#o h I'm doing breathing exercises

[nectardaddy]

eggy just reared back and punched me in the jaw with all they had with that omi prologue just so yall know

[doumadono]

hiii!!

hope it's okay if i request a little something for sinful sunday (i'm 19)

would it be okay to ask for dumbification kink with aizawa?

thank you anyway!

SINFUL SUNDAY

The room echoes with nothing but your sweet moans and Shota's heavy breaths, well, if you discount the occasional creaking of a wooden desk, wet noises and the enticing sound of skin slapping against skin.

The ceaseless clinking of his leather belt buckle coaxes forth a weighty sob from the depths of your throat, a blend of lust and despair intertwining. The anticipation in your belly unravels at a leisurely pace, and the looming orgasms skulk back into their corners, denied their moment of reckoning yet.

"Love, come on," your endeavor to pull Shota closer is abruptly thwarted. "H-Harder."

Aizawa's rhythmic thrusts into your dripping core momentarily erase any grasp on how limbs and words function. Instead, he intertwines his fingers with yours, directing your hands back beneath his grasp, once again pinning them above your head as they were just moments ago. "Apologies, love," his snicker drips with wicked delight, "but this time, you're not the one setting any rules here."

Even in your half-defunct state of senses, you sense the man leaning over you, your leg draped over his shoulder feeling the stretch of his movement – and then he pauses as he reaches his intended destination. A sharp nip to your earlobe clears the fog, and as his tongue glides over the tingling skin, a ragged mewl escapes you. "S-Shota!"

"You're familiar with the rules, baby," Shota purrs into your ear, his silky voice contrasting sharply with your disheveled state. He remains nestled in the crook of your neck, thrusting harder into your dripping core at a new angle. Pulling you into a fervent kiss, he licks into your mouth with unbridled lust. "I'm in charge. Your only job is to sing for me. Just the way I like it the most. That's it, kitten."

Aizawa gazes into your bewildered eyes, a smile so sweet and angelic that, for a moment, you almost buy into the idea that he's about to make things smoother for you, especially as he releases your arms.

Frantically, you search for something to grasp onto, an opportunity to seize control, to set the pace — but your autonomy is short-lived.

A hefty glob of saliva makes a precise landing on your swollen clitoris, followed by the nimble, skillful fingers of your husband working the drool around your sensitive bundle of nerves.

"O-Ooooo," your lips form a perfect "O" as you cast a gaze up at Shota with teary eyes; a solitary tear makes its way down your flushed cheek, landing on your naked breast.

"You brought this upon yourself, didn't you," Shota coos into the air, delivering a few playful slaps to your slicky folds, followed by an indulgent rubbing that elicits an arch in your back toward him. "My little, naive girl didn't think things through, hmmm? What did you expect when you sauntered in here in that skimpy skirt, tempting fate by presenting your beautiful ass while filing documents into a cabinet, hmm? I've had a taxing day, dealing with class 1-A for just an hour, and I needed a release for the accumulated stress. And what better way to do that than fucking with my stunning wife?" The black-haired man mused.

You're itching to protest, to inform him that he could exercise more self-control and that you didn't intentionally provoke this.

However, as he resumes relentlessly pounding your throbbing and drenched pussy, hoisting both your legs over his muscular shoulders, and murmuring about your brainlessness for him, your comebacks meet an untimely demise. All you can manage is to nod along with the intensity of his thrusts, fervently moaning, "m-more, mo-more, moooore, p-please, p-please, p-please, Shota."

Aizawa's momentum doesn't show any signs of slowing down, a primal rhythm that vividly illustrates the depth of his own arousal. Shota thrusts into you with precision, a raw hunger guiding every move. His robust arm envelops your thighs as you plant your heels atop his shoulders, and Shota tenderly glides his calloused hand up and down the plush, warm skin, squeezing wherever he pleases, urging your legs closer to his chest adorned with a long-sleeved, black shirt. With each forceful thrust, with every instance his rock-solid cock glides against your tender, spongy walls, his midnight-black, tousled locks cascade onto his forehead, a few damp strands clinging to his temples.

With a final cry, your orgasm crashes over you, a powerful force that brings forth unintentional tears. "O-Oh! Shota! Yes!"

Shota relentlessly pursues his own climax, the tight grip of your pussy on his member leaving him little room for endurance. He only relents when he's completely spent, his cum erupting deep in your warmth. Soon, the man's leaning forward to press a little kiss to your forehead.

You both are panting, and you're left undeniably senseless.

"I never asked for this, you little devil," you playfully scold the man, earning a small snort from him.

"Mhm, yeah, sure, I'll believe you, kitten. We both know well you're the one with the insatiable desires in our marriage."

Your mouth drops open with a loud gasp, a frown appearing on your forehead as he assists you off his desk, handing you your clothes. "Excuse me, Shota, you're just making things up now. You're the needy one. If you weren't, we wouldn't have… done that… now, in the teachers' lounge…"

He helps you get dressed and presentable again, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "It doesn't matter, kitten. Thank you for helping me ease the stress down."

[jymwahuwu]

Thoughts on Gym trainer Jing Yuan ◉o◉ Thinking like on the first day there's a lot of struggle on the equipment and basic stretching and Jing Yuan pops up to help, but they don't know that he's using this as an opportunity to grope and grind his cock on them as he stretches them that looks like a mating position from an outsider's view hehe

>_< I'm sorry that I updated after the promised time, and I couldn't help but sleep for two nights😹 But I really like the idea and thought about it a lot <3 Jing Yuan loves this fitness opportunity…

CW: yandere, non-consensual contact, inappropriate use of fitness equipment, mention of future non-con

Jing Yuan accidentally - okay, maybe intentionally - hacked your phone and discovered your gym membership credentials (the hacker followed his orders in Xianzhou). You book a day to experience fitness. That's your first day. first. The browser contains your search history for "fitness teaching". Jing Yuan is considerate and has not dug out your more private information. He knows everyone needs privacy! He really just wants to know where you will show up so he can go on a date with you…

That day, you arrived at the Universe Fitness Center belonging to Interastral Peace Corporation as scheduled. Some members are already working out, with an octopus-shaped customer running on a treadmill, while others are stretching. You looked around, biting your lip, starting to feel nervous. There is so much equipment here. How do you use these…? During your hesitation, you caught a glimpse of a familiar figure and your eyes widened. Why is General Jing Yuan here? He also noticed you and waved at you.

Jing Yuan explained that this is his hobby. He has purchased a 100-year membership. You stared at his broad and strong shoulders and swallowed. It turns out that he exercises outside of sleep time… The reputation of a general from a space civilization is well-deserved…

How about you? General asked with a smile.

You stutter and explain that this is your first time trying fitness, and you don't have a trainer. The reason may be that you have wanted to exercise for a long time, or maybe you won a free membership in a lottery… or a friend gave you a free fitness experience and enthusiastically helped you book it… The members here seem to be well-trained. You're afraid of making a fool of yourself. The considerate Jing Yuan of course offers to help you train and become familiar with the fitness equipment. You nodded gratefully.

Um, after warming up, the first step is to learn to use the leg press machine!! You can hear your breathing and heartbeat, slowly sit on the tilted cushioned seat, awkwardly stretch out your legs and step on the platform superior. A warm palm cupped your ass, and you almost screamed, but kept your voice low in panic.

"W-wait?! Jing Yuan, what are you doing?" "Oh? I'm helping you adjust your posture. Don't be nervous." He put on a perfect and polite smile, as if you were just making a fuss and it was normal . You tried to push his palm away from your ass. Jing Yuan still touched your butt before moving to your thighs, lifting your legs and moving you up. You tightened the muscles in your hips and stretched your legs unskillfully at his guidance.

Jing Yuan is standing in front of you, watching you nervously bend your knees and stretch your legs. Every time you get close, it's like you're under his body. His smile widened. Some fitness guests watching from the side felt that he was holding you down in a mating position...

How can you not learn to use hip abduction machine? He helped you sit on the mat. You kept your waist upright, panting from the first round of fitness exercises.

"H-how does this work?" Your eyes sparkled with trust and confusion. "This is - um, to train your butt muscles." Hearing these unabashed words, embarrassment washed over your face. You were about to suggest training with other equipment when you heard him say that you should try your best to open your legs and stretch your body.

You couldn't find a chance to refuse, so you could only grab the chair with both hands and struggle to stretch your legs out, your butt tightening in the process. Jing Yuan occasionally reaches out his hand and spreads your legs wider.

Oops, by the time the teaching process reaches the lying leg curl machine, you are already exhausted. In other words, you can be at the mercy of Jing Yuan. Jing Yuan tells you to lie face down on the machine. You groaned softly, your legs already trembling from lack of exercise. You grabbed the machine, bent your knees and raised your legs. There is a vague feeling that something hard is pressing against your buttocks… The hands are groping your buttocks, slapping and rubbing them. He told you it was for training…

Of course, no thrusting…yet.

Before leaving, you "promised" to Jing Yuan that you would attend "private fitness classes"…even though you said with tears in your eyes that you didn't want to exercise after that. The general has already planned for you to bring a small vibrator as part of your workout next time. He can’t wait for the day he penetrates you<3

[hanmi-xo]

Our Ballad | (SVT Joshua x You)

M A I N | O N E S H O T S | S M U T | S C E N A R I O S

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Status: Complete Post Status: Nov. 13, 2023 Pairing: SVT Joshua x You Genre: Angst, Romance, SMAU, One Shot Word Count: 900 Themes: Moving On, Unrequited Love

Note: This is a work of fanfiction. Please respect the real Hong Jisoo/ Joshua Hong Thank you for reading~

Synopsis:

Sometimes a spark doesn't always lead to a flame. He was a song that she never finished listening to. Even seeing him on his special day was difficult to breathe.

You were the reason for our beginning, but you were also the reason for our end. If loving you was going to leave a scar, then I wouldn't have let you in.

I remember how it all happened. The memory of us was like a song I couldn't stop playing.

You reached out towards me. You were everything I thought I wanted, but I wasn't what you needed. It's strange the more I think about it.

Were you the one that chased me or was I the one that followed after you? What happened before? Do you remember?

Do you remember what lead us together? Do you remember the clouds that filled the sky before the rain pour?

We were only in high school, but it felt like I knew you forever ago.

You held your hand out to me after I fell to the ground. I remember that look you had. The way your eyes widened with wonder and concern while your curled lips turned to a gasp.

It was embarrassing but I remember it.

You stuck by my side since then. Maybe it was because of our classes that destined us together, or maybe it was the fact that we couldn't ignore each other. All I remember was the way you'd pass notes to me in class and we would often get into trouble.

You'd goof around with me during detention and even when we had disciplinary exercises.

You could never stay up against the wall like I could and I could never hold that many books on my hands like you did. You were the memory that stayed with me, but your notes is what left your trail.

It was the highlight of my day whenever I would go home and find your random note in my backpack.

You always did let your presence be known with your signature smile with a musical note at the end of each one. You loved the reactions I would give you, and I would always love your attention.

You were a melody I couldn't stop humming. A song that I always wanted to sing but could never be sung.

You were my first love and you were my best friend.

You were always kind to me. You were always sweet. You did everything you can to make me happy.

But even so, it didn't mean you loved me.

Or rather, you didn't love me the way I wanted you to.

When I met you outside of school to watch a movie, you seemed nervous. I asked you to come along in hopes I would see a different side of you that day, but I saw more than I wanted.

And I heard a pitch change in the melody.

When you walked me home, that's when I heard the truth.

"I'm sorry. I never meant to lead you on..."

Your words were slow yet sharp. It was like I was impaled by a knife into my chest or being eaten alive by a monster. I shouldn't have expected more, but I did.

You stopped the tune that I wanted to listen to. What I thought was a ballad was just the blues.

I shouldn't have thought someone like you would love someone like me.

I was bitter when we went separate ways. Even more bitter knowing I won't find anyone like you. But I wasn't bitter enough to hate you. Nor was I bitter enough to take my own life.

But you did.

You weren't there for my birthday.

You weren't there for our graduation.

And you weren't there when you said you'd see me one last time before you'd go.

You never said where. You never said when.

All I remember was your message that you left. You wrote it as if you were going away and you'd see me far from now.

I remember the way your words were written like a poem. It was playful yet dejected. I wish you told me what was going on with you. I wish you told me what happened outside of school.

Outside of our safe haven.

But all I have is your message. All I have is this poem that just reminds me of your absence.

It's not fair. It's not fair that you could leave me like that while I was stuck in the darkness hoping you'd come back.

I have so many questions, but I know you won't answer them.

How could you when you're already gone?

Your mom was there you know? Your mom was there at your funeral. You looked just like her, but she didn't have that melody.

She was cold.

You never talked about her or about your father. He wasn't there. Did he know or did she not tell him?

Or did you not want him to be there?

I wish you told me your story.

I wish you told me all your flaws so I knew the process of your tune. The melody and notes I always listened and hummed to were cut short.

You ended it too soon.

And I know I'll never hear it again.

• • •

End | Thank you for reading <3

Extra:

[repentarium]

through cartilage and fluid (ao3)

Steve and Eddie talk and maybe try to save the world. I wanted to do a little tiny ficlet of like just the emotional action of a larger hypothetical story as a little exercise and I really liked it, hope you do too. <3

'I need to speak to Robin.'

'Make it quick, Casanova!' Dustin yells after him as he pulls her away to some semblance of privacy. The ground is still shaking intermittently, lightning flashing across the sky every few minutes.

'I can't do this, Robin. You know I'm not-'

'You have made it very clear that being gay is the worst thing you could be, Steve.' she levels him with a terrible look that has him backtracking. She can't think he thinks that.

'No! Not like, for someone else, it's not a bad thing, I just - it's just, I'm not, and-'

'Steve, if there was even a tiny chance it would work why wouldn't you try it?'

'It just... doesn't make any sense. It's like if you and me were supposed to kiss, and - hey maybe that's it, we're like, like, platonic soulmates! Capital P, Robs!' he smacks a hand against her arm desperately. 

'You know that's not it. That's not what it comes down to, Steve, we're wasting time! I love you but I am gonna need you to postpone your big gay crisis until after we save the world.'

'I'm not having a gay crisis! I'm straight! I like boobies!'

'You can like boobies and also weird, scrawny, nerd guys.' 

'But I. I don't.'

He is trying to put it into words, and he's thinking of his dad calling him queer and Coach calling him a pretty boy and Tommy H using whatever slurs he thinks will hit the hardest whenever he wants the ammo, and he's thinking of how he and Tommy had kissed that one time at the party freshman year and he'd shoved him so hard after, how he'd landed on the concrete and lost his breath and Tommy hadn't spoken to him for three weeks, but Dustin runs up and grabs his wrist and pulls and is complaining at him and the other kids are yelling and he gets pushed in front of the hell version of the boathouse.

Dustin is looking at him expectantly, they all are, and Steve thinks he might be having a heart attack, he's never felt so sincerely like his organs were trying to jump out of his body and he's never felt his heart rate this high, even after running pacers at practice. 

‘Do we really think this is gonna work? I mean, true love saving the day, it’s… a little ridiculous. Right?'’

‘Steve, you’re standing in a hell dimension and we’re talking about killing what is basically a nightmare god.’

Steve sighs and runs his hands through his hair. He really hates this, all of it. They shouldn’t be here, and he shouldn’t be here, and Eddie shouldn’t. They should all be eating cereal on a couch somewhere. He looks out at Lover’s Lake, which has been partially refilled by the sporadically torrential pouring rains but still looks low and weird and off, especially with the way the cracked fault runs into it. 

'Just. Can you all stay out here, please.' He says it softly and looks at them all and they're his family, and so many of them are missing, and he doesn’t know how he can fix any of it.

'I don't wanna see that.' Mike is scoffing and El jabs him hard with an elbow and glares so fiercely that if her powers were up to snuff he'd probably be halfway across the backyard by now. 

Dustin claps his hand onto Steve's shoulder in that way he has of being weirdly mature sometimes, like he's the older brother, and he says 'I'll be out here for you.'

Steve gulps and opens the moldering door, shuts it behind him even though the boards are barely hanging on and it’s not exactly keeping anything surreptitious. 

Eddie is sagged onto an old stool and leaning against the wall, ropes and chains securing him to a beam, and he's shivering. That's the first thing Steve notices. He looks around and finds a ratty drop cloth and steps forward to wrap it around him and Eddie's right arm, just loose enough to drink water when they can bring him some, grabs his wrist. 

They're all so in over their heads. Eddie doesn't need to be kept a prisoner, he needs a hospital and stitches and a warm bed, and this fuck of a passenger out of his head. 

He's looking at Steve with giant and tired eyes , safe and warm despite it all, not the silverfish shine of a predator, not today. He's still got blood and lake water crusting all over his face and clothes, and he knows he's in pain, but Eddie smiles softly at him anyway, says 'Hey Harrington, draw the short straw?' before he's coughing. 

Steve doesn't know what to say. He brushes Eddie's hair back out of his face, tucks it under his bandana again where it came loose, just to keep his face free, maybe keep him breathing clear. He's still just looking at him, looking at his bruises and blood and the way his skin is so pale it looks blue. The hand clinging to his wrist still is scarily weak and feels fragile and cool like glass. 

'It's okay.' He knows he's in the Upside Down, the closest thing to bizarro world that probably exists, but to have Eddie comforting him brings nausea to his guts and tears to his eyes, and he thinks as loud as he can that it's not fair, and he hopes if there's some kind of nice deity somewhere, that if it's not demons all the way down, they can hear him. It's not fair. 

Eddie's just some fucking guy. He plays weirdo games with all the loner kids so they don't feel so alone and he steals cans of cat food to feed the strays at the trailer park and he makes annoying jokes and talks like he's on stage like all the time. He shouldn't be infected with this shit, he shouldn't be dying, he shouldn't be the tool Vecna was using to put his best friends in the hospital one by one. It's not fucking fair. 

He wishes it were him instead. He could bottle it all up for long enough to land at the bottom of the quarry, he thinks, exactly the way they wouldn't let Eddie. Steve could have been sneakier. 

'Steve-o, I don't know why you're crying, man, but it's okay. I'm ready to go, this fucking sucks.' he forces out a chuckle that turns into another cough, this one wet enough to have him spitting blood to the side. 

'You. You're ready to go.' 

'Yeah, let's get a move on, I don't have all day here. I've been trying to tell Dustin that it's gotta be like this but youuu know him.'

Eddie thinks they sent Steve in to kill him. 

Regardless of the path his own thoughts were just on, he feels the bile rise to his throat. 

'I'm kinda glad they sent you, though. I think you'll get it done, you know? Quick and clean and easy. They don't have to see it at all. And hey, bonus, you're like the prettiest out of all of them, if I have to look at someone while I'm going out it might as well be you.' He squeezes his eyes closed and coughs again but waggles his eyebrows half-heartedly. 'I would fucking love a cigarette though.’

Steve is panting for air and it's like maybe he is the one possessed, actually, he feels like his skin is on fire and his blood feels thick and pounding in his head and his eyes feel drier than they have a right to be when they are steadily streaming tears like this. 

'Eddie. I'm not gonna kill you.'

'You sure look like that's the plan, big guy, you've got this real sad look on your face. Like I'm the shittiest puppy at the pound and today's the big day.' 

'Shut up. You know that's not even an option.'

Eddie sags as much as the ropes will let him, in relief or disappointment or just exhaustion. The earth beneath them shakes roughly again, enough to cause the lake to splash up at them from the gap in the floorboards. Time is running out. 

'Eddie, look at me for a second. I need to say something.'

He stays slouched but raises his eyes enough to look at him through his eyelashes. Eddie doesn’t look him in the eye, but Steve can see they aren't shining silver, so he plows forward before he loses his courage. He brushes aside all of the shitty ideals he has all at once, like taking off a heavy and soaking jacket, and just lets himself ramble. 

'I am so glad you're the little shits' story master.'

'Dungeon master.'

Steve waves his hand at the correction and puts both hands firmly on Eddie's shoulders. Eddie tenses again at this, sits up a little straighter but still avoids his eye. 

'And I'm real happy you've had our back this whole time. We wouldn't have made it without you.' Eddie scoffs and Steve knows he's thinking about pulling at the machines keeping Max alive, about setting the Henderson house on fire, about putting a knife to Wayne's throat. 'The rest of it wasn't you. You know that, we all know that. No one died. And you protected them, me, us, so much more than any of that, every time you could. This, right now, is you fighting to protect us.' He moves his head down so Eddie has to look at him, and his eyes are just so fucking big and so miserable. 

'It's not fair, Eds, that's what I'm trying to say. You should have graduated and gotten a shitty job at the record store and, and-and played shows with your band, and, maybe even gotten big. You should have traveled and eaten too much fancy food and seen the ocean and, and fallen in love.'

'All that was never in the cards, King Steve.'

Steve is shaking his head. He's mad again. 

'No, Eddie, it was, it is!'

'Not to be a pessimist but it's kind of hard to play a guitar with, you know…' He lifts his mangled left hand as much as he can, rattles the chains with gnarled and cramped and broken fingers. '...all this.'

'No!' Steve can't help himself, he yells into Eddie's face, must shake him a little, because Eddie's eyes widen and he coughs again. The drop cloth slides off to pool at Steve’s feet. 

'You're not exactly convincing me you aren't gonna kill me here, pal.' he groans. 

Steve lets Eddie go to pace in front of him. After a dozen or so back-and-forths he starts to open the door, to tell them he thinks he can't do it, but Dustin and Robin are there looking at him, and they're scared, and Mike and El are holding each other and crying a few feet away. He closes the door again and presses his forehead against the soggy wood. 

The thing is, the real rub here, is that he does like Eddie, that he's caught himself looking at him like he's beautiful sometimes actually, wondered how soft his hair might be in his hands, even thought about what it would be like to kiss right where his jaw meets his neck, but he hasn't had any time to think since all of this started, so it went into a box on a shelf in his brain with all the other stuff and he figured maybe later, when they got out of this, he could poke at it a little. 

He's tugging at his hair, and he can hear his dad's voice plain as if he were standing in front of him, red and spitting because he found a fucking Bowie cassette when he borrowed the Beemer. 

'Steve, something's wrong. I don't feel right, man, and I think you should leave. Just like toss me into the lake and get out of here, please. Tell Will he's gotta take over the campaign.' When Steve turns to look at him he smiles bloody, shaky, and Steve can't tell if he's lying or not but it doesn't matter. 

'No.' Steve isn't yelling anymore, he's quiet, and Eddie is crying himself, now. Steve can hear his dad's voice in his head still and it's all too much. It's not fair, none of it is. 

He walks into Eddie's space, sees his brow furrowed in pain. He smooths his hair out of his face again and presses his thumb against the wrinkles between his eyes, and he just. Breathes. Leans forward and kisses him. 

It's so easy to do, actually, and he puts his hands up to cradle Eddie's face and he can feel his fingertips against tangled hair at the base of his neck, a little scratch of patchy stubble brushing against his, can taste salt from tears and blood from both of them, but after a few seconds Eddie kisses him back and it's like his whole body and brain are on fire again.

He presses in firmer and so does Eddie, to the limit of his bindings, and he can feel his right hand touch lightly against his sweater where it can reach, grasp at it, and when Eddie's mouth opens just a little to slot a just a little closer, to press his tongue against his lips, he thinks 'oh'.

It's like sirens and lights and a parade are all running through the boathouse, and it's a stupid cliche and a shitty rom com but it's fucking real, like for a minute they're transported somewhere sweet and nice, maybe those beaches Steve was telling Eddie about, like the warmth on his skin isn't from being dragged against rough ground but from lounging around too much in the sun. 

Eddie pulls away and presses his forehead against Steve's shoulder, and Steve puts his arms up to hold him. They're both panting and Eddie's shaking and crying hard enough that Steve feels the moisture spread throughout his sweater, and because he doesn't know what else to do he softly says 'hey' and pets a hand through his gnarled hair. His voice and his breath are quivering.

They stand like that for a few minutes, just existing together with the storm picking up outside, the wind howling, before Eddie slouches in Steve's arms, a sudden dead weight. 

'Eds.' He pats lightly at his cheek, adjusts his position so he's holding him up as much as he can to keep the chain from digging into him. 'Hey Eds, Eddie, wake up, man.'

He pushes him away to look at him in the face and his eyes aren't open, but when he lifts a lid they aren't silver, just empty, and he doesn't know what to do. He feels for a pulse and one's there, but it's light, and he can't feel breath coming at all. He needs to lay him on the ground and start compressions, he needs-

'Hey! Hey, hey! Guys I need a hand, pronto, now, Dustin! Robin!' 

There's movement everywhere all at once and everyone is there, pulling at straps and cords and lowering Eddie to the damp floor. The whole time Steve is saying 'No, no, no, no, no' like a mantra, but it doesn't help, because by the time he's stretched out on the ground Eddie isn't breathing at all.

Steve lets his body fall into the muscle memory of chest compressions, pushing and pushing and ignoring the snaps and pops that are Eddie's poor already wrecked ribs, and ignoring the strain against his own injuries. 

'What happened?' Dustin is crying at his side and yelling over the sound of Steve's counting and the roar of wind and rain outside. 

'I dunno, I don't know! It was supposed to work!' 

'Was it Vecna? Was he-'

'No, it was Eddie. It was Eddie and he just, he just fell.' 

He's so worried he's losing count, worried he isn't keeping time right, but he keeps going, forcing air into his lungs and listening for breath or for a heartbeat, and it's not working, nothing's happening, just the thunder and the shock of lightning flashing with less and less time between and the occasional earthquake, and he knows everyone else is looking at each other and wondering what to do, and Mike says 'we should pull him away, we need to go'. 

Steve and Dustin yell 'No!' at the same time but Steve knows, he knows it's been full and precious minutes and every single second is a second too long, and he knows that there's no way they can carry him out like this anyway, and there is a horrible rain picking up outside, the wind blowing it in through the cracks along with the lake, and Steve is so tired. It was all for nothing. And now what, they’d have to leave him again?

Another wave comes up from the lake, this one high enough to drench them all, and as it does Steve is leaning down to breathe air into Eddie's mouth again, plugging his nose, and when the water pulls away Eddie is coughing, just a little bit but he's coughing and coughing means breathing and breathing means alive.

[wariodemambo]

Dear Mr. Wario D. Mambo,

It has come to our attention that your latest collection of micro miniature games, "WarioWare: Get It Together!", unlawfully uses the image of Emperor Edelgard von Hresvelg of the Adrestian Empire without the consent of her or her imperial ministers. We have copies of your unlawful copies preserved as evidence.

We demand that you immediately (a) cease and desist your unlawful usage of Emperor Edelgard von Hresvelg's likeness and (b) provide us with prompt written assurance within ten (10) days that you will cease and desist from further infringement.

If you do not comply with this cease and desist demand within the time period, Her Imperial Majesty is entitled to use your failure to comply as evidence of 'willful infringement' and seek monetary damages and equitable relief. In the event you fail to meet these demands, please be advised that Her Imperial Majesty has asked us to communicate to you that she will contemplate pursuing all available legal remedies. Your liability and exposure under such legal action could be considerable.

Sincerely, The desk of Marquis H. von Vestra Retainer to Her Imperial Majesty Edelgard von Hresvelg

The second his eyes fall upon the words ' cease and desist ', his blood ran COLD. Given the erratic and rather unorganized method his company had to making games, it was very possible for something like this to fall under the cracks.

... I mean, he used Mario's image consistently without issue. How was he supposed to know anyone else would care.

But, uh. Maybe he should start doing more checks as to what is making it into his game. Especially when the developer in question hadn't even made it to middle school. He's kinda. Uh. Well. Hm. He can't really yell at 9-Volt, on the account 5-Volt would yell a HIM, but he really wants to yell at something.

... He didn't even have his BIKE back, yet! And now he has MORE legal issues to deal with? WHY. WHY! WHAT DID HE DO TO DESERVE THIS? And he means, WHAT SPECIFICALLY? This is the LAST thing he needs on his mind as he preps for his shift today! UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

So, in an act of his signature grace, Wario smashed his head through the table, splitting it in half, and crashed faced first into the carpet of his apartment. Took a deep breath, annnnnnd—

❝ WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH — ❞

He ripped out his phone, and punched in a number.

❝ 5-VOLT, YOUR KID'S GAME HAS LANDED ME IN HOT WATER, AND — ❞

❝ ... You do own the company, Walter. Everything that goes out needs your approval. I don't see how this is 9-Volt's fault. ❞

❝ YOU DON'T UNDERSTAAAAND, 5-VOLT. I NEED YOUR HELP RIGHT NOW — ❞

❝ I can't right now! You've interrupted my exercise! We'll catch up soon, okay?❞

❝ O—Okay. Yes, ma'aam. I'm sorry ma'am. ❞ Someone save him.

[m-jelly]

Hi there :) If this is good please consider it?: I was thinking pregnant s/o who is full term and the due date is 3 weeks away where there is. Snow storm and Levi is home so reader gives birth at home ? (Hange being the doctor 😫)

Snowstorm

Pairing: Levi x Reader

Genre and tags: Romance, fluff, married couple, Dr Hange, pregnant reader, snow storm, birth, sheriff Levi, country living.

Concept: You're three weeks away from having your baby boy and a snow storm hits your town. You and Levi hope it blows over, but the storm stays and the snow won't stop. You go into labour a few days from your due date and can't get to the hospital. Levi calls Hange to help deliver the baby. Levi rushes into the snow and helps bring Hange and their things over to you. You bring your son into the world with a close friend at your side and your husband.

Tag list: @ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @skittlelover69 @strawberrybunny123 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @notgoodforlife @demonsimp6

You waddled like a penguin into the living room as the weather report came on. You placed the tray of snacks and drinks down on the coffee table as you watched the report. "Damn, a snowstorm huh?"

Levi opened the front door in his winter sheriff things. He kicked off the small amount of snow on his boots. "Honey, I'm home."

"Hey, bear."

He slipped his boots off and hooked up his jacket. "How are you and Evan?"

"We're good." You looked over at him as he walked into the living room. "Snowstorm is coming. I'm worried about having the baby." You rubbed your bump. "What if we can't make it to the hospital?"

Levi hugged you from behind. "We'll be okay, I promise. I'll call up Dr Hange and their wife Nurse Alyssa to see if they can help if we get snowed in."

You relaxed in his arms. "You're right, they both will look after us if we do."

Levi helped you sit on the sofa. "Rest, relax and enjoy yourself. I'm home now, so let me look after you."

You smiled at him. "Thank you. Was work okay?"

"Yeah, I was just helping farmers prepare for the snow." He sat between your legs before putting your legs over his shoulders. He hummed and massaged your feet. "Tch shit it's going to be bad."

"You think Hange and Alyssa will help us?"

"Yes." He pulled his phone out and texted Hange. "They're in if the storm is bad."

You sighed. "I feel a lot better now."

Levi kissed your leg. "I'm glad." He picked up a chocolate muffin and ate it. "Mm, there's banana in this."

"I'm honoured you noticed."

He nipped your leg making you giggle. You hummed as Levi touched you more before you both went to bed together and had a little fun. The next few days the snow got worse and worse. Levi would go out and deal with it around the house and the road outside your home.

Levi shovelled snow and stopped when he saw the storm clouds getting closer. "Tch, too late." He looked back at the house to see you in the window looking pained and worried. He hurried inside. "Honey?"

You nibbled your lip. "I need the hospital."

He looked at your trousers to see you'd changed them. "Your water break?"

You nodded. "And I've been timing the pain. Our son is coming today."

Levi looked down the street at the storm. "Honey, I don't think we can get to the hospital. The storm is coming."

You stepped out and looked. "Oh, you're right. Shit." You nibbled your lip. "What do we do?"

He ushered you into the house. "I'll call Hange and their wife."

"Thank you."

He cupped your face and wiped your tears. "It's going to be okay."

You nodded. "Yes, yes it is." You grabbed Levi's coat and groaned in pain. "Levi."

He closed the door and put his coat up. He moved you to the living you. "Wait here. Let me set up some towels."

You started your breathing exercises and watched as it got dark. "Levi?"

He lay everything out for you. "I'm off to go collect them now." He helped you sit on the blankets. "I'll be quick, I swear."

You rubbed your belly. "Go." You smiled at him. "Thank you for getting them. Thank you for doing this for me and the baby."

He smiled. "I love you both."

You pushed him. "Now go!" You giggled. "Go."

He ran to the door and pulled on his snow things. He went out into the snow and walked from his home to Hange's. He banged on their door. "Hange! Alyssa!"

Alyssa opened the door for Levi. "Oh, hey Levi."

"My wife is going into labour and the storm is coming in. Please, help."

Hange ran up behind their wife. "Bag is all ready! Let's bring a life into this world! Alyssa? Get my special bags!"

Levi hugged himself. "Can we hurry? The storm is coming and if we don't leave soon, we won't be able to get back to my wife!"

Hange ran out with bags. "Ready!"

Levi sighed as he watched Alyssa run after locking the door. "Both too hyper. Tch, you both better tone it down when we get to my place!"

Alyssa grinned. "Can't believe you're having a baby with my dear friend."

"Hm."

Hange nodded. "It's shocking, right? A cute thing like her ending up with a grumpy man like him."

Levi groaned. "I'm going to regret this..." He led both to his house just as the snow started. He unlocked the door to hear your scream of pain. He shouted your name and ran to you. "I'm here!"

You huffed and puffed. "You made it!" You smiled as sweat poured off you. "I'm so glad."

Hange slammed the front door. "Let's make a baby!"

Alyssa laughed. "Babe? The baby has already been made."

"Oh yeah..."

You groaned a little in pain. "Guys? Little help here!"

Hange hurried over and step up their things. "Alright, I'm going to put my fingers up there to check."

You blushed. "Sure."

Hange pulled on gloves and checked. "We're on our way to delivery. Alyssa? I need warm water please."

Alyssa winked. "On it!"

"We're gonna stay kneeling for the birth, okay? Gravity will help us out."

You held Levi's arms. "Perfect."

Levi held your arms and smiled. "You're doing wonderful."

You smiled at him. "I love you."

He kissed you. "Love you too." He helped you put your hair up. "There. Do we need to change her clothes?"

Hange hummed. "Possibly. Just a long shirt will do."

Alyssa ran upstairs. "On it!" She ran back down with a bedshirt. "This one?"

You smiled. "Thank you."

She handed it to Levi. "I'll be back with that water!"

Levi helped you out of your clothes and into the shirt. "There."

You laughed. "Can't believe two close friends have seen me half naked and one is touching my insides." You let out a long sigh. "Should I call the mayor Erwin's wife and to come see?"

Alyssa placed the water down. "She'd love to be here. Us three girls together, it'll be nice."

Levi shook his head. "Having a baby is not the right time for a girl's night."

"I dunno, it'll be fun."

You laughed. "Love the thought, but I'm good for now." You gripped Levi hard and cried out. "Shit."

Alyssa looked out the window. "Storm is here."

Hange glanced outside. "Oh pretty!"

Levi growled. "Would you two focus!?"

Hange checked. "Oh! Oh we're ready! Alyssa? Water!"

Levi watched in awe as his two hyper friends suddenly become laser focused and helped you out. You were cleaned, given support, helped with breathing techniques and guided perfectly through the birth. He held your arms and let you squeeze him so tightly as you worked through the pain. He showered you in praise as you smiled at him when you weren't hurting.

You gasped when you felt your son come out. You laughed when you heard his sobs. "I did it!"

Levi cupped your face. "You're fucking incredible. I love you."

You laughed as he showered your sweaty face in kisses. "I love you too."

"I'm so proud of you."

Hange moved your son and handed him to their wife. "I need you to push the afterbirth and then we'll start cleaning you up."

Levi held you as you did and lay you back when you were done. "Good girl."

Alyssa cradled your son and carefully cleaned him. "He's perfectly healthy, breathing well and has all his toes. There are no extra surprises!"

Hange smiled and checked the little one over. "You're right, he's perfect and very chunky." They picked up your son and handed him over. "There you go, mummy."

You welled up and cried happy tears as you held your son. "Look at him."

Levi sat next to you and put his arm around you. "He's perfect." He looked over at his friends. "Thank you. I owe you."

Alyssa opened her arms. "Bebe then."

Hange laughed. "No babe, we're not having their baby. Don't joke around with them, okay? Joke later, for now let them bask in being parents."

"Got it."

"But it has got me thinking. You looked good holding him."

Alyssa blushed. "Yeah...so did you."

Levi sighed. "This is cute and all, but we need to focus on staying warm, keeping the house powered and making sure my wife doesn't have complications."

Hange checked you over and dressed you with Alyssa's help. "All clean and sorted. She just needs rest."

"Got it." Levi helped you up and moved you to the bedroom. "Rest, my love."

You lay on your side with your son lying next to you. "He's so perfect. I can't thank the Zoe's enough."

"We'll get them something." He lay on the other side and smiled at you as he placed his hand on his son. "You were incredible."

"Thank you."

Hange peeked around the door. "Hey, mummy and daddy, we doing alright in here?"

You gave a thumbs up. "Good. Everything is numb right now, but I'll pester you for drugs later. Oh, and Hange? Thank you to you and your wife. You're both incredible. I am blessed to have friends like you."

Hange grinned. "Anything for you two. Get some rest, okay?"

"Take our guest room. You and Alyssa need sleep."

"Thank you! We will!"

Levi sighed when Hange closed the door. "It's like having two toddlers full of sugar."

You giggled. "They're sweet."

[cartmankisser]

Since you said you miss alphabet prompt requests-- C, H, I and N for Kenny and Butters?

i've already done butters full alphabet here so i'm just gonna do kenny :)

Comfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc?

kenny is very empathetic! i feel like he would have to make sure you were physically okay before just cradling you in his arms gently and whispering loving affirmations to you. he might even try some breathing exercises if you were hyperventilating, but he only knows a couple different ones.

Honesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

hes very open about everything unless he thinks that it would make you upset. he'a always up for gossip and drama and to mock whatever secrets he overhears. i don't see him as the type to hide his feelings if you made him angry or anything, but honestly you never really do so deep and honest conversations with you two are usually super chill

Inspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

hes a lot more careful with himself. he used to be super reckless and hang around dangerous people. since he knows he can't die he usually doesn't care about himself at all but dating you has helped him see his worth and understand that he's more than a disposable body i guess

Nicknames - What do they call their s/o?

honestly it depends what personality he's playing as. regular kenny would be chill with pet names. baby, babe, maybe sugar or honey if hes in the mood.

mysterion would be intense and dramatic with th. he wants to put emphasis on the meaning so he only uses them sparingly. usually something along the lines of darling or sweet heart

princess kenny uses pet names literally like she's mocking mysterion. like she'll use the super dramatic ones but in a flirty teasing voice.

[michu-writes]

🐉

1. Have you requested in my blog before?

Of course! Many times actually!^^

2. What's your name and where are you from (if you're comfortable)?

My name is Ala and I'm from Poland!🇵🇱

So um, I'd like to request the Alphabet template for Stan! He's my favourite boy so I'd really like to read one for him! That is, if I'm already to late or you already got one for him😅 I'll be looking forward to reading all of the things you'll write for us in your Valentine's Day event! Also, remember not to stress yourself out over this. Write in your own pace, no pressure.

(Praying that I actually wrote everything according to the rules and didn't annoy you if I wrote something wrong. So sorry if I did!😭)Love you! 💝

A/N: Omg I just realized I might sound a bit strict and rude with the rules IM SO SORRY!! Dont worry, you never seem to annoy me <3. Ilyyyy

Stan Marsh x reader fluff alphabet | Valentine‘s day 1 event

(Art belongs to me, please don’t repost without credit)

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Definitely just a lot of hanging out at each other's homes, preferably yours because he doesn't really want you to interact with his father so much. Either watch a movie or two, listen to music or just cuddle and stuff after a long day yk. He likes calming activities believe it's or not, since he always has stuff going on around town.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Your personality and kindness. He likes it when you just worry about him when he's about to do something crazy. Your mind nature is just what he's looking for, with a bit of honesty in there too.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc?

He'd try to talk you down at first, but if that's not helping, he'd try to seize the moment by trying to understanding why you're all worked up and feeling just flat out awful. He'll make you do breathing exercises and reassure you that everything is fine. One thing for sure is that he absolutely hates seeing you in this state. He understands how it feels to feel that way, it's the worst.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Honestly, he wish to get married to you someday. It really just depends on how long you've been together, and how the relationship is. Maybe a kid or two, if you will. He won't admit it though.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

He really tries and wants to be the dominant one like all 'big men' are, but he's really just the passive. Sure, sometimes he can be a bit dominant. I think it's just equal for the both of you, but yeah.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

He'd try to understand your side of things, even though he might not agree with some of it. He doesn't like fighting, especially with his s/o. Sometimes he'd burst on you, but immediately feel bad. After the fight, you both might stay a bit distant from each other for a bit, and Stan would be feeling so quilty and bad. He'd be the first one to apologize after an argument without a doubt.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

He'd remember the simplest thing you've ever done for him, and still think about it and feel all fuzzy. He's always so happy whenever you do anything nice to him, he's like a puppy but acts like he's cool and chill about it. He'd try not to puke on you, but sometimes he does, sorry.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

He'd still have a few secrets here and there, or else he'd pretty much tell you everything. He trusts you, and you're a good person. Those secrets he keeps, may be told to you after a while of thinking though.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

Definitely helped him a bit. He's a depressed kid, and even became alcoholic at a young age. But having you by his side, made him think more about himself. He doesn't wanna screw up or anything, and so tries to improve a bit of himself and stop the alcoholism, but of course a little bit will still remain. Though, he's getting better.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Absolutely. If he saw you with another guy or girl or literally anyone (like Wendy and Gregory), he'd lose his shit and start overthinking things. He's so scared to lose you, like he loves you so much. He'd take a few shots, just to try to forget about it. He knows it's unhealthy, but that's just his way of coping.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

He has experience. I'd say he's just like an average kisser if you know what I mean. His kisses are quick, he doesn't wanna throw up on you. I like to imagine your first kiss was like when he first got jealous by you and some other person. He felt really bad and down, and you noticed that. And so, you gave him a long kiss as reassurance and comfort that instantly made him forget all the other stuff that happened. Of course he puked on you but it's fine.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

Would confess through a love letter. Like there would be a sweet poem at the start, then it will say "Will you be my s/o" and then there's like Teo boxes saying yes or no. He just so afraid of rejection and stuff face to face, so it's better to stay safe. Kyle probably helped him with the letter because we all know he's Stan's wingman.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Of course! He'd probably take you out on a fancy restaurant on Valentine's Day, and be all flirty and nice to you. He'd give you a few gifts and flowers to you. Inside one of the gifts, was a box. A box with a ring inside. Without hesitation, you quickly said yes, giving him kisses and hugs everywhere. As for the wedding, I feel like it'd be a small wedding by like a beautiful pond or something. He'd only invite his loved and close ones, though he doesn't mind a big party either. It was all so cute and just aww. He was trying so hard not to puke on your wedding dress, and for that, he always excused himself to go to the bathroom lol.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

He's pretty vanilla. He'd basically just call you babe, love, sweetheart, honey and sugar. Sometimes he can be creative and come up with new nicknames though.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

Definitely obvious and noticeable. He'd always zone out and be a bit more distracted, maybe stutter sometimes as well. Also that terrible habit of throwing up. He tries to fix it, he really does.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

I don't think he minds pda. But he rather thinks that kissing and all that stuff should be in private, but he's okay with holding hands and all that.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

He's really understanding and can be a bit clingy at times, which is totally fine. He likes being near you is all, and it's cute.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

He can be pretty romantic, like an average amount. Though, it always results of him almost puking. He'd spend time with you whenever he could to make you feel happy and loved. He thinks all that cliché romance stuff is cringe, and he really tries to have none of that. Sometimes he's unintentionally cliché, but he can get creative.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their? Do they believe in them?

Of course he does! He'd try to support you no matter what it is, and make you feel motivated with a little help from his friends as well.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice up your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

He doesn't mind trying out new things, but definitely likes to stick to a routine.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

I'd say he knows you pretty well. He'd try to get to know you better all the time, because he doesn't wanna be a douche. And of course, not in a weird way. He thinks every part of you is interesting.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

You're probably one of the most important person in his life. We all know what happened to Stan when Wendy broke up with him. Of course, he tries to mask it somehow so he won't make a big deal out of it if you broke up with him someday. But anyways, if anything bad happened to you, he'd always be the first one to show up and worry.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

His love language is words of affirmation and quality time. He just wants you to feel loved by his words and how long he spends time with you. Either from watching a movie together, playing video games or cuddling.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

He'd try to not seem all that affectionate, because he becomes really flustered. But he loves hugs and kisses, also cuddles. He'll easily throw up if you kissed him on the lips though, so sorry.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Sure, he'd literally beat anyone up if they started talking shit about you.

[plant-gt-thought-box]

24 with Puffy and someone else of your choice! (Puffy has fluffy hair so I thought this would be perfect-)

24. “Ow! Quit grabbing my hair.” “Quit jostling your shoulder so much then!”

Cw// depiction of a panic attack

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Relearning Trust

"Ok Tommy, are you ready for the trust exercise?" Puffy asked as she took her pirate hat off and hung it on a hook near the door "We can wait until your next session if you want"

Tommy shook his head as he took a few steps forward on the small table he was standing on "No no- I-I'm ready we can do it today!" He gave Puffy his best smile

Puffy smiled back and rested her hand on the table next to Tommy palm up "Ok, for this exercise for going to try and have you be comfortable with me holding you in my hands for 10 minutes and then try having you stand on my shoulder while I'm walking"

Tommy climbed up onto Puffy's hand hugging one of here fingers "Ok- and I just start tapping your hand if I get overwhelmed right?"

"Yup! Remember we're doing this so you're comfortable with being carried around again, pushing yourself won't help in that process" Puffy very slowly lifted her hand up cupping them around Tommy protectively

Tommy hugged Puffy's finger a bit tighter as he was lifted up into the air and took in a few deep breaths, he reached up pushing some of Puffy's fingers away starting to feel a bit claustrophobic

Five minutes past and Tommy started tapping on Puffy's hand so she carefully set him down on the table again

"H-How long was that?" Tommy asked looking up at Puffy

Puffy couldn't help the proud smile on her face "You let me hold you for 5 minutes, which is much longer than the first time we did that exercise"

Tommy smiled and hugged himself "So I'm starting to get better?" He sighed with relief and bounce where he was standing, maybe he'd be comfortable with Tubbo holding him again soon

"Mhm, we're going to take a five-minute break before we move on to the next exercise" Puffy grabbed her clipboard and started writing down something

"I can do it now!" Tommy yelled moving closer to Puffy "I've got this!"

Puffy looked over at Tommy and set her clipboard down next to her "Are you sure Tommy?"

The blond nodded his head excitingly "Yes! I can do this Puffy!"

Puffy very slowly stood up to her full height and smiled down at Tommy "Ok, we're just going to walk across the room and back for this" she reach down carefully scooping Tommy up into her hand and place him on her shoulder "Ready to go?"

Tommy grab some of Puffy's hair into his hands trying to keep his balance on the shoulder "Y-Yeah! Perfectly ready!" God he was so high off the ground

"Ok, I'm going to start moving now" Puffy very slowly started walking across the room and yelped as she felt Tommy tug on her "Ow- Tommy don't do that!"

"S-Stop walking so fast then! And throwing me around! And and-"

"Tommy-"

"Why is it so high up!? Oh god I'm going to fall- Puffy please stop! I-I"

Puffy quickly scooped Tommy off of her shoulder and laid down on the ground placing him down in front of her "Tommy you need to breathe, do you want me to call Ranboo to come pick you up?"

Tommy nodded his head as he curled up into a ball and broke down crying "I'm sorry- I'm so sorry I didn't mean to-"

"No no Tommy, you didn't do anything wrong you did really good today" Puffy remind laying on the floor pulling her phone out and called Ranboo "Hey Ranboo, yeah we finished early today could you come pick him up?" She looked over at Tommy "Do you what Tubbo to come Tommy?"

Tommy shook his head taking in deep breaths trying to stop his crying

"No, he doesn't want him to come along. See you in a few minutes Ranboo" Puffy hung up the phone and continued laying on the floor next to Tommy taking in deep breaths to help him focus and calm down

"You did great today Tommy but let's just stick to you getting comfortable with being held again from now on, okay?"

Tommy slowly looked over at Puffy and nodded his head "O-Ok..."

[ashes-in-a-jar]

The Princess Hold: a Jon, Martin and Also Martin Tale

@dathen​ asked and I'm attempting to deliver XD

Really wanted to do this anyway as a sort of writing exercise. I hope y'all like it!

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The Wind whipped around him angrily as though the air was cross at being forced to move around. The hallways, doors, shifting carpets, tacky plants and all that was that maze of a hotel were folding into themselves, creating a void for the air to rush in. Jon barely managed to find his bearings eventually completely losing his footing as the floor beneath him gave way into nothing. Vaguely he thought he was lucky he was on the bottom floor and immediately realized it didn't matter because now he was midair and falling fast.

He hardly had time to think beyond the bitter notion that while time and space didn't function, gravity seemed to work just fine when impact occurred.

Only it was not what he was expecting.

That is, it wasn't jarring or painful as it should have been. It was soft and gentle and made a muffled 'oomph' noise.

Jon tried to catch his breath as he looked up. His mind immediately calmed at the sight. Martin. His lovely Martin, slightly rattled was looking down at him as his arms were somehow wrapped around him in an almost princess hold.

But not quite.

Because the way he landed, there was no way a mere princess hold could catch him so securely and steadily. And that's when Jon looked up to his other side.

There was Martin. Again. As disheveled and surprised as the first.

"Christ, Jon??"

Jon whipped his head around to the first Martin. Then back to the other one. Then back again.

"Um..."

His mind took a moment to finally let the information seep in as he Knew what he was seeing. Oh. Interesting. It did not make it any less bizarre for him though. While fully comprehending what was going on he suddenly realized his current situation and his face began heating up.

"O-oh Martin. G-good. Um, it’s good to see you... both." He really didn't know which way to look and being held the way he was was not helping.

Martin (and... Also Martin?) must have read the daze and astonishment on his face because despite their evident bewilderment they both chuckled and gently set him down between them in perfect synchronization. They did not step back.

"W-what happened? We just got here, there was a hotel and suddenly..." Martin said, still confused.

"Jon what did you do this time?" The other Martin chided fondly.

"I, um, I killed Helen." They were not backing away and it was very distracting.

"Oh." Said one.

"Why?" Said the other.

Jon couldn't keep up. He just had a whole building implode like a black hole around him and he was still trying to adjust to the sudden change from being immersed in distorted, dizzying patterns to being back in the gray, eye-full, monotone landscape that now surrounded him and his beloved(s). He could hear the rain not too far away.

It was disorientating how nice and warm he suddenly felt. From both his sides. Both Martins had put their arms around his waist and back to steady him and kept their hands there. Two arms more than Jon was used to. It was strange. It was nice. It was... What were they talking about?

"Uhh.. I-It's a long story. Ish. I-I'll explain later." There is no way he could concentrate enough to explain all of the convoluted manipulation games he and Helen played. Not now when there are two very distracting persons standing so near him.

One Martin sighed "And of course you couldn't wait until you were safe outside to make her disappear."

"No. I'm sorry."

"It's okay Jon, we're just glad you're okay." The second Martin was stroking his back in reassuring circular motions.

"Uhh... H-how was your domain?" This is getting ridiculous. He needed a way to differentiate between the two Martin's in his mind otherwise he will just become more confused. He settled on a simple Right-Martin and Left-Martin where they were positioned around him accordingly.

"Uh, as you can probably tell, it was a... An enlightening journey of self discovery." Right-Martin said, eyeing Left-Martin reflectively. "I... didn't realize I’m quite so… argumentative."

Despite himself Jon snorted while Left-Martin rolled his eyes "Well..."

Right-Martin tightened his grip on Jon's back "Oh, be quiet you."

"I was going to say it goes both ways." Left-Martin smirked. "We had some important things to discuss so the split just... happened. Sort of underwhelming compared to what we're assuming you just went through, to be honest."

"Yeah." Right-Martin agreed.

"Hmm" Jon hummed, letting himself lean into Right-Martin's arms. He was quite groggy and being surrounded like this did not help him regain his attentiveness. Left-Martin stepped forward to sandwich Jon even further and buried his face in Jon's tousled hair. Right-Martin sighed and brought his arms down to tighten around Jon's lower back. Jon's breath stuttered slightly.

"So... Helen's gone then." Right-Martin said quietly.

"Yes." Jon breathed.

"Time to mourn?" Left-Martin asked. He lowered one hand to catch Jon's. It was a bit awkward in this position but his hand felt warm and secure so Jon wasn't complaining.

"You can if you want..." He looked up from Right-Martin's chest to his face. "Do you? want to mourn?"

"A bit? I mean, she was our friend, sort of."

"No she wasn't and you know it" Left-Martin quipped, squeezing Jon's hand. "She was just pretending to be our friend. Probably thought she had something to gain from it. You know how the Distortion is."

"Yeah, I guess. But she was one of the only other people we met on our journey that we could actually talk to. That must count for something, hm?"

"Maybe. But Jon killed her and probably had a good reason to, no?"

"Yeah, you're probably right, as usual." Right-Martin conceded begrudgingly.

"Well, when I'm right you're right. I'm you." Left-Martin stated and then unprompted leaned forward and planted a kiss on the Archivist’s left cheek.

Jon, who was half listening to the back and forth banter while blissfully basking in all that was his wonderful boyfriend Martin, started. "Wha-"

"Hey!" Right-Martin exclaimed.

Left-Martin rolled his eyes again. "Come on, you know you want to. Look how lovely and adorable he is." He pecked Jon's cheek again. Jon’s face was at this point so warm he felt like a Desolation domain in the making.

"Fine, yeah I do." Right-Martin tentatively looked at Jon who stared back wide eyed and gently leaned to plant an identical kiss on his right cheek.

Jon was almost gone at this point. This was more overwhelming than the confusion the Distortion tried to enforce on him. He hugged Right-Martin back with one arm and squeezed Left-Martin hand where it held his. They stayed that way for another moment before Jon gently extracted himself from between them, attempting to regain some semblance of control. He coughed and moved to straighten his hopelessly disheveled clothes and hair.

He could feel Martin slowly returning to himself, the effect of his domain wearing off as Left-Martin began fading while drifting closer to Right-Martin with a wispy, floating quality about him.

Jon was a bit disappointed at that. But maybe it was for the best. He's not sure he'd be able to handle having two of his boyfriend, even in the long run. Especially in the long run.

"M-Martin. Um... That was... Interesting. Th-thank you for the kisses."

Left-Martin let out one final snort before he faded into Right-Martin and became just. Martin.

They looked at each other a moment longer, drinking in one another's sight with endless affection. Jon broke the silence.

"If you need a moment to adjust, to... to mourn, take your time. But not too long."

Martin sighed in mixed relief and melancholy as he felt the effects of the merge. He smiled at Jon gently and asked "Why the sudden rush?"

"See that over there?" Jon pointed to the grey horizon, dark shapes sticking out like strange twisted fingers. "That's London"

"Oh." Martin said in a hushed tone. He laced his fingers with Jon's as they stood there, taking in the view.

"This is it then. The final leg of the journey."

"Yes." Jon said. "Let's find out if my efforts to clear our path were actually worthwhile."

"Hmm?" Martin hummed, confused.

"I'll explain on the way. Come on let's go."

He smiled fondly, oh so fondly at Martin, squeezing his hand.

Martin smiled back, lifted the hand to kiss it and stepped forward.

Jon followed suit and hand in hand they walked away from their meeting point, towards the unknown fate ahead.

[its-nebula]

Flirty Fights

Kazuichi x Fem!Reader

You took a deep breath as you exited the locker room, ready to get started on your training. It was your favorite part of the week, honestly. All the anger and stress of the week seemed to melt away as soon as you got a chance to hit the punching bag. You took a sip of your water as you strolled over to your usual spot, waiting for your trainer and friend, Nekomaru. 

“Guess I should get started on my stretches.” You mumbled to yourself, placing your water bottle down next to you. You rose your hands up to the sky, stretching them as far as you could. You then bent down, placing your palms on the table.

You failed to realize that just along the way, you were being glanced at by none other than Kazuichi Soda, who was increasingly annoying his friend.

“Seriously, Kazuichi. Don’t tell me you’re just going to be a perv to anybody you find attractive.” Hajime squinted his eyes at his pink-haired friend, and Kazuichi almost immediately got offended.

“H-Hey! This isn’t me being a perv! I just admire her looks, that’s all.”

“Yeah, and I guess that’s also why you just happened to look over at S/O the second she started doing her stretches, right?”

"Heh..." He rubbed his hand on the back of his neck nervously. "Hey Hajime, didn't we come here to exercise? What are ya doin' lazing around?"

Hajime frowned at Kazuichi. "We were walking over to the weights!"

Kazuichi sighed in defeat, but ultimately shuffled over to the weightlifting equipment alongside Hajime. Still, he couldn't help but look back at you, and how good you looked when you were stretching. You didn't even glance over his way, unfortunately, but he silently wished you would take notice of him.

As you finished your warm-up, there was still no sign of your friend. He was either running late, or he'd gone to the bathroom. Either way, he might not arrive for a short while, so you were left to your own devices. You made your way over to the punching bag, intending to practice. You'd been training for a couple weeks under Nekomaru to learn self-defense, but now he thought today he would bring a person for you to spar with. As nervous as you were, you were excited to see how your skills compared to another person's.

Taking a deep breath, you landed a roundhouse kick on the punching bag. "HIYAH!"

Kazuichi watched in awe as you did varying moves on your imaginary sparring partner. It was then that he'd made up his mind.

"Hey Haji, do you think I have a chance with S/O?!"

Hajime didn't answer, instead scowling.

"I'm gonna go talk to her! Wish me luck!" Kazuichi practically skipped over to where you were standing. Hajime just shook his head and went back to doing his arm curls.

"HIYAH!"

You were interrupted when you were tapped on the shoulder. You were surprised to be face to face with a man with neon pink hair, beaming widely at you with shark-like teeth.

"Name's Kazuichi Soda! I assume you're the very beautiful S/O?"

You got out of your fighting stance, and looked him up and down with a confused expression on your face. "I'm...sorry, do I know you?" You honestly didn't recognize him from anywhere.

"You fight really good!" He exclaimed.

"Um...thanks?"

"Has anybody told you you're really pretty?"

"No... uh, how do you know me again? Just wondering."

"Oh yeah! You're a friend of Nekomaru's, right?" He put his hands behind his head. "He's mentioned you once or twice before, so nice to meet ya!"

"You know Nekomaru?" Your face lit up. "Cool! You must be my partner! I wonder where he is, though..."

"P-Partner? That's a little forward, don't you think?"

"Alright, he told me you're really good, but don't hold back. Hit me with your best shot!"

A light blush dusted across his cheeks, and his eyes widened. "Miss S/O, surely you're not referring to-"

"HIYAH!"

You gave him a good old kick right in his chest, expecting him to block. Instead, he flew back, groaning. You were a little surprised, but nonetheless, you punched him in his face, right in his nose.

"OW! A simple no would-"

You kicked him in his face, causing him to fall down to the ground. Just as you were about to land another punch to him, you felt a hand on your shoulder. You looked over your shoulder to see Nekomaru, and you smiled at him.

"S-S/O! What did Kazuichi do to you?!"

"Huh? What do you mean, we were sparring."

"HE'S NOT YOUR SPARRING PARTNER! I brought my friend Akane here! We had to stop to get some food!"

"W-Wait, what?" You worriedly looked back at Kazuichi, who was holding his now bloodied nose. Immediately you jumped up. "Oh. My. God. I-I'm so sorry! Are you okay?!"

"I'm... just great!" He weakly held up a thumbs up.

Nekomaru rushed to get him a tissue, while you knelt down next to him. "Oh my God, I'm such an idiot! I'm so, so sorry!"

"It's...fine."

"No it's not, look at your nose!"

"Well, maybe you could make it up to me... by letting me by you dinner?"

"...What?"

"I'd love to get to know the pretty lady that almost beat me to a pulp."

Your eyes widened and you felt your face heat up. He was on the floor in pain, and yet he still had the energy to flirt with you? Well...damn.

"Well, I could at least buy you the dinner."

"No way! A badass chick like you should never have to pay for anything! This one's all on me." He smiled up at you, and you couldn't help but giggle like a little schoolgirl. He might be a little awkward, but you his cheesiness was something you began to admire.

"Okay, we'll make it a date. I'm free tomorrow at 7, if you feel so inclined."

His face lit up as you accepted. "AWESOME!"

Nekomaru rushed back with tissue paper. Kazuichi took them from him as he smiled weakly at you.

"You've got a great student, Nekomaru."

Nekomaru beamed at him in response. "Yeah, she's pretty great, isn't she?"

"Yeah...yeah, she is."

[pannacottawarrior]

y'all i'm fucking  d e a d  i think i'm ready to ascend to Heaven to be promptly kicked out and flung back to Hell yo see y’all later

[l1ana]

Imagine you and Spiderman being like Adrien and Bridget from ML

Summary: Incase y'all don't know wtf this prompt is— Basically it's [Name] with a crazy crush on Peter but he's either totally oblivious to it, un-purposefully ignore her, or is focusing on another girl. Meanwhile, he -as both spiderman and peter- completely falls in love with her hero alter ego albeit she shows no interest in Spiderman whatsoever. I got this idea after watching a bit of the Miraculous Ladybug original concept video and just had a sort of breakthrough. Anyways, on with the story.

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“Hey, Peter...” You scrambled to navigate through the sea of fellow classmen, desperate to catch up to your object of interest. He just wasn't hearing you, and that deeply plummeted your mood. Before you knew it, he was gone— Disappearing into the crowd probably never to be seen again until lunch classes.

Peter Parker, biggest geek in highschool. Always bullied, always harassed in ways you thought were impossible. He seemed like the type to keep his head low and live an honest normal life, but little did anyone have clue on about his contrasting alter ego— Spiderman. As said hero of Queens, Peter could do everything he couldn't do as an average teenager. Who knew red and blue spandex was the key to becoming famous?

You sighed as thoughts of Peter bubbled into your head and revolved without signs of stopping. His nerdish and oh-so dorky quirks were the center of your attention aside from his baby face. Not to admit it, but you were in love with the charmer like a mad puppy. But the thing is— He never took notice of you. Hell, he probably doesn't even know that you exist. The only time you two ever met gazes was during class switches, before school, in the middle of lunch, or after school. Other than that, you were a ghost pretty much.

Today was no different from the rest; besides there being the fact that a pair of tickets were in your left hands hold. They crumpled up when your grip increased tenfold, tears threatening to pour down your eyes. ‘This is so unfair.’ You thought to yourself. ‘Why is it that whenever I try to start something with him... Fate just doesn't allow it?’ Your heart fell heavy into your chest. People would call you callow or petty for thinking what you did, but the thing of the matter is that your crush has been the same since elementary school years and continued from there. There was no doubt in your mind that Peter Parker was the one for you.

But, then again, he doesn't even know who you are.

Thankfully, you had a way to change that.

“Hey, Peter!” This morning, you wasted no time in dashing and shoving anyone who dared to get in your way out of eyesight and tracked the chocolate haired boy to a more secluded part of the hallways. The both of you were panting a bit, tired from all of the post-exercise. “P-Peter... Parker...” You breathed out, hands on your knees. “I am... I'm...” Before you could continue on and let him know who you were, the bell rang. Whoopdy-effing-doo. Oh how you wanted to pummel your bad luck into a pulp. “Sorry, I gotta go... Maybe later?” He cringed a bit, aware of how inconsiderate he was being towards you.

With those words left in his wake on your mind, he hurried off to his next class. It took some moments to pass by until a more than visible red hue formed on your face in a horitonzal fashion. Your pair of hands raised to slap your cheeks and squish them in multiple different ways, meanwhile you wore the most lovesick expression you swore you could make without seeming like you were on drugs.

‘Maybe later, he said..’ You recited his words in your head over and over like a song. Small yelps and cheers of joy escaped your lips as the thought didn't cease to fade away. Step one to getting acknowledged was complete. Now if only you could—

“[Name], there's a robbery down at the city bank.” A robotisized voice rang through your left ear. You sighed heavily. “Uggghh. That's not my problem, Stein. Let the police handle it.” Your hand waved through the air. “It seems to be another one of Electro's heists.” “.... UGGGGHHH.” Getting to the city and back would put your last two periods to waste no doubt and you'd also lose a chance to go out and establish a bond with the apple of your eye. But after hearing that Electro was involved, you found that there was no other choice but to go out and do this. Besides, the cops wouldn't stand a chance against him.

‘I'm sorry Peter, you'll have to talk to me sometime later.’ You silently apologized to your crush in your mind, hoping that he would telepathically get your message. Afterwards, you ran into the nearest bathroom and then was seen jumping out the window into the street, except your attire had changed completely. Instead of being dressed down in the usual ‘[Name] wear’, a skin-tight bodysuit overtook you, a half of a face mask covering your face whilst a horn headband was slapped atop of your shimmering hair.

You hopped and skipped from building to building, the voice in your left earring continuing to speak. “There seems to be several hostages under his clutches. He seems to be anticipating the arrival of somebody... My bet is on you, [Name].” He hypothesized. “Oh put a damn sock in it.” You huffed.

After a few more leaps into the air, you skidded off the edge of a shop building and landed directly in the open circle of crowding people. They had instantly moved out of your way at your arrival, going into a state of indistinctive chattering. “I-It's Queen!” A man exclaimed, noticing you right away as you began to talk to a nearby police officer to get the scoop on what's going on.

Queen— Your alter ego hero self, affiliated with the avengers as a late bloomer type. Your powers consisted of shifting into anything solid along with a side of light generation from your hands. The shifting part of your ability allowed you to increase the speed of your cells, making your body seem as though it were gas, and slipping through solids without a problem. The other part is self-explanatory. To be quite frank, Queen was a alias that your supporting fans had made and you just went along with it, that name eventually sticking to you like glue and becoming your permanent hero name. Funny thing, really, cuz you were the Queen of Queens New York.

“I see,” You nodded at the information the cop divulged with you. “Thank you. Now please, stand back, it may get too hectic alright?” At your words the cop nodded, giving orders to back the people who crowded the front of the bank up. You jumped onto the top of the building, holding your breath and phasing through the roof. It took naught but a few seconds later for you to be landing perfectly on your feet, an all-too familiar laugh echoing from far away. The floors were wet. Oh how you've been through this song and dance one too many times before. “Stein, I need a heat signature scan all around if you don't mind.” You whispered into your earpiece.

“7 of them, each of them with their pulses fulctuating at rapid speeds.” The AI spoke. “He must've already pulled a stunt on them before the police arrived.” The first priority before moving on to Electro was to evacuate the premises of any remaininf victims. And that's exactly what you did. It was hard since most of them were all in different and difficult to reach places of the bank but the number was instantly knocked down to one left.

You scratched your head and thought aloud. “Where's the last one at...?”

“You mean, this body right here?” A menacing cackle interrupted, you turning your direction to whence it came from only to witness Electro standing a few feet away from you, hostage in a chokehold on his left arm. In the other arm was the occasional sack of cash that you were sure he wouldn't get away with. Your eyes rolled, unintentionally getting a glimpse of a familiar spandex wearing hero. He was new and all. Round of applause everyone, for the one and only Spiderman.

When he saw that you were staring directly at him, he waved, then making various hand motions that you somehow in god understood. Basically he was going to shoot a string of web at the hostage and hoist them up, stealing them from Electros grip and giving you chance to take the preemptive and just go wild— But also take caution into not destroying the place.

As Electro went on and on with his planned monologue, Spiderman used the chance for when his eyes were closed to not only shoot some web in his face as a stunning effect, but also managed to snag the hostage in one fell swoop. Two birds with one stone— Neat. “What is this substance on my face!?” Electro screamed, trying to claw it off but to no avail. You laughed at this scene. For some reason, Spiderman had the oddest feeling that he had recognized your voice from somewhere. After the fit of chuckles faded, you made sure to give your target such a hard two-piece, that Spiderman swore he saw some teeth flew out of his mouth.

‘Whoa...’ Was the only thing that crossed his mind. Despite your petite figure, you were strong enough to knock a grown man unconscious with just one slug? “You can take it from here, Spider-guy. I've got better things to do besides turning him in. You can do that on my behalf, right?” You yawned, making your way towards the south exit, away from the mob. “O-of course, miss Queen!” He hopped off the ceiling and landed to the ground, ensuring to web the now knocked out cold ‘threat’ up real good and give the police to bust in finally. Once they did, he trailed right after where he saw you leave, only to catch you flipping and twirling in the air with such haste.

Even behind the mask anyone could see the smile forming as his eyes lit up just from seeing you. Needless to say here, but he was all over you. A complete and utter fanboy who joined the wave after witnessing some viral videos of you committing deeds that he would usually perform.

“H-hey, wait up!” He called after you, tailing the direction you went. “Huh?” Feeling that call be directed to you, your head clocked round to see the same spiderboy from before, flipping onto a pipe in front of you. “Oh, you again.” Your expression deflated a slight bit at his presence. “What is it?” You asked, hoping to get him out of your hair quickly. “Oh, well, I-I, uhm...” He stammered over his words, taking in the beauty of yourself in whole as something to beheld. “Queen, your last period is almost closing. Be sure to wrap this up quickly.” Stein reminded you, causing a shrill screech to release from your parted lips. “CRAAAAPPP!!!!” You instantly turned your back towards Peter and took off without another word, disappearing into the city.

Spiderman just stood there, processing what had just transpired. This was rare. Well, him getting all tounge tied while underneath the mask he called Spiderman. Seemed like your charismatic charms overpowered his. Not like that wasn't to be expected — You were pretty cute if he'd have to agree with your thousands of rowdied fanboys and girls. Jeesh, he felt himself falling head over heels for you instantly.

“I'm here!” You exhaled, busting the door to your last period classroom. There was no reason for you to give a damn about all the eyes laid on you when you performed such an action. After all, “[Name] Stark. Just on time before the bell rings.” You were the daughter of the most famous idol in all of New York, so school imaging meant nothing.

As soon as the bell rang, you were in the hallways being swamped with the rest of your classmates. In the middle of all the traffic, a shoulder bumped into yours. “H-hey, what the hell—” Turns out, it was the absolute love of your life once again— Walking out of your eyesight and never to be seen again until tomorrow morning.

‘Dammit. I still had time and couldn't give him the tickets.’ You mentally pouted with that curse.

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Idfk if y'all want me to tag y'all in pt.2, but I'm making a part.2 just for your information

[sarinataylor]

I'm honestly still laughing about Joger in birth class, like can you imagine these two together in such an environment? I also picture them bringing along the entire band because they like to make their friends "suffer" with them. Freddie and Roger would probably have a field day and Brian and John would start heavy drinking

the rest of the band was categorically Not invited but freddie just turned up (”what if roger goes into labour and you’re not there, john? what then? what if we don’t know his breathing exercises, huh, john? did you even think about that, j o h n.”) dragging a terrified looking brian behind him (”i do not want to be here, please let me leave.”)

the greatest part, for freddie, of roger’s actual labour (early stages) was when john got sent out in Disgrace for about an hour because, “he wants freddie. apparently you’re better at the breathing exercises.”

[marias-studyblr]

Hello I'm sorry to ask that but how did you do to lose weight ? I've been feeling really down lately bc of my weight but also my body in general. I'm not in a "bad" health, like my weight is what we call "normal" but I'm not comfortable with it.. as my mood is bad I don't have motivation and that sucks... so if you could give me advices it would be really nice 😘 thanks a lot

Hello and I’m the one who’s so so so sorry for the delay on this answer! I hope you still read it and it’s worth the wait/read ❤️

I’m not a nutritionist or a doctor, so all the advice I’m going to give you is born from experience of literal years of trying and trying to lose weight non stop. :)

This is indeed a studyblr account. But this issue is too important and close to my heart to not discuss, and also this health issue of mine has impacted my grades and my school life. Not to mention the damage to my overall happiness and self-confidence, as you explained in your question. 

If this was a simple how do you lose weight question I would say it’s simple, because everyone knows it - eat better and exercise frequently. However, this feels to me like a confidence/body issues question, and I’m going to be very thorough about it because it gets a lot more complex when you’re uncomfortable with your body. 

I think it’s important to answer this question well and I’m going to do my best. this is gonna be >>>

🌼  I N T R O

I completely understand the feeling of being uncomfortable with your body. The feeling of being comfortable with yourself is more complicated and worrisome than it may appear on a superficial level.

I didn’t grow up feeling comfortable with my body, I remember since 5th grade having my family, my swimming lesson’s teacher, classmates telling me my belly was big and “I looked like I was pregnant”. Without realizing, I became really uncomfortable with that area of my body,

and now, I consider it a beautiful strong part of my body, I don’t worry about sucking it in or hiding it and I don’t even mind when people touch it (idk if it makes sense but I hated it when people touched my belly and I tried to not breathe into my belly or make it bigger in any way). And I can really say this and mean it, which once I thought would be impossible.

🌼  I’ M   T H E   O N E   I   S H O U L D   L O V E

If we want to change for the better the way we feel - being at ease, in peace - we have to be the cause for that change. Nobody else. Not your crush, not your neighbor, not your parent.

The reason why I’m gaining health in a sustainable way is that in the core of all that is the work I did for my mental health that leaked into all areas of my life, including physical health and losing my unhealthy weight.

I had to go through a massive change of mindset and a bunch of realizations to start taking care of myself properly.

It’s so important to take care of yourself like you actually love yourself, like you actually matter, like you aren’t just a flop of meat hanging around just serving other people’s needs, dressing up for others, saying things to please others.

Breathing like you love yourself, walking, talking, working, eating, moving, exercising like you love yourself. Doing things for no other reason than to tend to your needs, while still maintaining a respect for others and for yourself. That feeling leaks to every single part of your life. And it makes everything start flourishing.

I worked and still work to have that feeling in a more persistent way but I remember when I realized I truly actually felt it in my bones and was starting to act accordingly, not too long ago, tears came to my eyes. I know it comes natural to many, but to me, it was never like that. And it’s so much easier to lose weight when you tend to that.

My first intuition is to serve others. I thought everyone was so much better than me when I was younger, I thought everyone was so cool, except for me. And it feels so great to know that we are all the same. No one is better or worse. No one has the right to belittle me. We are living lives in our own particular way and it’s ok to just… exist and be friends with people and not worry about pleasing everyone, and truly accepting your body figure how it is right now, and trust that you’ll get there somehow by building healthier, more productive habits in time.

Being more confident with the way you look and carrying yourself with grace is such a good feeling. And I want everyone to have that feeling, I want everyone to be healthy and strong. Because that feeling does impact your life in a positive way, even if it’s step by step. One step in the right direction at a time is exactly what we are looking for.

🌼  R E S T R I C T I V E     D I E T S

I’ve seen nutritionists give good advice and bad advice on losing weight to people who are self aware/conscious about their body. The bad advice I’ve seen is at the gyms my mom or my mom’s friends have stayed at. If people follow that 6 week restrictive diet plan, obviously they are going to lose weight… but at what cost? and to gain it all back again after? in my knowledge, most people don’t follow it, while paying for the consults and feeling guilty about the whole thing. It’s such an unhealthy experience in my point of view and if you’re trying to lose weight, it’s not something I recommend.

I love donuts and chocolate a lot for example, and I eat them and have eaten them while losing weight consistently. They are not some kind of poison you are guilty of enjoying once in a while. You are not different than any other healthy person. What I’ve figured out is that healthy people enjoy them too, but they just know how to do it.

It’s all about the quantity and eating smartly. You can still enjoy your favorite foods but in small quantities. I normally eat sweets after lunch and dinner, not between or at breakfast. For many reasons, but one of them is that way the small portions really satisfy me. I used to eat a lot of food but now I’m very mindful about the portions. If you could get one thing out of this answer is that PORTIONS ARE IMPORTANT. When I continue eating after I’m satisfied, it’s normally because I put a lot in my plate and I don’t want the food to go to waste. so now I pay mindful attention to that. And it has changed my life!!!1!1

anyways, I know those meal plans way too well, it’s all I heard when I was younger when I googled ‘weight loss tips’… i lost maximum 2 kgs in one and just gained it all back and more after giving up in the middle of it. And the reason why is not because I was weak or undisciplined, it’s because I couldn’t build habits with that kind of intention.

Also I hated to go out/my plans changed but I wouldn’t be able to eat anything because it wouldn’t be on my meal plan. I needed to build discipline to build habits and an intuition to know when I was full, not follow a stupid paper that doesn’t know anything about my body’s needs. We have to be able to act accordingly to our needs, not in fear of gaining weight.

My intention was just to lose some weight to look as skinny as someone else or to look good for other people :(dark thoughts… i know) and also as fast as possible. My intention was never health.

I still had to go through a lot of learning years to really get my intention right so then I could start building the habits that would allow me to lose weight.

**Habits always prevails**

Focus on building slowly the habits that will allow you to live a healthy life FOREVER, not just a 6 week plan. Think about the habits that are realistic enough but healthy enough to implement. Long term results is what you are looking for, trust me. Even if it takes longer to accomplish the same weight when you’re not hungry all the time, it’s teaching you how to eat in a normal way, which for me was very important, coming from a weird past of restricting/binging.

🌼 T E N D E R I N G   T O   Y O U   A S   A    W H O L E

The good advice I’ve heard from nutritionists includes a holistic approach.

Your whole body is interconnected. You can’t expect to change your weight as of right now in a sustained way without making serious changes to your mindset and lifestyle habits, because your weight is a reflection of your mindset and lifestyle habits, amongst other things.

Even though a 6-week plan might possibly give you a quick fix, it really doesn’t fix anything when you have body issues. Your mindset hasn’t changed, you still have the same habits. To me now it’s obvious why I experienced gain weight recurrences over and over again while following those stupid plans!

When you start considering your body as a whole, and not just the muscles, tendons and organs, but as a functional machine with needs and feelings, a lot of things start clicking and making sense.

Start thinking about the diet that allows your body to be given nutrients so your organs can function, a diet that gives your arteries a chance to breathe, an exercise routine that makes you feel good. Our intention should always be to make ourselves as healthy as possible. As strong, flexible, rich on the inside type of healthy. When we feel the healthiest, inside and out, we feel the happiest.

🌼 A B O U T    L O O K I N G    G O O D

I know to some it sounds superficial to worry about the way you look. It’s hard to grasp why we as human beings care so much about the concept of beauty. But it doesn’t have to be complicated. When I was still more unhealthy and unconfident, I felt it when I wore a new scarf, when my hair looked nice, when I had a cool pair of earrings… it can be from the smallest of things.

That feeling of confidence is not going to make you happy all of a sudden but I’m tired of hearing people underestimate the power boost and energy it can give you and downplaying it as superficial. I know there is a line where it crosses to vanity. But there is a middle ground between not taking care of yourself and vanity.

To a lot it comes naturally the process of hygiene, dressing your style, exercising, eating well. To others, it may not. I think confidence can be felt at any weight and appearance, but it’s a lot easier to feel confident when you know you are healthy and taking good care of yourself.

I’ve mentioned weight a lot, but know that health is always my number one priority and weight is just one tracker of your health. It’s an important tracker of your health, but it’s not decisive on whether you are healthy or not because it has to be very specific to your daily activities, your job, your height, your body type. And it’s not decisive on wether or not you should think as of yourself as good looking.

I think beauty and aesthetic, whatever that means to you, does play a role in our mental health. And I think only when we embrace that side of our human selves, without excess though, only then we can be truly confident and happy in our shoes.

🌼 W H E N   Y O U   F E E L   B A D

You can’t shame yourself into a healthy mindset/healthy habits. *say it for the people in the back!!* It has to come from a place of connect, self-respect and trust. Or you’ll just guilt yourself into worse habits.

When you have a “bad” day or a “bad” week, take responsibility in order to move forward. Be mindful of feeling guilty or like you’ve “ruined something”. Taking responsibility is different from feeling guilty. One helps you grow consciously and be better in the future, and the other doesn’t.

Every single day, every single week will not be perfect, but don’t let that week turn your habits around. Once again: habit always prevails. I see my habits as the foundations of my healthy lifestyle, as the foundations of a house. Wind doesn’t tear them down, just like a more unhealthy week doesn’t tear them down.  

The healthiest people I know don’t care when they have junk food for a meal, they just say “I’ll be more careful next week”. And they don’t even think twice about it. They move on. They accept it and move on.

If you practice it enough times, it becomes second nature.

🌼 B A L A N C E

I feel like when discussing the health of the body, one word that always comes up in mind is BALANCE.

Balancing out the body. I think we know what we need by intuition. We feel sick when we eat too much, we feel tired when we don’t eat enough. So a lot of my eating became guided by this inner intuition of what am I feeling. I’m always asking my body: “What do you need?”

Somedays I’m demotivated, tired, experiencing mood swings, I know I have to balance that negative energy with yoga, meditation, sleep, good food, hydration. I’m getting to know my body more and more as time goes by and a lot of my results come from that LISTENING. It’s listening yall!

And if sometimes you’re lost and you can’t figure out how to listen to what your body is saying, that’s what trackers are for. Do you need to insert a wider variety of nutrients in your diets? Do you need to improve your muscle mass? Are you underweight, are you overweight? What are the foods you eat the most and when are you eating? How many hours are you sleeping?

Don’t get overwhelmed with these questions though, they are useful to help you understand some feelings that you’re experiencing and help you get in the right direction, however, with practice, it becomes second nature to listen. 

🌼 D I S C I P L I N E

Another thing I would like to talk about is the role of discipline in a healthy body.

I think the word self-discipline in the diet or exercise context has a very bad connotation, like it’s a bad thing to be disciplined in your meals, or it’s a bad thing to be disciplined in your exercise regimen, because that means you will never eat ice cream again, you’ll always eat the same old boring things.

I know where that concept comes from, I’ve thought that myself, and I understand it. However, as of now, I see being disciplined around your eating habits as something very very good. It’s what has given me a lot of results, and it’s really simple, it’s setting a bunch of rules for yourself and following them. I’ve written more about self discipline, but in the case of eating, it depends on person to person.

There are things that I’m more flexible about and then things I’m really disciplined about. For example, I eat 3 times a day and at specific time stamps, and I’m strict about that. And what I mean by that is everyone has a different version when it comes to what, when and how they enjoy eating.

Discipline is not a bad thing because you can choose the things you want to be disciplined about. I enjoy donuts and chocolate.. so I eat them. I’m full after my meals so I’m disciplined to not eat until my next meal. I exercise everyday. Stuff like that. You get to choose what life you want to live through discipline and really think about your future. 

🌼 M Y   R U L E S

If you wanted me to say more specific things, like how much I eat in a day, or long I exercise for, I don’t believe those are actually important, because like I’ve said they are personal to each individual and each different needs and lifestyles, so I’ll just say my general guidelines:

walk everywhere. Walking is the most natural exercise and our body loves it a lot. it is highly beneficial. 

eat my daily servings of beans, vegetables, fruits, flaxseeds, nuts, whole grains. Start looking at food for more than just taste.

Do yoga once a day. 

be specific about your prefered meal times and stick with them. I enjoy eating breakfast, lunch and dinner. I drink water or tea in between but I don’t even think about eating between my meals because I’m so used to eating my meals at specific times. that helps a lot!

during your meals, eat until your satisfied! Don’t leave the table feeling hungry OR too full. Feel happy about eating your meal and appreciate the food in the table. It’s something precious and to cherish.

do other exercise frequently to build muscle and strength, so you can hold and carry yourself even when you get older.

🌼 F I N A L   C O N S I D E R A T I O N S

What I tried to explain is hard to put into words. It reminds me of all the moments I hid in the bathroom during PE, cried because of my appearance at night, was humiliated by insensitive people. And how getting through these memories and feelings can’t really be put into words because each person has to look inwards and find that in themselves.

Losing weight is not difficult for a lot of people but for me it always had other meaning behind it.

These moments can and will be replaced by self-confidence and good mental health in the present and future if you keep working on what is actually important - your health, your mental state, and your opinion about yourself. NOT pleasing others. NOT looking good in the mirror. NOT being at a certain number.

It has to come from a good place inside you if you want it to stay for good and actually make a good impact in your life.

It is a slow progress, but remember it’s NOT just to look good, it’s to live a happier life and your preferred lifestyle.

So answering your question: I lost weight by being conscious of my health. I was conscious that I was not healthy at that way, I was not strong, flexible, fast, at least not how I know I could be. I lost weight by striving to find balance, by listening to my body’s needs, by being disciplined on what I gave my stomach to digest, by stimulating my muscles and organs, and always keeping my own happiness as the end goal.

Because I’ve been doing it for a while now, it has become really simple and I eat healthier when I don’t overthink it. Don’t overthink it too much. It’s good to be mindful about it, but I feel better when it’s not constantly in my mind to the point it’s worrying me.

If you were looking for a quick easy way, this is not it my dear dear friend. the truth is you’ll need to work hard on yourself. However, just because it’s a long process, it doesn’t make it difficult. It’s fun to be healthy! It’s fun to exercise and do yoga. It’s fun to eat healthy and normal! We can all do it. You can do it. I can do it.

🌼 A    R E C O M M E N D A T I O N 

I always make this recommendation but let me do it again. One of the people who made a huge impact on my mental health and was a huge positive influence in my life was Adriene Mishler from Yoga with Adriene. I can’t even remember when I discovered her or how. I did her videos first on an off, and then things started getting more serious and now I’m literally practicing every single day with her for the past few months and I don’t ever want to stop. More than being a really beneficial physical practice for your internal organs, for your muscles and tissue, it’s a daily practice for my energy and happiness. It makes you reflect on the way you think about yourself and take care of yourself. When I’m frustrated I cry and find peace, when I’m happy I get even happier, when I’m busy and nervous, I find my cool and calm.

Her videos are the perfect accomplishment of body and mind connection and have helped me so much. So if you’re not already practicing with her, whenever you can, try one of her videos, 30 minutes go by so fast. She has practices for anxiety, stress melt, text neck, self-doubt, centering, finding stability, connection, creativity, for the future…all free in her yt channel. The more you practice, the more you’ll see real-life results and an energy and mindset that transfers to outside the mat. I really recommend it okay? okay. 

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk. :)) I hope this helped in any way, please never feel embarrassed to send me questions about mental health/physical health. anything that I can help with, I will help and be open about!

as you can see I could write to you for 10 million light years and I would still worry about not getting my point across. okay now I’m really gonna go, sending lots of love to you 💕💕💕 I love you, stay well!