#please drink some tea and maybe nap

[winterflurry164]

re-listened to @capitalmaudios Keeper of the shrine and i wanna chill with Mia and maybe give her like a hug cause girl you seem to have a lot on your plate goddamn

[ponderingmoonlight]

Hello!! If you’re still taking requests I’d love to see a Nanami x Reader fic where the reader is pregnant but doesn’t realize yet but I’d like showing OBVIOUS symptoms and for Nanami to start to catch on to them, I don’t know if that’s like weird? 😭 Also I hope you’re doing good!!

THIS. IS. EVERYTHING.

Yeah, we're doing this right now

Nanami realizing you're pregnant before you do

Pairing: Nanami x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,2k

Synopsis: well, basically the request above hehe

Warnings: I mean, reader is pregnant lol, fluff fluff fluff, Nanami is just the greenest flag I can't, please tell me you enjoy this as much as I do, I LOVE THAT MAN

Lately, everything feels… off.

It's subtle at first. Mornings are harder than they used to be, a strange kind of sluggishness that lingers in your limbs no matter how much coffee you drink after waking up. Your back aches at the most random times. And don't even get started on the nausea that strikes out of nowhere, leaving you clutching the bathroom sink with trembling hands.

But, still, it doesn’t cross your mind - not at first.

Nanami’s been noticing though. He’s always been perceptive, sharp in the way he observes the world, but lately, his focus seems to rest more on you. It starts with the small things: a subtle glance as you push your breakfast away with a grimace, the way his brow furrows when you wince, pressing a hand to your lower back. He doesn’t ask you about it immediately, and you’re grateful for that. Nanami doesn’t rush things, never has. He knows you well enough to wait until the right moment.

Today, however, something is different.

It’s a quiet Saturday morning. You’re both in the kitchen, sunlight streaming through the curtains in soft beams. Nanami’s making coffee, his movements precise as always, while you sit at the kitchen table with your hands wrapped around a cup of ginger tea. You’ve been craving that instead of coffee these days, the rich scent of the brew turning your stomach in a way it never used to. To be honest, you’ve never been a tea drinker your whole life.

He’s noticed that too.

You yawn, stifling the sound behind your hand as you stretch in your chair. There’s a strange heaviness in your body, and the thought of going back to bed, even after a full night’s sleep, is oddly tempting. It’s the third time this week that the idea of a nap has crossed your mind before noon. You blink hard, forcing your eyes to focus, and turn to Nanami, who’s watching you over the rim of his cup.

“Are you feeling alright?” he questions, his tone neutral but his eyes searching.

“Yeah, why?” you respond, but your voice lacks its usual energy.

Even to your own ears, it sounds tired. You clear your throat and offer a small smile, hoping to brush off the question as well as the wave of concern that starts bubbling up your chest all over again.

“I’ve just been a little out of it lately, that’s all.”

Nanami places his cup down on the counter, his gaze never leaving your face.

“You’ve been ‘a little out of it’ for a while now, darling.”

There’s a weight to his words, a quiet concern that has your defenses rising instinctively. You sit up straighter, forcing a more convincing smile this time.

“I’m fine, really. Just tired. It’s probably work.”

It’s true, to some extent. Work has been stressful, the usual demands piling up, but this exhaustion feels… different. It’s deeper, sinking into your bones in a way that no amount of rest seems to fix.

Nanami doesn’t say anything right away, but you can feel him assessing you. His silence is almost louder than words. You know he won’t push you to talk, but his patience, the way he waits for you to come to your own conclusion, can be just as insistent.

You sigh, leaning back in your chair and rubbing at your eyes. There’s no way you’ll get out of this situation, not when your beloved boyfriend sits opposite of you with his calm but demanding orbs staring straight through your soul.

“I don’t know. Maybe I’m coming down with something?”

It’s a flimsy excuse, and you both know it. But before you can think of anything else to say, a wave of nausea hits you hard and fast, making you lurch forward. You press a hand to your mouth, eyes wide as the world tilts just slightly. Oh god, not again.

Nanami is at your side in an instant, his hand on your back, warm and grounding.

“Hey, hey… breathe,” he murmurs gently, his thumb rubbing small circles against your spine.

“It’s okay. Just breathe.”

You close your eyes and focus on the rhythm of your breathing, counting each inhale and exhale until the nausea begins to subside. Slowly, you sit back, wiping at your mouth with the back of your hand. The embarrassment is hot on your face, and you can’t quite meet Nanami’s eyes.

“I’m fine, Kento”, you mutter, though you can tell it sounds unconvincing.

Nanami’s hand is still on your back, his touch firm yet gentle. He doesn’t say anything, not yet. You know he’s waiting, giving you space to figure out what’s going on. But even through your haze of denial, a part of you knows the truth is starting to unravel.

“Does this happen often?”

His voice is calm, but there’s an undercurrent of something more. Something you can’t quite place.

You swallow hard, not sure how to answer.

“It’s just been the past couple of weeks,” you admit quietly.

“I think it’s stress. Maybe some kind of stomach bug?”

Nanami’s brow furrows slightly, and he crouches down beside your chair, his eyes searching your face with that same quiet intensity.

“Are there any other symptoms?”

Your mouth opens to say no, but then you stop, thinking back over the past few weeks. The tiredness, the nausea, the strange sensitivity to smells, your shifting moods - small things you’d brushed off or tried to ignore. But now, all at once, it feels like they’re adding up, slotting together in a way that you hadn’t considered before.

You glance down at your hand, the one resting on your stomach, and something inside you clicks.

Oh.

Oh.

Nanami must notice the shift in your expression because his hand stills on your back.

“What is it?” he asks, his voice low and steady.

You swallow hard, the words catching in your throat before you finally manage to speak.

“I think… I might be pregnant.”

There. You’ve said it. And the weight of those words hangs heavy in the air between you, a truth you hadn’t been ready to acknowledge until now.

Kento doesn’t react immediately. His expression stays calm, though you can see the flicker of something in his eyes - surprise, perhaps, or maybe something more. Did he already suspect this? Is this why he pushed you to think about your symptoms further? Slowly, he straightens up, standing in front of you now as he takes a deep breath.

“Are you sure?”

You shake your head, feeling a little lost.

“I’m not. I… I hadn’t really thought about it until just now.”

The truth is, you hadn’t considered the possibility at all. With everything going on - work, life, the general busyness of existing, it hadn’t crossed your mind that this could be the reason behind everything you’ve been feeling.

But now that it’s out in the open, you can’t help but wonder how you missed the signs.

Nanami’s hand gently cups your chin, tilting your face up so that you’re looking at him. His gaze is steady, calm in a way that grounds you, just like always.

“Let’s not jump to conclusions yet,” he says quietly.

“But if you think there’s a chance…”

You nod, your throat suddenly tight.

“Yeah. There might be.”

For a long moment, neither of you says anything. The air between you feels thick with unspoken emotions, a quiet understanding settling between you. Nanami steps closer, his hand moving from your chin to cup your cheek instead, his thumb brushing against your skin.

“We’ll figure this out,” he murmurs, his voice soft.

“Together.”

The sincerity in his words washes over you, bringing with it a flood of emotions you hadn’t realized you were holding back. You blink, your vision blurring slightly as you reach up to cover his hand with yours.

“I’m scared,” you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

Nanami’s expression softens, and he leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“I know. But whatever happens, we’ll face it together. I promise” he mutters against your skin.

You nod, your heart swelling with a mix of fear, uncertainty, and something else, something warmer, softer. You aren’t alone in this. No matter what happens, you have your boyfriend by your side, steady and unshakable.

He pulls back slightly, his eyes meeting yours again.

“Do you want to take a test?” he asks, his voice careful, as if he’s gauging your readiness.

You hesitate, biting your lip.

“I… I don’t know. Maybe? I mean, I guess I should, right?”

Nanami nods, but he doesn’t push.

“Whenever you’re ready.”

The idea of taking a test feels overwhelming, like it would make everything real in a way you’re not sure you’re prepared for. But at the same time, the uncertainty is starting to weigh on you, the not knowing gnawing at the edges of your thoughts.

You take a deep breath, closing your eyes for a moment as you try to gather yourself. When you open them again, Nanami is still there, watching you with that quiet patience you’ve come to rely on so much.

“Okay,” you say finally, your voice trembling just a little.

“Okay. I’ll take a test.”

Nanami squeezes your hand gently, a reassuring presence beside you.

“I’ll go get one,” he offers, his tone calm and matter-of-fact, like he’s suggesting something as simple as picking up groceries.

You nod, feeling a little more settled now that a decision has been made.

“Yeah, okay. Thank you.”

He leans down, pressing another soft kiss to your forehead before pulling back.

“I’ll be back soon.”

With that, he grabs his keys and heads for the door, casting one last glance over his shoulder before he slips out into the hallway.

Once he’s gone, the quiet of the apartment feels almost too loud. You sit there for a long moment, staring at the cup of tea in front of you, your mind racing with thoughts you can’t quite hold onto.

Pregnant. You might be pregnant.

The idea feels too big, too surreal to grasp, and yet it’s there, lingering just at the edge of your awareness. A part of you is scared, terrified of the changes this could bring. But another part, a part you’re only just beginning to acknowledge, feels something else. Hope, maybe? Excitement? It’s hard to tell.

All you know for sure is that everything feels different now, that your whole life will be turned upside down if this test comes out positive.

When Nanami returns a short while later, test in hand, you take it from him with trembling fingers. He doesn’t say anything, just gives you a small, reassuring nod as you disappear into the bathroom.

The minutes that follow are some of the longest of your life. You pace back and forth in front of the sink, your heart pounding in your chest as you wait for the results. The silence feels deafening, and all you can do is focus on your breathing, trying to keep yourself calm.

Finally, the time is up. You glance down at the test, your breath catching in your throat as you read the result.

Positive.

You stare at it for a long moment, your mind struggling to process what you’re seeing. And then, slowly, the reality starts to sink in.

You’re pregnant.

With shaking hands, you open the bathroom door to find Nanami standing just outside, waiting. He looks up at you, his expression calm but expectant.

“Well?” he asks quietly.

You swallow hard, your voice catching in your throat as you hold up the test.

“It’s positive.”

For a moment, Nanami doesn’t say anything. His eyes flicker to the test in your hand, and then back to your face, his expression unreadable. And then, slowly, he steps forward, wrapping his arms around you in a gentle, grounding embrace.

“We’re going to be okay,” he murmurs against your hair.

“You’re going to be okay.”

And somehow, with his arms around you, you really believe him. Maybe you will be able to work this out. After all, you have none other than Kento Nanami by your side, right?

“Kento…”, you begin, the flood of sniffs and wild emotions now slowly but surely calming down.

“What is it, darling?”

“Did you…did you know?”

He sends a small smile your way while gently stroking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I couldn’t be sure. But after seeing you like this for a couple of weeks now, I had some suspicions”, he admits quietly.

You let out a huff.

“I can’t believe you realized it earlier than I did.”

“You are my life, (y/n). I notice every little thin about you.”

“And now you’ll be the father of a child”, you breathe out.

The words still feel strange while rolling off your tongue. Kento Nanami will be a father – the father of your child.

You are pregnant.

This is real.

“And I couldn’t ask for a better mother for my child.”

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First Crush - 7

It took forever to get Abby down for her nap. She was too excited about Bucky coming over today. You can't lie, you're a little excited too. It feels like an important step is being made. You've invited him into your sanctuary. You switched up the menu to a roasted chicken. He ruined the idea of spaghetti & meatballs with his guts & eyeball comment. Roast chicken was a better idea, you can just throw it in the oven & enjoy the movie with them.

Looking around the living room to see if there was something you missed. You threw Abby's toys in a basket & pushed it to the side, so at least the living room looked a little neat. You had on shorts & a peasant top. A little dressier for staying home, but you wanted to look good for Bucky.

"Mama?" You hear her footsteps running down the hall. "Mama?"

"Yes?"

"Where Bucky?" She looks around frowning. "I'm all done sleeping."

Bucky texted just a little bit ago saying he was getting near. "Pretty soon. He's on his way over right now. Let's brush your hair & put on a clean tshirt. We can wait for him downstairs.

*****

You and Abby wait on the stoop, singing songs she learned at daycare. There's a rumble of a motorcycle turning the corner that catches your attention. Of course he would own a bike. Your forehead wrinkles watching him pull in between the 2 cars parked out front. He looks sexy as hell, but you should have learned your lesson with Jason. Abby is jumping up & down clapping her hands watching Bucky take off his helmet. You have a hand on her arm keeping her away.

"How's my favorite girl?" Bucky smiles up at Abby as she pulls away from you & launches herself off the stairs at him. You're terrified that the daredevil gene will end up getting Abby hurt one day.

"ABBY!" Bucky easily catches her & hugs her to him. He sees the anger on your face and sets her down. "Abigail," turning her face towards you, "Don't you ever pull away from me like that. You know you aren't supposed to jump down the stairs."

"It's ok, Mama. Bucky catch me."

"No. No, it's not ok. What if he didn't?"

"I think you scared your Mama, Abby. Maybe you should say you're sorry." You see a stubborn frown on her face before she said she's sorry & you nod & kiss her brow. You stand up to face Bucky who looks concerned & bends down to kiss your cheek and whisper, "You ok?" He gives you an identical kiss to the brow that you gave Abby.

Nodding, "Nice bike."

"It's easier to find street parking," he shrugs. That makes perfect sense, but why does it still bother you? You shake off that thought & give him a smile.

Abby slips her hand in his, "Cans I ride it with you?"

"Absolutely not."

Bucky picks Abby up, "Let's listen to Mama, huh?"

"She's going to give me a heart attack.' You lead Bucky upstairs to your apartment. Abby has already switched topics & talking a mile a minute.

Once inside, Bucky opens his backpack & brings out 2 pints of ice cream, which brings a smile to your lips. Shyly, "I didn't know what flavor to get."

"Didn't know what would go well with guts & eyeballs? I switched to roast chicken by the way." He laughs & nods. "These are perfect. Abby, look what Bucky brought for dessert."

"Strawberry is my favorite! How yous know?"

Shrugging, "Lucky guess."

"Bucky, yous want to play toys in my room?"

"Um..."

"Baby, remember we were going to watch a movie. I'm going to make popcorn right now. Maybe you and Bucky can look for a movie instead."

"Oh yea! Come, Bucky." She tugs on his hand.

"What do you want to drink? I got iced tea, water, soda, juice...."

"Iced tea?"

"Mama, cans I has juice, please?"

"Yes, ma'am. One ice tea, one juice."

You put the chicken potato veggies in the oven. Pop some popcorn. Get their beverages and bring it to the living room. You find Bucky wearing a plastic lei and holding Pua, the pig from Moana, on his lap. Your jaw drops but you quickly take out your phone and snap a picture of him glaring at you. "Abby, where are you?"

You hear her feet running down the hallway, "I'm here, Mama!" She has a lei on & hula skirt. "I had to gives Bucky your lei."

"That's fine, Baby. It looks good on him."

Nodding, "So pretty!" She runs out again.

"Abby! What are you doing? The movie is going to start." You turn to Bucky who looks a little shell shocked. You straighten his lei. "You look good."

You hear Abby running back and now she's added on a tiara, "Ok, Mama! Puts yours on." She climbs on the couch and places one on Bucky. "There."

"That's perfect, Baby. Let's take a picture." Standing on the couch next to Bucky, she wraps her arms around him squishing her cheek up against his. "Nice! Say cheese! Smile, Buck." Then you sit on his other side and get a selfie of the 3 of you.

"Lemme see, please." Abby takes your phone and squeals. "Good work, Mama! We so pretty!" She plops down next to Bucky, "Okies, I'm ready for the movie."

You play "Moana", one of Abby's favorites so she's zoned out singing every song. Doing little dances. Bucky takes the opportunity to wrap his arm around you pulling you close. Whispering, "If you send those pics to anyone on the team, I will end you."

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Weighted Blanket: Simon Riley 

Call Of Duty Masterlist

word count: 840

description: Simon becomes your personal weighted blanket

Simon was wide awake as he usually was since he didn't sleep much, but for him to see you awake at this hour had him concerned. He walked into the kitchen planning to make some tea when he saw you curled up on the couch reading a book with your headphones in until you guys locked eyes. You watched him walk into the kitchen and heard him start making tea, so you pulled off your headphones and marked your book already knowing he was gonna question you on why you're awake. A few minutes later, he walks in and with two cups handing you one, before taking a seat on the table that was in front of the couch. 

"Thank you." You said as he handed you a cup.

"Why are you up sunshine? It's 2 in the morning, you should be sleeping." He said as he took a sip of drink. 

"I couldn't sleep. I thought maybe if I read some it would help me fall asleep but it hasn't." You said looking at him. 

"Why can't you sleep? Usually at any given point of the day, you can be found napping." He asked concerned. 

You smiled a bit knowing it was true that at any point of the day no matter what you were doing or who you were with which was mostly Simon, you could be found napping which heard you the nickname sleepy. But now you were scared to admit to Simon of all people that you couldn't sleep all because you didn't have your weighted blanket which helped you sleep. 

"Sunshine?" He asked snapping you out of your thoughts. 

"It's stupid really." You said shaking your head until you felt him place his hands on yours. 

"It's not stupid if it concerns you. Please tell me?" He asked as his brown eyes stared into yours like they would reveal something. 

"I usually sleep with a weighted blanket and I have to order a new one since the one I was used ripped." You said. 

Simon nodded he knew why people used weighted blankets but didn't question you further of why you slept with one. He also knew that more than not especially on long missions, you fell asleep on him and could sleep next to him with ease, which gave him an idea. 

"You could sleep with me, like share a bed with me unless you are uncomfortable." He said as you stared at him. 

"Si...I couldn't possibly do that." You said knowing that he wasn't a touchy person. 

"I know how hard it is Sunshine to not be able to sleep, plus I wouldn't have offered if I was uncomfortable." He said. 

"Are you Simon?" You asked him. 

"I'm sure, plus I think all those times you fall asleep on me should account for something." He said with a smile.

"Okay I'm willing to try as long as you promise to tell me if you become uncomfortable at all." You said as the two of you stood up. 

"I could never be uncomfortable with you Sunshine." He said as you two headed to your room. 

You set your stuff on your nightstand, before climbing into your bed watching as Simon climbed into his spot before gently wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close to him. You two made small talk while you started to feel yourself get sleepy. 

"Get some rest love, I'm not going anywhere." He said rubbing his hand up and down your back. 

"Thank you Simon for taking care of me." You said before sleep over came you. 

"I'll always care for you Sunshine." He said with a small smile watching as your breathing evened out. 

*BONUS*

A few days later you came back from a meeting with Price and found a box sitting on your bed making you a little confused since you didn't order anything. You opened the box and saw a weighted blanket with skulls all over it which made you smile having a feeling you knew who it was from until a note fell at your feet. 

"Figured you should have one in case im not with you, but I won't say no to being your weighted blanket again. Anytime you need sleep whether you have this or not, you know where to find me." -Simon. 

You were still smiling from reading his note that you almost didn't hear him come in until he spoke.

"So did I do good? I've never bought one before and there's so many options for these things now." He said. 

You set the note and blanket on the bed before turning and wrapping your arms around him before placing a kiss on his clothed cheek. 

"It's perfect, thank you Simon." You said looking at him with a smile.

Simon was thankful he had his mask on and that you couldn't see how much your simple act had affected him. He felt his cheeks grow warm and swore he never wash his mask again after you kissed his cheek. 

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Rainy Day alt. prompt

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Sherlock was standing in front of the window when John entered the sitting room. He must’ve seen John hurrying through the thick drops of rain, must’ve heard him muttering and swearing on the stairs, fighting his way out of his dripping coat.

And yet he was standing there motionlessly, looking out on the street, almost as if asleep on his feet.

John tilted his head. Sherlock had always had these… dark phases, where his state of mind came dangerously close to depression. But since his connection with John became even deeper, since they’d become a “proper couple,” his dark moods were usually not that severe.

Yet they were still worrying John, making him ache.

He stepped closer to Sherlock, bumping into the table on his way, just in case Sherlock really was so deep in thought that he hadn’t noticed John’s presence.

Sherlock didn't move, but when John was close enough to feel the warmth radiating from the other man’s body, he tilted his head ever so slightly. It was a sign, and John let out a relieved breath. It meant, yes, I know you’re here, yes, I want you to be around me, yes, I will be fine.

Carefully John closed the gap between their bodies, pressed his chest flush against Sherlock’s back and wrapped his arms around his torso. He could feel Sherlock lean back into him, and his hands came up to cover John’s on his chest.

“What are you thinking about?” John murmured into the fabric of the dressing gown.

“Nothing,” Sherlock said after a long moment of silence.

“Everything.”

John hummed in understanding. He knew this feeling. Everyone experienced this from time to time. Yet Sherlock’s mind was nothing like John’s, and the man was probably ripping himself and the world apart with an accuracy John couldn’t possibly imagine.

John stretched up and placed a gentle kiss on the nape of Sherlock’s neck, then loosed his arms around his body.

“Come on,” he said, stepping back. “Let’s have a proper day in then. There is kind of an agenda to follow on rainy days.”

He sent Sherlock to light a fire in the fireplace, while he retreated into the kitchen, filling the kettle, placing cups and plates on a tray, together with some of the biscuits Sherlock had made a couple of days ago.

Sherlock was already sitting on the sofa when John re-entered the sitting room, looking at him expectantly, a blanket next to him.

John put the tray on the coffee table, got comfortable on the sofa and motioned for Sherlock to cuddle up to him, then spread the blanket over their bodies.

Sherlock sighed contentedly. “And what else is on that agenda of yours?”

John chuckled, running a hand through the thick, dark curls.

“That’s pretty much it, to be honest. Light a fire, drink some tea. Cuddle up under a blanket. Don’t move. Maybe talk, take a nap, read a book. Listen to the raindrops tapping against the window. Be warm and comfortable.”

Sherlock was silent for a long time.

“Can you tell me something?” he asked eventually. “Anything. About your day at the clinic?”

John lowered his head to press a kiss on Sherlock’s scalp.

“Of course love. Whatever you want.”

And he told Sherlock about Mrs. Gough, who was coming every week, telling the weirdest stories about her cat. He told Sherlock about the little boy who’d almost bitten him in the finger. He told Sherlock about patients and colleagues, until he dozed off in John’s arms, tea long forgotten on the table and the fire slowly dying out, leaving warmth and gently glowing embers behind.

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[yumeko312]

Here is the English translation of my headcanon, I hope you like it.

What it would be like to be Ja'far's girlfriend:

SFW <(￣︶￣)>

> To have Ja'far as a boyfriend is to know that he is usually working most of the time and therefore does not have that much free time.

> If you can be his accomplice in catching Sinbad, believe me he will thank you even though he will apologize later because that is not your job and he should take responsibility.

> There will be days when he will sleep in the office while he is still reading some documents and signing paperwork.

> He'll really appreciate it if you usually show up at the office with a tray of coffee and a couple of cookies you made. You being there worrying about his health will make him think that maybe it's time for a little break.

> Being with him is like being in a senior relationship, there are times when it's so quiet with you that you don't feel like joking around and just want to relax.

> Those moments could be like him sleeping on your lap while you read something or the other way around, the only thing you know is that you love him and he loves you too.

> Usually those moments of peace are usually broken by a couple of kisses, either from you or him, because after the kisses you will let out a little laugh or smile asking each other if you want to do something.

> The moments when he drinks tea with you while doing his paperwork he takes the opportunity to talk to you about a date, you tell him not to worry for now and that when he finishes you will be waiting for him in the room to sleep.

> Many times when he finishes his work, he doesn't have energy for dates and usually those moments when they were going to have a date end up becoming moments of naps.

> He usually likes to be the big spoon, he feels he can protect you plus, being able to smell the scent of your head or the perfume on your body will make him relax.

> Their appointments consist of walking around Sindria while watching the merchants selling their products.

> Your conversations are usually quiet, he likes to hear your voice, he prefers to listen to you than to talk, maybe because as he has been locked up in the office for a long time he feels that he doesn't know anything about you or what you did during the day and he feels a little guilty about that.

> There will be times when he gives you surprise kisses but it will be when you are alone, either on a date or in his room.

> If at any time any of the generals see what Ja'far is doing, pray it's not Sharkkan because then it will be the teasing at meals and this will go on for quite a while.

> He tends to blush when it comes to kisses or any kind of affection, depending on how "bold" they are, so will be his various shades of pink on his cheeks.

> He loves to receive kisses from you, whether they are surprise kisses, shy, passionate, short, he will gladly receive it but that there is no one watching.

> He is not jealous but if he sees you jokingly flirting with someone be sure that he won't talk to you for a whole day and when he looks at you, he will give you a disappointed expression, please apologize to him.

> He thinks you are the most beautiful and sweetest woman in the world, so he is not surprised if a man approaches you to flirt with you. He knows you and knows that you will set a limit, if the guy keeps insisting he will gladly make Ja'far understand that he owes you respect.

> There will be times when in full boredom he will kiss your hand, he will love the blush on your cheeks.

> If he would invite you to eat, be sure it would be in his room, he doesn't like it when people are curious watching them.

> He wouldn't mind taking a bath with you or spending a couple of minutes in the bathtub with you, of course, if the weather is in his favor. It would be his favorite time, in general any time spent with you would be his favorite time.

> When you two are alone walking in the hallway, he will take your hand while his cheeks are painted pink, if you are the first to do it believe me his blush will be even redder.

> He would be someone who remembers his anniversary and he asks you to remember too so have a plan to remember when it is the anniversary. He might forget because of too much work, it would be a good idea to remind him even if he panics and apologizes for not giving you a gift.

> He would also remember your birthday, tell him how you would like to celebrate and he will gladly move some things around in his schedule.

> What would be his gifts? Tell him what things you like and he will gladly get them for you, of course, things that are possible, don't ask him for some fruit that is not in season.

> If you celebrate his birthday and decide to make a small dinner for the two of you, he will thank you for it. Besides, if you give him anything as a gift, perhaps as an object, he will appreciate it, for example, if you give him a ring, you will see how he wears that ring everywhere.

> He appreciates that you have the patience to put up with his annoyances caused by work and that he complains, he is sad to think that his complaints will surely make you fed up.

> He likes your little acts that you have with him, for example that you worry about his skin trying to make sure he doesn't burn too much, or that you go to his office to give him food and that you are willing to listen to him about his complaints at work or how about the time he caught you washing that set of clothes that no longer fit him and that you took the time to fold it carefully because you knew it was very precious to him.

> One thing you should keep in mind when dating Ja'far is that you must like children or want to have children in the future.

> Following on this point, when Ja'far sees how you live with children, he will really be sure to start a family with you.

> There will be nights where he will slowly start planning a future family with you.

NSFW (//ω//)

ω Having sex with Ja'far is not as common as it seems, I would say they rarely do it, maybe two or three times a week.

ω Ja'far likes to kiss you while he fucks you, he is someone very sweet.

ω He loves to run his hands all over your body, he wants to appreciate every beautiful part of you.

ω The only place where you will fuck will be in the bedroom, he likes it because it is a private place where no one can disturb or hear and where you can take your time.

ω He likes to undress you slowly, it's more sensual somehow.

ω He likes to cum inside you because he would like to start a family with you, he dislikes the idea of cumming outside your body because he doesn't want to make you even dirtier, even though you will have to take a bath in the end, he just wants to be considerate but if you tell him to do it he will.

ω The small thought of seeing your swollen belly from pregnancy will make him excited in bed.

ω How long does he last in bed, I say he is someone who lasts a good while in sex, he likes to take his time to appreciate your body, he will never be rough unless you ask him to.

ωHe will kiss every part of your body, from your neck to your legs.

ω He doesn't mind if you give him fellatio although his only concern is that you do it before he bathes, he will tell you he is dirty and give him time to bathe.

ω But he will not complain when it comes to sucking and licking your pussy, he will gladly do it and if you tell him it is dirty he will not mind, he will tell you that he likes to lick it as it is.

ω He likes to give you a great orgasm while he sucks your pussy or while he fucks you, he likes to see that expression you release, so docile, with those flushed cheeks and with your sweat decorating your body.

ω After sex he will ask you if you want something Water? He will go for a pitcher full of water Food? Give him some time Massage? How lucky he has a jar with rose oil, which by the way, he uses as a lubricant.

ω And if you want to bathe with pleasure Ja'far will tell the servants to heat water while he accompanies you, he also wants to bathe.

ω After sex, you will fall asleep hugging each other, he likes to fall asleep feeling your warmth, somehow it makes him think that he will not lose you like he lost his loved ones.

ω If you wish, he will get you pregnant.

I hope you liked it and share it, don't be afraid to ask me for any headcanon or oneshot. Just read the rules.

Have a good day.

[specialagentlokitty]

Sherlock/john x reader - you need this

May I request a story with Sherlock and John worried about clumsy reader? Maybe they are just sleep deprived and need a cup of tea and a good long nap? All platonic please. Thank you! - @their-love 💜

Padding into the living room, you stood there without a word.

Sherlock said nothing, but John set his laptop down, and he turned his attention to you.

“Is everything alright?”

“They can’t remember why they came in here, it’s a frequent thing.” Sherlock said.

You shrugged a little.

“Yeah but it’s fine, did I get a parcel today?” You asked.

“Yeah, it’s just over here.”

John got up, making his way to the corner of the room before coming back over.

You were heading to meet him halfway, tripping over your own two feet slightly before regaining your balance, taking the parcel.

“You good?” John asked.

“Huh? Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You just tripped?”

You waved your hand dismissively, making your way over to the couch, you bumped into the table, but said nothing as you sat down.

Setting your parcel on the table, you searched around trying to find something to open it with.

“Under the sofa.” Sherlock said.

You reached under, pulling out a box cutter and looked at him confused.

“You left it there the other day.”

“Oh yeah…”

You went to open your parcel and Sherlock set the book down that he was reading.

“You’re not usually this confused (Y/N).” John said gently.

“Eh.” You said.

Sherlock leant back in his chair, carefully studying what you were doing.

“Your hands are trembling, you have dark circles under your eyes. You have walked into everything going so far and you can’t even remember where you left your favourite box cutter.”

“We all forget things sometimes Sherlock.”

He shook his head.

“Not you. For the past three nights I’ve heard you moving about upstairs, then during the day you’re down here.”

John glanced between you and Sherlock.

“You’re not sleeping, are you?” John asked.

You sighed a little.

“I can’t… I don’t know why…”

“Nightmares, excessive caffeine, too much energy, there’s loads of reasons you don’t sleep.” Sherlock said.

You said nothing, and John got up, leaving the room.

Walking over to you, Sherlock took your new books from you, dropping them somewhere else and threw the box across the room.

You went to stand up.

“Ah. No.”

Sherlock placed a hand on your forehead, and pushed you back on the couch.

“You’re not leaving that spot.”

“Here, I’ve got some tea for you.”

John walked over, setting the cup on the table and he sat next to you, patting his shoulder.

“Come on, you need some sleep. We won’t go anywhere right Sherlock?”

You both looked at him.

“Sherlock!” John hissed.

Sherlock walked back over, throwing his hands into the air.

“Fine! I’ll stay here!”

He dropped himself next to you, handing you your cup.

“Drink your tea and sleep.”

“You’re not my father…” you grumbled.

“Then stop acting like a child.”

You smiled a little at him, sipping from your cup.

You kicked your feet up on Sherlock, leaning yourself on John.

“Will you read to me…?” You asked.

“Yeah, of course.” John smiled.

While he read, you drank your tea, and while John read, Sherlock carried on working on something.

Soon enough you fell asleep, but neither of them moved.

You needed this, you needed sleep, and if that meant the pair of them had to stay there with you sprawled across them, that’s what they would do.

Even Sherlock could manage sitting still for a while if it meant his friend getting some much needed sleep

[dominophile]

💙🍃Branch Dating Headcanons🍃💙

Character: Branch

Warnings: small talk of abandonment issues, nothing major

Nsfw?: none

This is for a friend. The reason I ever actually got into Trolls was because she told me all about how hot Branch was.

I also very much want to headcanon this guy I have so many thoughts.

Note: My headcanons will always include my species headcanons too, which includes but isn't limited to different types of tails, claws, hair, etc.

Now for the man of the hour, Branch!

Branch is the perfect man

I mean kind of

From the first day you started dating, this man has been super protective of you

He doesn't want anything bad to happen to you, even if you're definitely safe already, this guy is taking zero chances

Probably at some point tried to keep you in his bunker for "precautionary reasons"

Look it's the thought that counts, he loves you

Now let's not forget the abandonment issues

He's got a genuine fear that people he loves will all leave him, one way or another

Reassure him you're not going anywhere, please, he needs it

You don't have to be with him 24/7 of course

He understands more than anyone the need to be alone or do your own thing, trust me

If you want to hang out with other Trolls, I doubt he would mind

He doesn't like groups much, but he might appreciate the sentiment of you inviting him regardless

Say "I love you"

You might just have to he the first to do so

He loves you so fucking much, but "What if that scares them away??"

Just tell him how much you love him every so often, it helps

On a similar note, communicate!

Communicate how you feel, and encourage him to do the same

Keeping secrets and emotions from him could easily come back to bite you

Even if you don't have bad intentions, he might assume you do

It's not that he doesn't trust you, he just assumes the worst sometimes

That said, he's not sure how to share his own emotions sometimes either

This guy has spent a long time avoiding every other living being and doesn't often understand the difference between talking to himself, and talking to you

Social cues too, don't assume he knows what you're feeling, because as much as he tries with you all his new friends, he still gets it wrong a lot

Work with him, you'll get there

Branch enjoys spending time with you, but he's wary about physical touch

Ever met someone who hates being touched but is also touched starved? That's Branch!

If he wants physical affection or something of the sort, he'll come to you

You can also ask him. He loves and cares about you and even if it's not his favorite, if it makes you happy he'll allow it

He will absolutely protectively wrap his tail around you though if you guys are sitting next to each other

Who cares if you're all alone? Feel safe damn it

You're the only person who can do that, he knows you won't hurt him

If you also dislike physical affection, you two can just vibe in each other's company

Branch overworks himself sometimes, and normally would fight through exhaustion, but if you're around, he wouldn't mind a quick nap

You'll watch his back won't you?

He wouldn't mind if you fell asleep with him too

All in all though, he's a good boyfriend

He's thoughtful

He's caring

He's protective

And he really really loves you so much

He thinks you make him a better person

Like he was incomplete before you came around

"Meeting you was like finding the last missing piece of a puzzle."

Man that's cheesy. But sweet.

Oh maybe that was just a set up to get you to do a puzzle with him

Eh still sweet

I also think he would appreciate if you made him coffee in the mornings sometimes

If you're a coffee person, have some too!

Tea person? Or anything else? He'll stock up on what you like once he realizes you like it

He sleeps in late sometimes though, if you're a morning person you're fending for yourself with drinks

Other Trolls are happy seeing you with him during the day also

Especially Poppy

"So happy to see you branching out!!"

Bunker Bucket List: Learn to love again

Check ✅

[vampyfem]

Things that are NOT self care ❌

- plastic surgeries

- eating minimal calories

- living off of Diet Coke, tea, and black coffee for energy

- skincare for people pleasing reasons (like those insane 15 step routines pushed on kids as young as 10?!)

- neurotic workouts to get thin

Things that ARE self care ✅

- accepting the features you were born with and refusing plastic surgery because you are lovable and beautiful as you are and anyone who says differently is an asshole.

- eating nutrient rich meals

- drinking coffee/tea/coke as a treat alongside meals that give you energy

- simple skincare just to ensure that you have clean skin not to worry about aging, which is just a part of life (gentle cleanser, water, and a gentle moisturiser so you don’t get itchy or dry, and maybe a nice face mask for skin soothing/cooling reasons or some sunscreen)

- embracing that aging is a part of life and a sign of a life well lived

- working out to be healthy and blow off some steam or a nice peaceful walk

- watching your favourite show or reading a favourite book

- napping

- baking yourself a nice little treat

- cleaning your space as a gift to your self 1 hour into the future

- enjoying a nice candle or enjoying a scent sprayed onto your bed

- cutting off toxic people

- avoiding and cutting off misogynists, racists, and homophobes who put you down

-surrounding yourself with people who love you and want what’s best for you

- Not being afraid to take up space and speak your mind

- embracing your bare face and body hair

- consuming more pro-female media

Self care is actually loving yourself and nourishing your body and soul. It’s accepting yourself as you are and embracing what you were born with. Self care is treating yourself like the goddess that you are.

Self care IS NOT and never will be starving yourself, wasting time to appease a standard of what society tells you to be, or altering your body because society taught you to hate aspects about yourself.

It’s not at all shameful or selfish to be self serving in a healthy way.

[damiansgoodgirll]

Would you write a fic for someone of your choosing (I love ur writing I'd read for anyone istg) where the reader is feeling stressed or upset because of exams and he just comforts her? Maybe after a bad test or smth college is being a bitch rn and I NEED comfort :')

hope you don’t mind this one is with big virgil van dijk!

vvd x reader

stressed out

college was killing you.

you loved studying, but the exams and the few hours you had left for sleeping were going to be the end of you.

you were getting ready for a very important test when you just got the notification that you would have a second test the same day, just in the afternoon.

you felt drained and tired and you were sure you were going to fail both of exams because you couldn’t concentrate anymore.

tears started welling up in your eyes and you did your best to keep it silent because you knew your boyfriend was downstairs taking a nap on your couch and you didn’t want to wake him up, knowing how stressed he was from the league and all of the football matches.

but you couldn’t help to get anxious and a few sobs escaped your lips.

virgil was awake and was making you a tea when he heard you. he knew how stressed you had been in this period and it was pained him seeing how tired you were and how he couldn’t do nothing to help you.

he decided it was the best time for visiting you with his delicious tea.

you heard a knock on the door and immediately knew who it was.

“can i come in baby?” he asked you.

“ehm…just one second please” you said, wiping your tears away “come in…”

when he saw your face his heart broke. your look was tired and your eyes were all red and puffy.

“hey baby…” he sat down on the bed next to you and gently laid the cup of tea on your nightstand “i made you some tea” he smiled.

“thank you” you tried to smile but you were too tired.

“why don’t you take a break love? i can see how tired you are…” he suggested taking your hands in his bigger ones.

“what? no-no i can’t…” you started rambling “i just found out that i have two exams tomorrow, not one, two! i can’t take a break virgil…i need to be ready for tomorrow and…” he cut you off when you felt his hand caressing your cheek.

“easy love, take it easy…you’re over working yourself and that’s not healthy at all…i know who this is important to you but you’re not taking care of you and i’m worried…” he looked straight into your eyes and that was enough to make you cry once again.

he helped you between his legs, letting you cry all of your tears while his hands stroke your back.

“it’s okay love, let it all out, you’re okay…” he whispered.

“i’m not okay…i’m so fucking stressed about these exams that i know i’m going to fail both…i just, god, what was i thinking when i decided to go to college? i just - i’m so tired virgil i can’t even keep my eyes open and in less than 14 hours i have a very important test to do…” you kept crying, more like a desperate cry.

“hey hey hey it’s okay…i know you’re stressed baby, i know…but i also know you’re smart and a badass and that you won’t fail the exams…you just need to rest a bit and when you’ll be rested you’ll feel like studying again” he said “you can’t overwork yourself like this and not taking care of yourself…”

“i know…” you wiped your tears away and looked at him in the eyes.

“now… why don’t you drink this delicious tea i made for you and sleep a bit? i’ll cook dinner for us and when you’ll be hydrated you’ll keep studying okay?” he reasoned and you couldn’t help but agree with him.

“can you stay here with me? for a bit?” you asked him.

“of course baby…” he laid on the bed next to you. you drank all of the tea he made and that helped you calming you down. he then went to stroke your hair, helping you relax and fall asleep.

you drifted to sleep only a few minutes later.

virgil stood next to you all the time, making sure you kept sleeping and that you felt relaxed, all he wanted was to help you but little did he know he’s been helping you the moment you met.

[meefy]

before I finish my own headcanons for my girlies — how about some headcanons for Lata and Raji? 👀

Hfhdjsjsj the holy trinity of my fav AnS men!

(These are just totally random and whatever came to mind and/or that I've used as canon in my fics.)

Lata Forzeno:

- He loves CARBS. Bread, cookies, noodles, pastries of any kind...please give them all to this man. It will appease him in lieu of rocks.

- He is partial to colder weather and snow over warmer weather and rain. The snow glistening at night reminds him of the shimmer of certain crystals. But he'll probably complain as much about the cold wind blowing in his face as he does about the rain soaking through his clothes.

- He only goes to the public baths in Lyrias when nobody else is there. He'll never admit it, but he's rather shy.

- He's one of those people who can fall asleep anywhere. He's a deep sleeper prone to both sleeptalking and snoring.

Raji Shenazard:

- He's very particular about fashion and coordinating his outfits, maybe more than a prince (vs. princess?) might be expected to. He actually really enjoys choosing clothes for the day or a certain event, and likes to make sure everything is clean and ironed well ahead of time.

- He likes to read before going to bed, usually poetry or light novels, and can stay up well into the night if he gets really engrossed. Sakaki has to just about drag him to bed in those instances.

- He's not especially good at any kind of two-player games (think chess, checkers...) and he's a sore loser anyway...though he tries not to be so terrible after Shirayuki rubs off on him.

- He's always been curious about learning to cook, but he hasn't quite mustered up the courage to ask anyone in the castle yet to attempt what he's always seen as a menial domestic task, so he's instead taken to skimming through cookbooks whenever he thinks nobody's watching.

Shinsu Jiran:

- He doesn't like his foods touching each other on the plate, and he has preferred dishes that only he is allowed to use in the mansion. It's likely one of the first things the domestic workers are told when they first are hired in the kitchen there. He likes very strong flavours in food and drink: bitter tea, rich iced cakes and heavily seasoned red meats.

- He has a particular way of making his bed and folding his clothes such that he does those tasks himself, rather than let the servants to do so, because they can never seem to get it right.

- He is extremely good with remembering both names and dates, including very obscure ones. He can tell you the dates of just about any significant events in Clarines, no matter how far back in history they are. And that includes birth dates of notable nobles (but don't expect him to send a card).

- He is prone to migraines and it's one of the reasons he prefers to be alone much of the time; the noise and stimulation tends to trigger or aggravate them. He also struggles with chronic fatigue and often naps during the day.

[poisonheadcrabsalesman]

Mind Games

Chapter 1/2 - The Milland bodysharing thing I have been kicking around for a while now. Beware all ye read this, there's brief descriptions of body functions (specifically some piss stuff). I"ll probably mark this explicit on ao3 later.

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"Oh, this is awesome!" He says around a mouth of half-eaten bacon cheeseburger. "Yeah, okay, I see why you guys get cravings." Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he then grimaces at the feeling. The corners of his borrowed mouth pull down and his brow furrows - skin and muscle moving and he’s aware of it. Sauce on skin, half a day’s stubble scratching the back of his hand, and then the rough texture of recycled paper napkins wiping away the mess. There’s so much to consider when dealing with the physical.  

Roland resumes chowing down on their meal, mind drifting and ideas floating by a mile a minute. His thoughts focus on the burger in front of them and veer widely into multiple tracks that Miller cannot keep up with. The beginning of a headache flashes a warning spike of pain behind Miller’s eyes and Roland backs off. His borrowed hand grabs some fries and his thoughts linger on the cloying feel of oil and salt on his fingertips.

Miller sits passenger in his own body, by choice, and enjoys the sensation of being right and of the secondhand joy of discovery and experience.

"Whoa, carbonation is a thing that tastes! Neat!" Roland exclaims, with his mouth, so Miller takes it upon himself to call him out, and maybe slow him down too.

Just because he was a Spartan didn't mean he didn't get stomach aches.

You've been spending too much time on Waypoint picking up stupid lingo. Also, slow your roll, food's not going anywhere.

"Relax, Jared. Wow that's funny to hear coming out of your mouth. Anyways, I won't do anything unbecoming of a Spartan, especially not a mission handler, we came to an agreement. I get a burger with fries, and a nap."

It's funny that you think you can escape the consequences of this body if you eat too fast. If I'm going to suffer, so are you, Roland.

Also, can you chill with the leg bouncing?

"Oh, I didn't notice that. Huh." He stops jiggling Jared's leg and clumsily grabs more fries, trying some plain, some with ketchup, and some with the 'secret' sauce that he knows is just-

Do not ruin the secret sauce for me.

"Fine, fine. I forgot how much bleeds through like this. Oh we're out of soda." A smile forms on Jared's face and he doesn't like it.

"You still have your stash, right?"

He does. He knows Roland knows he does. He knows Roland knows he knows he does and that he knows Roland knows.

The silence extends and the grin turns vicious.

...you can have one.

"Two! And I'll cut the nap short, give you the keys back early."

Fine.

"Great! I always wanted to try these!" He has the gall to sneak over to Jared's stash while rubbing his hands together like a cartoon villain.

Just two! I'm saving the energy drink, do not drink the energy drink, Roland.

"Yeah yeah whatever, I didn't want it anyway."

Jared knows that's a lie.

He grabs a tea and a root beer, and the container of fries again before hitting play on the datapad and resuming their show. Watching it in real time wasn't as slow while in the meat suit, but it was still pretty similar to how they usually hung out, other than the shared emotions and physical feelings. Their reactions were there for the other to see instantly, rather than something they chose to voice. There was comfort in the familiarity of the time together, but with all of the sensations shifted to the left.

Please do not refer to my body as a meat suit.

Roland ignores him and cracks open the root beer, head tilted as he listens to the hiss as his eyes drift back to the screen for both their sakes. He sips at it and smacks his lips, and Jared has to wonder if he doesn't like it even though they're sharing the same taste buds right now.

"It's weird...but alright." He silences a burp with a fist and blinks at how it settles their gut. 

Jared doesn't know what's weirder, watching someone learn about human sensations firsthand, or that Roland has access to all of recorded human history and he still had to learn the hard way about burping through your nose after drinking carbonation.

"Hey! I heard that." He settles more in the chair, wiggling to get comfortable before deciding to sit forward and jiggle his leg again. "Human bodies are weird and messy, but food does seem to be worth it. We have to try more next time. I want coffee."

We'll see. I’m not sure how you’ll react to caffeine and if I want to deal with that. Why don't you try the tea first though, it's sweet and I know I like it.

Miller barely thinks the words and Roland is pawing at the bottle, leg going a mile a minute. He doesn't even question Miller's tone so he resigns to fade back into passenger mode and not draw attention to anything beyond their show.

"Oh this is evil, it's a drink that makes you thirstier." Roland says after coming up for air after downing half the bottle. He sighs and crosses his legs, then uncrosses them, and Jared can feel his brow furrowing again. Confusion at a new sensation, processing input and trying to label something just out of reach.

But then something happens in the show and it catches Roland's attention, but Miller is too busy trying not to think too loudly as he watches Roland. Watches him drink more as he zones out to the familiar outro and scratch at the stubble Jared hadn't shaved.

Roland yawns, stretches, and then stands to pace. He’s off-balance. Too many new inputs without sources he recognizes. The weird feeling has only been getting worse, a strange pressure growing and he doesn't know what it is and Miller has been quiet for a bit. Too quiet.

"You know what's happening, and you’re keeping quiet, aren't you? Spartan Miller!"

Ooh Spartan Miller, the supergenius AI doesn't know what's happening to him. Come on, Roland, figure it out.

He squirms some more, pacing around the space with an off-kilter gait that gets worse as he thinks about it. He's never felt stuff like this before and Miller's not throwing him a bone! He even sounds whiny like Miller in the shared headspace. Hey! All of his usual 'senses' came with labels and obvious causes. This was entirely new and while beginning to border on painful, it wasn't entirely unpleasant. 

It was just an unknown feeling, a strange pressure building, and the unknown part of it was both intriguing and terrifying. They were playing some kind of game and Roland didn't like to lose. Especially not to Miller.

Miller, who was sitting so smug in the back of his own mind and watching Roland struggle.

Sounds like you're giving up already.

"Shut up. I'll figure it out, human bodies aren't that complicated."

The judging silence that follows only leaves him more annoyed and the pressure is so distracting. It had started off as a feeling niggling in the back of their shared brain, but now it was taking up so much of their attention, he couldn't think or focus on anything else.

Go look in the mirror.

Roland sighs and stomps their way into the tiny bathroom attached to Miller's quarters, a perk of his rank and the Infinity being a retrofitted colony ship. It’s almost comical how he has to wedge Miller’s bulk into the tiny space and hunch to fit through the door.

"Okay, happy now?" He asks as he glares at Jared's face in the mirror and makes it frown.

Turn on the sink.

"Why?" And he twists the knob and fidgets as the tap runs, "Whatever. It's not like we're thirsty, I drank-"

His hands grab the sink edge and he shifts his weight from foot to foot as he makes the connections and Jared's triumphant smugness radiates through their shared mindspace. It's not as strong as the pressure is now that Roland understands what it is, where the urge originated from and what's going to happen now.

Everything alright, Roland?

He can feel Jared pushing at the mental connection, still a passenger, but he's putting more of his focus, more of his being into mentally being in Roland's way. Ignoring him as best he can, he hobbles to the toilet and fumbles with Miller's pants.

Trying to thread his dick through the hole in the front proves to be too much of a challenge so he pulls them down around his thighs and hisses as the cold air of the room somehow makes the pressure even worse.

He takes him in hand and aims and waits. And waits.

The pressure hurts a bit now and he whines, realizing he also left the tap running. The sound of the water is all-consuming and he can't just...do it. The urge is there and he's trying, but he can't. 

Human bodies aren’t complicated, huh?

Jared is weighing heavy in their mind and watching, waiting for him to give or for this to end and Roland can't figure it out.  

Forcing himself to relax proves fruitless too because he doesn't know what to do, and the noise and discomfort are building off each other in his mind.

Need help?

Roland grumbles and acquiesces, just so it'll be over. He shifts back and lets Miller take control of his body again, but clings close to see how it's done, and feel some relief because he feels like he's going crazy.

"Can't believe an AI can be pee-shy." Jared huffs and adjusts and then just goes.

Someone moans with their mouth as the pressure is finally, finally released and tension drains from Jared's body. Roland shivers and then so does Jared at the feeling.

They stand there for a while, tap running while they wait and wait.

When it's done, Jared tucks himself away, flushes, and then stretches and yawns.

"Wow, I feel lighter now. You really drank all of that and couldn't put the clues together." He says, smiling into the mirror as he washes his hands.

Roland sulks. He slinks at the back of Miller’s consciousness like a cat who’s been thwarted from catching a bird by the cruel presence of a closed window.

But he also learned some things, and in the end, that was what this whole experiment was about.

And there would be more, he's sure of it.

"Aw, are you sulking? It's fine. Come on, you still have a nap to try."

Roland grabs for the controls with a bit more force and startles the both of them before he shuffles back to the bunk. “Fine. I want to see what’s so good about unconsciousness anyways.”

If we have weird dreams, it’s your fault.

He grumbles with Miller’s mouth and then tries to get comfortable. They lay there for all of a minute before an itch starts somewhere between mind and body and Roland flops them on Miller’s side and huffs. He drags the blanket across their shared body like it’s offended him in some way. Another twenty seconds tick by in annoyance and he rolls the other way. “This is hard.”

It takes time. Try focusing on breathing and laying still.

“Don’t usually do that.” Roland murmurs with his face mushed against a pillow. Miller’s eyes are shut and he focuses on the breathing and all the points of contact they have with the bunk. Pressure on his hip and knee from how they lay, the pillow against his face and his arms beneath it, his rib cage expanding as he breathes. Roland doesn’t have to think about it, it’s an involuntary process, much like his own subroutines. There’s comfort in the automatic, when a system knows how to keep itself running. 

The warmth of his body heat and the light weight of the blanket help, as does the slow focused rhythm of Miller’s breathing. Their shared mind drifts in all sorts of directions in a very not-AI sort of way. Hazy half-remembered thoughts and trailing ideas for things to do and the zen-like emptiness of a body and mind beginning rest.

Sleep takes them, and so does half a REM cycle that’s then interrupted by an alarm on Miller’s datapad.

Groggy and confused, they roll over and squint at the ceiling. There’s drool, dried and crusty on Miller’s face and a damp spot on his pillow. Disgusting, Roland thinks. They feel heavy and slow and very unmotivated until Miller sighs and forces them to sit up.

Miller was hoping he wouldn’t feel exhausted after a short nap, but you can’t win ‘em all.

“What do you mean sometimes you feel worse after sleeping?” Roland whines with Miller’s voice.

The human body is full of surprises.

“This sucks.”

Yup. Becoming a Spartan didn’t fix everything.

“If anything, it gave you more problems.”

A bemused snort escapes him and the fickle feeling of holding in a laugh.

You always know what to say, Roland.

“You’re right, I do! And now it’s time to take the keys back, cuz I’m done with this biology stuff.”

A second passes and both minds are quiet.

Something is wrong. Miller’s heart-rate kicks up and panic prickles on the back of their shared neck, hair rising as the swooping sensation in their gut does nothing to distract from the sense of wrongness. Like the feeling of realizing you’ve made a mistake while walking downstairs in the dark, that final unexpected precipice sending panic that bulldozes all logic and experience. 

They’re stuck. Together. Or swapped. Miller isn’t in the chip per se, but he can’t take the wheel again. Roland’s stuck and can’t give back the controls without an intense feeling of vertigo causing them to crash to the bunk. 

“Oh god… We need to tell the commander…”

Oh god, we need to tell the commander.

[maxieeerr]

Super low / no cal ways to fight the hunger!

use responsibly, if something isnt avaible due to age please dont seek it.

sugar free chewing gum (i recommend mint flavour!)

iced / cold water (maybe add some lemon juice for vitamins)

high water content snacks (cucumber, watermelon etc)

tea (my fav is peppermint)

diet drinks

ice cubes (add a drop of syrup for flavour)

n1cotin3 (v4pes, c1gs etc) [only 18 +]

activities

watching mukbang

taking a nap

baking / cooking for others

watching movies or shows

consuming triggering media

reading a book

working out or going for a walk

taking a nice shower

spending time with friends

scrolling through social media

texting / calling randoms

doing self care

going for a swim

lmk if u have more ideas!

have fun, love you!!

[pics-pizza-peace]

Saw MLP AU drabbles/headcanons pt 3.

This post includes a little bit about various different characters/cutie marks, but the only ship material featured this time is chainshipping(not much) and xrayshipping.

@j1gsawz

Adam Stanheight & Lawrence Gordon(chainshipping):

Someone reminded me that canon Adam beat a Billy puppet to pieces w/a bat(probably to check and see if there were wires/cameras/whatever in it, and possibly because he was used to nasty pranks). In this AU Adam happens to be more interested in the toy, actually asking aloud if anypony had left their art project in his place, in case they were still there for whatever reason(he grew used to other pegasi/neighbors dropping in for naps occasionally).

Lawrence admires how much Adam cares about animals and younger ponies, after he learns more about him. He can tell that plenty of his anger comes from his passion to help others in need.

Logan Nelson & Zep Hindle(xrayshipping):

When the shorter colt finds out what his friend's full name is(Sheppard), he can't help but think of it as fitting/attractive. He knows not to mention it immediately after noticing, as he doesn't want to make the other uncomfortable.

Zep used to like to paint when he was younger, but he hasn't touched a brush in years. Eventually he's inspired to try again, and surprises Logan with a portrait of his favorite species of jumping spider for his birthday.

After getting a little more used to each other's company, Logan can't help but notice how often Zep squints or closes his eyes at random. At some point it gets in the way of a conversation & visit that they can't exactly postpone. Melissa(AU name could be Melody but idk yet) was at a friend's house for the weekend, and they had planned to catch up on recent things, maybe stay in to watch a movie. Zep's migraine had other plans.

      Logan stops himself before explaining his last week's activities. They'd already gone over most of Zep's week, when he seemed to shut himself down suddenly. "...Hey, you alright?" He asks the taller pegasus laying on his couch, his beanie placed over his eyes. Zep grumbles, "No... Don't need light." The other goes to turn off his living room lamps, acting on personal autopilot. "..You having a migraine?" He continues, making sure to get a warm towel ready and trying to remember if he had any ice packs in the freezer. "..Yeah..." After a minute or two he takes his hat off of his face as he sits up and blinks, surprised at how dark the room is now.

    Zep's eyes already feel a little better when he notices Logan walking swiftly & silently towards the kitchen. "How, do you..?" He manages. "Oh, sorry," The other laughs at himself a bit, "I get that a lot. I just have Really good vision in the dark... Sorry if that's, uh creepy--do you need something warm or cold?" he calls from the kitchen. Zep takes a minute to answer, the pain gripping his jaw & ears as he thinks to try. "Warm, Please" He lays his head back down on the arm of the couch, not wanting to move to try and answer the other again.

      He didn't want to embarrass himself any further by possibly sounding weird, and his neck and head were in so much pain that it was too much effort to sound the same in the moment. Logan returned with the warm towel and placed it onto his friend's forehead carefully. "You don't need to strain yourself, just gimme a sec..." He murmured to him before trotting off to do something else in the kitchen. He could tell just from how he'd already sounded and looked that Zep couldn't force himself to keep talking, and he wanted to help as much as he could.

    Right as Zep closed his eyes again, the warm towel already helping with some of the pressure sensation, Logan walked back into the living room. "I'm brewing a cup of tea, a kind that I like to drink when I need to relax, just in case." He started quietly, "Is... Does it feel like a tension headache? Because I might know another treatment for that. If you think it'd--" Zep interrupts him, having watched his new friend inspect his hair/scalp area from a standing position for a little while now.

  "You can play with my hair, I um.. I don't mind," He replies, guessing correctly which method the other was referring to, having already tried everything for his pain over the course of his recovery. He wants to thank the other for being so kind, but before he can another wave of pain grabs him, causing him to wince.

        Logan had forgotten himself in the moment, what with it being basically pitch-black in his living room. He remembers accidentally disturbing others before with his punctual nature, and he sometimes worries that he'll scare his friend off. Lucky for him Zep doesn't seem to mind at all, he almost couldn't believe how quickly the other had read the situation and helped to alleviate his worst symptoms by at least 30%.

   The pegasus takes a deep breath and closes his eyes again, feeling safer than he's felt in a long time, despite the ongoing pain. Logan takes another minute or two to gather himself before gently using his forelegs to rub Zep's scalp, occasionally bringing them together to carefully tug a tuft or two of his hair, hoping to ease some of the tension. He makes himself look out his backdoor window as he works, trying to count fireflies while they make their silent calls to each other for the evening. The last thing he wants to do is disturb his friend, and the dark is no excuse...

As Logan wonders silently why he was so nervous about being caught staring at the other, Zep begins to feel his migraine thankfully resolving itself for now. The pain slowly but surely leaves, and is eventually replaced with ticklishness, the usual sensitivity returning to his head and neck. He opens his eyes when he's sure most of the pain's subsided, and is grateful to see Logan peacefully gazing towards the back lawn, still paying enough attention to his task to be careful. He smiles to himself and stares for another moment before a full-body chill hits him suddenly, causing him to gasp.

"Oh--!" Logan jumps at the sound, making sure not to pull his legs & hooves away from the couch too quickly. "You okay? What happened??" Zep laughs to himself and sits up, "Sorry... The pain mostly faded, but I got really ticklish right after." The other turns a couple of the lights back on in the room, chuckling as he does his best to recover from such a startle. They'd been in comfortable silence for around 20 minutes when the taller pegasus had finally made a sound. "Did you still want that tea? It's probably done brewing now." Logan offers on his way into the kitchen. Zep thinks about it for a minute before replying, and decides it wouldn't hurt to try. "Yes, please."

​Cutie Marks & Special Talents/Powers:

Logan has unnaturally good night vision for an earth pony, same with his reflexes/inuition. His "strength" is mostly in his patience, though he won't hesitate to get violent if the occasion calls for it. His old cutie mark, a spider's web and bones, came from an early interest in unusual animals/pets. He didn't want to get into anything arts-related(he briefly thought about being a writer) even though his family had history in such a path, and ended up going to war before settling into medicine... his newer cutie mark, a laser collar trap around a red spiral with a tape player, symbolizes Logan's patience/trust in John's influence & his plan for Halloran. The tape player is there to reflect how skilled a Jigsaw Protégé he is.

Lawrence can use the magic he was born with to tell if other ponies are lying or telling the truth. This power got him into trouble when he was younger, and is part of why his mental breakdown still fits into his backstory in this AU. He's very good at counting his steps without trying, measuring approximate distances at a glance. The first phase of his cutie mark is a stethoscope & a (sewing)needle, the second is a large red spiral background w/a saw & scalpel replacing the shapes of the previous tools.

Adam has always had great height-endurance when it comes to flying for a different point of view. His skill seems almost unaffected by the scar on his shoulder once he's fully recovered, as he heals well. He also has an excellent eye for color differentiation. When he is abducted for the bathroom trap, he's a blank-flank, which isn't as uncommon in this AU. After it's decided that he should live to help carry on some of John's work as well, his cutie mark finally reveals itself. It's a polaroid camera w/a large red spiral reflected in the lens, a picture of a key on a chain falling out of it.

Zep can paint really well, he just doesn't practice a lot anymore. Not sure how this'll fit into his first cutie mark matching w/his first appearance, but I'm wondering whether or not he'll have 3 phases. One for before/during the field choice, one for the pawn/apprentice stuff, and one for moving on after surviving. We'll see idk yet.

(thank you to whoever mentioned a Jersey Italian Hoffman headcanon btw because now I can't shake it for personal reasons) Mark can cook well, thanks to his background. His more distant family(grandparents, great aunts & uncles) had been amazing cooks, but their specialty was baking. He took to an early interest in perfecting specifically some of their breakfast pastry recipes(added a new flavor of glazed donut to their lineup, a raspberry donut), and helped his elders keep their favorite coffee shop open(noticed maintenance needs to do w/equipment, and helped make repairs before it could go under). When he was old enough to get into policework, most of his elders had passed away, so his cutie mark served more as an inside joke over time("wow, so fitting for the badge haha" "nobody in this city has time to stop & enjoy fresh-baked goods anymore kid, they're too busy, too angry" "thank goodness the coffee's never drying up though" *eye-roll*). His sister Angelina was studying to get into mane-styling and makeup as a career path before she was murdered(this changes, working on it soon). They were both still 'only children' born to their original parents, just raised by older & more distant relatives early. On Mark's second cutie mark, the spiral symbolizes John's influence & the natural symbol for change, and the pendulum blade reflects his loss and resulting vengeful nature.

Peter Strahm's first cutie mark was a pen layed over some papers, which reflected how well-organized and determined a learner he was in school. His intelligence and attitude could've led him to many different career paths, but his stubbornness and attention to detail led him to EBI(idk??Equestria's FBI?idk) work. His second cutie mark is a red spiral(symbolizes John's influence vicariously through Mark's actions, self exploration and acceptance of his dark side) inside of a glass coffin(he doesn't know it yet but his magic can alter glass/mirrors, and this proves useful later on).

[jolalibrary]

[TW in case anyone needs it, periods]

https://www.tumblr.com/undercoverpena/747044839406944256

Okay but I picture it like this, it’s you and Frankie in the first few months maybe? And it’s the first time he’s come up against you on day 1/2 of your period (they’re always the WORST 🙄). He lets himself in with your spare key and finds you in the couch or in your bed curled up in agony and he flaps (only a little??) and once he’s had that mini-panic, he becomes LASER FOCUSSED. Maybe he tells you to nap and you do that after some cuddles and belly rubs from him. So once you’re napping he goes to the shop and then when he comes back he sneaks in and sets about making you your perfect hot drink (mines is lemon and ginger tea which isn’t all that tricky tbh hahah) and brings it to you. He wakes you with a kiss on your forehead and gives you your treats with a hot water bottle and then you watch your favourite movie and when you have a sip of your drink you just look at him like damn. You just KNOW. you know you will love this man forever bc no one can get your drink right and this man does it first or second try?

God. I’m sorry for throwing this on you. I’m so affected by this small minor thought 😭😂

Sorry for the British/Scottish-isms hahahha

I am flapping at this post omg

Anyway

Have a wonderful weekend!

please never apologise, I have loved all of this.

see, me and you, same wavelength; cause frankie 100% deffo remembers rainy’s drink from that first “date” they had. and it’s squirrelled away—just like how she remembers his?

and all of what you said, I’m just so hot for. because the idea that someone would remember such a detail, you know? this personal, very minor detail but has the power to turn an entire day around.

but, to add for you:

Frankie would absolutely go the extra mile. he’d make sure you have stocked up on products, get you some food too—because he envisions you haven’t eaten. maybe he gets you a drink with electrolytes in it, pops it in the fridge just in case. gets ice cream, chocolate, and covers all basis. but then when he hands you that drink and you melt at the warmth, the perfection in which he’s made it and then asks if he can touch you, if he can massage your lower back or get you anything.

and you just melt into a mess of goo, cause hormones.

[archive-of-the-lost]

𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 @mimicaz: Okkotsu Yuta!

Compatability: ████████▒▒ 80%

Confession: Yuta confessed in the medical ward while Shoko wasn't around (wow so romantic). He was planning to confess for a while now, preferably in a more scenic location and maybe with some sweets, but you were teasing him for getting hurt during missions so often and what would he do if not for you that the words "I think I'm in love with you" just slipped from his lips. The silent tension that followed was palpable. At least he made up for his impulsive confession with a nice date at the aquarium? And cleaned up his act a bit.

♡ He was quick to notice your dislike of being touched after getting to know you, and made sure to respect that boundary of yours. Even after the both of you started dating, he tried to avoid touching you as much as possible, continuing his habit of tugging on your sleeve or stepping into your line of sight when he needs your attention. He won't know that you want physical affection from him unless you straight up tell him, either verbally or with a bold action like taking his arm and draping it over you when you both sit side by side. He would be so flustered at first, but quickly gets comfortable and starts making up for all the time he spent pining for you from a distance. He's also secretly happy that he's the only one you like receiving physical affection from, cuddling up to you like a possessive dog.

♡ He thinks he'll get used to you biting him out of nowhere after a while, but you always manage to catch him off guard lmao. You both would be cuddling peacefully then you suddenly bite his arm and he'll be surprised every time. He'll playfully bite you back once in a while. He jumps kinda cutely when you touch his stomach with your cold hands and he doesn't find this habit of yours as endearing as the biting, but he's always super nice when telling you to stop like "your hands are cold please don't ^^;". He finds it hard to get mad at you when you giggle so cutely. Gives up and hugs you back eventually.

♡ Yuta is already the type to worry too much about other people, so you being bad at taking care of yourself will likely turn him into a full-blown mother hen. He quickly learns to bring you food when he eats, and texts you often when he isn't around to ask if you've been drinking water/eaten anything. There are days when he has to go on missions and isn't free to make sure you've eaten breakfast, which means you're probably feeling nauseous by the time you get to see him. He makes sure to keep lemons and sugar in his room for making tea to help with your nausea whenever this happens. Yuta might seem overbearing at times, but he genuinely just wants the best for you.

♡ You're right about you isolating yourself being a problem for Yuta. D': After making friends in Jujutsu High and gaining confidence in himself, he also realised he wants to feel a sense of belonging. His loved ones mean a lot to him, and his loyalty extends to the people precious to those he cares about as well. After seeing what it's like to be loved and cared for by others, he doesn't understand how you like being alone and even question if love and connection is truly important sometimes. He tries to be understanding and give you your space, but he will at least text you after a few days or so, lest you forget about him. Being with people is fun, he'll prove it.

♡ Yuta is always happy to receive any trinkets you give him. He keeps them in a box by his table, like a time capsule of your love for him. And he likes to open it just to go over the things you've given him (so far) to make himself feel better when he's sad. He starts bringing you things he thinks would make you happy too, like a nice rock he found or a flower he pressed a few days ago for you, but mostly snacks especially when he travels further for a mission. He worries you don't eat enough.

♡ Finds your love for naps rather endearing. Your sleeping face is super cute. He hopes you don't mind him taking pictures sometimes so he can look at them and smile in private. He's pretty much your personal pillow, his shoulder always available for your cheek to rest on as you settle down to sleep. Doesn't even mind if your makeup gets on his (white!) shirt. He'll sit still for hours if he has to, sometimes playing with your hair, sometimes joining you in sleep. Maki is sick of the sight of you both cuddling in the car whenever you guys go anywhere.