#o i got sidetracked sorry

[shirojikimattari]

Hey

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By columbo (@thisuserisalive)

[silverselfshippingchaos]

this is slightly embarrassing, but this line always makes me blush

hearing him say the word "ash"... like me 😳

[aufredpratt]

🛏️: what's your favourite part about our evening routine together?

(ohno bio want me to get smutty on main)

11th doctor: good cuddler also TARDIS sounds are nice to fall asleep to

Misty: just to have someone be so into my abnormal genitalia is really validating

Spike: I mean...everything? both the intensity and the aftercare...see my writing blog for details

Lady D: you wouldn't think she'd be good at aftercare but goddam

Sebastian: Routine is the name of the game here. I love a routine

[candycryptids]

Oops 🥴

[luvendiary]

when chaos ensues / s. reid

spencer reid x reader

a/n: so this was what the last one was supposed to be, but i got sidetracked. i rewatched the last episodes of season 9 where spencer gets shot and inspiration came to me as fast as that bullet went through him. also, i'm sorry if it's not that good, i need an outlet for my anxious energy since i am currently finishing my trimester. as always, let me know what you think. summary: the odds are not aligned in your favor today, lucky for you spencer will always be there for you warnings: usual cm level violence.

Your unconscious form laid in the sterile hospital room. Spencer had refused to leave your side. Although not much protest came from the team since they needed to make sure someone was keeping an eye on you while the rest of them focused on solving the case.

Garcia had insisted on staying as well. She could do her job anywhere and amongst all of them she was the one with the most ‘maternal instinct’. Always attentive to the other’s needs. Good thing she had stayed after all, since in taking care of you, Spencer had decided to stop taking care of himself.

“Here,” she said, setting a tray down. “You need to eat.”

Spencer looked up at her, a brief respite from staring at your heart monitor -making sure your cardiac rhythm was not a single beat out of the ordinary.

“I’m not hungry, thanks,” he said. His eyes sported bags under them, and his hair was sticking up in every way.

“I brought jell-o,” she insisted. “Your favorite.”

He glanced at you before returning to face Garcia with tight lips.

“It’s her favorite too,” he whispered.

Penelope tried to give him a reassuring smile, which just came out more sad than encouraging. “She’s going to make it out. You know she will. She’s stubborn like that.”

Spencer just nodded before reluctantly taking the clear cup of jell-o in his hand and eating a spoonful.

He kept replaying the moment it happened. How you were supposed to go in with Derek to negotiate with the unsub. You had a talent with words. Always so soothing and rational. You always knew what to say.

You had been putting on your bulletproof vest when the unsub started shooting.

It happened so quickly, yet everything after that could not have gone slower.

He saw as your body jolted and you fell to the ground immediately. His heart dropped. The thud you had made as your body collapsed first against the SUV and consequently to the floor was sickening. And even though he had been several feet away from you, he could hear it so clear.

He vaguely paid attention to Alex calling out his name as he sprinted toward you, sliding to the ground, and propping your head on his lap after he had moved your body behind the SUV to make sure you were safe.

The image of your eyes focusing in and out, was something he would not be able to forget for a long time. It was as if you were fighting against something trying to take you away into total darkness. He hung onto every mumble that escaped your lips, trying to shush them with soothing words of encouragement.

He was broken out of his trance by the ring of a cell phone.

Penelope rummaged through her purse, trying to find the device. Once she did, the voice of Derek Morgan could be heard from the other end. Spencer didn’t catch much besides their usual ‘hot stuff’ and ‘baby girl’ gameplay, too focused on staring at the steady rhythm of the rising and falling of your chest.

She’ll be fine. She has to.

Once Garcia hung up she seemed more agitated than she had been moments before.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, standing up. His eyes flicked to the IV drip, scrutinizing the clear tubing that snaked from the bag of medicine to the needle embedded in your arm. A faint frown creased his brow as he traced the line for any air bubbles or obstructions. He allowed his hand to linger a moment longer, softly tracing your knuckles.

“Corruption. The whole system’s wrong…” she breathed out as she immediately took out her computer and started tapping away at the keys. “The sheriff has a lot of explaining to do.”

Spencer’s eyes flickered to your unmoving figure. “The sheriff? But he was killed.”

“He was the acting sheriff. The real one had taken a ‘vacation’, conveniently the day before we arrived.”

Penelope could see the gears turning in his head. Trying to connect the dots, but his train of thought was interrupted by a nurse entering the room, a small vial of medicine in his hand and a clipboard under his arm.

“She had her meds an hour ago,” he said.

“Yeah,” he said calmly. “These are post-op antibiotics.”

“She had those too,” Garcia chimed in, her usual cheery tone now more somber.

Spencer, positioning himself between you and the nurse who had already made his way to the IV drip, peaked at the label on the vial.

“Carbenicillin? No, that’s not right. She has a severe reaction to beta-lactams. She can’t have that.”

The man checked the clipboard for a brief moment before setting it down. “It’s not in her chart,” he said nonchalantly before moving to administer the liquid to you.

With practiced smoothness, with a needle he extracted the medicine before quickly injecting it into the IV.

“What are you doing?” Spencer said, panic evident in his voice as he quickly put his hands to work in trying to remove the needle in your arm administering the medicine. “Stop! What are you doing?”

Not being quick enough, he slapped the medicine out of his hand. However, it had already been partly injected. He hurriedly ripped the needle out of your arm. As he looked for something to stop the bleeding, he saw a gun peering out of the nurse’s waistband.

“Garcia! He has a gun!” he called out as he positioned himself between you and him.

Not a second went by after the words left his mouth until a gunshot reverberated in the room.

The man fell to the ground.

Spencer’s muscles, still tense, worked on separating themselves from your body. “We have to get her out of here,” he mumbled as he made quick work to disconnect you from every device. The heart monitor’s constant beeping, now replaced with the sound of a flatline.

“Reid, wait! Where are we going to take her?” Penelope protested, but she was already gathering her things.

“Anywhere. Somewhere safe,” he replied frantically as he took your unconscious body in his arms, your head falling limply over the end.

“There’s no place that’s safe,” she reasoned. “The police are corrupt. They’re the ones that sent that man over to kill her. She must’ve seen the sheriff or something.”

Spencer remembered now. Her last words -if he could even call them that- before losing consciousness had been about the unsub. At the time he thought you were going over the profile you had already put together, but he now realized that you were trying to give him another one.

White male; a pregnant pause. Early thirties; your eyes fluttering close. Position of power; a cough. Uniform; a raspy breath.

You had been describing the sheriff all along. You had seen him.

Spencer barely had time to process Penelope’s words before the door burst open. Derek Morgan stepped in, gun raised, eyes scanning the room in an instant. His gaze fell on the lifeless body of the nurse on the floor before flicking to Spencer, who was cradling your unconscious form protectively.

“We need to move. Now,” he ordered as he softly kicked the nurse, checking for any signs of life. None.

No one protested. Garcia quickly gathered her things along with yours, which had been placed in a hospital bag. They both followed Derek, carefully checking every corner and every turn.

“Rossi and Alex were both attacked by the police,” he explained as he opened the SUV for Reid, who with his help climbed in along with you, setting your head on his lap.

“We’re gathering at a safe house. Those of us who can. Hotch and JJ are still at the station.”

Reid just nodded. Penelope, on the other hand, rambled on about corruption and the immorality of man.

It had not occurred to him that you not giving any sign of life amidst all this moving around was not exactly normal. He had grown so accustomed to your close eyelids that it was only when a thin layer of sweat and rose coloration started appearing on your skin that he realized something was gravely wrong.

The Carbenicillin had reached your system.

“She’s having a reaction to the antibiotic,” he mumbled in a panic to himself.

The SUV screeched to a halt outside a run-down safe house, hidden in the outskirts of the city. Morgan was out first, yanking the door open as Spencer scrambled to carry you inside. The moment they entered, Morgan took one sweeping glance at the cluttered dining table before gripping its edges and flipping it over with a forceful crash. Plates, glasses, and papers shattered on the floor, but there was no time to care.

“Lay her down here!” Morgan barked, already pulling off his jacket and rolling up his sleeves.

Spencer gently but quickly placed you on the now-cleared table, his hands shaking as he brushed your sweat-drenched hair from your face. Your chest barely moved, and the color in your face was draining fast.

“She’s not breathing!” Garcia’s voice was high-pitched with panic as she tore through medical bags, flinging gauze and bandages aside. “Where the hell are the damn EpiPens?!”

Spencer didn’t wait. His training kicked in as he tilted your head back, pinched your nose shut, and sealed his lips over yours. He exhaled, trying to force air into your lungs. Your body remained unresponsive.

“Come on,” he pleaded between breaths. “Stay with me.”

Morgan’s hands hovered near your wrist, checking for a pulse. “She’s going into shock, Reid. We need that shot, now!”

Garcia let out a strangled sound of triumph as she ripped the cap off the EpiPen. “Got it!”

Morgan snatched it from her hands and, without hesitation, jammed it into your thigh. “Come on, sweetheart. Breathe.”

Spencer gave another desperate breath, and then—your body convulsed violently. Tremors wracked through you as your body fought for oxygen. Your fingers twitched, and your lips parted with a ragged, choked gasp.

Your eyelids fluttered weakly, a barely-there motion, but it was enough for Spencer’s breath to hitch. Your fingers trembled as if trying to grasp onto something solid, anchoring yourself to reality. A faint, raspy breath slipped from your lips, though your body was still struggling, your lungs desperate to catch up.

Morgan exhaled, nodding to Garcia, who was clutching her laptop like a lifeline. “She’s not out of the woods yet,” he said. “She needs medical attention. The EpiPen can only delay the inevitable.”

Spencer’s hand lingered on your cheek, his touch grounding, steady. His thumb traced slow circles, a silent reassurance. “Just hold on a little longer,” he murmured, voice low but firm.

Your eyes barely managed to open, glazed and unfocused, but for a split second, you looked right at him. A ghost of recognition passed over your features before exhaustion pulled you back under.

The rhythmic beeping of a heart monitor was the first thing you registered. Then, the stiffness in your limbs, the dull ache threading through every muscle in your body. Your throat felt like sandpaper, and every breath burned.

The room was dimly lit, casting shadows over familiar faces gathered around you. They were talking in hushed voices, tense and weary, their exhaustion evident in every line on their faces. No one had noticed you stirring yet.

You swallowed painfully before rasping, "Who died? You all look terrible."

Conversations halted instantly. Heads snapped in your direction, and in a matter of seconds, multiple voices overlapped—relief, exasperation, disbelief. Garcia let out a choked laugh, her hand flying to her chest, while Spencer leaned in closer, eyes scanning your face as if making sure he wasn’t imagining it.

Morgan huffed, shaking his head. "Damn, you really don’t know when to quit, do you?"

Spencer exhaled, the tension visibly leaving his shoulders. "You scared us," he admitted, his voice quieter and somehow softer than the others.

You tried to shift, but a sharp pain shot through your side, making you wince. Spencer’s hand was there in an instant, pressing gently against your arm to still you. "Hey, take it easy. You’ve been through a lot."

"What exactly happened?" you asked, everything coming back to you in flashes. And then a single face, of a strange man, wearing a badge.

"The police...did they?"

JJ nodded. "Yeah. It’s over now. Don't worry about it. You need to rest."

You sighed, "I'm really sorry. I wish I could've helped more."

Hotch, who had been standing silently at the foot of your bed, finally spoke. His voice was calm but firm. "The only thing you need to be worrying about right now is getting better." 

A brief pause, and then he cracked the smallest of smiles. "You can help with the paperwork later if you're so eager to work."

"On second thought, I think I'm good," you replied with a tired smile. 

You let out a weak breath of relief, letting your eyes slip shut for just a moment. When you opened them again, Spencer was still watching you, his expression softer now. You tried for a small smirk, though it barely held. "Thanks for talking to me. It helped a lot, in not...slipping away."

He smiled and rubbed your knuckles gently, a secret gesture in a room full of watching eyes. "Always. Although, next time, let's skip the almost-death sentence. Deal?"

You huffed a quiet laugh, squeezing his hand with as much force as you could -which wasn't a lot. "Deal."

[froggibus]

Hi!

I saw your requests were open so I was wondering if I could request the Batboys with an s/o who passes out from a fever.

I hope you’re doing well!!

Passing Out From A Fever - Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Wally West

Pairing: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake and Wally West x gn! reader (separately)

Genre: hurt/comfort

Summary: your s/o reacting to you passing out from a fever

Word Count: 1.2k (Dick's), 1k (Jason's), 1.1k (Tim's), 1.1k (Wally's)

CW: sickness/the flu, minor injuries, reader is stubborn and refuses to rest, fainting, established relationship? gn reader but Wally refers to you as a 'damsel in distress', violence + drugs/drug dealers (Jason's) lmk if i missed anything

okok so sorry anon this request is almost 4 months old lmfao. i got a little sidetracked doing other stuff for a while but it is finally here. hope you enjoy it despite how delayed it is

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Dick 

Dick looks at the numbers on the digital thermometer with a sigh. “Your temperature’s only going up.”

“Is that a bad thing?” You try to joke but your whole body aches, your skin is feverish and clammy, and your head spins every time you open your eyes.

He looks at you seriously, giving you the signature Dick Grayson disappointed older brother, team leader look.

“I take it no patrol tonight?”

He rests his hand on your thigh. “Not a chance in hell.”

“I figured as much,” you grumble.

“I’ll stay in with you tonight,” he insists, giving your leg a squeeze. “We can watch a movie or something. I’ll even let you choose.”

You let out a deep breath, leaning back and resting your head against your cold bed frame. His offer is tempting—it's not often he stays home during the evening. “Okay,” you nod your head slowly. “We’ll stay in tonight.”

He beams at your decision, planting a chaste kiss to your forehead before jumping up and leaving you in your bed. “I’ll be back in an hour, alright?”

You offer a weak thumbs up before relaxing back into your nest of blankets and pillows. It won’t hurt to sleep a little while he’s out, and you are pretty tired. 

— 

You wake up hours later, Dick nowhere to be seen. Your whole body feels like it’s been set on fire and beat with a baseball bat, but you still struggle out of bed to go find your boyfriend. Of course, he’s nowhere to be seen. 

You narrow your eyes, a sinking feeling in your chest because you know exactly where he is. Your hunch is proved right when you open the closet door with shaky hands and see the empty hanger where the Nightwing costume should be. 

What happened to staying in tonight? No patrol?

The thought of him leaving you while you feel this sick lights a fuse in your chest, and before you know it, you’re lazily tugging your own suit over your limbs. The suit only makes you feel hotter, your muscles aching in protest, but you need to see him. 

By some miracle, you manage to stumble your way across Gotham in the dead of night while dealing with an extremely high fever and body aches. 

Still, your boyfriend is nowhere in sight. You followed the trail of beaten thugs and failed robberies straight to the centre of the city, but Nightwing wasn’t there. You feel slightly woozy, your knees shaking below you. 

Your phone buzzes in your back pocket and you take it out, the writing blurry on the small glowing screen. You squint but the letters spin on the screen, and you can’t seem to make them out. 

In fact, when you look up from the screen, the whole world is spinning. Your head feels impossibly heavy, and suddenly your body is pitching forwards. 

————

Dick knows he’s fucked when he gets home and you’re nowhere to be seen. He sees the open closet door and the empty hanger where your costume should’ve been, and groans. 

If only he had just stayed home like he said. Guilt overwhelms him, but he swallows it back and forces himself to push through. 

You shouldn’t even be out of bed, let alone roaming the city dressed as a vigilante. Dick cards his fingers through his hair and starts to make his way through the city again. 

He assumes you were trying to find him, so he circles back through his usual patrol spots. The longer it takes to find you, the more anxious and guilty he feels. 

It’s all his fault that you’re even in this mess, stumbling through the city sick and disoriented.  

He finds you unconscious on a rooftop, tucked away in a corner, a small cut on your face from what he assumes was the impact. Seeing you like this makes his heart drop and for what feels like a thousand years, he watches you and waits for your chest to rise. He stares, holding his own breath until he finally sees your lungs inflate with air. 

He’s scooping you up in his arms and carrying you back to the apartment in an instant, careful not to jostle you too much. He can feel your feverish skin through your costume, sweat pooling on your forehead and neck. He could set a record for how fast he had you home.  

He changes you out of your suit and into comfortable pjs, patching up the mark on your face and tucking you into bed. He’s always taken care of his younger brothers so he knows just how to take care of you. 

He puts an ice pack on your forehead to keep you from burning up too much and gets water and ginger ale for your nightstand. He knows you’ll need fluids and medicine when you wake up and he wants to be prepared. 

Even after he’s prepared everything and double checked his, his nerves don’t settle. You’ve been out cold for at least an hour, with no sign of waking up. Another hour of this and he’ll have to take you to the hospital. 

He paces the room, eyes never leaving your sleeping figure. Wake up, wake up, wake up. He tries to will you awake, hoping your eyes will open any second and you’ll berate him for leaving you. 

“Dick..?”

His pacing comes to a stop, eyes snapping to yours. “Oh, thank god,” he kneels next to your side of the bed and takes your hand in his. “How’re you feeling?”

As if on cue, you groan in pain. The ice pack he placed on your forehead does little to help with the heat that’s ignited your whole body. Your eyes feel painfully heavy, and all of your muscles feel inflamed. 

He holds a glass of water up to your lips, helping you tip your head back so you can drink some. He pops a couple pills into your mouth and pours some more water in to wash them down. 

“They’ll probably take fifteen minutes to work,” he keeps his voice quiet. “You’ll feel a lot better soon though, I promise. I’ll make sure you’re all better.” 

You nod weakly. “You—you left me…”

Dick’s heart breaks at the sound of your sad, weak voice. He was hoping you wouldn’t dwell on that too much, the reminder that his fuck up for you into this mess weighing heavily on him. 

“I know, baby. And I’m so, so sorry. There was an emergency and I thought I could sneak out quick but,” he sighs and tugs on his hair. “I’m not gonna leave your side until you’re all better, okay? Never again.”

You’re too tired and sick to care for grovelling, you’re just glad he’s here and you don’t have to suffer alone. You reach a hand out to grab his hand and weakly tug him towards the bed. 

Dick obliges, crawling in next to you and letting you rest on his chest. “I’m gonna make you all better, hm? You’ll be all better soon, hun.”

His soothing voice coupled with the circles he traces on your back are enough to keep you content until the medicine kicks in. Then, you’re drifting back to sleep in Dick’s arms, already feeling better from the turmoil of the day

-

Jason 

You think Jason may be the most dense man on the planet. Unlike his father, his detective skills seriously need some work. 

When you woke up this morning with a fever and aches, you were sure you could push through it. It’s just a little cold, or so you thought. As the day turned into night and you got ready for patrol, your symptoms only worsened. 

Your body aches grew worse, your fever grew hotter and your movements got sluggish. Still, you brushed it off. You never miss patrol with Jason, and tonight wasn’t going to be a first. 

“You’re off to a slow start,” he teases. 

You would roll your eyes if you weren’t so tired. “Shut up. I didn’t sleep well last night.”

It’s a total lie, of course. And if he could see the swelling of your glassy eyes or touch your boiling skin, he would know otherwise. Lucky for you, the adrenaline rush Jason gets on patrol creates a kind of tunnel vision that allows him to completely overlook your symptoms. 

You stumble a bit, having to brace yourself against one of the shipping containers. You’re glad Jason shot out all of the street lamps at the old dock, leaving you in perpetual darkness. A perfect cover to hide the pain you’re feeling. 

You take a deep breath and groan, pushing off of the container and running to catch up with him. The friction only makes you hotter, the air being forced from your lungs. Your head spins and black spots crowd your vision, but you take a weak breath and force them away. Now is not the time to be weak. 

Jason tilts his head at you, and you can feel his judging eyes from under the mask. “Seriously, are you okay? Did you get hurt or something?”

“Did you? You’re off your game too, Red.” You try to nudge him teasingly but it just sends a shockwave through your body, your head suddenly pounding. 

He looks like he’s going to say something you don’t want to hear but you’re saved by the bell when an unlucky drug dealer stumbles into view.  Jason is pouncing on him in a minute, leaving you to your thoughts. 

His form gets blurrier the more you watch him fight, and you swear your arms and legs are growing heavier by the second. Your head lulls back and you worry for a minute that you’re going to pass out. 

You manage to catch yourself, pinching your arms to keep yourself aware. It works, but only for a second. You have enough time to make eye contact with Jason before your eyes are rolling back and you’re dropping like a sack of potatoes. 

—

Jason is freaking the fuck out. For a minute, he’s worried you’re injured—or worse. All he saw was your panicked expression before you dropped to the pavement. If he wasn’t so worried, he would have laughed at your lack of grace. 

He makes quick work of the remaining drug dealers, tearing through them with all the anxiety he’s feeling. By the time he’s made it to you, your body is practically on fire. He flinched away at first, not expecting your skin to be as hot as it is. 

“You idiot,” he lifts you into his arms, letting your head hang over his shoulder. “You should’ve just told me you were sick.”

He forces himself to keep his calm demeanour the whole way to the apartment. He doesn’t let himself worry until you’re both changed out of your patrol clothes and into normal, ordinary pyjamas. 

He has you laid down in the passenger seat of his car, his foot pressing heavily on the gas the entire way to the hospital. He knows it’s just a fever, but you fainted. Something could be seriously wrong, and he can’t chance anything. Not with you. 

—

You come to in the hospital, an IV in your arm. It takes a few blinks for you to take in your surroundings, but even then, it’s hard to keep your eyes open. Your throbbing headache does not mesh well with the fluorescent lights. 

“Jason,” your voice is barely a whisper. “Did you take me to the hospital?”

“No shit,” he scoffs. “

You would laugh at his brazenness if you weren’t in so much pain. The scratchy cotton thread of the hospital blankets aren’t enough to keep you warm, and despite being covered in sweat, you’re shivering. 

Jason sighs. “You’re an idiot, you know that? You could’ve just told me you were sick.”

“I-I—,” you can barely speak with how bad you’re shivering. 

Jason’s heart hurts at the sight of you, and despite how frustrated he is with your antics, he climbs into the bed with you and lets you lay against his chest. 

You relax into him, trying to sap his body heat. You know this can’t exactly be comfortable for him, especially considering you’re a million degrees, and it makes you appreciate it even more. 

“You know, I thought about just tossing you in the harbour and calling it a day.”

You let out a weak laugh at that. “I’m sure you did.”

“Okay, maybe not,” he admits, “but if you ever do that to me again, you will be taking an impromptu swim.”

“As you wish, Jay.”

He kisses the top of your head, “get some rest, hm?”

You nod weakly, letting your body sag against his. Just as sleep begins to take you, you mumble, “I love you.”

Jason’s heart flutters at your words. “I love you too.”

-

Tim 

Tim is such a hypocrite.

When he pushes himself to his absolute limit, staying up until he quite literally drops, it’s fine. But god forbid you try to push yourself even the slightest, or there’s hell to pay from your boyfriend.

“Tim, I’m fine,” you insist, narrowing glassy eyes on him.

He raises his eyebrows in annoyance. “You’re not fine, y/n. You’re burning up. You’re so congested you sound like a little kid. You need rest.”

“Rest, schmest. I’m coming with you.”

“Y/n, honey, love of my life…if you try to come with me, I will slip you Nyquil and you will take a nap.”

You maintain your glare. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Maybe I already have,” he shrugs, an amused smirk tugging at his lips. “How was the tea I brought you earlier?”

Your eyes shoot wide and you scramble to inspect the now empty Wayne Enterprises mug. There’s no indication that it looks or smells different from any other tea. You look up again, ready to mock laugh at your boyfriend, but he’s no longer there. 

“Fucking Timothy,” you shake your head. 

He’s been trying to force you to get bed rest all day, refusing to even let you come with him to the grocery store. Sure, you have a fever and you’re congested and your head really hurts,  but that doesn’t mean you have to stay in bed. 

You toss the blankets onto the other side of his bed and struggle your way out of it. The air outside of his bed is cold, forcing goosebumps onto your arms, but you don’t care. You tug on one of Tim’s sweatshirts and stumble your way downstairs. 

He’s gone when you get down there, the only semblance of human life being Alfred sitting at the kitchen table. He’s reading a newspaper, seemingly deep in thought, yet the minute you step towards the front door, he speaks. 

“If you are trying to follow Master Timothy, I would advise against that.”

“I-I wasn’t…how did you know?”

He smiles at you, “Master Timothy expected you would try to follow him, and asked that I make sure you rest.”

“Damn you, Tim.”

“I’ve prepared some water in the kettle and there are blankets on the couch if you’d like to watch a tv show with me?”

“That sounds great, thank you,” you sigh, giving up and trudging your way to the couch. 

You settle in under a blanket, leaning your head against the couch cushion. Alfred comes in a few minutes later with two glasses of tea and a bottle of medicine. 

You thank the man and take a few pills and the mug of tea, swallow down the pills and set the tea on the nightstand. 

Alfred turns on the TV and starts to play one of his English soap operas. The sounds all blur together and you fade in and out of consciousness, every once and a while snapping back to reality when you hear the door unlock. 

Of course, a million people seem to come and go from Wayne Mansion and your boyfriend is nowhere to be seen. Alfred has seemed to doze off as well, his eyes closed and head resting on the couch cushion behind him. 

You stand up from the couch on shaky legs, discarding the blankets next to you. You feel dizzy and lightheaded as soon as you stand up but you persevere. 

You’re not really sure where you’re going, all you know is that you want to see Tim and the first step is getting to the front door. You make it to the front entrance, and you’re only five feet from the door, but your whole body hurts so bad and you’re so tired and everything is so hot and cold. 

You brace yourself on the wall, leaning your whole body weight on it. You blink a few times, trying to keep the black spots from spreading to your vision. Everything overheats, and your muscles start to weaken. Before you can take another step, your body is failing, and your vision is going black.

—

Tim comes home just in time to see you hit the floor. He drops his groceries onto the floor, not even closing the door behind him as he runs to your side. 

“Y/n?” He presses a cold hand to your forehead, “y/n, wake up!”

He gently shakes your shoulders, willing you to wake up and be okay. His family all arrive at once, staring at the two of you on the floor. 

“Why couldn’t you just stay in bed? Dummy.”

He slips his hands under your knees and arms, lifting you off the ground. Your skin is hot to the touch but you’re shivering, sweat rolling down your temples. He carries you back to his room, laying you down in the bed and covering you in blankets. 

He knows rationally that you’ll be okay, that your body was just responding to the exertion you put it through today. But emotionally? He’s freaking out. He can’t help but wish he’d stayed home with you, taken care of you himself, laid in bed with you all day. 

Tim tries to distract himself by bringing up water and medicine and a cold cloth for you, but it does little to calm his nerves. Every minute that it takes you to wake up, he only gets more and more anxious. 

Finally, after almost two hours, your eyes flutter open. Your head is pounding and it’s hard to keep from falling back asleep, but you force yourself to stay awake. 

“Tim?” You call out, your voice even raspier than before. 

“Hey, hey, I’m here,” he murmurs, getting up from his desk and kneeling at your side. “How are you feeling?”

“Bad,” you admit, tears threatening to spill. “Really bad.”

He hands you two pills and a glass of water. “Here, take these, okay?”

You struggle to swallow the pills and water but somehow manage. The pain in your body is enough to bring you to tears and you can only hope that the medicine will kick in soon. 

Tim rubs your forehead with the back of his hand. “You’re burning up…”

“I—will you lay with me? I miss you…”

Tim can only oblige. You just look so cute and so vulnerable with your glassy eyes and clammy skin. He wouldn’t dare say no to you right now. 

He kicks off his jeans and t-shirt, trading them for a pair of sweatpants before settling in next to you. He can feel your body heat even though he’s not touching you, and even though he wants to hold you, he’s not sure if he should. 

“Are you hot or cold?” He asks. 

“Cold.”

That’s all the answer he needs before he tugs you into his chest, holding your body gently to his. He places a small kiss on your forehead and makes a silent vow not to leave your side until you feel better. 

-

Wally

“Are you sure you should be going on this mission?” Wally looks at you seriously. 

“Yes. Why are you even asking?”

He presses a hand to your skin, recoiling when he feels how hot you are. “Jesus, you’re hot.”

“Well, hello to you too.” You roll your eyes. 

“Y/n, you don’t look too good. I don’t think you should be coming along,” he looks at you with genuine concern. “You’re running real hot and that’s coming from me.”

“Wally, if I don’t come along, the whole mission is screwed.”

“I know, I know. You’re so stubborn,” he sighs. “Come along but the minute you start to feel worse, you tell me, alright?”

“Alright.”

He flashes you his signature grin, planting a kiss to your nose. He squeezes your shoulders once, before giving you a half assed salute and taking off at the speed of light. 

You smile after him, but your smile fades once he’s out of sight. Your head is spinning and your whole body feels like it’s on fire. With the way your muscles are aching, you’re not sure if you’ll even be able to finish the mission. 

Still, you have to try. 

————

Going on this mission was a mistake. 

It feels like every floor of the sinister science institute is filled with more and more baddies, tougher ones too. You were beat after the first floor, but now that you’re on the fifth, with three more to go, you’re not even sure if you’ll make it. 

You can hear Wally up ahead, zooming back and forth and taking out any baddies in his way. You know he’s partly doing this for you—trying to clear the floor and make things easier on you. He’d asked you one more time before you entered the facility if you were feeling up to it, and after you insisted you were, he didn’t bother to argue. 

You almost wish he did, though. Your head is spinning, everything hurts and everything is so hot and sweaty. You try to force yourself to stay awake, but even you know your movements are slow and sluggish and you’re a danger to all of your teammates. 

Nightwing is somewhere behind you, insisting there’s an air duct he can sneak through to get to the main lab before they evacuate. A part of you wishes you’d gone with him. At least then you wouldn’t be stuck leaning against a wall, desperately trying to get your bearings. 

You force yourself onto your feet, stumbling down the hall after Wally. You only make it a few steps before your muscles turn to jello and the black spots crowd your version.

You go limp, your mind retreating far, far away. 

Wally turns around just in time to see you go limp, and he’s speeding down the hallway and catching you within a fraction of a second. He doesn’t give you the chance to hit the ground, his arms already under your knees and shoulders, ready to carry you to safety. 

Your skin is hot to the touch, hotter than it was earlier. He shakes his head at you. He knew this was gonna happen. He knew you would push yourself too hard and end up getting yourself hurt. 

He gets you out of the building and into the jet you and some of the other Titans had taken to get there. He hates the thought of leaving you there, but he knows you would never forgive him if he abandoned the team now. 

Still, he only gets more and more anxious the longer the mission takes. The second Dick secures the samples he was looking for, Wally is taking off. He’s got you in his arms, speeding back towards your shared apartment. 

He’s got you home in a matter of seconds, changing you into a pair of his boxers and one of his old t-shirts. He tucks your boiling body into bed, covering you with blankets up to your waist. 

He doesn’t really know how to take care of someone when they're sick. Whenever he was sick as a kid, he would always just eat ice cream and play video games. That, or he would sneak out and go hang out with Dick or Connor. 

But he knows you need more than ice cream and video games right now. 

He decides on grabbing you water and digging through your cabinets to find any medicine that could possibly help. He tries to remember what his mom did for him when he was young, and all he can think of is a cold cloth on his forehead. Still, that’s better than leaving you there to boil to death. 

He lays the cloth gently on your forehead, leaving your water and medicine on the nightstand for when you wake up. 

He changes out of his suit, opting for a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. Of course, you’re wearing his favorite t-shirt, but this one will have to do. He settles into the bed next to you, turning on the tv. He tries to keep the volume and the brightness low. 

After what seems like forever, you start to stir. Everything is too bright and hot when you open your eyes, and it has you squirming and crying. Wally is grabbing your hand as soon as you wake up, using his other hand to press the cold cloth into your forehead. 

“Shhh, babe, it’s okay.”

You clench your eyes shut and shake your head. “E-everything hurts so bad!”

He reaches across you for the water and the medicine, holding the glass up to your lips so you can take a sip before popping the pills into your mouth. You gladly swallow them, relaxing slightly at the taste of water. Wally sets the glass on the nightstand, resting his hands on your thighs. 

“I’m sorry for pushing myself so hard…I’m sorry that you had to clean up after me.”

“Aw baby,” he grins at you, but it’s not as wide and carefree as it usually is. “You know how much I love rescuing damsels in distress.”

Classic Wally, trying to make you laugh even when you feel like you’re on your deathbed. He rubs your thighs gently up and down, trying to soothe you. 

“Did the mission at least go okay?”

He kisses you gently, “don’t you worry your pretty little head about the mission, okay?”

He goes to pull away but you weakly wrap your arms around him, trying to pull him to you. He wraps his arms around your shoulders, holding you tightly. 

“It’s okay baby,” he whispers. “Everything is gonna be okay. I love you so much.”

[pocket-watcher]

“Well I need someone to test it.”

Having a best friend who ran a potion shop was not the advantage you’d originally thought it was.

Some friends asked you to move furniture, others asked you to stand guard whilst you performed summoning rituals…

And some asked you to blindly try their newest potion without telling you what the potion was even supposed to do.

“No. No way in hell, Julia. Get your apprentice to do it.”

“He’s out collecting ingredients and who knows when he’ll be back. Come on, just a little taste! Mmmm… yummy!”

“And you talking to me like a child is supposed to entice me? I said no.”

The cauldron bubbled away. It was a sickly pink. You felt yourself sweating just looking at it.

“…free health potions and invisibility potions. For a month.” She cocked her head confidently.

“…fine.” You snatched the ladle from her and took a sip, trying to ignore the devious smile on her face.

“Lovely! Now let’s sit you down here.” She tipped an hour class. “It shouldn’t take too long to kick in.

“Why can’t you just tell me what’s supposed to happen?”

“Because we need to make sure it works and you’re not being influence by how you think you’re supposed to feel.”

“Uh… okay.” You twiddled your thumbs for a few minutes. At one point you’d thought you felt too hot but then it turns out that was just you panicking for a moment. It soon passed.

“You really don’t feel anything at all?” She’d asked. Julia had poked and prodded but, nope, you felt as… well, not normal. You never really felt normal. But you’d felt nothing out of the ordinary for yourself yet.

“Sorry, Jules, nothing.”

She grabbed either side of your face and pulled you close to her. You turned red.

“Really? No urge to… do anything right now?”

You thought about it. Julia was attractive, sure. And the sudden closeness did stir something within you. But she was your best friend, so, no. You weren’t about to throw that away on a stupid comment.

“Uh, nope?”

“Kiss me.”

You jumped back.

“W-What?!” You spluttered. “Why would I do that!”

“Because I fed you a love potion! You’re supposed to be head over heels for someone by now…”

Love potion?! Oh no… but, you didn’t feel anything did you? At least, no more than normal…

“You fed me a love potion. God, you’re so fucking lucky that it didn’t wo-“

The bell rang lightly as the door opened.

Shit.

In walked Julia’s assistant. What was his name again? Who cared, to be honest. His bouncing black curls and his sparking eyes and his-

Focus.

Was it hot in here? I felt my arousal growing already.

“Sorry it took me so long!” He laughed, placing down his shopping bags. “I got sidetracked.”

His voice melted into my mind. Why should he apologise to us? He did nothing wrong.

“Oh, hi there! Mind giving me a hand with these?”

Julia dismissively waved her hand. The bitch. “That’s what I pay you for. Leave him, he can do it himself.”

But. I couldn’t. I felt like he could ask anything of me and I would do it. I had to do it.

I scooped up a bag from him. I felt the pleasure of obedience filling my whole body.

“O-oh, thanks!” His smile beamed into me and it was like he was the only thing I could see.

Julia looked between myself and him. A lightbulb went off in her head.

“Ah… I see. How are you feeling now?” She grabbed her quill ready to take notes.

“I feel great.”

It was the truth. How could I not feel great when he looked at me like that. When he was about to give me another order.

“…Are you two testing potions?” He asked, putting down the bag. He gestured for me to hand mine to him. I eagerly obliged. His fingers brushed against mine as I did so.

“Yes we are.” Julia smiled wickedly. “Oh, what’s that? You want a kiss?”

He choked slightly, trying to play it off as a cough. “W-what? A kiss? What are you- oh no…“

But it was too late. I was already kissing him.

The contact made me drunk. Dizzy. I needed more more more-

My hands found their way to pulling him closer. Deeper.

His squeaks of surprise were delicious. His moans even more so.

“Well, I’ve got all my notes. Come find me when this wears off, okay?”

By the time Julia closed the door behind her I was already on top of him.

[lost-the-narrative]

wowza

glad i have your attention ig :)

for context, here's the original post i made

sorry about not following up on this for like 3 days lmao, got very much sidetracked by life.

here's more of my silly little gravty falls AU

~~~

So I've always been a big fan of the idea that Stan isn't dumb, he just doesn't learn the same way as Ford does. But nobody ever cared enough to try and accommodate for that difference, so he was just labelled as inferior. Add that to the fact that Stan just doesn't really try if he's not interested in something, and you get the idea.

And of course Stan had to get the Stanleymobile from somewhere, right?

So here's my AU:

Stan and Ford are out and about—they're around 15 years old, in their sophomore year of high school—and they walk past this small mechanic/car repair shop. Stan had never seen it before so he gets curious and wanders off, and Ford doesn't notice because the fucking nerd brought a textbook with him.

He walks up to the main garage of the shop, and sees a car in the corner of the shop, and it's beat up and broken down to hell and back. He notices how absolutely shit it looks, but something in the back of his mind sees the potential in it. So he goes up to the shop's mechanic and asks about the car.

The mechanic basically tells him that the thing is a lost cause, and it's been sitting there for around a decade. And Stan, like a dumbass, takes that as a challenge. So he tells the mechanic that if he can get that car running, then he gets to keep it. And the mechanic is honestly impressed by the sheer balls of this random kid to propose such a thing with such confidence, so he takes Stan up on his deal.

So now Stan is going to that little shop on a daily basis. He's fixing up the Stanleymobile, and the mechanic is teaching him everything he needs to know about cars and mechanics and engineering, and Stan is actually getting it. And he's helping out as much as he can aside from working on the Stanleymobile, by helping fix up other clients' cars and cleaning up around the place.

Eventually, the mechanic gives Stanley a part-time job there, getting paid. But after all this, he never tells his family, because he honestly enjoys what he's doing, and some selfish part of him wants to keep it for himself. But he also doesn't want to seem like an asshole, so he starts secretly using his money and mechanical expertise to start helping around the house.

And slowly, his family and his teachers start noticing. Because things are randomly getting fixed and Stan is improving in school. None of them say anything though, because they don't exactly know why it's happening, but they're certainly not complaining.

Ford, however, is the one to take most notice. He starts realizing how Stan is always going off to do his own thing without him. How Stan is somehow improving in school on his own (Stan sometimes brings his homework with him to the shop and the mechanic explains it to him in a way he understands). The way that Stan isn't clinging to him as much anymore, or pestering him about the Stan O' War as much.

At first, Ford wants to be happy about this, because he's getting his own space to be a person outside of Stan's twin. But then he starts getting really distressed about it, because Stan is actually behaving really weird and not like Stan. So he ends up confronting Stan after a few weeks. Eventually though, Ford gives up, because as long as Stan is happy, then he's happy, and besides it'll all go back to normal soon. A year and a half later though, and now Ford is the one clinging to Stan, and Stan honestly doesn't mind but he is a bit confused.

So this goes on for two years, and right before Stan's 17th birthday, the summer before his senior year, he manages to get the Stanleymobile running. And the mechanic immediately tells Stan how proud he is of him, and Stan starts tearing up on the spot.

Fast forward to his second semester of senior year, and the science fair and West Coast Tech thingy still happens. And Stan is still pretty upset that Ford is gonna be going off to some fancy college without him, because despite his academic improvements, he still doesn't believe that he's good enough for that kinda stuff. So he still goes into the gym and yells at Ford's project, and he punches the table and the screw falls out. But this time as he goes to fix it he notices that something's… off about it. The body of the machine looks weird and its movements are kind of janky and oh Moses he needs to tell Ford about this!

So he rushes home, gets Ford, and drags him to the gym to show him the project. Ford initially doesn't see anything wrong with it, and suspects that Stan might be pranking him. Stan, though, emphasizes his point by starting to explain it, but using a lot of mechanical terms. And Ford is honestly just confused on how Stan knows any of this. 

Ford trusts Stan though, so he and Stan start taking the project apart right there on the floor of the school gym to figure out what went wrong. And Stan is just explaining what parts are wrong, what's missing, and woah Ford that is a really shoddy wiring job. Ford, meanwhile, just stares at Stan like he's suddenly turned into a completely different person, and Stan has to explain that no, I'm not a clone, I just like cars. This thing here is basically just a weird sorta car.

It's the shittiest explanation ever, but Ford takes it in stride, and they start fixing and rebuilding the perpetual motion machine. However, it ends up taking them all night, and before they know it there's other students and teachers flooding into the gym, and the college people are there, but they still keep working on the project. There's even a teacher that sees them, and sees the broken project and assumes that Stan broke the project so the teacher comes and starts berating Stan and they have to explain that they're working on it together, while continuing to fix it.

And then suddenly the college people are there, and they're asking if there's an actual project to see. And the Stan twins are like "no, BUT—" and they start explaining the machine together, with Ford going into the theoretical mathy stuff, and Stan filling in the blanks for the actual mechanics.

And the college people are listening and they let it slide, because the math is near-flawless and the mechanical portions are incredibly thorough. And then not even a week later, BOTH of the Stan twins are getting letters from West Coast Tech, saying that they BOTH got scholarships into the school, with Stan getting into their engineering program, and Ford getting into their theoretical research program. And they're both super excited, because they can both do what they like and they won't have to be separated.

And the Wonder Twins go to West Coast Tech together!

[lowkeyrobin]

Think you could write about quacks and his s/o bonding over qsmp? Like they start as friends and then as their characters bond they realize not only the avatars are catching feelings but themselves too? So when qsmp meets up irl it’s all tense because of their obvious crush

ooooo yes of course!! ; thank you for the req !! ; present/future robin here I failed the mission I got totally sidetracked w this I'm so sorry LMFAO

QUACKITY ; platonic romantic partners

summary ; you and Alex meet on the QSMP and develop weird feelings just before the Brazil meetup

warnings ; language

genre ; fluff

word count ; 1.2k

masterlist

You'd been invited to the QSMP a few months ago, joining with Tubbo, Niki, and some other content creators you didn't know. You were a fairly small streamer, having a few thousand Twitch followers and a couple hundred subs.

Quackity decided to allow you on the server because some of the eggs were begging him to add you because Charlie Slimecicle had made you canon in lore. They wanted to meet the God by the name of Y/n terribly, so he sighed and reached out to you asap. He'd been planning the prison lore and had been working hard, and did a lot of research on you.

You'd been friends with Tubbo and Niki for a long while, and streamed with them here and now. You often did trio streams on Minecraft or did method acting streams for the laughs. Once they heard Alex might let you in to the SMP with them, they were jumping with joy.

But, thankfully, you were allowed in.

You'd started working on a weird star-crossed lovers / slowburn romance storyline with Alex, corny and cheesey, but thankfully contrasting to many of the other romance storylines on the SMP so far.

As your character arcs grew and progressed, so did you as people. You both began to realize that there was very undeniable romantic tension in the room and at the perfect timing, considering the Brazil meetup was right around the corner. You noticed not long after both Niki and Tubbo called you out on the "symptoms of loving Quackity" that Twitter and Tumblr had created the y/s/n tag. You were opened to a whole new world of fanfiction and fanart, which was no doubt adorable.

But, again, that meetup was right around the corner. You couldn't wait to meet your new friends, yes, but you were scared and worried that you'd make everything awkward with Alex. But, hopefully, it'd be a fun ride meeting up with your platonic boyfriend for the first time, and you'd make some amazing memories with all these people you'd met on the way here.

Quackity posted a tweet!

You quickly click on the notification, revealing the post already gathering hundreds of likes.

"Meeting my partner in Brazil soon ❤️"

You smile, quickly typing a response.

"what partner? 🤨🤨🤨"

🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

You wrap Quackity in a tight, warm hug, both of you bouncing off the walls at the mere sight of each other.

"Hi, platonic partner!" He giggles, jumping up and down as you two bounce in circles.

"Hi, platonic boyfriend!"

After that, the meetup was totally awkward. You both were obviously crushing on each other, but in an oh-so-typical fashion, didn't realize the others' feelings.

Tubbo stares down at you, trying to either catch your attention or intimidate you as you sit on the couch with Jaiden and Niki. You look up, seeing the brunette boy staring into your soul.

"Hello, Tubbo"

"Y/n. Go flirt with Quackity. I'm delivering a message"

"What?" You blink, glancing over at Alex standing with Roier, Cellbit, Etoiles, Foolish, and Tina across the room. "Why?"

"Because you've both been very awkward this whole time and it's obvious there's lingering sexual tension and it's annoying everyone that he won't make a move so I'm trying to get you to do so" He quickly speaks, hands heald behind his back.

You slowly look over at Niki and Jaiden, looking to you with wide smiles, like they were begging you to do it. You roll your eyes and groan, standing up with the help of Tubbo's outstretched hand, accepting the challenge.

"Hell am I even saying to him?" You question, running a hand through your hair due to the nerves.

"Ask him out." The three speak in unision.

"Oh, yeah, it's as easy as that," You sarcastically remarks.

You catch his gaze across the room, his sunglasses resting on top of his hat. You lightly wave with an awkward smile, which he sends right back, a little bit of red dusting his face. You feel your face warm up as you quickly look away, staring daggers into Tubbo's eyes.

"Nevermind, pal" You speak, sitting your ass right back down as you were to embarrassed after that interaction.

"Shit!"

🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

The following day, you were out on a walk near the beach with Alex, Cellbit, Tina, Niki, and Roier. Tina and Roier were picking up damn near any seashell they could find, hosting a contest of who could find the better shells for Cellbit. Both of them were basically racing down the sand, yards ahead of the rest of you.

Niki and Cellbit chatter with Quackity about God knows what. Meanwhile, you were taking pictures of them and the beautiful scenery around you. You select about four or five to post to your Instagram, and title it 'platonic boyfriend made it awkward /hj. I don't wanna leave this beautiful place'. You click post and go to the QSMP Brazil Meetup Discord, and send the pictures to the photos channel for anyone in the pictures who wanted to save them.

You put your phone away for a while, drifting behind the trio as you slow your pace, having found a crab and wanting to look for some buried shells in the sand. You feel your phone buzz a few times, either being Instagram or Discord notifications. You ignore it, wanting to soak in the fresh, salty ocean air and the feeling of sand sticking to your hands and falling into the crevices of your shoes and socks.

While you catch up to the others about a football field away at this point, you take your phone out, wanting to check what those buzzes were. Instagram, not so surprisingly. But what was surprising was them being comments from Quackity.

'what if I didn't want you to only be my platonic partner 🤨 what then???'

'y/n please catch up to us they're bullying me now'

You read Niki and Roier's replies, smiling as you do so.

'y/n/n he's crying because he wants to be with you so bad'

'make the suffering end already, y/n'

You shove your phone back in your pocket and begin to jog down the shoreline, attempting to catch up to the five as the sun begins to slowly set over the water.

Once you reach them, you notice Alex's clammy hands on your shoulders and how fast he was speaking, cheeks red as ever. The other four stand off to the side, not directly watching but definitely listening as they look over the shells that Roier and Tina had gathered.

"Y/n I am so hopelessly in love with you and I wanna be your romantic boyfriend, not just your platonic boyfriend, because it's been driving me crazy for months. And everyone keeps telling me you feel the same way, so if I did this for nothing I might actually cry"

"You literally just asked me out on a beach, I don't even know if I'm dreaming-"

Quackity cuts you off by lightly pinching you. "You're awake! Sorry, fuck. I'm just, shit, if you need time, it's fine. This is just really embarrassing"

"How do you think I feel?" You joke, lightly smiling.

"You're a dick" He laughs

🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

"I changed my Instagram bio to 'quackitys platonic romantic partner"

"Wait, hold on, lemme match yours!"

"Wow, stealing my heart, and now my ideas?"

"Shut up!"

[juulieez]

"It's Freaky Friday" - Kafka x Reader PT. 1

♡⌒*:ﾟContent: sub fem!reader, choking, oral, degrading/praising, teasing, oral sex (reader receiving) ♡⌒*:ﾟProofread this time, hopefully I didn't miss any grammar or spelling errors

Recently you've been recruited to be apart of the Stellaron hunters and was nervous about it, but quickly adjusted to what you had to do. You got to develop more of a relationship with the other members and liked what you were doing. However, Kafka has taken a liking towards you... a very huge liking, but wasn't too open about it. Kafka could read you like a book, and she knew you were soft and submissive but didn't want to show it. After a long stressful day, you wanted to relax and have some alone time from all your worries, so you go to sit outside but then you remember you have other work to catch up on. You think to yourself that this is going to be impossible to get done, you get up and immediately rush to continue but you bump into Kafka on the way. "Oh my god! I'm so s-sorry...." you say, stuttering on your words. "Oh? I've seen you around before." She gets up and wipes the dust off her clothes. "R-really? You have?" You look incredibly flustered and your eyes seem to draw towards her cleavage. "Oh? I know what you're staring at by the way. I know I know, I have big boobs but that's not the main focus of this conversation, is it?" "Cmon, I'll take you somewhere else so we don't get too sidetracked... you don't mind that right?" You seem a bit skeptical of her asking to go somewhere private, but end up caving in by her lust. "O-okay then..." You get interrupted by her as she grips onto your hand with no explanation, taking you somewhere that you don't know of. You start to think whether saying yes was a good idea but you'd be proven wrong. She takes you to a hidden room and locks the door without your knowledge. "Where are we?" You stand there, confused. Kafka stands behind you and starts grabbing your breasts. "I know you want me." She whispers in your ear. "W-what!?" You stand there all flustered, but you can't help to enjoy it. She grabs your throat with her thin, soft hands slightly choking you. "Be a good girl for mommy" "I know you want it." You take in the pleasure and can't help to let about a few whimpers. Because of how loud you were getting she chokes you harder to shut you up. "I said be a good girl you fucking mutt. What a whore, you can't even listen to something simple." She stops choking you and pulls down your pants licking your clitoris. "Ahh~ I can't hold in my m-moans..." you start whimpering and grab Kafka's hair while pushing her face into your clit. You continue to moan as she starts licking faster. After a while, she gets her face out of your clit and looks up at you. "I can tell you're really liking what I'm doing...." She gently caresses your thighs. "I do.... mommy" you say under your breath, nervous on what Kafka might do next. "What if I just...." she gently slides her fingers up your clit and moves her fingers and back forth so you can feel the pleasure. "Oh! I guess this is gonna work~ I already have you letting out your cute noises. You little slut." she whispers in your ear, moving her fingers faster. You begin to let out all the noises you tried to keep in but couldn't help it, continuing to take in the pleasure... NOTE: Hello guys! I've been less active sadly and I wish i had more motivation to write, but I'm trying my best :), I plan to get out pt. 2 before I start school so don't worry

[elysian-fawn]

I sent in an ask and realized immediately after that I forgot to put in my DR 😭 I put in a separate ask w it but it's probably best if I just resubmit my request so it's all there in one place. So so sorry about that! 🙇‍♀️

I was hoping to get a v day read if you weren't too backed up with them. My DR is Genshin Impact and my S/o is Diluc Ragnvindr. I was hoping if you could tell me No. 5 and No. 8. Thank you again and my apologies for the unintentional spam 😅

  . ۫ ꣑ৎ   . hi hi !!!! dw for the spam you don't have to apologize ahsjdhas , the msg in your previous ask was really sweet ,, i appreciate it <3

i hope this reading makes sense and resonates well with your dr relationship and that you like it as well !!!

⟡ what does life in general feel like with them ? ⟡

𝒞ards ⦂ 𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑠 , 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑒 , 𝑒𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑠 , 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝑢𝑝𝑠 , 𝑝𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝑢𝑝𝑠 , 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑡

when i pulled out the ace of pentacles , the throng of lush bushes in the background caught my eye and i immediately pictured the two of you working at the dawn winery together ,, you learning the craft of vinification ,, just like being the second head of the winery basically bahahsdbs

like it’s a slow , relaxing ( ? ) life ,, i thought of a cottage core type of aesthetic but like i’m sure you aren’t living in a cottage ꒰ or maybe you are ?? i dunno T  T ꒱

you might even adopt a really affectionate cat together ꒰ i say this because my cat came into my room and immediately jumped on my bed to start purring and rubbing his head against my arm 😭😭😭😭 i wish i could include a picture ,, but he looks like he’s the one reading your cards rn LMAOODJSAOSDJ fawn featuring her cat special : tarot readings for five gajillion dollars each !! read specifically by the cat !!! sorry i’m getting sidetracked LMFAOAOSJDASJ ꒱ or just a very friendly pet together , one that runs around the winery and leaves a trail of lighthearted mischief in its path 🙂‍↕️

there’s an almost whimsical aspect of your life after you get together , like life feels more fun for you . i think that fun also comes from learning more about how the winery works and the special behind the scenes you get to peek into and just seeing more into his life and the life you’re building together . it’s just the perfect blend between whimsy and serene ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

⟡ what's the biggest challenge you may face in this relationship ? ⟡

𝒞ards ⦂ 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝑢𝑝𝑠 ꒰ 𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑑 ꒱ , 𝑡𝘩𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠 ꒰ 𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑑 ꒱ , 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛

i immediately got the thought that the biggest challenge that you could come across in your relationship is like not internalizing everything ? idk if it’s your end or his , but there’s this idea of not speaking one's mind , for example if one party upsets the other , and they just like let it fester and sour inside and kinda wall them off ??

lack of proper communication in the realm of being upset with the other is definitely the no.1 thing i think you ꒰ the term 'you' used generally ꒱ might face as challenging with him . like just not being 100% about how upset he made you feel , giving vague unassuming answers , shutting them out and getting too in your head with all of those negative feelings paired with your own negative self-narration that seems to leave one of you in a perpetual state of sourness .

just the general reluctance to bare your heart fully , to express how you really feel , so you retreat into your shell like a hermit crab and pout and sulk all on your own away from the other party which could result in a little disagreement growing and warping into this really ugly fight that stretches on for far longer than it ever needed to be .

songs that may resonate w/ your dr relationship ⏦ﾟ♡︎ ࿐take on me by aha ࿐everywhere by fleetwood mac

[peachiibon]

I think white pearl cookie didnt realize the gift she was given before it was too late. she was given the gift of the sea. not the weather or the waves or the seaweed, but the sea.

sea fairy spoke directly to white pearl. crimson coral cookie says that this was "unheard of." already signifying the sea's bias toward white pearl. (besides the blatant "little moon" comment)

I think the reason white pearl didn't feel anything after the sea foam rite was because shes already been exposed to the bias of the almighty sea. we see later in the story that sea fairy specifically watches over white pearl, and even comes to her aid when she asks for it. it makes me wonder if sea fairy has always watched over white pearl cookie. maybe shes the one that brought the current that carried frilled jellyfish to white pearl.

I furthermore think the reason white pearl only feels the power once embracing the sea fairy tear, is because shes connecting to the source of her power.

and there are more instances where her power is showcased. she hears lord oyster's voice, despite him having crashed most likely nowhere near tearcrown. if this was a power everyone else had, surely her sisters would've told her to stay back?

by taking white pearl cookie's hand, lord oyster no longer feels soggy, and he can breathe again. it seems white pearl knows this power of hers, despite having never been with a land cookie before. perhaps it's just something all gem mermaids can do, but I feel like this is a special gift from white pearl. the fact her Tear gem also grants this power also proves to me that this is something unique to white pearl.

white pearl even says "its the sea, watching over us." maybe it's just me but this is such a specific thing to say. sure, the gem mermaids worship the sea and believe that it is always watching over them, but in this moment? it feels like white pearl cookie just doesnt realize that, actually, this is just her gift.

another thing: when white pearl cookie goes to the sea fairy tear after the sea foam rite, the sea says "Your power can only shine where there is no light." AND DURING THE ECLIPSE ALL OF THE GEM MERMAIDS HAVE THEIR POWERS WEAKENED. BUT WHITE PEARL COOKIE LITERALLY COMMANDS A WAVE TO TAKE LORD OYSTER AWAY AND STILL SPEAKS WITH THE MOON. SHE SHINES METAPHORICALLY DURING AN ECLIPSE, BECAUSE SHES THE ONKY ONE WHOSE POWERS DONT WEAKEN!!!!! and the reason she doesnt shine as bright not during an eclipse is because she thinks shes powerless!! and her sisters are the one that shine!! not her!!

after the gem mermaids chase away the abalone crew for the second time, white pearl literally TALKS TO THE SEA AND SHARES A MOMENT OF YEARNING WITH IT. ARE YOU KIDDING??!?! CRIMSON CORAL COOKIE SAID THE SEA SPEAKING WAS UNHEARD OF!! AND WHITE PEARL COOKIE IS DOING IT CONSISTENTLY!!!!!! WHAT!!!

during the eclipse we're told that the sea fairy tear is noticeably "unstable." but white pearl cookie has no trouble connecting with it once again.

and when she confronts lord oyster, she commands the waves to sweep him away. while her sister, gold citrine cookie, is able to control the waves, white pearl cookie commands them. she speaks to them. and they listen.

when all hope is lost, when white pearl has nothing else, she calls to the sea for help. the almighty sea says "Little Moon's prayers and tears..." and this is actually crazy because you're telling me she wasnt listening to the other mermaids? I'm sure that the other merfolk were begging the sea to stop this attack, but only when white pearl cookie calls out does sea fairy listen. AND THEN SHE TAKES THIS OPPORTUNITY TO GO TO THE MOON SHE LOVES SO DEARLY. GOD GOD GOD AND THE ANIMATION IS SO GOREGOUS I LOVE SEA FAIRY SO SO MUCH . sorry got sidetracked.

anyway after sea fairy creates the tower of frozen waves, white pearl cookie cant help but cry. "this is the love of the sea" she says. she witnesses this beautiful moment and empathizes with the sea itself.

she goes to the sea fairy tear one last time. her heart is being tormented with all of the tragedy that has struck. she calls upon it once more. she remembers what sea fairy said. "you will shine when there is no moonlight." and white pearl remarks how her heart is just as somber as the eclipsed sea. maybe now, she can finally realize her strength, and use it to save her sister, to save her home. she begs the sea. "just a little more" she says. the power is surging and white pearl cookie—

then theres a torpedo. it crashes into the chamber. and white pearl cookie, already full of so much hate and despair and heartbreak, snaps. disgusting, she calls the two-legged beasts that ruined her home she is filled with hatred and wrath. and while the sea can be serene and calm, it can also be unpredictable and violent; non discriminatory in its path of destruction.

the music that plays when black pearl cookie emerges is somber. it is sinister, but it still reminds you that this is a tragedy. the sea's little moon has been corrupted, damaged beyond repair. shes already seen the dark side of the moon, and she cannot go back to the naive mermaid she once was.

she commands the sea once more: "Waves, carve that ship in half and swallow up the Cookies at once!" and the sea obeys.

my interpretation of what happened to white pearl cookie is that she let her emotions of hatred and anger consume her while she was connected to the sea. and the sea responded by giving her what she wanted: the strength to destroy all of the ships attacking her home. she grows in size, her new form fully representing the power she wields.

in conclusion: white pearl cookie had the powers she dreamed of. she just couldn't realize it. and before she could, she was forced into a war that made her forsake all hope. she remarks that her head hurts whenever she thinks about her past.

I think that if white pearl cookie hadn't been so, so damaged by the time she went to the sea fairy tear for the final time, she wouldve fully realized her powers. but that's not what happened.

[brewedfortwo]

not really an ask , but ur comic is what ultimately got me into II. I had heard abt it thru my s/o and others, and i never gave myself the time to dig deep in the show. However coming across this comic and seeing ur artstyle , story, and just overall inspired me to get into the fandom to understand hte comic. thx for makign such a visually pleasing and overall amazing comic

Sorry it took so long to respond! I was so shocked and excited by this ask that i! Forgot to answer it!

I am so incredibly happy this silly lil comic managed to cause such an impact, and seeing more and more of that positive feedback everyday (especially here on tumblr) can really be a moral boost!! A lot of times i think i made a mistake by starting the comic considering how slow i am with it, or how much of a burden it feels sometimes to make art im not particularly exited about. Though ultimately brewed for two NEEDED to be a comic, it wouldnt have been created in any other way considering my questionable writing skills. But ah, im getting sidetracked- im happy this silly lil wholesome feel good project managed to, actually make others feel good! I love angst as much as the next person but indulging in whimsy once in a while is a good refreshener, and im glad to see some people feel the same.

I hope you liked the actual series anon!! Also hope it wasnt a complete shock from this comic to the series because well, you probably realized by now, the only thing the comic uses are it's characters lol. Have a good day!

[coravanlincolnius]

How did your S/I and F/O meet?

Dehya: Cora was on holiday from Mondtstadt to Sumeru and she was in transit through the desert when we met. Her travel group stopped and i approached Cora directly which did scare her but we clicked ever since. I loved Cora on first sight, She wanted to take things easy but eventually i managed to capture her heart. Although later my cheeky rascal (Cora) admitted she had feelings for me the second she saw me for the first time. And now we have been together for like a month or three now if im not mistaken. Time flies! Oh and we are celebrating Cora's birthday tomorrow! Pssst dont tell Cora im planning to surprise her big time Cora: Surprise? Dehya: You sly little rascal i cant have secrets with you around any more *Dehya and Cora laugh* Dehya: Sorry i got sidetracked! So yeah thats the story of us meeting!

[faulty-writes]

Hihi! A little borb told me you were open for requests :D Can I request headcannons of Iida and Kirishima with an s/o with huge antlers and their everyday stuggles like ducking so their horns wont hit the doorframe, trying to clean places they can't reach and randomly puts stuff on their horns that shouldn't be there-

Also P.S. i'm one of ur older followers :))))) I still remember u and your iida works baby gorl-

[ Hello, Hello! Thank you for being a follower! I appreciate the support! Ironically this request makes me think of Beastars. The manga was pretty good, but the ending to it sucked. Anywho, this request sounds adorable. I actually got sidetracked with Eijirou gifs when I was making his banner, he's just too damn cute! ]

Life was difficult for you because of your huge antlers. Frankly, you never thought anyone would want to befriend you, let alone be romantically involved with you. Tenya, however, saw your antlers as unique and whenever you found yourself in trouble because of them, he was always there to help.

"Um, sorry I didn't, hold on!" you groaned in embarrassment when one of your antlers became entangled in a string of garland outside Class A's door. "Please allow me to assist!" Tenya pleaded, naturally he treated you with more protection than others.

When Tenya found you stuck beneath the desk in his room, he said, "May I inquire as to what happened?" You groaned out of embarrassment. "I was just trying to clean your room for you!" He smiled and kneeled in front of you. "You do not have to do such things to show your appreciation. I admire and adore you regardless," he said before helping you get unstuck.

"May I ask what is on your antlers?" You knit your eyebrows, "Huh?" As you reached up, you felt one of the many plastic circles hanging from your antler spikes. "Oh, Bakugou likes throwing things at my antlers occasionally," you replied shrugging, but Tenya crossed his arms clearly annoyed. "I believe I will have to speak to him. This is not amusing nor appropriate behavior to engage in during class." Of course, he wouldn't stand for anyone bullying the one he loved.

"There we are," he stated, having finished wrapping medical tape around your head. He knew your antlers shed every year, and that it was a bloody scene when they did. Naturally, he provided you with minor first-aid assistance. "Are you well?" he asked with loving concern. You frowned in response and carefully rested your head on his shoulder. It was uncomfortable not to have your antlers and during the months it took for them to grow back, you sought physical comfort from Tenya which he welcomed.

"Perhaps we should try an alternative method," Tenya stated when he noticed you struggling to lie down on the grass like your classmates. "Lie on your back and place your head on my lap," he instructed, and though you were a little embarrassed since he had rules about public affection you did as he said and gasped when you could finally see the sky and the clouds that passed by. Tenya smiled, enjoying the sight of your happiness and childlike wonder.

You'd always remember the question, "How on earth did you two get stuck like that?" when you met Eijirou for the first time during a training exercise. Due to his skin-hardening quirk, your antlers got caught, so you were stuck together, but you also remember how he made you laugh to ease your embarrassment.

"Uh, babe what do you have on your-" he paused when he realized bright festive string lights were wrapped around your antlers. "Is it a holiday?" Kaminari asked in confusion, and you shrugged. "No, I just wanted to do something different," you replied, walking past him and Eijirou to your seat. "What does that mean?" Kaminari asked, turning to the redhead who shrugged. "That's just my adorable antler babe for you!" He replied with a toothy grin.

"See now you have your own horns, just like me!" he announced, poking one of the hair spikes on his head. Your antlers had just shed as they do every year, and as usual, you were miserable until they regrew a few months later. Eijirou would always comfort you during this time. Although your hair was sticky from all the gel, you couldn't help but appreciate his efforts.

"Yeah, we did it, babe!" Eijirou screamed, standing among the debris of the wall you had just busted through. While he used his quirk, you used your antlers. He turned, ready to give you a high five when he gasped, noticing one of your antler points had broken in half. Naturally, he tried to help and ripped off a piece of his costume to wrap around the broken part of your antler. "There you go! You're still beautiful babe!"

"Whoa, watch out!" he said, placing his hand on the back of your head to guide you to duck when you entered the room. "Oh um...thanks?" you said, assuming it was the hero in him trying to help. "Well, it wouldn't be very manly if I wasn't looking out for my number one babe!" he replied, but you knew he tended to worry whenever he saw you hit something with your antlers even more so when they happened to get stuck on something.

If there was one thing, he loved doing it was kissing you. This was especially true when the two of you were in his room and he was lying on the bed with you sitting next to him. "Hey babe," he said, catching you off guard when you turned, which gave him the chance to pull you down by your antlers and into a much-needed kiss.

[misc-obeyme]

i just had a major breakthrough last night and wrote four pages of bullet points with random plot ideas, scenarios, and dialogue in my sketchbook 😅 IT WAS SO LATE AT NIGHT I CAN BARELY READ MY OWN HANDWRITING

I'm still trying to figure out the proper term, but Solomon is majoring in music composition !! Wiki says his favorite genre is classical music, and I like the idea he would want to create his own. His main instrument is piano !! But he has basic knowledge of guitar and the violin. (It'll be mainly running into the coffee shop together separately and living their lives, but once they get closer, Sol tries teaching me piano because i wanted to learn- THERE'S A BACKSTORY TO THIS AND ANOTHER PLOT IDEA !!!)

Simeon is also studying at the same college, and is writing TSL online. He has his own website, and Solomon creates pieces to go along with scenes in the book. (This is a whole other plot point)

I think right now it's going "Horror Night/Realizations" (the three of them going to see a movie that Solomon was excited to see, end up at a diner afterwards) -> "Burned CD's/Mammon Playlist Drama" (hehehe- WAIT IT'S NOT ANGST, GOTTA CLARIFY THE RECORD STORE DOES N O T BURN DOWN) -> "Halloween Party w/ Asmo" (A vampire, a werewolf, and a devil. What could go wrong? Or right? 👀) -> "Retail Therapy/Talks" (bookstores are a girl's best friend)

I haven't decided what role every character will play, but Levi makes an appearance with the CD stuff, Asmo throws the party and is studying to be a fashion designer, Satan owns a bookstore that I frequently visit (ANOTHER PLOT POINT AHAH), and Lucifer makes another appearance.

i keep writing things down and then getting more ideas and it feels like one big web, BUT IT'S ALL CONNECTED !! This is so much fun !! So technically yes, apprentice ish on the side, and Mammon does confess (kinda). I HAVE THIS PLANNED OUT BUT I DIDN'T WANT THIS TO GET LONG (IT DID ANYWAY), I JUST WANTED TO SHARE BECAUSE I'M WRITING THIS AS I GET READY FOR WORK AJDJJSD OKAY BYEEE

- ✨ anon

Wow this really is turning into an epic love story for the ages!! I love it lol!

Ohhhh music major, eh?!? My main instrument is also the piano! What a coincidence! Okay, actually, that's really easy to figure out considering my OC is a music demon and he is also known for his piano skills alskdfj. But Arsenios is a demon so he has magical talent that allows him to play any instrument. He's like everything I wish I could be as a musician lol!!! But anyway, got a bit sidetracked there, sorry. I love Solomon as a composer. That just feels like something he'd get lost in, you know? Music can be simple, but it can also be really complicated. And just imagine that guy getting lost in writing some kinda orchestral masterpiece... Or if he did a little conducting too, that baton is basically a magic wand...

Anyway, I love how we're getting all the other characters involved now, too!

See, you've already got the timeline, too!

I mean, what you're doing right now is basically outlining a story! I never outline anything because I am a degenerate, but that's exactly the kinda thing that a lot of people do before writing. So you're setting yourself up for success, I'd say! I mean, it's all whatever, writing is a personal process!

I'm loving your ideas and I'm loving the enthusiasm!! This right here is exactly why I write - because it's fun!

I hope you continue to enjoy coming up with ideas and if you do decide to write it, I hope you enjoy yourself!!