#nobody else is getting tagged I’m lazy

[umbrellainkart]

Having a normal high school experience tbh

[adhdandcomics]

perhaps the most important question i’ve ever asked:

does anyone have tips for people trying to stop being chronically late to everything in the world that aren’t weirdly judgmental and aggressive or flat out lies

[comfymoth]

fuck it. what if they were doggies

[mieeaahhh]

All for the game headcannons (so so so many)

(might delete because I’m embarrassed)

-Aaron and Andrew hang out at least once a week because bee said they should give it a try and then once they graduate and live separately they call once a week instead.

-Aaron has a slightly stronger southern accent than the rest of the foxes and they like ‘mock’ him by repeating what he says sometimes. (idk if that makes sense and I’m not American so idek if he’d have a southern accent I just saw other people saying the foxes would😰)

-the foxes usually go to Aaron if Abby isn’t around when they have like a small ache in their arm or something along those lines.

-on Valentine’s Day since Eric lives so far away and Seth is yk 💀 the foxes do small things to try make nicky and Alison’s day better. Matt and Dan invite them to tag along their plans sometimes, Andrew and Neil leave them extra ice-cream in the freezer, Renee makes gets Allison flowers and sometimes takes Allison on a walk if she’s up to it, Aaron and katelyn let Nicky watch movies with them sometimes, and they also just hang out with each other and somewhat ‘bond’ about being by themselves on Valentine’s Day 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

-Aaron had piercings before meeting Andrew without his mum’s permission which obviously made her absolutely furious, so then Andrew had gotten them as well because he knew she hated them. (And he thinks they’re cool)

-the twins share a lot of their shoes. Like they’re is only one pair and it’s neither Andrews or Aarons🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

-Neil named sir and king because when he suggested that Andrew should name them, Andrew just said something lazy like “cat one and cat two”.

-Katelyn’s personality is like Nicky’s and Renee’s combined. Also I like to think that Aaron is an absolute MESS around Katelyn and the foxes do NOT leave him alone about it.

-Randy is like one of those mums that’ll ask you to invite people you are barely friends with over for tea and she started doing it with Matt about Aaron. (I like to think that Aaron and Matt end up becoming really good friends)

-Aaron doesn’t like sleeping by himself and will sometimes awkwardly ask whoever he’s with if he can sleep in their bed with them (only if he trust them like A LOT and is obviously like close with them??) and most of the foxes are aware he does this but never bring it up as they all do things that are a little childish to make themselves feel better(safe)

He’s slept In Nicky’s, Andrews and obviously Katelyn’s bed the most.

-Matt always gives people those double high-fives after good games (like this🙌) and one time turned towards Andrew for one without thinking and then put them down with a quiet apology while Andrew stared at him. Andrew silently set his hand out for Matt to give him a high five and he hesitantly did.

-there is a photo of Seth (that Allison picked) on the foxes photo wall with a metal plate thing next to it that has his name, exy position and t-shirt number.

-they take a ‘team photo’ every year for the photo wall and it’s probably the most awkward looking photo in the world.

-Katelyn is an accessory girly🤞 she constantly has hair clips and jewellery and whatever else on and when she gets sick/annoyed if having a hair clip in around Aaron she will wordlessly clip it somewhere onto him. His jumper, his hair, his bag, his shoe etc etc and a lot of the times he doesn’t even notice.

-Katelyn has videos of Aaron singing his absolute heart out while drunk and she reminds him of it whenever he’s being difficult

-a lot of the foxes sing while drunk so it often leads to a mini concert when they drink together

-Wymack has a mug signed by all the foxes that he uses every day because they got it for him on Father’s Day as a joke (Kevin’s name is the biggest)

-the twins have both been caught standing on countertops soooo many times trying to reach stuff but nobody is brave enough to mention it.

-Andrew helps dye Renee’s hair and Renee helps paint Andrews nails.

-Aaron’s septum is ALWAYS squint and it drives Katelyn mad so she always just fixes it for him and he just kinda stares at her in confusion because he honestly forgets he has piercings sometimes.

-jeans new hobby is drawing (I saw Nora say he picks up a new hobby and I’m hoping, wishing and praying it’s art related)

-Jeremy has a habit of doing this 🤙 all the time in photos.

-Kevin and Wymack start going out for lunch once a week after the books take place.

-Andrew fiddles with his piercings and picks his nail varnish when he’s bored/anxious.

-Aaron’s glasses are bent slightly from always falling asleep on them at his desk

-Neil is the only fox who isn’t afraid of spiders so he’s the designated spider remover whenever they see one.

-Neil likes holding Andrews face a lot and sometimes Neil will squish his cheeks slightly too annoy him.

-we all know Andrew has a resting bored face but I think Aaron has the worst case of rbf knows to man bro. Like he will look at Matt or something and Matt will feel the need to apologise.

-Dan, Allison and Renee invite Katelyn for girls nights and slumber parties because they know it annoys Aaron and they actually just really like her.

-Aaron likes the smiths

-Kevin has dimples

-Aaron and Andrew have freckles on their nose, Neil has freckles all over and Jeremy has freckles on his cheeks

-Aaron apologises whenever he cries (trauma response??) and when he lived with Andrew and Nicky they’d always try tell him that he has nothing to apologise for which made him cry even harder

-Neil wears caps and Andrew hates it so whenever Neil wears them Andrew flicks them off his head

-Katelyn is the tallest out of Neil, Andrew and Aaron

-Dan always sends the photos she takes to the person in said photo so that they have a copy of it as-well as it being on the wall.

-Dan and Matt have soooo many matching clothes it’s ridiculous

-Andrew has smoker lungs💔

(he coughs so much it’s concerning sometimes)

And his voice is like raspier than Aarons is

-whenever the twins say something or do something at the same time they just automatically say something like “shut up” or “stop” as if the other did it on purpose.

-the twins always sit weirdly because if they don’t they’re feet will go numb from not being able to reach the floor.

-Dan made a group chat for the foxes that barely ever ended up getting used but after everyone graduates and goes on with their own lives it ends up getting used a lot more for calling/FaceTimes each other

-Nicky sometimes tags along in the twins weekly hang outs/calls

-after that big sleepover the foxes had after getting Neil back they start doing things like that regularly. Having sleepovers, trips, movie nights, baking, board games/game nights, etc because they do start realising that maybe they do care about each other more than they say they do and it should be shown towards one another a lot more or it could be too late🤷‍♀️

Sorry bro there is so much and I can’t think of any more right now 💀

[chuuyasheaven]

Hei! Congratulations on 1K !! Could I request Day 10 for Kunikida with an afab reader please? Thank you so much 🥰

“—Treat me like a slut, little dirty bitch who loves to fuck..” — Treat me like a $lut by Kim Petras !!

Tags: Kunikida Doppo / afab! Reader, bratty! Reader, blow job, slight pussy slapping, teasing?, pet names, degrading / praising kink, rough sex, pw/op, overstim, thigh riding, semi-public & office sex, fucking on his desk, might contain grammar errors, rushed?, lazy, etc.

Notes: Cuteness overload !! 💗

He was doing it again. Working overtime, you sat on the agency’s couch, sexually frustrated and bored. It really annoyed you, all this week, he hasn’t even dicked you down once. “Kuni, when are you finished?!”, you asked with an frustrated tone, only to gain a sigh from him. No answer, just a sigh. Now he’s ignoring you, isn’t he? “You can go home if you want to, but I need to finish this.”, he finally spoke up.

No way, there was no way he let you go this easily. Come on, at this point you were the only ones left in the building! Nobody would hear any of your noises..

Besides, you only stayed because you wanted him, badly. At this point, you got severely desperate and annoying, as if this was gonna help anyway.

Then you got an vicious idea, an idea which Kunikida would not be able to say no..

You made your way towards him, he didn’t exactly notice first, but he did when he felt you crawling your way to him under the desk. “Darling, what are you doing now?”, Kunikida asked you, you just smiled up from his lap while unbuckling his belt.

“I’m having fun, Kunikida. Now, relax for once.”, you say in a bratty tone, just as he wanted to scold you, a surprised grunt left him. You already rubbed your thumb past his tip, then placed the tip in your mouth. After some licks, you put the whole thing in, Kunikida let another groan out. “Dear, t-this is not the time.”, Kunikida tried to protest, but you only kept on sucking him off.

“Oh, please. When is the perfect time-”, you stopped to respond only for Kunikida to grab your hair and almost make you gag. This caught you off guard, but you didn’t care as it turned you on, even though you were slightly struggling.

You figured to breath out of your nose, since he shoved his dick a little too deep. “You wanted this, didn’t you? If you want to suck me off, do it right, slut.”, you didn't know where that attitude came from, but it only got you to suck faster.

Kunikida could feel his release coming, so he felt nice enough to warn you about it. “I'm close, you better n-not waste any drop, understood?”, he grunted to you, you only could nod because Kunikida’s cock was filling your mouth. How you wished it filled your other hole!

Just like he manifested it, you could feel his cum spill into your mouth. Kunikida let out an relieving sigh, while you rested your head against his lap.

He looked down at your state, he noticed how needy you were, but he needed to finish that report! So he decided to be nice and let you ride his thigh.

“Come on, get yourself off, just like a good girl. I will reward you when i finish, alright?”, you nodded again, as you kept on rutting against his thigh, Kunikida could already basically feel your wetness through his pants.

God, now he started to get turned on again, but Kunikida won't do anything else before finishing this report. “Hah, f-feels good!”, he heard you whimper, he could make you be so much louder than that.

“It does? How about this..”, Kunikida asked in a teasing tone, starting to bounce his leg, it felt way better than earlier. It hit your clit almost perfectly, making you more vocal.

There he was getting distracted again, but he couldn't help it! You were way to needy and bratty to be ignored. Deep in his thoughts, while you were already deep in your high.

Kunikida only noticed when he felt something wet on his pants, that's when he knew he needed to be inside of you. Fuck the report, he needed to put you in your place, which was his working desk in this scenario.

You felt yourself get lifted when you saw hiw Kunikida threw your cum filled panties onto the floor and he already pulled his cock out. “Now look at what you've done, the only right thing to do is to fuck some sense into you, right?”

Before you even knew it, his dick was already inside of your cunt. It felt amazing, but was replaced by fast thrusts which were filled more pleasure. “You've been a brat all week long, now your a complete whore for me..”, he said, you tried to refrain your moans, but that was punished by an slap against your pussy. “Did i tell you to be quiet?”, Kunikida asked groaning. “N-no.”, you responded, Kunikida smirked and pecked your lips. “Good girl.”, Kunikida praised you, that’s when you noticed how close you were until your knot snapped. It felt all so good, so good that you were about to cum on the spot, but you wanted to warn Kunikida first. “K-kuni, ‘m close.”, “Then cum for me, princess.”, after he said those words, your sweet release washed over you.

As your walls hugged his cock so nicely, Kunikida finished after you, emptying his load inside you. You let out a satisfied groan at the feeling, he slowly pulled out and made sure that not a single drop leaked out.

“— Now, behave. You wouldn’t want me to punish you again, would you?”

IMPORTANT NOTE: I might need to pause this event because I’m traveling with my family! So I’ll be able to post like 2-3 fics before I go! Sorry that it came so sudden, but I promise I’ll be very productive after!! Until then, bye pookies!!

[reilikeslifting]

This is the person who just did their first lift, I totally forgot to ask but, do you have any tips for new lifters ^^

of course! and congrats!!!

new l!fting tip #1: tumblr 101

no tags!!! do not tag ur posts, it makes it easier for non-l!fters to find and report l!fters

censor out brands and l!fting terms!! such as dn@, 3B, etc. (dn@ is did not arrive and 3B is empty box!!! different l!fting methods)

never ever put any defining objects in your photos if you are gonna post! make sure its the haul and ONLY the haul.

remove exif data from your photos so they can’t be traced, personally i dont do think bc im lazy but you should!

don’t put your total in your bio! i used to do this bc i liked to tell ppl i saved $20k-$30k over the year but it’s not smart to flaunt that you’re over the felony limit!

next, #2: how to lyft

so you’ve already completed your first lyft (woohoo proud of u!!) but how can you go about being safer and smarter?

my first tip is always scan the school for cameras! be sneaky tho don’t like just stare at the ceiling, but yk get a feel for how many cameras, what type, and what direction they’re facing. most places are gonna have the dome cameras, those are the worst because they see in every direction. always always try to body block if possible. either get someone else to block you or duck behind something while you’re concealing. better to not be caught on cam!!

nobody in that store is your friend, remember that. always assume that customers are plain clothes LP (disguised security) and always assume that sales associates WILL rat you out. don’t think “oh well it’s just me and one other person in the aisle it’ll be fine” because it’s gonna be the one time it’s not fine.

on that note, be kind to everyone. this isn’t just a lyfting tip it’s a rule i live by but just be kind. they’re gonna suspect you much less if you smile and answer questions and compliment them if you feel so inclined, just be a nice person. i believe this is one of the reasons i’ve never been caught, i’m just very friendly.

concealing!!! where to conceal? i personally like using my bag most often. your bag is important too!!! i use one off amazon (you can type like kawaii heart school bag and it’ll pop up, its black and has a big heart cut out for pins) but i dont have any pins because i dont want it to be too identifiable. its purse enough for people not to tell me to take it off (a lot of places don’t allow backpacks) but big enough to fit a LOT of stuff. structured bags are always a good idea too! that way people won’t be able to tell if you’ve put anything in there. i like to conceal in aisles without cameras most often, but if i have to body block sometimes i’ll put stuff up my sleeves first! another idea is to use a shopping bag from another store. this way people will think you’ve just already bought stuff! the target ones are my favorite since they’re opaque<3

onto the next section, #3: all about tags

de-tagging is definitely a more experienced lyfting practice but you can definitely start with rfids!!

rfids are gonna be the little metal wires in plastic, paper, or sticker tags. these are very common and you’ll see them at places like w4lmart or t4rget. these are easily removable by either cutting them off or disabling them with a magnet. you don’t NEED any tools while lyfting, but some of them can come in handy. if you do find yourself with a magnet, to disable rfids you just need to swipe your magnet against the tag. if you don’t have one, simply cut the metal wire in half. you can use scissors or nail clippers or cuticle nippers or whatever you might have!! if you can’t cut them, simply remove them and i personally stick the tag in the pocket of a really ugly item on clearance so that it hopefully goes unfound for a while!

hard tags! hard tags are any tag from the solid tags you find usually on clothes to spider tags you find on electronics or wire tags on jewelry at hot topic, etc. these all require tools to remove. some will require a magnet, others will require hooks, but it’s definitely worth looking into if you decide to branch out on your journey.

brief mention, #3.5: booster bags!

booster bags are small bags lined with many layers of foil to prevent signals from reaching the towers. just in case you didn’t know, towers are the tall sensors by the front door when you walk in! with a booster bag, you can put any kind of tagged item you want, zip it up, and walk out without beeping. you need many layers however!! the way to test if your bag works it by putting your cell phone in there and asking someone to call you. if the call goes through, there aren’t enough layers!! once the call doesn’t go through you’re set! this however is a more advanced trick so please be careful if you’re gonna try this!

lastly, #4 online “shopping”!

so you’ve heard of dn4ing or empty boxes, well lemme tell you what it all means! did not arrive is when you purchase an item, wait for it to arrive, and then message the carrier and tell them it never arrived. typically our goal here is to get a refund, but any times they wont be as easily persuaded and you’ll end up with a replacement instead. however it’s not impossible and many places are easier others. if you think you wanna try this, she!n or am4zon are a good place to start!! if she!n opens an investigation, it’s just a bluff, go with it!

empty box is another form of online lyfting, it’s when you tell the carrier that your item arrived with nothing in it. the process is similar to the first one, message the carrier etc. however just claim that it’s an empty box!

I HOPE ALL THESE TIPS HELPED PLS LET ME KNOW<333 LOVE YOU GUYS STAY HEALTHY AND TAKE CARE OF YOURSELVES

[marblemoovt]

Take Care - Whis/Reader

MASTERLIST

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Fluff, A sprinkle of angst, Mentions/depictions of anxiety and depression. Anything else is in the tags <3

SUMMARY:

Sometimes it’s easy to forget when to eat or do basic care, but it becomes an issue when it happens frequently. And Whis has started to notice that something is wrong. When subtlety doesn’t cut it, a confrontation is required, and sometimes hidden feelings are revealed in the process.

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“Nobody has seen you in days,” and he states it like a fact.

Any excuses that I’ve created disappear from my mind, and I have no ammunition against his claim.

“The others have started to notice. They’re—I’m worried.”

I stare blankly, before bursting into laughter. “You? You’re worried about little old me?” I grin and shrug off his hand. “Thanks, but I’m doing perfectly fine. I was planning to visit today.”

“I can see that you’re troubled,” he says, and I squirm underneath his penetrating gaze. 

I avoid his eyes and shrug my shoulders. “This is my normal resting face,” I say with a lazy grin. 

Whis holds my hands. “Just know that I’m here to help because I care.” He clears his throat and switches topics. “Now, let's get you something to eat.”

NOTE:

Hello! The last time I posted a finished fic on this site was October of last year (°ー°〃)

I did not experience any life-threatening situations. I didn't survive an accident and upload this from a hospital bed on the verge of death as I struggle to type this all out. My life is not that chaotic, and I appreciate that it's 'mundane'

Life happened and I got a bit burnt out. I have other hobbies that also take up a lot of my time and commissions that are prioritized over stories I write for myself.

That being said, this story was a commission and they graciously allowed me to share the fic publically. I don't often write in first-person, but expect any subsequent Whis fics to be in the same format.

Also, just a fair warning that I know absolutely nothing about Dragon Ball other than what I was able to gather from the Wiki and a few clips.

Happy Reading! ヾ(•ω•`)o

“This is delicious. Try some,” Whis says, offering his plate to me. 

The squeak of metal cutlery against porcelain pierces my eardrums as I push my food around. It takes great effort to maintain my smile. “No thank you,” I decline. I can barely stomach what I already have. Accepting his offer would be a waste of his kindness thanks to my absent appetite. 

It’s not like I didn’t want to eat, but more that I couldn’t. There was no desire for food. And if there were, it would be forgotten once another task consumed me. My limbs ache for the comfort of my bed, weary after a long day at work. 

The chatter around me becomes grating to my ears, and every cell in my body screams to run, hide, and be alone. I glance at my friends, admiring their energy compared to my low social battery. The food is tasteless on my tongue, and I set my fork down, forcing myself to swallow the last mouthful. 

“Are you done already?” Whis asks, and he almost looks… surprised?

“People normally stop eating once they’re full,” I say, pushing away my plate—still full of food. 

Beerus snatches my plate and dumps the contents into his mouth, shrugging at Whis’s look of disapproval. “What? They said they were done,” he says.

I stand up and wave goodbye to everyone. With no remaining evidence of my recent eating habits, they all respond like usual. Some even suggest I take a break from work to hang out more.

The only one who’s different is Whis.

“At least take some for later,” Whis says, handing me a small bundle. I peek inside and see a variety of snacks. 

“Thanks,” I say, hoping the exhaustion doesn’t slip into my smile. 

The mask doesn’t come off until I arrive home. I set the snacks down on my desk but decided it would be safer to refrigerate them. The bright white light sears into my retinas, and I blink until my vision clears. There’s no competition for space, and the bundle looks lonely in the fridge. 

I shut the door and hope I don’t forget about it. 

After staring at the list of chores I promised myself I would complete, I opt to just sleep.

The same routine repeats. Over and over—until Whis appears at my front door one day.

“Beerus sent me on a hunt for delicacies, and I absolutely cannot carry it all. I was walking and remembered you live nearby,” Whis speaks behind a tower of food. It’s honestly impressive how nothing has fallen yet. 

“An almighty being such as yourself can’t handle a bit of manual labour?” I snark, biting my lip to contain the laughter.

“Even if I can’t see your face, I can still tell you’re making fun of me,” he says. “Will you help me or not?”

I glance behind at the dust building up on my floor and the cleaning supplies that sit abandoned in the cupboard. 

“Why not,” I say with a nonchalant shrug, shutting the door behind me. “I can take time out of my busy schedule to help.”

Lies, but they came out of my mouth with such ease. At least today I won’t lay in bed and realize hours have passed in the blink of an eye.

The journey is silent as I balance a stack of cookies and chocolates. But the lack of conversation makes me sweat. Am I being too awkward? Maybe I should say something, but my mind is blank.

“I haven’t seen you at the dinners lately,” Whis says.

I nearly stumble in my steps. “What?”

“Your absence has left a profound emptiness at the tables.”

His face is still hidden behind boxes and bags. 

I purse my lips and say, “Work has kept me busy lately.”

Whis’s thoughtful hum fills the gap in our conversation. “Pace yourself. Nothing good ever comes out of overworking,” he says.

I stare at him, unable to decipher his tone. He sounded—dare I say—concerned for my well-being? There’s no way. This is Whis we’re talking about. To him, I hold the same significance as a bug crawling on the ground.

We continue in silence. Worries that I did something wrong plague my thoughts. But Whis makes no further comment and thanks me when we reach his destination. He offers some of the food as a reward.

A companion for the lone bundle that still sits in my fridge.

Life continues in its monotonous cycle, with each morning harder than the last. Some days I’m lucky to even get out of bed. 

Working overtime becomes automatic at this point and my attendance at gatherings is now sporadic. Sitting at home, the sunlight reveals tiny particles floating in the air, and laundry has begun piling up in the hamper. Did I remember to shower today?

Despite all this, I can’t bring myself to do anything about it. But seeing myself slide down that slippery slope of neglect further propels my anxiety, which fuels worries over my inability to just get things done. It’s a vicious cycle. Neverending. It leaves me ragged, too exhausted to haul myself out of the depressive pit I’ve dug myself into.

How long has it been since I’ve seen my friends? I need to visit soon; I don’t want to worry them. Otherwise, they’ll come to visit me, and then they’ll see how pathetic I really am.

A knock on my door sends my heart leaping into my throat. I sit up, my limbs tangling in the sheets. 

“Is anyone home?” A voice calls out. It’s muffled by the door, but I recognize it immediately. 

Maybe if I keep quiet, he’ll go away?

“I know you’re in there. I can sense your presence,” Whis says. A rap knocks against the wood. “Please open the door before I resort to more… intrusive methods.”

I scramble out of bed and run to the door, flinging it open.

Whis’s eyes widen, and he stares at me without a word. He lets out a low whistle and asks, “What happened?”

“Why do you care?” It comes off more snappy than I intended, but I can only beat myself up for it later.

He ignores my question and steps around me to enter inside. “I knew you weren’t eating well lately, but this is… getting out of hand.”

“And how would you know that?” I scoff and cross my arms. Whis is indifferent; it's a core part of his personality. The destruction of entire planets doesn’t phase him. Now he’s going out of his way because I skipped a few meals here and there?

“My powers of observation are quite astute. I deduced something was wrong due to the discrepancy between the amount of food you and other Saiyans consume,” Whis says, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder. 

I flinch but do my best not to recoil from his touch. The uneasiness gives way to a comforting warmth. I want a hug, but I’d rather die than tell him that. 

“Like I said, work is hectic, and I haven’t had much time to cook or eat,” I say.

Whis doesn’t look like he believes me.

“Nobody has seen you in days,” and he states it like a fact.

Any excuses that I’ve created disappear from my mind, and I have no ammunition against his claim.

“The others have started to notice. They’re—I’m worried.”

I stare blankly, before bursting into laughter. “You? You’re worried about little old me?” I grin and shrug off his hand. “Thanks, but I’m doing perfectly fine. I was planning to visit today.”

“I can see that you’re troubled,” he says, and I squirm underneath his penetrating gaze. 

I avoid his eyes and shrug my shoulders. “This is my normal resting face,” I say with a lazy grin. 

Whis holds my hands. “Just know that I’m here to help because I care.” He clears his throat and switches topics. “Now, let's get you something to eat.”

The fridge pops into my mind. “I still have those snacks you gave me.”

Whis wrinkles his nose and says, “Those must taste dreadful by now. I’ll have to dispose of them before you attempt to eat any.”

“I wouldn’t eat cookies that have gone bad!”

“No, but you would leave them in your fridge until an entire bacterial colony grew. Let me take care of you today. Go. I’ll prepare a meal while you cleanse yourself.” He waves me off to the bathroom.

I grab a change of clothes, sighing at the laundry that awaits me. “Whis?” I turn to look back at him.

“Yes, darling?” And I swear my heart nearly flops out of my chest. I fight to keep the fire underneath my skin under control.

“Thanks,” I mumble, hiding my face behind my hair.

“Anything for you. Anything.” 

And somehow, I can feel that he means it. 

I step out of the shower, and the air is cool against my damp skin. I feel better; my thoughts are clearer and less jumbled. The smell of cream and garlic wafts through the house, and I immediately start salivating. 

I speed walk to the kitchen, where Whis adds chicken to a skillet and stirs in some cheese. There’s an ache in my stomach, and I can’t remember the last time I felt this hungry.

He doesn’t say much, only smiles and says that it’ll take a few minutes for the sauce to thicken. I watch as he plates the pasta, trailing after him to the dining table.

“Have a seat,” Whis says, patting his legs. 

My eyes feel like they’ll pop out of their sockets. “On your lap?” I ask.

“I must ensure you eat an adequate amount.”

I stare at him, waiting for him to say he’s kidding or that it was a joke. But he waits in silence, smiling wider when I stumble over my answer. “Um, well—ok?” I say, sitting down in a daze.

Strong arms wrap around my waist, and Whis’s breath tickles my ear. “I won’t release you until you consume everything on this plate.” His tone is firm, and he teases me with a squeeze.

I’m glad he can’t see my face well. I clear my throat and pick up a fork, twirling a generous amount of pasta before shoving it into my mouth. The milkiness of the cream and cheese, combined with the garlic, makes for a rich sauce that complements the chicken. I can’t contain the content noises as I continue eating.

“Someone’s happy,” Whis chuckles. 

“I’m not.”

He hums and leans back. “That’s not what your tail tells me.”

Only now do I notice my tail is wagging back and forth. I have to make a conscious effort to keep it still, willing it to stay down. 

“I don’t even like Chicken Alfredo,” I say.

“Then why is it always the first dish you eat when it’s available?”

He’s close. Too close.

His skin feels like ice against mine, and I struggle to hear anything over the thundering of my heart.

“And how would you know that?” I ask, squirming in his hold.

Whis keeps me locked tight in his arms. “Because it would be disrespectful to not know the favourite food of the one I love.”

“You… love me?” I whisper, feeling an ache in the back of my throat. 

“I do, and I want you to love yourself just as much. So please let me help. Please confide in me.” He rests his chin on my shoulder, and his presence envelopes me with comfort and peace.

The last wall in my defence crumbles. 

It all spills out of me. Everything I went through in the past few weeks, how hopeless I feel, the anxiety that gnaws at my ribcage like a greedy little rat. He listens to me, nodding and offering words of comfort.

“You’ll be alright,” Whis says, stroking my hair. His cuirass is streaked wet with my tears, something I apologize continuously for, to which he reaffirms that it’s ok. “You won’t feel this way forever, and you don’t have to endure it alone. Asking for help is not shameful. I think it’s brave. To ask for help is to admit your faults and acknowledge that you seek improvement.”

“It is?” I sniffle, not wanting to add snot to the mix.

“You have your friends, and, most importantly, you have me,” Whis says. His expression is tender—shy. Can you imagine? The indifferent immortal shy?

I didn’t know he could hold so much affection in his eyes.

I wipe my face with my sleeves, feeling lighter than I have in days. “Can you make me Chicken Alfredo every day then?” I ask.

Whis gives me an incredulous look. “Every day? Won’t you get sick of it?”

I shake my head, smiling at the thought of seeing him in my kitchen daily. Maybe I could buy him an apron?

“On one condition,” Whis says, and I wait with bated breath. “You allow me to aid you in cleaning your house.”

“Oh, I don’t know…” I trail off, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip. 

A tug on my tail surprises me. “You’re so cute when you’re excited,” Whis laughs, holding the animated appendage in his hands. He kisses my burning cheeks and says, “I know you would appreciate my company.”

I take the last bite of my pasta and show him the empty plate. “I’m done eating, can you let go now?”

Whis releases me, raising his hands in surrender. “I’ll take that as a yes then,” he says.

We spend the rest of the day together, cleaning around the house. I tackle my overdue laundry and Whis washes the dishes that have piled up in the sink.

By the end of it all, I was exhausted but happy. The house looks great again; it looks like it did before I stopped cleaning. Seeing how orderly my environment became actually eased some of my anxiety, which is a huge weight off my chest. 

“Thank you, Whis,” I say with as much sincerity as I could muster.

He pats my head and says, “It was no trouble at all. Don’t worry, I’ll always be there to catch you if you fall.”

Heat prickles my skin, and the apples of my cheeks tingle.

“Does this change anything between us?” I ask, fidgeting with my fingers.

Whis tilts my chin up to meet his gaze. The corners of his eyes crinkle. “Only if you want it to,” he says.

I stare at the wall behind him. “Only if you do,” I mumble.

Whis claps his hands together. “It’s settled then. Now sleep, I'll make you breakfast in the morning,” he says, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

I nod, following him in a daze as he leads me to the bedroom. Whiz’s laughter echoes through the hallways, and I end up holding my tail to stop it from swishing. No force in the universe can stop my tail once Whis climbs into bed with me.

“I’m making sure you rest well,” is his excuse, but I know better. 

Sleep comes easy to me that night, the spot on my forehead still tingling. Whis’s arms keep me warm and I inhale his scent as I’m pressed against his chest. His gentle voice lulls me to sleep and I dream of food, Chicken Alfredo, and Whis and his affectionate gestures.  

END NOTE:

This fic might become a series. I'm not sure whether I'll upload it as one (chapters) or individual one-shots. Probably the latter as I don't think they'll directly happen after each other.

I'll see you guys at my next hyperfixation! (。・∀・)ノ

Taglist: @lovecats123451

[babybratzmaraj]

Im Not.

Part 12 Of The Poems Of The Mad Black Woman🌺

A/N: Hey! it me, the poet godmuva (no one calls me that😖😖😖) but i hope yall day is smooth! and i hope yall enjoy this while i get out this writers block fr😒 sit back n enjoy♥️♥️♥️

Taglist: @megamindsecretlair @iamrheaspeaks @thecapodomme

another authors note: RHEA GIRL IF YOU STILL THERE DO YOU EANNA GET TAGGED IN ANYTHING ELSE!?!? you be getting tagged by me and its one inna blue moon😭😭

im not…

here. its a place I dont want to be.

second to last month of the year… what do I have to show for it?

I only did one thing big, ONE!! and after that my life has went down, for the worse, and nobody gets it.

im sitting here numb, feeling every feeling that i dont want felt, my heart beating a new beat, a unfamiliar one, like the white people made a new genre of music, its almost weird.

depression is getting me, slowly, its numbing my muscles, pausing my creativity, dimming my diamond light shine, closing my voicebox when helps arrives,

But to the others… im just lazy, not doing anything or at least trying, like to complain about everything like I’m Ms. Crumplebottom, and when I do speak its always, “You never speak!” “You dont talk!”

you dont reach out.

its not a safe space for me, for me, my thoughts, not my air, not even my existence…

I stay silent to prove my point. I stop reaching out after the failed attempts of me trying, i stand in the corner of the party with this drank in my cup, slowly succumbing to the vivid affect of it all, I was so close to dying of thirst.

As I sip, I disappear, nobody approaches me, I stay safe, I stay sane.

My experience doesn’t match everyones but my cries break the same, As I take my sips, I lose my words, I dont know what to say. I stay safe, I stay sane.

My cup gives my happiness, something humans fail to do, with this newfound happiness, I open, I keep them sane, they keep me safe right?

My cup was spiked. I was not safe around them, I was not sane, they made me insane, the fake safety they gave, it was all a joke. a DAMN joke at that.

I ran out of drank, thankfully kendrick made that swimming pool, my problem went away when I dove in.

[plumsaffron]

Miracucunts roast pt. 10:

Can we please stop victim blaming young men like Adrien? Come on, he’s actually exploited by his father! And the adults in his life are either complacent or helpless!

This whole time the Adrien fans are more chill than the Marinette fans…

Want an example of toxic communities? There we have it folks! The Miracubozos refusing to move the fuck on from season 3!

Ok what’s with some writers forgetting about Marinette’s Asian heritage in some DC Xover fics?? Y’all are really trying too hard to create bio!dad Bruce AUs! We already have his canon wards, at least those other fan writers are more respectful of the canon sources! Heck, the bio fam batfamily from only their universe/source material is infinitely better than the Xover ones any day!

The DC fans be like, “Huh? What’s up with the Damian tags rising? *looks at social media feed but frowns* Wait why is a soft ass show crossing over with DC? WTF is going on?! They don’t even make sense at all!”

Hope you don’t mind me sharing a few opinions from other similar things:

Danny Phantom x other shows fanfics are probably just diet versions of Miraculous crossovers. But the bashing is quite toned down on his parents and canon girlfriend Sam that a portion of the fandom detests. I don’t mind crossover ships since the DP phandom is chill about it but it’s always the miracubitches ruining crossover fics. Funny thing is that Danny’s fans also do the “Protagonist Morality Centric” and coddle him more/treat him better than the Miraculous protagonists’ fans. Strangely he isn’t an abuse victim yet some fans write him as such. I don’t even follow the tags anymore since late 2023 but I’d occasionally share my opinions/criticism when I feel like it, and nobody dogpiled me on AO3! Pointing out various fandom parallels, they aren’t so different in their stans and hatedoms after all. It’s just certain sections of a community being way louder than others. I’m kinda uninterested in it now because DP’s canon is more bearable compared to Miraculous. At least I’d admit that it’s not the best show in history because of said canon and some fans making Danny immune from criticism, treating him like an innocent angel even though he’s got flaws like everyone. Though their canonically released graphic novel really fixed things.

Turning off the mature button on any art site without tag filtering is a regretful decision… even worse on D/A when there’s clearly sus art that deserves to have the mature filter. I feel bad for innocent and good users who are too used to using the site to upload their content… but they really should move somewhere more manageable like tumblr, AO3 or whatever else isn’t uber cultish or volatile.

I mean, I have nothing against that kind of art but those people should’ve just done that on the more mature sites instead of the mainstream sites… I’m guessing they’re too damn lazy to do it… the staff are either too busy with other matters, complacent with it or just don’t care whilst punishing those who did nothing wrong.

Strange thing is, when other people give out similar toned reviews on other series, they didn’t get deleted by TVTropes staff or mass flagged by the stans. Probably because they are secretly biased when it comes to how opinions are said and done. Or maybe my deleted review was a little too “harsh and mean” for their standards. That site has potential for introducing canon content and fanfics for curious internet users, not just people using creative funny terms. But they’re overshadowed by biased staff who’s more worried about silencing harmless opinions rather than making sure people are behaving. The review section should have the 5 star system like other sites so people can sort them out, hence reducing the likelihood of being silenced.

In mid 2022, I tried to create a page for a popular canon divergent fanfic from One Punch Man but that got deleted for “lack of updates/maintenance”. Yet someone else did the same thing and didn’t get whacked in early 2023. Probably because that current version is better written than the old version. Even so, there should’ve been sections for the old and new versions because some readers were ok with the old deleted one. Even if there were Karens fussing a lot with guest reviews (no login needed so that’s bad for inactive fics unlike AO3 ones where guest emails are required not just regular users) about the old version on Fanfiction.Net/FFN. No good deed goes unpunished huh?

Indeed. It doesn’t take much for these maggots to discard everything they know goes on in Adrien’s life. They gotta find or make a way to blame him or fault him and put him on equal scale of all else. Gabriel Nathalie and Tomoe can hold hands destroying him and everyone but somehow people will erupt against Adrien over some minor inconvenience to them. Then they want to find way to auto drag him into a situation to be at fault cause well idk. People are weird.

It’s so...ugh.

Oh gawd. That Marinette going to DC thing or that strange Damianette thing. EEK. That thing seems like a some methfic people wanna taken seriously to save Marinette or her to live a better life somehow. Huh herritage of Marinette erasure. These people find new ways to even crap on the girl they want to move to Gotham for some reason. I remember scrolling and few of these crossover methfics were for Lila Saltery. Honestly, what are these peeps doing?

People do love choosing when to purge one while turning blind eyes on another or others doing similar to beyond. Seems these people targeting you view you as their real struggle in life. They want to be pissy and triggered and unfortunately higher-ups are lames. The I’m cool with them doing to it but you somehow cause them to commit...

All cause

DA is pretty cursed. I’m like why at times...

Sucks how some sections/fandoms are rather chill whereas other sections/fandoms of are off the deep end (especially when the deep end ones seem or are the more prominent)

[raynelovesyoongi]

Love me again

He wants me so bad. || Chapter Three

Paring:Xu Minghao x Fem!Reader

Warnings:cussing, slight angst(not rlly), drinking, mentions of menstrual cycle, flirting again (platonically)

Wordcount: 2,239

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"Y/n? Are you okay? Do you need pads? I have some in my car, I can go get them if you need them." You heard Miyeon knocking on the door; how long have you been in there for?

    "Oh no! Don’t worry, I’m perfectly fine! it was just a false alarm, haha." You yelled back while pacing around the bathroom. You looked at yourself in the mirror and at your outfit.

    "Thank god! I thought I’d be on my period next since we always sync, and I don’t even have pads. I said that so you could feel a bit of comfort. Anyway, I’m getting back to work. Hurry your ass up because we’re busy!" Miyeon laughed, but you completely canceled out her voice, thinking about how Minghao looked. FUCK! He looked so good today, and you were dressed in your lazy hangover fit; you hadn’t even put any make-up on. If you knew your ex-boyfriend was going to randomly show up at the cafe you work at for some reason, you would have gone all out for it. You can’t let him see you looking like a bum after your breakup! You did what you could and fixed your hair. You walked out of the bathroom, and Minghao was now the one ordering. Were you gone for long or not? Was the line really that long that it took him all that time you were in the bathroom to finally reach the register? It seemed that he was done ordering, so he went over to the "pick up" section so he could wait for the stuff he ordered. You went over to see what he had ordered, and you were surprised to see that he ordered an iced caramel macchiato. That was the drink you had introduced him to; he never really liked going to cafes, and if he ever did, it was because you dragged him to one. You respected his boundaries, so you never dragged him to a busy cafe; instead, you’d always drag him to the cafes nobody really knew about—those small family-owned cafes. You were lost in thought before you remembered you had to actually make the coffees. You got to work and started working on Minghao’s order; he also ordered a couple of pastries and an iced white chocolate mocha, which you were guessing was for his friend. Wait, who did he come here with? You looked over to see where he was sitting, and it was Seokmin. You quickly got to work on his drinks and pastries, and when you finished, you called out his name so he could pick it up. He looked up from his phone and looked at you. You don’t know what exactly he was trying to do, but he didn’t come closer to getting his order. You were puzzled, to say the least, but just set his drink down.

    "Dude! Can you not hear? They called your name out hours ago!" Seokmin said it with a pained look on his face. "NOOOOO!!! MY ICE MELTED BECAUSE OF YOU!"

"Chill out, dumbass. they called my name out only a second ago. Jesus Christ, and your ice didn’t melt. Stop being dramatic. Could we go to a different cafe next time? This one’s packed."

    "But… But what about Y/N? Wasn’t she cool? She’s worth going through all that line just to see her beautiful smile!"

"You talk like you're in love with her. Also, she was a total dick while taking my order. That’s why I don’t want to come here ever again."

    "Really? She’s not the type to be rude to anyone. Are you sure you got the name tags right?" Seokmin paused before looking around and leaning into Minghao’s ear to whisper something. "It could’ve been Miyeon... She’s kind of mean to customers here, but I don’t blame her! These students are so annoying." Minghao knew you weren’t the type to be an asshole; he knew that better than anyone else, but he still continued on with his lie for some reason.

"Let's just go, please." The two of them left, and a certain someone heard their whole conversation. Jihoon was sitting down there the whole time, listening in on what was happening. What the hell was this random dude on about? Who was this guy? And why was he lying on your name if you weren’t even the one who took his order? Jihoon made a mental note to tell you about this later; he wasn’t just going to sit by and let someone disrespect his friend. You were a bit weirded out by how Minghao clearly looked at you, then pretended to act stupid. Did he not remember you? You couldn’t get the vision out of your head; you could feel yourself slowly losing your mind more and more when you thought about it. You were so lost in your thoughts that when your shift was over, you almost worked overtime because of how much you were thinking about Minghao. Jeonghan had to nudge you in order to bring you back to reality.

"Hey, you alright?"

"Ah, yeah, I’m fine. Sorry, what time is it?"

"Time for you to go home and rest. You look exhausted." He said while patting your back and walking away after. Jihoon was waiting for your shift to be over so he could drop you off at home.

He was waiting for you to finish your rant about your day before you suddenly perked up.

"OH MY GOD, guess what the hell happened today, Woozi! I fucking saw my goddamn ex! I don’t know if he remembers me, though, because he just stared at me, then back at his phone. Or maybe I’m delusional and thought it was him, but really it was someone else? GAAAAHHH, I’m going crazy. Woozi, help me!" You exclaimed loudly while running your fingers through your hair. "And guess what else, bro? HE STILL GETS THE DRINK. I INTRODUCED HIM TO OH MY GOD. HE WANTS ME SO FUCKING BAD!" Jihoon was trying to put everything together in his head; he’s sure he saw you call someone out, then have awkward eye contact with them as they ignored you and went back on their phone. It finally clicked that Minghao was the asshole lying on your name.

    "Y/n…" Jihoon began but didn’t know if he should tell you. You were clearly excited to see your ex again. It was obvious you still had feelings for him.

“How long ago did you date him? And what was the reason for the breakup?”

You sucked in a breath. You looked off to the side before responding, "Uh, we broke up about two years ago. We broke up for a couple of reasons. I don’t want to talk about it." He looked at you before looking back at the road.

"So does he go to our school? Or what? Why are you just now seeing him?"

"Hmmm, now that you bring that up, I honestly don’t know why he’s even here, but as I said, it may not actually be him." You guys got distracted by other topics, and it completely slipped Jihoon’s mind about what Minghao had said, and before you knew it, you were home. You waved goodbye and said thank you to Jihoon for dropping you off; he said it was alright, and he’ll always be your personal Uber, whether you like it or not. You giggled at his humor and left while waving once again. When you entered your dorm, you went on Instagram, and that’s when you saw Joshua’s post. It was a photo of Joshua, Wonwoo, and Minghao. You clicked on the photo and saw that Joshua had tagged both of them. Yup, that’s him. You thought as you clicked on Minghao's You looked through his posts and saw that he hasn’t really been on Instagram ever since you two broke up. You went down all the way to the bottom of his page when you saw that he still had a picture of one of your dates posted. You clicked on it and scrolled through the post. You saw countless photos of you and him together; your heart was running miles, and you felt like your chest was on fire. Why were these still up? Why didn’t he ever delete them? Were you thinking too much about it? I need a drink. You made your way to the kitchen and found alcohol in the fridge.

"Drinking alone without us? Awh, you’re mean! My hearts shattered." Yeji spoke and grabbed herself a bottle as well; Miyeon was probably going to steal sips from both of your bottles.

"Guys, please, can you help me out?" You said it almost desperately while making your way to the living room, with two of your roommates following behind you.

   "Yeah? What’s up?" Miyeon said as she popped open a bottle and took a couple of sips.

"What does it mean when your ex still has photos of the two of you when you were together posted on his Instagram?"

"Honestly, I feel like that means he still wants you, babe. I don’t blame him. You’re smoking hot." Yeji spoke, making Miyeon hit her shoulder.

"Gosh, Yeji, you sound like a middle-aged man who’s hitting on a young girl at the bar!" Miyeon giggled, "But yeah, I agree with Yeji. It’s weird that he hasn’t deleted them, especially if he’s still active on the account." You took out your phone to look back at the posts; you saw his most recent ones were from yesterday and today. You didn’t know Yeji and Miyeon were being nosy and reaching over your shoulder to see what you were looking at.

    "THE NEW KID?" They both yelled out in shock, making you jump.

    "Holy shit! You guys know him?"

    "Yeah! I have a few classes with him, so does  Yeji." Great. So Xu Minghao went to your school, and that means that definitely was him at the cafe.

"I'm going to sleep, guys. Goodnight." You rushed out while making your way to your room, you felt tipsy because you chugged your drink a lot while talking to those two. You knew you wouldn’t be able to sleep at night if you didn’t.

You woke up, ready for the day. You had a plan in your head: you would find Minghao and talk to him. You spent extra time getting ready; you wanted to make sure he’d take you back no matter what! When you made it to school, you were looking all over for him, yet you hadn’t once spotted him. You decided to go to class, and when you walked in, you said hi to Seungkwan and Seokmin. Seungkwan could tell you upset; he could read you like an open book.

    "Y/n… come here." He got up from his seat and waited for you to come to him. He hugged you tightly and asked you what was wrong. The tears in your eyes were starting to slide down your cheeks. For some reason, ever since yesterday, when you saw Minghao, your mind has been going in spirals. You felt like all the memories came rushing in, and damn, you missed him. It was all so hard to accept that he was actually here at the same school as you. Seungkwan had no idea why you were crying, but he quickly hid you so nobody else saw you break down. He walked out of class, not caring whether you guys got in trouble or not. You were more important. As he hugged you, you only felt the tears pour out more violently. Every ounce of sadness you’ve ever held was coming out now, and all the stress you had built up in you was all coming out. It seemed that Minghao was the breaking point; you were fine with all the stress building up, you were fine with all the sadness you held in you, and you were fine hiding every problem deep inside of you. But for some reason, since you’ve seen Minghao, you felt like literal shit.

"Seungkwan, I miss him so much—so fucking much it hurts." You spoke in a raspy, strained voice; it was quiet, and only Seungkwan could hear you. He had no idea who you were talking about, but he still wanted to comfort you, none the less, so he just listened to you. "I can’t find him anywhere, and I’m just so damn confused. I just want to talk to him and clear things up! Maybe I even want more."

    "Who? Who’s this ‘he’ you’re talking about, y/n? I’ll help you find him. Just let me know, please. It’ll all be okay, yeah? Just let me help." Seungkwan never once softened his grip; he was letting you know he was there for you, but his grip wasn’t so tight that it could hurt you. He knew what your limit was, so he never crossed it by hugging you any tighter to the point where you’d get hurt or feel like you were suffocating.

    "Minghao! The new kid everyone's running their mouths about—that's what makes it all worse! Everyone seems to know where he is, yet I can’t fucking find him. It’s like he’s avoiding me." You were right, but it seemed like right now Minghao couldn’t avoid you after being dragged out of the classroom by Seokmin to find you. Minghao heard everything.

A/n: LMAAAAOOOOO BOOOO Y/N (i’m sorry ily) it’s abt to get interesting guys dw pls I know I said that last chap but fr this time😭😞🙏

[illogicallyx]

Ok ok ok so I’ll just talk jjk rn because heh why not. So like, Satoru and Suguru are the main main guys- and even b/w these, Suguru stands undefeated lmao. The rest like idk I can think of issues so I just stick to one guy— (ok I imagine a poly between us ok?)

So yes, suguru: we have the academic rival trope for sure—with the “smart ass x dumb ass” thing going except we switch the tags every few few minutes<3 loook suguru def did not like me initially, and vice versa because I found him too stoic and he found me obnoxious BUT the mutual admiration? Yes. Also like between the two of us, he is more mature emotionally so it’s mainly him opening up first—and all that and I’m more friendly to people so I help him socialise and whatever lmao—you can call it golden retriever x black cat energy lmao. Also hcs:- we spend nights where I ramble to him about space and maths until either of us falls asleep or he tells me history facts or psychology facts in the lazy mid-afternoon cuddle sessions until we’re all warm and cozy.

Ok I tried my best of writing someone here but I have nobody💀 so honourable mentions to Megumi and Nanami here lmao. Hand obviously Satoru. I just myself very platonic with everyone else yk?

So I’ll just say Chuuya because lolz: now idk if there is any trope that goes “boss x secretary” frfr but yes. I don’t see it working out anyway else because Chuuya is too hot headed to listen to my bs otherwise. Also also we’re just like two bastards who become bigger jerks when together<3 and I’m taller than Chuuya so<3333 he loves his tall gf fr. And like Chuuya and I support each other no matter what. Like even if the other is in wrong? Shut up, they’re right because I said so. We both help each other maintain stability towards each other tbh and like, a sense of routine and familiarity— and love buying each other gifts. Just like thrive off of that and yes. Small hc again because lol: he loves when I bake for him or better teach him, lke just gets that feel—and so to make up for it he teaches me how to ride his bike

I was gonna do hawks but I’ll keep it short and sweet lmao

please i love the way you have a whole ass backstoriesss <33 if i try to imagine a backstory i will be forced to write a fanfic out of it i have no self control.

also bae should i get into bsd 😭😭im traumatised is it like jjk???? i recently saw that dazai is dead GOJO DEAD DAZAI DEAD what is there left to live for 😞😞

[iii-days-grace]

The Father, the Bun, and the Holy Ghost

Hey! I don't have the spoons today to put this up and tag it on AO3 and/or Knotfic, but I wanted to post it anyway. I'll upload it there in a few days or whenever I have the time and energy.

In that case, consider this a sort of open beta reading :) Summary: Shawn and Sid get the munchies one night while on tour, and explore a new city to find a restaurant with an unusual theme.

Word Count: 1076

Rating: Gen

Characters: Sid Wilson, Shawn Crahan

Pairing: 0/6

The Father, the Bun, and the Holy Ghost

‘Sorry daddy, I’ve been -’

Shawn swats Sid from across the table. ‘That’s not the words. Here.’ He shoves a fry into his hand and pops the lid from off Sid’s drink. Not technically the right ritual either, but they’ll skip the confession shit for now. The food is hot, so state of grace be damned.

As he shifts he catches a whiff of pot stink from his jacket. They shared another joint on the way over so he knows they both have to stink at this point, all the smoke and sweat and probably other things liberated by the misty spring rain they had walked through to get here. Everything in this city closed early for some reason.

But this is a burger place somewhere close to midnight, who else is it open for anyway besides the stoners?

Probably not good Christian boys, even if weed was legal in this country. He thinks. He doesn’t have time to remember such things on tour. Nobody seems to be batting an eye about the smell of the Devil’s lettuce though, so they’re probably fine.

Something about the cocktail tickles his limbic system in a way that reminds him of evenings spent loitering behind the high school, bumming smokes off each other from friends and tucking butts inside their pockets to avoid leaving evidence.

Anyway, the stench that leaches off them still doesn’t mask the hot and crispy smell from off the trays. Thick-cut golden fries with skin, the burger bleeds that weird pink juice that isn’t blood, but sure looks like it — nothing like the anaemic grey things they usually manage to grab from a drive-through between shows.

‘Earth to Shawn?’ Sid’s still holding his fry between his fingertips like a joint, waiting.

‘Alright, alright. Now eat it.’ Shawn sloshes the open drink in one hand as he gestures. A few drops — (the blood of Christ, amen) — land on the buns, fries scattered around it like manna (don’t worry, I’ll pay. Let’s go. No, it’s not too far, we’ll walk, I’m starving.) Midnight, high school, hotel. Follow the fryer and grease smell inside.

Where were they again?

He shakes his head and floats himself back down to Earth, and listens to the ice crackling in his drink as he waits for the man across the table to finish chewing. Somewhere between one and thirty minutes later, Sid conquers the solitary little fry and grins.

‘Okay, now gimme the blood,’ he says, wiggling his fingers in a lazy impression of Count Dracula.

He pauses. ‘Wait, does this make us vampires? Holy shit, is Jesus a zombie?’ Sid whispers in horror — maybe dramatic, but maybe real if his high is anything like the one smoothing out Shawn’s frontal lobes.

Grabbing Shawn’s free hand, Sid peels his sparkling, bloodshot eyes open like he’s about to spill some big secret and over the table. Sid blinks, trying and mostly failing to focus, his eyes swimming a little as he’s distracted by the neon sign over Shawn’s shoulder.

Shawn’s facing away from the wall, but he can see the logo mirrored on the window, shimmering through the glazed reflection and backlit by the city lights beyond it.

‘Sidney.’

‘Are we cannibals?’

‘You’re not even Catholic. Do you want me to do it or not?’ Shawn asks. Goddamn zombie Jesus. He sighs. An argument for when they’re more baked, perhaps.

Not that they’re being proper about the thing anyway, but this isn’t much of a church either, let alone a cathedral, so who cares. Despite the topical verses printed on the cups and the cheeky golden calf by the tip jar (’alms for the poor’). In another life he might be able to remember what the verses are about, but currently his attention is doing double duty.

Shawn holds the drink to Sid’s face and gently backhands him again when he moves to pick it up. Sid gets the idea and lets Shawn hold the cup while he takes a sip, swishing it around in his mouth. He looks at Shawn expectantly.

‘That’s it?’

‘By the power vested in me by the state of Iowa, I now pronounce you cleansed of fast food sins. Heathen. Can we eat now?’

‘Can I have your pickle?’

‘What, your thirst hasn’t been slaked yet? Spiritually speaking of course. Don’t waste the blessing, or we’ll have to do it all over again.’ He laughs and shakes his head, and peels open his sandwich, plopping the vinegary wafer onto Sid’s plate.

‘You’re gross,’ he says.

‘Hey, fuck you, it was your weed.’

Sid tucks the evil green thing into the real lettuce and folds his burger back together. Shawn methodically snaps the lid back on his drink and unwraps his straw, squinting at the verse printed on the paper, something from Ecclesiastes. One of the nicer books of the thing, if he remembers correctly. He tucks the paper his pocket to look up in the bedside Bible back at the hotel.

They eat in silence for a few minutes, listening to the quiet hum of the fluorescent lights and the sizzle of fries cooking. Now and then the doorbell jingles as someone enters the restaurant. Sid bums the occasional fry from his plate; Shawn lets him. The high settles into his muscles as the food sits warm in his belly.

There's no clock in here, but the sound of the remaining ice cubes rattling as Sid finishes his drink bring him back to Earth again.

Sid taps his arm.

‘Hey, I saw a fried chicken place with a sexy chicken lady logo on the way here. Do you think that one’s themed like a strip club?’

Sure, why not? If a burger could be redeemed, chicken probably could too.

‘Let’s check it out. There’s a mini-fridge in the room for leftovers.‘

They clear their table and stack the trays on top of the bin. Shawn slips his jacket back on again as they go outside. As they open the door, in the distance, he fancies he hears the ring of a church bell.

‘I’ll buy,’ Shawn says, ‘but you owe me a joint for this one.’

Sid laughs and gently shoves into Shawn with his shoulder, hands in his pockets as they head back into the night.

‘Any time, dude. Any time.’

FINI

Ecclesiastes 9:7 - Go, eat your food with gladness, and drink your wine with a joyful heart, for God has already approved what you do.

[ana-chronista]

9 people you’d like to get to know better! Thanks for the tag, @esskuesli - it's been ages since I've done one of these! three ships: To the surprise of nobody here, let’s go with Bojere and Jance as the first two. If you asked me seven months ago if I’d ever return to RPF, the answer would have been a resounding no. And yet here I am... As a third, let’s go for Bagginshield (Thorin Oakenshield/Bilbo Baggins), as this was the last fandom I was heavily involved in before possibly the world’s longest hiatus! first ship: I’m not sure I can even remember exactly which one, but I first got introduced to fanfiction and shipping via Harry Potter. It was so long ago that the books were still coming out (and, y'know, before JKR started torching her legacy), and there were major shipping wars between Harry/Hermione and Ron/Hermione. So probably something around that. last song: ‘Water Slides’ by Mew. (I would love to know how they come up with the ideas for their videos, I really would...) last film: It’s been a while since I went to the cinema, so the last one I saw out was Barbie. At home, I’ve probably since rewatched Hot Fuzz. It’s one of those films you just have to see time and again... for the greater good... currently reading: I’ve finally got round to picking up ‘The Thirtieth Year’ (‘Das dreißigste Jahr’) by Ingeborg Bachmann after meaning to read the whole thing for ages. In translation this time though – I’m being lazy. I’m also reading ‘A Life With Footnotes’, the Terry Pratchett biography by his assistant/business manager Rob Wilkins. I’m a huge fan of Discworld/Good Omens, so it's really interesting to find out more about how he came to be who he was and I feel like it’s the closest it could be to an autobiography without him having written the whole thing himself, if that makes sense? currently watching: Within the past week, I’ve managed to finish Bodies, Lupin Season 3 and All The Light We Cannot See, and now I’m at a bit of a loose end. I’ll probably be catching up with Loki Season 2 next. (Incidentally if anyone would like to chat about any of these, feel free - especially Lupin, I have THOUGHTS!) currently consuming: Strawberry and raspberry tea. currently craving: Pasta bake – something with lots of cheese and a crispy topping. It’s freezing outside so perfect weather for it!

I think most people have probably been tagged already, but if you haven't and you'd like to do it: @frikatilhi @occhi-verdi-come-il-mare @greensolsikke @sparklitive-sonya @pippitypippin @i-wasnt-ready-for-this @technicallycleverdetective and anyone else who would like to give it a go!

[svartalfhild]

WIP Wednesday WHENEVER

Thanks for the tag, @late-nite-scholar! Tagging @wayfaring-rune and @celamity. Unfortunately can't think of anyone else who might be working on something right now, but if anyone wants to do it, go ahead!

This is a snippet from the ESO fic I'm working on that's another installment of my The Crow-Marked series. This one gets into detail about Vivethys's past and where she came from, and she finally finds out more about her origins as well as gets closure on a pivotal event from her adolescence.

This is the opening of the story. A little tooth-rotting fluff and Fjorun angst right before shit hits the fan.

Vivethys loved the lazy mornings she and her colleagues were granted on the first days following returns from missions.  Captain Llaari called it part of their compensation for the particularly harrowing work they did as Covert Ops agents, and Vivethys could not be more grateful.  She cherished the extra time she got to spend lying with Fjorun in his cot, quietly talking with him and admiring his handsome features.  That sharp nose and jaw.  Those thin, expressive lips.  That soft and wavy black hair.  That roguish hint of scruff.  Those piercing eyes, blue and pale as glacial ice.  She loved having the time to get lost in them. This particular early autumn morning, it was blessedly cool enough that she hadn’t awoken overheated and sweaty, and it was quite comfortable to be cuddled up to her man.  He was still asleep when she awoke, but not for long, as she pressed a kiss to his sternum and ghosted her fingertips across his chest hair until he grabbed her hand and smiled without even opening his eyes. “Gothan morgen,” he greeted sleepily in Nordic before kissing her palm. “Dayn juli,” she echoed in Dunmeri and he opened his eyes to look at her with a drowsy but fond expression. “I was having the strangest dream.”  Vivethys made a small sound of interest at this and Fjorun continued.  “I was in Windhelm and the city was empty, except I found my grandparents in the street in front of the palace.  They were wearing their armor, and they told me I had to help them escort the princess out of the city.  I said Eastern Skyrim doesn’t have a princess, and my grandfather whacked me with the flat of his sword and said ‘Only if word gets out about what you’ve been doing with her,’ and then my grandmother told me ‘You’re just like you’re father.’  I may have gotten a bit petty and said something like ‘So are you.  You also died in a war and left my mother to raise me alone,’ and then they turned into draugr and shambled away.” “That is strange.  And dark.” “I haven’t even told you the strangest part yet.  The Akaviri Invasion was nine years ago.  I thought I’d forgotten what my grandparents faces looked like, but in this dream, I could recall them clear as day.” “Your spirit magic has been getting stronger.  Perhaps they were drawn to you.” “If they came to me from Sovngarde, they certainly wasted the effort.  More likely it’s just my mind digging up things it shouldn’t.” “Well, you’re awake now, and you’re with me, and I’m not going to turn into a draugr and shamble away,” Vivethys assured him, and he smiled, brushing her cheek affectionately. “No, definitely not a draugr.  I think you might be a princess I’ve deflowered, though,” he murmured and she gave a mock gasp. “The scandal!  But lucky for you I’m not really a princess.  I’m nobody.” “You’re royalty to me,” Fjorun told her before pulling her into a kiss. “Are you two being mushy over there?” they heard their sniper, Minds-His-Business, call from across the tent as he sat up in his cot and stretched. “Yes, and I’m not sorry!” Fjorun replied and Vivethys giggled.  No comment came from their healer, Jormvald, who they quickly realized wasn’t even present.  He’d probably gotten up early, as he often did, to secure plates of good breakfast food from the mess tent for all of them.  Gods, they were lucky to have him, otherwise they’d probably have some very unhealthy eating habits by now.

[leatherforhell]

WHICH AESTHETIC COLOR ARE YOU?

forest green

You're in your own world, spinning fictions and building realities and finding the poetry in ordinary things. The people around you can tell there's something special to you, and you're well-loved by a some very good people. But even to your closest friends, you're a bit of a mystery. This always surprises you to hear, because you don't mean to put walls up-- you just get so caught up in things nobody else sees that you forget to let yourself be seen. You're complicated, and sometimes you get tangled in it. Don't worry, though, it's not off-putting; despite your accidental air of mystery, your warmth can be seen like a campfire through distant trees.

tagged: @batcaller (thank u dear!!)

tagging: @lapinecide @wallcrawld and anyone else who wants to idk I’m being lazy but tag me I wanna see

[jjkafterhours]

“reversal of the heart” actually captured my heart. the way you wrote it felt so natural and I’m glad it headed in a different direction than straight-up angst…lol….i don’t think I would’ve been strong enough for that…..you’re excellent at characterizing these characters and it’s genuinely just beautiful writing. bravo

REVERSAL OF THE HEART.

PART EIGHT

TAGS/WARNINGS;; angst, slow-burn but I’m impatient, guilt, nudity (not very explicit), kissing, fluff, everybody needs a hug @m00dycr4nkybitc @brumous11

WC;; 5K+

NOTES;; FINALLY GOT MY LAZY ASS TO WRITE I’M SO SORRYYY. Also I have received several asks for part 8, but I just wanted to honor this one, because it was the first ask/comment I had received when I first started this series, and look how far we've all come. Thank you so much, anon, as well as everybody else, for hanging on so far <3 PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE PART FOUR PART FIVE PART SIX PART SEVEN

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“So you ran away.”

Megumi does not reply. His head is bowed to the ground, as if Toji’s words felt more like blows to his back. A sense of coldness has frozen over his impassive expression. You realize that he has little sympathy for his son, and although you do not think that he would demean or insult him, you knew silence hurt more than anything. Silence meant apathy, disappointment, quiet rage, and you knew the knowledge of that hurt more than a scolding, no matter how harsh.

“Any reason why?” He asks. He is only met with a sniffle. Tears are silently rolling down the boy’s cheeks. Enough, you think, hoping that Toji would spare the boy some words of comfort. Megumi’s small; his stature weak and unassuming next to his father’s broad, intimidating form. Toji radiates anger, the fury in his eyes replacing the soul-crushing relief you had seen when he had seen his son at the police station. He had been awake for days, wild with fear, his head in his hands, weeping, asking you what he had done wrong for his son to not to want to stay in the same house as him.

You knew that Megumi was not aware of that, and no matter how much you wanted him to understand. You don’t think he has even seen his father cry. To a child it would only seem that their father was disappointed. Although you knew there was no way to justify his actions, you knew that Megumi only wanted his father’s attention, to see some sort of indication that he was cared and loved for. Perhaps that was why he always kept getting in trouble whenever Toji was around.

“Well?” Toji says harshly, and you wonder if you should confront him now, or later-

“Because I hate you.” Megumi blurts out, then stiffens in horror. His eyes widen when he registers what he said. You see for the barest of moments; how Toji’s expression changes into one of grief, before settling back into an expressionless mask.

“I see.” Megumi opens his mouth, more tears rolling down his cheeks, trying to explain. His eyes flit back and forth, his lip quivering uncontrollably. His lips move silently, the words dying in his lips which echoed what was left of them.

“You’re grounded,” Toji says. “For making your mother worry.” It’s all he manages before the tremor in his voice threatens to give away. He stays pauses, for a moment, but then it gives away to silence. He had nothing left to say. How could he scold his son for something which he thought he had brought on?

He walks away, feeling his heart cave in. Megumi’s breaths are quick and shallow as he stares after his father's form. You run to the boy as he collapses.

“You need to apologize, okay, Megumi?” You said softly, when he regains his composure. He nods, hiccupping slightly.

“I know you did not mean it, but we don’t say things like that to people that we love.” You continued.

“Are you angry at me too?” He asks, while you wipe his tears with the pad of your thumb.

“Nobody’s angry at you, Megumi. We were worried but now that we’re all together, it’s alright.”

“You still love me, right?”

“Of course, Gumi.”

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Just when you think that things have improved, you seem to fall back into square one. Tsumiki has become quieter, Megumi mostly cooped up in his room, and Toji rarely at home. The frigidness in his eyes returns, and you see him soundlessly brush past you whenever he runs into you. Megumi occasionally looks up at you, his lips quivering, but you could offer little comfort, mostly grasping his hand and giving it a squeeze. You know you cannot brush the incident off like it had been nothing, but you did not want to scare the boy either. So you decided to keep your distance and prayed that it would not be taken the wrong way. The walks to school with Tsumiki had gone quiet as well and it suffocated you, the unresolved tension which resided in the house.

“What?” You finally ask, exasperated.

“I didn’t say anything.” He muttered, looking away.

“You keep staring at me, like-” You protest.

“You’re just imagining it.” He replies coolly.

“I would rather have you tell me rather than silently glare at me; you know?” You demanded. The black look in his eyes doesn’t leave him. You could feel his eyes boring holes at the back of your head; wasn’t everything going well a few days ago?

“You did the same thing when you were at the Zenin Estate.” He winces at that. Ah, you indeed had caught on.

“It isn’t like pretending like everything is normal is going to make anything better.” His mouth twists into an ugly expression, his eyes narrow and accusing.

“I’m not here to fix you Toji.” You said quietly.

“Bold of you to assume that I’ll change because of you.” He sneers.

“Is it really wrong to want to spend time with you?” You exclaimed, throwing your hands up in frustration.

“I don’t want to talk about this.” He says stiffly. Does the man even hear himself?

“What do you mean you-” You yell. “Toji!”

“What?” His voice rises, fury clear in his eyes. “Is there really anything more to talk about?” Was he really just going to storm off like this?

“I’m not trying to fix you!” You scream, feeling your eyes sting.

“Clearly you and I aren’t any happier. I’m the last person who is going to make you happy!” He hisses.

“You have made me happy-” You swallow. Your throat hurts. “These couple of days were wonderful-”

“Are you really going to take those couple of days over a whole year?” He bellows. What had gone wrong? Why was he suddenly angry at you?

“So you’re just going to walk out?”

“Don’t you think it’s time we had a break from each other?”

“This is just going to make it worse.” You plead. “Please, just stay and tell me.” He feels like a child when he hears you say that, and it makes him angrier. In his right mind, he probably would not have taken in the wrong way, but the problem was that he wasn’t. He was angry, a random sequence of buttons pressed underneath his skin, making his face feel hot, heart thudding against his chest.

“I don’t know what to do, Y/N.” You see him deflate slightly even as he grits his teeth. “I honestly think whatever’s done, it’s going to be the same, and it’s going to be an endless loop of this and getting your hopes shattered.”

“It won’t-” “Just quit it, Y/N. It’s annoying, and it is pointless.” He says coldly. The truth was that it was a cycle he can’t escape from, building and then sabotaging his own relationships past the point of no return. He had been selfish and failed to create a proper relationship with his children, and because of it he had lost Megumi’s mother.

Was he really thinking of her at a time like this?

Why why why-

-Could he not be satisfied with what he had? He knew exactly what was going to happen. He was going to fall back into misery, point out bits and pieces where you fell short; reducing you to a poor replacement for-

(Then break it. Break the cycle. All it cost was his pride wasn’t it? This whole argument was his fault wasn’t it? He just wanted to drive a wedge between you and him because he felt like shit.)

He pushes back the thoughts far, far down. No— he cannot do this to you, not you. He was vile, the worst of the worst; he knew, and you did not deserve that kind of cruelty. He was not going to bring you down to him.

“You’re so mean.” You whisper, salty tears spilling from your eyes. “I can’t believe I fell in love with such somebody who’s so mean to me.”

“Then don’t.” Toji’s voice wavers for the slightest of moments before he goes silent. He cannot continue. If he stays, he knows he would say something he would truly regret. He quietly walks away, his heart sinking.

He doesn’t think he has ever seen you cry before.

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“Y/N.” His voice is soft, quiet. Night has fallen. He had been out for the rest of the evening.

“No.” He hears in reply, your voice still shaky from tears. His feet silently pad across the room as he makes his way to the corner of the bed and sits down. Close enough to talk, but far enough for you to tell him to leave. The bed creaks slightly with him shifting uncomfortably on it. He cannot see your face; your entire body is buried under a pile of blankets in an attempt to muffle your crying; save for your hands which peek out of them, tightly hugging a pillow.

“Apologize first.” You say. You half-expect him to scoff and walk out of the room, say that you are overreacting; or perhaps argue that he was hurting too, so why didn’t you understand?

But you’re met with silence instead. No sound of distaste leaves his mouth, and you feel the bed slightly shift.

Realizing his mistake, Toji lies down next to you. You hiccup slightly as he places a hand on your shoulder. Warmth radiates from his palm and you feel it even through the literal layers you have created in an attempt to distance yourself in case he tries to coax you into forgetting the moment.

“I was wrong.” He admits. “I’m sorry.” The guilt does not leave him completely, still a bitter residue in his mouth as he hears you weep. He lets his hand rest on your shoulder, strangely heavy, offering you to brush it away. When you don’t, he takes it as a notion to move closer in an attempt to comfort you.

Gently pulling you to his chest, he presses a kiss over the locks of hair which have escaped through the mound of blankets. He lets go the moment you begin to shift and turn towards him. The dim lighting does not hide your tear-streaked face. He cups your face for a moment, his thumb brushing under your eye before he leans forward, pressing a gentle kiss on your lips. The urge to stay angry at him gradually leaves as he tenderly cradles you to his chest.

“I think I’m ready to talk about it.” He breathes. “I understand if you don’t want to talk to me right now, but I just want you to know how I feel.” Because I cannot stand seeing you in pain like this.

“You always know the right thing to say.”

“You’re the only person who seems to think that.” You reply weakly.

“So do the kids,” He pauses. “Our kids.”

You open your mouth but he continues, laughing mirthlessly. “Well, they’re more like your kids. They don’t really, uh, like me that much.”

“That isn’t true.” You say.

“It is, damn it.” He mumbles. “They’re really happy, and I’m so glad you love them too. I mean, they’re not your own so I always thought it would be extra baggage or…no, that came out wrong. I mean, I don’t think they’re baggage but, you probably wanted somebody to have your own with; not that I would be any good at that either-”

“Toji.” You shake your head. “Nobody is any kind of baggage, okay?”

“I’m rambling.”

“So?”

“I’m…” His voice wavers. “I’ve never been good with kids. I won’t try to deny that, but…”

“…”

“You make it look so easy.” Toji laughs. “It used to make me jealous. Until you began to spend time with me.”

“At first, I thought it was an act, so it used to irk me but then over time it felt different. I have realized that you’ve been kind to me, and I know I have not reciprocated.”

“I’m not...used to affection. It’s difficult.” He admits. “I know that this is not a proper apology, but for what it’s worth, I do want to spend time with you. I don’t just want to throw a bunch of words at you without any kind of explanation. You shouldn’t be the one consoling me, because I hurt you. I just…” —He grasps your hand as he says this— “I really hope I can make it up to you.”

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You do not see much of Toji after that, but his words echo in your head. You have never seen Toji speak more than a couple of sentences strewn together, and yet his words were sincere, heartfelt. It is difficult to tell what the man was thinking but you knew that he would have rather stayed quiet, as was his habit; but he didn’t.

It confuses you.

“Toji-oh my god-” You gasp as he stumbles into the house, drenched in dirt, the side of his face caked with dried blood. He is limping, leaning against the wall to steady himself. You knew what kind of work he engaged in, but you had never seen him carry it out, and now you had a pretty steady idea of it.

“Ran into trouble.” Toji grunts, as if that would explain everything. His eyes, normally focused into a shark-like stare, were now darting back and forth, pupils narrowed into pinpoints. Part of his clothing were ripped in places, blood seeping out of the numerous lesions inflicted on him. You were surprised that he could stand so nonchalantly like it was a nothing out of the ordinary. Wait, did something of this sort happen every single time on his missions?

“I’m fine.” He murmurs, seeing your expression. You are not sure if he says it to console you, or if he is delirious from the blood loss and really does not register any sort of pain. You are horrified, but at the same time relieved. Delirious or not, at least he managed to find his way home from wherever the hell he had to go to.

“You need to wash your wounds.” You insist. Sleep has completely left you; you could not possibly sleep until you’re sure that he has been attended to.

You wince, and automatically place your hand on his chest, making sure to not brush over any of the horrendous-looking gashes which had broken through the skin, allowing the situation to sink in. He does not complain, and the only thing you hear is both of your breaths mixing, for the briefest of moments.

“I’m tired.”

“It’ll get infected, Toji.” More like several wounds. The best-case scenario was that he was going to bleed out on the bed for the rest of the night. The worst-case scenario? Most likely multiple infections which would result in a trip to the hospital. He hated being sick to begin with, much less having to stay inside a ward with other sick people and nurses who would constantly remind of it. He was tired. He decided that he was only willing to indulge you for the next couple of days.

When he peels off his shirt you try not to stare. The man looked like he had been fucking mauled in the streets. You really hoped he had taken his shots (no, not alcohol, that would just thin the blood. Shots as in injections).

“Just strip.” You sigh, and he raises an eyebrow.

“I can do it myself.”

“I insist.”

He scoffs. “If you wanted to see me naked, you could have just asked.”

“Are you stupid?” You snap at him, with little warning. “You look like you’ve been in three different accidents, I’m not just leaving you here. I don’t care how manly or whatever you’re feeling right now, because you also look like you’re going to bleed out into the goddamn floor.”

He’s scowling now; the dazed veil over his face completely gone. “Just go to bed.”

“No, you listen to me,” You hiss back. “Shut up and get in the bathtub.”

He’s still glaring at you like a petulant child, when he does. Part of you cannot believe that even in such situations, he chose to act aloof.

“Maybe where you’re from, you’re used to walking around having an 8-inch gash splitting your chest, but we don’t do that here.” You mutter.

“This is my house too.” “This is our house, and I’m calling the shots now, since you’re clearly not in the mood to.” His face is flushed red; clearly, he has never been scolded like this.

He winces when he sits down, the warm water stings his skin, as you bring a bundle of washcloths. He freezes when you reach for him, cupping the side of his cheek. It relaxes him somewhat—it is a luxury to have a home he could return to, even more so to have somebody waiting for him.

“Aren’t you going to ask me why I got them?” He mutters, half-expecting you to bombard him with questions he would be too tired to answer.

“I have one.”

“Go ahead, I think I can answer one before I faint.” He says, and your lips quirk up slightly. You wring the washcloth, gently dabbing it over his chest. He winces slightly, but does not protest.

“Whoever did this to you,” you say. “They look worse than you right?” Toji pauses for a moment, before grinning.

“Yeah, definitely.”

“Good.” You frown when you see that the water has changed to a faint shade of red. He watches you drain the tub before letting it fill up again. The sound of running water is repetitive yet soothing as he watches you methodically press the cloth over his skin, very gently scrubbing the dirt off unbroken skin. He shifts slightly to make the task either for you, yet can’t help but study the way your lips formed a tight line, your brows furrowed in concentration.

It's…cute.

Your gaze occasionally flickers to his. It looked ridiculous, the size of your palm against his broad back. You have to drain and fill the bathtub a third time, and a second bundle of washcloths before the water becomes clear, before focusing on a proper shower.

“You can do the rest yourself; I think.” You say, wringing the cloth a final time. You make a mental note to throw them in the washing machine in the morning, you didn’t want Megumi to see such a gruesome mess in the morning of his birthday; but it’s 3AM. After the initial height of adrenaline you got from trying to finish wrapping up the wounds, you were somewhat at ease after you managed to drag him in the bathroom. “I’ll wrap you up when you’re done. Don’t catch a cold.”

“I think you’re doing a better job than me.” Toji says, and you find no sarcasm in his voice. However, his eyes glint slightly, as if some idea had struck him.

“Weren’t you complaining about how much it was hurting a few minutes ago?” You tease.

“I changed my mind; I quite enjoy being fussed over by you.”

“Oh, so that’s what it’s about. Aren’t you the sort to prefer doing things by yourself, though?”

“Mmm. But I still think you will do it faster. Don’t you think I’m a bit clumsy when it comes to cleaning up?”

You snort. “I can tell from the way you enter the room, darling.”

He does not appear to sense the slight jab. “Plus,” He continues. “Haven’t you been working all day? I think you should have a nice, warm bath too.”

You blink, confused for a moment. “I mean it-wait-” Your mouth drops in horror when you realize the full intention of his words. His hands, which had been resting on your waist, tightened for a brief moment. You had not even noticed-

“Toji, no-” You gasp as you feel yourself stumbling sideways as he pulls you in with one swift movement. You collide with his chest, and yelp as your ankle collides with the side of the tub., as your hands wildly flail for something to hold on to. You fall into his arms; his hand clutching the back of your head to prevent you from hitting the wall. There is a loud splash with which half of the water from the bathtub spills out into the tiles, not before drenching your clothes completely. Toji is laughing, his voice loud and booming, his eyes screwed shut when he sees your bewildered expression.

“Oh my god, you’re horrible.” You hiss, rubbing your ankle before slapping the side of his arm, making sure to not aim over any of his injuries.

He grins. “That’s my consolation prize for yelling at me. Now strip.”

“Wha-” Your face reddens.

“Hurry up, you don’t want to catch a cold, yeah?” Did he just-

You glare at him and he sniggers. “Ass.” You murmur. “So this was your grand plan, huh?”

“I’m quite proud of it. I thought of it not more than a few seconds ago.” His fingers slightly tug at the hem of your shirt.

“How dastardly.” You mumble. At least the water is relatively clear, not that you could really take a bath without being distracted by his shit-eating grin while you sat on his lap. The bath was slightly bigger than a regular one, built to accommodate Toji’s huge frame, leaving you with ample space. Feeling your face heat up, you slowly began to strip, pulling the shirt over your head. It feels heavy from the water, sticking to your skin, and you struggle for a moment.

“Toji.” You groan as you hear him quietly start laughing again. “Shut up.”

He’s snickering when he helps you pull it off. You squeak when he begins to tug at your pants impatiently, lifting yourself up slightly to allow him to. Your hands awkwardly cover your chest in order to have some semblance of modesty. However, he clearly has different plans in mind when he pulls you up to his level, fulling pressed up against him.

“Be careful-your foot-”

“Ow-damn, this was way sexier in my head.”

“Pfft-”

He’s still smiling when you cup his face in your hands, gently lifting his face to kiss the top of his nose.

“Oh my god-” He rolls his eyes before pulling you in, planting his lips on yours. It’s a brief brush of the lips, not long enough; and before you know it, he pulls you closer, his fingers moving down the length of your back, while your hands run through his hair. Your skin tingled wherever he touched you, before settling into a warm sensation which rested on your chest; the butterflies in your stomach calming down to embrace the moment. You don’t remember the last time you have been kissed like this, and when you pull away his face is equally flushed as his breath fanned over your lips.

“You should have done that first.”

“I couldn’t think of a proper excuse.”

“Really?” You whisper, and he smiles against your lips.

“The excuse is that I haven’t seen you all day.” Toji says and kisses you again. It’s slower, sweeter.

“Okay, from now on you don’t need excuses to do it.”

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When Megumi wakes up, he finds himself snuggled up against her. Over time, he finds it easier to call her his Mom. Every time he does, he feels a pang of guilt; but from the way her face glows with pleasure, it softens the sting. The more the days pass, the less harsh the sting feels. He sometimes scolds himself when he does not feel it, but then consoles himself.

Mama would have wanted him to be happy.

He studies her face. She does not look like Mama at all, but when he sees how her hands grasps his, he thinks she’s beautiful, maybe not in the way Mama was, but beautiful nevertheless.

He shifts slightly, careful not to wake her up, but bumps against something else.

“Morning, Megs,” He freezes, then whips his head to meet his father’s eyes, shocked.

“Dad.” He croaks, wondering if he’s still dreaming at the moment. His father’s stoic expression is replaced by a softer one, most likely because he had been half-asleep before startling his father awake. Megumi exhales when his father’s features soften more when he offers him a smile. Suddenly he thinks he is going to cry. The weight in his throat becomes heavier when his fingers ruffle his hair.

“I’m sorry.” Megumi manages to say, before going quiet. His eyes are watering.

“’s bad luck to be sad on your birthday, peanut.” His father says, and he feels his hand rub his back. His father’s arms are rough, strong; familiar.

“Besides, I forgave you when you came back home.” He continues. “So don’t be sad, okay?”

“I was mean. I said I hated you.” Immediately the weight returns. “I’m sorry, I can’t believe I said that, I’ll never say that again-”

“I know Megumi. Don’t be sad, yeah? You’re safe, that’s really what matters.”

“Okay.” He mumbles, his hands reaching up to cling to his shirt. He sees a glimpse of the gauze wrapped carefully around his chest, and frowns. “What happened?”

“Just work, you know. I fell. Your mom patched me up.” He explains. Megumi does not miss the glow in his eyes when he mentions her. “Had to stay a bit longer so I could be home for your birthday.”

Oh. So that was why he had not seen him all day yesterday.

“You’ll be home, then?” Megumi asks. His dad smiles; it’s rare to see him in a good mood, but Megumi’s glad he is. He liked Dad better when he was happy. He talked more, held him more. It made him feel warm.

“Yeah, I’ll stay as long as you want.”

He sits up, hugging his dad. “Thanks.”

“ ’course. Birthdays are special.” He replies. “Hey, no crying. It makes me sad too.”

“No, I’m happy.” Megumi’s voice wavers. “I just feel-“

“That’s good.” Dad replies, his voice gruff. “I want you to be happy.”

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This really isn’t so bad, Toji manages to admit, when he sees you standing in front of the mirror, brushing your hair. A little frown etches your face as you scrutinize yourself, your fingers pawing at the ends of your hair.

“My hair’s grown some,” You muttered, before turning to look at him. “Toji, do you like it this way, or shorter?”

When he pauses, you continue, “If you like it long, I won’t cut it.”

“You look pretty either way, do what you like.” He mumbles, his eyes flickering elsewhere. You smile.

“That’s sweet of you to say.” You reply, as you began to part your hair into sections, wondering if it was long enough for you to braid it. Toji moves closer to stand behind you, curious. He watches you for a few moments before placing his arms around your shoulder. You look up at him, and the reflection falling on the mirror reminds you once more of how bulky he is.

“I like you.” He says, before kissing your cheek.

“I like you too.” You reply, letting out a breathy laugh.

Megumi decided to ask to go to the theme park to celebrate. He doesn’t remember the first time he had gone; and from Toji’s stories, he had immediately fallen in love with it.

“It’s so run down.” Toji complains, when the children are out of earshot. You raise an eyebrow.

“You were the one telling Megs about it.” You say, and he shrugs.

“I guess it seemed nicer when I was a kid.” He replies. “It’s one of the nicer memories. Not that it was exactly for me. I think it was Jinichi’s birthday.” You recall that name from the family tree tapestry, a single line connecting his name against Toji’s. His brother. You know very little about the Zenin clan, other than the usual banter which rose of from it being part of the Big Three. You’re just thankful for the little bits of information he tells you. Toji rarely spoke for long lengths of time, and you knew this was something painful for him to talk about to begin with.

“I once went with my sister.” You say, suddenly remembering. “I think we were both seven. Ayako spilled her milkshake all over me. I think I cried for the rest of the evening.”

“Really? I thought you were the quiet type even as a kid.”

You grin. “I’ll show you pictures sometime. I think I brought my album. It’s probably collecting dust in the attic.”

Toji looks at you, then shakes his head, his lips slightly quirked up. “I don’t believe you.”

“I’m serious! I made a fuss about everything when I was younger. If only you knew me, you could have vouched for it.”

Toji thinks about when he was younger. Mostly cooped up in his room, because he was not allowed to talk to the other clan members. Jinichi used to visit him sometimes, but then stopped, the clan’s poisonous words perhaps getting to him at a young age. It was clear when you were at the receiving end of it.

He sometimes walked out. It was not like anybody would come looking for him anyway. He walks for a long, long time, until he stops, seeing a group of kids his age playing at the park. Clothes which looked brand new compared to his dusty yukata ridden with holes, no welts on their arms or legs.

He stares for a bit, not at any particular person in particular. His heart ached for somebody to talk to. But when he looks at them and then back to his own self, his hands tremble and his feet grow unsteady. He stands there for some time before making back to the Zenin Estate.

He tries to imagine a younger you running up to him and dragging him back to the park. Probably pointedly asking him about his appearance; children did not exactly speak with any filter after all; and then asking him to join you.

Yes, you did seem like the kind of person to do that. Perhaps he would have liked it.

A/N;; Y'all are too kind 😭😭😭 💜💜💜