#i'm not sure if this is what you're looking for anon!

[cherrybr4t]

mingyu and ab riding? God everytime I come back to the CK shoot another part of me diesss

no bc ure so real for this anon.. i stand and stare in awe every time i walk past calvin klein. 🧎‍♀️‍➡️🧎‍♀️‍➡️🧎‍♀️‍➡️

mingyu and ab riding (+18, mdni)

WARNINGS: idol bf!mingyu (calvin klein mingyu) & non idol gf!reader, riding on mingyu's abs., praise (f rec), not much warnings tbh but! enjoy <3

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it's no secret that your boyfriend is a total gym rat, and he takes absolute pride in maintaining his physique. you get reminded of it time after time - be it him walking around with just his sweats, or when he steps out of the shower with the towel barely hanging on his hips.

and tonight, you gawk at your boyfriend mid-netflix-watching when he steps into the bedroom with just his calvin klein boxers. he dries his hair with a towel and you salivate as you observe how his muscles tense with every moment he makes.

"god, is this the episode where yang leaves seattle?" he hops into bed; to be specific — on top of you, while you're on your belly re-watching grey's anatomy.

"i can't breathe gyu," you choke out as you feel yourself deflating into the mattress the longer your giant puppy of a boyfriend is perched on your back.

he rolls off to the side, sending you accusatory comments that you've just called him fat and that you don't love him anymore. to which you giggle and roll your eyes.

"dramatic much? sometimes you're like a fully grown dog who still thinks they're a puppy. you're not a lap dog gyu,"

he props his elbow up, turns to his side as his head leans on his hand — "nope, i refuse. i am your lap puppy,"

you get distracted once again by mingyu and the way his chest muscles tense and the way his abs contract while giggling.

"baby, why are you acting as if it's the first time you've seen me shirtless," mingyu smirks as he noticed how spaced out you've become, with your eyes darting around frantically his frame.

"are you ovulating?"

you snap out of it and smack him lightly on his chest.

"ow, i'm just asking.. based on my calendar and memory though, it does seem like it's about time,"

you drag a sigh out, fingers drawing out random figures on his abs.

"just amazed. how do you look exactly like all your pictorials — especially the calvin klein ones,"

mingyu giggles, little canines poking out while getting shy, "well, just giving you more bragging rights to all your friends baby,"

"yeah, cause it's all mine right? only i get to see and touch you for myself," you boldly brush your hands all over your boyfriends body, silently claiming the man as yours and only yours.

mingyu grabs your wrist halfway and pulls you in closer, "yeah baby, all yours to touch and play with, wanna see what else these muscles of mine can do?"

you giggle and nod as you look at your boyfriend through your lashes, the sultry atmosphere of the room seeping in.

he lies flat on his back and has you sat right on top of hips.

"remove your pants for me baby, and don't forget your panties too,"

you cock your head to the side, not sure what your boyfriend has up his sleeve but you abide by his instructions nonetheless. wiggling out of your night shorts and panties, you prop yourself up, straddled on your boyfriend's hips again.

"sit on my abs baby," you move up closer, bare cunt in contact with his defined muscles. he twitches the moment he feels your cunt already seeping juices onto his stomach.

"good girl, now make yourself cum with my abs," he crosses his arms behind his head, completely relaxed as he watches you intently; with a small smirk on that smug face of his.

"gotta mark your territory right baby? come on, you're not going anywhere til you've came on my abs,"

your cheeks radiate a certain tint of red as you feel both your cunt and and face getting warmer. you steady your thighs, before starting to move up and down the hard and textured abdominal muscles of your boyfriend.

"that's it, fuck baby you're fucking drenched," he peeks at his stomach, only to find his muscles glistening with all your juices.

you whimper, feeling encouraged by mingyu and his filthy words towards you. you were determined to paint every crevice of his muscles in your juices, your cum.

"f-feels good gyu," you balance yourself by grabbing onto his chest, allowing yourself to grind down on his abs with more pressure and at a quicker pace.

"yeah baby? you're doing so well, so desperate to cum for me aren't you," he groans and you feel his hard on start to poke at you from behind through his boxers.

you nod so fervently, feeling the pressure and ball constrict in your lower abdomen, like a tightening coil that's threatening to break loose any moment soon.

"i'm so close gyu — fuck, please please," your voice starts to crack as you feel yourself inching closer and closer towards that euphoric moment.

he reaches a hand towards you, creeping underneath your nightie to tug at your nipples. he plays with the soft fat around, before focusing on playing with your perked up and sensitive nipples.

"come on baby, give it to me — need to feel you cum all over me,"

"that's it baby i can tell you're right there, cum for me,"

with a few more encouragements from mingyu, you feel the knot start to unravel as you jerk uncontrollably on top of your boyfriend, breaking out in a string of moans that crescendoed, and shouting out your boyfriends name in cries.

you feel your boyfriend tense up under you, "so good - fuck baby, fuuuuuckkk" you feel a warm sensation through the stretch of his boxers.

as you came down from your high, you realised that you made your boyfriend come untouched.

"gyu did you...?"

"fuck...yeah baby... couldn't help it. you looked so fucking hot getting off like that right on top of me i-"

"shh shh" you smile, heart beaming with pride before leaning down on his chest.

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a/n: soo.. ITS BEEN A LONG TIME ! but i'm sorta back. and with my current mingyu obsession, this ask couldn't have came at a better time! i hope you like it dear anon,, <3 muacks!!

[mylovesstuffs]

OT13 reacting to their s/o giving birth

Request: Hello!! Can I request a Seventeen OT13 fluff/crack/comfort reaction to reader giving birth? Like for each member the member and reader react differently? Like reader having a hard time with wonwoo’s child because of his wide shoulders, Vernon being unfazed as usual as his wife screams at him, reader having no tolerance for pain and is panicking so Mingyu panics too, etc

A/N: I'm so sorry for keeping you waiting, anon. This took much longer than I expected. I actually finished writing it yesterday, but my draft got deleted, and I was so frustrated that I nearly cried. I had been working on this for a week while juggling other writing projects and a busy, stressful schedule. Instead of breaking down and giving up, I sat down and rewrote everything from memory. Since it was my second time writing it, I at least had a clearer idea of what I wanted to do. I knew that if I didn’t finish it now, it would end up delayed for another week or more, and I didn’t want that. Also, I pushed other queued requests back to finally get this one out since it should've been out earlier but I wasn't done with it. I really hope I did justice to your request! Thank you for your patience 💓

Seungcheol: To me it feels like his leader instincts kicking in like it’s a group comeback 😭 You’re physically drained and can barely push anymore, so Seungcheol will be holding your hand tightly, his voice steadying you: “Just one more, baby, you’ve got this. We’ll meet our little one soon.” On the inside, he’s panicking but doesn’t let it show because he knows you need his strength, "Breathe, babe, breathe!” Wait, should I breathe too?! Once the baby is born, he’s in tears, holding your hand like, “You did so well. I’m so proud of you.” and kissing your forehead. Then proceeds to take the title of Best Dad very seriously.

Jeonghan: “This is YOUR fault!” you scream at him as another wave of pain hits, and Jeonghan, instead of being offended, just grins cheekily, “I know, I know. But look at me—I’m right here. You’re doing amazing.” He is unfazed and mischievous, even while you're snapping at him but don't get me wrong. He's like, "It’s okay, just a little more!” while secretly panicking and muttering, How does one raise a tiny human? He just doesn't want to look panicked in front of you and scare you. When the baby arrives, he jokes, “Wow, this kid’s already prettier than me. Must’ve gotten it from me.” Yes, he's like that—but in a moment of seriousness, he looks at you with so much love, “You were incredible.”

Joshua: You’re crying softly, scared and overwhelmed, and Joshua immediately cups your face gently, “I know it’s hard, but you’re so strong. You can do this. I’ll be here the whole time.” He's very soft and attentive, the perfect mix of calm and emotional. He never leaves your side, murmuring prayers under his breath. Holds your hand and whispers comforting words the whole time, “You’re amazing, you’ve got this.” When the baby cries for the first time, he literally cries too, “This is the best day of my life.” He lets out a laugh of pure relief and joy as his face says, This is our miracle. He insists on singing the baby a lullaby immediately. Sunday morning rain is falling in form of lullaby

Jun: Wait, I think I need to sit down—oh no, wait, you’re the one doing all the work! Chaotic but sweet, Jun is trying his best to be strong for you, but his emotions are all over the place. You’re gripping his hand tightly, shaking your head, “I can’t do it, Jun. I really can’t!” his heart clenches at your words but he then immediately leans in, his eyes wide but sincere, “You’re already doing it. Look at me. One more push, and we’ll meet our baby.” The sheer trust and love in his gaze give you the last bit of strength you need. After the birth, he’s SO emotional, holding them like the most delicate thing in the world in complete awe with wide eyes, “Wow… they’re so small. Are you sure they’re ours?” He traces a careful finger along the baby’s tiny hand, his eyes softening even more. “They’re perfect… just like you.” His lips press a lingering, grateful kiss to your forehead before pulling back, his eyes shimmering. “I love you. Both of you.”

Hoshi: He's excited and maybe a little too energetic. Freaks out every time you make a noise, “IS IT TIME?!” even if you’re just asking for water. During birth, I feel like, his s/o will be yelling from the pain and accidentally yell at him too lol. “STOP TALKING, SOONYOUNG!” you shout during a particularly painful contraction, and he freezes, wide-eyed. “Okay, I’m sorry! I’ll be quiet—but I’m still here!” When the baby is born, he’s crying harder than you are, clutching your hand, “WE DID IT! I mean, you did it! I’M A PAPA TIGER! Look at our little cub!” while also jumping up and down yelling.

Wonwoo: Wonwoo is the reliable rock you need. You’re biting your lip, trying not to scream, and he notices your trembling. He leans closer, his voice soft, “It’s okay to let it out. I’m here for you, always.” He stays by your side, holding your hand, his thumb gently rubbing the back of it to soothe you. Every now and then, he murmurs, “You’re doing so well,” his voice laced with admiration and respect for his beloved. When the baby is finally born, he doesn’t say much at first—just stares in awe, holding them close with a small, amazed smile. After a long pause, he finally whispers, “So this is what pure happiness feels like.” Theb he looks at you, eyes full of love, and promises, “I’ll be the best dad. For both of you.”

Woozi: Stressed but trying not to show it. Internally writing 15 songs about his emotions while saying, “Do you need anything? Water? Ice? A new husband?” all while trying his best to keep his emotions in check for your sake but low-key failing. “It hurts so much!” you cry, and Jihoon, though visibly worried and internally panicking, keeps rubbing your back, “I know, love, I know. Just a little more, and it’ll be over. You’re stronger than you think.” Once it’s over, he’s stunned silent, staring at the tiny life in his hands in awe, whispering, “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to write anything more beautiful than this.” Then he looks at you, his voice soft: “You’re incredible.”

Dokyeom: Your overly enthusiastic cheerleader is trying his best. But when you let out a scream, “AUGH!” Seokmin yelps even louder, “ARE YOU OKAY?!” despite knowing full well that you’re not. He’s gripping your hand so tightly—probably too tightly and almost crying with you. “YOU’RE DOING GREAT. I’M SO PROUD OF YOU!” Then, mid-contraction, he suddenly panics, “Wait, do you hate me right now? I think you do.” You glare at him between deep breaths, and he flinches, “Okay! No talking! Got it!” When the baby is finally here, Seokmin completely loses it, his happy sobs are the loudest in the room. “We did it! Well, mostly you, but we did it!” He’s melting, practically sliding to the floor as he holds the baby, overwhelmed by joy. Someone has to hold him up before he turns into a puddle of emotions.

Mingyu: He’s the definition of chaos with a side of tears. “Why is it taking so long?!” you cry out, exhausted and frustrated, and Mingyu, who has been pacing non-stop—pauses for a second before nervously responding, “I don’t know, but I’m here! We’ll get through this together, I promise.” He’s trying so hard to be helpful, but his clumsy ass is in full force. “Do you need water, baby? A towel? Oh no, I dropped the towel! Wait, where’s the doctor—should I call someone?!” The moment the baby arrives, Mingyu’s emotions explode, he’s full-on sobbing, barely able to form words. “You’re amazing! Our baby is amazing!” He cradles the tiny newborn like the most precious thing in the world, holding on so tight that the nurses have to coax him into letting them check the baby. “No! They’re so tiny! So perfect! I’m NOT letting them go.” spoiler: he doesn't. they have the check the baby from his hold.

Minghao: Zen but emotional deep down. He’s by your side, reminding you to breathe like a yoga instructor, “Inhale, exhale, you’ve got this.” But you are still exhausted and losing focus during labor, “I can’t do it,” you mumble weakly, and Minghao immediately takes your hand, his calm voice grounding you: “Yes, you can. Focus on me. Deep breaths. You’re stronger than you know.” After the baby’s born, he holds them with the gentlest hands, his eyes full of tears. “You did so well,” he whispers, brushing hair out of your sweaty face. “This is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever experienced.” His face is all smiley with streaks of dry tears down his cheeks as he kisses your nose, “This is the start of a masterpiece. You’re amazing, my love. I love you”

Seungkwan: The most emotional and slightly dramatic of them all. “Are you okay? Is the baby okay? Am I okay?!” He’s running on pure nerves. The situation escalates quickly when you reach the peak of labor, and it’s similar to Hoshi’s. “STOP TALKING, KWAN!” you snap, breathless from the pain. He gasps dramatically, clutching his chest, “I’m just worried! But okay, okay, I’ll shut up!” He’s jittery, constantly checking on you, the doctors, and the monitors, whispering prayers under his breath. The moment the baby is born, all his anxiety vanishes, replaced by unfiltered joy. He holds the baby, bawling his eyes out, voice shaking as he says, “This is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” Then, looking at you with pure adoration, he sniffles, “I’m going to spoil them so much.”

Vernon: Surprisingly calm but mostly because he’s in shock. You’re gripping the bed rails so hard your knuckles turn white, trying not to scream, and Vernon, who notices how much you’re struggling, leans down, holding your hand. “You’re doing so great,” he says. “We’re so close, babe. Just a little more.” He doesn’t say much else, just keeps his grip firm, standing by your side like an unshakable pillar until you give birth while internally thinking, This is wild. When the baby is born, he stares at them for a long moment before finally saying, “Wow… we made this. That’s crazy.” But then, as he holds the baby, his normally neutral expression softens into something breathtaking. His heart eyes are fully showing— completely smitten, both with the baby and with you.

Dino: Our Dino is flustered but super supportive. “Do you need me to do anything? Tell me what to do—I’ll do it!” He’s hovering, heart racing, watching you struggle through the pain, and it’s breaking him. When you sob, “I can’t do it, Chan!” he nearly panics himself, but he quickly shakes his head and crouches beside you, rubbing your back. “Yes, you can,” he says firmly, “You’re the strongest person I know. Just a little more, I’m right here!” The second the baby arrives, his stress vanishes, replaced by pure joy. His grin is so wide it almost hurts. “I’m officially a dad! We’re parents now, love! Can you believe it?” He holds the baby with so much pride and tenderness, already making promises. “I’m going to be the fun parent. You’re going to have the coolest childhood ever, little one.” and holds their pinky.

[alexusonfire]

Are You Not of the Flesh?

Joan Ramsey x Witch!Fem!Reader

1 Corinthians 3:3 - For you are still of the flesh. For while there is jealousy and strife among you, are you not of the flesh and behaving only in a human way?

A/n: Anon had asked for a possessive Joan a few weeks ago... an idea too wonderful not to write. Apologies it took so long Anon, hope you enjoy 🧡

Warnings: blood, biting, little bit of smut

Joan Ramsey didn't like to be kept waiting.

Her foot tapped impatiently against the wooden floors, the toe of her heel clicking and clacking. She'd made dinner tonight, just for you, and you couldn't even be bothered to show up on time. The clock hanging above the dining table mocked her, each minute ticking by with a crushing weight on her chest.

She knew exactly where you were too, huddled up with those… colleagues of yours next door; just thinking of your laughter ringing through their halls, not hers, left a bitter taste in her mouth. What was so special about that damned school anyways? What was it, specifically, about those women that so easily held your attention, when she was right here. You didn't need anyone else, especially not them.

Joan couldn't stand it. Not anymore.

You were hers, and hers alone, and she'd make sure you and everyone else knew it.

“Baby?” you called into the half-dark house, “I'm sorry I'm late we were just-”

You stopped short at the sight of her, clearly ruffled and upset. Her gaze was sharp and unforgiving, hands clenched on the counter in front of her. Her eyes followed the bob in your throat, and a small thrill of satisfaction ran through her at the tentative way you approached the island.

“How nice of you to show.” Joan snipped,“I certainly haven't been waiting for the better part of an hour. Shall we see if the food is still warm?” she gestured behind her to the still-steaming meal, a large smile plastered on her face.

You were only ten minutes late at the most, but her sardonic tone told you it may have well been hours. The length of time made no difference; you were late, and she was pissed.

“I should have kept a closer eye on the time. I'm sorry.”

Joan simply tsked, ignoring your apology completely. She filled a plate, dumping the food rather unceremoniously before placing it down on the table.

“Sit.”

Knowing better than to defy her, you sat without uttering a word, your fingers curling into each other as you waited for her to join you.

Joan had other plans however, unbeknownst to you. Instead of serving herself, she came up behind you and placed her hands on your shoulders.

“Go on. Try it. I made it special just for you.”

Heart racing, you picked up your fork and skewered a fair-sized bite. Despite the nagging thoughts rising in your skull (you knew what she'd done to her husband and son after all…) you chewed and swallowed, scooping up another bite without hesitation.

“It's delicious Joan. I think you've outdone yourself.”

She chuckled. Her fingers dug into your skin, the sharp pain eliciting a small grunt from you.

“Flattery is a sin, dearest. Eat more.”

A command, not an offer. The silence stretched on painfully long as you ate, Joan's hands still tight on you. Scraping the plate clean, you didn't dare leave a single bite behind. A soft hum sounded from behind you, and you thought perhaps her mood had finally eased with your obedience.

“Now that you're satiated I'm sure you'll go running back to those harlots, won't you?”

Fuck.

“No, Joan. I'm staying here, with you.”

“Mmm. For how long? And hour? Two?”

You didn't dare look behind you. Didn't dare move. There was a game afoot, and you weren't entirely sure of the motives behind it. Joan had only done this to you a small handful of times since the beginning of your relationship, and you were not fond of the consequences when you lost.

“I'll stay as long as you want me to.”

A long, slow exhale. Not a good sign. Her nails dug into your shoulders hard enough to make you wince. Warm breath washed across your neck, the little hairs on it suddenly on end as she invaded your space.

“How long do you want to stay, little mouse?”

The nickname squeezed through her teeth was also not a good sign, especially when she was in a particular sort of mood. Despite the blood pounding in your ears, your answer came easily, and honestly. You knew never to placate Joan; she demanded truth and nothing but.

“Forever.”

Fingers wrapped around your jaw, tilting your head to the side. Her lips ghosted the shell of your ear while she toyed with the button on your trousers, flicking them open with ease. Teeth scraped against your skin, making you jolt, and you had to bite back the moan sitting in your throat. Normally she was so… docile when it came to touch, usually preferring a more vanilla approach in the bedroom. You certainly hadn't seen this side of her before, nor ever expected it.

“Baby what- what are you doing?” you asked, voice surprisingly hoarse. Joan chuckled behind you, dark and low; it sent shivers slithering down your spine.

“Making sure those filthy sluts next door know that you're mine.” she whispered. Her sharp canines suddenly sunk down into the junction between neck and shoulder, the hand resting on your lower abdomen sliding into your pants at the same time. Breath hitched in your chest, you let out a strangled moan as pain and pleasure shot through you, both teeth and digits sinking into you with such ease you could only wonder if you were made for just this…

Joan nearly faltered at how wet you were.

There was no room to think, to speak, to breathe, as she brought you to your peak once, twice, three times, her jaw never faltering from your flesh. The sharp pain had ebbed to more of a dull throb, though you knew you'd be bruised and bloody for all to see. For them to see, just as she wanted.

Limp, blood trickling past your collarbone, your chest heaved as you tried to make sense of your surroundings; you were in such a haze that you barely registered the soft cloth Joan used to gently clean you, or her humming one of her favorite hymns.

“I'm suddenly feeling a bit peckish dear. Would you sit with me while I eat?”

Mhmm, was all you could manage. Joan continued to hum, a few words escaping here and there as she filled her plate. The chair legs scraped across the floor as she pulled it next to you, wanting, needing to keep her eyes trained on your pretty new wound.

“So… tell me about your day.”

[velvetvexations]

I guess Plaidos is doing that thing where she unblocks me to reblog me again lol.

Accusing me of pretending to be a trans woman is in fact misgendering me. I am a trans woman. I provably have a voice that can only belong to a person AMAB or someone who's tried very hard over a long period of time to masculinize their voice, so if I'm not a 'TMA' person, you must be necessarily be accusing me of being a man, although it would not be any better if you were saying I was any other kinna non-trans woman either, because it's still misgendering to say a trans woman is faking being a trans woman regardless.

You're misgendering a trans woman when you say I'm not a trans woman. You literally said me claiming to be a trans woman is the same as a conservative man making an attack helicopter joke. You can apologize for that at your leisure.

Extremely conceited. You come up on my blog fairly infrequently, but you have over fifteen times the followers I do and what you say has reverberations in trans discourse, so sometimes I get anons letting me know what new hornet's nest you've kicked off. I don't look at your blog because it makes my skin physically crawl. The fact that you're an Actually Popular Trans Woman on Tumblr, unlike me, means that you're going to get talked about occasionally because every time you say some dumb shit your gaggle of idiots is ready to enthusiastically vomit it at the other minority groups you call slurs.

Sincerely, get the fuck over it, you're either a prominant transfeminist literary analysist or you aren't.

It's literally a content warning, because you're a hateful and offensive person, but it's wild I should even have to defend that since 'transfeminists' will tag posts hating on me on a regular basis for no particular reason.

If you actually do go through that tag, you'll see that I tend to only ever talk about you in response to people bringing you up first, or in the case of you misgendering me, you talking about me first. The only real exception is that I made two posts about the Dropout discourse you blatantly started for attention, which was (a) still brought to me by anons since I'd not have known you were responsible for that otherwise and (b) a special interest of mine I was really fucking pissed off that you were fucking up with the bullshit that special interest was an escape from.

I'm not sending anyone to do anything, moron.

Your vanity is not charming. I've talked about you lately in direct response to you talking about and misgendering me. You are discussing me too dummy.

I don't think you should be transmisogynistically harassed, but I'm absolutely fucking not responsible for someone with fifteen times the followers I have getting backlash to things like defending a 4chan slur for non-binary people. Like, no, actually, someone taking issue with that is not on me, and considering what you think counts as transmisogyny, I'm not really sure I even buy your characterization of said backlash, especially if they're "directly referencing" anything I say.

Completely unsupported by your behavior! Do you remember when you were randomly like "if you're wondering what velvetvexations is up to, she's saying you can call trans women hysterical because they don't have uteruses" when that was not what I fucking said?

I've tried making the same "I'll never mention you if you don't mention me" offer to people who obsessively stalk my blog before, including people who I would never talk about anyway because they don't have nearly the same presence on this website. I've asked them to stop screenshotting my blog and lying about me and getting anons sent to my inbox as a result. I've reported them to Tumblr, who doesn't consider it harassment. Each time the people stalking me - which is what they were actually doing to me, unlike me occasionally commenting when someone tells me you've caused some new discourse - was laughed at and told I simply deserve it or bring it upon myself.

Once again, you position yourself as a serious transfeminist activist and you have the following to back it up. You have influence in the conversation around transfeminism and as a trans woman I have a right to talk about it. Tell people to stop parroting your every word, or better yet, entirely stop kicking at trans men and non-binary people literally every day. Like literally every day you do this, it's why I can't look at your blog because it fucking repulses me.

You don't do anything to help trans women. You don't care about trans women. You care about being cruel to other trans people and using that to prop up your own crumbling ego. I would love it if your opinions weren't unfortunately popular and constantly being widely disseminated among others, but like, they are, and it's fucking disastrous for everyone involved. I don't hate you more than any other dumbass radfem.

I've helped TERFs deradicalize and retransition. You will never in your life do a quarter of what I do for transfeminism. The most you will ever accomplish is being an aggressive contrarian who's too unoriginal to come up with headcanons that weren't popular with transmascs first and claiming it a win when you say they're too stupid and shallow to interpret art correctly.

[the-borgias]

Hi, could you please tell me how to do this slanted layout? the-borgias*tumblr*com/post/695485491217334272/one-chicago-appreciation-week-day-one-favorite

Hi, Anon! I'm sorry this took me a few days to answer but I struggled making this tutorial (not because the process itself is difficult but it is difficult to explain it properly.) Anyway, here's the gifset Anon is asking about. I hope this is easy to understand and I also included a .psd file of the layout :)

PSD FILE OF THE GIF ABOVE & TEMPLATE

What you'll need:

Basic Photoshop knowledge (I use Photoshop 2023)

Basic knowledge on how to make layouts (here are a couple of tutorials: x x)

Basic knowledge about layer masks (tutorial)

STEP 1: Make a basic layout

You can do pretty much any layout you want but for the sake of the tutorial I tried to recreate the same template I used in that gifset. I'm assuming you already know how layouts/templates work so I created a 540x540px canvas and went to View > Guides > New guide layout. I used these settings:

And this is how my canvas looked like:

Now I pressed (M) to use the Rectangular Marquee tool and create the rectangles I wanted. This is my end result:

STEP 2: Tilt the layout

This is actually pretty easy. First we're going to select all our layers. I paired mine in groups so they looked like this:

Once we've selected all of them (groups, layers, whatever you're working with) press Ctrl + T. Your canvas should look like this:

And we're going to tilt it by changing the angle to -2.00 in here:

Now our layout is slanted! But as you can see we have transparent spaces we need to fill. I don't know if this is the easier method to do it but I use the Polygonal Lasso tool (L). I'll use the first orange box as an example:

As you can see I use a ridiculously big zoom so I can be as accurate as possible but it's basically impossible to create a perfect box, so this will work. Once we have selected our desired shape we'll use the Brush tool (B) to paint in the layer of our original orange box:

You have to do this with every box so it's a bit tedious but that's the way I did it 🤷‍♀️ This is the end result:

STEP 3: Place the gifs (using Layer Masks)

But now, how do I know which size my gif should be? Our initial measures won't work because our final boxes are bigger so here's what I do. I'll select the Polygonal lasso tool again and make sure I select a little bit more of the box I'm measuring, like this:

It's a little hard to see it but the dots are just a little bit bigger than the orange shape. To be more accurate, my original box was 178x87px and the shape I selected is 174x100px. So I'm going to make a 174x100px gif and place it right above the background, like this:

Now we're going to select the layers of our gif (I'm assuming you're working with a Group because it's easier) and click Ctrl + the orange box. You should see this in your canvas:

And now create a layer mask in your gif group (if you don't know how to do it check out the tutorials I liked at the start of the post.)

Now you can delete the orange box. And, once again, you have to do this with every box and write down the measures (and remember that all your gifs must to have the same number of screencaps!)

I hope y'all don't mind that I didn't create 8 different gifs lmao I was too lazy so I just used a big gif as a background and made 4 small gifs. This my end result:

For the background I merged the remaining boxes and used that to create the layer mask. I'm not going to explain it since I believe it's much easier if you check out the psd file.

And that's pretty much it! It's the same as making a standard layout you just have to be careful with your gif measures. Oh and also see how my gifset shows those white marks between the gifs under a dark background?

Well, that can't be avoided since we aren't working with straight lines (you can see the same effect in the 2nd gif of this set, different layout but also not straight lines) so we'll just ignore them.

I hope this was helpful (I lowkey feel like this tutorial is a mess) and if you have any questions feel free to ask :)

[dsireland86]

Can i request a Noah Sebastian x fem reader fic? I was thinking maybe she reader is a good friend of the Bad Omens crew and she wants to give Noah a special gift while on tour since he's been so burnt out and Maybe it's set a little after Keaton Pierce passed away and he hasn't really had time to grieve and gifts him a Photo of him and Keaton with a note written by him on the back of it maybe? and he gets emotional and they confess feelings?

Oh man.... this hits hard. Okay, I think I can do this. 💔🖤 I've never written anything regarding Keaton or his passing. I've kind always felt scared to. But when this request hit my inbox, it made me realize that maybe I've never given myself the proper time to mourn his loss. It will be 3 years he's been gone, and yet every time I listen to Too Close Too Touch, it feels like he's still here. I still miss Keaton every day. Writing this story has been healing. Thank you to the Anonymous who's asked me to write something so beautiful. I hope I can capture the emotion of what Keaton really meant to us all.

*Author's Note: I waited on posting this story, given the fact that none of this story is factual, but it involves something that's really personal to not just me, but to others, I'm sure. In no way shape or form is this story meant to disrespect Keaton or his death. It is just something I thought about when thinking of how it affected Noah. I know, it's silly. But for someone like me who didn't know Keaton personally and was affected by his death, I can't imagine what his friends and family felt. Again, this is just a fictional story based on actual people. If you're offended by the idea, then please don't read it, not just for me, but also for the Anon. who requested the story.*

Her Special Gift

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The months that followed Keaton's death become different. After Keaton's funeral, things between Noah and I shifted from being just casual friends to almost like best friends. We started hanging out together more and playing video games, watching old black and white movies, or diving into sometimes deep, theological discussions that always ended with an argument about who was right. Late night pizza and anime dates and tea and book lazy days started to become a habit for us when he wasn't working with the band, and I grew to love them more than I ever thought I would. It seemed that Noah and I had traded our friendship with Keaton for a friendship with each other. We became part of the healing process for each other, sharing stories and memories that only we knew. Spending time with Noah was the best. He was the best, but the way I started to feel about him was getting harder for me to deny and I knew if I ever confessed anything regarding the way I felt, it would ruin everything Noah and I had built in the last few months.

"You feeling okay?" Noah's hand on my shoulder startled me. I was sluggishly slow today, exhausted from the last two nights of the tour. "Yeah, I'm good. Just tired. Still trying to adapt," I chuckled. Noah smiled, taking the box of shirts from me. "I'll help." "Thanks," I said, returning his smile. We sat the boxes down on the table, and I turned to head back to the truck and get one more when Noah gently grabbed me by the arm. "Hey, wait." I looked up at his tall frame, a little alarmed. His chocolatey brown eyes softened. "Are you sure you're okay? You're usually not so puffy around the eyes like you are today." "Oh what, you're keeping up with my skin care routine now?" I was joking, but Noah seemed more serious about it than I was. "Have you been crying?' Noah turned me towards him a little so he could examine my face better. What was I supposed to tell him? That the truth was I really had been crying myself to sleep the last two nights because I'd found a photo of him and Keaton together? Yeah, no. I pushed Noah's hand away gently, reassuring him I was okay. Walking back to the truck, I broke down, sneaking around a corner to quietly sob alone.

Three weeks into the tour, everyone seemed to be doing alright; tired and sore, but okay. I was feeling better, too, but Noah wasn't. He was looking a little worse for wear. If there weren't puffy bags under his eye, then there were dark purple circles under them, painting the clear picture of pure, straight-up exhaustion. Noah was burning out.

"Matt, he needs a day off. He needs to rest. I mean, look at him for god's sake," I cried quietly, throwing my hands in Noah's direction. He was sitting on one of the equipment boxes, leaning back against the wall, his head laid back, arms folded across his chest and eyes closed. He looked as if he was actually asleep.

"Fuck. I know he does," Matt sighed. But we have a show to do tonight, and one tomorrow." "Matt, " I said, shaking my head, "I don't think Noah's going to last one more show. Tonight, maybe, but tomorrow," I glanced over at Noah just as his head fell to the side, catching himself quickly and sitting up right only to close his eyes again. "Fuck!" Matt yelled. "Alright, let me see what I can do about tomorrow. Do you think you could pep talk him into doing tonight's show?" Noah sat up and stretched, yawning and beckoning me over to him. "Yeah, okay, I'll try, but don't get pissy with me if Noah refuses," I demanded with a finger pointed at his chest. Matt chuckled. "Deal. Hey, thanks." I shot him a quick grin before walking over to Noah.

He reached for me before I was even close, which wasn't really like him at all. But I gave in, letting him pull me in between his legs and hug me. Noah's body was so warm despite the white tank he wore, showing off so many of his colorful tattoos. I thought about the stories I knew of some of them, and wondered about the others, tracing them as they wrapped and curled over his bicep and towards his back. I felt him hum in approval of my touch, the vibration coming from deep in his chest as he softly laid his head in the nook between my neck and shoulder. I caressed his back, guiding my hands slowly up and down, and feeling him relax against me. "Feel good?" "Mmm," he mumbled his answer. Noah's arms dropped, falling to his sides. His fingers, so long and slender, gripped my leggings, pulling me closer. "Noah," I whispered, unsure of what to say or do. "Yeah?" "What are you doing? People are looking at us." I spoke softly into his chest, scared to look around. "Only Matt." I looked up, glancing behind me, seeing that he was right. "Does me holding you like this make you feel uncomfortable?" I focused my sight back on Noah, my eyes clicking back and forth over his face. "No," I answered honestly. The small smile that lifted the corners of Noah's mouth made my heart skip a few beats.

"You look really tired." Noah nodded while locking his hand together behind my back, allowing me to rest mine on his chest. The faint smell of his deodorant mixed with the lingering scent of his cologne swept over my nostrils caused me to breathe in deep. Noah smelled fresh and clean even though he hadn't showered since the night before. "I'm pretty exhausted. I didn't sleep right last night." "Why not?" Noah sighed letting me partially go to fun a hand through his hair. "Noah, what's wrong, what is it?" I tipped my head, straining to make eye contact with him.

Finally, I turned his head to look at me. "Talk to me. I'm here." A vacant stare suddenly took over Noah's face, as if he were reminiscing something. "I had a dream," he admitted, quietly, "about Keaton." His almond shaped eyes shifted to mine and the pain that engulfed them was overwhelming, shattering my heart.

"Noah, I'm," "Don't," he sighed heavily, shaking his head slightly. "You don't have to say you're sorry or anything like that. I think it's a sign, like maybe Keaton himself is trying to tell me something." "What do you mean?" I wasn't following as easily as I thought I should be. "I never gave myself time to grieve for him. I mean, it all happened so fast, I barely remember everything." "Like what? I was there for pretty much all of it." Noah smiled, running his finger down my cheek. "Yeah, you were, weren't you? My little moon; always follows me even when there's light." I shrugged. "That's what friends do, right?" Noah cocked his head to the side, narrowing his eyes.

"Friends?" "Yeah," I replied, my heart thundering against my chest. "We're friends, right? I mean at least we were five seconds ago." Noah reassured me with a smile, pulling me against his chest. "Yeah, little moon, we're still friends." "Is that your new name for me now? Little moon?" "Why? You don't like it?" "No, love it," I replied with the hint of a smile in my voice. Noah didn't say anything, only squeezed me tighter.

"What was your dream about?" There was a long pause. "A mix of random stuff, but it all had Keaton in it." More silence. "I wish he was still here. I fucking miss him so damn much that it hurts." The pain in Noah's voice hurt. I looked up to find him squeezing his eyes closed, finger and thumb locked in them "Come with me," I said, taking his hand and pulling him out with me to the bus. "What are we doing?" "You'll see."

We climbed in, throwing out mumbled greetings to Nicholas and Folio who were eating bags of chips and talking, laughing hysterically after one would say something to the other. I rolled my eyes, grinning from knowing why.

I got to the bunks and stopped. "What's this about?" Noah asked, a bit annoyed. "I have something for you that I found recently; something I was meant to give you a long time ago, but apparently completely forgot about." "Okayyyy, what?" I stared at Noah for a moment, wondering if this really was the right time to do this and as brief memories of him and Keaton flashed through my brain, I was reassured.

Bending down into my duffle bag, I grabbed the book that had the picture in it, and handed it to Noah. The moment Noah saw it, his eyes welled up with tears.

"Read the back; alone," I told him, knowing it was going to gut him. He didn't argue. He just turned and walked off into the tiny bathroom and closed the door.

I heard the faint clicking sound of the lock turning and took a deep breath, hoping to prepare myself for what came next.

When Folio and Nicholas eventually left, I seized the opportunity to sit and wait for Noah. There was no way I was leaving without knowing Noah was okay. And then I heard it. The low, almost inaudible sound of weeping.

My heart hit the bottom of my stomach. Noah was finally letting out all the pent-up sadness, pain, and hurt for his friend he'd silently been carrying all these months. I waited a moment before going over to the bathroom door. I quietly knocked. "Noah... I'm here," was all I could say. "He's gone. Keaton's really gone, and there's nothing I can do to bring him back," Noah said through gritted teeth and tears. "Why? I don't understand! Why him!"

"Why anyone? Why is death even a thing," I said gently. There was silence on the other side of the door. "Keaton had a great life. He was in love with life. He loved taking pictures and performing. He loved his fans and followers of the band, always making it a point to tell them on his Instagram." "Yeah, that joker loved posting stuff on there, didn't he," Noah chuckled through a stuffy nose. "I went through it, and it's what reminded me of the picture you're holding in your hands. I'd completely forgotten about it until packing and I picked up my touring book and that picture fell out. I'm so sorry I forgot, Noah. I really meant to give it to you sooner." "Maybe that was meant to happen because the universe knew his death was coming." The idea gave me chills.

There was more silence. "I fucking miss him. I miss my friend." "I know you do. Me, too."

The bathroom door finally opened, and Noah appeared with cheeks stained with tears and puffy eyes. I looked up at him as he looked down at me, tendrils of his recently cut short hair falling over his eyes. He reached down for me, taking my hands and pulling to my feet, sliding his arms around my waist as he did so. I wrapped my arms around his neck, burying my face against him so he couldn't see my own tears. My lips grazed the colorful skin of his neck, so I took advantage and lightly kissed it, and I could hear the slight gasp he made as he barely lifted me off the ground.

"I wouldn't have gotten through any of this without you, Little Moon," Noah muttered into my hair. I climbed him like a tree and wrapped myself around his slender yet strong frame as his large hands slid over my bottom, squeezing it as he held me up. With our faces so close, I could feel Noah's warm breath cascade over my face. His lips were so close to mine.

He walked us toward the back of the bus, closing the sliding door to the back lounge as we entered, sitting me down on the closest table. He pushed my legs apart, respectfully putting himself between them, and just stared at me. Noah was one of my closest friends. He'd seen me through some of my worst moments, made me feel beautiful even when I didn't feel it, and stayed up with me when I used to have nightly anxiety attacks. Yet, here I was feeling so insecure, so out of his league that I was blushing.

"Tell me we're gonna get through this together," Noah said, taking my face in his hands. I rested my forehead against his chest. "Of course we are, Noah, I'm not going anywhere." He lifted my face. "I don't mean as friends." I could hardly bring myself to look into his eyes. "You don't?" I asked barely above a whisper. Noah shook his head. His thumbs glided along my cheekbones. "Look at me." I dragged my eyes up only to see the sincerity in his eyes. "I mean as an "us". I don't think I can be just friends with you anymore, and just the idea of your perfect heart belonging to another guy terrifies me." A small laugh escaped me, and Noah grinned. "What? It's true. I don't want to be jealous, but I am."

I gave Noah a half smile. "I wouldn't call it jealousy, but more like selfish." "Selfish?" "Yeah, you demand my attention almost every time we're together. And when you see me talking with," actually the more I thought about it, Noah only got that way when another guy was involved. "With another guy," "yeah," I huffed a laugh. "Well, I guess I'm a little of both." "Since when?" Noah's eyes darted between mine. He brushed some loose hair out of my face and kissed my forehead. "Since the moment I trusted you with parts of myself I'm afraid to show anyone else." "And how long has that been?" Noah's lips were almost touching mine. I wanted this, wanted him to kiss me so I could kiss him back. "Always." I forgot to breathe the moment he bent his neck, and brought our faces closer together. A wave of heat, unlike one I'd ever felt before, crashed through me. Noah's arms wrapped around me, and he drew me into a kiss I never thought we'd share. His tongue pushed into mouth slowly yet needy as his large hands slid lazily up my spine. I gave into him completely, feeling every ounce of love pour from his kiss.

My fingers trailed up his chest until I cupped his jaw between my hands, feeling the slight hum of approval vibrate deep inside his chest. I felt like everything about Noah was going to consume me, and I was entirely okay with that. We finally broke apart, pulling our magic back into ourselves as we tried to catch our breath. "You're going to be the death of me," he growled against my cheek, leaving a slight wet kiss on my cheek. I pushed against his chest just enough to look at him. "Not if you destroy me first," I breathed, painting the lines of his jaw with my fingertips. "I never want you to stop looking at me the way you are right now. And if you do, I swear I won't stop making it up to you until your legs are shaking and the neighbors know my name."

I about died in Noah's arms right then. He pulled me into another deep kiss, touching me without any hesitation. He touched me like he owned me. I guess he had for a long time, and I just never realized it. I trusted Noah with my heart, knowing he'd take care of it forever. "So, does this mean there's an us?" I smiled, taking a deep breath while wrapped up safe in Noah's arms. "Yeah it does. I like the sound of "us". "Me too, I guess we have Keaton to thank for it." "Yeah, I guess so," getting lost in a memory of him. He'd be happy; for both of us. "I miss him, Noah. But even now, I can still feel him around." "Me, too," Noah sighed, laying his cheek on the top of my head. "Me, too."

[jjkamochoso]

Hihi!! You probably have a lot of requests, so if you're too busy, no worries! I was just wondering if you could do a little fluff oneshot with Sanemi where the reader is sick and he can't kiss, hug, or be near them. I love your past Sanemi fluffs so much, he holds my heart in a chokehold. Again, if you can't write it, that's okay, thank you so much, and I love your writings 💚💚💚

Hi anon!! Thank you so much for your kind words, I’m so happy you’ve liked my past works!!🥰❤️ your request is absolutely adorable😭😭 as someone who always gets sick, this request was perfect for me and brought me comfort so I hope it does the same for you!! Wishing you good health for the rest of the year!!!

Also, just for future reference, I will NEVER be too busy for your guys' requests!! It may take me a while to get to them, but they will never be ignored!! You're all too precious to me for that🥰

Save Me from My Sickness

Fluff

Sanemi Shinazugawa x sick!gn!reader

Warnings: cussing, mentions of cold/flu symptoms (snot, nausea, vomiting [not detailed], etc.)

You knew you were sick from the moment you opened your eyes and took your first conscious breath of the morning.

Tried to take your first conscious breath of the morning, that is.

Your throat burned with the rage of a thousand dragons; it felt like you were swallowing hot coals. Breathing out of your nose was no better with the way both nostrils were almost completely blocked. You groaned, throwing yourself into a nasty coughing fit.

"Are you alright in there? It sounds like a damn infirmary," Sanemi teased from the other room. Unable to answer, you fought for breath while mucus rattled somewhere in your chest.

"I was joking, you don't have to give me the silent treatment," your boyfriend scoffed, sliding the door open to your bedroom. His demeanor completely changed when he got a good look at you: eyes rimmed with red, nose dripping with snot, fighting for your life on the futon. Sanemi practically ran out of the room to fetch fresh water for you as you desperately needed a drink to calm your throat. When he returned, you had finally been able to catch your breath. You gulped down the cup he poured for you.

"Hey, hey, slow down, it's not goin' anywhere," he said, rubbing a hand on your back. You finished the water, silently crying at the way the liquid only further irritated your throat.

"You look like shit," he commented, earning a nasty glare from you as you blew your nose.

"I think I'm sick," you proclaimed, scooting your body away from him. His purple eyes watched you with curiosity.

"I know you're sick," he retorted. "Even Himejima could see that. Why are you moving away from me like I'm the one with germs?"

"Because," you chided, "I can't get you sick. You're a Hashira. People need you, Sanemi."

"You need me right now."

"I'll survive. They won't."

Sanemi let out a sound reminiscent of a growl. "I hate that you're right. I can't just leave you here by yourself, though. You probably would die."

You rolled your eyes, smiling slightly. "Go train like usual. I'll rest up here. I'm sure I'll be back on the mend in no time."

Sanemi hesitantly stood, his inner voice at war with itself. On one hand, you had a point. The Corps couldn't afford to have him out of commission with whatever nasty virus you were currently hosting. On the other, how could he be expected to go about his day without getting his coveted good morning kiss from you?

"I'll come check on you in a few hours. Just... don't die on me, okay?"

You knew he was only half joking.

"Okay."

You started coughing again, your throat unhappy with usage. Lying back down with a groan, you snuggled under your blankets as Sanemi watched on, his heart panging with uneasiness. He knew of too many good people taken by illness; he be damned if you were next.

"Rest well, y/n," he whispered, his voice softer than he thought himself capable of. His words hung in the air of the stale room rife with sickness. Feeling overwhelmed and at a loss of what to do, Sanemi took your advice and went back to his daily routine.

Your absence was painfully obvious to the Wind Hashira. Though you weren't a demon slayer, you often helped with his training and, over time, became a staple in his success. Without you, Sanemi's training grounds were an absolute mess and almost impossible to use.

He had only been outside for an hour before the whole place looked like a tornado had run through it. Frustrated with his lack of progress and his lack of you, Sanemi decided to check in on you and make sure you were still alive. He walked into the bedroom and his heart began to pound against his scarred chest. You were awake but you were a shivering mess. Your teeth chattered against one another as you huddled under your thin blanket, looking like you were about to keel over any moment.

"C-could you get-t me another b-blanket, please?" you asked, your voice raspy.

"Of course," he nodded, rounding up every spare blanket you two had. He approached you, soft textiles in hand, but you signaled him to stop.

"Don't get any closer. You can just throw them to me."

Sanemi scoffed. "I'm not hitting you in the face with blankets no matter how much I want to sometimes. Let me at least wrap you up."

You tried to argue but you had no energy left. He worked quickly, tucking you in to ensure no warm air would escape. As he backed away, satisfied with his work, he noticed a thin sheen of sweat covering your forehead. Despite your protests, he leaned over and touched the back of his hand to your head.

You definitely had a fever.

Sanemi pulled his hand away as if he had gotten burned. Without a word, he found a washcloth and soaked it in cold water, gingerly laying it across your forehead. He noticed your shoulders relax with the sensation of coolness as it was attempting to lower your body heat. He thought back to his childhood, trying to remember what else his mom used to do for him and his siblings when they fell ill.

He stood from his previous kneeling position. "I'm going to make some soup. Yell if you need me."

"No really, you don't have to do all this for me. I feel bad enough."

Sanemi didn't say a word; he didn't have to. His deadly glare made your mouth clamp shut.

"I know, you wouldn't do it if you didn't want to," you said meekly after a moment of silence.

"And you're damn right I want to," he replied, leaving you to rest by yourself once more.

You woke up a few hours later to the delicious smell of soup wafting through the mansion. Sanemi came in, a steaming bowl in his hands. He set it down next to you, watching you with his arms crossed as you stubbornly hoisted yourself up so that he wouldn't come near you.

"I can help, you know," he snarked.

"Diseases are spread through close contact, you know," you snarked back, earning an eye roll from the man. He didn't move from his spot the entire time you slurped down your first meal of the day, thanking whatever gods were out there that you hadn't lost your appetite. When you were done he cleared your dish and came back into your room, not wanting you to be left alone for too long. Apparently, he was the one left alone--you were nowhere to be seen. Panic set in as he called out your name, wondering where you could've gone in such a short time and in your condition. His question was answered when he saw you on your knees, bent over with your head facing the toilet.

"C'mon, my cooking isn't that bad," he said, trying to lighten the mood. He wasn't prepared to see your tear stained cheeks as you looked up at him, your mouth trembling.

"Sanemi, I really don't feel good. You need to leave before I puke."

He was taken aback. "Leave you here by yourself? No way."

You let out a soft whimper as you settled on the bathroom floor. "But this is really gross. I'm really gross."

More tears began to fall, leaving glistening trails down your face. There was no way Sanemi could keep his distance from you now. You needed someone to comfort you and he was the only one that could provide you with the sense of security you so desperately needed. He wasted no time, scooping you into his arms and holding you tight as you cried. He didn't let go, even when you really did throw up, not wanting you to feel like you had to go through this alone. He tenderly wiped your face of leftover drool, showing a more nurturing side of him that he forgot he had.

But he'd never forget about it when it came to you.

"I'm sorry you've had to take care of me," you sniffled between coughs, trying not to cry again. "I'm a complete mess."

"Your mess is the only one I don't mind cleaning," he replied easily, keeping your frame held snug against his chest.

"Why?"

"Because." Sanemi paused before continuing. "Because I love you. And that means I'd do anything for you. I want to be by your side always, even if that means I have to listen to mucus filled coughs and soup being puked into a toilet."

"You're such a romantic, Shinazugawa," you said, blowing your nose into a tissue.

Sanemi procured another tissue for you from his pocket, discarding your old one. "Only for you, dumbass."

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[kayhi808]

OK, let’s say he comes back from a mission and it was really rough on him and he kind of relapsed into the winter soldier(slightly very very slightly) and Steve let’s reader know that a lot happened. Abby has went away with Natasha for a weekend together as reader was really busy w work. Bucky comes home and is so so on edge and is afraid he will hurt reader and isolates himself especially after he almost hurt reader when she crept up too silent behind him. so he hates himself rn. BUT THEN ABBY RUNS IN OUT OF NOWHERE AND HUGS HIM CUS SHE WAS WAITING FOR HIM TO COME BACK AND BOOM man either lets out the craziest sigh or low keys cries because he realizes he is okay. idk something like that if it makes sense ¯\_(ツ)_/

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Thank you, to my favorite anon!💕 It took me forever to get to this one. This was a lot to go on. It could have gone really dark and angsty, but I'm trying to keep my Abby stories a little lighter. Hope you like it.🤗

Bucky was gone on what turned out to be an intense mission & word just came back that his team was returning. Steve and Bucky were heading the mission so you weren't too worried. You always like when they are sent out together because you knew they had each other's backs. ALWAYS

The quinjet touched down & the crew disembarked. You saw Bucky and Steve walking down the ramp, deep in conversation. As soon as Bucky made eye contact with you, you felt something was wrong. Then he veered away from you to another entry into the Tower and you knew something was very wrong.

You started to follow him, but Steve blocked your path. "What happened? What's wrong with Bucky??"

"Y/N, give him some time, this mission was rough on him."

"Is he hurt? Is he ok?"

"Physically he's fine..."

Impatiently, "then tell me what happened!"

"It's his story to tell. He needs a little bit of time to sort out the demons in his head. That's all."

"That's all?!?"

"It's what he wants."

******

You were able to give him 2 days to himself, until you caved in & tried calling Bucky just to hear his voice. For him to tell you he's ok but needs time to himself. You'd understand that. But for him to send your call to voicemail pissed you off. You left a message last night & today's you were leaving to pick up Abby, you tried again & you got his voicemail.

"Babe? Can you please call me back, text me...or something, so I know you're alive yet purposefully ignoring me? That would be great." You sigh, "Is this how we are going forward in this relationship? This will be the new communication norm?"

You gather your things to head out of the building, but up ahead you see Steve & Bucky. You hurry to catch up with them. You grab onto Bucky's arm & before you can even say his name, his hand is on your sternum, and you're shoved against the wall. A startled yelp escapes & he releases you immediately. "Fuck!" His hands drop to your arms, "Are you ok? Did I hurt you?" Steve pulls Bucky back.

You reach for his hands, "I'm fine. You startled me." You look up at him and he looks so tired. You go to hug him but he pulls away from you. "Are you going to tell me what the hell is going on, Buck?" You turn to Steve, "Would you do me a big favor and pick-up Abby from pre-school, please?"

"Yea, sure " He shoots Bucky a worried glance before he leaves.

*****

Once you're back at Bucky's residence, "Are you ready to tell me what happened?" You flop yourself down on his couch.

"I can't... I can't let those things...touch you. You don't need to know about HYDRA."

"Bucky, I know about HYDRA. I work here! Nick Fury is my boss."

"You don't need to know about the Winter Soldier. You don't need to know about me back then." Bucky stops pacing & drops down into his chair.

"You don't think I've done my research before dating you? Before I let you be around my daughter? What you did back then was not your fault. You weren't given a choice. HYDRA had control of you. Babe, you are not the same person."

"I'm still capable..."

You move to sit at the foot of his chair, "No! Stop it."

"Doll, I could have killed you back there!"

"You didn't. You wouldn't. You're James Barnes, not the Winter Soldier!" You squeeze his hands. "Talk to me, Bucky. Let me share your burden. We're in this life together. Please tell me what happened."

With a deep sigh, "We went to hit an active HYDRA base camp." You nod. "Doll, there were cribs there. In the lab, there were children's bed and restraints." You softly gasp, squeezing his hands tighter. "We couldn't locate any of the children, but now I know they're out there somewhere."

"Oh, Bucky." Tears prickling your eyes, "I'm so sorry."

"I killed them all. Whoever was there." You kneel up to wrap your arms around him. It took a while for him to return your hug, but you didn't let go. He gives in and pulls you tightly to him.

"You think I wouldn't do the same if I could? Wouldn't anyone do the same? The only difference is that we don't have your skill set." Pulling away, cradling his face between your palms to get him to look at you, "Just because you have the skills, does not make you the Winter Soldier." You give him a soft kiss. "The job you took on isn't an easy one, but you're making the world a safer place. For people like me and Abby."

"I saw the cribs and beds and I...I thought of Abigail. And...I snapped." You nod.

"I understand how that could happen." Bucky pulls you onto his lap & he holds you for a long time in silence. You offered him comfort any way you could. You understand now why he was so affected by this mission. "You need to talk to me and tell me what's going on. You can't shut me out, Buck. I was so worried. If the situation was flipped, how would you handle me shutting down on you?"

"Not well." He gives you a slight smile.

Nodding, "exactly." You lean back against him as he wraps you in his arms.

"I'm sorry."

*******

Steve picks up Abby and visits with Ms Grace before returning to the Tower, hoping you and Bucky ironed out your differences. He texts you both letting you know he's got Abs in the common room watching TV.

"You knows what, Uncle Steve?"

"No, what Abs."

"Chloe and Mia says a new Lilo & Stitch movies coming outs."

"Oh, yea? Wow."

Abby stands up on the couch next to Steve and slings her arm across his shoulders. "Rights?? I so 'cited! You know what, Uncle Steve?"

"No, what Abs?"

"You wants to take me to the Lilo & Stitch movies?"

"Won't your Mama and Bucky take you to see it? Did they say no?" Steve has to ask. He's not going to be caught up in one of Abby's tricks and get in trouble with you.

"Mama gonna takes me, but you can takes me," holding up two fingers, "two time." She gives Steve a sweet smile.

"Abigail."

She cackles. "What if I likes it so much and wants to sees it again? Like Wicked?"

Steve rolls his eyes, "Fine. If you like it so much, I'll take you to watch it again."

Abby squashes her cheek against Steve's while strangling him around the neck, "Oh, tank you! Yous the best Uncle in all the worlds!" She sees Bucky in the doorway and Uncle Steve is quickly forgotten. "Papa! You homes!!" She bounces off the couch and runs to Bucky with arms spread wide.

Bucky steps back, away from your incoming toddler, banging into you. "It's ok, Bucky."

Abby doesn't slow down, so Bucky is forced to catch her and lift her into his arms. "I missed-ed you so much!" Abby peppers his face with kisses. She pulls away & squishes his face between her palms, "You missed-ed me, too?" A happy hopeful smile on her face.

Bucky nods, answering quietly, "Yea, baby. I missed-ed you, too," dropping a kiss on her nose which makes her do a happy wiggle.

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[woozinhos]

I've been sick all day. Can I have a yeosang x reader smut when the reader is sick?

Notes: oh nooo anon! I hope you feel better soon and this cheers you up <3

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It's a quiet Sunday afternoon, and you're curled up on the couch under a pile of blankets, feeling miserable. You've been feeling run-down and achy all day, and now your nose is stuffy and your throat is sore.

As you watch TV, you hear the front door open and close, signaling Yeosang's return from his errands. Yeosang walks into the living room, carrying a bag of groceries in one hand and a bottle of cough syrup in the other. He spots you on the couch, buried under the blankets, and immediately frowns with concern.

"Hey, you look terrible," he says as he sets the groceries down on the coffee table. He walks over to you and crouches down beside the couch, reaching out to feel your forehead with the back of his hand.

"You're burning up," he mutters, his frown deepening as he feels your fever. "How long have you been feeling sick?"

"A couple of days," you manage to croak out, your voice hoarse from your sore throat. "I think it's just a cold." Yeosang sighs, his expression a mix of sympathy and worry.

"You should have told me sooner," he says gently, brushing a few strands of hair out of your face. "You shouldn't have tried to tough it out." He sits down on the edge of the couch and pulls you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close. You nestle into his embrace, feeling a bit better just from being in his arms. He holds you tightly, his fingers gently stroking your hair as he presses a kiss to the top of your head.

"You're a stubborn one, you know that?" he murmurs, his voice filled with affection. You can't help but smile weakly at his words, even though you feel terrible. He always knows just what to say to make you feel better, even when you're feeling like crap.

"I know," you mumble, resting your head against his chest. "But I didn't want to bother you." He chuckles softly, his chest rumbling against your cheek.

"Bother me?" he repeats, shaking his head. "You're never a bother, baby. I want to take care of you when you're sick, that's my job." He kisses the top of your head again, holding you even tighter.

"I'm just glad I came home when I did," he says, his voice soft and gentle. "You need to rest and take care of yourself. I'll make you some tea and soup, and then you can go back to bed." As he starts to get up, you reach out and grab his wrist, holding him in place. He looks down at you with a raised eyebrow, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"What is it, baby?" he asks, his voice laced with amusement.

"I need you," you murmur, looking up at him with pleading eyes. He grins, a hint of mischief in his gaze.

"Oh really?" he teases, leaning in closer. "What do you need me for, hm?"

"You know exactly what I need," you say, your voice barely above a whisper as you guide his hands to your waist. He lets out a low chuckle, his touch gentle as he moves his hands up and down your sides.

He continues to run his hands over your body, his touch becoming more sensual as he moves lower. He traces his fingers along the curve of your hips, his thumbs grazing the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. You let out a soft moan as his touch sends shivers down your spine, your body arching into his hands. He grins again, clearly enjoying the effect he's having on you.

"Are you sure you're up for this?" he teases, his voice a low rumble in your ear. "You're sick, remember?" You look up at him with a mixture of need and pleading in your eyes, your voice shaky as you speak.

"Just your fingers, please," you beg, biting your lip. He grins wider, his eyes darkening with desire.

"Just my fingers, huh?" he repeats, his tone playful. "You're so needy when you're sick." He slips one hand beneath the waistband of your pants, teasingly tracing the edge of your panties. You shiver as his fingers brush against your sensitive skin, your breath hitching in your throat. He can feel the heat and wetness between your legs even through the fabric of your panties, and he chuckles softly.

"You're soaking wet," he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. "Already so worked up for me, even when you're sick." He slowly moves his fingers in circles around your clit, applying just enough pressure to make you squirm and gasp.

"You're so cute when you're like this," he whispers, his lips brushing against your neck. "All desperate and needy for me." He slips a finger inside you, his movements slow and deliberate.

He groans at the feeling of your tightness, his thumb rubbing against your clit as he begins to move his finger in and out of you. He adds another finger, stretching you further as he continues to tease and pleasure you. His other hand moves to your breast, gently squeezing and kneading it through your shirt. You throw your head back, your body trembling with pleasure as he works his fingers inside you.

The sound of your sniffles and moans mix together, creating a symphony of pleasure and sickness. Yeosang leans in to nibble at your neck, his teeth grazing your sensitive skin. He quickens the pace of his fingers, his movements becoming more urgent as he feels you tighten around him.

"Please...don't stop," you manage to gasp out, your voice barely audible. You're lost in the sensation, your mind clouded with a mix of pleasure and fever. He grins against your neck, his lips curving into a wicked smile.

"I won't stop," he promises, his voice low and husky. "Not until you come all over my fingers." He curls his fingers inside you, hitting that sweet spot that makes you see stars. He keeps his thumb on your clit, rubbing it in quick circles as he continues to thrust his fingers in and out of you.

You can feel your orgasm building, the pleasure intensifying with each movement of his fingers. Your breathing becomes ragged and your body begins to tremble uncontrollably, signaling that you're close. He can sense how close you are, and he increases his pace even further. He whispers dirty words into your ear, urging you on as he pushes you closer and closer to the edge.

"Come on, baby," he coaxes, his voice rough with desire. "Let go for me. I want to feel you clench around my fingers." He leans in and nips at your earlobe, his breath hot against your skin.

"You're so close, I can feel it," he growls. "Just let go and give in to the pleasure. I want to hear you scream my name." Your orgasm hits you like a wave, crashing over you with an intensity that leaves you breathless. You scream his name, your voice hoarse and strained as the pleasure washes over you.

Yeosang groans as he feels you clench around his fingers, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure straight to his own groin. He slowly slows his movements, helping you ride out your orgasm until you're completely spent. He pulls his fingers out of you, his touch gentle as he wipes them on his pants. He holds you close, his arms wrapping around you as you catch your breath.

"You did so well," he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. He looks down at you, his gaze softening as he sees the exhaustion on your face.

"You look tired," he says, brushing a strand of hair away from your forehead. "You need to rest."

"I am tired," you admit, your voice weak and hoarse. "But I don't want to sleep just yet." Yeosang chuckles softly as he sees your eyes start to close, your head nodding off against his chest.

"You're already half-asleep," he teases, his fingers still running through your hair. "Just give in, baby. I'll be here when you wake up."

[puppyscatorccio]

abo anon from earlier... hi

(tfem or not) alpha!yjs & omega!reader..

omega!reader who had to take so many meds for supressants and have so blockers so they could be on the soccer team, because as an omega they couldnt. and all of the yjs just thought they were a particularly sweet scented beta.

& now its winter & everyone is stuck in the cramped proximity of the cabin. but thats not readers current worry, not the starvation or the cold. the fact that they knew their heat was due anytime now, and that if it ever did come, they were so fucked.

not only cuz everyone would find out that they were lying, and that they would get in genuine trouble for doing so— but because almost all of their teammates were alphas who probably havent gotten off in awhile.

& so one fateful winter morning when they wake up absolutely soaked, achy and needy they're practically terrified. as its been hard enough keeping their scent from being super regonisable all these months, but how the hell were they gonna hide this? not just their scent— which was already a massive problem in itself— but the symptoms. the unbearable aching, the incredible sensitivity— theres just no way..

and as their mind is scrambling with ideas n shit they hear the stirring of the others, the pheromones— only intensified— making them practically double over. readers mind is practically screaming for anyone, but god damn if they arent gonna give up so easily

the real question is; are the others going to fight their urges aswell?

sorry if ts is alot feel free to ignore this LMAO 😭😭😭

also lowkey not even an ask anymore but i wrote sm so

anon, i'm gonna hold you when i say this: i love long asks. do not apologize for that! in fact, the longer and more elaborate the ask, the easier it is for me to write. / mdni, cnc/noncon if you squint

at first, i think most of them would try to control themselves. keyword, most. shauna would definitely be the first to complain that you're stinking up the whole cabin with your scent, that "it's actually fucking unbearable" and that "someone should do something about this". even though most of them internally agree, lottie is all protective, trying to keep you safe and not letting anyone hurt you. does it come from a place of her wanting you just for herself? sure, probably.

since you can't do much of anything, they lock you up in the attic for a while. it's safer for both you and them, the last thing they need is another a baby and a bunch of alphas fighting like animals over you. it lasts for about a day and a half.

i think shauna would be the first to break that rule. she's angry, stressed and needs some kind of outlet. of course, you're an easy target, just there for her to take. she would sneak into the attic when nobody's looking and have her way with you, pretty much using you for her own pleasure. of course, the others obviously hear it all with how loud you're being and decide to say fuck it, if shauna can have you, why can't they too?

after that, it's a mess. even after your heat is gone, all of them still use you like some sort of toy for their relief. nat usually does it after she's tired from hunting, lottie breeds you claiming that it's what the wilderness would want, all of them make up excuses and more excuses to why they just need to have you. it's not like they need an excuse; you're an omega stuck in a cabin with a bunch of alphas, they barely have to lift a finger to overpower you. the excuses are more for their own comfort than anything, to convince themselves that you were asking for it, that it's totally fine for them to take you anytime, anywhere.

[clangenrising]

Kind of feel the need to send this on anon because the Warriors fandom has not historically been a place where discussions like this are tolerated at all.

I appreciate the discussions you're inspiring with your content a lot. I'm still working on disentangling myself from the knee-jerk purity culture reactions that I feel have been not only encouraged but brutally enforced by the warriors fandom at large for years and years. I can't count the number of callout posts that I've seen for artists that ended in complete exile from the online fandom space over stuff like having an alternate adult content blog or following someone who is a proshipper or whatever. One that sticks out clearly from some years ago was a young artist who drew slightly suggestive art of her own two WC OCs and got accused of supporting pedophilia and zoophilia because one of her OCs was a self insert and the artist was like 16 or something. It's exhausting. And I have never understood it, especially as the people making those kind of accusations will turn around and say "thought crime isn't real, your intrusive thoughts don't make you a bad person UwU" in another post.

We seem to be able to seperate reality from fiction in a lot of other scenarios. Nobody (reasonable) accuses boys who play Halo or COD of wanting to be mass murderers just because they enjoy those games. Nobody tells true crime girls that they must support kidnapping, rape and murder simply because they listen to stories that discuss it. Nobody would say that you're automatically a white supremacist because you're interested in norse mythology and vikings. And nobody would tell you you support cults irl just because you enjoy reading Warrior cats. But for some reason, when it comes to kinks and sex, all that common sense flies out the window. If you enjoy whatever kink in your fiction, you're dangerous and morally corrupt and want to enact those fantasies in real life. I'm not going to say there's no correlation at all between fiction and reality. I'm sure that there have been cases where the interests I described above did inspire people to do horrible things in real life. But for every one person where that's true, there are another hundred thousand where it isn't. And not having a safe, sane outlet to explore these feelings and interests may also lead someone down a dark path just as easily. Which I feel leads to the ultimate conclusion that while fiction CAN effect reality, it does not predict the actions someone will take.

I'll admit that the scene between Luna and Floodstrike made me a little uncomfortable to read, but I found that discomfort extremely valuable. I always aim to interrogate my discomfort. Where is it coming from? Why do I feel that way? I think in this case, a lot of the discomfort is rooted in the widespread fandom treatment towards content of this sort, and my own personal fear of repercussions for being close to "controversial" content. But I feel like I'm at a point in life where I'm ready to confront that fear... almost. I don't think I'm brave enough to be public with my opinions like you, but I think I am ready to stop blindly following the same thought patterns regarding adult content and kink that seem to dominate the warriors fandom. Yes, this series was created for kids. But a significant portion of the lifeblood of this fandom is adults at this point. I don't think it's wrong for some content to discuss adult topics as long as it's properly tagged.

Yeah, I don't blame anyone for staying on anon while engaging with this discussion. People online can be shitty.

While I don't think that no one is giving those other people grief (look long enough into any fandom and you'll find a person who's mad about it), I do think people are especially quick to jump to condemnation when it comes to sex and kink. I applaud you on working to interrogate why that piece made you uncomfortable! That's exactly what I want to encourage with my art!

Thanks for sharing your thoughts ♡

[bebewrites]

helloo! could you please make a list of wip pages that are suitable for worldbuilding fics with alot of visuals?? (BTW YOUR PAGES ARE GOREGEOUS🥺💓)

hi! so right off the bat, you can add additional images to most wip pages! for example, on most of mine, in any section where you're adding text, you can add images in the html. just use <img src=""/> and put your image url between the quotation marks. and paste that where you want your image to go. you may need to adjust the size of the image you're using, but that's one way to do it!

and here are some thememakers with page codes that sound like what you're looking for!

@pirateskinned - tons of rp pages that could easily be used for fics and worldbuilding

@glenthemes - has a bunch of about pages and character pages that could be used for worldbuilding

@seyche - "tansy" page specifically is a good one for projects and fics

that's all i've got off the top of my head at the moment, but anyone else pls feel free to add on!

[fbfh]

omg could you do leo valdez with ocd reader 🥺 ... i love how you write him smmmm!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

OF COURSE BABES. first of all for anyone who doesn't know there are a lot of different types of OCD, and no matter what type or types you have, you could not find someone more supportive than Leo motherfucking Valdez. OCD is hard to have and hard to treat and guess what???? he's gonna learn everything he can about it and work with you to figure out how to help you when things are bad and good and all the little uppy downy in between parts.

adding a read more so this doesn't trigger anyone (cw: mentions of contamination, checking, vague mentions of intrusive thoughts, religious ruminations and magical thinking, please do not engage with this post if it could trigger you!!! I love yall <3)

if you have the contamination kind and you're always stuck feeling like nothing's clean enough, Leo understands. He'll take over for you, he'll cast eyes over things and remind you that you did what you're supposed to do and help distract you with something else. He knows to check dates on the groceries he buys you, knows how to help you feel better without accidentally enabling your compulsions.

if you have checking compulsions like relocking doors and making sure the stove is off and appliances are unplugged, he starts doing the closing up routine at night for you. you have a house rule that you're only allowed to check things two times, then Leo will check once for you if you need him to, then he helps you move onto something else. If you're worried that the stove is on and it's going to burn down the house, he never fails to make you laugh by promising to be the one to deal with all the insurance guys.

"Worst case scenario? We pull off the greatest insurance scam in history and retire early to the Swiss alps."

he says it so casually that it never fails to make you laugh, it takes the sting and the stress from your thoughts a little.

if religious ruminations or magical thinking are more your thing, Leo actually knows exactly what to do about that. he pulls out a golden drachma and cuddles with you while he fidgets with it.

"I can get a direct line to any god. If one of them starts beefing with you, I will personally handle it." he kisses you. he mumbles against your lips, and he smiles when he gets you to smile. "I'll also remove every screw, nut, bolt, and support beam in their entire palace and turn everything into breakaway prop furniture."

when your intrusive thoughts get bad he holds your shaky hands and promises that he won't ever let you do anything that could hurt you or someone else, he goes through your affirmations and grounding exercises with you, he reminds you that thought crimes are not crimes.

no matter what your symptoms are or how bad they get, Leo's love for you and deep knowledge that you are an amazing, wonderful, incredible person never wavers. he loves you. he loves being with you, he loves helping you, he loves being the one to care for you. Leo loves knowing that he's able to support you, to ease your burden and make sure you don't feel like you're alone. and you're never going to be alone, because nothing could ever scare Leo away from you. he just loves you too much.

[sunkissedliterarylightofchrist]

how can I limit my screen time? I turned off all my notifications, so every time I turn on the wifi I don't get bombarded by notifications and removed my social media apps from my home screen but still find myself on YouTube watching random videos for hours or scrolling on pinterest for hours.

Hello lovely person I hope you are having a wonderful day! I often don't think to talk about these kinds of things normally, but I am super into them so thanks for giving me an opportunity to do so!

Looks like you've got a great start with turning off notifications, so good job! But ah yes, Youtube and Pinterest (and Tumblr too), the very hard-to-resist calls to waste your time when you should be doing something else. Very tricksy, out to get you. Here's what I have done and continue to do to limit screen time!

First, I've set screen time limits for every single thing that is an extra and not a required on my phone. You'll find this in Settings. For every app or place that I could open to procrastinate stuff I actually need to do and generally waste my time, they've got limits on them. And then when I've had my thirty minutes or whatever of Pinterest for the day, I listen to the time limit, and Pinterest is blocked for the rest of the day, and I don't open it.

That's the physical practical big one.

But the thing about turning to distractions like this is there always is a way around. Because people aren't really phone addicted, they're computer addicted- a phone is just a mini computer that you can also call people from and carry around for convenience. And a lot of the ways you can waste time on your phone, you can just do on your computer instead. Just like your phone, you could install website blockers, but just like your phone, you can get around those easily if you really want to be distracted and not do the things that you set out to do.

So... what do you do?

You've gotta dish yourself out some Cold Hard Needed Truths. I've basically scared myself in a sense in wanting to maximize my time and get as much done in a day as I physically can. I've reminded myself of what the cost of procrasination is (and that is a whole post in and of itself) and how that influences what I do online and for how long specifically.

Let me lay them out for you.

The minutes of your life are a concrete and valuable substance. You need to really think about how many of those minutes are going towards the things that you do not care about. Do you really care about the meaningless stuff you're watching just to ignore your work? No! So just do the work and make it count.

Your life should be spent in a way that makes you love it, not that distracts you from living it. Random internet content isn't what you want to be doing. You do want to do your work to get the things that you want! So- do the work.

Convenience is a sugar high that will crash you. Having to hunker down to the work is annoying and doesn't feel good and you want to avoid it, because humans are naturally inclined towards laziness. But its rewarding long term. Delayed gratification. Ignore the convenience and chose the harder but better thing for you.

Choosing what makes up your time and attention is who you are as a person. Are you going to chose to waste your time on social media for hours, and how that defines you, or chose to work hard and well and let that define you?

If you ever don't do something that you said that you would do, its not because you didn't have the time, its because you wasted the time on things that didn't matter. Humans are naturally inclined towards laziness. Turn off the apps and close the websites and do the work you have to do. Don't allow serationin boosting notifications to replace real life interactions and real life hard work that has a tangible impact.

Compound build-up of consistently making easy choices is what comes back to haunt you. Wasting the day doing nothing once won't lead to anything terrible. But choosing laziness over work over and over again are will what get to you long-term.

Social media DOES have a time and a place. It can be a healthy and wonderful thing to enjoy! But only in limited amounts. Figure out what is useful, and how much, and ruthlessly cut out the rest. Socials should be a snack in your life, not the constant fast-food diet. (I know that this is now more going towards a lifestyle change of having less social media than just being able to put it away to do your work, but I am a huge advocate for this and I think this advice could help you)

Prioritize demanding activity over active consumption. If you have free time, your first instinct should not be to consume something you wont get anything out of. When you have free time to spend, first you should look to actively create something or do a proactive activity. If you're so tired that you cant create and just do want to look at something, then read or watch something in a long format that you are still getting something out of and learning and growing from.

You will never achieve great things if all you're ever doing is dreaming about them and consuming stuff about great things. Actually do the work to accomplish that great thing yourself.

Block out the distractions that don't let you do the thing that you want to do. Stick to your intentions, everything else can wait until later.

A deep, meaningful enjoyable life cannot be attainied with a screen on every free minute and many you don't even have to waste. So put it away

Over time, you will come to appreciate your high-quality alternatives so much more. Your work might not get more enjoyable or easy, but it will be easier to sit down and do it and work through the struggle.

Now, am I perfect about this? By no means! I still screw up sometimes. But more often than not, I don't. I've trained and disciplined myself to do the hard work when it needs to be done and save the fun leisure activities that I want to do until my work is complete. It's a hard and long proccess, but as soon as you let these realizations sink in and then do the work to maintain them, it'll stick.

[freckliedan]

I’ve seen a few people in recent times being all like “don’t assume dnp to be anything but best friends unless they say it outright they’re a couple you’re making them uncomfortable” or whatever and I can’t help but think… switch out one of them for a girl. If this were a het pair we were looking at I bet these people wouldn’t hesitate to think differently.

Take all the 2009 tweets/dailybooths, the vday vid, the living together for years, going on vacations together, having all the traditions & jokes they have. All the times Dan goes to see Phil’s family. The fact they’ve never been around another human enough for anyone to assume they have a different partner (who they’d never have time for anyway when dnp literally make a big deal of how much time they spend together) Dan literally confirming their relationship was more than romantic (at least at some point) in his coming out video. The double dates they go on with other confirmed couples. How casually they’re talked about as a pair by other people/YouTubers. Slip ups confirming ‘the bed’ ‘the bedroom’ ‘don’t worry guys only I saw Phil’s butt in the mirror not the people on my zoom call” it being known they stayed in a place with 2 bedrooms with another couple in Australia. Posing for naked photos together. One being a literal biological uncle and the other one literally being referred to as a uncle too by the baby’s mother.

The genuine love and affection they have for each other. The way they can’t shut up about the other. Being each others biggest fans. The way they have talked hypothetically about getting a pet together (and had a bloody fish) and the main kicker…. Literally been thinking and designing a FOREVER HOME together since 2017 and now live in it. Together. 😱

If this was a girl & boy no one would think different but bc it’s 2 men people be like… we’ll actually they never said it explicitly so blah blah blah. What a weird heteronormative world some still live in

genuinely yeah. a huge part of it is just straight up homophobia, but i think the average person who doesn't really pay attention to them/is completely unfamiliar with them DOES actually look at all that and take away the idea that they're a couple at this point in time.

i think an aspect of it with people who are the most vehemently "they're just friends" is like. a lot of the time that's coming from people who did follow them at some point in time, who were involved with the fandom—and who now are acting from a place of shame and unfettered cringe over their past actions & making that everyone else's problem.

sometimes it is really funny to me when people Just Don't Get It though like... dan and phil aren't FOR them. it's not about people who don't get it and that's not the audience dan and phil are prioritizing. and i'm utterly fucking delighted for them that they've pulled off this level of ambiguity for so long even after coming out.

[galaxywhump]

if wren started begging for something during a torture session (a small break bc he feels like he's gonna be sick, or some water) would daniel grant that to him? or would it be situationally dependent?

I know you were probably expecting a straightforward answer, but your ask made a WIP happen, so here it is.

[SV-240 masterlist]

contents: forced relationship whump, slavery whump, creepy/intimate whumper, defiant whumpee, illness, non-graphic emeto, torture, knives, stress position, blindfold, creepy comfort.

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Wren woke up feeling terrible.

It’s nothing out of the ordinary for him, but that morning he felt terrible in a different way. He felt ill; weak and slightly dizzy, shivering despite it not being cold in the house. He didn’t tell Daniel, even though he wanted nothing more than to be given medication, hot tea, and some peace and quiet. No, telling Daniel would also mean him being overly caring and doting, which was the last thing Wren wanted to deal with.

So he didn’t say anything, and then he learned that Daniel was in the mood for some handiwork with his favorite knife.

Shit.

He still didn’t say a word when Daniel closed handcuffs on his wrists and attached them to a chain connected to a hook in the ceiling, forcing him to keep his arms outstretched and stand on his tiptoes. He didn’t say a word when Daniel put a blindfold on his eyes and earplugs in his ears. He just shuddered and gritted his teeth when the knife pierced his arm and was dragged downwards.

Just get through this, he thinks to himself while Daniel makes small, precise cuts around his shoulder blades in a pattern that only makes sense to him and his artistic vision. It’s not the first time.

But it’s the first time when he feels this awful during torture, and the position he’s in doesn’t help. His body is under so much strain, stretched out uncomfortably, he can barely stay upright, his arms hurt, his head hurts, everything hurts, and Daniel’s only adding more pain. He still feels dizzy despite the darkness - or maybe because of it - his face is covered in cold sweat, he starts feeling slightly nauseous. The blindfold is soaked with tears of frustration, he can hear his heartbeat way too clearly, it’s the only sound he hears, he feels horrible, he wants out, he wants this to end, he can’t handle this after all, but that means…

“Stop,” he mumbles weakly, shaking his head and whining when the pain from the cuts seems to intensify now that he’s not fully preoccupied with his illness. Talking with the earplugs in is an unpleasant, almost surreal experience, and he can only hope he’s actually saying something, that his voice isn't too weak. "Please stop."

But this is Daniel, so Wren can imagine him laughing at his begging, making a stupid comment promising that this will be over soon, sweetheart, but this isn't about that. He whimpers when the knife cuts into his back again.

"I'm serious, stop, I-I think I'm gonna be sick, I just need a break."

The knife disappears, and Wren swallows desperately, struggling to take a deep breath.

He flinches when he feels Daniel grip his arm - thankfully an undamaged part of it - and a moment later his wrists are released. Daniel catches him before he can collapse, unable to stay upright after the punishing position.

The earplugs are removed, and the blindfold follows. Wren winces and blinks, and when his eyes get used to something other than darkness, he sees Daniel's face, with worry written all over it.

"Are you still feeling sick?" he asks, and Wren nods.

Daniel wraps Wren's arm around himself to support him and leads him to the bathroom, where the nausea gets overwhelming. Daniel holds his hair back for him, not saying a word for now.

Wren closes his eyes, exhausted, and fuck does everything hurt, but mostly his arms and back now that he's moving again. He's trembling, getting up feels like an impossible task, and he's still crying, from pain and from his awful state, and he's not even mad at himself for it.

"Better now?"

"I think so," he mutters. Daniel lets go of his hair.

"I'll get you some water."

Wren nods, keeping his eyes closed, not daring to move an inch for fear of his body igniting with pain again and the room spinning.

Anxiety creeps up on him; nothing like this has ever happened before, and he doesn’t know what to expect from Daniel.

He comes back and hands Wren a glass of water, then sits down next to him, looking at him with a puzzled expression.

"What happened?" he asks.

"I think I'm sick." Wren stares down at the water, every breath causing his fresh wounds to shift and hurt even more. "I feel like shit, and… you just saw for yourself, I guess." He sighs. “So just get the session over with before it gets worse.”

Daniel firmly shakes his head, frowning.

“No. You need to rest. I’ll take care of your wounds and then you can lie down.” He pets Wren’s hair. “We can continue some other time.”

Wren huffs, shaking his head in disbelief.

“You do realize how fucked up that sounds, right?”

Daniel just chuckles in response. He does know. It changes nothing.

The knife will return in a few days, and yet Wren can’t help but be relieved as Daniel cleans and dresses his wounds, then gives him a shirt and carries him to the living room.

“I can carry you to the bedroom, if you’d like. Unless you prefer the couch.”

“Couch,” Wren mutters. The bed is more comfortable and the bedroom would offer more peace and quiet, provided Daniel leaves him alone, but he wants to stay out of there as much as he can, and the couch is too small for Daniel to lie down next to him.

As much as he hates the couch, he can’t deny that it’s comfortable, and in his exhaustion he practically melts into it. Daniel even brings him a blanket, which Wren curls up under, pulling it up to his neck.

“I’ll bring you some pills,” Daniel says, pressing his palm to Wren’s forehead; he clicks his tongue when he confirms that it’s unnaturally warm, and brushes Wren’s hair away from his face, making him wince. “Do you need anything else, sweetheart?”

“Rest,” Wren sighs, struggling to keep his eyes open. Now that he’s stopped ignoring it, his illness has decided to hit him with everything it’s got.

“Okay. I’ll fetch the pills and you can sleep after you’ve taken them, alright? Try to stay awake.”

“Mhm.”

Daniel leaves, and Wren wraps the blanket tighter around himself, blinking slowly, trying to fight his exhaustion off for a bit longer. Daniel is just as doting as he’d feared he would be, but… aside from his usual sweethearting it feels good to be taken care of, and to be listened to. The wounds still sting, a reminder of the torture he’d gone through and will go through again soon, but he can’t bring himself to care. He waits for his captor and torturer to come back with the medicine, and he has to remind himself not to thank him for this bare minimum of kindness, more than most of what he’s gotten throughout his life.

He wishes it wasn’t like this, moments of kindness and loving care juxtaposed with pain and tears and coercion; he knows how much Daniel enjoys doing this, being the sole source of both suffering and comfort.

He’s aware of so many mechanisms of his captivity, yet he’s powerless to fight them, forced to accept them, and all he can hope for is that all these processes won’t shape him into something else, whatever Daniel, whose smile is unnervingly genuine and fond when he enters the living room, wants him to be.

“Sleep well, sweetheart," Daniel says softly once Wren's washed the pills down with water. "I hope you’ll feel better when you wake up.”

“So you can torture me more?” Wren mutters, closing his eyes. 

Daniel’s lighthearted laughter keeps ringing in his ears long after he's fallen asleep.

~~~

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