#please I just need short term or day-to-day advice

[icy-book]

Yes Google, talking to a therapist would help with this issue. It would help with a fucking lot of issues. Unfortunately it's also fucking expensive

[accio-victuuri]

xiao zhan - kai xiao zao’s director (Xi Lou) Weibo update : letter to xz to celebrate 6 years of cooperation

"Six Years" To the late-maturing of "Us”

One year, two years, three years, four years, five cold and hot seasons, six springs and autumns; how beautiful is Chinese, there are so many interesting quantifiers to describe 365 days, time is like sand between fingers, no matter how tightly you hold it, it still slips silently from the gaps, piling up into the tall or low sand dunes full of stories on the long river of life, and the wind blows, and the past is flying.

2024 is a year of precipitation. "WM", which has been prepared for a long time, finally meets everyone. We met "WM", and the old friend showed his versatility as a singer. I still remember the first day the album was launched, a friend of mine on QQ com said to me: I haven't seen such a lineup for a long time. Looking at his appearance that had never seen the "world", I calmly said: "Nothing else, just use your heart", turned around and left, hiding my merits and fame. Thinking of the Excel spreadsheet five years ago, we were also new to the world. Actually, I want to say that I know what "WM" has experienced. Its success is not accidental, but the result of the gentleness of spring breeze and rain, and it is inevitable that it has accumulated over the years.

The birthday in 2024 was spent in the crew, which is not unusual. After all, most of the year, greetings were basically in the crew every time, but no matter how busy you are, you have to have a sense of ceremony. Xiao Zao specially customized a birthday cake and sent it to the crew. Then a friend in the studio sent me a picture of many cakes and picked Xiao Zao. Sure enough, the one who understands XZ's heart the most is XZ. After receiving the picture, I praised Xiao Zao because I know that it is easy to work hard for one year on the same thing, but it is difficult to work hard for six years.

I just got back from a business trip. It is now 22:42 on January 4th. I am sitting in my study table. As I write this, the phonograph album happened to play "Confessions of a Night Person". There is a sentence in Mo Yan's "Late Bloomers": "People with good natures mature late, and are forced to mature by bad people. Although they become wise later, they are still kind and sincere." I sometimes wonder why we can walk hand in hand for six years. Are we all a group of late bloomers? "When others are smart, we are stupid and dull; when others weigh the pros and cons, we are sincere; when others have exhausted their scheming and gradually fallen into a state of decline, we just happen to be wise." We are all a group of simple people, which may be the ultimate reason why fate can continue. If there is a chance, I will sing "Confessions of a Night Person" for everyone. This is my favorite.

Some friends told me in private that the 2024 Xiao Zao is a bit dull. In fact, I want to say that compared with the short-term and vigorous forgetfulness, I prefer the long-term mutual support. Companionship is the longest confession. This affection beyond commercial endorsement is worth cherishing forever.

Do you still remember the "Legend of the Condor Heroes" mentioned in "Five Years"? This one-year agreement will finally be fulfilled in 23 days. Xiao Zao invites everyone to watch the movie together in 9 major cities across the country, feel the swordsmanship, and regain childhood dreams together. Oh, by the way, the hero Guo Jing should also be a late bloomer.

We still need to give the "old couple" some sense of ceremony. Today, let's roll up our sleeves, tie up our hair, open our hearts, learn from the hero, and cook with him as wine.

As usual, toast a bowl:

Cheers to simplicity

Cheers to peace and safety

Cheers to health

Cheers to eating well

May the flowers be the same year after year, and the people be the same year after year!

Sixth year, please give me more advice.

[aftgficrec]

Hii ! Any fics where Neil reacts to Wymack subconsciously like he did the first time (flinching/afraid)? Preferably post canon but can also be AUs. Thank you!!

General asks like this can be difficult to search for, but here’s what we found for you. -A

canon divergent longer fics:

‘Hope Was A Dangerous, Disquieting Thing’ here

‘Up On The Roof’ here (soulmates, updated)

‘Pebble Brain’ here

‘Yes, Coach’ here 

‘Neil Josten's No Good Terrible Luck’ here (updated)

‘Take my Kidney. Take my Life.’ here

‘Deals With Devils’ and ‘Not Yours To Bleed’ here (both updated)

short au:

‘The Rabbit Becomes the Fox’ here 

kid fics with dadmack:

‘ten children, one acquarium’ and ‘For little monsters with fragile hearts’ here ‘slow down (you crazy child)’ and ‘Make a Home’ (updated) here ‘Raised on Little Light’ here (completed)

you may also like:

Mary & Nathan's impact on Neil here

Neil goes to therapy here 

post canon:

I Wish I Were Fine, I Thought I Was by pawnofkings [Not Rated, 2509 Words, Complete, 2020]

“Ow, shit!” Wymack exclaims, retracting his arm. There's a slight burn on his skin. Neil stands, frozen, feeling like time itself has stopped. But if it had, then Wymack wouldn’t be moving in his direction and - The pan clatters to the floor, and Neil is several feet away before he realizes he’s moved at all. But suddenly, he’s half-lying on the floor. He stares at his arms, thrown up in front of him as if to protect him, and on the other side of them is Wymack, looking down at him as if he’s just seen somebody die. --- Or: a Fox family dinner goes awry, and Neil struggles to come to terms with his own instincts.

tw: violent flashbacks, tw: child abuse, tw: implied/referenced torture, tw: ptsd

How to Disappear Completely by miauhito [Rated M, 4850 Words, Complete, 2024]

“I nearly cut myself,” He cries, looking down at the floor, “I’m scared, please. I’ve been hurting myself, with cigarettes and getting bruises and fuck I don't know what to do.” He croaks out. He tries to stop himself, but he can't, not anymore. 5 times Neil Josten hurts himself + 1 time he asks for help.

tw: self harm, tw: blood, tw: implied/referenced torture, tw: ptsd, tw: hallucinations

canon divergent:

The Wonder of You by KatherineF [Rated G, (we say T), 3872 Words, Complete, 2020]

Previously recced here

Neil is in complete denial that he is struggling with panic attacks. Andrew thinks it would be a good idea to get a support animal. They figure it out together.

tw: ptsd, tw: panic attacks

You Try Until You Can't by AliceTabitha [Rated T, 3129 Words, Complete, 2018]

Previously recced here

Neil knew before he opened his eyes that this wasn’t going to be a good day. Neil Josten has survived everything thrown at him, and he has countless scars to prove it. After all that, it's not unusual for his days to turn sour, but at least he's got Andrew and his team to help pull him back together in the end. With extra support and advice from Wymack, maybe things might somehow end up alright. For today, he just needs to keep surviving.

tw: panic attacks, tw: implied/referenced abuse, tw: implied/referenced violence

piece by piece, he restored my faith (that a man can be kind and a father could stay) by kal25 [Rated T, 2337 Words, Incomplete, Updated June 2024]

Previously recced here

David Wymack did not raise kids, but he did raise his Foxes. Each one of them, whether they were past, present, or even future, will always have a place in his heart. He understood what it meant to be beaten by a man you called your father, to feel fear and hatred and another dozen emotions all at once. He understood what it felt like for guilt to eat you alive about things that never should have been wrong, and he understood what it meant to not have a place to call home. And he swore, when he became a coach, that he would create a home. He would build one from the ground up with his own two hands, and he would invite every single child who chased Exy like a beacon of hope and had no other place to call home—because that’s what he wished someone would have done for him.

tw: implied/referenced abuse, tw: implied/referenced self harm, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon

and more than a few bleed into you by brekker [Rated T, 4475 Words, Complete, 2018]

Previously recced here

Neil doesn’t know if this is considered protection or insight because Andrew has always been the quicker of the two to know that these moments are transient and Neil will wake up half a country away and want to come back home when this fear and ache to flee settles back down; either before or after he gets himself hurt. It might be one in the same if Neil thinks about it. It reminds Neil of that thing Renee had said once: This, too, shall pass.

tw: nightmares, tw: depression, tw: implied/referenced torture

Hold Each Other by exactly13percent_OLD (hymbeaux) [Rated E, Collection, Complete, 2018]

Chapter 15: I for an Eye [Rated T, 2544 Words] Previously recced here

Neil has his bad memories. He's managed to keep most of them down, but some start slipping out. It's a good thing he's learning how to make new ones.

tw: ptsd, tw: blood, tw: panic attacks, tw: implied/referenced nonconsensual kiss

spirits of martyrdom by sagely_enchanted [Rated T, 6416 Words, Complete, AFTG Fall Exchange 2024]

Neil is pretty sure that he’s drowning, a phantom feeling of a washcloth and water rushing over his head as he stares into the never ending hazel. The blonde of his hair is so bright that it nearly blinds him when compared to the dark of the dorm. He squeezes his eyes shut tightly, willing the image to disappear when he opens his eyes next, but Andrew is still there. - Andrew gets released early from Easthaven and finds Neil at Evermore.

tw: implied/referenced abuse, tw: anxiety, tw: major character injury

till my breathing stops. by plugastwo [Rated E, 94304 Words, Incomplete, Updated Jan 2025]

Neil Josten was a psycho. Foxes knew it. Wymack knew it. Everyone knew it. He and his manic grin were the definition of psychotic. Andrew liked to think, that it was pretty amusing.  ___ where it’s Neil, who takes drugs.

tw: nonconsensual medication, tw: drug addiction, tw: vomit, tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: implied/referenced torture, tw: nonconsensual drug use, tw: nonconsensual kissing, tw: medical abuse, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: violence 

canon divergent a/b/o:

just tonight (i won't leave) by pyruismagician [Rated E, 116319 Words, Incomplete, Updated Oct 2024]

"I told you I don't belong to anyone." "And I told you to quit lying to me, or did you come here to explain why you're pretending to be a beta?" Or Neil just wants to play Exy before he dies but the world has other ideas.

tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced torture, tw: child abuse, tw: animal abuse, tw: nonconsensual drug use, tw: implied/referenced drug addiction, tw: recreational drug use, tw: homophobia, tw: medication addiction, tw: vomit, tw: violence

raven!neil au:

hoping, until the day it dies by infernalstars [Rated M, 27481 Words, Incomplete, Updated Jan 2025]

Nathaniel Wesninski ends up in the hospital with two broken legs. Cast out of the Nest, Kevin Day brings him to the Foxes to recover - emotionally and physically.

tw: self harm, tw: blood, tw: dissociation, tw: flashbacks, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced abuse, tw: ptsd, tw: nightmares, tw: panic attacks, tw: vomit, tw: psychotic episode, tw: homophobia, tw: suicidal ideation

one where Andrew flinches from coach:

What Is It To Truly Lose Control? by BisexualChaosDemon [Rated M, 21281 Words, Complete, 2024]

Most of the Foxes still think Andrew is a monster, or a sociopath, but Neil knows better. He knows that Andrew cares deeply about a handful of people but struggles more than he will ever admit with that fact. The thing is, despite Andrew’s commitment to apathy and to denying that he cares about anything, he is often self-sacrificing in his efforts to protect the people he cares about. As Aaron’s trial approaches, Neil gets the sick feeling that Andrew’s self-sacrificing streak is going too far.

tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced csa, tw: implied/referenced murder, tw: implied/referenced self harm, tw: psychiatric abuse, tw: implied/referenced trauma reenactment, tw: ptsd

Art

THE RUNAWAY art by @coppakee

Poor boy with his precious bag art by @/tryashaa on instagram 

Neil Josten art by @estrophysics

Second Chances, vol. II: Runaways eye shadow palette edit by @mistyyed

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

PALentines day 💋

Bale!Bruce Wayne x reader drabble <3

A/N: we all know about Valentines day, we've beard about Galentines day, now get ready for Palentines day!! A day to celebrate the most platonic of friendships... most of the time.

(I'm sorry that this is so short, I've been trying to write some shorter stuff lately <3)

~Fi 🐝

Please don't copy my work! I put a lot of effort and heart into the things I write.

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Friends. That's what you were. The friendliest, most platonic tier of friends. Okay, you were good friends. You did hang out a lot, and it was always fun. Maybe best friends is a better term. You went to each other for advice and whatever was on your mind, always having someone to confide in.

Bruce was the best best friend, which is why he stood in front of your door with a overly dramatic bouquet of flowers and a disgustingly expensive box of chocolates.

Because, if your friend doesn't have a valentine, you step up and make them a little surprise to brighten their day! ... right? This isn't weird. No, he's just being a good friend, that's all.

At least that's what he told himself when his brows furrowed and a subtle feeling of regret started to seep into his bones. He hated how much this felt like he was actually taking you out and not like a thoughtful gesture you'd get from a friend.

And it didn't help his case of being madly in love with you, either. He hated himself for how much he liked this, being able to pretend that you were more than just friends for even a split second. That he was able to do what he's been wanting to do for years; show you just how much you truly mean to him.

Bruce has had a gray, dull and gloomy life. Everything seemed to go wrong for him, throwing him deeper and deeper into emotional ruin. But then you came along and made everything just that little bit more bearable. You were like his little ray of sunshine that broke through the heavy clouds and make him see the beautiful colors of the world again.

And he knows that he can never give you back just how much you've given him, but some flowers and a box of pralines are the steps in the right direction... right? Jesus Christ, what was he doing? He's just your best friend. God, this IS weird.

And for a beat, he'd actually thought about turning straight on his heel and sinking into a pit of shame once he was back in the privacy of his own home. Bruce huffed in frustration at himself. He'd been standing in front of your door like this, like an idiot, for the past 10 minutes and still hadn't found the courage to knock.

The crease between his brows softened. What if... you appreciated his gesture? What if, this was exactly what you needed after a rough week. Just someone thinking of you. And, what if... you felt the same? A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, along with a pinch in his heart.

Bruce wanted nothing more than for it to be true, to know that you've been loving him just as he's been loving you. He was never a fan of hope, but that's all his lovesick heart was filled with now. Overflowing with the desperate hope that he has the chance to make you his and treat you like the treasure you are.

He had the urge to fall to his knees before you and just let everything spill out, how you made his life better in every way, and that he was but a man who couldn't help but fall for his guardian angel.

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《Tag list》: @allysunny @certifiedredhoodlover @hellonheels-x @gaozorous-rex-blog

[unluckyhoneybee]

All the pretty girls Pt2. (Pyotr Kochetkov)

After all the drama, Pyotr was finally with you and he wanted everything. Smut. Continuation of : All the pretty girls Note: this has sat on my drafts for so long I can't even remember who asked for this. I hope you like it! Warnings: +18. Penetrative sex (p in v), oral (f receiving)

His back muscles moved as he worked in the kitchen. The Canes sweats he wore hung low on his hips. Being used to see him with baggy clothes or his equipment, you were a bit taken aback. It was instantly when your pulse increased and your throat ran dry.

"Hi"

Pyotr turned around fast. Caught in the act. "Hi" He said. Sweat formed on his forehead when he took in your apearence. How were you his now?

"What are you doing?" You walked slowly on his direction and he got nervous.

"Cereal" He said. "For you in bed"

Butterflies filled your belly. Just like when you visited him in Chicago that night and he tried to cook pancakes. It was a complete failure.

"Better than pancakes?"

Pyotr rolled his eyes.

"You try next time"

You nodded in response and took another step. There was a mark on his neck, you remembered leaving it last night. Warmth filled your belly. You had made love in the sofa last night. It had been quick and awkward, both of you too desperate to feel the other to care about anything else. As you had told him, you had all the time now. It had been intense but short and both of you got knocked out as soon as you laid on the bed. But still, you couldn't believe you had felt him like that. He hadn't been shy while pushing his hands under your clothes, or while toying with your underwear. Words hadn't been needed, the lenguage wasn't a problem then, Pyotr only needed to whisper your name and you exactly knew what he needed from you.

Pyotr was looking down at you. His clothes were huge on you, the sleeves too long and the shoulders too wide. He could see your cleavage and shoulders a bit. He just wanted to dive in and take a bite. But maybe you should have breakfast first.

You leaned on his side and hugged his waist with one arm. It was incredible to feel his body react to you. Pyotr wrapped one arm around your shoulders only so he could bring you close. A sweet kiss in your forehead and he spoke.

"Grab cereal, please?"

"Of course. But before..." You got in your tiptoes and kissed his lips. "Good morning"

"Good morning" He said groggily.

You let go of him and picked the bowls. But Pyotr couldn't contain himself and slapped your ass. You gasped and looked at him with big eyes. He shrugged and you laughed in response.

"You are lucky I love you" You whispered. Surprisingly, he caught every single word. Wow. "Hey, babe?"

"Mmm, yes" He quickly grabbed some milk and spoons and sat on the small kitchen table. It was small enough for your legs to touch, but you didn't care. Intantly, your legs were over his lap and Pyotr had a cute blush on his cheeks. He would need a couple of days to come to terms with all of this. Wanting it for so long, it was kind of unbelievable to be like this with you. On your side, it was as if you had lost all the restraints. You always wanted to be this close, to pinch his cheeks, to kiss his lips, to hug him, to sit on him... Now that you could, you wouldn't stop.

Like always, Pyotr set his phone on the table, translator on and ready to help.

"I talk to Andrei"

You frowned a bit.

"Today"

"Oh, again?"

He nodded.

"Uh... I want... Uh..." He shook his head and tyoed on the phone. Then he showed you so you would tell him how to pronounce. That's how you worked and he loved it.

"Advice" A little smile tugged on your lips.

"Advice. Good?"

"Yeah. About what?"

He chuckled and pointed at you. "About me? Why?"

He wrote again and read. "I want to take you out on a date" Slow and clumsy, he pronounced every word on thick accent. "Good?"

"I'd love to go on a date with you"

He looked down at the phone and smiled when the translation appeared.

"Andrei say restaurant to me"

You arched a brow. "Which one?"

He zipped his lips while smiling.

"You teach more English, yes?"

"Of course, sweetheart"

Pyotr had quickly learnt what those little words meant. He had to ask Andrei a couple of times at the beginning and it was so embarrassing to discover it that way because Andrei would always wiggle his eyebrows at him or mockingly call him by your cute nicknames at practice.

"I want to learn Russian too, you know?" You told him. He looked down at the translator and his eyes opened so big.

"Yes?"

"Mhm"

He grabbed your chin and gave you a kiss. Well, you could call him a kiss. He slammed his mouth against yours, his lips swallowing a surprised moan from you. Pyotr was feeling all kind of overwhelming things, maybe because of the shock from last night or maybe because of the exciment of finally having you. And it showed on the kiss. You had a hard time keeping up. So you pressed your thumb on his lips and pulled back only a couple of centimeters.

"What do you want?" You whispered. His beautiful eyes stared at you for long seconds.

"You"

"You have me"

"I know" He nodded, his forehead lovingly nudging yours. "You mine"

"I'm yours" You assured him and gave him a deeper but slower kiss. Damn the cereal, you thought. It can definitely wait.

You got up but barely parted from him, only when he moved back to look at you. Last night, in the middle of the hurry, you had barely taken time to undress. Your shirt stayed on, his trousers stayed on, you didn't remember much more, only that you almost didn't got a peak. So you grabbed the edge of your his hoodie and slowly pulled it up.

Pyotr watched you open mouthed. He had felt you, touched you in any way you let him, but what he had imagined had nothing to do with this. With his English completely forgotten, he spoke Russian, which you didn't understand. So the moment came to halt for a second. "You are the most beautiful woman in the world" He read from his phone after typing exactly what he had said. He wouldn't need to memorize those words like others. He would remember just by picturing how you smiled when you heard him.

You cupped his cheeks and kissed him again, slow, deep, wet, Pyotr was starting to love it. You both had a great contrast. He was more impulsive, more needy. You liked to take it slow. He had his moment last night. He had taken you apart in what felt like a couple of seconds (not that you complained). Now it was your turn.

Pyotr pushed his chair away from the table to give you space right between his knees. He guided you there, bringing you closer while his eyes took in your naked torso. Could he just lean and kiss you and did he need to ask? How could he ask? He didn't want to grab the phone now.

"You are so handsome" You whispered and cupped his cheeks. He looked up and swallowed. "I love your eyes" There was something in you pushing you to speak, to tell him all of that, to let him know how much you adored him. You didn't want him to feel insecure or to think you'd be better with someone else. "And your nose" Your thumb caressed the straight bridge of his nose, then it moved to his cheek right under his eye. He sighed and closed them for a second. Your hand was so warm and soft on his skin. "And your lips" You parted his lips with your thumb and his tongue brushed it softly. Pump and rosy from the kisses, they looked so delicious. You leaned closer and kicked into his mouth. Pyotr felt delirious, his fingers were probably leaving prints in your thighs. His mouth tried to catch yours when you pulled back, which made you smile and him groan. "I'm so lucky to have you. I can't believe I have you" you slid your finger on his mouth and Pyotr whined. "Are you mine?" You spoke slow and clear, making sure he could understand every single word. He eagerly nodded. "Are you?"

Your heart was beating so hard, he was so responsive to you. It was clear that Pyotr would do anything you asked him to do.

"Yours"

"Mine" Finally you kissed him. Immediately, his mouth responded to yours, kissing back just as deep and passionately.

Pyotr needed more, he wanted you already, he wanted you to do something. His fingers eagerly pulled down your trousers. You stepped out of them. You stood there, completely bare and shaking in excitement. Pyotr was watching you with his mouth agape and a hard on hidden on his grey sweatpants.

"Perfect" he laid his hand on your belly and you started shaking. His long and warm fingers moved up slowly as a cheeky grin grew on his lips. Pyotr was the one who, with barely touching you, was making your knees buckle and he was so proud of it. "You want me"

You nodded and bit your lip and he kept going up. His right hand found the curve of your breast and his left your lower back. In a sift movement, he brought you close and caged you with his arm. You laid your hands on his shoulders and your breath turned quicker and deeper.

Pyotr's eyes were on your skin. There were little marks here and there and goosebumps all over the place. He had discovered only a minute ago that you were ticklish right were he was touching you. Your body reacted different. He could point where you were slightly more sensitive. He just wanted to play and use it on his favour.

His thumb moved over the invisible line right under your breast. But you were the impatient one this time. With your fingers on the back of his neck you pulled him closer to your chest and his mouth opened for you. Warm and wet, he wrapped his lips around your nipple.

"Oh, Pyotr" You gasped loudly and he groaned.

Eagerly, the goalie pulled you to his lap and kept you impossibly close to him, with your back straight and your breast right were he could reach them. Perfectly shaped and soft, Pyotr planned on giving them the attention they deserved.

The bulge in his trousers pressed right on your naked core and you moaned. But Pyotr didn't care. He was busy mouthing at your breast, bitting at your sensitive nipples and sucking with his lips until they got impossibly hard. The more he did, the better it felt. Wet from his saliva, it was so easy to roll them with his fingers. And all the stimulation was pooling on your lower belly and shooting pleasure waves right to your clit.

"P, baby... I can't..." Because as sensitive you were, it had never been enough to come undone this way. It only made you a dripping mess right between your legs, were you needed him the most.

But again, he didn't pay much attention. Instead, he palmed at your breast giving softness with one hand while he bit your nipple and pulled on the other. A choked moan broke out of your chest, your head hanging back and your hips pressing harder into his. "Please, please, please"

"What?" He looked up and carefully (the last thing he wanted was to hurt you) he gave your nipple a soft smack. Another pretty sound left your lips and you desperately looked down at him. Your hands, that were cupping the back of his neck, traveled quickly downwards.

"You want what, baby? Say to me" He bit the soft flesh of your boob hard enough to print his lips there and you felt the air leaving your lungs.

"You" You said and grabbed his face with one hand. "I have waited for so long to have you, Pyotr..." He thanked his most recent lessons for being able to catch most of what you said. "So long" You pulled his trousers enough to free him. No underwear. It made you smile.

He lifted you enough so he could push them half way on his thighs. "Better" then he reached his pocket and pulled a condom out.

You chuckled in disbelief. "I will fuck you in all house" He whispered while staring into your eyes. It gave shivers to your already shaken body. Pyotr put the condom on and help you move right above his hips.

"Slow, okay?" You said before kissing him.

"Okay" He whispered back between kisses.

You hugged his shoulders with one arm and pushed your forehead against his. Then, you started to slide him in. Pyotr groaned and bit his lip with that first touch, you closed your eyes tight and tried to breathe through your nose. "Oh babe" You whined. You tried to move, you circled your hips and slowly moved up and down. It was torture for both of you but it took you a bit until you could completely sink in. "Pyotr... Oh god... Y-you are so big" You desperately said as you finally could move freely.

"Yes..." He nodded quickly, he didn't know how to express what he was feeling, he just hoped you could feel it. So he kissed you deeply and grabbed you by your hips and ass cheeks. You were moving slowly, he was thrusting up to you. You could feel him everywhere and his kisses were more intense than ever. You mouthed and bit his shoulders with some newfound hunger.

"Perfect" He groaned against your cheek before gently biting you there.

Maybe it was because you were so in love with him, or the deep connection you two had, but you felt everything in a consuming way. You wanted to cry and grab into him to never let go, you wanted to give in and allow him to do whatever he wanted.

"more, need more" He panted. "Please, give me more" He begged. With those big brown eyes looking at you. You whimpered. But Pyotr was big and your legs felt like jelly.

Your fingers gripped his shoulder and the back of his head and the groan that escaped his lips was so delicious you had to kiss him. He could feel you needed some help, so he grabbed handfuls of your ass to help your moves (not that he complained).

You moaned loudly at the quicker pace. But for Pyotr, it wasn't enough. He grabbed you and a second later you were on the table. You gasped loudly and gripped his arm. "P"

"I have you" He said with a soft smile and slid back in you. Your eyes rolled back with the new angle and he chuckled. "You like it"

"I love it, I love you" You panted with big doe eyes. "Fuck"

Now Pyotr was in charge, now he could do as he pleased. But he was determined to make you enjoy and remember this for a long time. He pushed you back and you lay on the cold surface. You were a goddess, he was so sure of it now. He must have been a good man if the universe had sent you to him. While his hips moved slowly, very different from what he had begged for, his hand crawled its way up from your belly to the valley of your breast and then your neck. Your breath hitched for a second and you closed your eyes when he put some pressure in there. But then he kept moving and with a particularly hard thrust, Pyotr let his thumb slide in your mouth. You looked into his eyes as your lip wrapped around his finger. There were sweat beads on his forehead and chest. He was flustered and his hair was falling around his face. It was unreal. So you sucked his finger, you did just as you would suck him, swirling your tongue around and teasing with your lips. And Pyotr lost it.

A soft pop sounded when he pulled it from your mouth and it was followed by a moan when he started rubbing circles in your clit. Your legs shook around his waist and your hand flew to your breast. Laying on the table like that, Pyotr took mental notes of how you looked.

"Good? Feel good, yeah?"

"So good"

Now he was quicker. He was trying to reach all the pleasure you gave him. He was on cloud nine with you around him, his hands on your hips and your eyes on his. And he knew he wouldn't last much longer but he didn't care when you looked like you were fallen apart in a desperate need for more, more pleasure, more Pyotr.

That was exactly how you felt, with the climax right there, the pleasure so high but yet not enough.

Pyotr felt it, hard and like lightning, he came undone without warning. More vocal than ever, his hips thrust harder while you desperately scratched his abdomen. Don´t leave me like this, please. Your eyes said. But for a few seconds, he was blinded by the intense pleasure over his body. He barely heard your cries, "Please, please, please" You begged.

"Yes, yes" He said.

His legs thanked him when he knelt in front of you, they could barely keep him upwards after that. Not giving you enough time to process anything, he dived in between your legs.

You sat so you could see him. His eyes were closed and was simply giving you everything he had. It made your head spin. Vibrations were sent over you every time you ran your fingers through his hair. With all the passion he put in, he made you come with his mouth in only a couple of minutes, bringing you closer to the edge of the table and his face to get the last taste until it became unbearable.

Shaking and grabbing into him the best you could, you cried in pleasure until you had actual tears in your eyes. "Stop, stop" You said pushing him away.

Pyotr sat back on his heels and looked at you. You were shaking, he didn't know if it was cold or everything else. You had bite marks on your chest and shoulders, they would probably fade, but he was proud for now. Your chest was heaving slowly with deep breaths.

"I love you" He simply said as if he didn't look like a tornado had run over him. His hair was so messy and his skin so pink and sweaty.

You laughed in disbelief. "I love you too, P"

He grabbed your ankle and leaned closer to leave a warm and soft kiss on your leg. You caressed his cheek with bright eyes.

Then he tried to get up and groaned when all his muscles complained. You giggled.

"You try walk and I laugh then" He said pointing at you with irony in his voice. You laughed and flipped him off.

He threw the condom to the bin and then came to help you down the table, giving you a look when you huffed. "This is all your fault"

He frowned. "Fault?"

"You made this, Pyotr!" You exclaimed with fake annoyance.

"Oh yes, I did" He said chuckling, but then he pulled you close and kissed the top of your head. "You will be fine"

You kissed his chest and nodded. "Shower?" You suggested.

"Yes please" He giggled and reached to your hair. "You have cereal"

With that, you both started laughing, pure happiness floating in the room for being finally together. After waiting so long, he finally had the girl of his dreams.

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Do you think Riddle is so short because of what his mom made him eat ?

Like only making him get the perfect amount of calories like in his overblot backstory

Maybe it is because his mom is also short? Anyways she doesn't seem tall, also where is his dad.

***PLEASE NOTE: I am NOT speaking as a dietician or a doctor; the information and interpretations presented here are based my own scientific knowledge and research, and apply ONLY to the analysis of a fictional character. This post is NOT meant to be taken as any sort of medical or dietary advice.*** Personally, I'm not of the belief that Riddle is short due to his controlled dietary intake. In very simple terms, calories can be thought of as the fuel you burn to get through activities. While a caloric deficit can contribute to stunting of growth, I don't think this applies to Riddle since he lives a relatively sedentary lifestyle (sitting and studying) and is provided an adequate amount of calories per meal. I want to take a quick moment to dispel the commonly held belief that Mrs. Rosehearts underfeeds Riddle. This seems to sprout from a misinterpretation of a line in 1-25 when she is serving Riddle a birthday meal. Here, she states the exact amount that Riddle must have in order to not overshoot 600 kilocalories. This is led some fans to think that Mrs. Rosehearts restricts Riddle to 600 kilocalories a day, which is just not true. From the dialogue, it is clear that Riddle is granted 600 kilocalories per meal. Assuming 3 meals a day, that means 1800 kilocalories per day, which is very close to the recommended 1745 kilocalories for the average 8-year old boy (not accounting for fluctuations from individual child to individual child). This is a perfectly normal intake, but is appears strange at first glance because very few parents actively calorie count what their child eats to this extent.

Back to the original topic, nutrient intake also contributes to height. (Think of nutrients as the building blocks to a building called your body, and the calories as workers or the 'energy' that assembles the building/your body.) However, that doesn't mean that I think Riddle didn't get enough nutrients; it is possible to have low calorie meals which are nutritious. (For example, athletes may have to follow specialized diets in order to attune their bodies to whatever sport or activity they do. Similarly, Vil crafts a diet for the VDC/SDC squad in book 5 which cuts out junk food, is overall lower in calories, and still provides the group with the energy they need for practice.) Mrs. Rosehearts has dialogue where she describes the nutritional content of the meals she has prepared, which seem to be tailored for brain function. I'm going to assume that those meals also adequately provided for Riddle's other nutritional needs. I don't have reason to believe Mrs. Rosehearts, a doctor and mother who is detail-oriented and hellbent on her child's success, would knowingly and intentionally sabotage his health.

It’s canon that maintaining physical wellbeing makes for a good mage (which is why NRC makes its students take P.E.). Additionally, eating well is said to be one way a mage can make a recovery from blot accumulation. If Riddle were eating poorly and/or was of poor health, that would only mean struggles with concentration and his magic suffering the consequences—and that’s very much counterintuitive to the success that Mrs. Rosehearts envisions for her son.

You don’t need an abundance of calories or nutrients for growth and development. The excess will get stored as adipose tissue/fat or (depending on the nutrient) exit the body as waste. It’s important for a child to be fed well in order to grow properly, but generally if they aren’t malnourished (ie getting less than what they need) then they wouldn’t be stunted.

By in large, genetics is the major deciding factor in height. I believe current studies suggest as much as 60-80% of one's height is predetermined by DNA sequences (although those DNA sequences can be altered by the environment and outside other factors). It could very well be that Riddle is just short because his ancestors had the "short" gene. Looking back at manga images of Riddle's mom from the manga, she doesn't seem that short to me. Even when Mrs. Clover is bowing her head to her, both moms appear to be about the same height (if Mrs. Clover were standing). Maybe Mrs. Clover is a little taller (it's hard to say just staring at the image), but not by a lot. If I had to guess, they seem to be about average height for women. That doesn't mean anything in terms of genetics though, you could be any height and still carry the "short" gene to pass onto your children (the shortness trait just isn't always expressed outwardly.)

If I had to guess, I’d say Riddle is just “naturally” short or drew a bad lot in terms of genetics (since his height seems to be a sore spot for him). He’s about that age where most men will stop growing too (although some do grow well into their late teens and even early twenties).

Regarding Mr. Rosehearts, we haven't seen him yet but he's definitely mentioned a few times! He is said to be a medical mage like his wife and is implied to not have a happy marriage with her (according to Riddle). That's about all we know of him now. Some parental figures just get less focus than the other, and that’s the case for Mr. Rosehearts as well as many others (Mrs. Trappola, Mr. Spade, Mrs. Asim, etc.).

It’s possible that the short gene came from Mr. Rosehearts, but we don’t know for sure since we’ve never gotten so much as a silhouette for him. Again though, he could be tall or average but have an unexpressed short gene. I believe many fans headcanon him as short though, as the King of Hearts in the source material is smaller and meeker than his wifez

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Vermillion Seas Cardinal Skies: Chapter 23 - Time for Tea

Aang now has to face his friends after performing the death-defying, incredibly dangerous move of saving one of his biggest enemies. Then he learns a bit more about himself and gains an (old) ally. Meanwhile, Zuko and Katara make final preparations for a trip in a southern direction.

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Good day readers! It's my Birthday! Which makes posting day even better!

That last chapter had quite possibly the most intense scene I've ever written! Oh Aang, why do you gotta be so good? I wonder if there will be long-term consequences for that act.

Now, most importantly, THANK YOU to achillmango for her incredible patience in beta reading/editing my chapters.

Without further adieu, please enjoy a snippet from Chapter 23 - Time for Tea

With shaking hands, Aang stows his glider in the saddle and takes back his seat on Appa’s head. His fingers clench the reins and he can feel his heart pounding relentlessly in his chest. A cacophonous orchestra of drums readying him for what’s to come. The airships haven’t started firing yet, but the men on board look as though they’re waiting for a signal. Then, he's surprised to see them drop their stances. One even nods toward him. He swallows roughly, nods back, and mutters three quiet words to Appa.  Let’s go, buddy.  It was the right thing to do, he tells himself again. He saved Azula. Him. The boy she killed. He could have died. Again. Doomed the rest of the world to fall to the Fire Nation. All because he can’t let go of the idea that he cannot take a life. And he’s going to have to make that impossible choice, for real, and soon. The comet is coming and it isn’t going to wait for him to debate ethics. He cradles his head in his hands and tries to focus on something else - anything else. Sokka’s voice starts softly, but quickly builds in intensity and volume as he speaks. “Aang, I really don’t like swearing around you, but I think this situation calls for it. Just, WHAT THE FUCK  WAS THAT? WHY DID YOU SAVE AZULA?” Not that. “Language Sokka!” Suki scolds. He shakes his head and with a quiver in his voice replies to the older boy. “Not now, Sokka.” He’s still asking himself the same question. Why did he do it? It’s the right thing to do? He can’t handle standing idle anymore? The answer isn’t clear even to him. “Now’s a pretty good time! What could you possibly have been thinking?!” “Sokka–” His voice breaks and he clenches his eyes shut. The world is full of choices we alone must make. His words are caught, struggling between keeping down tears and screaming in anger. Why is everything so difficult? Did he make the right call? Suki’s stern voice interrupts his thoughts and effectively silences the older boy. “Sokka, let it be.” “No.” He forces his voice to sound brave but keeps his gaze forward. “No. No– You all deserve an explanation.”  Keep flying straight, buddy.  He turns to address the grave expressions of his friends. Katara is holding tightly onto Zuko, Sokka is with Suki, and Toph is clinging to her other side. He’s alone up here. Alone. Momo chitters as he climbs into Aang’s lap. At least he’s not totally alone. Their eyes are all on him, waiting for him to speak. “Okay. So. I uh.” A sigh, and a deep breath. “I realized something.” He turns to Katara and Sokka. “Your dad gave me some advice back during the invasion, and I followed it. He told me that I need to do what I need to do, whatever that is. Even if it means making things harder in the short term. And, he said that the world is full of difficult choices that we alone must make. So–” “Dad said that?” Sokka quietly asks. “When?” “When we were flying on Appa toward the battlements. I told him I didn’t know if I could kill Ozai. Sokka, I don’t want to kill anyone. I know it's messed up, but you didn’t grow up the way I did. My people didn’t–”  A biting edge accompanies Katara’s voice as she speaks, “Aang, you didn’t live through what the Fire Nation’s campaign has done to the rest of the world. Not for the past hundred years. You’ve seen what it does now.” Her voice breaks and he can hear the pain in it. “How could you save Azula? She killed you Aang. YOU WEREN’T BREATHING! I spent weeks making sure you could wake up!” 

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Hey!

I'd love to hear from experts advice.

Would you guys recommend a 12cm metal cage with "vertical bars" for a beginner and longer term use? (I don't know if the model has a specific name, it's quite frequent to see this design).

I want to lock my boyfriend for some consecutive days, having him relatively comfortable while he pleases me as well as his daily things. Right now I got him a plastic cage, adjustable in length but that still seems to give him a hard time to put on and, although he seems to cope with the discomfort, I get the feeling it might be a little more than what's right (consider we have no experience), and that's something I feel bad about. The cage I mentioned above should be bigger, so I thought it could be what I'm looking for, but I thought you might be able to tell me.

Thank you so much <3

🔏Tom here. It would have helped if you had a link or a name, but I think I understand what you're asking.

First, for the readers on this side of the pond, 12 cm is about 4-1/2" inches. If you are asking about vertical bars, I'm thinking of a particular cage that shows up in a lot of pictures, but is not really practical.

It seems counter-intuitive, but cages that are more snug are more comfortable in the long run. If a cage is large enough to allow an erection to grow partially, it will actually hurt. It's better to have a cage that prevents the erection from even starting. So find a cage that is about the same diameter as his flaccid penis.

The other factor is the length. Again, it's better in the long run to prevent an erection in the first place. Most guys report that a cage that is just about 6 mm (1/4") longer the length of their flaccid penis works well.

The difficult part is finding a cage with such dimensions. Men are infinitely varied in their dimensions, so you will have to go with something that is "close enough."

I have found an inexpensive Chinese cage called the A272. The inner diameter is a little bit snug, but it helps to prevent an erection. The length is a hair longer than I might need, but the next shorter model, the A271 is too short. Also, look at the cuff ring that holds it to his body. This model has a ring that is flat and wide, which has less pressure per square mm (inch), and is more comfortable to wear when you're aroused.

I'm not saying that this model will fit your BF; but you may want to look at models that are similar. They are inexpensive enough so that if you need to try a couple to figure out the best fit, then you have not wasted many pounds (dollars).

[pantuflitaizquierda]

I haven’t written anything (not school related) in years (since elementary), but I wanted to try it again, feel free to give advice in the comments! (English is evidently not my first language btw, please tell me if there’s an error in the comments 🙇‍♀️)

It’s an LMK/JTTW AU, Wukong and Mac had never met each other… until now!

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A Shadow, a King & a Cave

Everyone has already heard the story, the Handsome Monkey King wrecks havoc in heaven after being invited to live with the gods only to be deceived, humiliated and then burned by them, but when he makes them pay, even managing to almost dethrone the Jade Emperor himself! He is imprisoned under Five-Finger Mountain, rendered almost completely immobile and forced to eat iron and drink molten copper, remaining alone, until the end of time or until the gods decide that he has been imprisoned long enough.

He had already come to terms with the fact that he was going to be lonely for all that time, no one had showed up to save him before and he was pretty sure no one was coming now, that’s exactly the reason why he was so confused with the moving shadow that started coming from time to time to the inside of the mountain. Now, he wasn’t a fool, he gained some cool powers a while ago that let him see through lies and stuff like that, so he knew his mind wasn’t playing tricks on him with the moving shadow, it was definitely a demon. A wary one. Not even the servants who force-fed him had noticed it.

Months passed and the shadow seemed to come more and more often, perhaps more confident knowing that the prisoner could barely move a hand, which was a small relief for Wukong since that shadow seemed to be the only entertainment he would have in centuries. So, without much to lose, he decided to start talking to them.

It started with a simple greeting, he ultimately wanted more but was afraid to scare away the cautious shadow, though this took the demon by surprise anyway, getting fluffed up like an angry cat and disappearing from his sight. Wukong tried to stop him, but evidently he couldn't get very far. His only chance to have a buddy in his prison ruined by a damn hello. Just what one needs after a hundred years of loneliness.

But his sorrow would be relatively short, since only a few days passed when the shadow demon returned, this time with a peace offering, a peach. Seeing it, the King's face lit up completely, it seemed that all that time he had spent eating iron and swallowing copper no longer mattered, he could finally taste something other than metal, he had never been so happy to see a peach in his life... so it was very disappointing when the shadow left the fruit on the floor, right in front of him… where he couldn't reach it…

So fucking close and he couldn't even touch the damn fruit. Wukong had had enough, he was lonely, he hadn't spoken to anyone in a century, he hadn't eaten anything edible in years, he couldn't move and when he was so close to having even a little taste of what felt like freedom, HE CAN'T EVEN TOUCH IT.

La prisión del Rey y la Sombra que lo acompaña

Ya todos conocen la historia, el Apuesto Rey Mono crea caos en el cielo tras ser invitado a vivir con los dioses solo para ser engañado, humillado y después quemado por ellos, pero cuando él los hace pagar, ¡casi logrando destronar al mismísimo Rey de Jade! es encerrado bajo la montaña Wuwang, dejándolo casi completamente inmóvil y forzándolo a comer pepitas de hierro y beber cobre fundido, quedándose solo, hasta el fin de los tiempos o hasta que los dioses decidan que ya estuvo encerrado el tiempo suficiente.

Él ya había aceptado el hecho de que iba a estar solo durante todo ese tiempo, nadie había llegado a salvarlo antes y estaba bastante seguro de que nadie vendría ahora, esa es exactamente la razón por la que estaba tan confundido con una dichosa y movediza sombra que comenzaba a aparecer de vez en cuando dentro de la montaña. Ahora, él no era tonto, obtuvo algunos poderes geniales hace un tiempo que le permitían ver a través de mentiras y cosas así, así que sabía que su mente no le estaba jugando una mala pasada con esa sombra, definitivamente era un demonio. Uno un tanto cauteloso, ni los sirvientes que le alimentaban lo habían notado.

Pasaron los meses y la sobra parecía venir más y mas a menudo, tal vez más confiada al saber que el prisionero apenas y podía mover una mano, lo que fue un pequeño gran alivio para Wukong ya que esa sombra parecía ser el único entretenimiento que tendría en siglos. Así que, sin mucho que perder, decidió empezar a hablarle.

Empezó con un simple saludo, él en definitiva quería más pero temía espantar a la cautelosa sombra, pero esto tomó tan de sorpresa al demonio que se esponjó cómo un gato enojado y desapareció de su vista. Wukong intentó detenerlo, pero evidentemente no logró llegar muy lejos. Su única oportunidad de tener a un compañero en su prisión arruinada por un maldito saludo. Justo lo que uno necesita tras cien años de soledad.

Pero su pesar le duraría relativamente poco, pues solo pasaron unos días cuando el demonio de la sombra volvió, esta vez con una ofrenda de paz, un durazno. Al verlo la cara del Rey se iluminó por completo, parecía que todo ese tiempo que había pasado comiendo hierro y tragando cobre ya no importaban, por fin podría saborear otra cosa que no fuera un metal, nunca había estado tan feliz de ver un durazno en su vida… por lo que fue muy decepcionante cuando la sombra dejó el fruto en el piso, justo en frente de él, donde no lo podía alcanzar.

Tan jodidamente cerca y no podía ni tocar la maldita fruta. Wukong ya estaba harto, estaba solo, no había hablado con nadie en un siglo, no había comido nada comestible en años, so podía moverse y al momento de estar tan cerca de tener aunque sea una probadita de lo que se sentía cómo libertad, Y NO PUEDE NI TOCARLA.

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I'm not sure if you are doing request<3 but I was wondering if you can do aew stars reacting to you bring pregnant and then they tell everyone on social media 🥺❤️

AEW Stars React to: You Being Pregnant

Pairings: Darius Martin X Fem!Reader, Hook X Fem!Reader, Ricky Starks X Fem!Reader, Eddie Kingston X Fem!Reader, Daniel Garcia X Fem!Reader, MJF X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 778

Supreme Speaks: thanks to anon for requesting! MY INBOX AND REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS OPEN. i hope i did this idea justice. please remember that you are loved and appreciated.

Warnings: not proofread sorry, self promoting takes place,

Taglist: @hooks-martin @wwenhlimagines @hookerforhook @triscillal @eddie-kingstons-wifey @sheinthatfandom

Darius Martin (somewhat shorten version of this...self plug)

Almost fainted when you first told him

Ran around the hotel telling everyone and their momma about it

“IM GONNA BE A DAD”

This man is the cutest being ever

Made t shirts for him and the lads about being a dad and uncles

Already bought a lot of baby stuff to prepare for future

Will make a long post about you and yall’s relationship

Will talk about how great of a mother you will be

“Thank you for blessing me with a child and I know you will be the best mother in the world.”

Hook

Was in shock at first cause he was nervous about being a dad

Immediately went to his father for advice

Who just told him their is no way to prepare and to take it one day at a time

Is still very nervous about being a parent

“Yeah, I’m scared. But as long as I have you and our child, I’ll be alright.”

Made a very simple post on instagram with a black heart and your expected due date

I CAN SEE HIM DOING IT WITH A BABY HOODIE THAT SAYS HOOK ON IT

Will post update pics every trimester and with your permission first

Eddie Kingston

Now, this man will have a very emotional rollercoaster (but the man is overall thrilled of the news)

Ranging from happy to scared back to happy to nervous to stressed

I feel like Eddie would be worried about not raising your child properly/to the best of his capability

After reassuring him, Eddie would finally put his fears to rest (for now)

Will leave work early for you screaming; “MOVE! MY WIFE/FIANCE/SOULMATE/THE MOTHER OF MY CHILD NEEDS ME!” (He would say that in that order…fight me)

Will buy books about parenting

In terms of posting, he will post a picture dump of your ultrasounds and boxes of nursery

Will curse out anyone if they something negative about you, ya’lls child or about pregnancy in general

Ricky Starks (Honestly a short version of this post….lol self-promotion)

Like I said in the past MAN IS EXTRA AS HELL

Will cry when you tell him that is gonna be a dad

Like Darius, he already bought a lot of baby stuff

Already set up a gender neutral nursery

Will produce a big blown out baby shower and gender reveal

Im talking waterfalls, two people wrestling to reveal the gender, no gifts are gonna be under 50 dollars, everythang

For the reveal on social media, he will post pictures of the baby shower with a nice caption

“To my future child; I love you and you got the best and most good looking parents in the world. To my future wife; I love you and I cannot wait to grow with you in this next stage. Sincerely, Stroke Daddy.”

Daniel Garcia

THIS MF IS A SWEET MENACE

Will joke around about creating a baby with you

“So was it the time I turned you-“ “Shut up you miscreant”

Will become very soft around children and seeing new parents with their kids

He’s thinking about how you guys will act with your kid(s)

Doesn’t go out anymore, rather stays inside with you

Already planned family trips and moments

Will announce it by posting your maternity pictures

“I love you and I cannot wait for my mini-me to come in the world.”

MJF

Y’all know Ryan Reynolds and Blake Lively’s PDA? Yes. That is all.

Will make jokes about you, cross your face out of pictures, talking about how HIS child is coming to the world

It’s okay cause you do the same

But behind doors, he is so hyped about having a child with you

Will request best care and materials for you during your pregnancy and when the child is born

Will ask some of his friends about how to help you during this time

His instagram post will feature a picture of you two (with him having a big ass smile and your face cropped out) with a caption

“My future child is better than you (and your below average child) and you know it.”

Will post the full picture of you guys and say “She said I had to upload the full picture or she’ll choke me with the baby’s umbilical cord.”

Max Caster is def crying and asking to be Daddy #2

[valdiis]

FFXIV Site Write #23: Cloud Nine

(Includes a short excerpt of actual RP with @briar-ffxiv's Jax.)

"Anyway. The main thing I wanted to talk about is us. You and I."

Daephrin took a sip of his orange juice, then gave Jax a wan smile. "Us. Which, as far as I'm aware, is just friends. Who bang. Repeatedly. Enthusiastically." He chuckled a little, clearly trying to lighten the mood with his silliness. It was something he told himself regularly, whenever he started to forget that what Jax wanted was something casual. Of course, it had long since stopped being casual for him, but the reminders remained necessary.

Jaxon huffed quietly. "We're not friends, Dae." About half-a-second later, he literally dropped his fork in horror. "Wait-- Shite," he said intensely enough that a few people glanced toward their table and he blushed, lowering his voice. "No, wait, please," he said, gripping the other's hand almost desperately. "That's not-- Fuck, that came out so wrong, Lark."

Dae started to pull his hand back, hurt in his expression at Jax's words, but when the other bid him wait, gods...yes...fine, he would wait. But he looked wary of what Jax might say next. His heart was a lump in his throat, his earlier attempt at mirth feeling flat and unwarranted. "Not even friends...?"

A shaky sound escaped Jax. "Fuck, I'm so bad at this. This is why I don't talk about my feelings," he hissed quietly, picking up the fork and setting it down quickly as he realized he was squeezing the poor metal hard enough to warp it. "I didn't mean it like--"

Jaxon set his jaw and visibly steadied himself. "I love you, okay?

And in four words, Jax erased all that hurt and the nerves in Dae's stomach and the fears he had that he was 'too much' for Jax. Dae ducked his head a little, ears going pink as he murmured, "I know. Every time you kiss my temple, I know. I just didn't think you'd ever recognize it."

Brunch continued and Daephrin remembered most of it, but that moment was crystallized in his memory. The point at which his heart catapulted to cloud nine. Those little kisses Jax liked to give him had said what Jax himself could not for months. Sure, he'd known, but it was different hearing Jax actually admit to his feelings - to recognize it himself and begin to come to terms with it.

In the ensuing days, they'd said those words a lot to each other, affirmations that both aching hearts needed in order to mend. They'd cuddled a lot too and Dae had no complaints about that. It was that love that finally convinced him to listen to Jax's advice and write his little brother an apology letter.

That had worked out far better than he expected. Rion and Dae had reconciled - to a degree - and they now had plans for helping Rion regain some agency, if not some healing. Love had a funny way of fixing a lot of things.

As Daephrin laid in bed in Jax's bedroom and daydreamed about the moment Jax had admitted he was in love, he smiled up at the ceiling. It was one of those goofy, besotted smiles and he knew it, but no one would care.

"Why are you smiling like that?"

Okay, one person would care.

Dae turned his head, still pillowed on folded arms, and leveled that smile on Jax himself. "Oh, nothing. I was thinking about your cock."

Jaxon couldn't help but snort. "You're terrible. And probably lying."

"I'm not allowed to daydream about your cock?"

"And smile like it's just told you there's double-chocolate cookies in the kitchen?"

Dae gasped and sat up. "There's cookies?!"

That drew a laugh from Jax. "Yes, I brought cookies." He crossed the room to the bed where his lover sat in naught but flannel pajama pants (it was cold in Ishgard). Bending down, he touched his lips to Dae's temple in the softest brush of a kiss. "But no cookies in bed, Lark."

"Pff. You're no fun."

[prettyboysdontlookatexplosions]

eleven weeks down, four to go… i am Really Feeling It ngl… but we are in fact in the home stretch and i will in fact make it through and then i will take twelve days allll the way off and it will rule. december historically has involved a pretty rapid winnowing of my schedule but this year i have a bunch of lil perfectionists who have pushed their test dates to right before winter break, including one who is switching to twice a week for this month -__- also not sure what’s going to be happening with my two high schoolers, one of whom will nearly definitely be retesting and the other of whom may or may not be…. but on the bright side the kid who truly nailed it is in fact no longer retaking (or pooooossibly retaking with minimal additional prep) because of other advice they’ve received. lol. (the mom asked me about my experience with retakes for kids in his position and i was like “tbh i’ve literally never had a kid do this well and choose to retake” and she thanked me for my “unimpeachable integrity” which was very sweet lol.)

this week i came in at just under 37 hours, which was more than i planned largely because today i was between locations for a while and just chilled and hung out with a practice test. i’m not sure how i feel about 35 hours as a more long term goal (it feels like it shouldn’t be an amount that makes it feel hard to do anything else, but that is how i felt this week…), which is a thing i’m contemplating because of various goals i have relating to continuing to digitize everything and making more short drill sets because i have a pathology about feeling like if i can imagine that something would be helpful to students i feel bad not doing it, but i feel like it feels doable for these four weeks where i don’t have a ton of mental energy anyway, and where also i’m now close enough to the end that i can actually wrap my brain around, like, ok, 3 more upper level tests, 3 more lower level, 3.5 more ACTs, such and such number of workbook pages/chapters…. etc. but i’m gonna try again not to stress out about it in general but especially this week because (1) i don’t have big thanksgiving plans but i do have family plans and i do want to at least spend the day relaxing and (2) i do in fact have another cold i am hoping to rest off in the next day or so. the last one retreated to just some post nasal drip very quickly!!!

i got four workouts in this week (+ my Steps) largely because i was so sore i needed an extra rest day and after actually SLEEPING OKAY last night i woke up the day after a pretty tough full body workout with minimal soreness! further data points re cottage cheese snooze helper. very upset that i likely need to wait on gathering more data because i am prooobably not going to be up to HIIT day tomorrow (although thus far this cold, like its predecessor, is Quite Mild, knock wood…). i am downing zinc and emergen-c as permitted and in accordance with my cold rituals which i think are scientifically valid because even if the concoctions are fake science the placebo effect is very well attested to in the literature. (do you know about zinc in the early stages of a cold to make it less bad? i got this tip from a first grade teacher i associate taught for and i swear it works. if you know science explaining it doesn’t please do NOT tell me and let my immune system continue reaping the benefits of my delusion this is the one thing on which i do NOT wish to be fact checked 🙏🏼)

today i woke up, did work, tutored, did more work chilling in a salad place, got dinner at a french restaurant with v. good salmon (i say like i know anything about fine dining beyond “i like salmon”), agreed to a reschedule of the sunday night zoom session, & watched the first half of gladiator because i’ve seen approximately 700 people on the internet this week say something to the effect of “gladiator ii really makes you appreciate russell crowe” (he is so far great as promised playing a guy literally named Best Guy). one month left! technically less! i will in fact have a day off this week although i will also need to spend some of it working a bit! onwards! (to bed)

[the-s1lly-corner]

hiii could i get J, P, Q an U for Slender? thanks! and i hope your day is going really well >_<

More Fluff Alphabet /w Slenderman but these letters!

my days been pretty okay! slow, but not terrible :O gonna be slow from tomorrow until next saturday so i might promote requests being open ponders not proof read!! though to be fair i dont. think i proof read any of my stuff

J (JEALOUSY)-

he can get rather possessive in general when it comes to you or his proxies so uh

don't like, try to make him jealous on purpose, it doesn't end well for anyone involved. actually don't try to tick off forest demons in general

i know i keep saying stuff like "oh god forbid someone make you uncomfortable" in these but like. slenderman is still this huge powerful creature, i know my interpretation on him is a bit silly n different but he still has roots in the 2010s fandom interpretation, you know?

there will be... a mess... is what im saying

in the case that someone is being weird with you, he's less jealous and more angry, though, of course not angry at you

though there will be hard boundaries set in place if you try to rile him up on purpose, he doesnt want to waste his time on someone whos going to toy with him like that. both in a "hey thats not really cool or healthy of you to do to me or our relationship" and also "im fucking slenderman im a old ass powerful demon, who do you think you are?"

P (PETNAMES)-

he calls you; love, darling, my dear

he likes being called; really anything under the sun, because as long as its something coming from your mouth hes pleased, because it ultimately means hes yours and youre his

q (QUESTION)-

for more context see this post! dives into lore stuff for my au/hcs but it'll help add context to this segment!:

here!

hope the link copied well enough </3 if not you can find it on my blog, titled "all entwined in one web" or something along those lines

anyways

some variant of "why do you stay"

you could have decided to be with literally anyone else, but you chose a solitary self loathing demon who eats people in order to survive, created for the sole purpose to cause issues and harm to humanity

on one hand he wants you to stick around and keep him company; but on the other hand he wants you as far away from him as possible so you can go out and live your own life without being in danger or having to put up with his whole deal

please give him lots of reassurance, its going to take a lot for him to stop asking those kinds of questions; assuming he stops asking at all

U (UPSET)-

i feel like him being upset is similar to the jealousy part of this post, but just more. broad. like hes not going to take shit if youre going to try to upset him on purpose

hes more patient if its accidental, though. diving into a previous fluff alphabet, if its an accident and something that can be helped in terms of future instances hes likely to work through it with you. he knows his time with you is short, if his partner is a mortal, and he doesnt want to waste that time

soft slenderman my beloved, let this man have complex emotions and desires and whatnot

kinda just. vanishes when he gets real upset, though, since he cant control his anger that well and generally just doesnt want you to see him like that- best way to help him like that is to just give him time

if youre the one upset hes going to listen to you, if you need someone to talk to. man of few words, advice can go fifty fifty

either gives good advice or not good advice; and thats on him being around for a long time but not really spending a lot of that time you know... interacting with others in a meaningful way

bonus if you still live at your place he's going to do a bunch of your chores for you. in. varying degrees of success, similar reasoning as above since he doesnt really have a home of his own to do like. dishes or laundry at. still bouncing between if im going to have the mansion be a part of this au of mine or not, and if so, how its going to tie in to everything

shrugs

[moriartyluver]

Hello!

Can I request a, c,h and j with Dazai please? SFW alphabet!

A/N: thank you for the request anon!! Have a nice day <3

Warnings : suicidal behaviour, mentions of depression and slightly unhealthy coping mechanisms. Dazai being dazai.

a= affection (how affectionate are they? do they like receiving affection?)

dazai’s love languages are probably physical touch and words of affirmation. Whether it’s in public or the privacy of your shared home, dazai always has his pretty hand on you. In the office, he’ll have you sit in his lap (if you’re done with your work because you’re terrified kunikida would start yelling at you) and wrap his arms around your waist as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck or peppers your face in kisses. He’ll sit on your lap while your working, desperately begging for attention and distracting you from any paperwork that needs doing. While the two of you are out together, whether it be shopping or a walk in the park, he’ll hold your hand and occasionally kiss the back of your palm or your cheeks just to remind you that he’s there (although it’s hard to forget when he’s babbling about his day and various other topics with a cute shine in his eyes).

dazai also loves receiving physical affection. A simple kiss on his forehead can get his cheeks pink and his ears hot. He’s always is showing you and your acts of affection to everyone he knows. But if you aren’t really comfortable with showing physical affection or receiving it, He’ll understand and show his affection in different ways, such as quality time or telling you how pretty you look in that new outfit.

c = comfort (how would they comfort their s/o and how would his s/o comfort him)

if it were you that needs comforting, dazai would…try his best…. In all seriousness I think he’d find it somewhat difficult depending on the situation. If your upset due to the demons of your past, dazai would give you good advice and hold you in his arms while you cried. If you’ve had a tiring day, he’d try (keyword try) to make you your favourite meal or run a relaxing bath, but fail horribly. Still it works in terms of comforting you because he has you rolling on the floor laughing at him while he stands there dumbfounded.

Other times, he might just sit with you in a melancholy atmosphere and utter a few words of wisdom whilst you sit in a comfortable silence, trying to interpret what he meant and how to use that advice going forwards

to comfort dazai would be an odd experience. He would usually much rather be left alone but if you really insist of comforting him, it’s best to do so with small gestures, like letting him stay in your embrace whilst he tries to rid himself of the numb feeling he’s plagued with, or make him some crab so he can at least distract himself with food. It’s not unknown that dazai is severely depressed and suicidal but I think if he was in a committed relationship, he might see you as the thread that he’s holding onto for dear life.

h = hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?)

Dazai loves hugs. Like I said earlier, any chance he has to be affectionate to you, he will use it. It’s his way of showing his immense love for you and he’s prefer to die in your embrace more than anything.

Hugs are usually a regular thing. It might be a short one before work or a greeting or a cuddle when either of you are having a tiring day. It’s like whenever he clings onto your warm body, he can feel himself recharging.

His hugs are very comforting. He’s quite a tall guy so it’s like being enveloped in soft affection. He often gives you little kisses whilst he hugs you. Other times they can be rather melancholic and cold, but it’s quite the rarity.

j = jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they're jealous?)

I think when dazai’s jealous, he’d probably be jokingly, quite dramatic.

“Oh (name)! Are you really talking to another man when you have such a handsome and smart s/o already? Am I not enough for my darling’s love?”

It’d be funny and he knows that you’re loyal to him. If a guy or girl is hitting on you though, he’ll give you a chance to defend yourself but if they just don’t leave, he’ll get involved, be more touchy before straight up telling them to fuck off in the nicest way possible. He can be very protective in a silent manner, sometimes you can’t even detect it at all.

He does know that your loyal to him so unless you betray that trust, it won’t really matter to him if you have male friends

[toribookworm22]

Hello, darlings. ♥️

How about a long overdue reintroduction?

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Personal Bio

My name is Tori! <2

I'm a queer adult writer with a penchant for referring to everyone with terms of endearment. Aro & she/they. 💚

I've been on Tumblr for three years now. This is the rock I've decided to live under. It's my safe part of the swamp.

I'm an avid reader and music lover always looking for recs for both. Literally. Always.

Fandoms I'm attached to currently are: Arcane, Wicked, Batfam, The Owl House, Bluey, & PJO.

Writing Bio

I've been writing since I was a little kid.

I have three novels published (!) with a poetry book on the way.

Mediums I bounce between include: books, songs, poetry, short stories, musicals, plays, screenplays, and the odd outlier.

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My YA Ensemble Cast Sci-Fi Series! 3/5 books are out now, with the fourth just waiting for me to finally get around to edit it. I've been working on this series for almost a decade now, so these characters are so very important to me.

Shut Down - Book 1 of The Animatronic Saga

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[somberjoon]

METANOIA [6]

✩ pairing: wolf hybrid nj x cheetah hybrid reader (f) - eventual ot7 x reader

✩ genre: soul-searching , romance🔞 , found-family , healing , angst , happy ending

✩ word count: 3.8k

✩ chapter warnings: uncertainty in behavior and emotions , anxiety , brief mention of weight and a regularly scheduled pap smear (i know these appointments can be uncomfortable to a certain extent so the section with this appointment is marked with * at the start and end)

✩ summary: She doesn't know. There is so much about her and her cheetah that she hasn't had the privilege to understand. Unknown backgrounds and unknown emotions clash with feelings of want- hopes of being herself unapologetically. Namjoon seems to be someone that can help her- but can the rest of his pack truly be what she has wanted and needed?

✩ cover: me

ch.1 , ch.2 , ch.3 , ch.4 , ch.5 , ch.6 , ch.7

✩ disclaimer: this is not proof read like my other chapters, nor does it have too much going on. I am in my last couple weeks of Winter term as a full time student, so I apologize, but the content is short and simple. I think this still had some sweet progress for Y/N and she's my baby so it's fine. Next week's and the upcoming updates will hopefully be longer and have more content,,,I have quite a long way to go for being 6 chapters in, so I apologize for that as well :[

Y/N

As Taehyung pays for breakfast, Y/N stands and checks her phone she forgot was on silent. She doesn’t like the abrupt sound, but she always forgets to turn the vibration on at the start of the day. 

Surprisingly, a message from Namjoon is at the top of the notifications. A message from almost an hour ago. 

‘Good morning, Y/N! I hope your day is going well. Checking in to see if Taehyung is with you?’ 

Just as she goes to type back a reply, her phone shows an incoming call from Namjoon. 

“Hello?” 

“Hey, I’m sorry to call, but I got worried that neither you or Taehyung were answering my messages. Is he with you?”

“Yeah, I’m sorry, I thought you would’ve known he was here. He just showed up at the house and we just got done going out to eat. Do you need to talk to him, I can get him for you.”

“No no, it’s fine. I’m just glad you both are okay- he didn’t let me know he was leaving this morning. Was breakfast good? I’d imagine he took you to that little diner?”

“He did! It was really good.”

“I’m glad you liked it. But, if you’re uncomfortable going out or with anything at all just let him know okay? I don’t want you to go out of your comfort zone if you’re not ready.” She smiles at the kind words, missing Namjoon greatly all of a sudden and wishing he was on the trip with them. 

“I’m okay, he’s been really sweet and-” she looks back to make sure Taehyung is still at the counter. “He offered to help me with my cheetah. He’s giving me advice.” She can’t help her giddy voice coming out to tell him. 

“I knew he’d bring it up sooner or later. My point stands though, if there’s something that makes you uncomfortable just let him know. Like I said before, he has more primal tendencies than the rest of us, so it’ll be great for you, but it may be too much at times.”

“I will let him know if it’s too much. He needs to go shopping as well, so if we don’t answer you that’s the reason.” She stops for a second but can’t stop a confession from pushing forward before the call is over. “I wish you were with us.” She tries not to cringe at the words, waiting anxiously for a reply. 

“I wish I was with you as well, it sounds fun!” A quiet sigh leaves her, her heart rate picking up a bit. “But, I’m glad you guys are spending time together. Let me know if you get tired of walking, I’ll come get you guys- I’ll let Tae know as well, okay?”

“Okay-” Taehyung walks back up to the table to show he’s done. “Taehyung just got back, we’re gonna go now.”

“Okay, be careful, please.”

“We will, byebye.” 

“Byebye.” Namjoon copies, leaving her with a giddy look on her face. She looks up at Taehyung to find his phone in her face. 

“We should share numbers now, too.” Taehyung says with that small pout on his face. 

-

Taehyung leads her to the place he wanted to shop. The small shop resides in a strip mall that is quite busy despite the early time on a weekday. It’s a pretty place that has shops lining each side of a street-sized walkway. The walkway is filled with pretty beds of trees and plants, and stringed lights above them cross back and forth. She truly loves how it looks, and would like to come back at night despite knowing that it would be far more busy then. She’d risk it just to see the lights lit up. 

The shop is a little place that carries art supplies Y/N has never seen. Whenever Taehyung stops to peruse a certain spot, she finds herself reaching out to touch the soft brushes or run her finger across the scratchy canvases. 

She doesn’t pay attention to exactly what he picks up because she doesn’t recognize anything anyways. Only one thing catches her attention over everything. Sticks of brightly colored material wrapped in paper sit perfectly in a package. There are many different ones in different packaging, but they all look relatively the same. She can’t help but look over the vast array of colors and the bright pigment of them. 

“Taehyung, what is this?” Taehyung stops looking at some other sticks that are only black to see what she’s searching for. 

“Oil pastels. You want them?”

“No. They’re just really pretty, what are they for?”

“Whatever you want,” he shrugs, grabbing the largest pack on the shelf with the most colors and setting them in his handheld basket. “They are soft and creamy, so the pigment and color on the outside is the true color once you use them, and they’re good for blending colors together.”

“I told you I didn’t want them, I just wanted to know.”

“Maybe I just wanted some.”

“Lying isn’t a good way to start our friendship.”

“Our friendship will live.” He says with a shrug, leaving her with an annoyed expression.

Taehyung walks off, going back to an aisle they had already been in to grab something she can’t immediately see. She follows him again, heading up to the register and finally seeing the extra pads of paper he grabbed in a few sizes. She knows that if she questioned it he wouldn’t budge on anything she suggested, so instead she gives him an irritated look that he can’t even see. It doesn’t last long, though. 

Taehyung takes his bag of supplies in one hand, and with the other he grabs her hand suddenly as he pulls her from the shop. She looks down to see his large hand wrapped with an assured grip around hers. 

“There’s lots of people now, I don’t want you to be too far from me.” He explains. She looks up to find he’s right. The crowd has grown larger despite the shop they were in being almost bare. 

“Okay.” Is all she can say. She’d rather be close enough to him to not get swept up in the crowd. Taehyung is the most familiar person around, so the skinship becomes the least of her worries. As he walks, many scents and looks from others give her an anxious feeling she’s still not used to. The familiar scent of Taehyung is lost despite her close proximity to him. She tightens her grip on his hand and uses her other hand to grasp at the lower part of his arm, using the closer proximity this causes to press her face close to his arm as well. The proximity calms her well enough to follow his lead closely and exit the strip mall quickly. 

“Are you okay?” He asks as soon as they’re in a more secluded area outside the strip mall. She pulls away now that they’re mostly alone. 

“Yeah, I’m just not used to being around that many people yet.” She keeps her grip on Taehyung’s arm despite him setting the bag at his feet and freeing his hands to rub at her upper arms. The soothing emotion is an abrupt change of intimacy that she’s never experienced from anyone but Maria. Regardless of the fact, she quickly finds the motion and contact soothing. Slowly, she calms her nerves and focuses her eyes on a worried Taehyung. 

“I’m good.” She says with a sigh. 

“Good.” Taehyung doesn’t stop the soothing motion even though she finally evens her breathing and feels at ease. The motion seems to be soothing Taehyung as well, loosening his shoulders with each passing second. 

“Are you tired?” He asks as well. 

“A little. But, only ‘cus you keep doing that.” She gestures with her head to his arms. 

“It calms me too.” Is the only explanation he gives before stopping to take out his phone and send a text to someone and waits for a reply. “Namjoon is coming to pick us up, I don’t want to make you walk anymore.” 

“I’m okay, Taehyung.”

“You’ll be more okay if you can rest now.”

He’s not wrong. 

“Fine.”

Namjoon doesn’t take long to arrive at all, sending Taehyung a text that has him starting towards the strip mall’s parking lot with her hand in his again. There’s barely any people, but she doesn’t go against the gesture anyways. 

They spot the familiar sleek, black car, finding Namjoon standing outside of it to lean on the driver’s side door. 

Looking at Namjoon after seeing him no more than a day before, she can’t help but feel as though she misses him more and more the more she sees him. His sleek black clothing is far different than what he normally wears. The new look causes her to stare at the details. The sleek pants that fit him perfectly hang just above a pair of shiny black shoes. And his matching black, button-up shirt fits him even better- the cuffs folded up a couple times to reveal tan skin and a silver watch. Her staring seems to go unnoticed before Taehyung gives her a little nudge. 

“What?” She asks, looking up at Namjoon as he smiles at her with quiet anticipation. He doesn’t answer verbally, but spreads his arms out wider for her to take the offer if she’d like. A hug. She immediately recognizes the soft Namjoon she knows, forgetting the fancy look to take in his scent and the appreciation of him actually being here. She lets go of Taehyung to jump into Namjoon’s arms. This time, she’s reaching up to put her arms around his shoulders. His arms envelope her immediately, adding to the warmth Taehyung instilled in her earlier. She searches for his scent unapologetically, sadly finding that there is barely any scent. 

“Why can’t I smell you?” She practically whines into the neck of his shirt. 

“I’m sorry, I had to go into the office today for a hybrid client, so my scent needed to be covered with natural perfumes.” 

“I hate it.” She draws a rumbling laugh out of him that has her insides turning. 

“Noted. Did you have fun?” He asks as she finally pulls away. A now empty handed Taehyung takes her spot, getting a peck from Namjoon that she turns away from to give them privacy. 

“I did.” She answers right as Taehyung pulls away as well. 

Looking at the two she suddenly feels extremely out of place. Her dress is never better than sweats and t-shirts, but they seem to have an array of clothes with different purposes. As she picks at the wrist of her long-sleeve shirt, she decides that clothes shopping is another addition to her list of to-do’s once she gets a job. 

“Ready to go home?” He asks as Taehyung slides into the backseat of the car. 

“Yeah.” She gives a placate smile, hoping to cheer herself up. She is tired anyways from the excursion. She can feel it in her eyes and the way her tail doesn’t tightly wrap around her waist anymore. 

“Let’s get the tired cubs home.” Namjoon brings his hand up to smooth down her hair and rub gently into her head. She instantly grows syrupy in feeling. His touch is always so comforting- that unused purr bubbles up again despite Namjoon only giving her the attention for a few seconds then directing her to the passenger front side of the car. He opens the door for her, even going as far as to make sure her head doesn’t hit the top of the car and leaning over her to buckle her in himself. Her cheeks heat at the extra gesture he’s never done before- her heart rate picking up again for the nth time today. She can’t stand being around them much longer if this is going to keep happening to her. 

“Thank you.” She says after he climbs in behind the wheel. She looks back to find Taehyung is already fast asleep, curled up in the seat rather than seated and seat-belted in. 

“He gets tired quickly, especially when he’s getting used to new routines.” Namjoon explains. “Are you too tired for a session today? Should I let the organization know?” 

“No.” She answers quickly enough to be embarrassed. “I like our time together, I don’t want to give it up. I just got anxious and Taehyung helped calm me down, but it was a little exhausting. I’ll be fine with a cat nap.” 

“A-ha! That was cute. Cat nap.” Namjoon actually giggles, despite how sophisticated he looks, making Y/N laugh with him. 

-

Namjoon

After dropping Y/N off at home, Namjoon makes it home with Taehyung curled up in the backseat. He easily lifts and carries the big cat in like a giant toddler- his legs wrapped around Namjoon’s waist and head tucked into his collar, while the bag of supplies dangles from his fingers locked under the cheetah’s thighs. Going up the stairs and kicking open their shared bedroom door, Namjoon deposits the still-sleeping cat onto the soft bed. Taehyung takes no time getting comfortable and knocking out fully again. 

After a shower and finishing some reports from the day’s office trip, Namjoon gets ready to leave for the organization when a call greets him instead. He answers without double-checking. 

“Hey, sweetie! I was checking to see if you were still planning on seeing Y/N today?” Unexpectedly, Maria is on the other side. 

“Oh hello. I was just getting ready to head over to the organization..why? Was something wrong?” A sinking in his gut greets him suddenly. 

“Oh, no no! Don’t worry. I just totally forgot that Y/N had one of her check-ups today, and-” Her voice lowers a few decibels. “Well, obviously we won’t be home for an hour or two, but she always gets a little down after her appointments. They’re just a vulnerable thing for her. So- today might not be the best.” Namjoon’s relief is sudden but doesn’t quell every anxious feeling. 

“Oh, that’s fine. Thank you for letting me know.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t let you know when you dropped her off earlier- I was just so proud she got out of the house by herself without me suggesting it first- I totally spaced it.”

“No worries, I appreciate the heads up and I hope everything goes well.” He says with a genuine air. 

“Of course. Thank you for all you do, I know she really enjoys having you around.” Namjoon gives a bitter smile only he can see. “I’ll let you go, though. Thank you for dropping her off, again- I’ll have to make you something extra tomorrow.” He gives her a soft laugh. 

“No need, I’ll see you then, Maria.” 

“Bye-bye, sweetie.”

-

Y/N

The worst about sitting in the waiting room of a doctor’s office is the anticipation of what’s to come-

And the awful staring. 

Y/N can’t tell if it’s because she’s a cheetah hybrid, or if she just looks odd in general sitting there. Is she wearing the right clothes? She still has no idea. She always considers her comfort first, especially when her clothes never felt right when she had no choice. She still has yet to venture and try new styles but- she’s at the doctor and is most comfortable in her usual clothing. If the stares are for her cheetah ears and the unseen tail that wraps around herself underneath her clothes- she’ll have to just let them stare then. There’s nothing secret about her cheetah, she won’t let that happen to herself again. She’s tired of hiding it. 

As she overthinks about being in the waiting room, the nurse calls her name after only a short while. Maria gives her hand a quick squeeze before letting her go on her own. She prefers to do this alone, but having Maria there after and before is much easier. She’s comforting in a way she hasn’t placed intentionally yet. She’s just happy she has a safe person in these events. 

“How are you today?” The nurse asks. Y/N can only guess that she’s a bear hybrid based on her cute, little rounded ears that poke out of her slick backed hair. The bun is always immaculate, no hair seems to be out of place. 

“I’m okay.” She answers honestly. “How are you?” 

“Good, thank you. We’ll go to the usual room.” She leads Y/N with an extended arm, letting her go first. The room is in the farther pods of rooms that have the equipment necessary for the check-up. 

*

“Here we are, go ahead and place your bottoms and underwear into the privacy bag once you’re finished- and go ahead and just sit on the table with the robe on when you’re ready. The doctor will give you a few extra minutes to settle in.” She instructs with the same smile as usual. Y/N only gives her the usual nod. 

The uncomfortable paper robe is one of the worst feelings. She can’t help but think about the thin, worn-out clothing she’d wear for weeks at a time. The memories clash with the uncomfortable appointment about to take place. Trying to find a silver lining, all she can think is that ‘at least she’s able to get medical treatment’, ‘at least her hybrid genes allowed her to stay mostly unharmed with survival instincts, ‘at least this isn’t as bad as her first dentist appointment’. She allows a small ‘pfft’ of a laugh out at that memory. She hasn’t had someone poking around in her mouth since she was young- the dentist wasn’t gentle in his cleaning. Even though her teeth held up well only thanks to the fact of her cheetah, she still had four cavities that needed work done. She was so mad at the dentist for the discomfort she felt. She wouldn’t even talk to him- like little kids ‘hmph’ and ignore an adult. 

knock knock

“All set, Y/N?” The always sure-sounding doctor asks through a crack in the door. 

“Yes.” 

“Great, how are you today?” Her warm voice asks, immediately going over to the sink to wash her hands thoroughly. 

“I’m okay.” 

“That’s good. Do you have anything you’d like to talk about specifically today? Any concerns?” 

“No.” 

“Alrighty then. It’ll just be the usual check-up that you’re used to. Go ahead and stand for me, we can get your weight first.” She appreciates the effort the staff put in to making her and the other patients comfortable. Maria told her that usually, doctors make you check your weight in the main halls before coming into the rooms. But here, the scales are in the rooms. She is relieved by that fact.

“Great,” She marks down the weight on her paper. “You gained a few pounds since I last saw you, that’s great progress towards your goal. Has the recommended diet been going well?” 

“I think so. I eat whatever Maria makes and I have been eating more when I go out.” She answers honestly. 

“That’s good! Go ahead and sit back up on the table- have you tried anything new?” 

“Breakfast sausage. Strawberry syrup.”

“Ooh that sounds good.” She gives her, always sounding comforting. With another wash of her hands, she’s guiding Y/N’s legs like usual into the stirrups that sit on either side of the table. A pair of gloves are slipped on as she gives her the usual information. 

“I’m just going to take a look like normal. Have you gotten your period?” Y/N sadly tells her no. She always worries that there’s something wrong with her now that she’s been informed on why she has never gotten in. Being underweight is a large part of her problem, and is probably the main reason. 

“We can do an ultrasound today? It’s just imaging of the uterus. I can take a look on the spot and see if it could be any other reason. But, you’re gaining weight at a healthy rate so we could just wait and see if you’d like.”

“Does it…hurt?” She asks, unsure how they would do that. 

“Not at all, it’s nice and warm though.” She gives her a light, humming laugh. “We would just put some gel right here,” She hovers over her hand over her uterus, “then I take my little ‘wand’ and press it to the spot we’re looking for, the gel helps it, and then we get a look at your uterus to see if there’s any common reasonings for missed or irregular periods.”

She thinks about the process, already stressed with her legs in the air for too long and the cold air hitting her uncomfortably. 

“Can we do that next time?” 

“Of course! I’ll take a quick look and then you’ll be on your way.” 

For the most part, she blacks out every time she has these appointments. She slows her breathing and closes her eyes to think about literally anything else and before she knows it, it’s over. 

*

“Okay. Everything looks good. Are you sexually active at the moment?” 

“No.” She shakes her head as she awkwardly covers herself with the robe once the stirrups are moved for her. 

“I think it’d be a great idea to take one of the sexual health development classes we offer. They’re free and it’s just a one time class with information that I think would be great for you. There are hybrid-only classes for specific information on non-human traits.” 

She’s never thought about learning these things in a class. She always thought it’d be a learning process when she found someone she was comfortable with but- maybe this would be better. Maybe she could try something new on her own and learn more about herself that no one has offered her yet. 

“Okay, that sounds nice.”

“Perfect, go ahead and get dressed and I’ll grab the pamphlet for you.” She gives her another warm smile before leaving.

-

“This sounds great.” Maria unashamedly looks over the pamphlet once they’re back home. “Oh no,” She suddenly looks stumped. 

“What?”

“It’s on the weekend, I won’t be able to take you.”

“Oh,” she immediately deflates, but her want to do this is too great. “I can get there on my own. I can walk.”

“It’s up at the hospital, that is too far of a walk, plus you’d have to walk on the side of the highway- that’s not legal or safe.” They both think, apparently coming to the same conclusion because they look at each other with a look that Y/N tries to dismiss before even hearing the reasoning for. 

“I don’t think h-”

“I can see if Namjoon would have an idea.”

“I’m not his responsibility, that doesn’t make any sense.”

“Well I know Richard wouldn’t be able to take you when it’s only him and one other guy at the shop on the weekends. We’ll talk to Namjoon tomorrow.” 

“Mar-”

“We’ll make it work.” 

If this is the parental experience she missed out on she can’t even be mad about it. She knows Maria won’t bend on this, especially after she finally has something like this she’d like to do.