#i'm feeling antsy so i have to find ways to get my fix

[thebramblewood]

When I saw the newest hair from @okruee, I knew it would be the perfect excuse to spend some time in CAS with future Helena. Other hairs by @sunivaa, @softerhaze, @candysims4, @thekunstwollen and EA in that order!

[demonslayedher]

Will you continue the soft au that you created? (*´∀｀)

I'm very interested in your interpretation plus, you've inspired me to create my own.

Ah yes, this one, the most popular post in my whole blog! It even beat out the Shinobu-Akaza Friendship one which has been going around for a few years. I'm glad it inspired you to make your own, because there can never be too many fix-it AUs. ^_^

Good news! Aside from this goofy follow-up to that piece, I have some older pieces of fanart which are oddly similar! This one (which I really like, except that I look at it now and dismiss it as not good because I drew Mitsuri shorter than Iguro), and this old one (which was not quite the same, since everybody is simply healthy and not beat up).

It's only half as happy, but I also got really attached to this three-part Fate-Swap one. What I did with the survivors in that one also influenced a lot of my thinking on the Softer Time AU.

So with that all out of the way, how about just some new headcanons for the AU in question?

Rengoku: As he was dying, Tanjiro tearfully asked if there was any Breath technique to stop the bleeding. Rengoku smilingly replied "no," but then Tanjiro sniffled and asked, "Can you at least try????"

So he did, and that is how he survived a punch that went straight through his solar plexus. Barely, anyway. Breath technique is amazing!! The Kakushi who soon arrived on the scene are even more amazing!!!! None the less, he has a very difficult recovery.

Oyakata-sama and family: He sure had everybody convinced he perished, huh? Joke's on you, the mansion had a trap door.

Once Muzan was defeated, the curse on his family was finally lifted, so he started making a slow recovery from his illness after that, including slowly regaining his sight little by little. Once he's in better shape, Amane wants to go on a romantic getaway.

Himejima: So that curse on the Ubuyashiki family? Turns out The Mark was likewise only a curse, and it too has been lifted! Losing a leg can't keep this man down, of course, he's just too strong.

Still, he got close enough to death that he got a nice visit from his ghost kids, and when he woke up, sure enough, that Kakushi at his side was Sayo! She aids him in his recovery.

Himejima eventually finds out about Kaigaku from Zenitsu. He is saddened and cries.

Now that he doesn't need to train, Himejima become the Crazy Cat Man. His home is a cat shelter. After a year or so his shipper heart gets antsy and he starts annoying other Hashira to hurry up and have kids.

Sanemi: Hangs out with Oyakata-sama's kids a lot. Is really annoyed with Himejima bugging him to get a girlfriend. Since this is a Softer Time, Sanemi is busy making up for lost time with his brother anyway.

Shinobu: She managed to be swallowed whole by Douma without getting seriously injured in the process. She has burns from being partially digested (an idea I picked up from @sweetreichel) and this was enough for the poison to have the desired effect. As Douma's body starts to melt, Inosuke reaches in and pulls her out, much to her surprise.

Because this is a Softer Time, we're going to say that this Shinobu-Inosuke interaction, and this Shinobu-Inosuke interaction, and especially this Shinobu-Inosuke interaction (or something like it) has occurred.

This is no longer a world in which Inosuke takes to Nezuko like she's a mother figure, noooo. Shinobu is now his mother figure whom he dotes on. Shinobu is slightly weirded out by it, but this is her dashing rescuer, after all, so she soon makes peace with Inosuke's attention and care. She doesn't feel good in her recovery anyway; it's nice to get rides on a trusty steed. All this leverage means she finally convinces him to let her (or rather, Aoi) wash that dang animal head, at least.

So is this a GiyuShino AU? I suppose it has the opportunity to be. If Giyuu indicates any interest in Shinobu, he's going to need Inosuke's approval. And Inosuke gives it easily, because Han-Han-Haori is strong. But if Shinobu shows any indication of having a crush on Giyuu, Himejima is going to squash it the moment he bugs her to hurry up and have kids.

Iguro & Mitsuri: This is pretty much a repeat of the Fate-Swap AU.

Iguro promises to marry her as he thinks they are dying, but she wakes from her coma before he does happily anticipating that he'll keep his promise in this life. It's a bit of a relief that he's probably lost his sight, because the damage to her ear and jaw is pretty ghastly; not to mention her belly was cut pretty deeply. She's accepted with disappointment that she probably would not be able to have children, which is why she has not asked for any details on that (to which question a doctor would respond, "nope, that all looks good." Likewise, being too quick to accept Iguro's blindness means no one has asked about the actual state of his eye injuries, to which a doctor would respond, "Yeah, one of them should still work once the bandages are off.")

Iguro is stunned to find himself still alive and full of tainted blood, and he tries to insist that his promise was under the understanding that they were both dying, which makes Mitsuri upset that he didn't mean it and he doesn't actually want it, which of course is not what he means at all, so he has to fully explain himself.

Mitsuri is understanding but also points out that this is very silly, and that she's not so good of a bride either, so they deserve each other fully, the good and the bad. Iguro is so eased by her words that he feels washed clean, especially for having lost so much blood in ridding the world of demons.

And then, surprise!! He can see her after all! And then, surprise!!! They can have babies after all! Himejima is also as thrilled as they are.

Giyuu: Look at him!! He smiles!!!!!! And he has so many people who talk to him!!!!!!! Which means they're finally going to hold him accountable for acting like he was better than them. Giyuu is flattened with the realization that this is what everyone thought he meant when he said he was "different" from them, and he must explain himself. If there is a hole, he wants to go into it.

But!!! They forgive him?????? They accept him?????????

Well, sure they do, but he can't stop smiling and it's starting to weird everyone out.

Uzui: As usual, he is busy being a family man. He finds it kind of funny to hide from Himejima the fact that one of his wives had a baby. Himejima is really hurt when he finds out and Uzui feels terrible. If there is a hole, he wants to disappear into a puff of smoke in it.

Muichiro: Watch out world, that mouth of his is only going to get worse in his later teen years. He and Kotetsu are going to annoy everybody.

Muichiro hangs out with a lot of different people, since the whole Corp feels like his family. When he's not being treated like Kanamori's adoptive son, he's often goes over for dinner with the Ubuyashiki family, where he winds up hanging out with Sanemi. However, because they are closer in age and have more shared experiences, he is more naturally inclined to form a friendship with Genya.

Muichiro also hangs out at the Rengoku estate, because everybody loves Rengoku, and it's still hard for him to go out much on the days when his old injuries bother him. Again, being closer in age, Muichiro winds up forming more of a friendship with Senjuro, who happens to be Kotetsu's penpal via Tanjiro's introduction. Genya also knows Kotetsu but doesn't really hang out with him until Kotetsu is a little older, and eventually the four of them are a squad. Tanjiro is sort of an honorary member of this unofficial squad, but Muichiro and Kotetsu find themselves bullying Zenitsu and Inosuke a bit.

[fantasynsuch]

Please. (Adam Stanheight x reader NSFW)

TW: SMUT!!! Gonna be sub male, dom woman soo. Mommy kink, and creampie

Word count: 2.8k

@blackbunnymayw for your request!

I wake up groggily, and I don't have any idea as to why I woke up. When I look to my side, my alarm clock reads "2:53 AM". It's not even 3 am.

"Ugh. Why am I awake?" I grunt. I had only gone to bed 2 hours ago, as Adam and I had been.... fooling around.

As I become more aware of my surroundings, I feel a very apparent absence in bed. I'm used to Adam being swaddled tight in my arms when I wake up, so it's easy to notice his absence. He's different than alot of men I know: it doesn't offend him for me to take the lead. He seems to enjoy it more, truthfully.

After my eyes adjust to the dark, I notice the bathroom door is closed, but I can see a sliver of light from underneath it. He's in there, probably.

I get up slowly, as the air is frigid compared to the 10 blankets we have stacked on our bed. The heating has been out since last spring, and the landlord finds a way, every time, to avoid fixing it. Dick.

When I stand, I hear sounds from the bathroom. They sound like.. Adam in pain?

I rush to go to the bathroom, but I slowly realize the sounds are not Adam in pain. Oh.

I stand at the door, and after some thought, I grin. I'm gonna embarrass this boy for all he's worth.

I knock on the door loudly. It sounds like he's scrambling to appear presentable. Items sound like they're being knocked over.

"Baby, what are you doing in there?" I call out loudly.

"C-Coming, babe!" He calls out, stuttering. He's out of breath. Good.

He's shuffling to the dear, and the sight is just as good as seeing him full nude. His hair is scruffy, and his face is red as a ruby. His mouth hangs open as he tries to catch his breath. His shirt had long since been discarded, but his boxers are fully askew, and they hang lower than they should. He probably pulled them up in a hurry. His v-line is gorgeous, as the hair on it blends down. The green eyes I love so much are hidden by hooded lids.

"S-Sorry babe. Just had to use the bathroom." He tries to lie. I know that's a lie. I'll forgive him for it.

"Oh, baby. No, you weren't. But you don't have to be embarrassed." I stand up to his ear and whisper huskily.

"B-but I wasn'-" I cut him off before he can lie anymore.

I reach down and grab his cock through his boxers, and his whimper is mouthwatering. His whimper cuts through the silence, and he falls back a little, likely in shock. He catches himself, and his mouth opens wide.

"A-Ah!" He moans. I smirk: he couldn't lie know. I quite literally have my hands on the truth.

"So what were you doing, baby boy? No need to lie." I rub him through his boxers.

"Momma, please.." He hiccups out.

"Please what boy? You need to spell it out for me." I bite his ear, and his breath catches. He's trembling. I still have his cock firmly in my hand.

"I-I woke up, and I needed you so, so bad. I just d-didn't wanna wake you up, momma.." He trails off. I smirk victoriously.

"Boy, all you need to do is wake me up.. I'm always happy to help a pretty boy like yourself." I kiss his jawline.

"C-could you help, momma? Please.. it hurt's so bad.. I-I need it." He begins slightly grinding into my hand. He's so needy: it's pitiful. I lick my lips.

"Hmm... lemme think about it baby." I go to remove my hand from his progressively greedy grinds, but he reaches for my hand and places it back, desperately.

"Please, momma! I need it so bad." He begs. God, he's so pretty when he begs.

"Okay, baby boy.. no need to get antsy! I'll give you everything you need. Dontchu worry, baby. " He moans at the confirmation that I give him. He grabs my shirt and holds me close.

"T-thank you so, so, so much momma. It was so hard without you." He whispers as he tears up.

"Oh, poor baby. I know, i know. No need to cry. Go get on the bed, baby boy." I kiss him on his trembling lips and lick his bottom lip. I turn around and direct him to get on the bed. He follows my order and sits up against the headboard. He grounds himself and takes a few deep breaths.

I waltz over to the bed, and I climb ontop of him. I straddle his hips, and I feel his cock brush up against my increasingly soaked pussy. I moan and halt.

"Come on baby boy. Let's get out of these uncomfortable boxers. I'm sure they're hurting you so bad." I lick down his neck, and I reach under his boxers to begin pulling them off. He hurriedly rips them off, and I get a view of his cock.

It's delightfully engorged, and his pretty tip leaks from the stimulation. It's so red, and the vein on the side is prominent. His smooth balls are drawn up, presumably from his play time earlier. I must have come in right before he came. His length never intimidated me, but his girth always left me gasping for breath. I sometimes struggle to wrap my hand around it.

I wrap myself on the side of him, and I grab his cock once again. He breathes out.

"You don't cum until I saw so, be a good boy for me." I demand. He nods and closes his eyes.

I reach up to his face, and I place my two fingers at his lips.

"Open." I order, and he listens. He opens his pretty, plump lips and wets my fingers like a good boy. I keep them in there for a few seconds longer and push them back further than I should have. He gags, but after he moans and grips onto my night shirt tight. Removing my fingers from his mouth, I reach back down, and finally, I begin stroking his pretty cock. He moans from the first real touch of the night, and I grin.

As I rub his cock, I reach my head down and bite his little nipples. It was a soft bite, but enough for him to feel it. I lave my tongue over the pebble, and he gasps. I continue to flick my wrist over his cock, but I stop and rub the slit in the top. It's wet from pre-cum, and I massage it into the skin. He whines and bucks his hips.

"m-momma, yo-I feel so good. Y-you're so good to me," He cries out as I remove myself from the side from him and hover over his hips. I continue caressing his cock.

"You better not cum, boy. You want to be momma's good boy, right? Right boy?" I question him, but I know he can't hold himself back.

"Yes m-m-momma! Please keep going.." He pleads with me.

I smile maliciously, and I bring my hips down to fit my lips snug with his cock.

"Well? Go ahead boy. You have to get yourself off. Go on." I demand. He looks taken aback, but he slowly begins to move his hips. His cock isn't inside me, but the friction from his bulbous tip rubbing against my clothed clit sends waves through. His grinding starts shaky, and his moans radiate through our small, dingy apartment. His hips stutter, but he grabs my arms and pulls me down. He holds me onto his chest, as he thrusts his bare and leaking cock into my pelvis. I look down at his face, and it is a beautiful site. His lids are hooded, and his lips are open in an O, releasing his moans and whimpers.

I look down at his pretty lips and lean down to kiss him. I slot my lips against his, and he moans into my mouth at the contact. His tongue tangles with mine, and his spit tastes like toothpaste and his cigarettes. Odd mixture, but it's so uniquely him that I can't get enough of the taste. I moan into his mouth, as his cock manages to hit my clit continuously. His hips falter, and he begins to cry out.

"Momma- I-I need to cum. Please, please, please let me cum. I need it. I need to cum so bad for you. I'll do anything!" He begs with his heart. Poor boy.

"Oh, baby boy. You can wait a little while longer. You will. I won't reward bad behavior." I grin as his pitiful eyes peer into mine.

"Wh-What do I have to do momma? I'll do anything!" He cries out, while slowing down his thrusts, so he doesn't disobey me. Good boy.

I halt his thrusts with a hand to the hip. He looks up, and his eyebrows raise in a silent beg. I move to remove my clothes. My shirt goes first, and while I take that off, I see his puppy eyes looking up at my tits. He reaches for them, but before he could grab one, I grab his hand.

"Patience, boy." I snap. I wasn't really mad. But I have to be a good momma and establish rules.

His sad eyes revere me from below. He's really such a good boy for me. I remove my shorts and the cold air hits the wetness covering my pussy. I shiver, but I go to hover over his face. His eyes widen, in excitement. His arms go to wrap themselves around my legs, and I don't say anything. His excitement is endearing.

"You know what to do. Be a good boy..." I wink down at him and sit down, not placing my full weight.

But before I realize what happened, he pulls me all the way down, to where my full weight was on his gorgeous face. I moan as his nose brushes my red, puffy clit. His tongue licks all around my hole, but not quite there yet. He licks my clit and gently puts my clit in between his teeth. I groan and grind on his face. He whimpers and moves his tongue from my clit to my hole. As he licks around my hole, his hand comes up to grab my tit. His fingers play with my nipple, and he pinches lightly. I grab the headboard, as the mix between pleasures becomes overwhelming. He holds firm onto my tit and continues his assault on my pussy.

"Y-you're such a good boy. I l-love you so much, my good boy. Mine." I whisper. When he hears me, his hips thrust into nothing and he groans into my cunt. The vibrations from his groan send bolts of electricity through my clit. I whimper, and he licks his tongue more vicariously over my clit. I begin to buckle on his face, as I feel the familiar feeling of euphoria wash over my pussy and my limbs.

"O-oh, good boy. You're mine. You're always gonna be mine: I'm always yours. Yeah, just like that... I-I'm gonna cum!" I cry out. These words send him into overdrive, and his eyes shoot open as he makes eye contact with me. He removes his hand from its comfortable place on my tit and places it on my clit. He begins to massage my clit fast, as his tongue continues his ministrations on my hole. I break eye contact with him, and I slump as his fingers on my clit send me into a full body orgasm. I grab onto the cheap headboard and wail out a "I love you" to my good boy. I remove one hand from the headboard and grip his hair as he continues his work on my oversensitive cunt. I look down at him and notice his half-lidded eyes. His green eyes are so fucking beautiful. The last spasm makes its way through my limp body, and I sigh in relief. He just sent me into the most powerful orgasm I have ever had.

I remove my cunt from his face and look at him. His eyes are dazy and his entire lower face is covered in my slick. He did such a good job. I'm going to reward him so good.

"Baby, that was... you did so good. You're so good to me. My good boy." I kiss him and he smiles dopely into the kiss.

"I'm your good boy," he breathes out.

"Yes, baby boy. So good." I confirm. I go to give him his reward. He was so good.

I slot my hole over his dripping, aching cock. I rub myself over it. I shake from the stimulation, but this is about him.

"Mommy, please! It hurts so bad. I was so good." His big eyes look up at me, and I smile at him.

"Yes, baby. You were. Let momma take care of you." I soothe him and lower myself down slowly. His breath catches in his throat, and he cries out.

"Good boy, good boy. Make yourself cum in my pussy." His eyes widen at my order, as I never let him cum in my pussy. Tonight was special.

"Y-yes momma! Thank you so, so much." He babbles out, as his hips push up into my cunt. He isn't going to last long, but that's okay.

"C'mon boy. Use your momma's pussy." I egg him on, and his thrusts get even more sloppy. There is no rhythm behind them, as he chases release. His balls draw up tightly.

"I-I love you momma! Can I come? Please?" He waits for permission. He really is the best boy.

"Of course, baby. Cum for me. Love you so much," I moan into his ear and begin to bring my hips up and down with his sloppy thrusts.

At that, he sobs out a "Love you, Momma," and firmly slots his hips into my cunt. I swivel my hips around, as he comes. He shakes and shakes, and as I swivel my hips around his. I rub his nipples, and I reach down to caress his face to comfort him through his powerful orgasm.

"A-Ahh! M-mommy! 'S too muc-" He pleads, but I swivel my hips harder to bring him to completion. His wails sound like music to my ears, as his hands grip the sheets. He begins to release the sheets, as I slow my hips.

"T-thank you so much." He says, and I smile. I caress my hand under his jaw, and I kiss his strong nose.

"You were such a good boy. The best boy." I look down at him endearingly.

As he finishes completely, I slowly remove my cunt from his cock, and he whimpers pitifully from the overstimulation. I feel the cum dripping from my hole onto the sheets, but I don't care right now.

"Do you need anything, sweetie?" I begin to clean up.

"No.. Just a rag," He asks embarrassed, as he realizes how much of our combined cum got on him. I grin and go to grab the rag and some fresh clothes. I grab our dirty clothes on the way.

As I begin to walk to the bathroom, I feel a hand grab mine, and I look back to see him teary-eyed.

"D-Don't leave me alone-" He begs. Sometimes, he gets like this. After the trap, he had a hard time being alone at all. He would cling to my clothes any time I had to go somewhere in the apartment. It would be endearing, or maybe annoying, had it not been for the reasoning. The poor boy had been left to die- so I understand. I won't ever let him feel like that again. He's better, but he still has a way to go.

"Okay, baby. We can clean up in the morning... Don't you worry." I grip his hand in reassurance. I place the dirty clothes on the floor and climb under the covers with him. I direct him to turn on his side, and I firmly place my cold body on his back. He always was the little spoon. He snuggles into me, as I hear his breathing even out. He isn't in panic mode any more. Good.

"I won't ever leave you, sweet thing. I love you," I lean over his ear, and I whisper.

"You're mine." I grip his hand, and I use the free hand to turn his head slightly. I place my lips onto his raw ones, and I pull back. I kiss up and down his lean neck, and he giggles.

"I love you," He whispers, as he closes his eyes.

"I love you too, Adam. More than you know." I breathe out.

I look at the alarm clock. Its 4:01. I have work in 5 hours. I'll call out. Adam is more important.

[natalieleif]

UPDATE: I finally got stuck and went on Youtube beat Undertale Yellow! All in all, I really liked it! It's infested that part of my brain where things go that are fun enough to invest time in, but also have enough scattered potential for some really good fanfic/art.

I do agree with a lot of the critiques, and I'm glad to see a lot of stuff added in Version 1.1 to make life easier (bug fixes, Easy Mode, recovery items, etc). I'm hoping there's a 1.2 version later that adds even more quality-of-life. That said, a lot of the critiques aren't... really... things that seem feasible for a patch update. ("Make the character art more monstrous!" You mean, redraw every sprite in the game!?!)

So with that in mind, here are some things I'd love to see in 1.2 that are maybe (hopefully!) easier for a freelance dev team. Spoilers below!

Adjusted mechanics/dialogue for bosses that have no reason to kill you. This is most obvious with Starlo and Martlet's Pacifist fights--both are friendly and reluctant towards murder, so their Pacifist fights ending in death or defeat feels... odd? Compare to Toriel or Papyrus: one will adjust her attacks to never hit if you take too much damage, and another will cut his battle entirely if you hit 1 hp. A similar form of 1-hp cutoff or "Oops, that was an accident!" Game Over dialogue would match their motivations a lot better.

Related to the above, offer a Skip option for any battle the player's lost 3+ times. This is a common video game handicap, and one I always support in story-heavy games like this. A lot of feedback I've seen is from people who want to love the story but struggled with Sir Slither's ACT pattern or Axis's breakout puzzle, so this is an easy way to get most people to finish the game.

Have Dalv gift you any items you missed in the Ruins as a "thank you" for Clover's support. This patch would solve two immediate concerns: that Dalv doesn't have a larger role, and that many players will miss items like the Golden Pear. Sure, Dalv sends a letter to Clover, but the incentive to go back to Snowdin at that point is low. Having some sort of item reward makes it an active part of an average game run and lets more players see Dalv post-Ruins.

Call the Sunnyside Farm a Ranch like it's called in the files. Okay, this one's just for me, but it being a Ranch makes way more thematic sense for the cowboy area.

Let Ace run the card game at least once in the Wild East. Seriously, it's kinda weird that he doesn't. I understand why he can't while he's napping, but the other times??

Edit Ceroba's post-Starlo Pacifist fight dialogue to make it more clear that she's taking you on the fastest shortcut to Asgore. The main critique with the third act to Pacifist route is that it very quickly becomes Ceroba's plot about finding Kanako. And because it's framed as a hunt for Kanako, the dialogue becomes a rush of info about who Kanako is and why this side-plot should matter to you, the player. But at this point we've already done a side-plot, and most players are antsy to get to the end game. Yet the Steamworks really is the only route to Hotland in that area! Having Ceroba guide the player through what they think is a spooky shortcut to the End Boss fits the story, braces the player for the finale, and lets the TALK dialogue with Ceroba build up naturally through the lab, so her betrayal about Kanako has more time to build up and hurts more as a final boss fight.

That's all I got! Thanks for reading, and feel free to reblog with your own wants for a 1.2 patch!

[planstransamanacanalpanema]

I've now been off my ADHD meds for 3ish months. I had to switch doctors because my old one couldn't prescribe testosterone, so I was just casually in menopause for 3 months. My new doctor can't prescribe adderall, even with a diagnosis and the fact that I've been on it for 3 years, because they controlled substances policy doesn't allow it.

At first I thought maybe it wouldn't be that bad. I've made a lot of progress and have developed a lot of good adaptations and coping skills. The first few weeks weren't bad, but I started realizing little things had stopped happening. I was losing time again, despite having clocks in every room. I wasn't taking my other meds even with the med dispenser on the wall by my door to remind me to take them when I left in the morning. Turns out it doesn't matter if you have these tools if your brain doesn't want to use them.

I thought maybe running would help. I'd wake up and go for a run and feel pretty good. I'd sit down to do work, still couldn't focus, so I'd get up and go for anrun again. When I got back be pretty tired, so I'd take a nap, wake up, and then still get pretty antsy sitting at my desk to work- so I'd go for a run again. After a few days of this my feet started bleeding. I stopped after a few more days of this, not because of not having skin anymore, but because I also screwed up my knee and couldn't bend it or really bear weight.

I was exploring new foods and had discovered a few that moved off my shit list and onto my favorite foods list. I now cannot eat these again. I was cooking good meals for myself, getting pretty good at meal prepping. Also no longer happening. I'm either barely eating, barely drinking water, or eating far too much of things that as a type one diabetic are legitimately killing me, albeit slowly.

Somewhere between having no emotional regulation, forgetting to take my antidepressants and my levothyroxine, and an otherwise only moderately upsetting life event, I sort of lost it. I started having panic attacks in parking lots, driving through intersections, looking into my living room when the lights were off, and reading about nursing homes. When you can't turn your emotions down or remember to use the calm down techniques you got pretty good at or stop thinking about that time you watched a bunch of people die in a pandemic, the next logical step for your brain is to sort of just set itself on fire.

I stopped sleeping. I'll lay in bed and have to find the answer to the question that pops into my head, or put the thing in its designated spot, or fix the thing I decided I would fix tomorrow. I've been averaging 5 hours a night, and it's usually staggered across interruptions that demand resolution.

And I keep feeling the time I'm losing. I decided to go visit my grandma. I decided to go on a hike. I decided to call a family member. It's been 6 weeks. I swear I'm still going to, because every time I remember at 3 in the morning, I get this feeling like time is leeching from my bones and taking moments I would cherish with them. There is no good way to describe how abjectly terrifying this is.

I figured when I had to stop my adhd meds, it wouldn't be the end of the world. After careful reassessment, I've come to the conclusion that that was bullocks.

Sometimes people take medication recreationally. Surely that doesn't make that medication non-therapeutic to everyone, right?

Right?

[sleepy--anon]

Make It Even

Based on Summer's fics pt1 and pt2 (@wishitweresummer)

Dream was beginning to feel awful, sure, the little games they played on Sapnap were fun at the time but now he was avoiding them, distancing himself. Especially after that last one, his greetings are short, he finds any excuse to leave the room once one of them is in it, he's been locking himself in his room. Dream didn’t think they had pushed him that far, but he realized this was probably a trust thing. Sapnap had pleaded with Dream to not tell George and he did it anyway without thinking. Sapnap probably felt betrayed and now Dream felt awful and he knew he had to fix it because it was eating him alive that his best friend was upset with him. Dream had gathered some things and made his way to Sapnap’s room, George was out for the day so Dream took the opportunity.

"Nick...? Can I come in please?" He knocked as softly as he could, not wanting to agitate him. The door cracked open showing that he wasn’t really willing to let him in.

"What do you want?" His voice was deep still, unused.

"I wanted to apologize, not just for pushing you so far but for telling George after you asked me not to. I brought peace offerings and I just want my best friend back...please?" Sapnap looked at what he had, he brought his favorite candy, chips, and soda with an axolotol plush and a pack of Pokémon cards. Sapnap hummed in thought, shifting a little bit, he wanted to accept but he was still apprehensive.

"What can I do Sap? How can I prove that I'm genuinely sorry, how can I make you believe me? Do I have to let you do the same to me? Cause I will! And I'll help you get George too!" Now that got his attention, he practically offered himself up and that offer never really came up like that. He knew Dream was desperate and he missed them too if he's honest, this would make him feel better if they understood how he felt. He opened the door the rest of the way and stepped aside to let him in. Dream flushed bright pink when he realized what he had said that got his door open. He set the things he brought down on his bed and turned to face him.

"Hoodie and shoes come off and I get to use your anticipation at my full disposal." As if Dream couldn’t be any redder, he couldn’t fight it, he knew it was fair.

"Can I have a hug first?" His voice was small but hopefully, he noticed Sapnap’s look of 'don't try anything' and his wish was granted. He sunk into his embrace, savoring it, he missed it. He felt the tap which ment he was getting antsy, he pulled his hoodie off and kicked off his slippers.

"Lay down, on the floor, on your back." Sapnap turned from the closet to reveal that he now had handcuffs and his tie.

"What's that for..?" He asked, laying how he told him to.

"Well I don't have a buddie to hold you down while I do as I please and the tie is so your wrists don't get raw if you pull." He explained, happily getting on his hips.

"Hands." Dream held up his arms, wrists together, watching in awe at how efficiently he tied the tie around his wrists. He clicked one cuff on and pushed both arms up, clicking the other wrist when the chain looped around a leg of his bed. He locked the cuffs, setting the key down just far enough away to where it would get hit.

"Ready?" He waited for Dream’s nod before yanking his beanie down just over his eyes, he still wanted to see his smile. He clawed his hands and moved them around his stretched upper body. He watched Dream’s body twitch as he felt the difference in air, his once confused face now a wobbly smile as he realized they'd started. He whimpered as Sapnap told him to to be patient, waves of anticipatory giggles coming out.

"I haven't even touched you yet!" Dream didn’t need to see him to know he was beaming at the sight. His hands finally dropped, zapping his sides once before scribbling quickly up and down his ribs and armpits. The reaction was instant, he practically screamed, thrashing as much as he could in his limited space, already cloudy in the brain. He new he deserved this but his mouth worked by itself.

"PLEHEHEehease! Mohohohve my hahahat! I cahahan't sehehehee!"

"That's the point Smiley~ anticipation works so much better when you can't see at all~" Sapnap was having the time of his life, listening to his hearty cackles when he tickled his calves, his squeals when he targeted his thighs, his wheezey laugh when he got his tummy, and his shrieking when he got his feet. He personally found it hilarious watching his feet dance around to avoid his fingers, and when he caught one, how the other would flail around. He gave Dream a short break, seeing his beanie had ridden up in his thrashing, one eye was visible and he could see the tears in the corner of his eyes.

"Ahre... we dohohohone nohohow?" As satisfied as he was with the after giggles he was left breathless and borderline sobbing so...

"Almost big guy, just one last thing." He pulled the beanie back down and popped up for a second, rolling him over on his stomach before plopping back down.

"Going on a treasure hunt~" He spoke slowly, walking his fingers up his back.

"NO SAPNAP SAPNAP PANDAS PLEHEHEASE!" Dream knew this game, he'd watched Karl do it to Sapnap multiple times when he was having trouble sleeping and it always sent a chill down his way too ticklish back.

"X marks the spot~" Drawing the X had Sapnap giggling at how much he wiggled around.

"For big boulders~ and a tiny dot~" He was dragging it out and Dream knew it, it was driving him up the wall, now he understood the use of the tie under the cuffs.

"Circle circle quehehestion mahark~" He giggled in surprise at the end when Dream shrieked, almost throwing him off.

"Spiders crawling up your back~ ssssnaaakeesss slithering down~" He took his sweet time doing this twice, smirking at the way Dream’s feet drummed against the floor.

"Tight squeeze~ cool breeze~" He squeezed his thighs for the squawk, and blew right onto the back of his neck, watching the goosebumps form.

"And now I get my treasure~" with that little anecdote, Sapnap blew a massive raspberry on his spine and a second one on his neck while tormenting his hips at the same time.

"OHOHOHOHOKAY OHHOHOHOKAY!!! PLEHEHEHEASE!!! I CAHAHAHAN'T TAHAHAHAKE THIHIHIHIS ANYMOHOHOHORE!!!" Sapnap finally pulled back, listening to the frantic after giggles. He pulled his beanie off completely, noticing it coated in sweat and tears, he ran a hand through his sweaty hair, scratching his scalp.

"Nohohohoho cohohohome ohohon.."

"Even your head dude? Wow." He switched to just the pads of his fingers until he calmed down. Unlocking the handcuffs and undoing the tie, massaging his shoulders to release tension.

"We... we're good now right?"

"Of course we are, now you are helping me with George or I will just wreck you right next to him, don't test me, you know I can and will. But for right now, we're gonna cuddle, eat those snacks you brought and watch a movie."

[hpysprkl]

gimme that Beautiful Hell and one shots (pretty please 👉🏻👈🏻)

Oooh fun, thanks for asking!

There's not a lot in my oneshots folder, but I fell in love with Heller about a minute and a half into Starfield, so I started writing a little Heller/Spacefarer thing. What can I say, I guess I love me a snarky boy with a rock collection 🤷‍♀️

Heller's never been the best or the brightest. He's always known it. He's good at his job, sure. Smart enough to know how to get ahead in it. He makes sure the folks under him work hard enough and work safe enough. Lin trusts him, and they get along. He's made a name for himself in her crew. Which is not hard, really, when the only competition is a bunch of half-drunk dusties from the kind of bum-fuck systems the rest of the universe forgot. Most of them just want to clock in, meet their quotas - just barely - and get paid at the end of the week. Guy like Heller puts in a little extra effort, shows he knows what he's doing, and the boss notices. So when a new batch of recruits filed in one boring afternoon on some boring old rock in the middle of nowhere, he was expecting more of the same. And that's mostly what he got, until he got to her. She'd been staring all around the place while she waited in line for processing. Fidgeting, antsy. So when the line had moved along and he called her up to the desk, he'd figured she probably wasn't all there. They get all kinds in this line of work, and she wouldn't be the first zone-head. But then he called her over, and her gaze snapped to his face. The green eyes she fixed on him were piercing. Intelligent. Way too damn sharp for her own good. It caught him off guard, and he glanced down at her file to cover it up.

Your Beautiful Hell is a Deacon/Sole Survivor thing about soulmates who really, really don't want anything to do with all that fate bullshit. It's pretty early stages, but here's a snippet from the first chapter, their first 'meeting' through the telepathic link they share. It's not a happy scene.

TW: Deacon has PTSD-type flashbacks of his wife's death. There's mention of blood, a dead cat, and Barbara's corpse.

He closes his eyes and tries to ease the link open slowly. The overwhelming emotions from her side flood through, crashing over him. Deacon inhales deeply, letting the burn of the smoke seep through him, focuses on the feelings coming from her end of the link. Pain. Her knees where they hit hard ground, the burning on her arm, same place as his. She doesn't seem to be injured. Freezing cold. Fear, panic, confusion. A strange chemical smell. Frantic thoughts. Ohgodohgodohgod... Nate, Nate, fuck...Open, come on, open up for fuck's sake! Oh god, baby, what do I do? What do I do? You'd know, you always knew what to do. What would you do? Oh fuck, oh god, I have no idea. I — I promise, baby, I'll find him. I'll find Shaun. Oh god, I'm so sorry, baby. I can't stay here, I — The stream of consciousness comes to an abrupt halt, and he realizes she's just become aware of him. There's a moment of utter silence, and then another scream tears through the link, wordless grief and anguish and raw fury ripping through her and, by extension, him. It punches Deacon in the gut, forcing the air from his lungs, doubling him over. He sees flashes. Barbara, their little farm. Evening sunlight streaming in through the windows. Her blood pooling on the scrubbed wooden floor of their kitchen. The stray cat she'd taken in, its limp body sprawled next to hers. He struggles to draw a breath, choking on air like it's water. Her thoughts flood into his head, panicked and angry and drenched in loss and sorrow. No, I don't want this, I don't want another, I had mine already, goddamnit. I want him back, I want Nate back and our baby and — The rest dissolves into incoherent sobs and he feels her shove the link away hard. It makes him think of being pushed from the top of a skyscraper, the sensation of falling rapidly away from her and the simultaneous promise of impact as the ground rushes toward him. Deacon chokes down a ragged breath, tears streaming down his face, and collapses into the dirt. Barbara's blank, staring eyes are the last thing he sees before darkness takes him.

[acefaun]

Hi 🙂 don't worry, you didn't offend me in any way. Are you alright? Who was bothering you?

Are you sure? 😓 No way! I have to fix it! I was stressed and panicked and was ready to insult anyone who crossed my path(man maybe I am like Scorpio... That test result was right...). There has to be something you want asap! I have three fics on my priority list right now but I can make something for you!

I just feel super bad for snapping even though it was meant for someone else that I couldn't deal with at the time. 🥺

See, I find it weird when irl people start getting involved in my online life, especially male dudes. And I know at least two male dudes that found my Tumblr so I keep getting antsy about either of them slipping into my inbox.

But I'd like for my Tumblr to be for me and others who enjoy similar things as me. And I promise the two males I'm referring to aren't in our SCM cult. If they were then I might have a different opinion of them slipping into my inbox as anons.

Besides.... 😣 I low-key like to flirt with my Tumblr girlfriends. I couldn't sanely call you my beautifully beloved anon if I thought you were some irl male that I know.

Other than the male issue... I'm okay. I'm actually great! I'm getting a mini Australian shepherd for my birthday in June! She's going to be so fluffy and she's going to be my best friend in the whole world! I'm working really hard right now to save up enough money for the two of us! She's not with me physically but she's already helping alot with my mental health. The intrusive thoughts that used to be like "I wish I didn't exist" even stopped because doggo has been on my mind! I feel like this is going to be a change for the better in my life.

So, I'm trying to deal with the male intruders. And I'll be keeping my anons on again. And I have a finished fic ready to post today! It was finished last week and I forgot about it after my first day of work. 🙃 But I'll post it today after I eat lunch because I have to dig out the file! A Scorpio comfort fic for someone who needs happiness and reassurance. 💖

[bloominginsanity]

My dad was able to explain fear and how to work through it so well that I apparently rationalized and created my own coping mechanisms for my OCD and didn't realize I actually had the disorder until I was 30.

No one can touch my room. I sound like a teenager saying this and in college I didn't actually care, but in my teenage years and when living in certain unsafe homes, I would have a goddamn break down if this was not listened to.

My life was high stress at one point, like HIGH STRESS. My brain redirected this to having utter and complete control of my room. One day, while I was at camp, my mom moved a stack of games from one shelf to another because she thought it would look nice. I came back, saw the change, and broke down sobbing, curled in a ball on my floor for twenty minutes. I had to move it back. I then moved it again to the same location later because she was right. It looked better that way. The problem was that I had to be the one to do it.

I knew it would change when I left home and I was right. I didn't care as much. The stress and the danger was gone from my life for the most part so the coping went away too. Fast forward to when I'm 30 and I move back into a high stress environment. My mom borrowed my sewing kit BY ACCIDENT. I was helping her with a craft project and apparently put it in the bag for her to take to work with her. She got back, unloaded it, and I found the kit. Out of order. It was a pretty raggedy thing in a ten-year-old plastic Ziploc with safety scissors and scraps of cloth. I had duct tape on the bag to cover the holes in it. But: The needles were out of order. The scissors were in the needle and stray-thread tin. There was a stray, white thread just floating around.

I stared. I hadn't had a breakdown in ten years. I told myself it was fine. I tapped my fingers on the table. Made a weird noise. Finally muffled a scream. Slammed my fist on the table to get the feeling of STRESS out. It didn't work. My brother asked what was wrong and I told him nothing because I KNEW it wasn't serious. I ended up in a ball on the floor trying not to sob as I told myself it didn't matter.

My mom apologized to me when she found me and I told her she didn't need to and that it wasn't her fault because I knew it wasn't. I was likely the one that had put it in there. I was still crying. It took me FIFTEEN minutes to be able to even look at it and fix it. I tried around ten minutes and I had to look away and stamp my feet to get the horrible feeling out and not cry. I was antsy for the next hour even after I fixed it. It doesn't even bother me to think about it now, four days later, but at the time I wanted to dig my nails into my own skin and make myself bleed just to distract myself from the feeling.

It was just a slightly messy sewing kit.

I never show signs otherwise. I check for my wallet, phone, and keys when I'm out several times but that's not all that odd. I've lost things before and am an expert at finding them. I guess I wash my hands a lot but I have dogs and I don't like getting sick. That's it.

My dad taught me that the repeating voice in my head that tells me everyone finds me annoying isn't real and that if you don't try that you'll never even know otherwise. He taught me how to identify what the fear looked like and what it was and how to call it a liar. Once I knew what to call it and what it was, I knew it was never who *I* was. It was normal to be scared and if other people could fight it then so could I.

[He taught me a lot actually. He taught me how to recognize social queues and what they meant. I got shouted at a lot as a child for not being able to react to them properly even if I saw them. Pretty sure the man is ND in some way and just found a super positive way to cope, which he passed down to me.]

I am still not normal, likely never will be, but I've been told so many times that no one would ever guess that I suppose I slot right in here. I didn't know it was actually called OCD until I was 30 and talking to another friend that had been diagnosed and thought 'that... sounds familiar.'

fuck it. shout out to "high functioning" neurodivergents

the ones who can mask easily, the ones who can get social cues, the ones who have managed to go most of their life not even knowing they were ND because they didn't present as the stereotypical ND person.

the ones who can pay attention in class, understand social etiquette, who understand societial expectations

the ones who don't feel neurodivergent enough bc they don't struggle in the same ways/areas a lot of NDs do, or they can't relate to other NDs' experiences because they always understood these things easily

the ones with high empathy, the ones who DO get the joke, the ones who are constantly told that they can't possibly be neurodivergent because they don't act like what you'd expect a neurodivergent person to act like.

you are neurodivergent enough. you are valid, and so are your experiences. not struggling as much as others do in some places doesn't mean you dont struggle at all. your condition and diagnosis is valid. your symptoms are valid. YOU ARE VALID. not checking all the supposed boxes doesn't mean you aren't neurodivergent. you are enough. you are valid. you are loved. you are valued. you matter. you belong in neurodivergent spaces, you deserve to use whatever resources are available to you, you are allowed to take up space in these communities. and i am so, so proud of you.

feel free to, and actually, i encourage you to reblog this with your experiences. we belong in this community as much as anyone else. please also tag this w/ any neurodivergent conditions i may have forgotten 💙

since this is getting lots of notes I'd like to add, even if you're undiagnosed or maybe self diagnosed, for whatever reason, (i.e. can't get access to a diagnosis, not being taken seriously, or just not wanting an official diagnosis, etc.) this still applies to you. actually especially to you folks. don't think for a second you're not valid just bc you don't have the paperwork or whatever to say it

[itsweirdtiming]

10/5/24 entry 1

Dear God,

May you guide me in the atomic steps of my journey to education. I dedicate this delicious dirty martini to you, to the inevitability of death, and the trust I have in my own mind. This special occasion for the purpose of catching up on my late homework assignments. I thank you, Lord, for the teachers who are understanding and flexible when it comes to homework assignments.

Although I am overall doing better than I was this same time last year, I know it is not enough. On my journey, I am eager to become the ferocious and assertive contribution to any academic institution's English department.

Lord, please guide me to the revelations I need to accept this within myself. What is it that I want? Why did I choose this path for myself?

The answer has usualyl been, "there is nothing else for me." But I know it's beyond that, I have always known. I was just looking for an excuse to choose this, when really I should have proudly walked this path from the beginning. I love my field, I love what I do, I love writing, I love writing creatively, I love reading, I love listening to my peers' creative work, I love discovering new poetry, and I love getting into the meticulous and annoying details of it all. Damn, this dirty martini is delicious.

On my drive to the bar, I realized that I should practice speaking out loud to myself. If I don't enjoy the way I speak, why should I feel confident speaking in front of anyone else? I need to feel secure in what I have to offer to the world. And there's no shame in pleasing myself first, as I am the person that I must spend the rest of my life with.

Yes, I know my destiny is to be a mother. Yes, I know I will ultimately be a homemaker, one way, or another. But why can't my destiny be multiple things? Clearly, it is. And this is just me adhering to that. I mean, when I do meet the person of my dreams, there is no reason for us to not move at whatever pace is right for us. I'm being a little dramatic. I'm only 23 years old. In 10 years, I'll be 33, and even that is still not too old to have children. I'm not going on birth control again. I mean, to be honest, I don't think I want to date another man again.

The men of this world are preoccupied with a poison that they have no desire to find the anecdote for. It is not my job to fix them.

Of course, that is not to say that all women of the world are perfect. We are human beings too. But at least there is a lesser chance of encountering a lover with a p*rn addiction who would gladly date an 18 year old at 28 years old.

Plus, I think I ultimately do prefer women. My parents will just have to deal with it. If my siblings don't want to bring my nieces or nephews to the wedding, then that's fine. I won't take it personal. It's just the world we live in, I'm not going to let that get in the way of me finding my true love.

This has been a weird three weeks. It feels like it's been a year, within these three weeks alone. I definitely stepped into a portal for a different course of action. In many ways, I am impatient to get to the end. However, since I am in this still movement, I might as well put all of my energy into doing the best I may do in my classes. I cannot turn back time to the beginning of the semester, where I should have placed my foot on the gas sooner. That's it. The remnants of the way I used to be were still there, and I don't hold a grudge against myself for it. I just don't.

I don't hold a grudge for anything. But the bad parts I've done, I'll always say sorry.

I love this establishment so much. In fact, I adore this whole place so much. I mean, I'm trying so hard. I am trying so hard, to be honest. I mean what do I do? When me trying my best is still not enough to where I want to be.

The net result is positive. Ultimately, I am still going upwards. I just feel so antsy.

Am I feeling ashamed that I haven't been as good as others, as good as the girl I want? Whoa, these chips and salsa are delicious.

I should be a little gentler on myself. That's the only way I was able to get where I am, by being gentle and understanding. Face it, I've always moved slowly. I have never found a problem with that. Actually, come to think of it, I've always hated it, but I've accepted it. I have to continue to accept it. And the difference is, I have to stop hating it. I have to embrace it for what it is. It'll take me a long time to get to where I am. You got a fast car, I want a ticket to anywhere....

I miss my poetry professor so much.

But I love my new one, so so much.

I can't let this opportunity fly by. I've always let it all, fly by. I see the end before I can learn to appreciate what's in front of me.

I feel sad about my ex. I will always feel sad about him. I don't gaf about the others anymore, they were stepping stones for me to jump through. Nothing more. (Nothing less.)

But he was my real friend, despite how mean he was. By now, he admits how mean he was, and that means the world to me. The denial made it worlds more painful, but he's not denying it anymore. I am grateful for that.

Either way, I can't let other people stop me from walking the path meant for me. I can't let my parents stop me, I can't let my ex stop me, NO ONE.

I do wish I started this journey to the institution of education sooner, but fuck it, there's little difference from me starting as a stupid 13 year old girl and me starting as a stupid 22 year old girl. And I say stupid with affection. Perhaps a better word is a foolish girl.

Why do I want a PhD in English? I wish to have a PhD in English because I can't get enough. I have a hunger to keep digging the hole deeper, to see if there's an end. And if there isn't an end, I'll happily use the rest of my mortal time to savor the feeling of my shovel against the mud.

I desire to teach.

I desire to light the spark in other people, to watch other people rise to heights above mine.

[the-star-scribe]

For kinktober perhaps can we get a Sova x reader (she/her or they/them doesn't matter whichever you prefer) something in public a little risky and very messy? Maybe almost getting caught? I'll let you have your fun I'm excited to see what you come up with :)

oh yes i like this one 

Desperation | Sova

Summary: After being apart for some months, the where and when just didn't matter

Warnings: public sex, unprotected sex (use protection irl pls), use of a tie as a gag

With the situation between the Alpha Earth and Omega Earth heating up, it left very little free time between missions. Which meant no time to spend with Sova as a couple. Sure you and him would occasionally end up on the same mission together, but it's not you and him can go on a date in the middle of a gunfight. At best there was a kiss after the mission.

The first and second month were no problem. You're both mature adults and honestly have been too busy to really care about the lack of sex. The third month, it started to seep into your mind. You missed his touch, he missed yours. But again, too busy for anything. Fourth month, you started thinking about him while on missions. The way he always took his time to to thoroughly enjoy your body and make you feel good? You'd do almost anything for just a night with him.

It's seven months before you and him manage to be in the same city for longer than a few hours. By now, you've become antsy. And so has he. He may be incredibly disciplined and have a lot of self control, but he's still a man with needs. Needs he aims to meet in this very rare free day you both have.

Sova made reservations at a nice restaurant and booked a room at a hotel away from the other agents for you both. He underestimated exactly how much he missed seeing outside of a mission when he saw you in that dress.

"You look amazing, my love," He says, his keen eyes not leaving you for a second.

You smile, reaching up to kiss his cheek. "Not too bad yourself."

It's not very often you get to see Sova all dressed up in a suit, but when you do it's a sight you take in gladly.

Dinner went great. Conversation always flowed easily between you and him, laughter and smiles a common sight. The three glasses of wine were no detriment to that, only loosening up inhibitions. As in you admitting to wanting a short dinner to rush over to the hotel. Given that he spent dinner undressing you in his mind, imagining the different things he'd like to do to you, he shares in that want.

Before leaving, you go to the bathroom to fix your make-up, having accidently smudged your eyeliner a bit from laughing so much you teared up. Though apparently the task is taking too long, Sova knocking on the door.

You open the door, your smile knocked down seeing the look on his face. “We have another mission, don’t we?”

“Brimstone just called. We have an hour to get ready.” He slips past the door, closing it behind him.

“Damn it... Guess we won’t get that night in the hotel, huh?” 

He removes his suit jacket, putting it on the coat hook behind the door. “Not quite.”

“Oh? Here?” You ask, sounding surprised but your hands are already working on his belt.

It’s unlike him even considering the idea of fucking in some restaurant’s bathroom, but then again, sexual frustration can make a man desperate. And considering the seven months of nothing more than quick kisses and the hour you and him have before another mission, he’s very desperate.

He sits you on the edge of the sink, pushing your dress up to allow him access. His fingers find nothing as they go up your thighs. “No panties?”

“Couldn’t be bothered with them.”

His lips are on your neck as he pushes two fingers inside you, reveling in every sound you make. Normally, he’d take his time, make you cum once or twice before putting his cock inside you. But there’s no time for all that, just enough to make sure you’re wet enough for him.

You let his belt drop to the floor, unzipping his pants next. While you’re usually not very rushed in sex with him, tonight is a different story. You slip your hand behind the waistband of his underwear, taking his hard cock into your palm and stroking.

“I need you inside me.” 

“And I need to be inside you.” Sova grins, positioning himself between your spread legs.

There’s a moment of silence and stillness as he pushes himself inside you. The relief of finally being able to melt away the desperation making any other sensation that isn’t this fade away. His hands move to grip your ass, keeping you as close as possible to him. You both almost forget the setting, that is until muffled sounds of cheering seep through the door. Not that it makes either one of you care for the publicness of it all.

Sova is a cunning and calculated hunter. Doesn’t misstep. Doesn’t miss his target. Doesn’t rush through his aim. It’s an attitude he takes into the bedroom. His thrusts are usually slow, but deep and with strength behind them. But here in this restaurant’s bathroom, he’s less hunter and more animal. 

His hips slam against yours in a fevered pace, the sound muffled by the clothes you’re both still wearing. You know you’ll be sore later but with the way it feels like his cock is hitting into your ribs, you don’t mind. Nor do you mind the finger marks he’s going to be leaving on your ass from his tight grip.

“Fuck, Sova-” Your eyes roll back as a knot forms and tightens in your lower abdomen. 

He cuts you off with his lips for a messy kiss, partly because he simply wants to and partly because he can’t have you too loud. Can’t have you and him getting caught in act. 

However, you’re getting lost in the pleasure, making maintaining a kiss near impossible. His solution? Stuffing his tie into your mouth. It works, keeping your volume low enough to avoid detection.

“You look so pretty.” He says into your ear before he drags his lips down to your neck. Your suit covers you neck, no harm in leaving a mark or two, right?

As you start getting closer to the edge, a knock on the door makes you both freeze, your hearts pounding in your chests.

“Hello? Someone in here?” The voice on the other side asks, trying the doorknob with no avail.

“Yes, someone’s in here.” Sova responds, waiting a moment or two after the doorknob stills before returning to fucking you.

Checking his watch, the hour deadline he was given much closer than he would have liked. He shifts your position, pressing your legs towards you, changing the angle he’s fucking you in. The way your eyes grow wide and then roll back tells him he’s hit the spot he aimed for. He never misses, of course.

Tears start to well in your eyes from the amped intensity, the knot in the pit of your abdomen becoming almost impossibly tight. You’re not the only one close to coming, the way he’s begun to dig his face into your neck. The nips he gives on your skin tells you he’s not far behind you.

Your orgasm ripples through you, his name muffled by the tie. A shame considering how he does love hearing you say his name. His unrelenting pace falters as your body clench around his cock, dragging him over the same edge you fell from. His teeth sinks into your skin, though not enough to break skin, keeping himself moaning too loud as he pumps his seed into you.

You pull the tie from mouth, panting. “Fuck... We needed that.”

“We did.” He slides out of you, allowing himself a moment of indulgence to watch his cum drip from from inside you. “We really did.”

Sova helps you off the sink edge, keeping an arm around you for balance purposes. It’s not uncommon for one to lose balance after getting railed and he’s too sweet a boyfriend to allow you to struggle even a second. 

After quickly cleaning up and fixing your appearances, you both dash out the bathroom with stupid grins on your faces and the hope no one puts two and two together.

And no one in the restaurant does. At least, no one who was physically present. Unbeknownst to you and Sova, Cypher hacked into the place’s camera system after Brimstone asked him to find you two as the hour mark neared. It took maybe two minutes before his facial recognition program picked up a sighting. He’s not oblivious and put together what probably occurred in the bathroom. As one of the best keeper of secrets around, he elected to omit his realization from Brimstone. No reason to publicly announce such a private thing, even if it was done in public.

“They were held up in the restaurant but I assure you they are on the way.”

It’s a secret Cypher later uses to tease you and Sova, much to the latter’s embarrassment and chagrin. Though you think it’s funny seeing your love’s face flush red at the memory.

[mackenzielovee]

could you do a blurb where rafe and yn get into an argument and he sleeps on the couch and then goes back into their room to make up. sounds so silly worded lollll

why yes bestie i can! took me forever to come up with something they would fight about so i made y/n hormonal. oops! but i wrote this quick thats why it's short so hopefully it's up to standards. pls enjoy and let me know what you think! xoxo

warnings: mentions of pregnancy, forms of birth control, swearing

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ambivalence blurb: don't try this - rafe cameron

The fact that you know you're being irrational is not enough to stop you. Rafe's patient, as you know he is, but even he is getting a little antsy not knowing how to fix your irritability. He stands in the kitchen scooping ice cream for both of you, eyeing the TV every so often as he does so. He'd turned on Die Hard before you had emerged from your shared bedroom, impossibly pregnant and grumpy as can be.

"Do you want chocolate chips, sweetheart?" he asks, sprinkling some over his own.

"No. Strawberries."

You squirm on the couch, whispering down to your son that he better behave, because you're not getting up to go to the bathroom again. Rafe raises a playful brow, staring at you until you look up at him.

"Magic word?" he teases.

You glare at him, not finding it funny at all.

"Your son is dancing the Macarena on my bladder right now. The least you can do is put some strawberries on my ice cream, considering this is your fault."

Rafe snickers, but when you don't even crack a smile, he sighs and steps over to the fridge to get the strawberries out. You know if you weren't so uncomfortable, so pregnant, so exhausted, you'd never be anything like this.

He cuts them up the way you like it, then carries both bowls into the living room.

"It takes two people, you know. To create that," he points to your stomach after you take your bowl from him, "Hardly fair to blame me."

"Feels fair to me," you grunt.

"Hmm, not when it was you who was all over me the night we made him," Rafe continues, not catching onto your glare, "I mean, I specifically recall you whispering in my ear-"

"If you repeat it to me right now, I'm going to sleep at my parents until this boy comes out," you threaten, stabbing your spoon through the hefty scoop Rafe had given you.

Rafe just laughs, kicking his feet up on the coffee table. You take a deep breath and eat your ice cream, pretending not to notice how he'd made it just the way you like it because you're irritated with him.

"Next time, we'll be more prepared," he promises, pointing to the pack'n play you'd demanded Rafe go out to buy this afternoon.

You'd read online how great they are, and when you realized the two of you didn't have one, you'd acted as if the world was falling apart. Rafe had researched, then gone out and purchased one just to ease your mind.

"Next time," you snort, taking a large bite, "I'm going on birth control the second this sucker makes his appearance."

Your words are muffled by the ice cream in your mouth, but Rafe still understands them. He shakes his head, taking another bite.

"We'll talk about that another time," he says quietly.

You throw your spoon down in your bowl and gape at him, waiting on him to elaborate what he means by that comment.

"What?" he questions after a minute.

"There's nothing to discuss," you counter, "You don't have to carry a child for nine months while he demands Big Macs and ice cream with strawberries, and makes you pee every five fucking minutes. If I want birth control, I'm getting birth control."

Rafe sits up and sets his bowl on the coffee table, scooting a few inches closer. He sets a hand on your knee in hopes of comforting you, but for some reason, it only irritates you more.

"Sweetheart," he says carefully, "I'm not saying you can't be on birth control. I said we would discuss it when you're..."

"When I'm what?" you challenge, watching him puff out his cheeks when he can't figure out how to finish that sentence in a way that won't make you angry.

"When you're not running on pure emotion," he finishes, smiling lightly when he thinks that may have been decent.

You frown, "When I'm rational like you, is that what you mean?"

"No," he says. You can tell he's starting to lose his patience by the way he sighs.

"So, what's your big argument?" you carry on, setting your ice cream bowl down with Rafe's, "Why are you so against me being on birth control?"

He clenches his jaw, but his hand stays on your leg. He pats it affectionately, and you guess that may be more for him than for you.

"Again, not against it," he repeats, "It's just a discussion we need to have together. You know, if we decide we want to have more kids-"

"Then I can stop taking it," you shrug.

"Okay," he nods, although he's not done, "I'm not sure you can just start and stop taking birth control like that-"

"Oh, and you became an OBGYN when?" you ask, cocking your head to the side as you question him.

He groans and collapses back on the couch, tangling his hands in his hair.

"Jesus, baby, come on. This isn't a me versus you thing. I'm just saying we should talk about it," he tells you, focusing his gaze on the TV.

You opt to not say anything, because you're not sure how you truly feel right now. Part of you wants to cry and cuddle into him, another part wants to scream at him, and the rest wants to remove this baby immediately.

The silence stretches for the rest of the movie. Every time you steal a glance at Rafe, he's staring at the screen, but you can tell he's not engaged in the film. He's thinking, replaying the argument in his head. You just pull your blanket up to your chin, praying for the movie to end already.

The second you see the credits, you throw your blanket off and attempt to stand. Rafe offers his hand before he can even realize it, but you don't reach for it.

"I'm going to bed," you tell him, reaching down for your bowl to take it into the kitchen.

"I'll get it," he says quietly.

You release it and nod, then turn and walk into your bedroom. You change into your favorite pajamas and pee again, before brushing your teeth and climbing into bed. You lay with your back to the door, somehow feeling spiteful even though you know in your heart Rafe hadn't said a single wrong thing in that conversation.

You lay awake and replay the entire conversation, and your guilt combined with the coldness of the bed makes it unbearable. Wondering why he hasn't come to bed yet, you check your phone. He has to work in the morning and it's late; later than he usually goes to bed.

Furrowing your eyebrows together, you toss the blankets off and climb out of bed. You pee (again) before emerging from your bedroom and finding the living room dark. Faintly, you can make out Rafe's tan, shirtless skin on the couch, his back to you and a blanket covering his lower half. You can see the low glow of his phone light, so you start over to him. The movement alerts him to you being in the room, so he turns around on the couch and looks up at you.

"What's wrong?" he asks, sitting up as you near him.

"No kiss," you explain softly. The apology sits on the tip of your tongue, ready to flood out.

"Right," he nods, then leans in and presses his lips to your stomach over your shirt, "Night, buddy."

He leans back on the couch, tucking one arm under his head to support him as he looks at you. His eyes are lined with sadness, and the fact that you put it there kills you.

"Rafe," you smile softly, "I meant me."

The grin that forms on his face makes your heart beat faster, making you feel like you did all those nights sitting out by the pool and getting to know the real version of him.

"That's just unacceptable, isn't it?" he jokes, still smiling.

"It is," you agree with a nod, "Might have to rethink this whole ring thing."

Rafe shakes his head, "Nah. You've already got the baby in you, you're in for the long haul whether you like it or not."

You chuckle, and Rafe scoots over so you can sit down beside him. His arms open quickly and you collapse into them the way you have millions of times, not falling at all short of your favorite place to be. He kisses your temple and listens to you sigh contently, shifting your head so you can press your lips to his neck.

"I'm sorry," you whisper into his skin, "You're right. We will have that conversation together, later down the line. I shouldn't have snapped at you like that."

Rafe exhales all of his emotions away and squeezes his arms around you. He thinks about how lucky he is to have such a woman; one that communicates and apologizes when she's wrong and doesn't let her ego get in the way. Another kiss presses into your forehead, and you smile softly under it.

"I imagine if I had someone dancing the Macarena on my bladder, I'd be a little snappy, too," he smiles.

You scoff, "He's really pushing it."

Rafe lets out a laugh, and you know everything's good. You hate that he felt the need to stay out here, that he was planning on staying out here all night. Completely unacceptable.

"We're almost there, baby. He'll be out before you know it," he promises, "Then, he can eat his own Big Macs and ice cream with strawberries."

You grin and turn to him, eyeing his lips, "Thank you for cutting up the strawberries the way I like them."

"You're welcome," he whispers, "What was it you said about a kiss?"

You smile but roll your eyes, watching him grin as he leans down and presses his mouth to yours. His tenderness, his passion and his taste still get you after all this time, melting into a puddle on the couch.

"Rafe," you say when he pulls away. It's an attempt to gain his full attention, not realizing even after all this time that you always will have it.

"Yeah?"

You smile softly at him before you say, "I'll give you ten babies, if that's what you want."

Another grin; the idea of seeing this view every single day for the rest of your life soothing every worry swimming around in your head. His grin could solve any and every problem that could arise for either of you at any point.

"Well, I appreciate that, sweetheart, but I'll have to get a better job if you want to go for ten."

You laugh and so does he, both of you passing off the entire argument as a bad night.

"I don't want you to sleep out here," you declare.

He laughs, "Come on. You need to get your rest."

He pats your leg to get you to stand, which you do. You watch him rise, shirtless and stretching out his muscles when he does so His hair is a little messy and he still looks a tad vulnerable. Your eyes rake over him shamelessly, and he chuckles when he notices.

"Sweetheart, you can't demand birth control one minute and then look at me like that the next. I'm pretty sure that was the look that made him-"

"Just let me look, Cameron," you hold up your hand to silence him.

He sighs, tucking an arm around you, "Yes, Mrs. Cameron."

Your head snaps up to his, watching a smirk form at the ends of his lips. Your mouth waters as you wonder how such a person could exist, let alone love you the way he does.

"I like that," you say quietly.

He starts walking toward your room, pulling you along with him. When you reach the door, he leans down and gives you another kiss, reveling in the smile that emerges from you after he does so.

"Me too, baby."

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[6okuto]

Felix thinks his hair has become too long so he decides to cut it just a little bit, but things go wrong and he cuts it too short, really really short. I want his reaction, Rime's reaction (he is back with the group idc we changed him lol) and mc's👀 Maybe at the end mc fixes his hairstyle (felix with an undercut >>>)

— felix accidentally cutting his hair too short

i dont think/know if felix could pull off jay's undercut from windbreaker but i just want to say i haven't even read windbreaker and i would risk it all for him. if jay asked me to play in traffic i'd do it just for a chance with him

tfw you cut a little too short and you say you'll fix it by cutting everything else and it just keeps getting worse

felix stares at himself and tries to plan how he's going to hide this from everyone, especially mc and rime, not realizing mc had already walked in looking for him

"felix, are you in—oh." "mc! wh-what are you doing here i—please stop looking at me like that"

y'know that look on your face when you're trying not to smile or laugh and failing miserably. "trying out a new look?" "spare me."

when mc tries to reassure him that it isn't that bad, whether they're being honest or not, felix just keeps pouting and covers his face with his hands

"i look the same as i did years ago. dreadful."

the fact that this is literally what every man does on purpose. i couldn't even help him here like

"does it look as terrible as i think?" "you definitely...did something guys from earth would do?" "well, that tone of voice isn't exactly comforting."

mc telling him they think he's cute and pretty either way and felix hiding even more because now he's flustered

he refuses to come out of his room.

extremely quick to panic because he knows he's going to get relentlessly bullied for this. the only person who's seen him is mc and he makes them promise not to snitch </3

but without knowing what, exactly, he's done,, anisa makes mc drag him out because he really can't miss this group meeting

there seems to be a new permanent pout/scowl on felix's face

and i think rime is very witty. i think he can think of multiple ways to joke about this scenario. but the first time he sees felix,, completely unexpected ??

rime just starts laughing. straight up cackling. "i didn't think you missed being a teenager this much"

he isn't in here but rime :handshake: sage > making fun of felix

"on the bright side, you look younger. maybe by 10 years but i'm sure that was the goal?"

it's okay guys i can see rime wringing the fun out of it before teasing him and saying he doesn't look horrible. something something i'm sure our beloved mc will adore you either way

Someone Get Felix Out Of There 😔

he looks down a lot and if you watch you can spot him reaching for hair longer than what he has, feeling the shortness and noticing how awkward it is

going back to his room, faceplanting into the bed, and groaning, "do you think i could wear a hat of some sort for the next few months, or maybe find a spell to make hair grow faster? surely there's something to make me invisible at will."

when mc realizes that felix is genuinely upset about it they offer to help try to fix it

"i really can't handle the thought of this getting any worse" "you can trust me, i promise" he sighs but sits in front of the mirror anyway

tangent i would have offered to cut my own hair to make him feel better but that's just me

i think it would be fun if felix had a sensitive neck. y'know when the hair falls on your neck and you brush it away. sorry. moving on

every cutting noise in his ears makes him tense up until he's accepted whatever his fate is. something something the 5 stages of grief

are we rocking with felix with an undercut?! i need someone to draw this

he definitely. isn't used to it. but he's still very grateful that mc was able to help. probably stares at the mirror for a solid 10 seconds in silence before mc gets antsy and says "i know it isn't great but it'll grow out eventually. i'm sorry if you don't love it...i guess it's pretty different from what you had before, huh?" and he gets panicky again before reassuring and thanking them

he could probably kiss them rn to be honest (he kisses them rn.)

[devildomdisaster]

I'm sending this assuming that requests are open. If not, feel free to ignore this, haha

Can I request the bros reacting to mc getting annoyed and worried during a thunderstorm, and when they ask why mc answers with something akin to "my dog is terrified of thunderstorms, so it's become instinct to find him and comfort him"?

I've been slow to answer requests lately. Sorry, this took so long.

Lucifer:

Your constant pacing is annoying him. Lucifer can’t figure out why you are so agitated, and your pacing is starting to distract him from the paperwork he has to have done by morning. “It’s just a thunderstorm, Mc please.”

You whip around to glare at him so quickly he is taken aback.

Nothing in your expression says fear, and to be honest, Lucifer is relieved you don’t seem to be afraid of the storm. He hadn’t handled the situation well and he wouldn’t ever want you to think he cares so little for you that he would brush aside your fears as if they meant nothing.

Now that he is thinking clearly again he changes tactics.

“Mc, my dear, what has got you so upset?”

“My dog hates thunder, and I always have to comfort him during a storm. He’s not here. But I can’t help but worry. And it’s just instinct now I guess.

Lucifer seriously considers bringing your dog to the Devildom.

But the trouble that would get him into, the paperwork, Diavolo, the chance that some sort of harm could come to your pet dissuades him from that idea.

“I’m sorry mc.” and he really does look distressed that he can’t help you.

Until he realizes that Cerberus isn’t the biggest fan of thunder either. Cerberus’s room is more protected from the noise of the storm but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like attention and comfort during a storm.

Lucifer takes your hand and silently leads you down to Cerberus.

You are understandably reluctant at first but Lucifer assures you that Cerberus is completely docile while he is around.

Soon you are snuggled up against the three-headed dog and Lucifer is finishing his work on the ground next to you.

Mammon:

Mammon bluntly asks you what has you so annoyed

“Oi human, what’s got ya all antsy?”

The way he says it makes you want to fight him just a little.

But he’s a demon and there’s no way a human could scare him with a little glare. Well normally your glare might scare him just a bit, but the look in your eyes now is tempered by the worry that is so clear on your face.

He drags you to his room and has you explain exactly why you are so worried.

Mammon asks you all about your dog.

He somehow distracts you by getting you to tell him all kinds of cute and funny stories about your dog.

You end up sitting with Mammon for hours, music playing in the background, almost completely forgetting about the storm.

He definitely wants to meet your dog now.

He’ll even go to Lucifer to get permission to visit your home in the human realm so you can both see your dog.

Levi:

You are distracting him from his gaming and it takes Levi a second to process that you might need his comfort.

“If you are going to be a distracting normie, could you at least not pace in front of the screen Mc?”

You apologetically move away from the screen towards the door.

“W-Wait! I didn’t mean you should leave! What’s wrong?”

You hesitate not sure if you want to tell him now, but then you spot Henry in his fishbowl.

“My dog hates thunder,” you say refusing to look at Levi and staring at the fishbowl instead “I usually have to go find him when a storm starts. But he’s not here, and I dunno… I think it’s just like instinct to comfort him but I cant so…”

Levi gets it.

He has so much love for his pets. Even the ones that grew into giant demon-eating monsters that don’t even recognize him.

He’d do almost anything for them.

You can’t go comfort your dog, but maybe Levi can comfort you?

He’ll try, even if he is blushy and nervous.

You’ll spend the storm exchanging stories about your pets and watching animes that are eerily similar to your situation. Like ‘My demon dog hates storms but I’m in the human realm and now the storms make me anxious because I can’t help but worry about him.’ and ‘My crush is worried about her pets and I almost messed everything up, but don’t worry I think I can help!’

Satan:

It’s no secret this demon is more of a cat lover.

But he still cares about your dog because he cares about you.

Blunt demon 2.0

Straight up asks you about your behavior as soon as you start acting weird. Although he is much more polite about it than Mammon.

“Mc, is there something you want to talk about? You seem distressed.”

“No!” you snap “Yes? Maybe? I don’t know Satan. This storm is driving me crazy! Every fiber of my being tells me I need to go find him. But he’s not here and I can’t help but worry and I know you mean well but there is nothing you can do to fix this.”

“Oh, well I don’t know if I would say there is nothing I can do. But who is he, kitten?” he asks gently, trying to understand

“My dog.”

You stare at him as he goes rummaging through the piles on one of his bookcases. After several minutes he turns triumphantly to you holding an ornamental metal hand mirror out to you.

It looks beyond old, and it’s surprisingly heavy and sturdy when he hands it to you.

“Just think of your dog and look in the mirror.”

“Like beauty and the beast?” you joke.

“Where do you think the ‘beast got the mirror in the first place?” Satan asks.

“I-What? You mean you-”

Satan’s eyes glint “That’s a story for another time, but yes I gave the ‘beast’ his magic mirror. But the fairy tales butchered the actual story,” He sighs.

You look in the mirror as instructed and see your dog with your family, tale wagging, dashing across a grassy field after a ball.

You smile “Thank you, Satan. This really helps.”

“Anytime Mc”

Asmo:

Asmo is telling you about his latest Devilgram post and how his followers “simply loved seeing the picture of you on the Ferris wheel with him,” when the first clap of thunder rolls through the air above the house of lamentation.

When you jump up at the sound Asmo thinks you’re afraid of the storm.

He carefully places the top to the nail polish he was using back on the bottle before focusing on you. “Darling, are you ok?”

You shake your head, pacing to the door then back to your vacated seat on Asmo’s bed.

“Mc darling can you tell me what’s wrong?” Asmo analyses your expression quickly, he’s looking for fear but doesn’t find any.

“It’s the storm,” you murmur “My dog can’t stand thunder and I’m used to going to find him when a storm starts. But I can’t really do that here so I’m stuck not knowing what to do with myself.”

“Oh Mc, that’s absolutely adorable!”

You glare half-heartedly at the demon.

“Don’t look at me like that!” Asmo pouts “I can’t help but react when you act so sweet.” he hums in thought for a moment.

“Is there someone taking care of him now?”

You nod “Yes, but I still worry sometimes.”

“I know darling. How about we go ask Lucifer if you can go for a visit tomorrow?”

You perk up at the thought and Asmo grins “Good, then we’ll do that first thing tomorrow morning. But for now, do you think we can distract you with a movie and some facemasks?”

Beel:

Beel doesn’t want to intrude, but he can’t help it when your mood starts affecting him.

He can’t enjoy the snacks he just bought when you seem so upset.

“Mc… will you tell me how I can help you?”

The sincerity of his question shocks you for a moment.

You blink up at him, feeling heat blooming in your cheeks.

“I’m sorry Beel, I didn’t mean to ruin your snacks”

“It’s ok Mc, you're more important.”

“It’s just that storms bother me. My dog hates them and when I can’t be there to comfort him I get… well like this.”

Beel nods and asks if you’d like to do something to take your mind off the storm.

“I don’t really know if I can just forget about the storm, you know?”

“That’s ok, how about we make some comfort foods then?”

Beel has you choose some music to play in hope of concealing the sound of thunder and you end up talking about your dog and cooking your favorite foods.

Beel is content helping out even if you aren't in the best of moods as long as he can help cheer you up just a bit.

Belphie:

Belphie is already annoyed that the thunder is keeping him from sleeping.

So your mood fits right in with his.

You can both be anxious/ annoyed little terrors together.

The rest of the brothers are giving you both plenty of space.

Somehow having someone in a similar mood as your own is helpful.

You can both be a little snappy without the other being offended or impatient.

You probably end up in a pile of pillows and blankets with Belphie. You're both a little restless but eventually, the comfort of the blankets and Belphie’s warmth calm you.

He’ll make sure you’re ok, with gently probing questions to find out what caused your mood.

He can’t exactly help your situation, after all, he doesn’t have the power to bring your dog to the Devildom and he doubts Lucifer would let him anyways.

But he can, and will let you talk if you want, and if not he’ll support you in silence.

He likes it best when you are happy but he knows there are problems he can’t solve.

He’ll ask if you’d like to dream about being home with your dog and if so he’ll influence your dreams.

[bellarkeselection]

Ch 17 - Legal Battle

Part 18

@stellarosedutton co author

Falling for my Bestie

Jamie’s pov

Jamie was sitting on the couch, looking over the papers "legally he can't do that, because Kayce signed the birth certificate and has the rights to Tate. I'm gonna fight this for you, and make sure that Tate stays with you both. I'll represent you in court on Monday, and I'm not gonna stop until you have your son safe with you at home." He says, reading over the papers carefully and inspecting everything that is written. "Monday morning, be dressed accordingly and presentable for your court hearing. We are Duttons, no one is gonna mess with us." He says, knowing that he was the best damn lawyer in the state of Montana and he could win easily. 

Kayce's POV

Fighting with my tie for about two more times I run my hands down my face until Y/n enters the room wearing a flowered shirt and a skirt with some boots she borrowed from Beth. “I don’t you strangerling your tie baby is gonna make this go away.” I sigh, dropping my hands so she can fix it the right way. “This is stupid. I already signed the papers. He’s legally my son.” She rests a hand to my cheek, her eyes locked on mine. “I know that as does everyone else in this family. But….he’s also legally his father too.” Taking her hand in mine we headed to the truck with my dad and Beth following behind us. Jamie is already at the courthouse waiting for us. Grabbing my black cowboy hat from the dash I put it on walking to my brother. “My future with Tate is all up to you.” He nods showing me his folder with documents. “I’ll ensure you get to keep him. You have my word.” The five of us entered a large courtroom. Walker and his lawyer at the left table. Y/n and I sit down with Jamie at the right table. The judge sits down announcing to the room. "We are here for the trial of custody over Tate Dutton!" Y/n grabs my hand under the table whispering in fear. "Kayce, I'm scared." Those words send shivers down my back. She's said those once before when we were teenagers in high school. 

"Thanks mrs. L/n. I have an idea of where she is." I tell her mother through the phone riding on a horse out to our secret campsite. Y/n had gotten rejected by a guy she had a crush on for a year today during lunch. Dismounting my horse I push through some leaves finding her in our little clubhouse. Her knees hugged to her chest, lightly sobbing. "Ka - Kayce?" I crawl over to her sitting beside her. At age 14 she shouldn't be feeling like this. Staring at my bestie I clutch my hands into fists wanting to punch the stupid guy that did this to her. Y/n sniffs laying her head on my shoulder. 

"What if I don't find a guy who likes me?" Turning my head down to her I wipe away her tears. "That's ridiculous Y/n. You're an amazing person." She sniffs her cheeks red from crying. I put my light brown cowboy hat on her head, weakly smiling. "Thanks Kayce, you're a really good friend. I'm - I'm scared..." Brushing her hair from her face she shivered causing me to wrap my arms around her. "It's okay, I'm right here. I'm always here."

Y/N’s POV

Y/N gripped Kayce’s hand, slightly nervous as she watched Jamie stand up as she squeezed Kayce’s hand tightly as she saw Walker sitting on the stand as she held Evelyn who was sleeping in her arms while Tate was sitting next to them at the defendant’s table where Jamie had gotten a hold of Walker’s prison records and everything that he had been arrested for as she swallowed slowly while watching Walker get antsy in his seat as she knew that Jamie was gonna defend them, and make sure that Tate remained with his parents and sister as she sat in the chair and hoped for the best outcome of the trial for their 9 year old son who was just as nervous about this. She was on the edge of her seat as she awaited the judges’ decision to be decided as she continued to watch Walker as he spoke his piece as she held Kayce’s hand calmly

Tate’s POV

I don't want to be here. People are staring at me while the man in the big chair keeps mentioning bad things about the guy at the other table. My mom told me that my real dad lived nearby but I don't know him. I know who my dad is, Kayce. Little Evie is asleep in my mom's arms. Wrapping my arms around myself I just want to go home. The ranch is fun and not scary like this place is to a nine year old. "We will have a short lunch!" The big guy bangs something on the stand. Dad picked me up carrying me out as I saw my uncle Jamie flipping through papers. "Daddy, when can we go home?" He sighs whispering to me while mom stares at grandpa and auntie Beth. "Soon son. Hopefully real soon."

Y/N’s POV

Y/N noticed the upset in our son’s voice, looking at him as she was fighting back tears as she looked at our son “come here son, come sit with your mama. She has some stuff to tell you about your real father, stuff that i figured you should know about now that you are old enough to understand it” She says, her eyes filling with tears as she took a deep breath “you’re real daddy is a bad man, and he went to jail. So you have only known Kayce as your daddy, and that’s how i had hoped to keep it but now your real father wants full custody of you, and mama is fighting so hard to keep that from happening because you have loved living on the ranch and i want you to live there. You belong there, with your pony and your grandpa. This is our home, and we aren’t gonna stop fighting till you are home with us”

Kayce’s POV

Reentering the courtroom for the trial the judge decision is announced. "Hearing all the evidence it is clear that Tate Dutton belongs with his rightful father…" Y/n squeezes my hand tightly and Tate does the same to my other one. "His rightful father is Kayce John Dutton. Let us recognize that Walker is also his father by blood. This trial is dismissed." I feel my shoulders drop in relief picking Tate up smiling and he laughs alongside me. "Grandpa, auntie Beth!" He races hugging the pair. Y/n wipes away happy tears until I hear loud footsteps coming towards us. "You're no better than me Dutton. You've done things that would put you in prison if it weren't for your brother!" Spinning on my feet I see Walker who throws a punch but I block it. He tried hitting me again so I twisted his arm behind his back. "Picking a fight with the Livestock commissioner isn't a good choice Walker. Besides, I fought for this country!" I growled until he elbowed me hard in the rib making me drop. "Walker quit it!" Y/n cried pushing in between us but he threw her backwards making me punch him in his jaw. He grunts, tackling me onto the floor punching me in the nose. Jamie tried breaking up the fight but Walker grabbed his briefcase from his hands hitting me in the head. I hear a loud ringing in my ear and my vision blurs seeing Beth kick Walker in the nuts before security arrives. Y/n rushed over tears in her eyes. "Kayce, Kayce!" But I close my eyes, the pain being too much.

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Hi boo! I wanted to take part in your event if that's okay! I'd like the character(s) to be a surprise and I'm also completely open to poly ships, love them, even! I'm Sunny, She/Her. I'm the good student type, very focused on my studies, determined and ambitious, but as soon as I get out of class, I love the unexpected, the unknown, the adventures. As much as I like planning my far ahead future, I really enjoy not knowing what tomorrow will bring, like buying random plane tickets and leaving on my own without a dime in my pocket. I spend most of my time reading, writing, studying, traveling whenever I can. My love languages would be words of affirmation and physical touch. Tell me if you need more info, thank you so much for this event ❤️

MHA Match up - Touya Todoroki/Dabi X Keigo Tamaki x Reader (College AU)

Summary: You’ve been hitting the books a little too hard lately, studying for finals like your life depended on it and maybe it did. Touya was amazingly helpful, being your study buddy throughout the whole ordeal. It helped that he was a year above you, he had already been there and done that with a lot of the Gen Ed courses you were taking. Keigo was far more relaxed about the finals, preferring not to stress over them, but it was easy for him to say, he picked up on things so easily and his photographic memory did him so many favors. It came in handy in other ways too. While Dabi was your study buddy, Keigo was the one taking care of you both, feeding you, making sure you guys did find your way to your bed after you just couldn’t stay up any longer. You wouldn’t have believed that Keigo’s carefree attitude would rub off on either one of you but now that finals are over the three of you were off on a surprise adventure that was all Dabi’s idea.

Word Count: 3282

A/N: Thank you so much for joining my Fall in Love Event! I hope you like how this has played out! I really love the dynamic between them. Thanks again!

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You place your feet on the dashboard, your bare feet wiggling as you’d removed your sandals, this unplanned road trip was just what you needed after the dreaded finals week was officially over! It couldn’t have ended at a better time. You’d been ready to crawl into bed and sleep the moment you returned to your apartment. Those plans were derailed obviously, but you knew something was up as you’d been heading toward the bus stop, you’d left your car because Touya had dropped you off for your last exam that morning before he headed to work. Keigo had been still asleep in your bed when you both had been getting ready. To be fair, that man had the world's worst sleep schedule.

Warm fingers slid into your own, you stopped walking so quickly that Dabi had almost knocked you off your feet, his low growl in your ear as he curled his arm around your middle to keep you on your feet was well worth his irritation as you turned to look up at him. “I thought you were working!” You exclaim not at all bothered by the fact that a few of the college kids leaving have to weave around you both, but you don’t care. Your attention was all for him.

His fingers squeeze your own a little tighter his own way of telling you he’s not happy about the earphones in your ears, it was one of the reasons you hadn’t heard him call your name when you’d left the Science Building. He’d been waiting to catch you, but he’d just missed you having gotten taught up in a conversation with Tomura and Toga, when they had spotted him waiting for you. Getting the petite blonde to stop talking was nearly impossible. Thus he’d cut her off and told him he’d catch them later as he’d seen you leave through the crowd.

Touya was the one always harping on you about being aware of your surroundings. It was a safety thing, he was just trying to protect you. He knew some horrible things happened on College Campuses and he didn’t want any of those to happen to you, it was one of the reasons usually Keigo or himself would meet you outside your late night classes. It also said that he didn’t want to have an argument about them.

“I took a few days off -” He started but was immediately cut off as your hand raised to press your wrist against his forehead, checking to make sure he wasn’t sick. He looked a little flushed along the cheeks as your warm skin pressed against his forehead reminds him of what his mom used to do, when he was little. You’re much more attractive for worrying about him. Not that he doesn’t think he’s mom was cute, he does, but you're one of the ones he wants to spend the rest of his life with, so it’s different. That was another conversation to be had later, but he’d been working a lot of extra hours lately for something special, something you and Keigo weren’t aware of just why he was doing it, but Keigo knew something was up, that golden boy didn’t miss a damn thing and he was pretty sure he was snooping around his room when he’d been out.

“I’m fine,” he told you seriously, the scowl on his lips made you slid up on your tiptoes and plant a kiss on at the edge of his lips, just to hear him give a low growl as he curled his arm around your back and claim your mouth for a proper kiss, swallowing down your laughter and loving the feeling of your fingers in his hair. Yeah this was exactly where he wanted to be.

“Alright, Alright,” You tell him as you break away. “So why the time off?” The two of you had resumed walking as he led you toward his car. “It’s a surprise,” he told her with a grin, watching your face morph into a pout at the fact that he wasn’t going to tell you. Dabi already slid into the driver's seat by the time you stepped off the curb after shooting a hurried text to Keigo asking him if he knew what the surprise was. His only response was a winking emoji face which only caused you to round on the car to the passenger seat with an irritated huff. You hated being out of the loop when the guys planned things without you. It was a great little bonding time for them as they loved to tease you over what you didn’t know. You got them back though in ways that neither would ever forget.

“Don’t pout Princess,” Dabi told you with a smirk as he shot you a glance as he backed out of the parking spot and began to head toward the apartment you all shared. He wouldn’t be the first to admit the relationship the three of you had was a little odd, roommates turned shared lovers was not something that could easily be explained, but you didn’t need any labels, there was no jealousy in your relationship and things were usually open and relaxed, but today was the exception, it had to be as the surprise was for you and he refused to tell you, he was stubborn like that.

You round on him as he stops at a red light, you’d been shooting a flurry of texts back and forth with Keigo, Dabi knew because he could see the way your thumbs were flying from his peripheral. He expected you to start pestering him with questions so when you didn’t, he let his teeth sink into his lower lip, scraping his teeth over his own lip piercing as his fingers tightened on the steering wheel. He didn’t want to fight with you, but the silent treatment was making him antsy. “Baby,” You ask him, as you lean over the console, your hand pressing the rest of your body toward him, this position gives you too much close contact with placing your lips so close to his ear. “Will you please tell me where we’re going?”

Touya shot you a glance with his bright blue eyes slamming to the light as he waited for it to turn green. It would turn green soon, he was sure of it. “Touya,” you ask softly, he can hear the smile in your voice as you know you’re about to get him to crack. His sigh of defeat is music to your ears as you lean back in your seat with a satisfied grin sliding along your lips. “So -” You start, letting the word drag on, as he rubs his free hand along the side of his neck where your breath had fanned over him, you did that on purpose you knew all his weak spots. “Where are we going?” you ask him again, waiting expectantly. There was no way your plan would fail you.

He had just turned into the parking lot of the apartment and pulled into one of the spots as he shut off the car and pulled his keys from the ignition. “Do you really want to know?” he asked you as he clicked the doors to unlock, he cast you a sideways glance, you didn’t catch the smirk that slid along his lips. “Yes!” You can’t help but exclaim as you throw up your hands as if that’s the most obvious answer. “We are going on a road trip,” he kept this voice as uninterested as possible as he got out of the car and closed the door, able to hear your scream of frustration before you had even opened your door. His laughter that you could hear as he walked away, should not have caused you to smile a little, you were supposed to be mad at him!

He wasn’t running from you, but his long strides were taking him further and further away from you. He let his fingers drag through Keigo’s hair as the other had been loading some bags into his SUV. You guys were taking his vehicle because it was going to be far more comfortable to ride in than his two door Mustang. “She’s all yours Hawkeye,” he told him. Keigo curled his fingers into his shirt and hauled his mouth down to his own for a quick kiss, not about to let him disappear that easily. Dabi let his fingers curl along his shoulder before he pushed away from him. “How pissed is she?” Keigo wondered his gaze darting to where you were still sitting in the passenger seat of the car. “Very,” Dabi told him with a chuckle before he disappeared into the apartment to make sure they weren’t forgetting anything and he had some extra things to pack up away from prying eyes.

Keigo watched you for a moment as you slammed the car door shut, only to stare for a moment at your bag on the floorboard and have to open the car door again to get it out, so your attempt at proving your point was lost. He chuckled to himself, his fingers dragging forward through his blonde locks to fix them, as he came over to you, your bag hanging between your fingers. He took your bag and slung it over his shoulder as he curled his arms around you from behind his chin resting on your shoulder as he nuzzled against your neck. “What’s wrong Songbird?” he asked softly, his voice low and soothing, but he already knew, he knew how much you hated not being in the loop.

“Keigo,” you mutter his name, a soft prayer on your lips as you let your body sink against his own, all solid muscle and comfort. “He’s such an asshole,” you grumble and you can feel the Blonde smirk against your neck as he tilts his head, a single golden eye raising to peer up at you. “Tell me something I don’t know,” he tells you with a chuckle, his fingers digging against your sides and he’s tickling you before you can even truly suck in a breath to comment on his obvious bullshit answer. You’re laughter is filling the apartment parking lot and can do nothing more than wiggling against him, attempting to break free, but it’s half hearted as he drags you back against his chest and after a few more moments of torturing you, he’s stopped with the dragging of his fingers into your sides and they instead stroke along your sides in a tender moment of domestic bliss.

“How was your Exam?” he asks gently, enjoying the feeling of you in his arms. He won’t ever admit that he’s been a little left out given all the time Finals have taken up, but he understands; he’s just feeling lonely. Your fingers move to rest atop his much larger ones and you let your thumbs brush over his knuckles and he presses a kiss against your neck as he waits for your answer, his hip shifting to press against Dabi’s Mustang. “I think it went well, but just glad it’s over you know?” you told him and for a moment you let your head fall back against his chest. “Me too,” he can’t help but agree as he shifts your stance; he presses your back against the car as his mouth claims your own, his tongue sliding along your lower lip and your fingers tighten on his forearms as you feel his tongue enter your mouth.

Some time in between the lazy kisses between you two Touya had returned and he stood leaning over the open driver side door of Keigo’s SUV watching the two of you. Some of his friends wondered how his relationship revolved around two people, one of them another guy no less, some wondered how the three of you got along like you did, many wondered if jealousy would have played a role, the answer was no, not really. It might have been if Keigo wasn’t interested in him too. He knew how lucky he was. The love each of you felt for each other was equal, neither stood above the other as it should be. He might have continued to watch the two of you if it wasn’t for the fact, they did need to get on the road. He enjoyed watching the two of you. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t tease you two a little, better him than your damn nosy neighbors. You know the ones who had their opinions ready to pass out, no matter if you asked for it or not. He just didn’t like to share the two of you with anyone.

He whistled, the sound sharp and clear, one of those wolf whistles and Keigo knows it’s him and he’s also one of the more observant, so he’s very aware of the fact that he’s watching them. “Let’s put on a show for him, wadda ya say?” he murmured in your ear. Your low chuckle is the only answer he gets before your arms curl around his neck and press your lips against his own and he hooks his arms easily along your legs and your legs curl around his waist, but your breaking the kiss and resting your cheek on your arm that’s still curled along his neck over his shoulder as your gaze is on Touya’s lingering form.

You stick your tongue out at Dabi, aware by his scowl as his gaze sweeps the apartment lot, that he doesn’t like the fact that you two are being so chummy in public. He’s such a sucker for keeping you both safe, but his protective nature isn’t something that truly bothers either of you. “Do you know where we’re going?” you ask Keigo as he walks with you easily across the lot toward the car. “Not really, but he’s pretty tight-lipped about where, but he told me to take a few days off work about three weeks ago,” he told you honestly. “Wherever we’re going he wanted it to be a surprise,” he flashed Touya a bright grin as he stuck his tongue out at him as he took his time getting to the SUV. “This sort of adventure isn’t usually his thing, I’d wager this is for you,” he admitted to you softly.

Your fingers press against his shoulders as you lean back in his arms, feeling his other hand travel up higher on your back to accommodate your shift of weight without any sign of discomfort. Your men had no issues carrying you at all. He doesn’t miss the way your eyes fill with guilt and regret for getting so angry with him when Dabi had only been wanting to do something nice for you, to surprise you. He loosened his hold on you and you slid to the ground at the front of his vehicle. His fingers travel along your shoulder before he’s disappearing into the back of the car, your bag safely being stowed away. He’s giving you two a moment to clear the air before the trip. That didn’t mean he wasn’t being nosy about it, the blonde was leaning his elbows on the console from the back seat, his shoulders touching the front seats as he watched you move toward their dark haired Prince.

Touya frowned as you moved around the vehicle and ate up the distance toward him. He couldn’t see your face because the wind had blown your hair in front of your face, but he could see the tension in your shoulders, he caught the tremble of your lower lip. He sucked in a breath your name, a soft question on his lips, his blue eyes concerned. You slid your arms around his waist and he curled his arms around you without needing conscious thought. As your cheek presses against his chest, your ear over his heart listening to its rapid cadence. He can feel your fingers curl along the fabric of his shirt across his toned stomach. “I shouldn’t have gotten so mad earlier.” He closes his eyes with a sigh as his arms tighten around you, before he places a soft kiss on your temple. “You know it’s no big deal,” he says gently, hoping to reassure you and when your hold only tightens, he knew he’d have to go another route to get you to see that it wasn’t a big deal. “I love riling you up,” he can’t help but tease with a sexy chuckle, his fingers traveling up and down your back in light scratching motions. “You’re cute when you're angry,” he can’t help but continue, feeling the way your body tenses against his own. As you shove against his chest and his hold only tightens on you as he claims your mouth with his own, his hand cupping your neck as he bends you back as he deepens the kiss and your fingers curl on the fabric of his jacket.

Keigo shifts his body till he’s half way on the console of the car, he’s just as bad as Touya with watching you both. “As hot as this is we should probably hit the road or we’ll never leave the apartment,” he calls out, as Dabi sets you back on your feet, his palm cupping your cheek, his fingers curling along your neck for a moment over your racing pulse. “I’ll give you a hint (Y/N), you’ve been there before and loved it,” Dabi told you before he directed you into the SUV, you were going to go around, but instead he directs you to the drivers side and you scoot over the console Keigo has vacated and slide into the passenger seat, you look down to see your sandals on the floorboard and you smile softly at the gesture as you change out of your shoes and slip on your comfy sandals and expose your painted toes as you lean back against the seat. “I think I’ll let this be a surprise,” you tell them both watching as Touya starts up the car and you lean your seat back a little more your arm stretching up over the head rest and Keigo laces his fingers with yours from the back and you other hand reaches over to across the console and Touya’s fingers curl with your own as he begins the start of your adventurous trip.