getting up to change again.

After another shower and Nat had changed the sheets you walked back down to see how wanda was doing with breakfast.

“Hello sleepyhead, just in time.” She smiled and you saw pepper sitting at the table with damp hair freshly showered and beaming at you and the promise of real food and not just coffee.

After the four of you had eaten and wanda began to clean up you were sat chatting to pepper as wanda and Natasha were in the kitchen.

“Y/n/ns been having trouble sleeping. She’s exhausted and when i woke her up she was covered in sweat.” Nat said to wanda frowning.

“Oh poor girl, i forgot this time of year is always hard for her. But she’s been doing so well lately it completely slipped my mind.”

“Why is this time of year hard?” Nat asked drying off a plate with a towel.

“Its the time of year that hydra killed her brother. I held her for days in that cell until she couldn’t cry anymore tears.” Wanda said with a sigh. “Its been five years but i think us being away only intensified her anxieties about loosing loved ones, she’s most likely been having nightmares and hence the sweating.” “Aww our sweet girl.” Nat said shaking her head.

After the kitchen was clean wanda and nat led you back to your shared room. Promising they would never leave you in this time of the year again. You had teared up, thanking them and as you fell asleep in their arms that night you didn’t have nightmares for once. Knowing your girls were safe in your bed.

MASTERLIST

[lookinghalfacorpse]

For doomsday trio prompts- dream passing out in weird places. He hasn’t slept in two days, and could go for more, really, but it’s really warm and feels safer than anything has for a long time.

combining this with @3nderm1te's prompt shared via discord where dream gets this treatment from philza. related somewhat to this drabble.

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Techno didn't snitch when Dream fell asleep for a few minutes by the fireplace. Philza had some errands to run before they could head off to the nether, and although Dream's face was covered (as always), his head lulled softly against the cushion of his chair while they sat waiting. It was early in the morning, and Dream just traveled from who-knows-where to get to the cabin, and young men get tired sometimes. Techno raised an eyebrow, but he just turned his attention back to his book, and he didn't snitch.

Techno also didn't snitch when Dream fell asleep by the enchantment table. Dream's knee-guards were missing Thorns, which bothered Techno very much, and while he was working to fix the problem he saw the same gentle, fast fall into sleep as before. When the job was completed, he said, "There we go," at his normal volume, and Dream sprung awake and continued as though nothing happened. Techno turned his head to hide his smirk, and he didn't snitch.

This time, Dream fell asleep while sitting cross-legged on the ground with his back leaning against Steve.

There was very little left to do. It was the night before the battle, and they just completed one final inventory of all the items they needed. Phil and Techno broke into a brief conversation of which dogs were fit for fighting and which should be left behind, and sometime during that conversation, Dream drifted off. Techno barely blamed him-- only the fireplace lit the space, the conversation was quite warm, and Steve is quite comfortable. With his face obscured, he looked like he was simply lounging against the polar bear.

"Unless-- Dream, do you want any dogs up on the grid with you?" Phil said, "Might be nice to have some extra eyes up there."

There was no answer, of course. Techno kept his mouth shut, determined not to snitch.

"Dream," Philza tried. As soon as it didn't work, he continued, "Oh my god, he's asleep, isn't he?"

"Yup," Techno snitched. "Has been for a few minutes."

"Christ, I swear-- Alright, alright." Phil knelt in front of their slumbering guest. "Dream."

That one worked. Dream woke with a jump, quickly composing himself. Techno imagined an expression of shocked embarrassment behind the mask.

"That's it," Phil said, "You're going to bed."

"You're right, you're-- " Dream stammered, "You're right. I should probably head out--" He turned towards the direction of the kitchen, where he normally kept his stuff.

"No, look at me, look at me. Look at me." When the white porcelain of Dream's mask turned fully at Philza, Phil said, "You're sleeping in the guest room. Don't argue with me this time. It's the night before the battle, you need all the rest you can get, and we can start earlier if we aren't waiting for you in the morning. You'll be safer here, anyway."

Dream stared silently at him for a moment. Behind the mask, his eyes darted to Techno, who was watching with non-judgmental indifference.

"Okay," he said. "Okay."

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Dream closed the guest room door behind him. It was a quaint little space; the mattress was quite large and comfortable, and sported a quilt. A few aged painting decorated the wall, though they were hard to see by candlelight. The window faced in the direction of Techno's cabin, and he pulled the blinds over it.

He dropped his hood from his head. He unclipped his mask and set it on the nightstand. He has never felt so vulnerable and exposed within four walls. He has never felt so safe.

[dudadragneel]

Hey guys! It's me!

How are you?

Here's another original (that might've been a request or not....) fic for you guys!

I hope you enjoy 💜

(the title idea is a courtesy of @tafeekafee 💜)

I HATE TO ADMIT IT

SKZ Code was a fun content to shoot, it was work either way but at least they had fun. However that didn't mean they weren't tired sometimes when they had to record it and it also didn't mean they didn't suffer, like when Felix almost boiled inside a sauna.

This time they were driving to a rented house, after recording the first segment, on the countryside of Korea and split into two teams in separate cars: Lee Know, Felix, I.N and Hyunjin & Bangchan, Changbin, Han and Seungmin.

In Chan's car, he volunteered to be the driver and Lee Know in the other. The ride to the house wasn't supposed to be long, since it was located at a place not so far from where they departed. But things weren't gonna go smoothly.

A FEW HOURS BEFORE

Chan had woken up tired, which is normal given his position as leader and producer and how their schedules were far from being healthy ones, but this time he was way more tired than usual. He went to bed early and slept some good 8 hours straight, a given in his case, but he woke up feeling like he had pulled an all nighter.

His body was immensely tired and heavy, he was seriously believing he wouldn't be able to get up from the bed. But he needed to, there was no escaping their schedule, unless it was something really serious, which didn't seem to be the case.

He managed to sit up on the bed and contemplated for a while, every fiber of his being was telling him to stay home and rest but he didn't have much of a choice.

He just sat there, mind racing with countless thoughts and that heavy feeling all over his body.

A knock on the door broke his trance and brought him back to earth.

- Hyung? Are you up?

- Yes. I'll be out in a minute.

That familiar voice belonged to Seungmin who had gotten up early and decided that his mission would be waking up the others.

The leader continued to contemplate his life decisions for a few seconds before he forced himself out of the bed to have breakfast and get ready to leave.

Something deep inside his mind told him today wasn't going to be easy.

After eating breakfast and getting ready, the kids left to go record another episode of SKZ Code and while some were excited, Chan was worrying about what might happen to him.

BACK TO THE CAR

Han and Seungmin were in the back chatting and eating some snacks they got on the way to the house while Changbin was on the passenger's seat next to Chan.

The leader was smiling and let out a laugh every once in a while at the kids's antics.

Everything seemed to be going well, or so he thought.

That weird feeling of exhaustion he felt earlier at the dorm, had worsened a bit while recording and now it reached a level of being almost unbearable.

The chatting inside the car went from being enjoyable to annoying his increasingly worse headache. He didn't want to ask the boys to keep quiet so he was content with only turning down the music, which was a mistake on his part as it caught the boys' attention.

- Hyung? Why did you turn down the music?

Changbin said with a cute face and pouting at him.

Chan couldn't help but chuckle a bit at his dongsaeng's cuteness but decided to answer without revealing much.

- Sorry, my head is hurting a bit, that's all.

- Are you okay?

Han asked getting up from his seat so that he could get close to the older ones along with Seungmin.

- Yes. It's just a mild headache, don't worry.

- Okay.

Han answered going back to his seat and getting comfortable again.

- Sorry, hyung. Let's keep it down boys.

Changbin said looking at the others.

But what Chan said was a complete lie. He wasn't fine, it wasn't just a mild headache. His whole body was feeling heavy, since morning, and now to top it off there was a headache and a feeling of nausea building up in his stomach, at a rate faster than he'd hoped.

The road to the house seemed to have gotten long in the past few minutes and the pavement wasn't in its best conditions, there were wholes all around which was making it rather bumpy and that was the worst combo for Chan's headache and nausea.

At each bump, the car would jump a little and Chan's stomach was doing the same, everything he ate for breakfast and during recording was jumping around and turning inside of him, like a washing machine.

A certain turn on the road made the car hit a big bump and jump harder than before and if Felix was in that car, they'd be worried sick for his back because it would definitely had hurt. That movement earned painful "ow"s from everyone inside that car and Chan started to feel that it might've just been the last straw for him.

- Sorry guys, I didn't see it.

He said with a pained smile looking at the backseat from the rear view mirror and then at Changbin.

- It's okay, hyung. But this road is awful. How much longer until we reach the house?

- Not long, I hope.

Chan said with the same pained smile that quickly turned into a frown when he felt an air bubble coming up his throat. He muffled the upcoming burp but it left a foul acid taste in his mouth and that started to trigger everything.

While still trying to focus on the road, his stomach was now swirling around and he could feel it doing so, as if it was a bag full of liquid spinning around and making an awful gurgling sound.

He was almost sure the boys could hear it over their chatting.

Another air bubble made its way up but surprisingly, or not, it brought a bit of reflux as well, which caught him off guard. He brought a hand to his mouth to muffle the burp and when he felt the reflux he quickly suppressed a gag. Crisis averted, or so he thought because he didn't notice that the expression he made wasn't subtle at all.

- Hyung? Are you okay?

- Hm? Y-yes. It's just some reflux, I guess.

- Do you want some water?

- No, it's okay.

He did want water to get rid of the taste in his mouth but he knew that drinking it right now would be the worst idea.

Unfortunately, that gag was in fact the last straw because after it, his stomach was in complete turmoil, all the food sloshing around making him feel miserable and the nausea increasingly worse.

Out of instinct he brought a hand to his stomach pressing a bit and then rubbing it, trying to ease the growing discomfort.

But it wasn't helping and it definitely wasn't going to get better.

His whole body started signaling that things were gonna get bad pretty soon. A cold sweat took over him, he felt hot and cold at the same time, there was sweat dripping down his back.

He couldn't see it but he was sure the color had completely drained from his face and he'd guess his complexion was pale with dark circles under his eyes.

His breath was a bit shaky as well and he tried to control it but wasn't being successful.

Then his stomach cramped and started churning as well, the nausea hitting an unbearable level.

It wasn't a matter of "if" he was gonna throw up but "when".

And his stomach answered that impending question quite quickly.

A harsh cramp made it contract and send liquid up his chest, he could feel it coming but he was driving, he couldn't stop now.

When he felt it at his throat he started to swallow convulsively and clenched the steering wheel for dear life, he couldn't risk throwing up right now so he tried his best to keep on swallowing and he did it until his mouth was red and numb and his eyes were watery.

The feeling of relieve that washed over him when he managed to swallow it down was soon taken over by a strong feeling of dread. Because he knew he wouldn't be able to hold it in one more time.

His stomach contracted again, once more shooting up its contents, making them rush up his chest and throat. He gagged dryly and covered his mouth to suppress another one and that caught Changbin's attention.

- Hyung? What's wrong?

He asked with a voice full of worry turning to face his leader.

Chan couldn't really answer, he was afraid that if he opened his mouth he was gonna throw up, somehow he was holding onto to a last thin thread of hope that he wouldn't.

But he knew that wouldn't be the case and he would put their lives in danger if he insisted on driving while feeling sick like this.

And before he could even try to say something, his body spoke for him.

Chan still had his mouth covered when another gag broke through him and this time he couldn't stop it, he felt his mouth fill with vomit.

Thankfully Changbin was quick to react and grabbed his jacket that was on his lap and placed it under Chan's mouth just in time for the vomit to escape though his fingers soiling the piece of clothing.

- Oh my god, hyung. Stop the car.

Changbin said grabbing the steering wheel as well and guiding the car to a shoulder that, thankfully was only a few meters away.

As soon as the car came to a stop, Chan opened the door and leaned forward as a thick stream of partially digested food gushed out of him, hitting the ground with a sickening sound and unfortunately getting a bit on the door frame as well.

Changbin got out of his seat and made his way to the older boy, while Han and Seungmin just watched in shock.

- Aigoo, hyung. What's going on?

- I don't know...

Chan answered with a raspy voice and getting out of the car.

- I wasn't fe-

He tried to elaborate but was cut off by a gag that brought up more stomach content, hurting his throat in the process.

- Woah. Take it easy hyung.

Changbin said rubbing Chan's back as he proceeded to puke his breakfast and lunch onto the pavement.

- I'm sorry... I wasn't fe- I wasn't feeling well.

- Since when?

- Since morning. I woke up feeling strange, like, too tired.

- Why didn't you tell us?

- I didn't want to worry you guys or affect the shooting.

- Don't do that again, hyung.

- Okay-

Another harsh gag made him bend over again as another bout of vomit mixed with the putrid puddle on the ground.

- Aigoo~ that's it, hyung, get everything out.

Changbin reassured still rubbing Chan's back as his stomach continued to empty itself.

The two younger ones decided to call Lee Know to explain the situation while Changbin took care of Chan.

- Hyung, we just called Lee Know-hyung to tell what happened. He said he'll talk to the staff and will be waiting for us at the house.

- Okay. Thank you. Can you get me some water?

Seungmin looked for a water bottle inside his backpack, while Han recoiled a bit.

Seungmin noticed the strange behavior and after giving Changbin the water bottle he turned his attention to Han.

The young rapper had been nursing an annoying stomach ache since the recording and he had told the others about it, so Seungmin knew exactly where this was going.

- Hyung? Are you okay?

- No, I feel sick...I'm think I'm gonna throw up

- Oh.

The vocalist was taken aback for a moment but reacted quickly getting out of the car as well to stay by Han's side.

The sick boy kneeled down and dry heaved a few times before a productive gag brought up the food he ate during recording.

Seungmin kept patting his back and holding his hoodie back to prevent vomit from getting on it.

Han spat out a few times before throwing up again but he felt empty rather quickly.

- Here, drink this. Are you feeling better now?

- Yeah, thanks. My stomach was already hurting and seeing Chan-hyung throwing up didn't help.

He spat out a mouthful of water and got back into the car, trying to get into a comfortable position, given that his stomach was still hurting although he didn't feel nauseous anymore.

On the other side, Chan was still puking his guts out, while Changbin rubbed and patted his back trying to help his hyung.

- That's it, hyung. You're doing good.

A wet burp brought another wave of vomit making him sway forward but Changbin steadied him and guided him to kneel down.

- Damn it.

Chan cursed under his breath and then broke into a coughing fit that triggered his stomach again which now brought up stomach juice and a few pieces of food.

- Hyung, you'll hurt your throat if you keep this up. Why don't you lean back a bit and try to take deep breaths?

Chan sat down on the floor, leaning his back on the car and taking a few deep breaths. It worked, the nausea was still there but he wasn't feeling the urge to vomit, or at least not as strong as before.

- Here, drink some water.

- Thanks. I'm sorry for soiling your jacket.

- Oh don't worry about it. I can wash it later or you can give me another one.

Changbin joked, earning a chuckle from his leader.

A light breeze blew for a few minutes and Chan took that moment to try to calm himself down. He really wanted to lie down on a comfy bed but he didn't want to get inside the car when the probability of him vomiting again was still a bit high.

After a few minutes, the nausea hit a bearable level, bearable enough to last the rest of the trip to the house.

- Do you think you're good to go?

- Yeah. Can you help me up?

- Sure.

Changbin helped Chan stand up and waited a few seconds to see if the oldest would feel dizzy or sick again.

- You good?

- Yes. Let's go. Han also needs to rest.

Chan heard his first stray kid being sick at the same time as him so he knew the boy also wanted to rest. A long drive wouldn't do good for neither of them.

Changbin would be the one driving, while Chan would try to keep everything under control for the remaining minutes to the house.

Halfway through the drive, Chan started to feel nauseous again and Changbin noticed because the oldest was fidgeting in his seat and clenching his fists.

- Feeling sick again, hyung?

- yeah...a little.

- You can hold my hand if that'll make you feel a little more comfortable. Plus it feels weird if I don't hold something while driving.

- Thanks.

Chan did accept the offer, why try dealing with that alone when he had his dongsaeng there to help him?

Thankfully the rest of the ride had Chan controlling the urge and squeezing Changbin's hand from time to time but no other vomiting episode.

As soon as they arrived, he went straight into the bathroom and then directly to bed.

Since Lee Know and the others arrived earlier, they talked with the staff about Chan's condition and decided to have him sit out the rest of the recording and told him he could join them later if he felt better, but if not, there wouldn't be a problem.

While in other situations, the boys would test his patience during recording, they knew when to take things seriously. So they took turns to check on him between breaks and made sure to not make too much noise, without succeeding 100%.

Chan managed to rest, even though he could hear the ruckus downstairs.

Even if he was tired and sick, seeing the kids have fun always made him feel happy.

[sugar-softies]

It had all started the day Noah accidentally shrank Theo’s gym clothes in the wash.

“It’s no big deal, I’ll just skip today.” Theo stretched and yawned. 

“Fuck, are you sure?” Noah bit his lip. “I could run out and get you some shorts or something from Wal-mart?”

“It’s my fault for only having the one set anyway,” Theo said. “Besides, I’ve been tired lately. Maybe this is just the rest day I needed.”

“Yeah, maybe.” Noah still looked upset with himself until Theo cupped his cheek in one hand and pulled him in to kiss his forehead. 

It hadn’t seemed like much, one little mishap with the laundry and Theo deciding to take a day off. Of course, then he forgot to go buy new gym clothes the next day, and he felt like relaxing again the day after that, and the day after that, and then forgot again…

Noah would have been beating himself up if Theo didn’t seem to be enjoying his rest. His boyfriend used to spend hours keeping busy: working out at the gym, walking their dog, doing chores around the house, not to mention the insane hours he put in at his job. Most nights he’d collapse into bed exhausted, but cutting the gym out of the mix had given him a little more time to sleep in and have energy for the day.

“It’s weird having you here for dinner…” Noah chuckled as he filled Theo’s plate.

“Is it?” Theo frowned. “That… can’t feel good. I’m sorry, babe.”

“It’s fine, I know you’re busy.” Noah slid into Theo’s lap and kissed his cheek. “Still nice to have you here now though.”

“I’ll try to come home a little earlier.” Noah took a bite and groaned happily. “Especially now that I know I’ve been missing out on your cooking this whole time! Did you go to culinary school in secret or something?”

Noah laughed and blushed, cuddling close and shaking his head. 

As promised, Theo started cutting back on the work hours too, coming home earlier instead of sticking around to cover for others and please a demanding manager. 

… then he started going in later too.

And calling out.

“Didn’t you have work today?” Noah slipped on his shoes while their excitable dog, Cakepop, jumped excitedly at the sight of his leash.

“I called out sick.” Theo paused his game to give Noah his full attention, setting the controller aside so he could open a bag of chips. “Last night was really rough and when I woke up I just didn’t really have it in me to go in. Thought I might cry honestly.”

“Oh…” Noah’s heart clenched with concern. “Well, I’m proud of you for taking care of yourself.”

“I don’t really know what I’m going to do all day,” Theo admitted. “I mean, there’s some chores to catch up on but those shouldn’t take long.”

“I’m sure you’ll find something, you always do.” Noah kissed his forehead before heading out with Cakepop.

When he came home some twenty minutes later, Theo was still gaming. 

He kept gaming through lunch, and through dinner, though he didn’t miss out on Noah’s cooking since he brought the meals out to him. 

Noah curled up against Theo happily with a pint of ice cream, watching him clear another level. His heart fluttered as he realized Theo had never gotten dressed today, and was still in pjs. It felt nice knowing his overworked partner had gotten to relax today. 

“Dessert?” he offered, showing Theo two plastic spoons. 

“Ahhh-” Theo playfully opened his mouth so he didn’t have to put his controller down, and Noah laughed and fed him a spoonful. 

That’s when it really started.

Because, Noah noticed that Theo’s shirt was hugging his middle a little tighter than normal, and he’d been real careful with the laundry ever since the gym clothes incident (hey, had Theo ever gotten new gym clothes?) so he knew it hadn’t shrunk. 

When he thought about it, Theo hadn’t been nearly as active as usual lately, and he’d actually been around for meals. Noah’s cheeks warmed as he realized he really liked the idea of this trend continuing, and he scooped another spoonful of ice cream and offered it to Theo.

He kept going, curious to see if Theo would ever ask him to stop, his heart pounding harder and harder as he saw more and more of the bottom of the container. Eventually he’d scraped the sides for all they were worth and Theo was leaning back with his feet on the table, his stomach obviously rounded out.

Theo burped. “Whoa, ‘scuse me. Think I overdid it on the dessert.”

“... I don’t think you did.” Noah reached out hesitantly and began to rub Theo’s stomach. “I think… you could even have a little more…”

And that brought them to today.

Noah hummed happily as he flipped another pancake onto the stack, filling up a plate and drowning it with syrup before putting it onto a breakfast tray. 

Then he put the breakfast tray onto a cart that already had three similar breakfast trays on it, all of them full to the brim. 

It was really well past noon, but Theo liked to sleep in. They’d both realized it pretty quickly when they started indulging his restful side. Noah had brought home some memory foam pillows and a new comforter and Theo had kissed him silly for it. 

Theo was currently cuddled up to those pillows as Noah rolled in the cart, but thanks to the hot weather the blanket was pushed down by his feet, giving Noah the perfect view of Theo’s body.

What had once been toned arms were now round with dimples at the elbow and wrists, pecs had become breasts about as big as Noah’s head, near abs had become a whale of a gut that looked beautiful resting on the mattress as Theo slept on his side. 

Noah bit his lip as he took a moment to admire him before grabbing a muffin and waving it under Theo’s nose.

Theo gave a bit of a snort as he woke, smiling sleepily as he recognized the smell and immediately opening his mouth.

“Good morning.” Noah fed him the muffin, marveling at how quickly it vanished. “Bed day or up day?”

“Bed day for sure,” Theo purred as he stretched luxuriously, already opening his mouth for more. 

Noah giggled and took a seat on the edge of the bed, keeping the cart close so he could steadily feed Theo until every crumb was gone. 

“Remember when you first got a little chubby and I called you my teddy bear?” he rubbed Theo’s swollen belly with both hands. “You’re more like one of those grizzly bears now.”

“Oh, like the ones on twitter? The fattest bear competition?” Theo laughed. “Man… that’s the life. Just worrying about getting fat and sleeping all winter…”

“You say that like that isn’t your life now,” Noah teased.

“Heh, true.” Theo started playing with his belly, admiring his fat rolls. 

“Time for shake?” Noah asked excitedly. 

“No time to digest even?” Theo pretended to complain. 

“The more we stretch your stomach the more food you can eat later,” Noah reminded him in a sultry tone.

“Alright, guess I’ll buckle up and try then.” Theo tried to take a deep breath, his full belly already weighing heavily on his lungs.

One day, for some reason, Noah found himself making the weight gain shake first. 

He wasn’t sure why he started it before breakfast, but figured he might as well give it to Theo first so he could sleep it off and wake up with more room for food. He knew that as much as he liked filling up, he also liked being able to enjoy the taste of food, and that could be hard to do when all you could think about is how full you are. 

He grabbed the funnel and headed back to their bedroom, and seeing Theo asleep on the bed he suddenly remembered why he’d been so eager to do the shake first.

“Sleep feeding?” Noah laughed. “I don’t think it works that way.”

“Of course it doesn’t,” Theo chuckled. “It’s just smut, but it’s pretty hot still.”

“It is…” Noah must have been eyeing Theo hungrily because Theo grinned and nodded.

“Well, if you ever wanna try it, I do like my sleep..”

Noah eyed his boyfriend’s stomach as it rose and fell with breath. He gulped as he brought the tube over to Theo’s mouth. 

He had to be careful, he didn’t want him to accidentally choke or anything, or get the bed messy. Of course, in the end, he didn’t have either of those problems, because as soon as the tube hit Theo’s mouth, Theo’s mouth clasped around it and he started sucking. 

“Oh man-” Noah turned bright red, and quickly started pouring shake into the funnel. 

He lost track of how many times he filled that funnel, all he knew is that Theo kept sucking it down greedily. His knees were going weak from the sight of it, and he felt honestly so happy that he was able to give his boyfriend the ultimate restful experience. 

“You never have to leave this bed again, I swear,” he whimpered, which seemed to make Theo stir.

Theo’s eyelids fluttered open, and for a second there was confusion in his eyes, then a wince, then he looked over to Noah and smiled, a little bit of shake leaking from the corner of his mouth.

Theo only paused in his gulping as he rocked side to side, eventually managing to flop onto one side, and then onto his hands and knees. His stomach was pushing his arms and legs apart and weighed heavily on the bed, it was clear he was having trouble holding himself up but he still lifted a hand to grab the feeding tube and keep it in place as he started gulping shake down twice as fast. 

“You’re doing such a good job,” Noah gasped out praise. “You’re going to get so big… fuck you’re going to get enormous. You already are enormous! I can’t even remember the last time you got dressed, we probably don’t even have anything that fits you anymore. Keep going.”

He went until he ran out of shake, and had to stifle a moan as Theo kept sucking hard on the tube anyway, looking like he was in a sort of trance. 

It took Theo a second to realize there wasn’t anymore shake coming his way, but once he did he let his arm quickly fall to help support himself and gasped, tongue lolling out of his mouth.

“God I feel like a hog,” he wheezed out around a burp. “Dunno if I can even…” he wiggled side to side again, hands and knees moving centimeters closer to the edge of the bed before his arms gave out and he simply flopped onto his belly. “Yeah, I think m’stuck here until I digest… that was so good.”

Noah immediately crawled into bed with him, excited by how little space was left for him. “You should get some more sleep,” he decided.

“Yeah? That’s really okay?” Theo yawned. “You sure you don’t need anything?”

“I need you to rest, and be ready for round two.” Noah sucked a breath in through his teeth and grabbed a rough handful of Theo’s belly. “And round three, and four, and five.”

[timeoverload]

I didn't feel good when I woke up as usual. I'm just sore and I felt really sad earlier. I don't want to spend most of the weekend in the house again.

I got up and went to the doctor even though I really didn't want to. It went ok for the most part. I think I like my new provider more than the other lady I was seeing. She seemed to be more thorough and more empathetic. She felt my ribs and they are definitely tender on the left side but she didn't think there was anything seriously wrong with them. My lungs sound fine. She just told me to let her know if I have any more problems. My vitals were good and she thinks I'm healthy. I had to get blood drawn and the nurse was having a hard time with that. Normally I have no problem giving a blood sample but I think I'm dehydrated. I'm nervous about the results but I won't find out until Monday. I will try not to worry about it. I am back down to 106lbs. so I'm frustrated about that. I talked to her about my problem with soda and she wasn't really concerned about it. She just told me to drink lots of water and I do most of the time. She also didn't give me a lecture about vaping because she knows that doesn't do any good. She knows I'm not proud of that and she is understanding. She said that she can help whenever I decide to quit but she wasn't pushy. I have to get a couple vaccinations next time I go so that will be fun. My mom didn't believe in the cervical cancer vaccine so she didn't let me get one when I was a teenager so I'm going to have that done. I thought I was too old for that but I still have 16 years. I might have to pay for it out of pocket because insurance might not cover it but it's ok. I also am about due for a tetanus shot so I am going to get that taken care of too. I still have 2 years but I would rather get it early since I work with a lot of metal. I told her I don't want to increase my medication because I know that's not going to solve any of the issues that I'm having at this point. I think I'm pretty stable, despite the circumstances I'm currently in. I don't have to go back until December unless I have more problems before then.

I didn't want to go straight home after I got done at the doctor so I went for a drive. I drove through our old neighborhood again. I don't know why I bother doing that because it makes me cry. It is just very pretty out there in the summer. I don't think I will do that for a while because I don't like getting emotional about it. I think crying helped me feel a little better though.

I don't know what I'm going to do with the rest of my day. I want to take a nap but I don't want to sleep all day either. I went to bed at 9:30 last night. It was nice to get off work early but I was too tired to enjoy my time much. I guess I'm going to find something to do now. I don't really feel like being on tumblr at the moment. Hopefully I can make it a good weekend.

I hope everyone else has a good weekend too. 💖💖💖

[heyyallitsbethfanfic]

Pink Lemonade

(Notes: Woah there buckaroo- this here is a fic intended for those ages 18 and up. What does that mean? It means that there will be naughty words and even naughtier actions. There are things in here that will not fly in your typical christian fic. You have been warned, enter at your risk.

Fic Specific Notes: For the sake of this work of fanfiction, everyone in the story is written to be 18 or above, and UA is a college. )

 An alarm blaring woke Izuku up from a restless slumber. He had gotten up earlier than the rest of his class for the longest time, long before he had arrived at U.A. He had to maintain his training will All Might, to become a vessel worthy of being the Ninth Holder of One for All. But right now, he had no desire greater than to simply curl up into a ball and return to his bed. He had been showing significant progress in his exercises. He was not built like All Might, but he was built nonetheless. And something inside him was eating him away like there was insects under his skin. Every time he looked in the mirror, it was as if he was facing a greater villain than he had when he had tackled Stain. 

Izuku’s tired eyes met the mirror again. He knew he needed to get dressed. Even if he wasn’t directly training with All Might today, he needed to get to the gym and maintain his workout schedule. It took his mind off of things at the least. Izuku threw on some basic black shorts, and a shirt that read ‘Work Out Shirt’, which he supposed was actually accurate.

He hadn’t expected to meet anyone on the way to the gym, but as he groggily approached the gym, he bumped into something… soft. Both he and whatever he bumped into had an arrangement with the pavement.

“Owwwwwww- oh! Hey Zuzu, good mornin!”

The muffled groan quickly transitioned into a pleasant, perky voice.

“Oof- Sorry Ashido, I wasn’t looking where I was going….” 

“Zuzu, you can call me Mina, we’re friends after all!”

She practically bounced up and offered Izuku a hand getting up.

“I wasn’t lookin where I was goin either, so I suppose we’re both to blame.”

She beamed a smile, and Izuku accepted her hand, and got up. Neither Izuku or Mina pulled out of the other’s grasp for a pregnant pause. Izuku realized he had been holding Mina’s hand for too long, and went a bright crimson red, matching Kirishima’s hair dye. He pulled his hand away.

His eyes scanned Mina, she was wearing a very similar outfit to him, same black shorts and white shirt, except with a sports brand logo instead of gimmick text. It was slightly too big for her and it showed off a basic black sports bra beneath.

“So whatcha doin up early?”

“Oh- uh, I wake up around this time every day, I’ve been doing training over in the gym, and before we moved into the dorms, I usually would go for a run.”

“Oooooooooooo- I usually do some yoga and stretches, but going for a run is probably a good idea. Need to maintain this flexibility after all-”

She quickly kicked her leg above her head, and caught it with her hand.

“Mind if I join ya Zuzu?”

Y-yes! Sounds great haha-” 

Izuku stammered and waved his hands, before trying to maintain composure at the thought of hanging out with a girl.

“Heh- You just had the thought of me hot and sweaty didntcha?”

Izuku stumbled and fell as if he had bumped into Mina again.

“Hahahahaha- I guess I know the answer now.”

She grabbed his hand and pulled him back up, looking down at him with a bright smile.

Izuku was glad that even if she was teasing, Mina was here to help him out of his depressive episode.

…

“Fuckin- heck… Zuzu if you wanted to see me sweaty you got your wish”

Mina had made it about a quarter of Izuku’s normal run distance before she pulled him aside onto a bench so she could take a breather. She was sweating bullets, her top had been nearly entirely soaked through. Izuku did his best not to stare. He knew that with a girl like Mina, he’d never hear the end of the teasing.

“S-sorry Mina… It’s an intense workout routine. H-here, take this.”

Izuku passed her a water bottle. Mina took one short swig and then promptly squeezed the bottle over her head, spraying water over herself.

“Mi-MINA?!”

“... That was a much dumber idea than I thought. I just wanted to cool myself off-”

She shook her head in a manner similar to a dog, shaking water off- and onto Izuku. 

“Sorry if I splashed ya a bit there Zuzu.”

“I-it’s no problem, I brought you out here… But um. Mina… Your shirt-”

Mina’s shirt had been entirely soaked through, fusing her top and sports bra beneath. The cheap white fabric went see-through, leaving nothing to the imagination. 

Mina’s face flushed, which Izuku needed to suppress a giggle at, as she simply got more pink.

“Wow Zuzu- you perv you’re staring at me all hot and wet like this-”

“I-IT’S NOT LIKE THAT-”

“Hehehehe, I’m jokin I’m jokin- you’re just too cute when you’re flustered-”

“C-cute?”

A new sensation washed over Izuku. He’d been called handsome by a few of his classmates, and manly by others, but those always caused a twinge of… sadness. This was. Something else. This was pure euphoria.

“Yea Zuzu, you’re cute. If we gotcha in somethin cute, you’d fit into our girl’s club no issue!”

“D-do you really think so?”

“Hmm? Zuzu-”

“I mean- I know it’s possible. We trained with Tiger and the rest of the PussyCats, but it’s fairly common knowledge about his transition, and he’s still a great pro hero whose loved by countless people. Maybe I could be the same. Oh man this is something I hadn’t even thought of.”

Izuku rambled out quickly, putting pieces together in her brain.

“Woah woah woah, slow your roll there Zuzu. I think I caught, ‘trained, pussy, and transition’ in there-”

“Oh um. Sorry. I’ve just been um. Working things out in my head…”

Izuku could swear he saw a loading bubble appear next to Mina’s head. And then she dinged.

“OH! I see! Wanna be a girl Zuzu?”

“A-am I allowed?”

“Of course! All the girls are sweeties, you should know, you’ve probably been sleepin with all of them other than poor lil ol me-”

She teased her with a mock pout.

“MINA!!!!”

“Heheh. You’re such a cinnamon roll Zuzu. So cute. Even cuter as a girl-”

“W-wait I haven’t even changed anything-”

“Still cuter. Look atcha.”

Mina pinched Izuku’s cheeks and then played with her face in her hands. 

“We should get to the locker rooms, I need to get changed, and so do you- I got some spare stuff you should try-”

…

Very few of her classmates were awake at the moment, but Izuku was flush red at Mina, still soaking wet, physically dragging them into the dorms, past Shinso and Denki with wide eyes. Denki pouring a glass of juice for himself managed to overfill his glass uncaring, as he watched Mina pull Izuku into the girl’s locker room. Shinso had dropped his coffee cup clean on the floor, only getting out of his shock with the sound of the mug breaking.

“... I liked that mug.”

“I’m just shocked. I would’ve expected Izu to end up with like. Ochaco or that Melissa girl he was with before.”

“Personally my bet was always Jiro.”

“Oooooo going for the sleeper pick. I can see it Shinso.”

“Shame, if no girl acted by the end of this year, I would’ve done it myself.”

Denki looked at Shinso with a smirk.

“Oh bisexual too? Based.”

Shinso looked back at Denki with a warm smile, which nearly killed the poor boy, not used to seeing the emo like this.

…

“Mina- I- I can’t be in here you know that-”

Izuku was a mess covering her eyes.

“Nope, you’re a girl, you’re allowed in here, besides we gotta get you all dolled up!”

Mina stripped off her wet clothes and a devilish grin crossed her face.

“Hey Zuzu- you’re good to open your eyes.”

She smirked as she watched the new girl slowly open their eyes and slowly look over her body. It took a moment before Izuku fully took in the sight before her, and she promptly screamed.

“M-MINA! Y-YOU’RE NOT DECENT-”

“I know right? I’m not Momo, but I’d say I’m more big than average, or decent if you prefer that word~”

Mina was having too much fun with the poor girl, who nearly fainted. Mina finished laughing to herself before continuing.

“Alright Zuzu, it’s your turn. You’re a girl now and I gotta help ya!”

“H-help?”

“Well I gave ya that show since you’re gonna need to strip for me- We gotta get you showered and shaved before we getcha in these-”

Mina presented a pair of pink lace panties to the girl, who then fainted for real.

…

“F-father above Midoriya…”

Mina’s eyes went wide at the sight before her. She knew Izuku was ripped before today, too many times had her shirt been torn off while fighting, but oh boy. That did NOT compare to what came on the bottom half.

“I think the boys are jealous that there’s a girl bigger than all of them-”

Mina’s face was a mix of nervousness, and… Izuku hoped it wasn’t lust. Well. Part of her hoped it was lust.

“Alright so, we’re gonna be using my products, gotta condition that hair of yours. It’s curly like mine so it should go perfectly-”

“A-are you sure that’s alright?”

“No worries, I got loads of this stuff imported. Not many curly haired freaks like us in Japan.”

Mina giggled as her and Izuku slowly settled into being comfortable in the showers together.

Mina’s hands were gentle as she shampooed Izuku’s curls, it was like a massage to the head.

“I see you get bad tangles too- I know a perfect brand of brush that works for our curls…”

Izuku was so genuinely happy to hear Mina talk so happily about stuff like this. And that she could learn it. And above all, she was glad Mina was here to be a friend to her when she needed it.

Izuku shuddered at Mina’s touch as the cool shaving cream was spread onto her. Mina smirked as she lingered extra long over Izuku’s delicates, bringing the poor girl back to her blush.

“Glad I can still tease ya with no issue~”

Mina softly treated Izuku, showing how to properly shave on one leg, before Izuku followed their instructions on the other. Before long, the two of them had rid Izuku of all their body hair, and Izuku was only slightly more scarred than before. Razors suck. 

They rinsed off, and towelled themselves off, Mina showing how to wrap the towel ‘like a girl’ around Izuku’s body.

And then as they exited the showers they walked into a locker room full of all the girls.

“Well…” Mina started

“Shit.” Izuku finished.

[uknowyato]

Hatori Yoshiyuki no baai volume 1: chapter 2

This is a repost from my old blog. Old chapters will be coming every Thursday until I catch up. Please enjoy.

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Masterlist: {01 | 02}

He didn’t want to go to work.

That was his first thought when he woke up in the morning. In the beginning of the week, Hatori felt unmotivated just like any other adult. Nevertheless, he had duties and responsibility, so he headed out for work.

It had been a long while since Hatori had spent the weekend like a normal couple would. Well, you could even say it was the first time they ever spent time like a normal couple.

We weren’t even disturbed by Yanase, which was unusual.

He stayed over at Yoshino's house on Friday night. They went to the grocery store on Saturday and he made Yoshino help prepare the meals. Then they stayed at home catching up with a TV series they recorded.

A delivery man came at noon, which was a surprise to him. Yoshino had ordered a cake from this popular bakery, Buche de Noel. Which meant he had planned this weekend beforehand. He was thrilled that his surprise was a success.

Seeing Hatori who couldn't hide his surprise, Yoshino said as he put on a smug face, “Didn't expect that, did you?”

“I can get things done when I put my mind to it!” in Yoshino’s own words.

To think that Yoshino actually cared about Christmas? And it wasn’t even for his manga’s story plot? Hatori wouldn’t be surprised if hell had frozen over.

If not, then this must be his imagination, or a dream. Although there was no sign that he would be waking up soon, so this must be reality.

It was almost time to finish up his work for the year. As long as there were no major problems, Hatori would be able to kick back and relax on New Years.

This year was definitely a lot more peaceful than usual. So far, none of his work was running late. In other words, Yoshino didn’t have any urgent tasks either. There was still time before the game packaging’s color manuscript’s due date, and the story plot finished up quicker than usual. There were no issues at this point, which only made Hatori worry something bad might happen.

...Thinking negatively won't do me any good though

Yoshino had been working hard, so he was making quite a lot of progress.

Meeting a set deadline should be a given, but when you’ve known him for so long it felt like a miracle. They were both tired of how they were always negative, but keeping their feelings for so long, they were not quite adjusted to being content and happy like now.

Going to the office on Monday felt harder than ever, but that didn’t mean he was going to allow himself to be late. Waking up at the same time each morning, riding the same train, and ploping on his desk before 9 o’clock was how he always operated.

When he walked up the slope heading for the office, he felt someone drawing closer from behind him.

"Good morning!” That lively voice, it must be Henmi from Sales. He slowed down and turned around.

"Good morning."

“Hatori-san, you're always early. Even though everyone else in the editorial department is more chill because of the flexible hours.”

“My head is clearer when I get there earlier.”

His work progressed better in the morning. Maybe because it was easier for him to focus when there was less people and noise around. Besides, if he was going to work the same hours it was better to come early and go home before it was late.

“Oh, by the way, I want to discuss Yoshino’s comics campaign next year, do you have time?”

“Sure, I think I can do that tomorrow morning. But I'll let you know after checking my schedule. Just in case."

He had a thousand things to do, but an hour shouldn’t be a problem. It was better to handle the smaller projects sooner rather than later.

“Thank you! Oh yeah, the book store was very pleased with the autographed illustration that Yoshino drew. Could you thank him for me?"

“That's good to hear. Let me know if you need anything else."

The other day, Yoshino did an illustration for the bookstore exhibition because he couldn't accept the offer to hold an autograph session. He felt awful for not being able to accept the invitation.

"Chiharu Yoshino" often got offers for autograph sessions. However he refused all of them without any exceptions because he didn’t want anyone to know he was actually a man.

He didn't mean to hide that fact at first, but it became more difficult to bring up as he gained popularity. He thought the fans would be accepting if it ever went public, however Yoshino didn’t want to ruin the image his readers had. He wanted the audience to purely enjoy his work without any assumptions.

That was the reason he only did written interviews, and any comments were kept to a bare minimum. In return, he was willing to go to lengths with the bookstore to please fans. No matter how busy he was, Yoshino would always accept.

“I apologize regarding the autograph session the other day.”

"No, don't worry about it. Many writers like to keep to themselves, right? The other day I was forced to fill in a host because they didn’t have enough people at an event. I understand it’s a lot of pressure to appear in front of people.”

As he listened to Henmi, they arrived at the office building. They parted ways at the elevator, and he headed to the upper floors. As expected, there was no one on the comics floor yet. He hung his coat and sat on his desk. He turned on the PC and went through his emails. There were a lot of things that needed to be checked, as per usual.

Why were there so many things that needed urgent confirmation at the end of the week? Things would go a lot smoother if they send it on Friday morning at least. That was what he always thought to himself.

He couldn’t help letting his thoughts wander towards such inane things in the morning. 

Just as we have our circumstances, they have their own.

As much as he was fed up with putting in the three-digit for new emails, he pulled himself together and started to sort through them. Sorting them by subject, he started replying to the ones with the closest deadlines.

He checked for any typos on the obi’s design for the campaign, along with forwarding it to the artist for confirmation. He also had to submit the advertisement design for the manga by the end of the day. That and print out a multiple paged proposal for confirmation. He would also like to finish the circulation request application and begin to put together the synopsis for the manga. 

People think that being an editor was a highly creative job. Of course, that was one aspect of the job, but there was also a lot of negotiation with various departments and detailed paperwork.

The process of clearing away the piles upon piles of work and making it smaller was something he greatly enjoyed. He was always good at working hard, and can work better as long as he can see the results.

“Good morning, Hatori-san.” As he was immersing himself in his work, another editor had come to work. He looked up when he was approached, and saw that it was Onodera Ritsu, the youngest in the Emerald editing department.

“Good morning.”

He had joined the company midway through his career, and was apparently in charge of literature at his previous company. He had no experience in manga editing before coming to Marukawa Shoten, but his diligence and hard work have made him an indispensable member of the editorial department.

He had the title of “the son of Onodera publishing”, but it wasn’t a particularly important piece of information when it came to his work. His connections had nothing to do with his work.

“Today is the day of the magazine line up. I can’t get used to this day no matter how many times it comes. I always end up going to the bookstore on the day it goes on sale.”

“That’s right. I usually go to the bookstore on the day it goes on sale.”

“Wait, you too Hatori-san?”

“Of course. I’m interested in both the sales and the reactions.”

Hatori always felt anxious around the release date of magazines and comics, and he worried about the sales and reputation.

He appreciated the numbers given to him by the sales staff, but he felt a sense of relief when he could actually see them being taken to the checkout counter.

“I thought Hatori-san would have a more calm and composed attitude.”

"That’s not true. Well, I just don’t let it show on my face.”

Hatori had the normal emotional ups and downs like everyone else, but he had a hard time letting them show. Even as a child, he was often told that he was calm for his age, but that was probably because he had the expressive Yoshino by his side.

“Oh, that's right! The manuscript will be submitted as soon as the vacations are over. How is Yoshikawa-sensei's progress going?”

Onodera, who was in charge of progress, must have been worried about Yoshino’s work.

“It seems to be going better than usual. We're at the rough sketch stage.”

“Really? That’s amazing!”

“It’s been okay for now. You can relax, you’ll see what happens in the end.”

The reason he couldn’t let go was because of past experiences. It was only when you let your guard down that things got even worse. The more prepared you were, the less likely you were to panic when the time came.

He believed that Yoshino would come up with good work, and he didn’t believe that he was lying, but he didn’t trust Yoshino’s ability to manage his schedule at all.

“If you’re motivated, you’ll be fine. I’m very excited for the new year!” 

Hatori couldn’t help but feel envious of Onodera’s sincerity to believe so honesty. 

“I can only hope he will meet your expectations,” he said, staring at the calendar on his desk.

“It’s that time already…?” Hatori glanced at the clock on the floor and sighed.

He had planned to leave earlier, but he had been working for just a little longer, and now time had passed.

Hatori felt like he had more extra work to do than on a normal Monday. He was also frustrated by the fact that he couldn't make as much progress as he wanted to because he was busy checking details.

I guess when something good happens, there's always something bound to happen… 

However, there was no end to it if he didn't cut it off at the right time. After reviewing the synopsis of the comic that he had just finished, Hatori decided to send the writer a confirmation email and call it a day.

He checked my unanswered emails, made arrangements for work tomorrow, and was about to shut down his PC when a new email arrived.

“Hmm?”

The email was from Nakahara.

Hatori had contacted her at noon to discuss the problem she was having. She seemed to have been in trouble, but he was able to solve it without as much trouble as he had thought.

Apparently, she was able to draw the storyboard of the piece they solved and sent it to him as soon as she could. The attached file seemed to be the new two pages.

I told her that she could send it to me only after he had finished it… 

He knew it was painful to want to see him right away, but it was important to hold back and think for yourself. If she didn’t, she may become dependent on him.

At the end of the email from Nakahara, she wrote, "I would like you to directly instruct me on my storyboard.”

“Directly, huh…?” There was nothing in particular that he needed to discuss in person, but Hatori wondered if it would be better to see her again before he started work.

There were times when it was more reassuring to say the same words face-to-face.

Hatori had met her twice before, once when he brought her in and another time when she was assigned to him.

At that time, she was shy and didn't say much, but as they talked on the phone and via email, she seemed to relax.

Hatori, who had been pondering how to respond, came back to reality when someone suddenly called out.

“Tori. Are you gonna come to the drinking party the day after tomorrow?”

“Yes, I will.”

The person who called out to Hatori was his coworker Kisa Shouta.

Kisa was older than Hatori, but his small frame and baby face made him look much younger. He was often mistaken for a part-timer by outsiders, but he was a full-time employee.

He was a cheerful and caring person in the Emerald editorial department, and he often helped to ease the tense atmosphere before the publication.

“Then, everyone’s attending. Be at the usual place at seven o'clock. Let me know if you're going to be late.”

“Okay.”

The day after tomorrow was the last day of work, and he was deeply happy to think that this year would soon be over.

Every year, he was so busy with his daily work that the year went by in a flash. Especially in December, the speed of the year was much faster.

“Hey, I know that serious face of yours. Is Yoshikawa-sensei's progress getting worse again?”

“No, his progress has been good so far.”

If Hatori had a problem, then it was inevitable that Yoshino’s situation would be suspected first.

“Seriously, it might actually snow before the end of the year…If it’s not Yoshikawa-sensei, then who is it?” 

It was a horrible thing to say, but since Hatori thought the same thing, he supposed it was a normal reaction.

"It's not that I'm concerned about the progress.”

“Well, what are you so worried about? Tori’s sighing at work, what’s wrong?”

Kisa’s keen eye for observation was astonishing. To be honest, he didn't even realize he was sighing.

You’ve got me there… 

It had been a while since Hatori had been in charge of a rookie, but he never thought he would have to worry about how to interact with an author.

“I'm having a little trouble with the author I'm in charge of now, Nakahara-san."

“Nakahara-san? Oh, you mean the new girl! She's really good at drawing, isn't she? Her prize-winning work was quite easy to read, it seems like she'll be popular if she makes her characters more traditional.”

“I think so too.” That was why he spent so much time on the plot. The story he was working on now was the first one that they were working on together.

In a world where fads came and went, no one knew what kind of work would be successful.

Still, he could use the know-how he had accumulated as an editor to widen the scope of his work and make its merits more visible to readers.

To put it another way, It was the writer's job to forge the jewel and an editor's job was to help polish said jewel. But he couldn’t teach her how to polish it and help her.

“Didn't Takano-san give you the OK for the plot the other day? Aren't you working on the storyboard now?”

Hatori had asked Kisa to read through the plot before it was completed. As the reader changes, so do their thoughts. Opinions from a different perspective were valuable.

“I heard that she was stuck on the storyboard. She has a lot of talent, but she doesn't seem to have confidence in it, so she's having a hard time.”

He couldn’t say for sure without seeing the final product, but at the moment Hatori didn’t see any major problems with the storyboard.

Hatori thought that the panels were a little too detailed, but it depended on the balance of the whole that he would fix. At that point, it was hard to judge.

The parts that were bothering him were things that he could overcome if he thought about it.

It would be easy for Hatori to intervene, but if she let the editor's opinion dictate everything, he would lose track of whose work it was.

“I used to say, "Well, you can't help it in the beginning. I'm often told, ‘The more you fix it, the less you understand it.’ I guess we'll just have to let them finish.”

“I told her that, but she kept asking me to check every second page. I'd give her advice, but it's hard to give partial advice.”

“Oh… that’s tricky… So it's the mental part that needs to be followed up on, right?"

Kisa folded his arms and fell silent with a serious look on his face. He wasn’t sure what to do, but he was sure she would be fine.

Of course, in the end, it was a problem that the writer had to overcome on her own. However, as her editor, there were some aspects that he could support.

What Hatori was worried about was that he may have interfered too much in the beginning, because he wanted to bring out the best in a talent that was still in its infancy.

"Are you sure you're saying it's interesting, or are you just being paranoid about compliments?"

There were times when Hatori felt so insecure that he felt as if every affirmation had an ulterior motive.

In such cases, he tried to make them understand that he was telling them the truth by sharing why he thought it was theoretically interesting or pointing out the parts that weren't so good.

In fact, it was more troublesome to have someone blindly follow you. Hatori didn’t want people to abandon their thinking and leave everything to the editor.

However, Hatori’s recent concern with Nakahara was that this tendency was becoming stronger.

“I've been wondering about that when you asked me to give you firsthand guidance.”

The fact that she wanted to meet with him meant that even though Hatori had tried to tell her over the phone and by e-mail that it would be interesting and that there was nothing to worry about, she still hadn't shaken off her anxiety.

“What? You mean the author asked you to meet her?”

“Yes. I think it might be better to talk to her face-to-face again to ease her nervousness.”

“...Are you sure about that?” Kisa gave him an uneasy look.

“About what?”

“Well, the fact that she asked to see you is a bit of a problem…”

“I'm worried that she's a little dependent on me, but I'm sure she'll calm down once she gets used to me.”

"No. But look, of course if Tori thinks meeting up is a good idea then you should go for it. But, you know, be careful and don’t get too involved.”

He knew what Kisa was worried about when he gave him such advice. To put it bluntly, he wanted to make sure she didn't fall in love with Hatori.

Not that he was being conceited, but it wasn't as if that hadn't happened to him before. He thought Kisa was worried about Hatori because it reminded him of the past.

Most authors keep their work and their private lives separate, but there were some who merge the two.

In the midst of the seriousness and closeness of the relationship between editor and writer, there was a tendency to perceive it as a personal tension.

“I know. Don’t worry, I won’t do anything rash.”

For now, Hatori didn’t plan on seeing her right away because Nakahara's progress wasn’t particularly urgent and there were many other things that were more pressing.

He was sure they would have time to discuss it when the storyboard was finished.

“I hope you're right. Tori is very popular with writers. Every time I go to a party, writers always ask me, ‘Is Hatori-san still single?’ You’re so honest and devoted that it would be deceitful to make them dream that you’re still single~”

“I'm just doing my job.”

Hatori did things differently depending on the type of author, but he didn’t give special treatment to any of the authors he worked with, and he didn’t dare cut corners.

Of course, as people, he didn’t do anything that might upset them. He was drawing a firm line in the sand.

......Except for Yoshino.

In fact, there was no author that took as much time to write as Yoshino. If you asked him, he would deny he was playing favorites. To be exact, he spent extra time with him due to his personal feelings.

Normally, Hatori wouldn’t cook a meal, clean the house, or do the laundry just because an author asked him to.

Of course, as his childhood friend, he was just helping out, but he had never thought of it as his job as an editor.

That was why Hatori made sure to switch it on and off and give Yoshino as much private time as possible.

“That’s just normal.”

“Is there a problem?”

“No, what’s normal for Tori may strike a nerve with a girl.”

“I mean, you've got a lot of older authors who like you.”

“They just think I'm easy to tease and I'm not serious. It's fine if you're like Takano-san, but Tori's serious.”

“What’s wrong with me?”

Just as his name came up in Hatori’s conversation with Kisa, Masamune Takano, who had just returned from a meeting, walked by.

“Ah, welcome back Takano-san.”

“Here's a souvenir. So, what were you talking about with that serious face of yours?"

Masamune Takano was the editor-in-chief of “Monthly Emerald.” Although he was younger than him, he was Hatori’s direct superior.

There was an uproar in many ways when he joined the company.

One of the reasons was that he was a mid-career hire from another company who was selected as the editor-in-chief with great fanfare. But what attracted more attention was his appearance.

It was mainly the female employees who were in an uproar. Surrounded by these women, whose eyes had lit up, they were asked, "Does Takano have a girlfriend? Is he single?” He remembered well how Kisa crawled away from them.

Even now, he seemed to have many fans within the company, and there were several female employees who tried to give him gifts on his birthday and Valentine's Day.

Takano refused all birthday gifts, and on Valentine's Day, he accepted gifts from the entire editorial department, but every year there were a few gifts that looked to be chocolate.

He didn’t keep track of his private life, but he guessed a man like Takano had a certain partner. He must be having a smooth relationship.

His work ethic was nothing short of talent. He was one of the best hit-makers in the company, strict with himself and others, and Hatori had never seen him cut corners.

At his previous company, he had been an editor of a boys' magazine and had no experience with girls' magazines, but he was able to turn around Monthly Emerald, which was on the verge of collapse due to a drastic drop in circulation, within a year.

Everyone acknowledged that the Monthly Emerald of today would not have been possible without Takano. That was why the editorial staff, including himself, were following him.

“I told Tori to watch out for her, because he was popular with writers.”

"What, are you being pursued?”

It seemed that Takano's perception was not so different from Kisa's. Looking at it from the other side, Hatori wondered to himself if he was so naive.

“No, that's not what I meant…”

“I'm not sure yet, but I'm pretty sure he will be. I feel like his guard is looser than before."

“Wait. I'm not so sure about that.” He countered Kisa's assurances with certainty, but he was starting to feel a little unsure.

“Because that's what you want to see at this time of year.”

“By ‘this time of year,’ do you mean Christmas? And it's not like I said she wanted to see me.”

“To be precise, she said, ‘I want you to help me directly’” The nuance was a little different. If she was more concerned about the event, she would have approached him earlier.

"Is it like asking for direct guidance? In fact, I wanted you to ask me to meet with you, but it didn't work out, so you asked me yourself.”

“I think that's too much of a guess…”

Perhaps because of Hatori’s profession, the editor of a girl's magazine had a slow imagination when it came to this kind of topic. The reason he couldn’t just laugh it off as overthinking was that Kisa's suspicions were highly accurate.

“Tori, you're very popular with serious and reserved girls, aren't you? Many of the girls who go for Takano-san are fans, but in Tori's case, there are a lot of serious girls.”

"That’s true.” He was at a loss for words to reply when Takano so bluntly affirmed.

“So, who asked you to meet up?"

“…The new rookie I’m in charge of, Nakahara-san.” 

“Oh, that's her. She used to be shy, but she's grown quite fond of Hatori, hasn't she? I mean, you just finished the plot the other day. What do you do for immediate guidance?”

“It seems that the storyboard is not going well, and she's getting impatient. At the moment, it's about a third of the way through…”

“Yes. I think it’s a bit too frequent.” 

“To be honest, I’m worried too.”

“What?”

“You seemed to be in touch with her a lot. You've been answering the phone with a despondent face, and I've been wondering about it.”

When he was on his desk and answering the phone, it was easy to guess who they were talking to. Takano, the chief editor, seemed to be concerned about Hatori’s situation.

To be honest, he wasn't without his concerns, but Hatori didn't expect him to be that concerned about him. He may be in a more precarious situation than he realized.

It was his belief that when he was in charge of something, Hatori should put all his effort into it. However, if that caused misunderstandings, then he needed to reconsider how he interacted with them.

"I'm sorry to have caused you so much concern.”

“No, it's my fault for assigning her to you. I should have been a little more discerning of the type. If Kisa is right, you might want to take over as soon as possible.”

“...You’re right.” It was true that it was harder to do things when there were feelings that were non-work related. It may be necessary to take her feelings into consideration.

It was very possible that she was just respecting him as her first editor.

“Well, there's no point in mulling it over. Now is not the time. I'll just have to accept it.”

“I’m sorry for the inconvenience.” 

“It pains me to be bothering you with something outside of work. It's my own inadequacies that make me worry.”

“It's not your place to apologize. There’s nothing for you to apologize for, but since we're going to make something good, I hope it goes well.”

“Yes.”

Hatori surrendered to Takano's encouragement. Hatori told himself that the only thing he could do was to do his best to produce the best product.

Edit- 05/14/2024: Added the illustration

[mcrmadness]

I tried to google about spring tiredness (in Finnish), why is every article about being burnout and related to work, and not about the phenomenon itself??? Like, I just wanted to know if spring tiredness as a term (well it's one in Finnish at least) means excessive tiredness in general and whether it has something to do with seasons etc. or not, but everything is about "this is why you might be tired at work during spring" - NOT WHAT I WAS ASKING ABOUT???

This is more like a chronic jetlag. I know it takes time for a body and brain to get used to the changes of a sleeping schedule, but I also know my own circadian rhythm is not normal. My sleep phase is delayed, and my day has more than 24 hours in it. I would say 30h is closer to the amount of hours in my inner clock.

But at this point this is getting ridiculous. It feels like my inner clock would be partially broken and only has 12 hours now. It's not the first time this has happened, but it's hella annoying when it feels like my body does not stop producing melatonin at all. It's like having melatonin high 24/7, my whole body is shaky and my muscles feel SO WEAK because of that. And I know I'm not sick or anything like that, because this is how I feel when I have stayed up for 24 hours too, and this time I haven't.

This is now the third day in a row. I have slept at night, I wake up around 8am, I become really tired at 10am, afternoon is the worst, just wanna have a nad at 5pm and then can't wait for it to be late enough so that I can go to sleep because if I go to bed too early, then I will wake up even earlier and will be even sleepier and drowsier the next day.

I woke up after 8am today and I have been awake for 2 hours and I already feel so exhausted. I haven't even eaten any breakfast yet and I still feel like I'm ready to go to bed cos I just want to sleep. I SLEPT FOR OVER 8 HOURS WHY IS MY BRAIN LIKE THIS. Besides, it was MY BODY that woke up. It could have very well kept sleeping for a couple of hours more but no. Just had to wake itself up and be like "oh it's morning :)" and now it's getting sunny outside and I'm getting so much more tired it's insane. I affects my ability to even do things cos my whole body feels so annoying and I can't focus on anything because of the sensory things. Even tho that might be also the key, and it might help me wake up physically if I actually went for a walk or something instead of sitting in front of the pc the whole day doing nothing cos I feel too exhausted.

But yeah, this is my normal. This is what happens with my if I can't follow my circadian rhythm, and some times my brain does this thing especially in the spring where it just randomly clicks and follows the majority's normal circadian rhythm which doesn't fit my body at all. I keep being told you can get used to it and you can learn to get used to waking up in the mornings. No I cannot. I have done that, I have been in schools and had to wake up to those early on for YEARS because my schools started at 8am, I have had a job that started before 8am. My current school starts at 9am. I am able to distract myself from the feels of tiredness with work, especially physical work, but if I keep sitting in one place, I just get so tired. I was always so exhausted at school and even in vocational schools I have had to fight against my body's urge to fall asleep in class. It usually doesn't matter if I have slept enough hours, it's just that I'm forced to wake up earlier than what would be natural for me. It's like if someone with the normal rhythm was waken up at 2am to go to work/school at 4am. I bet they'd get drowsy too eventually.

My own normal circadian rhythm would be to sleep from 2-4am to 10-11am. If I wake up at 11am, I won't get nearly as tired as I get now that my body has kept waking me up between 7-8am after I've gone to sleep between midnight and 2am.

Hopefully it gets better today if I manage to shower after breakfast and then manage to leave the house.

[littl3lixie]

Daily Blog #1 [10/18/24]

Ah today was a little less hectic than normal!

I originally set an alarm to wake up at 10:15am but I was like "fuck it" and slept until 12pm. I had to like, dress up all fancy for this career fair that I had no interest in going to but like, it was for a grade. Listen like, I consider myself extroverted but THAT was difficult to go to. I didn't really feel *anxious* just overwhelmed. There were so many people and so many employers there it felt like chaos. The worst part? NONE of the stations had anything to do with my major, just as I suspected. My major isn't the most well-known/picked majors but like c'mon. An internship at music production company would probably benefit me the most.

After that, I got lunch and basically scarfed it down because I realized my autism spectrum club started earlier than I thought. It was decent today, there weren't any heavy topics like there was last time.

I think the last thing about today was just me forgetting to take my meds when I woke up. I don't know why I forgot; I mean, I wasn't even running behind. I have a few assignments to work on but I feel a bit drained so I might watch the sing along version of Frozen and head back to the library later.

-Yours Truly, Lix-

Currently Fronting: Chan (he/they), Minho (he/him), I.N (he/him)

Current Mood: Relaxed, Tired, Stimmy

Current Time: 4:52 PM

[xazz]

I think I might be prone to kidney stones

since I learned that the pain in my side around my back flank is likely a kidney stone I've noticed it more

I got the pain fairly often even before that but would just... ignore it. Sometimes it wouldn't be that bad so yeah.

I still had some oxy's from when I went to the ER for the pain in the first place. I took some today because of the pain. I only take them as prescribed every 6-8 hours for the pain.

I do not how they make me feel. Tired, spacy, difficulty focusing, floaty. But GOD I love how it takes the splitting fucking kidney stone pain away. I took some oxy earlier and I took a 4 hour nap. It was almost midnight when I woke up but now I'm awake. Took some more bc the 6+ hours had passed and while yay pain gone, I'm suddenly so tired again. But it's not a real tiredness. I can tell the difference.

Usually when I'm tired I'm just sleepy. I can feel that I'm not thinking clearly. Don't like that feeling. I can def see how people can become addicted to these things but I dislike the way it makes me feel too much to ever get there. I just take them to make the legit horrific pain stop. I don't think about them at all.

But I'm out now and I'm kinda :U worried about the next time I'm in pain. Literally no over the counter meds work, I've tried all of them. I hate the idea of having to go back to the ER for relief again. Drug seeking behavior. Idk if my normal doctor could prescribe them. Florida is weird about that kinda shit (yes I know they're weird about a LOT of shit okay).

now I'm just rambling while on oxy. Shit makes you stupid. I wanted to write a bit before bed. Oxy makes me not wanna do that. If for no other reason I don't like them bc of that. I'd rather be in pain than not feel motivated to write.

[teenz-stories]

Teen-Z: Forever Young #1: I Don’t Wanna Be Your Ex (Part 9)

Scene changes into Pinky already discussing with Nerd things showing her her picture on her phone.

Pinky: ...I swear I didn’t went crazy after all what happened yesterday! She turns to Luvboy Please,tell her I didn’t used Photoshop for that.

Alvin: She didn’t used anything. I just helped Pinky to animate puppet rigs...and then there were some weird force what levitated me and changed my outfit! I had also some glitter on my face and hair. But other than that I felt okay.

Wiccy: writes everything down Mhm. And when did that wore off?

Alvin: I have no idea. I went to sleep because I was too tired so I felt asleep having on myself that outfit. In the morning when I woke up. The necklace,glitter was gone. And my outfit returned back to normal. It might worn off sooner after I went to bed. He shrugs I don’t know! This is weird. He then pulls up his tablet Anyway. With all storyboards ready. Can we finally get to work?

Greeny: We would want to,but you told us about something strange.

Ninelle: shyly You know. Luvboy isn’t the only one.

Belze-Bob: confused Sorry?

Ninelle: Mermaid also had this yesterday. She just helped me with that makeover but then some strange force took her and she also transformed.

Wiccy: Had you seen it wearing off?

Ninelle: I didn’t paid attention. I left in the morning earlier to get here so I would tell you this. Mermaid seemed to be very stressed about all of it.

Cody: excited This is sick! Imagine this might be canon event! After doing random things,we change into superheroes!

Wiccy: unamused There’s no canon events and absolutely no superheroes. This might be as well just coincidence. I won’t believe it untill I won’t see it myself.

Alvin: Then how will you explain this?

Wiccy: fixes her glasses I need to test this. Just by you talking about this,it doesn’t tell me anything.

Wiccy drinks coffee as she opens her laptop.

Wiccy: Alright. We have scene one already shoot despite fact that Charlie was distracting Mermaid a lot. She looks in judging stare at Charlie

Charlie: confused I was thirsty and hungry.

Wiccy: You also made Pinky angry.

Charlie: corrects I didn’t. She started.

Seconds later Mermaid comes to the studio. Ninelle smiles gently.

Ninelle: There she is. Just in time to begin.

Mermaid: confused Begin what?

Belze-Bob: Pictures for the music video,dear. He kisses his girlfriend’s cheeks I heard you had rough night. He looks with worry You’re good? This didn’t affected you?

Mermaid: sighs Bob. I didn’t knew what happened yesterday. I just finished doing hairstyle for Creepy and...I suddenly transformed.

Wiccy: I can start tests once we will be done with this music video. I want to finish firstly this. She then looks at Pinky Scene two. She looks at Light Light. Make a set what is similiar to Pinky’s room. She then stares at Pinky And you. Tell Light how your room looks like.

Scene changes into Pinky drawing something in her notebook as Nerd records that. Seconds later she stops.

Wiccy: Cut!

Pinky gets off from bed. Nerd guides everyone to the exit.

Cody: confused We are leaving?

Wiccy: Yes. We have a lot to do,trust me.

Scene changes into evening already falling. Nerd and crew finishes shooting final scene for the first day of actual shootings.  Everyone are tired but amused by results what they did on the first day. Crew is now on Creepy’s house.

Mermaid: I absolutely love how it so far looks like! I had great idea on that painting on car scenes. She looks at Bully and Greeny Marvelous job,you two!

Wiccy: Only tomorrow we will film final four scenes and we are done. She sits to the computer as she wants to montage the first scenes they made so far

Meanwhile Ninelle comes back with Glitter High’s Velvet Lavender doll. She puts the box with doll in it gently on the table.

Dark: How much she costed?

Ninelle: Cheap. 80 Zeedollars.

Greeny: amazed They sold you new doll in such cheap prize?

Ninelle: I was also surprised. She gets scissors as she gently opens the box

Short time later she places Velvet’s doll next to many others on her shelf. Ninelle giggles.

Ninelle: I may need to make new shelf if I will plan to buy more of them.

Meanwhile Wiccy stares angry at the computer. She then hisses in anger.

Mermaid: What’s wrong?

Wiccy: All of the files are gone!

Mermaid: shocked What?! She gets to the computer as she searches the files. She starts to panic

Wiccy: looks up at everyone Bad news,everyone. We need to start again tomorrow.

Pinky: shocked runs to the computer What?! But we don’t have time anymore! The music video is scheduled to relase on this Friday!

Wiccy: Then we need to remake whole concepts. She looks at Alvin Can you do Version B storyboards? With some budget cuts.

Alvin: On it.

[hospitalterrorizer]

diary46

10/23-24/2023

monday-tuesday

wwhateversss

i wrote a new song today, which is surprising i think, i didn't expect to, i just ended up getting a sound i liked and wanted to keep going with it. there's some re-rewriting to do on it but like, minor stuff i think. maybe i can add some more synths or something too, that would be cool, i think some of these new songs are maybe like, a bit too minimal, which makes sense cuz how else are you supposed to make a pv song that's 50 seconds long other than stripping away everything that's unnecessary, but it might be fun to have something really high and annoying at a couple points.

anyways i am super hungry and i brushed my teeth but like it hurts basically, so i am going to eat a bunch of goldfish crackers. sad that they aren't the whole grain variety. i will feel so dumb tomorrow i bettt lollllll. but whatever i am hungrryyy.

i think a good thing is that today i am pretty tired early on, or earlier than usual. up until 3 i am usually doing stuff and maybe i'll be up that late again but idk, it's 2 now and i feel like i could sleep.

thinking about sleep, i had a weird dream this morning, about my gf, her friends, and my friends, all in a big car on a roadtrip, we were in the south, and in this town that was falling apart, i think we went to a target and i started working there, i remember some kind of stress and hurry about some retail-zone. we passed a mall that was supposedly super fucked up, this gave me visions of something like yume nikki, pixel art alternate reality or something, my friend alex poked me, we laughed in the way we do (something in particular about how he and i interact makes me feel like an adult. it's weird. i think because he's so mature and relaxed, he's not relaxed in the stoner way like some friends, and he isn't neurotic like my artist friends, he's profound (really, actually) in how he's, not normal, but secure, fine, himself, you know) and that pulled me out of my vision, i don't think it was inside the mall, it was like a vision of history or like, the under-reality of that place. the mall was weird, it was huge, brutalist, it had a huge advertisement for a washed up popstar from the 70s on it. i don't think a real one. a man with that kind of puffy hair with bangs, brown suit, the photo giving him an off pallor, and another vision, a department store in the depths of the 70s, busy, all the women with those huge bouffants, brown carpet, dimmed eyes, a filter on everything, and the 70s is maybe located next to brown in my head, that retail hell, all the clothes though, on recollection, had the conservatism of the 60s. something about my family's dining sets, the forks, the knives, the table ornaments and the table itself, it's all seated there. the department store was flat, every display was waist high and it went on forever, i was among the women shopping, and the mall was lakeside. i was hungry, and there was a wendy's. the wendy's was on the water, it had a shiny pink roof, the reflective pink dome of circus circus absorbed into the iconography of wendy's, that's how it always was (it kind of is, i remember a wendy's almost like that, only in a parking lot like normal) and it had poles deep into what seemed a radioactive ruin (the lake, stilts, or something similar, i dunno, the supports) the water was still. we wanted there to be a drive thru, or maybe my gf's friends wanted that, hating adventure. someone said something about one of the oldest of her friends (30s) being young. that friend's in china now. how strange. i don't know what i ordered. i think that was around when i woke up.

when i woke up, i was sad, i wanted to live in that dream for a while longer, i liked the atmosphere, the vision of the south it gave me was strange. the landscape, outside of the mall, target, was very green, not rolling, just dense, unbothered grass as tall as it wanted, and the vague threat in that.

anyways i made this, out of boredom or something, i dunno, i felt like making some kind of image out of all the visual junk i've been collecting. i will probably use these materials somewhere else but i just wanted to fuck around.

not much else today. my gf ate out today, i didn't have to cook, which is good, tomorrow i will cook and basically use everything we have in the fridge, which is pretty exciting i guess. it means we'll leave the house the next day without anything to worry about, which is not what happened when we left for denver. that makes me feel super super dumb.

anyways i am sleepyyyyyyy, so

byebye!!!!!!!

[ryan-is-a-god]

I'm pretty sure my entire life's problems can be chalked up to never getting enough sleep and having a negative attitude. Of course getting my ADHD treated helped immensely but that doesn't solve everything.

One day I was so tired, and I struggle to sleep normally; I literally left a conversation and said I'm going to sleep at like 9pm. Please note that I usually would never consider sleeping earlier than even 1 am before.

Anyhow, the next day omg I woke up at 6:30 am because I didn't want to oversleep and I was so rested I made delicious food and watched anime first thing in the morning, specifically a very positive anime, I think it might have been my next life as a villainous. I actually for the first time in a long time, worked out. Well, not working out per say, because I still have to trick my brain, no I played sports with my sibling, turned on good ol' Wii sports and played some DDR. After that I started sleeping and waking up at a decent time every day, and I actually felt fine even if I messed up a day here and there.

Only recently did I mess up my sleep for a few consecutive days, in which I felt sluggish and tired like I always have before. Recently I was discussing how much sleep a human requires, I assumed it was 5 hours for most people, and found out that it is actually 7-9 hours for adults, and even more time for younger people. Of course some people can get less but that's not true for most. Here I thought I was the insane one for struggling to wake up with less than 7 hours now, and when I was a teenager, good luck getting 5!

The point of this is just that I was so defeatist, I will never sleep normal, never wake up at a good time, never feel rested, but I did! I actually did! So now I'm going to ensure I get enough sleep tonight, I'm not sacrificing my sleep for anything. I even managed to stay pretty well on track during school, and these assignments are never ending.

I had a friend who did everything in highschool; I admired her so much, she worked out, cooked all her food, woke up early, studied, was literally the valedictorian, and still had time to hang out and play video games.

The most impressive part to me was that she managed all that while keeping a good sleep routine, eating healthy, and exercising.

She's half the inspiration for why I still keep up with this new schedule now, because, I know she did it, and I know it wasn't always easy for her, and really we all can do this, if anything this part should be the easy part.

Anyways this is partly to remind myself to get adequate sleep and work out today after I finally clean my room and work on my assignment. The other part is to remind everyone that taking care of yourself is always the base priority, everything that is so hard, like managing time, or work, or whatever, is secondary and usually gets easier the more you take care of yourself.

I mean just a year ago or so I thought I was gonna die on the couch barley able to move, and now I'm doing what I thought was literally impossible; taking care of myself, doing school work, AND actually having time to work on side projects!

I probably missed a lot of what I wanted to say, and while I would usually scold myself for writing this instead of working on my assignments, this took only a few minutes, contrary to the hour or two I use to feel was being wasted away.

Remember if something is hard to do, just make it fun. I don't like cooking, but I do like eating fancy looking food while watching anime. I don't like exercising, but I do like playing video games like Wii sports or actual sports. I don't like sleeping, but I do like lying down in a warm blanket with a favourite movie playing as I close my eyes for just a moment.