#pls ignore me i'll probably be fine in half an hour

[softgothbabe]

Don't get upset over something stupid DON'T get upset over something STUPID don't GET UPSET over SOMETHING STUPID DOTN T HET UPSET OIVER.S OMRTHKNG STIPOIDDDD

[k-slla]

Watching Over Me

A/N: So I had this idea last night before falling asleep and just had to finish it. All mistakes are mine, ignore pls😊

@cevansbaby-dove & @jackles010378, thought of you two when I wrote it , so I hope you'll like taking care of Sick hubby Dean🥰

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I woke up and turned around to look at Dean. I was surprised to see him already up, he was usually deep sleeper. He didn't notice me waking up and continued to stare the ceiling. "Morning, babe." I said quietly and put my arms around him. "Morning." He groaned back weakly. "Are you okay?" He didn't answer. I sat up to take a closer look at him. "Babe, are you sick?" I asked worriedly and touched his forehead. "You're burning up. Can you sit up, please? I'll bring you some water and Advil. I want to get the fever down, okay?" He only nodded for answer. He really must be feeling awful to admit it to me on first try. I stood up from bed and looked for my robe. "Hey, babe?" He asked. "Yeah, can I get you something?"

"No, just wanted to say you're beautiful." He smiled weakly at me. I smiled back at him. "Aw,babe, you're just delirious." I kissed his forehead and turned to leave our bedroom. Almost out of door I heard a quiet mutter behind me. "No, I'm not." Smile was again on my lips as I heard him sigh loudly. "I'll be right back."

The bunker was quiet. Sam probably stayed at Eileen's last night. I entered the kitchen and straight to the medicine cabinet. After finding what I needed, I grabbed a glass of water and went to see Dean. "Hey, take these and try to sleep, okay? I'll make you some soup. "

"Thanks, dear." He took the the meds and drank the whole glass of water. "Can I get some more please?"

"Sure." I said as I went to fill the glass again. When I got back, he was already asleep so I left the glass on a nightstand and went to make him some food.

After hour and half of struggling, I heard front door closing. Sam got home and followed the noise I was making in the kitchen.

"Y/N! What are you doing? Where's Dean?" He laughed at the mess in the kitchen. I was getting hopeless. Chopped veggies were everywhere. "Uuhh- He's asleep. He's sick and I wanted to make him soup, but I'm- " I cut the words and looked around in the kitchen. "Can you help your poor sis out? " I looked at him pleadingly.

"How is it possible that you bake so well but can't cook even if your life depends on it? Of course I'll help you."

I retreated into the corner to sit at the table out of his way. Marrying into the Winchester family was best decision I've made in my life. Watching Sam move masterfully in the kitchen, I couldn't help but gawk at him in awe.

"You Winchesters are amazing in kitchen. Where did you learna to cook this well? " I asked him. "Oh, yeah." I said knowingly, as I remembered that the boys didn't really have a choice, with John always away they had to cook for themselves.

"Dean teached me, you know? He used to experiment with different recipes as soon as he could go shopping alone. Until the we pretty much lived off canned soups and corn flakes." He said sadly and he reminisced about childhood.

After some time the kitchenwas filled with amazing smells.

"Soup's almost done. Can you make some grilled cheese sandwiches?"

"That I can do!" I said happily as I jumped up from my seat.

Carefully balancing the bowl of soup and sandwich on a large plate, I made my way to our bedroom.

"Hey, D. I brought you some soup. "

He sat up in bed. "I have to admit, I had some help making this. I was a lost cause in there and Sammy finished the cooking. So it should be fine." I said smiling at him. "Are you feeling better?"

"Yeah, I am actually. "

I carefully placed the plate in his lap. "Please try not to spill, okay?" I laughed as I sat down next to him.

"What am I? Four?" He asked and immediately spilled some soup onto the blanket.

"Oops. Sorry!" He said innocently. I just facepalmed.

After he finished his lunch, I took care of the dishes. The worst part of cooking.

Finally when kitchen was squeaky clean again, I took a quick shower.

"Babe, come here." Dean called me sleepily when he heard me entering our room again. "Just a sec, hun." I answered as I pulled the towel from my hair. I dried my hair a bit and joined him on the bed. "Can I get you something?"

He swiftly put his arms around me and pulled me into his embrace. "Hey!" I squealed.

"Just want some cuddles, babe." He kissed the top of my head and I just sank into him. "Thank you."

"For what?" I asked, looking curiously into his eyes.

"For taking care of me. I love you, Y/N." I gently stroke his head.

"In sickness and in health, that's what we promised each other, right?" He smiled at that remark. "Get some sleep now, you'll feel better soon."

"Please stay with me." He said quietly.

"Of course."

[miyacreampie]

Something that (probably) only sensei would laugh at. :D

“What?”

synopsis 💭;; Exposing the owl boi

note 🖋️;; This made me exhale air through my nose. Y'know like 😤, but more like 🐽💨. Y'know? Anyway, I thought I'd post it because why tf not? :D also, ignore any mistakes jabsnsbsjwbws

Male pronouns used idrc who reads it tho

“Okay, but Bokuto has the IQ of a literal elementary schooler.”

Kuroo gave (Y/n) a strange look. “He isn't dumb. Well- he knows a lot of big words, but–”

Kenma butted in (for no reason). “But what?”

“If you use too many complex words at a time, his brain switches off.” Akaashi and (Y/n) both said in perfect unison, looking at each other in surprised and confusion when they finished.

Kuroo and Kenma looked at each other before looking at the other two men.

“For real though. I'll show you. Tarou-kun! Come here!”

Within a few seconds, Bokuto ran up to his four friends, squeezing himself between Akaashi and (Y/n).

He looked around at everyone, smiling like an idiot. “What's up? What're we talkin' about? Hm? Hm?”

“Is it true that we enacted a reproduction ritual for about two continuous hours, all the while your boisterous cries; loud enough to shatter the windows, echoed throughout the room?” (Y/n) asked, nudging his boyfriend's side. Bokuto's smile went from a happy one, to a forced and confused one. (Y/n) continued. “Half the time you were pleading for your release because of the many times I brought you towards that point, but stopped just before you could let it out.”

“What?” Koutarou, Kozume and Tetsurou asked in perfect unison as (Y/n) and Akaashi had done before. They all were lost.

“Hubby rapping on that dictionary type beat–” Bokuto

“I didn't understand a word of that.” Kenma

“Could you..like- dumb that down for me?” Kuroo

Just as (Y/n) was about to explain, Akaashi put a finger to his lips. “I'll tell them.” He chuckled, a smirk appearing on his face, but quickly going away as he spoke. “What (Y/n)-kun was saying is that he railed Bokuto-san for almost two hours straight, and the whole time, he was moaning loud enough that (Y/n) thought the windows would break. Y'know, cartoon-style.”

“Wh-”

“Half of said three hours was Bokuto-san begging to cum because (Y/n)-kun had edged him so many times.”

All eyes were now on Bokuto, whose face was as red as Tendou's hair. He wanted to just crawl in a hole and stay there for the rest of forever. The embarrassment was overwhelming. (I mean, he was just indirectly called a loud bottom by his best friend.)

Kuroo opened his mouth to say something, but closed it again. Kenma knew what Kuroo wanted to say, so he said it for him. “Is it true though?”

“...yesn't.”

Pls laugh 💀 being horny is fine too- (fr like who wouldn't get horny thinking about railing Bokuto? 😩💖)

[mhalachai]

Is Eight Days a Week just really a oneshot? I mean ??? W H A T. I require more of this stunning fic! Like pls I'll give you Yuratchka with his cat holding a lilies for you-

knowing myself I was trying to keep Eight Days A Week as a one-shot as I have other stuff I need to get back to (specifically trying to write about how Viktor is partially supernatural and Yuuri is very, very confused) but like if I was going to write more in season two, it would go a little something like this:

we open season 2 with the day Yuuri moves into the house - lots of domestic chaos and Yuri keeps trying to bite everything and of all the other chaos that day JJ starts being strangely absent, so when Viktor has finally succumbed to his children’s demands for pizza, Yuuri goes to find JJ. He’s in the library where no one goes and he and Yuuri have a talk and JJ talks about how he hates being the middle child because the older kids ignore him and the younger kids are too young and Sara has Michele to pay attention to her, and JJ feels like he doesn’t have a place in the family. And Yuuri commiserates because that’s how he felt when he was figure skating and he doesn’t have an answer but he promises JJ that whenever JJ wants to talk, he can come find Yuuri because Yuuri thinks that JJ is super special and super smart and really kind, and JJ sniffles a bit and they hug and go get pizza, and it’s a madhouse, but over the mass of children swarming the pizza boxes, Yuuri looks at Viktor and smiles, and he’s content.

next episode - we’re drifting into the school year, and since Otabek is in kindergarten, this means that all Yuuri has to do all day is watch Yuri and clean up and stuff. Viktor still usually goes off to his job (of which Yuuri is somewhat in the dark over) after he gets the kids up and ready for school (Yuuri fetches them all home) but one day when Yuuri gets up he finds that the kitchen table is bare of breakfast and the only children awake (Sara and Mila) are whining. So Yuuri pulls out the breakfast stuff, puts the older kids in charge of feeding the younger ones, and goes in search of Viktor.

(this got a bit long, why can’t i keep things short)

He wonders if Viktor left for the day without telling anyone, but Viktor’s door is open a crack and Yuuri can hear pained breathing inside. He knocks and after a minute Viktor asks what the hell it is, so Yuuri goes in to find Viktor on the ground, back propped up against the bed with his hand as a fist pressed against the muscle of his damaged leg. Viktor just says that his leg does this sometimes and can Yuuri please take the children to school, Viktor will be fine. 

Yuuri doesn’t quite believe this, as the figure skating blogs had somewhat graphic detail of Viktor’s injury and he knows how bad things are, but he just says he’ll get the kids to school and does Viktor want any painkillers. Viktor’s tight-lipped response of ‘we’re out’ doesn’t make any sense but Yuuri respects Viktor’s desire for privacy so he backs out of the room, catching Yuri around the middle as the boy tries to dash into his dad’s room.

Yuuri gets the kids off to school without much incident, noting the worry on Georgi and Chris’s faces, and telling them quietly that Yuuri will make sure Viktor is all right. When Yuuri and Yuri get back to the house, Yuuri dumps Yuri in his room and goes to check on Viktor, who has now progressed to lying on the floor. More than a little worried, Yuuri goes to the bathroom medicine cabinet, where he knows there are bottles of prescription painkillers. 

Only they’re empty. They’re all empty. 

Worried that one of the children has been sneaking the drugs, Yuuri carries the bottles out to show Viktor. This time, Viktor looks at Yuuri with a less than happy expression. 

“I can either take painkillers or antidepressants,” Viktor bites out. “This happens sometimes. I’ll handle it.”

The edge of the pill bottle is sharp against Yuuri’s palm. All he can say is “Oh,” because Viktor is a grown man and he’s made his choice. “What about an ice pack? Will that help?”

Viktor looks at Yuuri for a very long time before closing his eyes. “Sometimes a heating pad helps,” Viktor says. “It’s just tensed up and the nerves are misfiring. It happens. I tried rolling it out.”

“I’ll get the heating pad,” Yuuri says as he jumps up. “What about a massage? Will that help?”

Viktor doesn’t respond as Yuuri hurries out of the room, triple checking on Yuri as he goes getting the heating pad and puts water on for tea like Viktor likes. When Yuuri gets back upstairs, Viktor asks where Yuri is, and on hearing the boy is in his room, tells Yuuri that maybe reading to him will take Viktor’s mind off the pain.

Yuri seems to sense Viktor’s mood, for he’s far less screamy than usual. Viktor reads to Yuri while Yuuri reads up on muscle pain. When the heating pad has done its work, Yuuri says again, “I did some courses on massage when I was in college. I might be able to help.”

Viktor looks at him with honest surprise. “In college?”

Yuuri blushes. “My degree’s in sports medicine. It made sense back before— it made sense at the time.”

Yuri tries to hit Viktor with the book. “Read it again!” he demands.

Viktor takes the book, his eyes going to the pages. “I suppose a massage wouldn’t hurt,” he says, voice flat. He shifts around, pulling off his sweatpants. He’s wearing boxer briefs, which cover more than most bathing suits.

Yuuri isn’t prepared for the sight of Viktor’s leg. The scar cuts long and deep, diagonally across the skin, and it’s apparent that the muscle took a lot of damage. Suddenly, Yuuri wonders how Viktor can walk without a limp. 

But he doesn’t let any of this show on his face. He turns to Yuri. “Hey, I need to help your dad. Can you help too, by reading with him?”

Yuri considers this. “Okay,” he says finally, curling up on Viktor’s other side and pointing at his book.

Yuuri, who never considered that anything he did in his college degree would turn out to be useful, massages the muscles in Viktor’s thigh as Viktor reads the book to Yuri another three times. By then, the tension and pain in Viktor’s face has faded, and he sounds exhausted.

Finishing up, Yuuri sits back. “Hey, Yuri, how about we give your dad some breathing room?” he suggests. “I’m going to help him up and we can go get a drink of water.”

Yuri considers, then ‘helps’ Yuuri help Viktor up to the bed.  “I’m fine,” Viktor protests.

“Take a nap,” Yuuri orders. “I know how much pain can drain you. I’ll be downstairs with Yuri.”

Viktor tries to glare. It doesn’t work. “This is a new side to you,” he complains.

Yuuri pulls the blanket over Viktor’s legs. “It comes from trying to take care of your children.”

“You’re never this bossy with them,” and Viktor’s fading. Yuri goes up to kiss Viktor’s cheek, then runs out of the room. With a final look back, Yuuri follows the boy.

Viktor comes downstairs two hours later, while Yuuri and Yuri are having lunch while watching cat videos. He’s pale and pinched from pain, and he’s using a cane to walk, which Yuuri has never seen. “Daddy!” Yuri screeches. “Have lunch with us!”

“If you insist.” Viktor sits heavily at the table, and doesn’t speak as Yuuri gets him a plate of leftovers. He still doesn’t speak as he eats, just watches Yuri chattering happily about cats and tigers. 

It’s only when Yuuri lets Yuri loose in the backyard that Viktor says anything. “I didn’t want you to see me like that.”

Yuuri settles beside Viktor on the back step so he can watch Yuri. “It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not,” and Viktor’s voice is sharp. “I’m not… You’re here to take care of the children. Not me.”

Yuuri worries at the fabric of his shirt hem. He can’t look at Viktor. “I can’t not help someone when they’re hurt.”

For some reason, Viktor goes still. When he speaks, he sounds more Russian than he usually does. “I would not be an obligation to you.”

“You’re not.” Yuuri digs his fingernails into his palm. “You’re not an obligation. You’re important to me.” 

The admission, once out of his mouth, makes his head spin, but he keeps going in case he can salvage this. 

“I’d like to think that we’re friends. But if you… I can just forget about that if you want.”

“No,” Viktor says quickly. “I… I wold very much like to be your… friend.”

Yuuri’s heart skips a beat as he finally turns to look at Viktor. Viktor, who is so pale, so achingly weary… almost fragile. “Friends,” he says softly.

He wants to touch Viktor, wants to kiss him. Sitting this close on the back step is somehow more intimate than when Yuuri was massaging Viktor”s leg only half an hour before. 

With a scream, Yuri descends on them, demanding hugs and attention, and it gives Yuuri the space to breathe. 

He and Viktor are friends. 

next up: Mama Katsuki comes to town! Yakov Feltsman suddenly shows up asking Yuuri if he wants to go back to figure skating! And… a wild night of passion? Stay tuned to Eight Days A Week!

(k no really i will probably try to write a couple more episodes in the next little bit so stick around :)

[consistent-self-destruction]

it's the way i die without 25/8 attention for me 😋 & it's really bad bc it's specifically * her * like idc if most of my friends dont text me for DAYS

well not that idc, i love them to pieces ofc but like, if they dont text me for a couple days, it registers that they're busy (& they're mostly online friends so they have their own ass life to tend to yk) & that's okay, like i'm fine w that and we just talk whenever like normal

but i !!!! am so !!!! stupidly ATTACHED to this hoe and it's SO BAD

so if i dont get a text back after a couple hours i literally just get in that silly goofy mood like 😚😍😝😝 that's sarcastic and a special brand of bitter ykwim??

like i am not getting ATTENTION from my FAVORITE person and that is making me 😡😡😡 like come TALK to me pls imy always

but she's BUSY and has a LIFE yet my BRAIN FOR WHATEVER REASON is a HOE // so if i dont hear from them for a couple hours my brain goes "lol she's tired of yo dumbass", "you finally drove them away", "see i TOLD you you talk too much FOOL"

AND FOR WHAT

i dont get 25/8 attention and i DIE basically, and i just :')

& i think it's rooted in something deeper tbh :/ like i dont get much affectionate light-hearted attention from my parents, if they're not smothering me with isolation from peers & a normal teenage life and stupid little rules, they're mostly ignoring me el oh el

like me and my parents aren't friends // "im not one of your lil friends" really hit different LANSDLLDFS

but yuh i dont get attention at home so when ANYONE shows me even HALF an ounce of attention and affection im like JDNJSFNKDSFSFNDK ?!?!?!?! <33333 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :OO :D

and this bitch has been entertaining my BULLSHIT and TOMFOOLERY for like 2, almost 3 YEARS SJDLNLGNGJLDF

SO NATURALLY IM JOINED TO HER BY THE HIP RIGHT RIGHT OKAY

BUT IT'S TO A POINT WHERE IF I DONT GET ATTENTION FROM THEM I THINK THEY SECRETLY DONT LIKE ME AND DONT WANT ME AROUND AND MAN // bc when my PARENTS ignore me it's like "lol okay im not wanted here, i'll just go in my room ig" SO????

IT'S FUCKING ME UP - IM FUCKING MYSELF UP OKAY

gesu cristo. no gesu lesbica. i need gesu lesbica rn bc got damn. crying dying sliding down walls tbh. these are the red flags - i am the red flags. the psycho whore who needs constant attention bc without it im 😵 & feel unwanted & that's just,, concerning. sigh.

& i mean at least i dont act on it - like im a people pleaser so i dont gaslight/manipulate my friends, esp not my best friend into feeling bad if they dont text me for a while yk? like i dont say shit like "lol i was dead while u were gone" ykwim? i dont make them feel bad because they're not SUPPOSED to feel bad, like live ur life !!!! it ain't ab me, your job is to live your life guilt free asf - you're not responsible for making me feel wanted with over-attention, your only responsible for your own life right right, yes <3 so i dont do that. but i still FEEL shitty even if i dont talk to them about it and i think even just feeling it is a red flag in of itself. i am glad though that i dont act on it & become emotionally manipulative. i take pride in being an understanding person and i dont want that to ever change, and i dont think it will cause #peoplepleaser til i die bc if i dont then i'll drive away the people i care about asf??? and i dont want to do that?? cause then i'll be alone??

there's a lot to unpack here and i was not gonna write that much anyways shutting up now <3

the point is: bestie hasnt texted me for a couple hours, my attachment issues are screaming, i unreasonably feel like she secretly wants to leave bc im weird and talk too much like wtf // that need for constant attention is probably a sub @ my emotionally neglectful household lol // i feel like it's a red flag that i basically die and feel unwanted and disliked when people stop talking to me // and it is // but at least i dont manipulate people into giving me attention just to satisfy my need to feel wanted // never that // cause it's not real // & i could drive them away // & i dont wanna be alone <3

no one:

my bestfriend: *doesn't text me for a couple hours*

me: oh no! 😟 our friendship !!! 😥😰 it's broken !!!!!!!! 😫😖😭🤧

- 9:31 pm // 10.26.21 -