#my tooth really hurts with pressure but what I think it is is that I have a swollen sinuses in that side of my face and my palette hurts

[batsbaby]

Google this isn’t helpful

[seventh-district]

it’s finally getting cold enough that i can bring my cardigan collection back into rotation without feeling like i’m gonna melt into a puddle the second i step outside!!!

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A/N ::: 😳. Iiiii ... Ok. So I'm never this creative to think of such things like ... oh, idk. Kafka likes to roleplay with his girl - kinda fucked up things. Like, being a little rough in bed. Both ways - roughing and being roughed up. Idk. I just totally see him being the best fucking husbando/boyfriendo ever. Sorry Draken, Chifuyu, Mitsuya, oh god, and Baji. ANYWAY. Yeah. This Kafka stuff just keeps oozing from my fingers and I'm in no hurry to stop. I hope you guys enjoy this!

C/W ::: Roleplay (on the rougher side - not violent, per se - but not like petting a kitten either ... no pun intended), unprotected P->V, hands-on stuff, a little tossing of the other person around but like I said, I don't think it's like, too too rough. You've read this far, heed the warning if you think this won't be for you =). That's why we put them here!

WC ::: Under 1,200 (I'm coming back around, you guys!!)

MDNI UNDER THE CUT PLEASE, THANK YOU.

You bite your bottom lip as Kafka growls against your skin. His words and his tone are harsh, but his touch … it’s painfully soft. The slight pressure of his mouth, the rasp of his tongue against the sensitive skin of your neck. It makes your stomach flutter, and your eyes roll back.

He breathes heavily against you as he moves his mouth lower, to your shoulder, then down, across your collarbone and back up again.

"You're sending me really, really mixed signals here, Kafka. You're mouth is literally saying one thing while your body does another."

"You don't say," he says.

"I do say."

He huffs and lifts his head to look you in the eyes, his own dark, pupils blown wide. "What do you want me to say?" he says, his voice low, rough. "That I like you?

"I mean, yeah. That would be nice. But maybe a little consistency first?"

"I like you," he says, "But I also hate you. So I don't know. What should I do?"

You try to shimmy away from him but his grip just tightens and there's no way you can get out of his arms.

He leans in, his breath tickling your ear and you shiver. "Do you want me to let you go?" he whispers.

"What I want is ..." You sigh, "What I want," you say slowly, "Is for you to get over yourself." You take a deep breath. "I know that you want me, at the very least. Why are you being so gentle and rough with me at the same time?"

He huffs. "It's complicated," he says. "I like you. I do. And .... But ..."

"But what?" You ask.

"But nothing. It's not important."

He looks down again at your body pressed into the mattress. His hands sliding down your shoulders to your elbows.

You try to wiggle your wrist free from his large hand. You want to grab him by the chin and make him look you in the eye, but he still has an unreasonably tight grip on you.

He glances at you through his lashes, his mouth curled into a devious smirk. "You want something, little one?"

You shout, "That's it! That's it! I've had enough of your patronizing. You're gonna get it now, Kafka."

You can feel your temperature rise and your willpower falter. Mustering every tiny little ounce of strength you have in your much smaller body you flip him over so he's on his back. Though you have a feeling that he went willingly. You don't care though. You're just happy that the tables have turned - in your favor, too.

For now, anyway.

You squat over him on the bed and straddle his torso, placing your knees on either side of his ears, careful not to put too much pressure on his chest.

He laughs at you and asks why you're not putting your full weight down on him. "You think you're gonna hurt me, you little fly."

You see him smile at you, a sharp-toothed grin. "Come on," he says, "You're not going to hurt me. I want you to give it your best shot, though. G'head."

You lean forward, putting your full weight on him and he laughs. "Oh-hoh, now you've done it," he says. "You should not have done that."

The laughter stops and his eyes narrow as you press your hand to his cheek, running your thumb across his bottom lip. He leans forward, trying to bite at your fingers and you pull your hand away, making him growl again. This time in frustration, you’re sure of it. 

You place your hand on his throat, pushing him back down onto the bed.

"Enough," you say, your voice low, barely more than a whisper. "It's time to stop playing around."

His eyes widen as you lean in, pressing your mouth against his. He stiffens at first, but then relaxes, his mouth opening under yours.

His tongue brushes against your lips, and you open for him, your own tongue meeting his.

You can taste the sweetness of his mouth, and the taste makes you hungry for more. You press closer, your teeth clicking together as you try to deepen the kiss.

Kafka wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer as you continue to kiss. You feel his cock harden against your thigh and you moan.

You press your hips down, rubbing against him, his cock sliding against your pussy through the thin black lace of your underwear.

You break the kiss, panting, your body is on fire.

Kafka groans as you begin to rock your hips, grinding your pussy harder yet against his cock.

"Fuck," he whispers, his eyes glazed over, his lips swollen from your kiss.

You reach between you, grabbing his cock, squeezing it tightly as you stroke it, your hand sliding up and down his shaft.

"Do you want me?" you ask, leaning in, your lips brushing against his.

"Yes," he says, his voice rough, his breathing ragged. "Fuck yes."

"Then," you say, kissing him deeply. "take me, Kafka."

An animalistic sound escapes his throat as he flips you over onto your back, his body pressing you down into the bed.

You moan as he pushes his cock inside you, stretching you open. He fills you completely, his cock buried to the hilt in your pussy.

He begins to move, his thrusts slow and steady as he fucks you, his cock sliding in and out of you. Your walls squeeze him tightly.

You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as you rock your hips, meeting his offerings.

You look up at him, face flushed.

He looks down at you, his expressions are intense, but he never shifts his focus. His movements become harder, faster. Almost desperate in his attempt to navigate this fare.

You gasp as you feel him hit just the right spot, making your vision blur. You dig your nails into his back, clinging to him as your orgasm hits you like a surprise wave. Despite knowing full well what the outcome of this would be, the result never ceases to amaze you.

He never ceases to amaze you.

Kafka groans, his thrusts becoming erratic. As he fucks you through your orgasm, he approaches his own.

He slams his cock into you one last time, his body going rigid as he begins to cum, his cock pulsing heavily as he fills you with all he's got.

You cling to him, your bodies pressed together, your heart racing as you both come down from the almost violent release of energy.

Kafka rests his forehead against yours, his breathing ragged.

"You are amazing," he whispers. "Absolutely … fucking ... amazing."

You smile and kiss him softly, your fingers stroking his cheek. "I almost believed you for a minute there, Kaf. Your growly voice is super sexy, but my god. I thought you were a little pissed for a second. Let's do this again. Soon, mm?"

You lift his chin to take stock of his face and you know you'll never tire of seeing his kind eyes looking back at you. "Hey, I love you, you know."

You can't see it, but you're pretty sure he's blushing. The heat radiating from his face against your shoulder washed up like a sunrise; It was slow, but you felt every little prickle of warmth overtake everything it touched.

He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his lips brushing against your skin.

"I love you too," he whispers. "You know I do. You know I'll never stop, yeah?"

You smile and close your eyes, letting the near total darkness of the room wrap you both up in a blanket of promises.

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[foldingfittedsheets]

on the topic of mattresses and pillows, first off, thank you for being a treasure and answering everyone's bed queries, secondly, i have a mattress that is at least 15 years old if not older at this point, and i prefer to sleep angled somewhere between my side and stomach due to an unfortunate overendowment of the chest. what type of mattress would you recommend, and are there any decent pillows that don't go flat and won't cause me to accidentally smother myself in my sleep?

Hmgh. Okay so first as a benchmark, our bodies needs change every 7-9 years. Replacing a bed that often is expensive but start to think of it when you hit the ten year mark. $800 over ten years is a reasonable amount for your health.

No shade at all, 15 years is getting awfully long in the tooth and will definitely be a contributing factor in sleep position. If you’re reading this and your bed is that old please consider whether it’s still meeting your needs or if you’re sleeping in a dent and putting it off. Beds are part of your health. Be nice to your sleeping body.

To your question: you’re probably gonna want to aim for something in the middle range, very soft beds are rough for stomach sleeping, but very hard is brutal for side sleeping.

For a pillow a solid memory foam, but as an erstwhile stomach sleeper I find that pulling the pillow partially under my chest helps stop the suffocating. With a solid memory foam you’re not struggling to come up for air.

And now for the line that I straight up didn’t believe before I got a nice bed: Sleeping on your side and stomach are symptoms of discomfort. The “ideal” sleep position is on your back with your head raised slightly.

See, the reason most people don’t sleep on their back is lack of low back support from the mattress. That curve in your lower back needs to get filled in for you to really be comfy. Ever found you need to keep your knees up while laying on your back? It’s shitty back support! Your body is unconsciously saying it’s not comfortable and you’re making an adjustment to accommodate that.

I truly thought this was bullshit until the first night I woke up on my new bed, flat on my back, having not moved all night long. Nothing hurt and I was freakin shook. I’ve always had a fucked up back and slept almost exclusively on my stomach. So with the right setup your sleeping position might change.

Now some people need help getting the low back support- people like I used to be who don’t weigh enough, people with difficult spines. Other people need help with breathing on their back like if you have huge massive boobies flopping every which way. Adjustable bases can go under your bed and provide the least pressure on your body to sleep well.

This isn’t always feasible for a lot of people, because fancy beds that facilitate real comfort can be expensive, not to mention moveable bases. The upshot is you can achieve some of that with pillow placement.

A pillow under your knees while sleeping on your back helps a ton. There’s angled wedges that can help prop your head up a bit while you sleep. Only ten degrees makes a huge difference for all kinds of issues. Acid reflux, sleep apnea, migraines, the list is long.

So if it’s in the stars for you to splurge don’t rule out that back sleeping might be in your future which my betitted wife has always found comfiest, bed permitting. But when you go into the store, lay how you sleep. Don’t rule out trying a bed on your back but if you sleep at an angle, lay at an angle.

I know it’s awkward to lay ass up in front of a stranger. But do it. Do it for long enough to really feel if the bed is supportive, squashing your tee-taa’s too much, if it’s letting your spine bend too far the wrong way. And ask to try it with a nice pillow that fits your body. Get a combo that works for you.

Good luck!

[littlespacereader]

Hiii, if your requests open was wondering if you could write a Caregiver Moonknight fic. M not really sure on a plot idea just kinda seeking some comfort.

Hope you having good day/evening/night!!!

I loooooovvvvvveeee a comfort Moon Knight Fic!! Especially with some CG Steven love🥰 You’ve got it @aew-kun-age-regression ! I hope you enjoy this fic!!

And the Lights Will Flicker

Caregiver!Steven Grant & GN!Little Reader (SFW)

Tags - crying, stuffie, hurt/comfort, cuddles, storytime

Nicknames - Darling, little one, sweets

London was known for its rainy and overcast weather, but nothing like this. This was a fullblown thunderstorm and a bad one at that.

What started as a simply rain storm soon developed into a tropical storm night. Rain whipped back and forth, thunder roared outside and lightning flashed. Just terrible terrible weather for London.

Steven looked outside with sigh. Today he had planned to try out a new park to read some of his favorite books at. But the weather wouldn’t allow anyone to do much of anything today.

So inside he stayed, reading on the couch, reading at the table, reading pretty much everywhere.

His reading was interrupted temporarily by the sound of knocking at his door…or so he thought.

He set his book down and unlocked the many locks on his front door to find it empty. But a look down the hall answered his questions.

His neighbor Y/N, was trying desperately to get their stuck key out from the keyhole. The banging was a result of this problem.

“Need a bit of help there Y/N?” Steven asked as he walked over.

“Steven, hey! Yeah, if you wouldn’t mind.” They said a bit shy.” Y/N is one of you only people Steven knowns that says his name properly…unlike the people at his job…

“These stupid old locks never work. I’ve already put in two work order and I haven’t heard anything back from anyone.” They said with a sigh. They were soaked head to toe, having got caught in the storm without realizing no doubt.

“I don’t blame you my keyhole does the same thing. But usually when I do this,” Steven wiggled the key just enough that the key unwedged itself from the door, “it does the trick.” Steven smiled.

Y/N smiled back as Steven handed them the key. “Thank you. It’s been a long day and this door isn’t helping.”

“I can see that. Got caught in the storm?”

“Yeah…I didn’t know it was going to be so nasty.”

“Neither did I. But it’s a good day to stay in and read a nice book.”

“I think I might take your advice. Thank you again Steven.”

“Of course. If you need anything feel free to pop over.” Steven offered. He knew they lived alone and were, for the most part, on their own. So he always offered a lending hand, being the good neighbor he always is.

“I will. Thanks again.” And with that Y/N entered their apartment.

They sighed, throwing their wet belongings to the side before dragging themselves to the bathroom for a nice long and warm shower to take the chill out of their system.

They were definitely regressing tonight. If there was ever a night they needed regression, it was tonight. With the stresses of school and family pressuring them, they needed the escape regression always brought them.

So after their shower they pickled out their favorite pjs, grabbed their stuffies and sippy cup and climbed into bed. The storm went on outside, but inside surrounded by fluffy blankets, Y/N laid peacefully reading one of their favorite children’s books.

~~~

It started to get later into the night so Steven called it for himself. He got dressed into his pajamas and was just starting to brush his teeth.

The storm outside was getting worse and worse by the minute. But maybe it would lull him to sleep?

Just as he spit out his tooth paste and wiped his mouth, the lights started to flicker.

“Marc is that you?” Steven asked as he looked around worried.

“No it must be the storm.” Marc replied internally.

Suddenly the lights and power went out. Steven jumped but quickly recovered. No power…guess he should grab some candles.

Usually the power would come back on soon after but it seemed to be staying off for longer this time. Steven crossed his apartment and grabbed the supplies.

He lit two candles and placed them on his table. He was about to light the third one when…

Knock, Knock, Knock.

There were three frantic knocks at his front door. Maybe it was the landlord explaining the situation? Or maybe…

Steven didn’t stand around pondering. He rushed to the door and quickly unlocked it to find Y/N, holding onto their stuffie, crying.

All at once Steven froze with worry and shock. Y/N looked so young and afraid. It broke his heart. “Y/N, are you okay darling?”

They shook their head as more tears escaped their eyes, “’m scared! No light!”

“Did the storm knock your power out too?” Steven asked getting a nod yes from them.

“Well there’s no need to be scared. I’m sure the power will come back on soon-.”

“Can…can I tay wit you? ‘ill its back?” They asked so timidly.

Steven smiled, “Of course you can! Please come in, make yourself at home.”

Y/N walked into Steven messy apartment, but not too far in. Steven could see they wanted to hang out around him instead.

“Would you like some water or juice?” He offered as he closed the front door.

“Juice please,” They replied.

Steven nodded, “Well how about we get comfortable for the night? Have a seat on my couch over there and I’ll go grab you a cup of apple juice.”

They nodded back and walk towards the couch. Steven came over and set two of the candles on the coffee table infront so rheum would have some light in the makeshift living room.

On his way into the kitchen, Marc started to speak up, “Steven…your friend…are they a-.”

“Regressor? I believe so.” Steven replied internally.

It wasn’t like Marc and Steven were new to the idea of regression. After all what they went through themselves, they were no stranger to coping mechanisms. Steven could recognize it right away, from the moment that door opened and he was met with Y/N’s eyes.

He felt a sense of protectiveness wash over him as he turned back to the living room, plastic cup of juice in hand. He always protected Marc, so what more would it be to protect Y/N too?

“Just makes sure they’re okay and comfortable. I’m worried about them.” Marc replied.

Marc wasn’t one for emotions so hearing and feeling his other self so worried for the Little made him feel a little better. Like he wasn’t the only one who was concerned. Almost like another person was there to help him along.

“Don’t worry, I plan on taking good care of them for as long as they need me.” Steven replied.

“Here we go. One cup of juice for you and a cup of water for myself,” Steven said taking a seat on the couch next to Y/N, “Now I must ask, did you friend want something to drink? It slipped my mind to ask them earlier.” He asked gesturing to their stuffie.

They lifted the stuffie to their ear as if they were whispering a secret to Y/N. Then they shook their head, “They aren’t thirsty.”

“Oh well that’s a relief. But if they need anything you be sure to let me know. That goes for you too.” Steven winked, getting a small smile from Y/N.

Another particularly loud thunder decided to strike at that moment. Y/N instinctively reached for Steven who gladly opened his arms to the scared Little.

He wrapped his arms around them, bringing the Little in close. Y/N grabbed his shirt and hid their face against his chest, tucked away under Steven’s chin shaking like a leaf.

Steve lightly rocked them and shushed their worries away. “It’s okay darling it’s okay. I’ve got you. I’ve got you, you’re safe now.”

They stayed like that for a moment together, just the two of them holding onto one another with all of the love and warmth there could ever be in this world. After a moment he could feel the little one start to relax and settle down in his arms.

They lifted their head and looked up at Steven with a small smile. “Tank you.” They said in a voice so small and innocent.

“Of course darling. It’s really scary outside but you don’t need to worry anymore. I’m right here.” He replied placing a small kiss to the top of their head.

“How about a book while we cuddle for a bit?” He asked getting another smile and nod from Y/N. They needed a distraction from the storm or they would be upset all night.

Steven picked Y/N up and into his arms, resting them on his hip as he went around his flat in search of a good book for them. The problem was…most of them weren’t for someone as young as Y/N.

“Most of these are on Egyptian mythology. Do you want to hear about that?” Steven asks.

Y/N looks at the book curious but shrugs. “What’s it ‘bout?”

Steven face lit up to see the little one’s curiosity. “It’s about the Egyptian gods. What the Egyptians believed was each of the god purpose.”

“Woooowwwww!” Y/N eyes lit up as they listened to Steven enthusiasm.

“How about we settle in for the night, cuddle up and start this book together? Sound good sweets?” Steven asked getting a sleepy nod and a small yawn.

So back to the couch they went. Steven sat them down and wrapped the two of them up in a big soft blanket from his bed.

“Okay, where should we begin?” The book opened and pages started to turn. Y/N cuddled into Steven’s side and listened as Steven started to read along.

“Taweret is the Egyptian goddess of childbirth and fertility. The name Taweret means "she who is great" or simply "great one".” Steven began to read.

~~~

It was last midnight when when power resumed itself in the apartment complex. The storm still raged outside but inside was nothing but blissful peace.

Y/N was fast asleep, one around wrapped around Steven and the other around their stuffie. Their head rested on Steven’s shoulder as they dreamed away.

Steven was in a similar position. He was fast asleep as well, one arm wrapped around Y/N’s shoulders holding them close to himself, the other held onto the open book. Steven’s sleeping head rested on top of Y/N’s.

While before they were just neighbors, after tonight they might’ve just become something a little more special.

[fayes-fics]

Moments: The Birth of Baby Isobel

Moments Masterpost

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: Benedict insists on being present at the birth of his second baby, having missed the first.

Warnings: none really.... fluffy fluff. Intentionally vague/not graphic descriptions of the horror that is childbirth.

Word Count: 1.8k

Authors Note: For me, this is tooth-rottingly fluffy lol. Just a lil gift for @iboopedyournose who wanted more Moments with Benedict holding his babies. Thanks to @makaylan for the read through and @margowritesthings for the Moments moodboard above.

“Mr Bridgerton!” the doctor exclaims, “we have this in hand. Please wait outside; we will call you in when your baby is born.”

“I’m okay, darling honest,” you assure your frazzled-looking husband. “The doctor is here; I will be fine.”

“But I don’t want to leave the room,” Benedict answers, almost frantic. “I can’t miss this!! I want to be here! I couldn’t for James. I have to for this one, my love; please don’t send me away!” He looks genuinely distressed.

You hold his hand and look at the doctor. “Doctor Samuels, if he promises to stay up by my shoulder with me, can my husband stay?”

“If he does not get in my way. Fine,” the doctor sighs, “but why he would want to is beyond me. No husband normally stays in the room.”

“Well, I am not a normal husband,” Benedict clips, not looking at him, and you squeeze his hand to calm his irritation.

“Stay here with me, darling. I need you to help me breathe,” you request, but at this moment, it’s as much for him as it is for you—anything to keep him from becoming a ball of anxiety.

“In two, three, out two, three,” you talk him through deep breaths, and the pulse hammering in his neck seems to slow as he breathes with you.

Then another contraction hits you, stronger than the last, and you grasp his hand tight and groan loudly, panting out breaths. It’s his turn to talk you through it.

“You’re doing wonderful, darling,” Benedict assures, taking a damp flannel offered by a midwife and wiping your brow.

“Push Mrs Bridgerton,” the doctor orders, and you do. Yelling and pushing with all your might. The pressure and pain are intense. You only have vague memories of this moment with James. You don’t remember it being this bad, but you suspect the mind may deliberately make you forget after it is over, or else no one would ever want another child, based on what you feel in this very moment.

“It hurts Benedict!” you wail, squeezing his hand so tight you swear you might break his knuckles.

“I’m sorry, my love,” he soothes, “it will be over soon then; just think, we will have another perfect little baby.”

“No more after this one!” you bemoan, puffing hard breaths.

“Yes, of course, darling,” he placates.

You scream again as another wave of pain hits you, doubling over, sweating and yelling.

You feel Benedict's strong arm wrap around your shoulders and him talking into your damp hair, encouraging loving words. Which, on the one hand, you know is incredibly sweet of him—no husband you know of has sat with his wife in the final throes of childbirth. But, on the other hand, you can’t deny that at this very moment, you sort of want to murder him for doing this to you.

After another round of dizzying pain, yelling, and crying, you hear the doctor announce they can see the head. Then it’s a frenzy of movement around you in quick succession. The passage of time seems elastic; it could have been minutes or hours; you honestly have no idea. With so much effort, your body feels like it is turning inside out, and a pain that is searing and life-altering, you eventually hear a lusty infant cry, and you flop back against the pillows as Benedict keeps talking sweet words.

“It’s a girl!” the doctor announces after a short pause, snipping the umbilical cord. “A healthy baby girl, all fingers and toes are here.”

“Let me see!” Benedict turns, looking away from you for the first time since your intense stage of labour started.

“The midwives are just swaddling her, Mr Bridgerton,” the doctor replies, “then she will be handed to your wife.”

“Benedict,” you croak exhausted, flopping your head over to look at him hazily, “thank you for staying with me.”

He turns back to you and wipes your brow, and kisses your no-doubt-drenched forehead. “No, thank YOU. I can’t believe it; it’s finally happened. We have another baby! And I got to be here,” he seems to radiate relief and joy but also disbelieving, almost overwhelmed.

“Here you go, Mrs Bridgerton,” one of the midwives fluffs your supporting pillows as the other hands you your precious bundle of joy.

You look down and see your own face looking back at you. It’s almost disconcerting—your nose, your eyes, your complexion, your hair colour.

“Oh my god, she is so beautiful,” Benedict gasps, peering over.

“She is me,” you utter, still shocked. “Benedict, this is so strange,” you whisper. “I’ve only ever had babies that look like you….”

He laughs heartily at your unintentionally hilarious line. The idea you could have a child that didn’t look exactly like him is somehow an impossibility in your mind. He wraps his arm tight around your shoulders, pulling you and your daughter into an embrace and kissing your sweaty temple.

“Well, I am very happy our daughter looks like you, not me, a man,” he chuckles, and you giggle. “But darling, she is so perfect, thank you,” his voice wavering with emotion. You see in his eyes how this is so raw for him.

“Darling, you take her?” you offer, softly twisting towards him.

“Really?” His voice is full of wonderment.

“Yes, I have an afterbirth to deal with.”

“What is that?” he frowns.

“You don’t want to know,” you answer quickly. “Just take our baby daughter and spend some time with her.”

He reaches over and, as if she is the most fragile thing, takes her from your arms and cradles her expertly. As if he was born to do so.

“Hello, my darling, darling girl,” he whispers, his voice laden with emotion. “I’m your daddy, and I love you so much,” his voice cracks. You watch him place a featherlight kiss on her forehead as she twitches slightly.

“Mr Bridgerton, perhaps you could take a seat over here while we assist your wife?” the midwife offers, and he stands up and follows without taking his eyes off his daughter.

“What a wonderful husband you have,” the woman sighs as she returns to your side. “I’ve never seen one stay for the delivery, and I’ve delivered more babies than I’ve had hot dinners,” she jests lightly.

“He could not be there for our firstborn,” you explain, unsure why you are telling her this but doing so without detail. “He made a vow that he would be here for all the others.” As you speak, you watch him run a finger gently over the baby’s cheek mouthing something to her.

He stays in the room as they complete the birth process with you, but he never looks at anything that is happening. He only has eyes for his daughter. You can see the love radiating from him, and it causes a lump in your throat. So sad he could not do this with James but so pleased he can now.

Once the towels and sheets are removed, and you are tucked back into bed, the cleanup complete, they call Benedict over to you to feed your baby. He hands her over and watches in awe as the baby latches on instantly, and you feel the weird long-forgotten sensation of a baby suckling from your body.

“You are a miracle,” he whispers.

“She is,” you deflect.

“You both are,” he smiles, running a knuckle over her tuft of hair sticking outside the swaddling she is wrapped in.

After the doctors and midwives bid you goodbye, you both just stare down your little daughter as she feeds, heads together.

“We need a name for our little miracle,” you say quietly, watching as she falls asleep peacefully, snuggling against your breast.

“She looks so very much like you; I think we should pick a name from your family,” he suggests.

“Oh, my Scottish maternal grandmother was called Isobel. I always thought that a most beautiful name.”

“Isobel is perfect, my love. Isobel Bridgerton, what a beautiful name for a beautiful girl,” he smiles, kissing you both.

“Hello, Isobel,” you whisper to your daughter, and you swear you see the twitch of a smile in her slumber, even though you know that’s not really possible yet.

“So… are you going tell James he was right about having a baby sister, or shall I?” Benedict chuckles.

You giggle quietly. “You know he will be insufferably smug about that. He was so certain at that family Christmas dinner,” you shake your head at the fond memory.

“I could check if he is awake?” Benedict offers.

“Alright, but please hurry back, love.” You squeeze his hand as he stands up, not wanting to be alone just yet, but wanting him to be the one to break the news to James.

“I don’t want to be apart from either of you for more than a few blinks,” he admits to the same sentiment, “but I will to fetch my son.”

You softly kiss your baby's forehead and whisper gentle words, and soon you hear little footsteps running down the corridor.

“James, my love,” you say quietly as he almost skids into the room, “come and meet your sister.”

“Hello, Izzy,” he smiles brightly.

Izzy? Why does that name sound so familiar on his lips? You think to yourself.

You assume Benedict must have told James her name, and you beckon him up as he clambers onto the bed for a closer look.

Benedict follows behind him, and soon, the four of you are snuggled in the bed together. Within a few moments of his initial excitement waning, James falls back asleep leaning on your shoulder, it is late for him, being around 10 pm, and you don’t have the heart to move him.

“Thank you for telling James her name. He already thought of a sweet nickname before he walked in,” you chuckle, watching Benedict pat your son's hair affectionately as he sleeps between you.

“I didn’t,” Benedict frowns, “I assumed you had told him?”

You are momentarily taken aback.

“Oh… I suppose I must have,” you say, mildly puzzled. You don’t recall doing so, but it’s been quite an eventful few hours. Anything is possible.

“I can’t stop looking at her. I can’t believe she’s finally here,” Benedict confesses dotingly, curling around James and resting his head on your shoulder. “It’s like yet another little piece of my heart lives outside my body, and it’s terrifying and beautiful,” he admits quietly with one of his hands holding James.

He tilts his head to look up at you with soft eyes, and you already know that if he asked for another baby tomorrow, you would let him, even as your body aches so hard from this one. Dear god, you are so in love with him, it’s almost frightening.

“I love you, Benedict,” you murmur, and he looks wonder-filled. He is almost always the first to declare his emotions at any given moment.

“I love you too,” he responded instantly, surging up and brushing a delicate kiss on your lips. He shuffles so you are leaning against him, James still slumbering peacefully between you. He somehow manages to wrap all three of you in his wide-armed embrace, and that’s how exhaustion claims you, you holding Isobel in your arms, you and James in his.

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[bloomingflowersthings]

That’s how she knows

Author’s note: Yayy! I’m back!! Finally got some time to finish my fics!! thank you for your patience <3

Pairings: WandaNat, WandaNat x toddler!reader, WandaNat x child!reader

Warnings: crappy enchanted-inspired title, tooth rotting fluff, WandaNat family, two redheads finally getting to be happy.

AU! where Wanda and Natasha are dating!! (no vision, srry). Wanda had the twins billy and tommy using ~magic~ and natasha adopted a baby from the red room when she took it down.

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Natasha and Wanda were trying to start a relationship. They just worked well together and loved each other deeply. However, they were taking small steps because of their kids.

Wanda had twin boys, Billy and Tommy, who were 7 years old. They were well behaved, easygoing, smart kids.

And Natasha had you, a girl adopted by her from the red room. When she took dreykov’s scheme down, Yelena surveyed the area to find people that could’ve gotten hurt in the process. But in one of the rooms she found a newborn baby, who had probably been kidnapped from her family to be the youngest widow on training. The blonde called her sister panicking, and Natasha didn’t think twice. You were her baby.

Two years have passed since she brought you home and you were turning yourself into a confident, strong and funny little girl. And the black widow was turning herself into a mother.

The boys knew about her mom going on dates and they were supportive of her, and you were too young to really understand what was going on, but you really liked Wanda and the boys.

Natasha wanted to take a step further and ask Wanda to be her girlfriend, but something was keeping her from doing it. She was so used to living alone with you that she couldn’t really see how things would work if she lived with Wanda.

How it would be like to build a family?

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Today was being a slow day. It was saturday, which meant Nat didn’t went to the compound and you also didn’t have to go to daycare. You were sleeping in late, which was unusual but the widow wasn’t complaining, that way you were sleeping more and she could prepare breakfast for the both of you calmly.

As she was finishing cutting some strawberries, you came to the kitchen in your PJs and with teary eyes.

“Mama… I feel yucky” You whined, rubbing at your eyes.

“Sweetie, what happened?” Your mama walked over you to pick you up. “Oh my, you’re burning up!” She said, laying her hand on your forehead.

You sobbed quietly and burrowed your face on her neck.

Natasha was heartbroken. You were always bubbly and happy and it was obvious that you were feeling awful. She never had to deal with a sick kid before so she was nearly panicking. How could she take care of you properly if she had no idea of how to do it?

“Hhah'ktshi! Hki'tshiew!” You sneezed down your little hands, facing away from her. The redhead was glad that you were polite even if you were still really young.

“Aw, bless you.” She said, while reaching for a tissue from the box that sat at the countertop to wipe your nose.

Suddenly, her phone ringed, prompting you to whine quietly, the sound of the ringtone making your head hurt.

“Shh… it’s okay.” She sat down on the couch, holding you while picking up her phone.

Shoot. It was Wanda. You had agreed that you’d go on a date with her and the kids at the movie theater. But looking at the flushed toddler on her lap, she understood that movie night had to be postponed.

“Hi Wands!”

“Hi Natty! I’m just calling to confirm our movie night today? the boys are really excited about it!” The witch said happily.

“Darling i’m sorry, I don’t think we’re going to be able to-“

“Hhh'ishiew! Eiiishiew! hhii’eshhiew!” You sneezed, wincing at the pressure caused on your sinuses.

“Bless you! is that Y/N?” She asked worriedly

“Yes, she just woke up and she’s miserable Wands, I have no idea of what to do, I never cared for a sick kid before, what should-“

“Sweetie calm down.” Wanda cut her girlfriend from her ramblings.

“I know it’s scary when our babies get sick. I’ve been there. Right now i’m gonna need you to pack a bag, and come over to my house. I’m gonna help you take care of her.”

“Oh Wands, I don’t want to be any trouble for you, I can figure something out.” Natasha said, not wanting to be a burden to her girlfriend.

“Nat, let me help you, I love you, I love Y/N and I want to get her to feel better, and I also want to be here for you, I don’t want you to be alone in this.”

She loves Y/N… that made Natasha smile for the first time that day.

“Okay darling, i’m coming, thank you so much!”

“Don’t mention it! See you soon”

Hanging up the phone, Nat tried to get you to lay down on the couch so she could gather your belongings. It took a while because your fever made you clingy, but you eventually calmed down, falling into a light sleep.

After packing your things, Natasha picked you up carefully, enveloping you in your favorite blanket.

“Hh-h'ktshi! H hheh'tsh!” You sneezed softly, rubbing at your itchy eyes.

“Hey princess, I need you to stop rubbing your eyes, your gonna hurt them okay?”

You nodded, coughing slightly and Nat winced at the sound of your congested chest.

“Do you know what? we’re visiting auntie Wands, isn’t that cool?” Your mama asked, trying to cheer you up.

“Play date?”

“Yes, like a playdate.”

“Yaaay.” You cheered tiredly.

Nat smiled at your cuteness and got the both of you in the car, buckling your seatbelt and draping your blanket over you.

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“Boys, I need to talk to you!” Wanda called out for the kids, who were playing in the backyard.

“I didn’t do anything, I promise!” Tommy said as he ran over to his mom.

“Your not in trouble silly, I just want to talk.” Wanda chuckled.

“Is everything alright?” Billy asked, giving his mom a side hug as they all sat at the bench in the balcony.

“Well, not really… I just called Nat to confirm our movie night, but Y/N is sick so they’re probably not going.”

“Wait, but she’s okay, right?” Billy asked, worried about you.

“She’s not doing too well buddy, but I think it’s just a cold.”

“Aww, if she’s sick we’re also not going mom, I wouldn’t have a lot of fun thinking that she’s not feeling good.” Tommy said, frowning at the thought of the sick toddler.

Wanda brushed her hand through her son’s hair, proud of his actions. “You guys are so kind.”

“Mom, can we visit her?” Billy asked. “We could make her company.”

“And you would see auntie Nat!” Tommy added, winking.

The witch laughed at her son’s antics. “Guys, I actually told Nat to come over to the weekend. Y/N has never been sick before and Nat was really nervous so I thought we could help.”

“Mom, that was a great idea!” Tommy smiled.

“Yeah, we promise we’ll behave and be the best doctors!” Billy said.

“Thank you for being so understanding, I’m really happy with you both.” She said, hugging the twins.

“Does that mean we’ll have extra ice cream for dessert?” Billy asked.

“Hmm… I’m going to think about it.” Wanda said, getting up as the doorbell rang. “Now go and play, Y/N is probably sleeping, if I need any help I’ll just ask the best doctors in the city.” She winked.

With that, the boys began to run around the backyard again.

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At the front door, there was an anxious redhead with a clearly distressed kid clinging to her. You were flushed and shivering in your sleep, and Nat just looked shaken, Wanda had never seen the both of you like this before.

“Hey guys, come in.” The witch said, while grabbing the backpack from her girlfriend’s back, in a attempt to get some weight from her.

“Thank you so much Wanda, you’re the best.” Natasha said, pulling the ginger into a hug.

“No problem darling, come on, let’s sit down.”

As both women sat on the couch, you were laid in between them, with your head on Wanda’s lap.

“Tsk poor thing, you’re not feeling well huh?” Wanda said, rubbing circles on your back as you whimpered in your sleep.

“She fell asleep in the car but I think her temperature has risen.” Your mama said, looking anxiously at her girlfriend to see if she had any ideas to get you feeling better.

Placing her delicate hands on your forehead and cheeks, the witch stated: “Natty, I think she’s a bit too warm for my liking, can you grab the thermometer on my bathroom cabinet?”

The widow quickly got up to retrieve the device, afterall, she had been to Wanda’s house enough times to know where she kept things.

“I got it.”

“Kitten, can I get your blanket for a moment?” Wanda asked, running her hands through your beautiful curls. You nodded, if you weren’t so out of it you would have asked her why she wanted your blankie, but right now you just didn’t have the energy to do so.

At the sudden loss of warmth, you started shaking more noticeably, earning worried looks from both women.

“Try and stay still princess, I promise it’ll be quick.” Your mama said as your auntie placed the thermometer in your mouth, hugging you tight.

“39.2, I really don’t like this fever Natty.” Wanda said as the device gave it’s verdict.

“Oh goodness, what should we do?”

“What about you give her a shower? try to lower that fever so we can properly feed and medicate her?” She said, moving you to your mama’s arms.

“That’s a good idea, what bathroom can I use?”

“You should go to my room, it’s more comfortable.”

“Ok, I’m going.” Nat said. “Hey bug, we’re going to take a nice shower now okay?” She cooed, entering Wanda’s room.

As the witch searched for some medicine in the cupboards, the twins entered the kitchen, slightly out of air because they were playing tag.

“Hey mom! where’s Y/N?”

“Hi boys, she’s taking a shower, why don’t you do the same? you’re kinda sweaty.”

“Okay!!”

The boys ran upstairs to shower and Wanda finally found the bottle of medicine. She gathered everything that she could need, like tissues and the thermometer and made her way to her room.

Entering the bedroom, Nat had already finished cleaning and dressing you. The witch approached the chair where Natasha was sitting with you on her lap. Your shivering decreased noticeably and you weren’t as pale as before, but you were still quiet and looking miserable.

“Hey princess, are you all clean?” Wanda asked, kneeling down to your level.

You nodded and made grabby hands, signaling the witch that you wanted to be held by her.

She’s so precious. The woman thought to herself as she picked you up, raising her hand to your forehead to feel that your fever wasn’t as high as before.

“She adores you. Whenever we go out she keeps talking about you.” The redhead stated, giving a kiss to her girlfriend’s cheek.

“Aww, is it true Y/N? do you like me?”

You hummed in agreement and started caressing her ear, something that you only did to your mama. For some reason, you trusted Wanda and you could feel your mama’s happiness whenever she was around.

“Let’s go prepare lunch? I bet you’re hungry.” Wanda asked the redhead.

“I’m helping you.”

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While the two adults were preparing some lunch, you were sitting on the couch with the boys, watching finding nemo. It was peaceful, until your nose started tickling.

“Hehh…”

“Don’t cover with your hands.” Billy alerted, making you lose the need to sneeze. He got up and brought the tissues for when you needed them.

“If you need to sneeze, try to cover with these, ok?”

You nodded and gave him a thumbs up. Nat and Wanda smiled at each other, admiring the way that you got along well.

“Hh-“ The tickle returned and you didn’t got enough time to pull the tissues, prompting Tommy to use his super speed to help you.

“Heh’iishioo! Hu’tshhiew! Hhheh'tsh!” You sneezed down the tissues that the boy used to cover your nose.

“Bless you.” The boys said in unison. “I’m going to wash my hands.” Tommy added.

“They’re so cute.” Wanda whispered to Nat not wanting to interrupt the interaction.

“The boys are so precious, they get it from you.” Nat purred, making the other woman blush.

“Guys, food’s ready!” Wanda announced, prompting you to make your way to the table.

Everyone sat down to eat and you got secured in the high chair that Wanda had in the house just for you. Nat finished eating quickly so she could feed you.

As she started spoon feeding you, your throat started hurting a lot. It was like there was a thousand needles prickling you. And it made tears fill your eyes. However you were well educated, so you forcefully swallowed the soup, making tears fill your eyes.

“Ow…” You whimpered quietly, crying at the pain that you felt.

“What happened baby?” Nat asked, catching the tears that rolled down your cheek.

“Hurts…”

“Don’t cry. Where do you hurt?” Wanda asked, holding your hand.

“Mom, her throat must be hurting.” Billy said.

“Yeah, that’s why she’s so quiet.” Tommy added.

“Is that it sweetie, your throat hurts?”

You nodded, sobbing quietly.

“Let’s try to eat a little bit more? Can you try that?” Your mama asked. You hadn’t eaten all day and she couldn’t give you medicine on an empty stomach.

You shook your head no. You were exhausted and feeling yucky and you didn’t wanted to eat or take medicine.

“Y/N, what about this, you try to eat a little bit more, and take your medicine like a brave girl, and when your fever lowers I can give you a popsicle. Would you like that?”

You nodded slowly.

“If you’re too scared we can take some medicine so you see it’s not a big deal!” Tommy offered.

“That’s so sweet, but it won’t be necessary, medicine is only for sick people.” Nat thanked the boy, messing with his hair.

You ate a little more and the boys cheered when you took your medicine without complaining.

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You guys had a peaceful afternoon, with the boys playing legos with you and the both women just chilling and chatting. However, with the eventful day you had, you were starting to get sleepy. Noticing how tired you were, Wanda spoke up: “Hey guys, how about we call it a day? I bet you’re exhausted.”

“Yeah, I’m kinda tired.” Billy admitted.

“Okay, Nat, i’m just going to put the boys to slee-

“Mom, how about aunt Nat put us to sleep?” Tommy said, wanting some more time with the redhead.

The witch looked over at her girlfriend, who had the biggest smile on her face.

“Of course I can put you to sleep! I’d love to!”

With that, the boys kissed Wanda and you good night and made their way to the bedroom along Natasha.

After tucking the boys in, Natasha sat in the middle of both beds, holding the boys hands until they’d fall asleep.

“Did you know that our mom loves you?” Tommy said, breaking the silence.

After processing what the boy had just said, Nat asked: “Did she say that?”

“It’s obvious that she loves you, just look at the way she looks at you.” Billy stated. “We also love you, and Y/N. Do you love us too?”

“I do boys. I love you guys and I love your mom.”

“So why you haven’t asked to marry her yet?”

Nat chuckled. “It’s not that simple guys, something like this would change our lives forever, and you’re really young yet.”

“I’d like that change…” Tommy said.

“I’d also like it, very much.” The redhead said, getting up and kissing the twin’s foreheads.

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Entering the living room, Natasha saw the most beautiful scene in front of her.

Wanda was rocking you so sleep, singing you a sokovian lullaby. You were already asleep in her arms, looking peaceful and happy.

That’s when Nat decided that she would love to get home everyday to this scene.

That she would love to put the boys to bed.

That she would love to always help Wanda cooking.

That she would love to see you growing along with the twins.

That this was her family. And she wanted to spend the rest of her life like this.

[illarian-rambling]

Thanks for the tags @ominous-feychild and @theink-stainedfolk!

OC Deep Dive 🎶

How's about we give Sepo some spotlight? My grumpy siren could always use some love <3

What uncommon/common fear do they have?

Sepo generally lives about two steps from full panic at all times. His years at the bottom of the Trench food chain gave him an acute fear of being hunted or having his friends taken from him. Aside from that, he's afraid of being damned to hell. In book 1, he walks a heretical line with the god he follows. In book 2 and 3, some things are revealed to him that don't help this fear whatsoever. My man has some religious trauma, suffice to say.

Do they have any pet peeves?

Many, in fact. Sepo doesn't like loud noises or bright lights on account of his acute siren senses. People with no manners piss him off. People who think they're superior to him piss him off. People who are too timid also piss him off. Generally, if he's upright and aware, something is pissing him off.

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

A leviathan-tooth dagger, a very plush quilt, and a stack of books.

What do they notice first in a person?

How much of a threat they pose. Sepo's eye is trained for hidden weapons, suspicious scars, or signs of sorcery.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance?

10/10 for physical pain. He's been through the damn ringer and is used to fighting through injuries. As for emotional pain, 4/10. It's hard to hurt his feelings because he really only cares about three people, but hurt any of them, and he shuts down. Or blows up. Depends on what his god is willing to offer him.

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure? (or freeze and fawn)

Fight. It used to be freeze, but then he spent a decade in prison and learned that those who strike first are more likely to be the ones to walk away. This isn't great for non-threats, as he'll pull a knife for anything. Bird rustling in the bushes? Knife is out. Friend running up to hug you from behind? Knife is out.

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person?

In terms of biological family, it was just Sepo and his older brother Saius for most of his childhood. His mother, Carmira, was a prostitute and his father was an unknown client of hers. When she died of a disease, Sepo and Saius were sent to study as priests of Lamsara Hedandros. Things were fine until they weren't. Years later, after losing his brother, Sepo ended up with a little found family to hold dear to him. Izjik is his oldest friend. She's his soulmate and his other half. Twenari is like a little sister to him. They're the most similar in temperament and enjoy quiet reading time together. Djek is also like a little brother to Sepo, albeit a rather irritating one. But deep down, he loves to argue with the younger man and does his best to make sure he stays on the straight and narrow.

What animal represents them best?

A killer whale, I'd say. A dangerous, vengeful animal, but one with a strong sense of family.

What is a smell that they dislike?

The scent of blood. It means something has gone wrong.

Have they broken any bones?

Oh, definitely. He was running around with a broken arm for all of book 3, broke a wingfin in the Trench once, and has fractured more ribs, fingers, and toes than can be counted.

How would a stranger likely describe them?

"You see that unsettling fellow over there? The tall, gaunt one with the long, wavy brown hair? I think he's a siren. Those eyes don't lie - as black as the starless night they are. And he has skin that looks like it's just been introduced to the sun a week ago. ...I don't like that look he has."

Are they a night owl or an early bird?

Very much a night owl. Sepo would rather eat glass than get up early.

What is a flavour they hate and a flavour they love?

Due to the fact that he's missing his tongue, Sepo has a limited sense of taste and relies much more on texture to differentiate between foods. His favorite texture is that of caviar or couscous. Anything small, grainy, and soft. His least favorite texture is bread or anything similarly spongey.

Do they have any hobbies?

Despite the painful memories it can bring, Sepo loves music. He loves listening to it, writing it, and playing the fiddle. He also enjoys reading, usually nonfiction, but he does enjoy a good mystery from time to time.

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises?

Immediately draws a knife. Once he notices it's his friends, he'll calm down a bit, but still probably snap at them for startling him. After that, he'd actually be quite touched by their care. Not that he'd ever deign to express such a thing, of course.

Do they like to wear jewelry?

Only on special occasions. Sepo can't afford much in the way of fancy things, so he saves anything he has for days that deserve it. He prefers silver jewelry and usually goes with some sort of hair piece.

Do they have neat or messy handwriting?

Incredibly neat. He only learned to write Janazi characters rather recently, so he still makes spelling mistakes, but his letters are impeccable.

What are the two emotions they feel the most?

Terrified rage and protective love.

Do they have a favourite fabric?

Probably silk. He has expensive tastes at heart.

What kind of accent do they have?

In my brain, he's upper-crust British. Canonically though, he has a very thick Llanaodan accent when he's using his telepathy ring. It's very sing-songy and all the words flow together. The closest Earth equivalent would be one of the romance languages but more musical.

I'll tag @mk-writes-stuff @theprissythumbelina @witchy-shortcake @thecomfywriter and anyone else who wants to play :)

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Power Rangers Dino Charge: End of Season Review

So I thought making reviews for every Power Rangers season that I've seen would be fun! (And I'm ignoring the physics lab report I have to do lmao)

Don't really expect anyone to read this but eh this is for fun

Fave Character: Prince Phillip III of Zandar. He's my little bitch babygirl <3

Fave Ship: Chiley!!! Green/black ships my beloved. My fave rarepair is Phillip/Ivan. The gay devotion in knight/prince ships is peak

Fave Non-Romantic Relationship: Kendall, James, and Phillip. Auxillary Rangers ftw!! (fuck Zenowing)

Fave Episode: The Tooth Hurts! Chiley ep of all time

General Thoughts:

Dino Charge was the first season of Power Rangers that I'd ever seen, and was the thing that got me into the fandom, so I'll always have a soft spot for it. But even rewatching it recently has it hold up.

The characters in this show are what I think makes it one of the best Power Rangers seasons, and the best Neo Saban. All of them are so great, and while they never got too much depth (curse you adults that think kids can't handle complicated things) but they're still such interesting people. Dino Charge had a large cast, and they didn't always handle that many people that well (the auxiliary Rangers unfortunately get little to no attention), but the cast, in my opinion, is what made it so great.

The main cast is so lovable. Tyler, while he can be a little bland at times, is a little cutie so he's great. Chase is an interesting character that's very fun to watch. Koda is the heart of the team and he's a perfect little angel. Riley is our canonically gay (via the actor) overachiever representation. Shelby is also overachiever representation, with academic pressure from parents too! Then you have Ivan. Our loyal and chivalrous knight out of time. The gay devotion is real with this one.

I'm going to cut myself off here, because you probably get the point. I love the cast of Dino Charge. Barring Zenowing and Keeper. They're just useless to me

And because these characters are interesting people, they also have such fun dynamics with each other. I love that the Rangers really feel like a found family. You can examine any relationship between the Rangers and have something to talk about. I mentioned Kendall, Phillip and James earlier as my fave platonic dynamic, but there are a lot more to look at. Tyler and Chase as himbo bros, Riley and Shelby as gay besties , Koda, Kendall and Chase with their familial bond as they were the first Rangers together... they're all great.

And the villain situation in Dino Charge was.... interesting.

The concept of fighting a bounty hunter that captures his monsters from all over the universe is cool, especially because it gives an explanation as to why the monster of the week fights so hard - they'd win their freedom if they brought back an energem. But Sledge himself was kind of a boring villain to me. He never actually has any kind of motivation for getting the energems - we don't know if he wants them for universal domination or to sell them to the highest bidder. So he felt kind of flat to me. I did love Poisandra, Curio, Wrench and Fury though. I liked that they had more personality. And Poisandra is my girl and I love her. She should've gotten a redemption arc. Fury was also an interesting character because of his rivalry with Ivan. I do wish they explored it more, but what we did get was cool.

And after Sledge was defeated, we got Heckyl and Snide! Quite obviously a Jeckyll and Hyde reference, these two were much more interesting to me than Sledge. Heckyl's backstory is so sad 😭 and I love him more for it. The concept of a villain infiltrating the Rangers place of work and pretending to be their friend was so awesome. I wish he was a double agent for longer (and that they didn't wipe his memory of their base) but I liked it.

Then you had Arcanon for a little bit. This was so fucking stupid. Dino Charge made an original villain in Sledge, so I think they shouldn't have bothered with trying to work Arcanon in there (his Sentai counterpart was the head villain). It felt too rushed and they could've introduced the dark energem with something else.

And then surprise! Sledge again! Also hated that to be honest. They defeated him the first time. Why bring him back.

We don't talk about that finale. We don't

Technically I have to if I want to talk about Dino Charge (unfortunately) so all I'm going to say is that it's stupid and I hate it. Ivan and Koda never leave and they never fuck up the timeline with that dumbfuck idea thanks <3

(Genuinely there's a discussion to be had about the character assassination that was committed by making Koda and Ivan - who had accepted that they were men out of time and living lives with their new family - went back in time for some fucking reason, but that's for another post)

Now! Onto something I actually want to talk about! The Sentai adaptation vs the Power Rangers. I've seen both, so y'all are getting my thoughts as to how well they adapted it. I think Dino Charge did an amazing job. They didn't take what happened in Kyoryuger and copy that exactly (cough cough Samurai cough cough). They made their own story and used the footage well

I also want to talk about the thing that makes Power Rangers iconic - the actual Ranger bit. I'm talking about the power source, the suits, the zords, and the Super mode.

I really liked the energems as a power source. The idea of ancient stones created at the dawn of the universe that bonded to dinosaurs, then people, is really cool. I have issues with the "energems give them immortality" bit (because I'm sad that they have to watch their friends and family die) but it really does make sense. They are bonded to something that is ancient and powerful, and there should be some side effects from that.

Now for the suits! (One could argue that the suits are more of the Sentai's influence but I'm treating them as solely Dino Charge right now). I really love the Dino Charge suits. They already get points in my book for not having fucking lips (which I hate with a burning passion), but they do look cool on their own. I love solidly coloured suits that don't have white or black pants. The helmets are also really cool, and I love the dinosaur heads incorporated in them. So the DIno Charge suits are great to me

The zords in Dino Charge are also awesome. They look really cool. I wish they could be small to hang out with their Rangers, but alas, we can't have everything 😔

The Super mode in Dino Charge was a pretty solid one. I liked that Rexy could be small to fight alongside Tyler. Don't love the white on the suit, but at least his normal suit is a nice, solid red.

So yeah! That's my Dino Charge review. Thanks for sticking around after that word vomit lol. I love this season so fucking much

[struwberrii]

HIIIIIIII I'D LIKE TO REQUEST A MATCHUP (romantic matchup) 💗

im a girl, she/her pronouns, u can call me sofie. i want to be paired with masculine characters, and i dont want to be paired with Hinata, Wakatoshi and Kageyama.

1- Ideal traits: intelligence is the MOST important thing in a person for me. i want someone understanding, who i can be blunt and honest with, and be myself without worries. nerd because i am a nerd and i want to discuss about my nerdy interests :D

2- My personality: my friends say im smart but lazy, and also a difficult person to approach at first. im pretty quiet and i hate small talk so i get why they say that. they say im good at giving advice, but im really awkward when it comes to giving comfort. i cant really say what i think 100% bc im afraid of upsetting them 😭 im an overthinker, caring, perfectionist, anxious, introverted person. i worry about any little small detail and i plan every little interaction i have, even when i go to the market. my friends say im calm outside and chaotic inside. i do panick sometimes but i'd say that im pretty calm. i HATE those hotheaded people that want everything fast, LIKE BITCH CALM DOWN!

3- My hobbies: i like to draw and bake. OMG I CANT DESCRIBE HOW MUCH I LOVE BAKING BROWNIES ITS THERAPY OMG

4- love language: i give quality time and acts of service, and im open to receive any kind expect physical touch for too long. i cant stand more than a 20 second hug.

5- dream date: A CAFE DATE! omg my dream is to go on a cafe date with someone and get all the sweets in the menu while talking about our nerdy interests (i have a sweet tooth).

6- Appearence: im 1.57 cm tall, 45kg. i would say that my body is average. i use glasses, my hair is short brown with red highlights and my eyes are dark brown. i have round cheeks and some pimples like any teenager. i dont care about what i wear as long as its decent and comfortable.

7- mbti: INTJ-T 5w6

THANK U SO MUCH, TAKE UR TIME DOING MY MATCHUP, NO PRESSURE!

match up: tetsuro kuroo ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

i hope u like the matchup sofieee!!!

so the reason i paired you with kuroo is because i see him as very accepting and understanding of people, so i can see him being very open to discussing all your nerdy interest along with him discussing his nerdy interests (because he is also the biggest nerd ever LOL)

also he seems like the type of guy to not get his feelings hurt very easily so i can see him being ok with any of your blunt or straight forward comments and understanding that you didn’t mean it in a rude or unfriendly way.

also your mbti type are compatible, he is an ENTP :o (wasn’t even surprised when i found out his type 😭)

i also think kuroos giving love language would have something to do with acts of service, or gift giving.

he also seems like the kind of guy to do research on the things you like so that he can talk to you about it and actually understand :,(

i also feel like he would encourage you to speak your mind and be honest with him. he wouldn’t want to you to be unhappy if it’s something he can change.

plus CAFE DATES literally would be the cutest thing, he seems like the kind of guy to really want to know a girl before he seals the deal, so i think he would take you on a lot of cafe dates just because he loves talking to you and learning more about you :)

sorry if this was a lot to read but i rlly hope you like the matchup 😭🙏

[xzho-writes]

don’t let go

pairings: diluc x gn!reader

genre: (reverse) hurt/comfort, ragbros angst

wc: 700

warnings: spoilers for diluc and kaeya’s backstory, mild angst

summary: you comfort diluc during one of his restless nights (mainly ragbros content really)

“archons, it— it terrifies me,” diluc sighs exasperatedly, hands balled into fists and clinging to the sides of your nightwear. “i tried to kill my younger brother, (name). do you understand me? i almost—”

“diluc,” you plead. nothing made your heart bleed more than listening to him in this state, so afraid and so painfully vulnerable.

you knew of diluc and kaeya’s estranged relationship- of their long and complicated history. it was the youngest of the brothers who had opened up to you first about their situation long ago. it was only recently, a few moons ago, when the eldest confided in you about his own inner turmoil.

it tore you up inside, it did.

knowing both sides of the story, one left unknown to the respective brother.

this was never going to be an easy conversation. it never had been an easy conversation.

but you knew this already.

with great effort you manage to pry diluc away from your chest, your gaze set sternly on his puffy, tear-stricken face. you were close to mirroring his own expression but you willed yourself to stay strong for his sake.

“listen to me,” you hushed softly, for any sudden changes in your tone or volume could set him off even further. “you didn’t ‘try to kill him’. you were angry, yes. bestrayed,” you soothe, “but you were never out for blood.”

there’s a tremor to your voice despite how much you steel yourself, subconsciously gripping onto diluc’s shoulders tighter. “you’re speaking from a guilty conscience, my love. i mean it when i say that kaeya forgi—”

at the mention of his name, and before you could so much as finish that one forbidden word, your poor lover shakes his head vehemently, his breath ragged. he looks like a cornered animal fighting tooth and nail just to keep himself sane.

forgiveness is not something i deserve.

“no,” he insists. “no he doesn’t. he shouldn’t.”

you know very well the stinging sensation behind your eyes and in your nose but you push through regardless.

“do you trust me, diluc?” keen eyes don’t miss the way he swallows before giving a single nod. “do you think me a liar, then?” again, a single gulp, but this time a shake of his head. “then you must know i’m speaking truthfully.”

watching his bottom lip tremble shoots an indescribable pain straight to your heart. it pangs away as you keep your hands steady on diluc’s shoulders.

tears well up behind those gorgeous carmine irises and before you know it the man all but collapses back onto your chest, screaming his throat raw and sobbing his lungs dry.

you hold him in silence as he weeps. there was much more you wanted to say, so many things you wanted to reaffirm, but you knew it wasn’t the right moment for reassurances.

you’d give them later- when he’s more able to process your words so as to let them sink in.

time, inconsequential to you now, flows past as you rock your grieving lover back and forth as one would a baby. every sob that slipped past his lips was like a punch directly to your heart, tenderising the organ until it bled the colour of the ragnvindr’s hair, and the colour of the blood that spilled on the battlefield that day.

it’s a long while before either of you manage to speak.

it’s diluc who breaks the silence, but you wonder if silence would’ve been preferable after what he had to say.

the man struggles to formulate his sentence, what with the way his crying had resulted in his breathlessness and hiccuping. there’s a sharp intake of air between each word.

“i— i don’t know what to do,” he chokes.

his voice is a mere whisper and if it wasn’t for your close proximity you’d swear those words would be lost to the wind.

“oh, darling…”

there was only so much you could take yourself before you succumbed to the pressure in your chest.

before he could watch you crack like porcelain beneath him, you gather diluc back into your embrace. his response is immediate; hands fly to grasp at your form as he tucks his face back into the safety of your shoulder.

familiar fingers go to run themselves through his thick tresses as your lips press delicate kisses to his forehead- these actions had always managed to ease the ragnvindr and you could only hope that it would elicit a similar response now.

change wouldn’t happen immediately, you knew this well enough, but you’d vowed long ago to remain by diluc’s side through thick and thin.

this was a situation that only the brothers, and the brothers alone, could fix, but you’d be his rock for however long he needed you.

if it meant sacrificing your sleep in favour of cradling him throughout his restless nights then so be it.

[11queensupreme11]

What would yanderes be like as in-laws? (Poseidon would undoubtedly be in the worst in-laws since technically he IS his own father-in-law). From the best to the worst.

A) One of their children's boyfriend/girlfriend is everything they detest/hate in a person.

B) Percy behaving like a good mother-in-law. (I honestly see Percy being the typical mother-in-law who says phrases like: don't worry son, you're part of the family now, feel like you're at home or just being friendly and sociable with the her son/daughter's partner.)

C) The son/daughter always talks about his/her partner. WHENEVER he gets the chance, he even comes up with cheesy (or extremely sweet) words.

D) When yanderes comment or try to do something to their child's partner, the son/daughter will defend their partner tooth and nail. Always PROTECTING you from something bad happening to you.

//

Additional bonus. The girl/boy is a mortal who believes nothing in the existence of gods. (Or simply the boy/girl is a weak mortal)/I think DaddyPose wouldn't be happy/)

poseidon would be the father-in-law from hel. he'd be terrible even IF he actually somewhat approved of the partner, but he's an absolute NIGHTMARE if he doesn't 💀 the kid doesn't have time to introduce their partner cuz he would straight up kill them the second they find out they're human. relationship over an instant

hades would be okay with it. he's a little iffy about the relationship, but he won't be rude to the partner especially when he sees how much his child loves them. he does, however, warn his kid that if they REALLY want to be together, then the person would have to accept immortality and godhood. if the partner doesn't and his kid doesn't wanna force them, hades would pressure them to break up to save his kid from future heartbreak

apollo's a little huffy about it. i mean, a human??? you're MY kid, you couldn't score any better???? 💀 he'd be pretty rude upon first meeting cuz he's already pointing out their physical flaws and calling them ugly 😭 percy would have to tell him to stfu. it'd take some time for him to accept it, but when he (begrudgingly) does, he would insist that his child deify them QUICKLY before they lose them (he's paranoid). he would actually FORCE the partner to ascend to protect his child from the heartbreak of having to lose them because he knows how much that hurts

beelzebub wouldn't outright hate it. he'd be curious about why his child picked a human when they could've fallen for someone better so he stalks and researches on the partner to learn more about them. finds nothing special about them and doesn't get why his kid likes them so much. he believes the relationship will amount to nothing so he uses his abilities to control the partner; make them angrier and more violent, more jealous and possessive, just overall more toxic to the point that the kid would get sick of it and dump them on the spot.

loki would be DISGUSTED and he would make it very obvious. the only reason he's not jumping the brat and killing them for wasting his kid's time is because percy's got a good grip on his arm. he'll be very snarky and cruel towards them tho and say a bunch of shit that makes the partner run out in tears. he'd have a good laugh until percy and his kid start yelling at him, then he'll get pissed that THEY'RE mad at HIM, and take the anger out on the human and kill them

so best to worst in-law:

Hades: he's most likely to be okay with the relationship and won't interfere much

Apollo: he'll begrudgingly accept it, won't try to kill the kid, but would force them to ascend

Beelzebub: would NOT accept it, but he won't kill them.... just control them into becoming a bad person so his kid would leave them

Loki: only reason he's not number five is because the partner at least has a few more minutes to live after the first meeting

Poseidon: is the worst because the partner will INSTANTLY die after first meeting him

[oinkinpigprince]

Osomatsusan older sibling headcanons!!!!!

In this the sibling is still in highschool, lol(I’m in high school, I want out I’m boutta go bonkers)

Osomatsu

This little shit, he tries so hard to be the respectable older brother. But you know damn well he’s a little scum bag

Gives really bad dating advice, like he knows what he’s talking about. You listen to him and you got yourself a one way ticket to a restraining order

Tries to help you with homework n shit but, he’s secretly illiterate and can’t do long division. He tries his best

If you ask him to do your homework though and you get a low grade, he’ll be so fucking offended. Probably go down to the school himself to complain

DONT THINK JUST BECAUSE YOUR A BABY HE WONT BE A DICK TO YOU

He makes fun of you so fucking hard, it won’t matter if you’re turning 18 in 2 days he’ll come up to you like “ew who left this ugly deformed baby here, get out you stupid little baby!!!”

He isn’t allowed to pick you up from anywhere, you had to walk in the rain cause he forgot you existed lol

This has happened more then once

He worked his ass off to repay you each time though, he’ll spend all the yen he earn to make you forgive him

Genuinely does care for you and if you bring someone home, he’ll pull the scary big brother act. Doesn’t matter your gender or your partners gender. He needs to show them who they’re gonna have to deal with >:((

Karamatsu

Karamatsu is SO FUCKING EMBARRASSING, YOU CANT GO ANYWHERE WITH HIM

Pray to god he never sees you hanging out with friends, he’ll unintentionally embarrass the hell out of you

You two locked eyes and you knew damn and well it was over for you

“Is that my dearest baby sibling? Oh and they have company! My dearest angel baby sibling may I accompany thee to make sure no one gives you any trouble”

“Karamatsu I’m fucking 17” “nonsense, I know you have trouble speaking up for yourself so allow me to! My darling baby sibling”

He just wants to make sure his dearest darling angel baby sweetest little sibling is okay and doesn’t get hurt

Actually very sweet, and just wants you to know you’re loved and cared for. He’s probably the best one to come to if you’re having problems

He probably will cry if you struggle with insecurities and self doubt, you’re so cool how fucking could you >:((

If you wanna explore your style him and Todomatsu are your guys. He’d probably love dolling you up in his flashy clothing

The rest of the brothers make fun of you, but the happiness in Karamatsu’s eyes seeing his baby sibling indulge in his wacky clothing sense makes it worth it

Cannot fathom you doing ANYTHING wrong, he could watch you smoke crack out of a pipe and he’s just like “lol, what cool magic tricks my dearest sibling does!”

Will fight tooth and nail for you, even if you’re in the wrong

“Hey (y/n)! You took my fucking donut”

“how could you even fathom them doing something so stupid they would never!”

“Lol i totally did”

“. . . My dear baby sibling once again, taking the blame so their elder brothers don’t have to fight! Taking on the burden of keeping us from tearing each other apart! Truly remarkable!”

Choromatsu

Mother hen!! Smothers you a lot to make sure you’re doing fine and you’re getting enough sleep, food, and water(I think he just likes the authority he gets over you)

If you’re a shut in he’ll take you on walks around the park and maybe buy you a little treat, to make sure you don’t shrivel away in the dark

Has beaten osomatsu and Karamatsu’s asses for doing your home work for you. Makes you do it yourself but guides you to the right answer

Probably pressures you into taking higher classes, joining clubs, and other things. Wants you to he successful and well rounded so you aren’t stuck like him and the other brothers

If you are also into idols he is ECSTATIC, if he wants to share his interests and hobbies with anyone it’s YOU

Actually loves listening to the music you enjoy, even if it’s death metal or rap. He’ll indulge in it to get closer to you.

You and him have lazy days where you watch magical girl shows like salior moon or madoka

Hassles you on your friends and what they’re like, doesn’t care for drama but likes to keep tabs on the types of crowds you’re in

If you get sick, it’s fucking over for you. Will not let you out of bed for a hurricane, will make you sleep in that bad and take all of the gross medicines that make you feel sicker than before

Ichimatsu

Doesn’t actually talk to you much, he loves you and all but just kinda tries and hides from you at home

He feels like a total fuck up, and hates the idea of you seeing him as a useless bag of garbage

Ichimatsu though does like watching you grow up, when he sees you out with friends he can’t help but tear up a little

Seeing you so happy with your friends makes him feel all warm and fuzzy, he just hope you’re being true to yourself unlike him

He totally goes to fuck it up though, 100% he spots you with your friends and decides ‘I’m gonna ruin this precious moment’ strolls up like “you kids ever heard of goatse?”

You have to SCREECH at him before he scares off your friends, he thinks it’s so fucking funny the way you try and claw at his face to give him to shut up

“You ever heard of this thing called un-bir-” “OMFG GO AWAY YOU CHRONICALLY ONLINE TROLL!!!!!”

Absolute bastard, he knows it pisses you off

Sometimes though, he’ll bring you a random cat and just kinda, hand it to you. You have to pet it, it’s the law, you have to listen to your big brother, he’ll call the fuckin, pet the cat, don’t make him call the police on you

He’s the reason why you cannot tell your brothers if you’re going on a date, he’ll find you, and when he does. You might as well have cancel the date and faked your own death and move to Russia

Scares the shit out of you and your partner, you and your partner are sitting at a cute cafe and he just sits right next to your partner and stares so intensely, unblinking

It doesn’t end until your partner leaves, mission success. Doesn’t even say goodbye just leaves

Jyushimatsu

Makes you play baseball with him, he’s the reason you can pitch a perfect throw

Wants to be around you constantly, and knows exactly how to make you smile and laugh, and abuses it horribly

He’s actually one of the sweetest brothers, he’ll try and help you with EVERYTHING, doesn’t matter if he’s any good

Would really want you to join a sport but if you end up being more into the arts he’s just as happy

He still thinks of you as a little baby so when you mention anything about highschool or normal teenage activities hes Just Like “BUT YOURE LIKE 3?!” “JYUSHI IM FUCKING 18”

Jyushimatsu had no perception of time, you’re 3 years old forever, sorry

Him and Choromatsu bring you out a lot, especially if you don’t go out he’ll drag you to do activities, and he gets creative

He’ll pick you up and go “ewwww, look at this stinky baby, let’s throw it back in the dumpster”

Jyushimatsu never lets you over work yourself, every time he sees you even remotely stressed he is ON IT, he’ll octopus wrestle you onto the floor for a nap, no escape

Jyushi also is probably the most ride or die person you will meet, if you told him you kicked a yakuza member in the balls and stole their money and contraband he’ll just nod and say “okay, let me go get my bat” and help you dismantle the entire crime district just so you don’t get hurt

But usually he’ll just drive you to target to go replace a vase you broke

Todomatsu

You’re his only sibling, he only has a younger sibling and he will die on that fact

Todomatsu will often take you out to drink coffee and take pictures, he loves spending time with you almost as much as Jyushimatsu and buys you tones of cute clothes

He loves playing dress up w/ you, especially if you’ll let him dress you up really girly

He’ll grab you and use you to pick up chicks too, playing the perfect big brother role. He acts so sweet but you know it’s a slimey little act

Todo constantly asks who your favorite brother is, kicking his legs up trying to look cute. God forbid you say anyone but him, he once refused to talk to you for a week cause you said someone else

“ WELL WHY DONT YOU GO ASK YOUR FAAAAV BROTHER THEN!!”

He is really cuddly though, you’re having a bad day and just wanna relax go to him. He’ll get you some snacks and put on a movie and you two will just sit under a blanket and talk shit about the other people at your high school

He also loooves the Highschool drama, he will sit you down and buy you coffee just for the chance to judge a bunch of children’s morality choices and also spend time with you. Friend drama? Class drama? Some kid almost died from alcohol poisoning in math class? He’s all ears

Todomatsu will also tell you about all of the shit he use to get into during his highschool year (he’s totally not lying or really did happen you have to believe him)

When it comes to dating he actually have some decent advice but also complains, how can you get bitches and he can’t?! It’s not fair he’s cuter than you!!

You feel so loved in this house

[larabiatasstuff]

Part one here🖤

Part four🖤

I put a hand on his cheek feeling the cold plastic of the mask under my fingers "I'm... I'm more than okay. I know we're here so I get my memories back but... Sweet Tooth I think I'm in love with you." his eyes went wide. "Oh Y/N are you sure? Maybe you're just confused I mean..." "No, no, I'm not confused Sweet Tooth I might not remember everything but I know now that I'm very much in love with you." he stared at me for a second then put his hand mine "Oh Y/N my sweet tiny princess. You have no idea how much that means to me. I thought I lost you forever yet you managed to fall in love with me all over again" "Again? But you said..." "I know, Y/N I said I was a friend because I didn't want to pressure you. I wanted you to remember everything and I was hoping you would remember what we had but if you had known that we were more than friends, you would have felt bad for me and put pressure on yourself. I didn't want that for you. " his words found their way directly into my heart.

We weren't just friends and he chose my well-being over his own. I couldn't hold back anymore shoved his mask up and kissed him. He moaned into my mouth and I didn't want this moment to end. He pulled me close to his body holding me when suddenly my head started hurting like hell. "Aaarrrgh" I was on my knees holding my head Sweet Tooth next to me. "Y/N my sweet princess. What's wrong?" I couldn't form any words just groan in response and it was like a dam broke and all my memories flooded back into my head. "I... I... Sweet Tooth I remember you. I remember everything. Oh my god I remember everything." I said jumping in his arms. "Really? Oh princess, my sweet, sweet Y/N. I finally have you back." " Oh I'm so happy Sweet Tooth. Thank you thank you so much." "I don't understand what are you thanking me for?" I laughed shaking my head "You don't get it do you? You are the reason I remember again it was you all the time I should have known you wonderful, wonderful clown." he chuckled "I don't know what to say Y/N I'm just so happy you're back." "Me too Sweet Tooth me too." he looked at me love and adoration in his eyes when he held his hand out for me "Come with me princess, let's go home."bI put my hand in his much larger one and smiled "Yes,Sweet Tooth let's go home."

[bookshelf-dust]

if ur requests are open rn will you write something abt gareth’s family and the reader? it can be like meeting them once you’ve started dating or later on or anything. loved ur last fic !! thank u !!!!

i want you to meet my family.

gareth emerson x gn!reader

word count: 1,487

warnings: swearing, reader is anxious and a bit shy, meet-the-family jitters, tooth-rotting fluff, gare being sweet and lovey

a/n: hi!! thank you for your request my sweet!! i’m so happy that you liked my last fic! means the world. i kind of went for a shy and anxious reader, so i hope that’s okay!! for context, i’ve given him: mom, stepdad and two younger sisters. i tried to leave them unnamed so that you can call them whatever you’d like! i hope this turned out like you wanted! <333

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“I want you to meet my family.”

You practically choked on the hot chocolate he’d fixed you. That should’ve been your first clue anyhow. He was buttering you up.

Coughing, Gareth’s hand rubbed and patted your back, the other taking the mug from you and setting it down before you spilled.

His words caught you off guard—god forbid you sit with your boyfriend and not expect anything to happen. “You okay?”

“Yeah, Gare, I’m fine.” You weren’t fine. The waver in your voice gave you away.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to meet Gareth’s family, because you really, really did—what with all he’d told you—and you had this urge to get to know that part of him too. You found it comforting that he wanted you to meet them.

You were just nervous. You weren’t good with new people, and these were more than just people. They were Gareth’s people.

But meeting them only made sense, especially when you could feel yourself falling more and more for him every minute.

The both of you hadn’t been together officially for too long, and had definitely been relishing in the fact that it was just the two of you and there wasn’t any pressure. This, however, was pressure. Lots of it.

“Can you look at me, pretty please?” You shifted, the two of you now sitting cross legged and facing each other on the couch. He held out his hands, which you dramatically slapped, eliciting an ever more dramatic hiss from him, before he clasped your fingers in his.

You focused on the silver ring resting on his middle finger while he spoke to you. “You know I would never want you to do anything that would make you uncomfortable. But I-I want you to meet my family, because you’re my family too.”

His kind words were flustering you, so you continued to fidget with his ring and started chewing on your bottom lip, biting down in hopes that the sting of tears would go away.

“It doesn’t have to be anything crazy. I’ll bring you home like usual, there will just be other people there. I don’t want you to worry about whether they’ll like you, even though I know you’re going to, but—they wanna meet you too, sweetheart. You’re my whole world, you gotta know that.”

You did. Lifting your head, you met his gaze. His nose scrunched in greeting. You leaned in to kiss it. “Okay. I trust you, Gareth.”

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“Breathe. Here, with me, okay?” Gareth stood with you in the driveway, holding onto you and trying to soothe your nerves.

You knew there was nothing to be scared of. You’d heard nothing but good things about them, about how much they meant to Gareth.

But you couldn’t help that your heart was beating so fast it hurt and your hands were shaking and you felt a little dizzy. There was so much going on in your head—always—and what if they could tell you were a mess? Maybe they’d think you weren’t right for their boy.

Stop, you told yourself. Breathe. Gareth’s gentle hand on your collarbones brought you back. “Ready?”

“Yeah. Will you hold my hand? Please? Please don’t leave me.” He held back a wince at seeing you this way.

“I’m never gonna leave you, my sweet.”

Gareth led you up the few steps to the door and inside, just like any other time you’d been over. Your stomach sunk when you heard voices coming from the kitchen. As if he was reading your thoughts, Gareth turned around and kissed your cheek. “It’s okay. You’re okay. I’m right here.”

You nodded, afraid your voice would fail you, and he took that as his queue to head off.

Entering the kitchen, you found his stepdad and youngest sister working on a puzzle, both settled at the table. His mother was preparing cookie dough, his other sister sat on the counter beside her, presumably licking cinnamon off of her fingers. From what you could smell, they were snickerdoodles. Those were your favorite.

Gareth tugged you into him, and you hid a little against his side. “Hey, guys,” his voice cut off all other noise in the kitchen, four heads snapping up at once.

Gareth’s mom smiled brilliantly at the sight of you, and she hurried to wipe her hands against the little waist apron she was wearing before tugging it off.

“Hi!” She exclaimed.

The youngest of his sisters leapt from her place on the counter, sprinting to her brother just after his mom made it to him. His mother kissed his cheek, giving him knowing and thrilled eyes. Gareth groaned exaggeratedly as a little body smacked into his legs, “Hi, bubba!”

“Hi, squirt.” He ruffled her hair and you watched in awe, your attention shifting as his mom turned to face you instead.

You let go of Gareth’s hand, trying to be brave because she looked so kind. He took that as a signal to let you. An I’m okay gesture.

This woman was not scary. Her eyes were that same sweet blue as her son’s, her curls just as unruly, though tied up at the base of her neck.

“Hello, my love! It’s so nice to meet you! Can I hug you? Would that be okay?” She raised her hands a little, hopeful.

“Sure you can,” you responded, smiling genuinely. My love, she’d called you. You were suddenly overwhelmed with how nice it felt to be welcomed and cared for so instantaneously.

Gareth’s mother pulled you in for a hug, warm and grateful, swaying you gently in her arms. She pulled back, still smiling, eyes shining with it. Turning her head, she checked that Gareth wasn’t looking—he wasn’t, head bent to look at the puzzle on the table. “You know he never shuts up about you?

“Really?” You grinned at her, feeling your cheeks heat up, but delighted nonetheless.

“Really!” The sound of your joint giggles made Gareth turn around, his stepdad and sisters following his return to you.

“I don’t like the sounds of this.” He said it with a smile anyhow.

“Hey, kiddo.” Gareth’s stepdad found you, and gave you a short, but kind hug. He smelled faintly of cigarettes, yet it was comforting. You caught a glimpse of a tattoo sleeve under the edge of his sweater, and hoped you’d remember to ask about it later.

You hadn’t expected this glasses-clad, teddy-bear-looking man to have tattoos. “It’s true, by the way, he really doesn’t shut up about you.”

Gareth ran a hand down his face and you laughed softly, albeit slightly worried about would he could’ve said.

Both of his sisters approached you at once, the younger with messily braided pigtails, the older with a head full of crazier and more tightly coiled curls than both Gareth and his mother combined.

“You’re very pretty,” the younger one said, holding her arms out for a hug. You obliged her. “He said you were pretty. You are.”

“Thank you. So are you.” She smiled gratefully and looked up at her older sister expectantly.

The latter grinned just as kindly as all of the rest of them, holding out her hand, hoping you’d trust her and take it. “Are you any good at puzzles? Gareth sucks.”

“Hey! I do not.” You chuckled at their banter.

“He does,” she told you, attempting to whisper, before settling on the bench and doling you out some pieces.

The rest of the day went perfectly fine. You’d never felt more at home than you did with Gareth’s family. They welcomed you and loved you immediately and wanted to get to know the person who was making their boy so happy.

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Your car was in the driveway when Gareth pulled up. He wasn���t sure why—he hadn’t asked you over today—not that he was totally upset by it.

He made his way down the hall to the kitchen where your familiar voice rang out.

You looked up at his entrance.

“Hi?” He questioned, tossing his keys on the counter.

He found both of his sisters and you bent over the kitchen table, spreading puzzle glue on yet another puzzle that you’d finished together.

“I know. They called with an invitation and a puzzle completion notice.” You turned to the sister on your left. “Here. If you move around a bit, the light catches and you can check for any spots missing glue. Sound good?” She nodded enthusiastically and you moved away.

Gareth pulled you in for a hug, mumbling a “Sorry,” under his breath.

“‘S okay, really. Also, apparently I’m going to a ballet recital tonight.” Gareth tossed his head back, laughing brilliantly at your situation.

He’d told you they’d love you, and they did. He just thought it was funny that now you had to go through all the things that he did.

But you didn’t mind. Not really. Not when it was your family too.

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[petitelepus]

So, I've been seeing these kny match ups and naturally in curious about mine cough um4. So I guess, I just put up the type of paring I want and go from there.

Here's all about spife for a yandere/romantic match up (my gender preference for a partner is men):

I'm a rather positive person, who has no time to spare for those who wish to put me down. Although, at first it may seem like I'm revealing too much (which I sometimes do) I have my fair share of secrets and allow myself to be vulnerable with only those I trust– I tend to shrink back into my little shy hole if I think I'm too much. I like complimenting people, like to remind them to not put themselves down and be kind to themselves even if they make mistakes. I also like helping people because it makes me happy to see people happy (especially those who need to vent, I'm willing to listen and be the shoulder to cry on, even if I'm a complete stranger). However, I am also very emotionally sensitive (I get the urge to cry if someone I really like yells at me or lectures me about something I find funny even if they're trying to help as they make me realise I'm embarrassing or have embarrassed myself). I am assertive when I need to be, although in a calm and composed manner (I lose my temper when I'm frustrated though I think I do well under some pressure). I possess a strong sense of justice and FIRMLY believe in fairness for all and (usually) when I engage in deep conversations with my friends, I tend to pity those who suffer of the cruelty in the world and criticise those in power who choose to do nothing aka corruption. I am a FIRM believer that strength must be used to protect and help others and that people must have an open ear for the broken and hurt (I cry when people cry or for those who are misfortune and end up praying for them at times though very rarely). I am also quite lighthearted, though. I can laugh at myself if I make a mistake and will bring up the memory for fun times. And useless fact, I am a sweet tooth. In general, I'm a sensitive, introverted ray of sunshine who also will uphold their beliefs no matter what anyone says and despite the fact that I tend to be too lenient, I will almost always end up confronting someone. In general, I have been taught by my mother to always be kind to others because you don't know what they could be going though.

That was long. I'm curious to see who I get! Have a nice day (⁠つ⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)⁠つ

Hantengu is Yandere for you!

Hantengu was scared of you when you first met, but despite being a Demon, you showed him the benefit of the doubt because of how frail and pathetic he was to even look at.

He could deduce that you didn't see him as a threat, not yet anyway, no, you seemed to pity him. The moment Hantengu realized this, he knew he could manipulate you as much as he desired.

He makes you believe that nothing is his fault, that it wasn't his fault he was a Demon, or that he had to kill and eat people to live… And you believe him, because of what your mother said about not knowing what others have gone through.

Oh, you're such a Saint, surely you would pity poor innocent Hantengu! He hasn't done anything wrong, he swears, but people still bully and torment him!

Hearing him wail and cry and seeing him tremble so hard his teeth are clattering, they make you cry for his sake and they activate that protective nature of yours and that is exactly what the Demon aims for.

But Hantengu didn't expect to grow so fond of you. Normally he would eat anyone in your position, but you are strong, not some normal human, and he could use another bodyguard.

…But he falls for you and your chivalrousness, only when Hantengu falls for someone, he will become obsessed with them.

He has to know where you are and what you are doing every single second of the day. If you are gone too long or he doesn't know where you are, he starts to cry so hard and call out for you.

You think you must protect him when it might just be you who actually needs protection.

You're so sweet, he fears that other people might take advantage of that kindness of yours. Just like he does, but he is different! He loves you! What's their excuse!?

You're stunned when you first time meet his clones, and you can tell they are strong. That's when you start to realize that maybe there was more to Hantengu than you thought yet you still stay because they won't let you leave.

Sekido has to be careful around you because he has a tendency to snap at things, but he is obsessed with you just like Hantengu, and doesn't want to scare you off. He will tell you that you trust too easily, but when you ask what he means by that, he goes silent.

Karaku loves seeing and spending time with you. He is the most laid-back clone, but he loves having a good time and highly enjoys teasing you. You're just so cute when you get flustered, he could eat you up!

Aizetsu is probably the only one who feels awful about tricking you into becoming their own personal human, but he doesn't do anything to fix or make things better for you. In the end, he loves you also and doesn't want to let you go.

Urogi thinks it's hilarious how you actually believe Hantengu's innocence, but even Hantengu believes so also; so in the end you are both way too gullible. That works for him though.

The point is, Hantengu won't let you go and if it's a fight someone may want, his clones are there to protect him and his special bond with you.

I match you with Gyomei Himejima!

The Stone Hashira could sense you before he could "see" you. You radiated this brilliant, genuine, kind, and courageous aura, it nearly left him speechless.

He is happy to meet you and is crying in a matter of seconds, stating that he can "see" your "strength", whatever he meant by that. The two of you hit it off immediately and grow a strong bond of kindness and respect for each other.

You take an immediate liking to Gyomei, and you may feel like you need to take care of or help him because of his blindness, but he assures you that he can "see" fine on his own and how things had been that way since his childhood.

That doesn't help and it makes you cry, knowing how hard life must have been for him. The Hashira chooses not to tell you about the actual sadness and hardships he had to endure because he doesn't want you to cry anymore. If you cry, he might start crying too. This does happen daily.

You don't hold secrets from Gyomei and he feels honored that you trust him so much that you are willing to share so much about yourself with him. He makes small mental notes here and there to remember later, like your favorite book or what sweets you like most so he knows to get you some while he is out there hunting Demons.

Gyomei admires your strong sense of justice and how you want to see the best in everyone and everything... But this can make you gullible and he warns you about it.

You may get a little upset by his remark, but he just wants you to look out for yourself also and think of yourself sometimes first. You are still a human and not a Demon so you can get hurt badly or die even and he wouldn't know what to do if something like that happened to you. He doubts that he could ever heal from that.

He wants you to stay safe, but you want to protect people like he does and he knows he can't change your mind about it... So he makes a humble request to Master to let him accompany you on your missions when he doesn't have any.

This means Gyomei doesn't have much free time, but every moment spent with you is even better than those moments alone in his manor. He loves to hear how you describe things to him and how you laugh at the silliest things.

A day doesn't pass when Gyomei doesn't thank God for lowering you on Earth. He loves you that much and wants to spend as much time with you as possible.