#sometimes you gotta make things out of beans

[mildmayfoxe]

grocery shopper refunded me green bell pepper & raspberries & chicken that were “out of stock” and then got them for me anyway at no cost which makes me wonder what would have happened had i not instantly canceled the substitution of regular avocados for organic when i saw the price jump up to $15 for three. probably i just would have paid a billion dollars for avocados but what if he had a scheme the whole time. and also my free food probably would have made up for the most expensive avocados in the world and also i would have avocados right now

[saudadeko]

ADHD tips from a girlie who was diagnosed in her late twenties and has had little to no support since and is being so brave about it:

1) Make it easy, make it accessible, and make it appealing. If anything this is the most important thing, all tips going forward are based around this concept.

2) That thing you think would help you but you haven’t bought/done it yet because you’re technically surviving without it? Buy it, you need it. It doesn’t matter if people around you might think it’s wasteful or that you’re lazy, you’re not, just do it, trust me.

3) Expanding on tip #2, if you’re like me and eggs are your main source of protein because they’re quick and easy and feeding yourself is a near insurmountable task- buy yourself an electric egg cooker, make a bunch of hard boiled eggs and keep them in your fridge for quick and easy protein to add to any meal (handful of crackers, a hard boiled egg and a banana? 5 star meal right there. Or mash them up with some mayo for egg salad sandwiches). Other easy proteins include: potstickers (put them in instant ramen), edamame (they have microwaveable snack packs), chickpeas (put in salads!), beans (can of beans microwaved with shredded cheese and some tortilla chips), peanut butter (with crackers, apple and cheese, adult lunchable style), and tofu (cut into cubes, throw them into a ziplock with some seasoning and potato starch, shake that shit up and bake it until crispy).

4) Spend a little extra (if you are able) on daily use items that excite you, it will make you more likely to remember/want to do said daily task. For example: the only reason I remember to use sunscreen is because I bought some fancy japanese sunscreen that smells like roses so I get excited to use it, same for laundry detergent and body wash! there’s a gajillion different body wash scents out there, switch it up!

5) If there’s a task you continuously struggle with take a moment to think about which part of the task is making it difficult, it could be something even as small as “I don’t put my dirty clothes in the hamper because my hamper has a lid on it and lifting the lid is one step too many-”, sounds a little stupid huh? But trust your gut, it’s not stupid if it works. See tip #2 and BUY A HAMPER WITHOUT A LID.

6) If you are having trouble starting a task, break the task down further, sometimes the way I start a task is just by going “Ok step 1) stand up-“ and so forth. Don’t worry about the task as a whole just take it one step at a time.

7) If you’re halfway through a task and have to stop, leave it out. All this, “Put things away when you’re done with them.” is bullshit. you will be much more likely to finish the task if restarting it is easier because you left it out plus it’s a visual reminder. You can also create faux deadlines like “I gotta finish this project before my friend comes over on tuesday because after I finish it I can clean off the dinner table.” etc.

8) It’s okay to outsource tasks and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise, humans are designed to ask for, and to require help (what do babies do when they’re first born?? cry for help!!) ask for help and receive help without shame, if it makes your life better, you are WINNING.

9) If you have one big overwhelming task that you think you need to get done before anything else, but you feel motivated to do other tasks, do those other tasks first, it’s okay. Otherwise in all likelihood (at least in my case) you’ll put everything off until the last minute and then have to do said overwhelming task and those other tasks won’t get done at all. Doing those smaller tasks also lowers the mental load and you can use them as a motivation launch pad to tackle bigger things.

10) If you notice you tend to not put something away/forget to do something, perhaps consider moving and storing the item closer to where it ultimately ends up or where you are more likely to see it. For example, my makeup, pills, and mail are all stored on my desk because that’s where I tend to do my makeup, take my pills and deal with my mail. I used to store my pills in my bathroom medicine cabinet but all too often I would forget because they weren’t in my line of sight. Now that they’re on my desk, I have multiple chances per day to pass by them, go “oh I gotta take those.” and take them.

11) Open storage, open storage, OPEN STORAGE.

12) Motivation can look like all kinds of things. sometimes the only reason I get out of bed is because I remember I have a fun snack and I get to go eat it if I get up. It’s okay to lean into those simple “animal-brain” type motivators, you’ll eat because then you can use that fun new kitchen gadget you got a daiso? Neat. you’ll shower because then you can paint your nails that fun new color you got? Fantastic. You’ll go to the dmv and do that annoying thing because you’ll take yourself out for boba after? Superb. Lean-IN to those small motivators, they aren’t stupid or childish, they are VITAL.

13) Don’t buy into the cult of “if it’s worth doing, do it properly” it’s guaranteed to set you up for failure. If it’s worth doing, do it in whatever capacity you are able to. I put sunscreen on once a day because that’s fucking better than not doing it at all and I sure as all hell will fail at reapplying it multiple times a day. If it’s worth doing, do it half-assed babieeee.

Go forth and prosper!!! xoxo ✌️🩵

[vrystalius]

Hey babess, i have quite the heartwarming request.

So imagine that wife reader is heavily and her water randomly breaks so ofc she gives birth with the help of shinobu(i love her so much) and other midwives ofc. So how would the hashias react during the late stages of pregnancy and birth??

Hear me outtt, what if preg reader was pregnant with twins(im a big family girl lol, i had to let that out). Stuff stuff

Hashira’s reactions during your pregnancy

You’re heavily pregnant. How will your husband react?

Note: I didn’t include the gender and names of the babies, so you can choose the genders and names yourself!

Pairing: Sanemi, Kyojuro, Gyomei, Giyu x fem!reader

Includes: Food cravings, mood swings, sickness, talking to the baby, birth and a little bonus scenario in the end (different for every hashira)

Words: 5.1k, enjoy!

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Food cravings

What? You want to eat ohagi again? Sure it’s Sanemi’s favourite food, but you’ve insisted on eating ohagi for every day the past week. The baby needs some vegetables, fruits, vitamins and whatever else. Just anything but ohagi!

He couldn’t even watch when you proceeded to devour sweet potatoes with a chocolate sauce. The worst part is that Sanemi is the main chef of this household and was forced to cook all kinds of monstrosities for you during your pregnancy. But he never said a word about it and just silently judged you for even asking him to bake a whole fish just so you can covered it in sliced fruits and chocolate sauce.

“Are ya sure you’re not poisoning our baby? Are ya really, really sure?”

Sometimes, Sanemi’ll try to sneak in healthy foods into your diet like one would to with a toddler. He’d chop the vegetables as small as possible and try to feed them to you in bits by bits by incorporating them into your favourite foods. You weirdly enough never noticed how your ohagis began to taste like carrots more and more.

“What? No. I’m making them like always. I.. just used the same knife for both carrots and the beans of the ohagi… Whatcha looking at me like that for??”

Mood swings

It’s very confusing to Sanemi how you can be happily munching on your snacks in one moment and then began crying about a dog wandering the streets, thinking someone abandoned him. He’s putting up with it, though. He’d would take you into his arms and try to explain to you that no, that dog is not living on the street and that it belongs to the nice old lady that lives just down the street. He gets a little nervous every time you get emotional when standing in the nursery and inspect all the prepared toys and clothes. Why are you crying so hard? Do you not want a baby? Or are you just this excited to have one?

He doesn’t get your mood swings but’ll try his best to give you reassurance and support. Even though Sanemi’ll be a little awkward and just hover around you in fear of triggering another random emotion in you.

“Hey, darling… how about we move to the bedroom? The nursey is makin’ ya emotional. You’re gonna loose control over ya bladder and I’m gonna be forced to clean after ya. Again.”

But most of the time, Sanemi’ll get soft when you get emotional over the baby stuff like this. Sometimes, he’ll sneak into the nursery during the nights he can’t sleep and rumage all the baby’s things. Sanemi would look through all the neatly folded baby clothes Giyu send over and the toys Tengen’s wives made themselves for the baby. He can’t help but get a little teary-eyed himself, leaning against the crib and looking down at the soft mattress below. He just can’t want to have a little baby in there.

“Fuck, don’t sneak up on me like that! A-And ‘m not cryin’, I-I’m just checkin’ on the crib. Y’know, if it looks stable and shit. It gotta handle our fatass baby.”

Talking to the baby

Sanemi loves to lay his head against your stomach and just listen to the baby’s heart beat. His hand would gently caress your stomach while mumbling against your skin.

“Whatcha doing in there, hm? Why are you kicking your mommy? You’re hurting her, y’know.”

It’s a weird sight, seeing a strong man like him baby talking to your stomach while having his cheek pressed up against your belly. He’d take at least one hour in his day just to talk to your baby and tell it aaaalll about your and his day.

“Your mom threw up onto our new carpet and that’s your fault, you know that, right? I’m gonna kick your ass for it one day. Maybe when you become a shitbag in your teenage years.”

Sickness

“In both sickness and in health,” and Sanemi meant that wholeheartedly after speaking those words out loud during your wedding. Even if that means sitting beside you in the middle of the night, holding your hair and patting your back while you throw your guts up. He’s sleepy, he’s tired, but he won’t return to back without you. If Sanemi has to, he’ll cook up some tea or soup for you to calm your stomach. He’d even break Shinobu’s door down for some herbs or medicine if it means making you feel better and cuddling you back to sleep with no worries.

“You’re okay, I’m here. Don’t hold back.”

If you’re throwing up for a while, Sanemi might fall asleep in the hunched over position while holding your hair behind your head, his hand still firmly resting on your shoulder in quiet support. He jumps back awake when you throw up violently again.

“Ugh, you good? Told you seaweed n’ cherries don’t go together…”

Birth

Sanemi wanted to complete one last mission before retiring for good. He noticed how his muscles were starting to soften up and the callouses in his hands began to disappear. Just one last mission, then he’ll become a full-time dad! He promised you it’ll be for just three nights and that Shinobu will be looking out for you while he’s gone. You two can talk about preparations, body changes and whatever you two always talk about.

He was close to tracking this scum demon down when he received a message from his crow about you going into labour. Sanemi wanted to go on a mission one time, just one time! Can’t you hold the baby in or something until he comes home? He knows that he has to behead this demon before coming home. That thing already did enough harm and he didn’t want to retire on a bad note by ditching his final mission. So, Sanemi proceeded to chase the demon down while steaming in anger. He wanted to go on a mission just ONE last time, damnit!!

“COME BACK HERE YOU PIECE OF SHIT!! MY WIFE’S GIVIN’ BIRTH, WHILE I’M CHASING YOUR SORRY ASS!!”

Shinobu helped you through the whole process of giving birth. The contractions and labour lasted for almost half a day, and you managed to almost broke two of the three butterfly girl’s hand in an attempt to release some pain. You were supposed to hold Sanemi’s hand and almost break his bones while giving birth, not theirs! Shinobu kept reassuring you that Sanemi surely is already on his way! Surely. She had her soft smile on her face the whole time while you pushed and screamed through the pain, reassuring you and offering all kinds of ways to relieve pain during the whole process.

After Sanemi returned from his missions, he was staring at two babies in your arms. His eyes darted back in forth from the one to another. The baby on your left had beautiful white hair and was squirming around a lot, grabbing your robes and was seemingly already complaining about the lack of feeding you’re doing. The other baby had darker hair and was much calmer. It was asleep, resting against your chest.

His heart shattered in a million pieces after processing what just happened. In a good way, that is. He never commented on it, but Sanemi did notice that you were a little bigger for being pregnant with only one baby. He just brushed it off as being a bit bloated or the baby being really big, but never that it were two babies that were hogging all the food you were devouring. Sanemi was bawling his eyes out while holding both of his babies in his arms for the first time. They’re so tiny, so cute and chubby! How could anyone not love them? He was barely able to speak while trying to express how much he loves you and is so glad that you and the babies are fine. This is everything he had ever hoped for: a perfect wive, a family home and two kids. If only his other siblings were here to celebrate this moment with him. Perhaps he’ll allow Genya to visit every now and then.

“I-I- *hic* W-We need an-another- *hic* … the crib’s not b-big enough- f-for- *hic* gah, f-fuck!! *hic*

Bonus: A tight crib

You noticed how Sanemi insisted on putting the babies back to sleep every time they woke up during the night for anything. You usually fall back asleep and wake up in the mornings back in his arms, but tonight, you wanted to wait until he returns to bed to cuddle him. After the babies quieted down and your husband didn’t return, you dragged yourself out of bed and stepped into the nursery, only to find Sanemi laying inside the cramped crib, having the baby lay on one side and the other on the other. He was laying in an extremely uncomfortable position, with hid neck bend at an awkward angle and him laying in the crib with his legs dangling out over the edge. You couldn’t help but giggle a little, seeing your husband scarfing his own comfort for his babies.

“Nemi?…”

Your whispering made his eyes flutter open. His face contorting into a tired scowl.

“It’s the only way to put ‘em to sleep, not my fault they like me so much.”

Now, are the babies attached to their papa, or is Sanemi being very attached to them?

Kyojuro Rengoku

Food cravings

Whatever you’d like to eat, he’ll provide! Sometimes, if the combinations you come up with sound appetising enough, Kyojuro’ll even try some the foods alongside you! He will not judge you for craving weird foods during your pregnancies, but he is a little worried about your choices. You need to make sure that you eat enough nutrients for you and the baby! Kyojuro’ll try his best to cook up something nice for you, but he ends up buying take-out and feeding that to you instead. He’s scared he might burn something or accidentally poison you, so he’d rather leave food up to the chefs.

“I brought some tempura, some soup dumplings, ramen, udon noodles, mushed and baked sweet and regular potatoes. Oh! And some dessert… Mochi, dango and a slice of cake! Everything you ordered, my flame!”

Shinjuro, after finding out about your pregnancy, would offer to cook for you sometime. He used to make meals for Ruka while she was pregnant, so he thought he might make himself useful and help out. Kyojuro’s father actually vowed to stop with the drinking to make sure his grandkid doesn’t grow up around a drunk grandpa, so this is a first nice step for him. Besides, he feels guilty for being so terrible to Senjuro and Kyojuro.

His meals are surprisingly very well made and tasty. They soothe your nausea, lessen the swelling in the feet and help a lot with your headaches.

“Father, I never knew you could cook this good!” “Shut up and eat your plate.”

Mood swings

Kyojuro feels like he’s causing your mood swings sometimes. He feels guilty when you start crying over little things, like how your favourite tree is starting to change colours in the leaves, or just how much you missed your husband after him leaving for half an hour to get you dinner. He’s used to comforting Senjuro while the two grew up together, so he might know a thing about holding someone. Kyojuro would pull you closer and place lots of kisses on your head and top of your head, rubbing your shoulder with his warm hands. His warmth is very comforting to you, making you calm down a little.

“Are you feeling unwell? What made you so upset, love?”

He’ll try to cheer you up by talking about baby names. In his family, most of the names sound similar and end with an “juro”. Shinjuro, Senjuro, Kyojuro… how about Tojuro? Sounds nice, doesn’t it!? Or how about Kijuro? Or how about you combine your first letters with Juro? That sounds very fitting! And see, your tears are already gone!

“I’m not sure if we should think about girl’s names, my love! My family birthed sons for generations now! But we can write some down if you like, just in case.”

Sickness

Seeing you sick makes Kyojuro nervous, but he’ll stay beside you during your morning sicknesses and nausea. You kind of remind him of his mother, back when she was in the late stages of her sickness, that’s why he gets a little jumpy when you hunch over the toilet snd wretch your guts out. He’ll hold your hair and gently caress your back, silently hovering beside you.

To make sure you don’t have to get out of bed in the middle of the night to throw up, Kyojuro equipped your nightstand with a bowl you can throw up into anytime you felt nausea hitting you.

“I’ll make some tea for you once you get nauseous again, okay? My mother’s recipe.”

Talking to the baby

Kyojuro loves to talk to your stomach as if the baby is already out and able to talk back. He’d sit beside you in bed, gently caressing the side of your stomach while grinning brightly.

“What kind of hair will you have, hm? Like mine? Or like mom’s?”

Sometimes, he’ll try to convince the baby to let you sleep for once. If you can’t sleep, Kyojuro can’t sleep. He’d lay his head on your chest and sleepily mumble to the stomach while slowly rubbing your sides.

“You’re quite the active one, hm?.. mh.. How about we go to sleep together, okay? Be a good kid and give your mommy some rest…”

Birth

When your water first broke, Kyojuro thought the baby might’ve kicked your bladder or something, causing you to leak. But the horror on your face that followed soon after changed his mind in an instant. He sent out a crow to Shinobu, notifying her about your labour, but it might take a while until she arrives. In the meantime, your husband prepared all the things for a homebirth. You probably wont be able to reach the butterfly mansion in time to give birth there, but in the meantime, would you like water? Food? Sweets? A towel? Maybe not the last one because you’re able to hit him with that. You’re very angry about him impregnating you nine months ago while being in painful labour right now.

Shinobu surprisingly arrived very quickly and got right to work. Her soft voice and kind words as encouragement managed to calm you down as far as to not curse Kyojuro and all his ancestors out. Your anger directed at him actually helped you press the baby, so your husband happily sat there and held your hand while you were attempting to break it while redirecting your pain

Finally, after hours on hours of labour, Shinobu’s encouragement and Kyojuro’s hand turning blue from blood being cut off, you birthed two identical twins. Both had your husband’s flamboyant hair colour and prominent eyebrows. Your husband was trembling and crying after seeing them for the first time. His babies, his kids! And two of them?? In one go?? This couldn’t have gone any better. For around the next hour, while your babies were nursing on you, he kept thanking you for everything you ever did for him.

“I-I love you! I-I love y-you! Th-Thank you for marrying m-me, my fl-flame! Than-Thank you for giving me t-two babies! Thank y-you! T-Thank you!!”

Bonus: Tasty hair

Your babies are for some reason obsessed with your husband’s hair. Maybe it’s because of how bright his hair is or how nice it is to chew on it. You caught Kyojuro offering his baby his hair to hold and play around with, only for it to start pulling tightly on it. It hurts a little and he’s not quite sure how his baby got this strength out of nowhere, but he’s incredibly happy that his baby likes his hair so much!

But he also learned that the twins prefer their grandpa’s hair a little more over his. Shinjuro doesn’t appreciate it as much as Kyojuro is, though. He tolerates them pulling on his hair but doesn’t like it. At all. He’ll glare at his son until he finally takes his baby away from his damn hair! His scalp is already burning!

(But we all know that Shinjuro takes them back into his arms on purpose to tickle their stomachs and to let them pull on his hair as they please. They’re just too cute!)

“My flame, could you help me remove our child? This one seems particularly fascinated by the taste of my shampoo!”

Gyomei Himejima

Food cravings

Gyomei will not always give into your odd cravings. Instead, he’ll try to redirect your cravings to tastier things. He’s worried that you don’t get enough nourishment for the baby and for yourself, so Gyomei’ll try to feed you healthy foods instead of eating the creations you came up with. Why do you even thought about eating pieces of clay you picked up from right next to the waterfall? You’re lucky Genya caught you before you managed to take a bite.

To be completely honest, Gyomei is incredibly worried that you’re eating things you aren’t supposed to eat while he’s not watching/listening.

“Love, what are you chewing?”

His calm and deep voice makes you stop munching on the raw onion and immediately put it back down onto the counter of the kitchen.

Gyomei insists on cooking for you, even if he’s blind. He’s surprisingly good with cooking and always manages to slip vegetables into the meals in the tastiest way possible! You somehow never notice and just are incredibly happy that he takes some time out of his day just to cook meals for you! Sometimes, Genya joins in when you two eat and just chats with you about your husband’s training and his big brother. He’s also very curious about your pregnancy and how you’re coming along. That boy is just as excited about your baby as your husband is! Genya even gifted you one of his best bonsai trees to keep in the nursery!

“Miss Himejima, are you still hungry? You can have my plate if you like, I’m going to meet up with Tanjiro to eat later in the city together anyway.”

Mood swings

Gyomei understands that your hormones are going a little crazy during your pregnancy, but he still gets a little surprised when your mood changes so suddenly. You get emotional mostly over Genya and how hard he’s training to make up with his brother. You cry everytime when you see him train hard under Gyomei. Your husband finds it kind how much empathy you’re feeling for that boy, but the poor boy can’t really concentrate when a crying pregnant lady watching him train. So, your husband suggested you to not watch them train as much anymore and instead do something else. As compensation, Gyomei promises you to tell you everything he and Genya have been doing that day.

Sometimes, when you get angry out of nowhere, Gyomei’ll just let you throw your little tantrum while listening you silently. After you finished, he might suggest exorcising you as a joke to lighten your mood, but his serious tone and unmoving expression made him look like he’s serious. Wich makes you cry.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you. I’m not going to exorcise you, I promise, my pearl. I would only do that in the extrem case.”

Sickness

Gyomei knows how to deal with sicknesses and nausea. Once you express feeling sick in any way, he’ll prepare a special herbal tea, open up all the windows for fresh air, feed you crackers and dry food, and of course, equip you with a bowl to vomit into just in case. He’ll sit with you in bed, your head laying on his thighs and his palm resting on your forehead, slowly petting your hair.

He’s mumbling quiet prayers for you and your baby, his deep and smooth voice calming your stomach slowly. Gyomei’d smile softly while having his eyes closed. You told him that his smile is always making you calm, so he’s trying to smile more often for you.

“How are you feeling? I can brew you another cup if you like, it’ll help you.”

Talking to the baby

Gyomei barely talks to the baby while you’re awake. He’ll sometimes lean down and mumble a couple of greetings and kind words before moving on with his day, but when you fall asleep at night, your husband likes to have one-on-one conversation with his child. He’d have his large palm resting on your belly, rubbing it up and down. Gyomei sometimes nuzzles into your sides and places a few kisses on the side before talking.

He’d be praying first, making sure that the baby is alright and’ll come healthy into the world. Then, he’d quietly talk about you. Your husband’ll talk about the things you like to do, about how emotional you get over Genya, how you pout everytime he leaves early in the mornings to train, how much he loves you and how you insisted on get even more toys, even though the toybox is already filled to the brim.

“We are both very excited to meet you… please be more kind to your mother until birth. Her bladder is not as strong during the pregnancy, so do not test it again.”

Birth

Gyomei was praying the whole time he was waiting outside the chambers of where you were currently yelling in pain. His eyes were closed in concentration and his palms rubbing together, his red pearly beads wrapped around his hands. He could hear every mumble of Shinobu to Aoi, every curse you’re throwing around and every bed creak after changing the position. Shinobu suggested that Gyomei should wait outside since he’s quite large and they need more space to move around you. You promised to him that you’ll be fine on your own. He has been crying and praying, crying and praying the whole time for you and the baby, until finally, everything got quiet. Your cries died down, but there wasn’t any signs of a baby crying either. Gyomei was silent, stopping his prayers for a moment.

Until finally, first one baby, then another started to cry out. Two? You were carrying two miracles in your stomach all this time? Shinobu permitted Gyomei back inside and allowed him to meet the babies for the first time. They felt so incredibly tiny in his arms, so so tiny and fragile… The babies are the most precious things, and he felt like the luckiest man in all of history, holding his babies in his arms. His voice was very shaky and more tears than usual were running down his face.

“My love. I thank you for all eternity for giving me this gift… thank you. I am incredibly grateful for everything you have ever done for me.”

Bonus: Who’s who?

Given that Gyomei’s blind, he has always relied on his senses to move through the world. But funnily to you, his senses fail to differentiate wich baby is who. Sometimes you catch your husband holding one of the babies, standing silently there, thinking about who exactly he’s holding right now.

“Need some help, dear?”

Your voice made him turn his head towards you, smiling slightly.

“Yes, I already fed one of our twins. I went to retrieve more milk and lost track of wich one I already fed.”

His voice sounded a little confused but also slightly amused. Stepping closer, you saw how the baby that was laying in the crib was uneasy and wiggling it’s legs around, while the one Gyomei was holding was calm and content. You figured that the squirmy one wasn’t fed yet and took the sleepy baby out of your husband’s arms, setting it back into the crib and taking out the other.

“Here, this one seems hungry, hm? Aren’t you?”

You sweet-talked the baby a little, tickling the little stomach, making it giggle and kick against your husband a little. Gyomei nodded quietly.

“Thank you. I have yet to figure out how to differentiate our twins properly.”

Giyu Tomioka

Food cravings

He’s a little confused out by your requests that keep getting weirder and weirder. Are you sure you want to eat that? If Giyu would eat that, he’d be throwing up. Oh wait, you actually are vomiting up regularly…

Giyu will give you everything you asked for, but hesitantly. Before placing the plate down, he’d eye you up and down, judging you heavily for what he’s about to dish you. His silent judging eyes are enough to second guess your life choices that made you ask your poor husband to cook mashed potatoes mixed in with strawberry yogurt and sakura mochi with fish filling. Perhaps you’ll take the miso soup instead.

Sometimes, he’ll get so worried he approached Shinobu by himself and asked if there’s any medication he can give to you to make you crave less weird things and eat more healthy. Sadly, there is nothing like that, so Giyu’ll eventually resolved to force feed you regular foods instead. He’ll sit you down and feed stir fried veggies, rice, eggs, soup, tea, dessert and whatnot. Anything else but the monstrosity you keep craving.

One time, he caught you mixing chocolate sauce and soup together in the middle of the night. Giyu was just standing in the doorframe, looking utterly defeated and distraught at your actions.

“I love you, but can you stop poisoning our baby? I want it coming out of you alive.”

Mood swings

Giyu feels like he’s the reason you feel upset so suddenly. Perhaps he should’ve cleaned the house more, or finally finish building that crib. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be so angry so randomly. He still is quite surprised how quickly your emotions can change from happy to sobbing about the cuteness of the teddybear Giyu brought home for the baby. It’s confusing.

He’ll try to comfort you the best he can, but your husband already struggled to comfort you when you’re not pregnant and had real reasons to cry about, so how is Giyu supposed to comfort you when you sob over the rice being undercooked?

He’ll just awkwardly pull you into a side-hug, rubbing your shoulders gently.

“Do you want chocolate? I heard people eat chocolate when sad. Or do you just want a hug?”

Sickness

You throwing up and being sick is making Giyu sick. While you throw up into the toilet, your husband would hold your hair back while leaning over the sink, trying not to vomit himself. After your morning sickness passes, he still remains crouched over the sink for a moment longer before preparing a ginger tea for the both of you. He’ll lay in bed for a while, cuddling the blanket while sipping on his tea. He looks like a wet, depressed cat, sipping on his tea with a straw while lying on his stomach like that. He mostly recovers after finishing his tea, but sometimes, he gets really sick. You’ll be forced to take care of your nauseous husband who is supposed to be taking care of you right now! How is he supposed to handle watching you birth your child? How can he slay demons but is not able to watch you throw up?

“Love… can you get me another cup of ginger tea? I’m getting sick again…”

Talking to the baby

Giyu didn’t start talking to your baby until you encouraged him to do so. You told him that talking to the baby creates a bond before it’s even born! So, he’ll slowly start conversations with your belly. He’s not sweet-talking to your stomach, but instead awkwardly holding a conversation with it as if he’s speaking to an adult. Giyu’d sit across you on the bed, his hands propped on his thighs, leaning forward slightly.

“So… how is it like inside the womb? When do you want to come out and meet your mom and dad?”

Birth

Giyu was very panicked when you went into labor. He send out a crow to Shinobu immediately and began assembling something similar to a throne made out of towels and blankets. He forced you to sit down and make yourself comfortable while he waiting on the porch to see when the butterfly hashira is coming. His grip was to tight on the fence of the engawa, he accidentally shattered the wood.

He tried to watch you giving birth, but once he saw the head slowly press out of you, he couldn’t anymore. Giyu held your hand in support and let you squeeze as hard as you want, but he was turned away your lower body, facing you instead. Once he heard the baby’s cries fill the room, he snapped his head around in an instant.

Your husband almost fainted when he saw another baby slowly squeeze out of you. Shinobu handed Giyu the first baby, wich was already wrapped in a towel, so she could direct her attention back to the second baby. His head felt dizzy while holding his baby, not able to comprehend that he’s about to be the father of two. He only build one crib, there’s no room for another. Is he even capable of raising two kids? What if they outnumber and team up on him once they grow up? Now he has twice the chance to fail at parenting and become a bad father!

But once your husband held both babies, all his worries washed away. It was like he was in some sort of trance, watching the babies just sleep and squirm around a little. Giyu didn’t even notice how he started crying until his tears fell onto one of his baby’s forehead and started crying.

“Ahh… uhm. How do you calm a baby down? Do you just rock it? Uhm. Help me, please-“

Bonus: How are you supposed to know what they want?

You watch your husband stress out over why the baby is crying for so many times already, and they’re only two weeks old. You caught him talking to your baby multiple times, just straight up asking what they want. He’s slowly starting to get desperate and you can see it.

“You want food?… No? You wanna be held? Maybe… play? Also no? What do you want then?”

Somehow, only you could understand when and what your babies want. Giyu watches in awe as you immediately figure out that the baby wants to be held and fed, and how quickly they calm down afterwards. You’re just magical, truly.

“How do you know? What do you know that I don’t?”

💠

Phew, this took a while to write! Hope you enjoyed this anon! I tried to incorporate the requested things in this ask from another post of mine, but I might’ve forgotten some. Anyways, my posts haven’t gotten much traction lately, so I hope this one’ll do a little better! I’m looking forward to reading all the reposts and comments you leave, I read every single one of them! Just know that they make me smile like an idiot <3

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!

Take care of yourselves <3

Note: Over 200 Notes!! Tysm!! <33

— I’d like to credit my cat as a co-author and professional purrer.

[aquaholicsanonymousworld]

Tough

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Singer!Reader

Summary: Jack Harlow and his girlfriend have a new song out together and while they are on the press tour he can't stop flirting with her in interviews.

Interviewer: "You two have such different styles—Jack, you're all about the bars and swagger, and [Y/N], your music is dreamy and poetic. What was it like blending those worlds in your collaboration?"

Jack: grinning "Man, it was like putting hot sauce on vanilla ice cream. You wouldn’t think it works, but then you taste it, and you’re like, ‘Oh, this is kinda fire.’"

Y/N: laughing "Did you just compare my music to vanilla ice cream?"

Jack: "In the best way possible. It’s classic, it’s smooth, and everyone loves it. Meanwhile, I come in with the kick—you know, keep things spicy."

Y/N: rolling her eyes playfully "So I’m just plain vanilla?"

Jack: leaning in with a smirk "Nah, you’re that fancy vanilla bean kind. The expensive kind they keep locked up at the grocery store."

Interviewer: laughing "So would you say the collab pushed you both creatively?"

Jack: nodding "Absolutely. She made me tap into a softer side, and I think I made her realize rap isn’t just about flexing—sometimes it’s about storytelling too. She’s already a lyrical genius, though, so really, I was just tryna keep up."

Y/N: grinning "You did alright."

Jack: "Alright? Baby, tell them the truth."

Y/N: pretending to think "Okay, okay. You did good. Solid B+."

Jack: laughing "See, this is what I deal with!"

Interviewer: "Jack, you’re always praising [Y/N]'s music. What is it about her artistry that you admire the most?"

Jack: grinning "Everything. The lyrics, the emotion, the way she can make you feel like you’re floating while simultaneously breaking your heart. She could literally sing the alphabet and make you rethink your entire life."

Y/N: laughing "That’s dramatic."

Jack: "Nah, for real. I’ll be in the studio like, ‘Damn, should I be crying right now?’ And she’s just sitting there, all calm, like, ‘Jack, it’s a song about a garden.’"

Y/N: smirking "You did get emotional over that one."

Jack: "Because you made a metaphor about love and decay, and I wasn’t ready!"

Interviewer: "So when it comes to making music together, who takes the lead?"

Jack: "She does. No hesitation."

Y/N: raising an eyebrow "That’s funny, because I distinctly remember you acting like a control freak over the second verse."

Jack: hands up in defense "First of all, I was simply suggesting a minor, tiny, insignificant tweak—"

Y/N: "You rewrote it completely."

Jack: grinning "For the art!"

Y/N: shaking her head "Yeah, and then I changed it back."

Jack: "And that’s why she’s the boss."

Interviewer: "Jack, do you ever give [Y/N] rap lessons?"

Jack: laughing "Man, y’all are acting like she needs ‘em. She could out-rap half the dudes in the game if she wanted to."

Y/N: playfully smug "He’s just saying that because I freestyle better than him in the car."

Jack: grinning "Whoa, let’s not spread misinformation."

Y/N: "You want me to drop a verse right now?"

Jack: leaning back dramatically "Nah, let’s keep it peaceful. I’m tryna make it out of this interview alive."

Interviewer: "Jack, what’s your favorite song by [Y/N]?"

Jack: without hesitation "All of them."

Y/N: laughing "That’s such a cop-out answer."

Jack: "Nah, I really mean it. But if I had to choose… I’d say the one that was clearly written about me."

Y/N: raising an eyebrow "Oh? And which one is that?"

Jack: grinning "Every single love song you’ve ever written."

Y/N: "Wow, so humble."

Jack: "Listen, I’m just stating facts. You don’t gotta admit it now, just let the music speak for itself."

[lieslab]

Shadows and silhouettes

꘎♡━━━━━♡꘎ ꘎♡━━━━━♡꘎

Pairing: og8 X gn reader

Summary: You admit when you stress out, your brain causes you to imagine things out of the ordinary.

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: This was a request from what feels like ages ago. The request was so vague, so I made this more on the light-hearted side of things. Although it's shorter, I hope you enjoy <3

_ _ _

Chan:

“Hey, Chan?” 

“Huh?” Chan glanced up from his desk. His laptop sat open as he saved a file. “What’s up?” 

“How big are the spiders in Australia?” 

“Um…” He grimaced and sucked in a deep breath. “They’re pretty big, why? Did you see a big spider? I can happily reassure you that the spiders here are nowhere near the same size.” 

You didn’t take your eyes off a certain spot on the wall. When Chan noticed, he pushed himself from his seat and stood up. “Is it over there? I can get my shoe and take care of it.” He stepped over behind you. The scent of his spicy cologne filled your nostrils. 

You blinked and shook your head. “Nah, never mind. I must have imagined it. I’m really stressed and it went away when I blinked. Thanks anyway, it’s good to know that I can count on you.” You smiled and patted his shoulder. “Anyway, I’ll be back later, I’ve gotta go grocery shopping. I’ll see you soon!” 

His mouth opened to say something, but words didn’t come out. You leaned over, pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, and left the room. Your words echoed in his head. He glanced around the area, still worried about a nearby spider. 

Australian or not, it still didn’t mean he liked spiders. 

_ _ _ 

Minho: 

“What did you say?” Your head jerked over your shoulder at the sound of a whispered voice. 

Minho stared at you with a raised eyebrow. “What? Nothing. I haven’t said anything.” The two of you were standing in line at a cafe. Soft murmurs filled the air, but you swore he said something behind you. 

“Are you sure?” Your eyes narrowed. “If you have a problem with my drink of choice-” 

“Woah,” his hands went up, “I didn’t say anything, yet. Since you want to start, I can say something now. Your drink of choice is pure shit. How much sugar and caffeine does a single person need? You’re going to cause your heart to explode.” 

“Untwist your dick and get off your high horse! Want to complain about me and my order? At least, I don’t drink Americanos. No flavor. Nothing, but diluted bean juice. Disgusting.” 

He reached up and pressed a finger to the center of your forehead. “Ding, dong, your opinion is wrong.” 

“Nuh-uh.” 

“You’re hearing the voice of God. He’s saying make better coffee choices. If you don’t, the devil is going to get you.” 

“It’s actually probably psychosis or something.” 

“Excuse me?” 

“Nothing.” You spun back around, leaving him in disbelief. He blinked rapidly, looking around and wondering if anyone else heard your words. When you didn’t say anything else, he shook his head. 

“I knew you were a nut case, but I didn’t think it was that bad.” 

“Hey, I heard that. I’m going to poison your coffee.” 

“Spare me empty threats and just put me out of my misery.” 

_ _ _ 

Changbin: 

“Do you ever see or hear things when you’re stressed?” The words came out of your mouth without a single stutter or call of alarm. You uttered the words with your head against the arm of the couch, as if they really didn’t matter much. 

“What?” 

“I asked if you see or hear things when you’re stressed. Like you know, shadows and faint whispers and whatnot.” 

Changbin stared at you with wide eyes. “I-I um… no?” He frowned and shook his head. “I don’t believe that I ever have. Do you do that?” 

“Yeah, sometimes.” 

“I think we should get you seen by a doctor. That doesn’t seem normal or okay. Does your head hurt? Are you having vision issues? Quick, how many fingers am I holding up?” 

He held up three fingers and it caused you to laugh. Your head shook and your hair flew in multiple different directions. “No, it’s not like that. My head is fine and I can see perfectly fine.” 

“Are you sure?” 

“I’m positive,” you insisted. 

“You worry me sometimes.” 

You squirmed over to his side of the couch and laid your head on his thigh. “I’m okay, I swear. I think I just worry too much and my anxiety causes issues.” 

“And you’re sure it’s manageable and under control?” His hand reached down to play with your hair.

“Absolutely.” 

“Good.” 

You smiled as he kissed the top of your head. 

_ _ _ 

Hyunjin: 

“Stay put! Stay there! Don’t move!” Hyunjin held a hand up to you. Worried dark eyes were wide. “Just don’t move and I’ll help you. I can go get Felix, he has that big ass bible. Channie, hyung can help us too.” 

You stared at him with a raised eyebrow. “For what?” 

“You just said you hear things that aren’t there! That’s like the first sign of demonic possession. Felix knows his bible! I’m sure we can get Changbin involved to hold you down. The devil can’t fight off all of us.” 

“Hyunjin, I don’t need an exorcism!” 

“Demonic possession!” 

“I’m not possessed!” 

“You are!” He screamed when you stood up from the kitchen table. His fingers went up in a small cross. “Stay back, demon! Stay back! In the name of the father, the son, and the holy spirit, I command you to-” 

He cut off when your lips met his. You cupped his cheeks and gently patted them. “Would a demonically possessed person do that?” 

“No, but a succubus and an incubus would. This doesn’t make me feel better. I need Felix to conjure up some holy water. My spirit is in danger.” His hand went to his chest and he shook his head frantically. “I can feel it.”

_ _ _ 

Han: 

“And you’ve just dealt with this for how long?” Han’s head tipped to the side. “These um… things?” 

You chuckled, trying not to fall victim to his cuteness. “A long time. It’s just become a part of my life. I don’t fear it and it only happens when I’m really stressed.” 

“So if you see a shadow figure, I won’t see the shadow figure?” 

“You shouldn’t. It’s just me and my brain that’s causing the issue, not yours.” 

His water bottle crinkled in his hand and his entire body shook with a brief shiver. “I don’t know how you put up with that. Why don’t you freak out? If that was me, I’d need to be put out of my misery or put on medicine or something.” 

“It’s not that bad.” 

“Bro, I think seeing Casper the friendly ghost floating above your head is pretty bad.” Han frowned and lowered his voice. “What if he tries to seduce you? You’re mine.” 

“Babe, Casper is a ghost child and it’s not like that.” 

“Oh! Thank God!” He slumped over in his chair relieved. “I’m safe for another day. I can’t lose you to a hot ghost.” 

“You’re such a loser.” 

“Put some respect on my brand, a hot loser.” 

_ _ _ 

Felix: 

The first time you told Felix about your experiences with stress, he frowned. His hand reached out and he pressed the back of his palm against the back of your head. Your eyebrows furrowed, “what are you doing?” 

“I’m checking to see if you have a fever because that sounded like a delusion. You can’t possibly be serious, but I don’t think you’re burning up either. Sweetheart, are you having a mental health crisis? I have an advocate on speed dial and-” 

You laughed and shook your head. “No, Felix, I’ve made my peace with this a long time ago. It’s just random stuff and it means nothing.” 

“Can I still take you to the doctor? It’d make me feel a lot better about this. I just want to make sure you’re not overlooking something, I don’t mean to overstep, really.” 

“You’re sure it’d make you feel better?” 

He nodded. 

“Then I suppose I’ll make an appointment for next week. Just try not to worry too much until then, okay?” 

His arms wrapped around your waist tighter. “I’ll try, but you make these things so difficult sometimes. I love you an awful lot and want the best for you.” 

“I love you, too.” 

“I love you more.” 

“And I love you most.” 

_ _ _ 

Seungmin: 

“Okay, what the fuck?” 

“What?” You blinked innocently, wondering why he seemed so stunned. “It’s a harmless and simple thing.” 

“Uh, yeah,” he scoffed. “Sure. Because normal people see bugs, blink, and they disappear. Abracadabra or whatever. Uh-huh. Sure.” 

You groaned and threw yourself back into your chair. “Why do you have to be like that? It’s not that big of a deal. It’s only once in a while, anyway. You’re making something so serious out of nothing.” 

“If you admit this to a doctor, they’re going to throw your ass in the mental ward.” 

“Now you’re being silly.” 

“Straight jacket and all.” 

You rolled your eyes, trying to focus on the food on your plate. “You’re ruining my dinner.” 

“ME?” His jaw dropped and he pointed the fork to his chest. “You just told me you see flies in this house when they don’t exist! You’re the one watching the spiders of smashings past, web up my fine china! I told you that this is why you take the bugs outside and stop killing them. Now you’ve got their ghosts haunting your dumbass.” 

You grumbled and rolled your eyes. 

“Keep up that attitude and next thing you know, they’re going to haunt your hole.” 

“Up yours, Kim Seungmin.” 

_ _ _ 

Jeongin: 

Jeongin’s eyes widened after your announcement. He collapsed his hands together, pulled them apart, and threw them up in the air. You shrugged and pulled the barren blankets over your body. “I told you it was weird.” 

“I’m truly speechless. I don’t know what you want me to say. I’m like…” 

“Like what?” You rolled over to face him. 

“Ten seconds away from losing it. How are you so calm about this?” 

“The first time it happened I wasn’t. Do you know how haunting it was? I looked out the back door and there was a vampire.” 

His nose scrunched up and his lips parted. His head tipped in a look of disgust. “What the fuck does that mean?” 

“He waved at me and flashed his fangs.” 

“And you didn’t think to call the cops or something?” 

“For what? I blinked and he disappeared.” 

“You would not survive a home invasion. I love you so much and you know that, but oh my god. If you see a person lingering and peering into your back door, you should call the cops for someone trespassing.” 

“And tell them what? A vampire was at my back door? He gave me a drive by flashing?” You rolled your eyes, rolled further into the pillow, and shut your eyes. “They’d think I was high on crack.” 

“Sometimes, I really think you are.” 

“Harsh.” 

“I really don’t know what to say.” 

“Just go to sleep.” 

He sighed and pulled the covers up to his chin. “Great. Now I’m going to be afraid that we have a vampire of interest lurking around outside.” 

“We do. You live with Chan. I’m pretty sure he’s raiding the kitchen for garlic, so he can make spaghetti and garlic bread.” 

“It’s three in the morning!” 

“And vampire producers have to eat a fulfilling meal too.”

Taglist: @lia-linny @seungnishi @stellasays45 @emilyywhyy @rockstarkkami @flightlessackerman @danihwang882 @inlovewithstraykids @velvetmoonlght @chrizrizz

Masterlist

Taglist and inbox rules

Ko-fi

[imtherain]

Don't Call Me Daddy

Heyo

Have a Reacher (from the Amazon show) fic. It's about 3k words and it's smut.

Reacher x plus sized!reader

Warnings: use of daddy (but as a joke), p in v, oral (fem receiving), mild teasing from the team, drinking, idk it's smut, nothing crazy.

Anywho

“Come on, spill,” David goaded before taking another swig of his beer. The others were chuckling along, but not pressing as hard. “Tell us how the big guy treats you,” 

“I don’t kiss and tell,” You tell him, which is only partly a lie. Truth was you hadn’t kissed Reacher yet, so there was nothing to tell.

“I’m not buying it,” David said. “I’ve seen the way you look at each other,” 

“It’s just professional,” You pressed. 

“Good, I don’t really want to think about what the boss looks like naked,” Neagly shuddered at the idea.

“I mean, you see the shirts he wears, it’s not like you couldn’t figure it out,” You teased her. She shook her head, mock disgust, and took a long drink of her beer. 

“You’re the worst,” Neagly told you, but there was no venom in it.

“What’s got you all so chatty,” Reacher asked, joining the table after his phone call outside. 

The group was in between moments in a case. Just waiting for a shoe to drop or a lead to pan out. Naturally, that meant hanging out at the pub across the street from the little motel they’d camped out in. 

Or, if you were Dixon, taking a nap to stave off a headache. But she had been avoiding hanging out too much, so you wondered if there was something else going on there.

“OD was trying to convince Y/N to tell us what you’re like in bed,” Neagly tattled instantly. Reacher’s eyebrows went up.

“Oh really?” He asked.

“I told him I don’t kiss and tell, but he’s insistent that I spill the beans,” You look up at him, hoping your want of him wasn’t as obvious to him as it felt. You knew the group was getting good at reading you though. You hadn’t worked with them long, not compared to the history the others all shared, but it felt a lot like you’d never been anywhere else. And they acted like you were one of them, which was nice except for the teasing.

“That’s not a bad policy,” Reacher took the seat next to you and picked up his beer. Casually, he put his arm across the back of your chair, acting as though it was just because it was more comfortable to be spread out in such a way.

“At least tell us if he’s good or not,” David said.

“Why do you care?” Reacher frowned.

“Gotta be sure you’re taking care of our new girl,” David dismissed Reacher’s annoyance easily.

“Sure,” Reacher rolled his eyes. “I think it’s time to change the subject,” 

“I bet she calls you “Daddy”,” David snorted. When you blushed scarlet David pointed at you while swallowing his latest swig of beer. “See! See!” 

“Fine, you caught us, we have nasty, nasty sex, and I call him “Daddy”,” You told David flatly, trying not to die from embarrassment. “Can we drop it now?” 

Your blush only deepened when Reacher’s fingers stroked your back carefully. You glanced up at him and he seemed to be asking if you were alright. He obviously knew the two of you had not had sex, so he was worried David’s teasing had hurt you in some way. God, you wished you could make him yours, but you knew better. 

Reacher liked women like Dixon. Tall, wicked smart, good at fighting, and drop dead beautiful. Long hair and perfect skin…

Thin.

You were none of those things except maybe tall, though next to Reacher you looked short. Most people looked short next to the mountain of a man, to be fair. But you were also wide, all hips and soft flesh, broad shoulders. You did have some skill with a gun, but not nearly as much as Neagly with her sniper skills. You wondered sometimes why they kept you around.

“Yeah,” David seemed to have finally read the room and let it drop.

About an hour later David was about to pass out and Neagly had to practically drag him back to his room for the night. 

“I’ll hang out with him, make sure he doesn’t die in his sleep or whatever,” Neagly said, giving Reacher a look you didn’t understand. “So you two have a nice night,” 

“Night Neals,” You said.

“Goodnight Neagly,” Reacher echoed. 

“So,” Reacher turned to you, his arm still on the back of your chair. “Want another round, or should I walk you back?” 

“What were you thinking?” You asked, trying not to dwell too much on how you’d be sharing a room with him soon. You were professional, but everyone has their limits. You just hoped there would be two beds.

The thought of his warmth beside you under the sheets made your thighs clench.

“I’m thinking I’d like to walk you back,” Reacher finished his beer in one final swig and stood. You finished your drink and followed him outside.

The hotel was just across the parking lot and the cool night air did wonders for the warmth on your face.

“Why didn’t you tell them we hadn’t had sex yet?” Reacher asked, seemingly out of nowhere. 

You ignored the ‘yet’.

“David was drunk and I knew he wouldn’t give it up, so I just let him believe what he wanted to,” You shrugged. The silence drew on a bit too long while he mulled that over.

“Should we do it, prove him right?” Reacher finally asked as he opened the door to the motel room. It was one of those rooms that never quite looked clean, but it would do for the couple of nights you and the team were staying there.

“Excuse me?” You stumbled on your tongue at the forwardness of his question.

“Do you want to have sex with me?” Reacher asked, turning to look down at you. You found yourself looking at his shoes.

“I mean…” You stammered. “Sure, who wouldn’t? But you don’t have to…” His hand on your chin made the backpedal die on your tongue as he pulled your face up to look at him.

“I want to,” 

“Why would you want to?” There was no malice in the ask, just curiosity and about a million years of thinking you weren’t good enough. Of thinking no one wanted you like that.

Especially not someone like him.

Reacher had the audacity to shrug.

“Because I like you… you’ve been extremely helpful to the case, you’re funny, and I can’t stop staring at your ass in those jeans,” something hot flashed through you at his words.

“Oh,” Your face was hot again.

“I need a yes or a no,” Reacher said carefully. He moved to take a bit of your hair between his fingers to play with it for a moment.

You thought about all the reasons to run from him, to run from the situation. To hide behind old insecurities and all the reasons other men before him had given you, telling you exactly why you weren’t worth it.

“Please sweetheart, I need an answer,” Reacher’s other hand made its way to your hip and the pet name hit you square in the chest, knocking the debate right on its ass.

“Yes,” You answered finally. “Please Reacher,” You looked into his face as a grin spread across it.

Then he leaned in and kissed you.

At first it was gentle, a test, a tease. Then he got hungry and his hands got greedy, the one on your face digging into your hair and the one on your hip pulling you flush with his broad chest. You couldn’t help the moan that escaped you at the feel of him.

“Just don’t call me “Daddy”,” Reacher said with a smirk.

“Aww, why not?” You teased back.

“Not my thing,” He said before reaching for the hem of your shirt. It came off easily over your head and before you could feel self conscious about the swells of your stomach, he leaned down to kiss you, moving easily to your neck to leave open mouth kisses along your shoulders. Your hands bunched up in his tshirt, pulling him closer as the sensations of his mouth rocked through you.

Reacher paused again, long enough to drop his jacket and pull his tshirt off. He kicked off his boot as his hands made short work of his pants and boxers.

You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped you at him being so eager to be naked.

“What?” Reacher asked, standing there as though his dick wasn’t out.

“You’re very naked,” You said, face red again. He was even more gorgeous than you’d imagined he’d be. All perfect planes of muscle and golden skin. 

The kind of man people wrote stories about.

“And you’re not,” Reacher reached for your pants next, watching your face from the corner of his eye to make sure you were still ok with all this. “Let’s fix that.” 

Off came your pants and suddenly Reacher had you lifted into his arms, your legs wrapped around his waist to keep balance as he carried you to the bed.

“I knew you were strong, but who knew you were this strong?” You giggled. You hadn’t been picked up in years, and not without a lot of grunting and straining. It was nice to be manhandled without the commentary. He fell forward with you onto the bed, careful not to bury you under his own weight. 

“What? Like you’re heavy?” Reacher teased, connecting his lips to the skin along your collarbones. He made his way between the valley of your breasts until he remembered he could take your bra off.

“Well, I’m not exactly small,” 

“Neither am I,” He agreed. “So what?” 

“You’re something else,” You sighed, smirking at him while he tried to remove your bra while you were still laying on it. You adjusted so he could get to the hooks and he descended on you as soon as the fabric came free. You gasped, back arching, at the sensation of his mouth sucking hard on your nipple.

You felt Reacher chuckle against you as your hand buried itself in his hair.

“Fuck, that feels good,” You murmured as he moved to the other one. “I knew you’d be good with that mouth, Daddy,” You weren’t sure what possessed you to tease him like that, especially considering you finally had him where you wanted him, but it slipped out anyway.

Reacher pulled back to look at you, incredulous.

“Don’t call me that,” He said, serious, but no bite.

“But Daddy,” You teased again, enjoying the unimpressed look on his face. 

“I can stop,” He warned. You giggled a little but shook your head at him.

“I’m sorry, it’s just funny,” You told him, tugging at the hair at the base of his skull.

“If you say so,” Reacher rolled his eyes but leaned back in to kiss you. You held onto him while he moved his hips against your still clothed core, teasing a whine from your throat that he swallowed.

Reacher kissed his way down your neck and moved himself off the end of the bed.

“Where you going?” You asked, confused until he grabbed your ankles and pulled you flush with the end of the bed, casually shouldering his way under and between your legs.

“I want a taste of you,” Reacher said, reaching up to tease you through your thoroughly ruined panties. His strong fingers stroked you a few times before he pulled the offending fabric down, exposing you to him completely. 

If you weren’t lost to the sensations of Reacher kissing your inner thighs, you might have had the thought to be embarrassed by the growl he let loose when he finally got to the apex of your thighs.

You knew Reacher was good with his mouth, but damn it all if he didn’t keep proving it.

Your thighs constricted around his shoulders as his tongue mercilessly played with your clit. Just when you were about to ask him to slow down, he moved slightly so that he could lick a stripe through your folds, over and over, like a dog with his favorite bone.

“God, Reacher, I’m gonna… I’m gonna,” You tried to hold off, wanting this to last longer, but he was too dead set on pulling your first orgasm from you. He didn’t seem to notice how tightly your legs pressed in on him as your orgasm tore through you.

You tried to pull him off, fist in his hair, but he kept licking until you shuddered from the aftermath of his attentions.

“God damn, Reacher, that was… amazing,” You heaved as he finally gave you a break from his tongue. He kissed the plush of your hip, then the excess of your stomach, landing finally at the valley between your breasts, where he licked a long stripe, simply because he could.

“Want another?” Reacher asked with a lopsided grin. His hands were feeling you, rubbing up and down your hips and thighs, keeping you alight and pliant for him. 

You nodded at him, caressing his face as he nibbled on the skin closest to his mouth, making you squirm. 

“Fingers or are you ready for more?” He asked. You wanted to be surprised by his question, but it really wasn’t a surprise that he wanted to go at your pace. He’d often slowed himself down for others when the moment called for it, and you were thankful he didn’t run head first into sex with you. You weren’t sure you’d have survived it.

“Don’t make me choose,” You whined. 

“Tell me what you want,” 

“You, I want you,” You told him and he chuckled before covering your mouth with his once more. You could still taste the tang of your own release on his lips and somehow it only made you hotter.

“Yeah?” Reacher asked, sounding cocky. You nodded, kissing him again. 

Always more of a man of action, Reacher moved to flip you both so that you were on top of him. You braced yourself on his impressively toned chest, before adjusting, trying not to put too much pressure on him. He didn’t seem to notice nor care about the added weight.

Reacher had his hands on your hips, moving you against his length, teasing you both. When you moaned and began to move on your own, he lifted your hips to line himself up with your waiting heat. 

“Reacher,” you gasped out his name as he filled you all at once. Impossibly deep. He cursed under you, caught in the sensation with you.

You moved your hips again, sliding up and down the length of him without letting him escape your slick warmth. Now Reacher was a moaning mess just as much as you were, his hands tight and grasping at your hips as you squeezed around him. 

You wondered how much he could take. 

So you leaned forward enough to kiss his chest, trailing your tongue along the muscles and smooth skin. He shuddered under you but didn't protest. You kissed your way up to his neck and couldn't resist the urge to sink your teeth into him, just a little bit.

Part of you hoped it wouldn't leave a mark, since the team would surely comment, but part of you hoped it would. If it left a mark you would cherish it. 

“I'm not going to last long if you keep that up,” Reacher’s voice was thick and needy. You rocked your hips against his again and he jerked his up to meet you. 

“I think that's the point, love,” you chuckled, feeling his hot length twitch inside you at the pet name. 

“Call me that again,” he begged. You grinned. So he didn't go for “daddy” but “love” got him?

“Anything for you, love,” you purred against his throat. He groaned loudly, trying to hold himself together and failing. 

“Fuck,” he cursed again and in one easy motion had you flipped on your back again, your legs hoisted over his hips so that he had the leverage he craved to drill into you. It was your turn to groan as he pushed himself impossibly deeper, hitting parts of you that you didn't even know liked being hit. 

“Oh fuck,” you moaned. “I'm gonna cum again,” 

“Good,” 

Your brain cells tried to scatter but you wrangled them enough to form one last coherent thought. 

“Cum for me first, love,” you begged him and with a final groan Reacher spilled himself inside you, filling you to the brim with everything he had to give as you found your release around him.

In the high of your release you didn't realize your fingers had clawed their way across his back, landing in the meat of his arms. When you finally relaxed you felt a little bad at how deep your nails had dug. Those certainly would leave marks.

“Amazing,” Reacher mumbled as he rolled to the side, slipping from your abused center. You whined at the overstimulation but cuddled closer when he reached for you. 

“Not bad yourself, love,” you whispered back. His face broke into a dopey grin. 

“I like how that sounds,” he murmured. You reached out to caress his face as his eyes fluttered closed. 

“Better than "daddy "?” You teased. He grunted as he fought sleep. 

“Much better,” he told you. 

“Ok, “love” it is then,” you moved to kiss him gently and he returned the kiss without asking for more. 

Though you'd have given him more, given him anything, should he have asked.

[Masterlist]

[ririright]

if you're not sick of me, you probably will be soon 😭

i'm sorry for relentlessly requesting stuff in your inbox, you're just so incredible, and I live vicariously through your stories/headcanons

the pregnancy headcanons are really doing it for me so I think yk what's coming 😅 could you possibly do a part two to the fluffy pregnancy headcanons and a part two for the angsty pregnancy headcanons, but he's just starting to get used to the whole thing but she loses the baby

(i swear i'm not crazy this came to me in a dream)

The First Ultrasound - The Turning Point

At first, he stood awkwardly by the bed, hands stuffed in his pockets, trying to act casual.

But the second he heard the tiny, rapid heartbeat, his expression changed—soft, wide-eyed wonder.

He couldn’t stop staring at the screen, whispering, “That’s… that’s really him, isn’t it?”

Afterward, he couldn’t stop talking about it. “Did you hear how strong that heartbeat was? He’s a fighter.”

The Ultrasound Photos

He kept the ultrasound photo tucked into his wallet, taking it out to look at it whenever he was alone.

He also made it the background on his phone, but only on the lock screen so no one else would see it—his little secret.

Sometimes, when you were asleep, he’d just stand by your side of the bed, staring at your belly with a soft, nervous smile.

The Belly Rubs (Even Before Kicks)

He got into the habit of rubbing your belly, even when it was barely showing.

Sometimes he’d do it absentmindedly while you both watched TV.

Once, he whispered, “Hey, buddy… I know I was a little scared at first, but… I love you.”

The Secret Baby Shopping Trips

At first, he told himself he was just browsing. But you’d find tiny baby socks or soft blankets stashed in his closet.

Once, he bought a little blue beanie with tiny bear ears because “it was just… too cute to pass up.”

He never told you, but he even looked at tiny lightsabers meant for babies.

Bragging Without Realizing

When he’d call his daughter, he’d try not to say too much, but you’d hear it.

“Yeah, your stepmom’s amazing. And… and the baby’s healthy. Strong heartbeat.”

He’d smile to himself whenever he said the word “baby.”

With friends, he’d try to keep it casual, but his excitement slipped through.

“You know, we saw the little guy’s heartbeat the other day. Strong as ever.”

Overprotective Instincts Kick In

Even though your bump was still small, he insisted on carrying all the groceries.

“I got it. You just… just rest.”

He’d constantly ask if you were comfortable, adjusting pillows around you until you felt like you were in a nest.

If you mentioned feeling a little off, he was already looking up symptoms online, just to be sure.

The Little Gestures

He’d bring you glasses of water without you asking. “Gotta stay hydrated. It’s important for both of you.”

He started cooking healthier meals, even though he loved his sweets, making sure you got all the nutrients you needed.

You caught him watching baby care videos on YouTube late at night, practicing swaddling with one of his hoodies.

The Nursery Project

He insisted on building the crib himself, measuring everything twice, triple-checking the instructions.

He’d stand in the room, picturing where everything should go, imagining you rocking the baby to sleep.

Once, he painted a tiny mural on one wall—a soft blue sky with little clouds—just for your little one.

Bedtime Talks

As you both lay in bed, he’d ask about the future, his voice soft but excited.

“Do you think he’ll look more like you or me?

He’d always rest his hand on your belly, a comforting warmth.

Sometimes, he’d get quiet, just listening, like he was trying to hear the baby’s heartbeat.

The Sweet Nicknames

He started calling the baby “Little Bean” because “That’s what he looked like on the first ultrasound!”

Sometimes he’d refer to the baby as “Junior,” even though you hadn’t picked a name yet.

If you felt sick or tired, he’d gently stroke your hair and whisper, “Don’t worry, Little Bean… your mom’s the strongest person I know.”

A Little Bit of Panic

He started reading parenting books at night, even the ones meant for moms, just so he’d understand what you were going through.

Sometimes he’d suddenly ask, “Wait… do we have enough onesies? How many do babies even need?”

You’d laugh, but his nervous excitement was endearing.

Singing to Your Belly

He’d hum soft, old love songs to your belly, his voice soothing and warm.

Once, you caught him singing “You Are My Sunshine” softly, his hand cradling your bump.

If you teased him, he’d blush, rubbing the back of his neck. “Hey, it’s… it’s never too early for music.”

A Personal Letter

You found a folded piece of paper on his bedside table—he hadn’t meant for you to see it.

It was a letter addressed to the baby.

“Hey, Little Bean… I want you to know something. Your dad was a little scared at first. But I promise… I love you. More than anything.”

When you told him you saw it, his face turned red, and he looked away. “Yeah, well… I just… I wanted him to know.”

The Day Everything Changed

It started with cramps—mild at first, but they didn’t go away.

Hayden rushed you to the hospital, his knuckles white on the steering wheel, jaw clenched but saying nothing.

The doctor’s gentle, apologetic voice seemed distant. “I’m so sorry… there’s no heartbeat.”

His Heartbreaking Reaction

He went quiet, almost too quiet, his hand gripping yours but trembling.

As they took you to another room, he stepped away, leaning against the hallway wall, his eyes shut, a single tear slipping free.

Later, he sat beside you, stroking your hair, whispering, “It’s okay… I’m here. I’m here.” but his voice kept breaking.

The Aftermath - Numbness

At home, Hayden couldn’t look at the baby book he’d been reading. It went straight into the drawer, out of sight.

He kept busy, always outside, fixing fences, shoveling snow—even when it didn’t need shoveling:

At night, he would hold you close, but there was a sadness in his eyes. He wanted to be strong for you, but you’d catch him staring at the ceiling, eyes misty.

The Sleepless Nights

Hayden barely sleeps after the miscarriage. He stays up until dawn, sitting on the edge of the bed, staring out the window.

Sometimes you wake up to find his side of the bed empty. You always know where he is—sitting in the nursery, the faint glow of the nightlight casting shadows.

He starts making coffee at 4 a.m. because lying in bed makes his chest ache too much.

A House Full of Ghosts

He avoids the drawer where the baby book is hidden, but he knows exactly where it is. He’s tried to throw it away twice, but something stops him each time.

The tiny baby socks you bought as a surprise are shoved into the back of the closet. He can’t bear to look at them.

He doesn’t tell you, but sometimes he sneaks into the closet just to touch them, his fingers trembling.

His Daughter’s Innocent Questions

When his daughter visits, she notices how quiet he is. “Dad, are you okay?”

He tries to be his usual self with her, making her laugh, but his smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

Once, she asked if she could have a baby brother or sister one day. Hayden’s voice cracked. “I… I don’t know, sweetheart.”

The Guilt

He becomes convinced it was his fault. “Maybe if I hadn’t been so scared at first… Maybe if I’d been more excited…”

He remembers every time he hesitated about the pregnancy, every whispered doubt he had, and they feel like accusations now.

He never says it, but the guilt is there, in the way he clenches his jaw, in the way he avoids your eyes.

The Silent Nursery

He keeps the nursery door closed, and you think it’s because he can’t bear to look inside.

But sometimes, when you’re asleep, he slips inside and just stands there. He never turns on the light, just stands in the dark, feeling the crushing emptiness.

Once, you found him sitting in the rocking chair, his head in his hands, shoulders shaking.

Avoiding Friends and Family

He starts ignoring calls, especially from family members who mean well but don’t understand.

“Just give it time, Hayden.” “Maybe it’s for the best.”

Those words feel like knives, even when he knows they mean well.

He dodges invitations to family gatherings because he can’t stand the pity in their eyes.

The Strain on Your Relationship

You feel him pulling away. When you reach for his hand, sometimes he doesn’t reach back.

Arguments become more frequent—small things turning into explosive fights. “Why won’t you talk to me, Hayden?”

But when you break down, sobbing, he’s there, holding you, his own tears soaking into your hair. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry.”

The Sound of Silence

He used to be so full of life, making silly sound effects with everything he did—his lightsaber, his zipper, his coffee machine.

Now, the house is quiet. No more playful hums, no more exaggerated sound effects.

Sometimes you make the sounds yourself, trying to get a smile out of him, but he just gives a small, forced laugh.

Unspoken Words

He has a thousand things he wants to say to you, but they all get stuck in his throat.

“I should’ve been a better dad.”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t ready.”

“I miss him too.”

Instead, he just whispers a broken, “I love you.”

The Blossoming Guilt

Hayden starts to resent the moments he feels happy, like laughter is a betrayal of your lost baby.

When he accidentally makes you smile, there’s a flicker of pain in his eyes, like he doesn’t deserve to make you happy.

He stops going to the farm as much, too afraid of the quiet spaces that force him to think.

The Forgotten Due Date

He never forgot the due date. He had it saved on his phone, and the closer it gets, the more he shuts down.

When the day arrives, he’s withdrawn, staring at the cherry blossom tree he planted for the baby but saying nothing.

That night, he quietly asks, “Would you… would you want to light a candle? Just for him?”

Dreams That Haunt Him

Sometimes, he dreams of the baby—of holding him, of tiny fingers gripping his own.

But he also has nightmares—repeating the moment the doctor told you the baby was gone, his helplessness crushing him all over again.

He wakes up gasping, and you find him sitting on the edge of the bed, trying to breathe.

Avoiding Baby Sections

He avoids stores that have baby sections. Even grocery shopping becomes a challenge.

Once, you found him standing in front of a display of baby onesies, frozen, eyes glassy. “I… I should’ve just waited in the car.”

If friends post baby pictures online, he quickly scrolls past, his jaw clenching.

Unspoken Apologies

He apologizes more, for everything—spilled coffee, missing a phone call, forgetting to pick up milk. But you know those apologies are for something else.

He avoids talking about the baby, not because he doesn’t want to remember, but because he’s terrified of seeing the sadness in your eyes.

Sometimes he whispers, “I’m sorry I wasn’t ready… I’m so sorry.” even when he thinks you’re asleep.

Slowly Finding His Way Back

One day, while you’re in the kitchen, you hear it—softly, barely audible—Hayden making a lightsaber sound as he stirs his coffee.

You don’t say anything, but you smile, tears welling in your eyes.

And later, he finally turns to you and asks, “Do you… want to talk about him?”

Author’s note: I’ll write part 2 for the fluffy Headcannons separately. And I’m not sick of you, lol. It makes me happy when I receive requests :)

[livwritesstuff]

i was writing a totally different thing and then all of a sudden it was thundering so here have this

Steve had always loved a good thunderstorm. There’s something sort of magic about them, he thinks, about the greenish, unnatural darkness and the way lightning turns the sky a kind of purple and how the air is both cool and warm at the same time.

Back when he was a teenager, when he was stuck by himself the mausoleum his parents called home, he’d sometimes sit by the patio door and watch the storm, watch the clouds opened up and beat rain down on the pool water, and Steve would feel more alive than he had in ages – even if it felt like he was living vicariously through…something. Maybe through how nature gets to storm and rage in a way Steve never will.

But he tries not to psychoanalyze himself. He’s got his own therapist for that.

Twenty-five years later, here he is still watching thunderstorms. He might not have a pool, but he does have a porch which, in his old age of forty-two, he’s learning might be even better.

He’s sitting on the porch with his husband by his side, and Eddie’s got their youngest daughter sitting in his lap while the older two dance in and out of the rain.

Eddie doesn’t like thunderstorms the way Steve does. It had sort of surprised Steve actually, when he first found out years and years ago because…it’s Eddie. Eddie is like a thunderstorm personified in the best way – all sharp smiles and dark eyes and wild hair and loud, reckless rebellion. Sure, Eddie isn’t bothered by the noise of thunderstorms, but over their years together, Eddie has shared some things — things about his dad and what he’d been able to get away with during a dark, loud storm that maybe he couldn’t otherwise.

So Steve gets it if Eddie still isn’t quite himself during thunderstorms.

Their youngest, Hazel, isn’t a fan of them either. She’s just a few months shy of her second birthday, so this really is the first summer she’s had her own opinions about these kinds of things. The verdict – not a fan of the thunderstorms, though she’s been a trooper about this one.

"Hazy, come play!" Robbie exclaims from the porch steps, but Hazel just shrinks further back against Eddie.

"She's a little afraid of the noise, Beans," Steve tells her, and he watches Robbie's face take on an expression of protective (albeit a little confused) concern.

“How come?” she asks as comes up the steps.

“It can be scary if it’s brand new.”

As if to illustrate Steve’s point, lightning flashes above the trees, and Hazel makes a whimpery kind of whine as thunder follows only a few moments later.

“It’s not scary, Hazel,” Robbie tells her, “Because you always know when thunder’s coming because lightning comes first. And it’s only loud when the storm is close.”

Steve raises his eyebrows, reminding himself that one of these days he’s gotta stop being so impressed by how damn smart his kids are.

Another flash of lighting lights up the dark sky, and Robbie covers Hazel's ears with her hands as she looks out into the rain, "And now there's gonna be the thunder."

A few moments later, thunder rumbled around them, maybe a little bit quieter than the last one because the storm is definitely moving away from them now. Still, Hazel reaches up to grip at Robbie’s wrists, her eyes wide and fixated on the stormy sky.

“See?”

Hazel manages a nod.

“Come play!” Robbie urges her again, “I’ll cover your ears before the thunder comes.”

And this time, Robbie actually succeeds in dislodging Hazel from Eddie’s lap, and together they head for the front yard where Moe is still running around in the rain, wet bangs plastered to her forehead.

“Steve,” Eddie mutters in disbelief as Robbie patiently waits for Hazel’s slow descent of the porch stairs, breaking his and Steve’s subconscious agreement to keep their traps shut while that glorious scene was unfolding, “Oh my god, Steve. What the fuck was that? Are we actually doing a good job raising these kids?”

“I guess so, Jesus Christ.” 

[son-justdont]

okay so here's the update regarding my mom's opinions on catws

she fuckin gets it, dude

i talked about how despite everything hydra does to make him look intimidating, you can see that he's very neutral, sometimes even scared. i showed her this gif:

and she said "it's like he's lost"

we talked about how he's extremely calculating and doesn't react emotionally even in high stress or when he's being bested, like when Natasha fucked up his arm, or even during the face reveal. and she said "because they didn't understand the science of it... the serum enhances everything about the person, and he wasn't bad. that's why they had to work so hard and wipe him so much, because he wouldn't ever actually want to do those things." i couldn't help but smile while she was saying this lmao

she also said: "to me, Steve always seemed... independent. it's almost like Bucky relied on him more than the other way around" which is the most stucky thing she could've ever said. she's so fucking right

she was like "wait, so he pulled him out of the water... and then he just walked away?? so now he's just wandering around... and the longer he stays unfrozen, the more he's going to remember everything"

we can't quite yet watch civil war but we are very excited for it lol

oh, and she loved nick fury and she didn't even know who the fuck he was. i forgot to explain beforehand but she understood pretty quick. and then she was very upset when he "died" as well LOL she said "THEY NEED TO STOP DOING THAT." she hated rumlow immediately as well and i was like yeah that's the correct opinion

now i wanna respond to some of the comments under the cut cuz ive been having such a good time lmao

@bucky-boychik-barnes @impetusofadream HERE U GO (one of them is from a different post where i talked about the same thing lmao)

@ilovemosss i read this post out to my mom including the replies and when i read this one she went "YOU ARE!!!!!!!!!"

@sentowritesstuff @stuckydrewx @partofthefandom @musette22 @rillils @skullfragments

she really thought all these responses were so funny and sweet! i however will not be introducing her to ao3 lmfao. she's no prude but she's pretty shy. i'll have to just relay ideas i find myself, i think. if anyone has any non-M rated recs you think she might like based on what she's said, feel free to send them my way haha

honestly she'd probably enjoy herself but i am probably only be showing her Cap and Bucky related stuff LSKDJF we didn't even watch avengers and i sure as hell am not showing her AoU. i'm basically explaining the relevant information as to what went on in between movies. i was like "natasha is an ex russian spy that was groomed to be as a child. that's basically all you need to know" like i didn't even explain nick fury and she was SO UPSET WHEN HE DIED LMAO

and, i gotta spill the beans, but i haven't seen a marvel movie since the first black panther. yeah that includes IF and EG. i know what happens but my interest in marvel PLUMMETED back then and i never caught up. honestly i'm only back into this stuff because i rewatched jessica jones and then wanted to go through the whole MCU from the beginning, saw CA:TFA, went "oh yeah this was all that i liked," and went all in for them.

i have watched TFatWS and i loved it (it seems like the fandom doesn't though LOL) for what it was, so i'll probably show her that. she is gonna be so so so so so upset regarding steve's choice, just like the rest of us. and i'm not looking forward to it lol. but i'll update when that happens too

i'll have to make a post civil war mom thoughts once that happens haha

[dandy-s-dreamway-express]

Okay.

AU Lore Explanation Time

—————————————————————————————————————————

Part I: Main Summary

Dandy’s Dreamway Express is a Dandy’s World AU that tends to have two sides to it. The first side is the wholesome and sweet dreamcore aesthetic in a way. Mostly think of pastel colors and lovely things you see in your dreams. Both in the past and now. This side of the AU is kinda like the main ordeal with the normal toons being themselves. Both kinda in character and….just as themselves. Everyone enjoying their jobs and each other’s company while on an endless dream-way express. (Yes even Shrimpo enjoys his time on the train. He just cannot show it the proper way.) Anyone and everyone is allowed to interact with the entire cast, including seasonal toons. (I REFUSE to leave those beans out.) The other side to this AU revolves around the Twisted Counterparts and the Ichor itself. You could say that the ichor is more as a mix of a hive-mind substance that does make up the toons, but also can kinda leak itself into the real world. Now the funny part is this. The reason the Dreamway Express exists as a whole is due to the AU versions of the Toon Handlers. In this case, they were the first dreamers of the Dreamway express, somehow giving it life. However, due to the decline of their health, the toons were left to themselves, kinda like canon, but rather than deteriorate in public, they hide their twisted halves of their nature. They never show their true nature. Well…..not unless if they have to. But yeah. That’s the summary

Part II: Toon Roles

Okay! Time for everyone’s job/role on the Dreamway Express! 🥳 (I may not finish first try, there are a lot of toons to write for.)

Dandy: Head Conductor

Astro: Dreamway’s Observer, Dandy’s Right Hand Man

Sprout: Head chef of the Express

Shelly: Dinosaur Exhibit Cart Curator and Director, Inventory,

Vee: Gameshow Hostess, Surveillance, Head of the Entertainment Department of the Express, Head of the Security,

Bassie: She runs everything Easter related. Has her own shop and Easter Cart where the other Easter toons reside.

Bobette: Everyone knows she runs the Christmas cart as well as events and activities. She is the one who keeps up everyone’s morale during the cold.

Cocoa: The Lady of Bunbuns. Will be the baker and decorator of Easter. She also looks out for others as extra support.

Flyte: One speedy waiter that never wastes an order, despite how fast he is. Works with the other Easter toons as well as helps his sister (yes Flutter) as back up in case something happens. He also helps with security.

Eggson: The peepaw who happily watches over the younger dreamers of the AU.

Rudie: The nightlight and entertainer of the Christmas Toons. Whenever it would be nightime upon the Dreamway Express, you would see him and Brightney help Tisha whenever she goes to clean up before bed (in cases the ichor hive mind DOESN'T take over on that certain night, more on that later),

Ginger:

Goob: He is definitely one of the workers that works in the daycare cart. A Caretaker who loves Arts and Crafts, security, sometimes small errands, staff morale #2, literally just the staff members' biggest bean <:3

Scraps: Fellow Caretaker and Security staff, Goob's #1 Guardian/Bodyguard (eldest sibling do what she gotta do), greatly observant of everyone's actions and character.

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

thinking about nanami with a sweetheart who grew up with financial struggles. who feels guilty when he gives her cash and doesn’t know what to do with it. so she saves it up. just in case. because that’s what she’s supposed to do, right?

but he wants to spoil her. he wants her to treat herself. but the idea of blowing money on expensive things makes her feel guilty. because she knows what it’s like to not have enough.

(sorry i gotta bring a lil angst into it 😵‍💫)

Oh... oh that's a little too relatable sksksk

But i can see it so so clearly. Sweet darling you who grew up struggling with money, always scrounging, always trying to hold on to everything you could bc you didn't know if it'd be gone the next second. You collect things now, just in case you'll need it later, just to save yourself the money and trouble of getting it again. And you try not to spend too much. Your paycheck always goes into savings and you only take out what you need, just a little bit at a time. Some say you're a penny pincher. You just think you're being realistic.

And then Nanami comes along and he's wonderful. He doesn't come from money, he's worked hard for everything he's gotten, but he sure is living the high life. High end coffee beans and scotch, luxury watch and shoes, even a small cologne collection. He seems so different from you sometimes, but he's never acted egotistical about his money. If anything, he's too giving when it comes to it.

He gives you money for lunch, $100, and you freeze when he hands you the dollar bill.

"This is unnecessary," you say. "It's too much. I can pack my lunch; it's fine—"

"If you don't use it on lunch, then just spend it on something else you want. Please," he says, pushing the money back to you, "I want you to have it."

You've never even held a $100 bill before, and he gave it to you so easily. It feels like there's a rock in your stomach.

You keep the bill, for safekeeping, for a rainy day when things go wrong. An emergency fund, if you will. But then he gives you more money, and more, and more and more until you have a fat wad of bills living under your bed in an envelope. You've only taken from it once. You bought yourself some perfume for your birthday. You feel guilty for spending on yourself.

He doesn't know about it for a long time. It's only when he offers to help make your bed that he finds it under the mattress. He pulls out the envelope and your heart drops. He counts it. $5000.

"You didn't spend it?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry Ken, I was scared, I—"

"I'm not mad at you. I just don't understand why."

You explain your childhood, your past, the scrimping and saving anywhere you could, living off of rice and beans, always putting back the special items that just weren't in your budget. You're in tears when you finish, wiping your cheeks with your sleeves.

"I'm sorry you went through that," he tells you, grabbing your hand, "but I'm not going to stop giving you money. I want to take care of you, and this is the best way I know how. Please forgive me, but I'm going to continue giving you money."

"I don't need it—"

"We don't need anything besides food and shelter, but we're stuck on this planet for a long time, so we might as well enjoy ourselves while we're here."

You get quiet and he sighs.

"What's your favorite thing?" You tell him. "I want you to spend money on one of those. It doesn't have to be a lot, just enough for one, but I want you to get used to spending the money I give you. I want you to live a good life."

"I live just fine—"

"Fine and good are two different things. I don't want your life to just be 'fine'. I want you to live life to the fullest and never regret a thing."

"It... It's just so hard."

"I know, I know. But with time and practice, you'll get used to it. And then I'll finally be able to spoil you like I want to."

[wildeoscars]

Mr. Hickey, sir, you claim you’re a Limerick man, but I can’t help but notice that accent of yours. You see, I got a buddy in the force from around Limerick, and when you get the guy talking it’s hard to keep up. It’s like he’s speaking a whole other language! Though I guess sometimes it’s that, uh, Gaelic. Absolutely stunning language. But, I suppose that doesn’t mean much. Spend enough time somewhere and you pick up how the locals talk. You shoulda seen me after a week in Texas!

But I digress. I just got a few questions for you about the double homicide, your lieutenant and the other fella. I’m sure it’s nothing, but I gotta follow protocol. You say it was the Netsilik who attacked out of nowhere, right?

The locals are notoriously friendly, aren’t they? Why, I can’t even say a word in that Inuktitut and the ones I met shared some of their meat with me! Wish I coulda told them how to make it into a delicious chili, but it’s probably hard to find the beans out in all that snow. I couldn’t imagine any of those generous folks raising a hand against me.

But you know what they say, one bad apple can spoil the bunch. Strange that they brought a little girl on their war party though.

Thank you for your time, Mr. Hickey, I’ll be out of your hair now.

Oh, one more thing. Where did you get those boots? I gotta find myself some of those, my wife’s taking me to her folks’ cabin in Nebraska this December and I’m sure a refined man such as yourself would know exactly where to get the perfect pair. JF, strange brand…

[puppetwoman17]

A Happy House: Part 1

Headcanon that when there are any quarrels or fights between league members, they cool down at Billy’s apartment.

I see this happening in the future when Billy’s like, early to mid 20s. He’s finally settled to the point where he doesn’t always worry about becoming a homeless kid again. People in the League know him as understanding to a fault, and always willing to listen to both sides of the story. His apartment is homey, and there are always magical creatures or family walking around, like his sister, best friend, or uncle Dudley. Maybe a celestial or a god is visiting. Maybe the universe’s higher ups are having a meeting in his dining room. Whatever is happening, it calms everyone down.

Sometimes it’s Connor, coming in from another fight with Clark. Sometimes it’s a fellow Magic user who feels ostrisized because of their power. Other times, it’s a Batfamily member who wants Bruce off their tail, and Billy will gladly use a shield spell to give them privacy from Batman’s detective skills. Other times it’s members of the Team after arguing with the JL. Or the JL sorting out a quarrel amongst themselves with Billy’s careful judgement.

Billy doesn’t know why he’s such a calming presence to them. He’s known them since he was a child, yes, a kid who hadn’t even hit the double digits. But he tends to be blunt. Straight to the point. He makes sure to show he cares, but the feeling can feel foreign at times when the world keeps biting you in the ass. And he can get mad when people are so obliviously stupid it hurts. He’s seen and heard more than enough arguments between adults to know when they’re pulling bullshit or saying something that shouldn’t be said. It’s an art at this point.

But he’s mostly quiet when someone comes over, and when the other person is permitted to enter, he lets them hash the argument out themselves, offering nothing but privacy and a smile when they leave.

…So yeah, he’s confused. But he’s just happy to help.

And the JL, Team and Titans are grateful too. He’s their relationship wingman! The guy who you know to go to when things get heated. His home is an oasis of calm and care.

They can watch as the Batson siblings banter in the kitchen. They can watch Billy bring John Constantine in by the ear and rip him a new one. They can smile in amusement as Billy puts one over on his fellow higher ups in the magic community on a freakin ZOOM call!

He’s easy to be around. There’s no pressure from him, no questions needing answers. He’s also not biased(unless it’s more than obvious who’s in the wrong).

So yeah, the heroes love their not-so-little-anymore magic man.

They love him so much that they immediately clock onto when things go horribly, horribly wrong.

See, Billy doesn’t like to get angry. When he’s Cap, he’s afraid of the power he possesses. He gets nauseous when someone bows to him like he’s their boss or something(which you are Billy bean, you gotta deal with it). Even when he’s in his mortal form, he doesn’t go beyond a flood of curse words or a couple jabs built off stress.

But there are a few people who know what buttons to push, and they push them. A lot. So much so that he tends to get a little…loud.

Oh and did I mention he didn’t exactly TELL his coworkers that he had an uncle? Hell, that he did have a family, they just didn’t care enough to be with him?

Yeah, that’s not gonna lead to anything, I’m sure.

[jjscrybaby]

warnings: anxiety, crying, grief.

apocalypse!jj masterlist.

day 5. night time.

JJ talks a lot. He’s not even necessarily talking to you, he’s just saying things to fill the silence. You have only been together for five days, and yet you could name every one of his favourite movies, his favourite pizza toppings and which ninja turtle he relates to the most. You don’t respond much, but you’re not sure he wants you to.

It’s clear he doesn’t like you, although you don’t know why, he scoffs when you trip over your own feet, he complains when you need to pee and he hasn’t once asked if you’re okay. However, there are little things he does that makes you see that he’s not all bad; he found some bandages and wrapped up your bruised ankle, he gives you the majority of the food that you manage to find for the night and when you’re taking turns to rest you’re certain he lets you sleep for longer.

For the last four days you’ve managed to find empty houses to sleep in, but tonight you didn’t get that chance. You’re in the middle of the woods, probably one of the most dangerous places you could be right now, and all you have to sleep on is an old sleeping bag that JJ found in someone’s garage.

“You need to eat more,” JJ murmured, nodding to the canned beans you’d hardly taken a bite from. You were sick of beans, he cooked them over a fire but they were only luke-warm.

“I’m not hungry,” you replied quietly, placing the can down by your feet. JJ had given you some sweatpants and a hoodie, it was starting to get colder at night time, you would need to find some clothes that actually fit for when it got to winter.

“Don’t care. Eat it,” he demanded, inhaling his own food like it was going to disappear.

JJ didn’t grow up like you; he’d eat what he could find, sometimes he’d go days without a proper meal. You were used to a full plate every night, fancy food from restaurants at the weekend and definitely not beans. You sighed and took another bite, cringing at the taste.

“Can I have some water, please?” You murmured.

He nodded, reaching for his bag to get the half-full bottle out. He unscrewed the lid and handed it over to you. “We’ll find some more tomorrow, but we’re gonna need that for tonight.”

“Still need to find a map,” you reminded softly. JJ had told you about his plan to find John B, he figured they’d gone to the nearest military base so all he had to do now was find it.

“We will,” he grumbled. “I gotta put the fire out, don’t want to attract anything when it’s this dark.”

You fought the urge to whine. It was chilly and you’d never been a fan of the dark, back home you would wait for Rafe to fall asleep and then you’d switch on the night light; he’d always have something to say about it in the morning but you didn’t care — you needed it to be able to sleep.

JJ saw the look on your face, but he ignored it as he stood up and started to stamp on the fire. The last flicker of light went out and you let out a shaky breath, you could hardly even see JJ’s face with the trees covering the moon.

“Go on, get some sleep. I’ll wake you up in a few hours,” JJ ordered, resting his back against a tree a few feet away.

You crawled into the sleeping bag, pulling it tightly around your body as you squeezed your eyes closed. Half an hour must’ve gone by, all you could hear was the sound of JJ unloading and re-loading his gun over and over, tears pricked your eyes. You’d hardly slept for five days now, and although you were utterly exhausted you just couldn’t fall asleep.

“What’re you huffin’ and puffin’ about?” JJ sighed, an edge to his tone as he turned to look at you.

“I can’t sleep,” you whispered back, voice shaky as you tried to hide the fact you were crying.

“Try harder,” he muttered in annoyance.

You wished you were with someone else. Someone who would take care of you, maybe your mom. Was your mom even still alive? You hadn’t seen her in weeks, you were supposed to have dinner next weekend, that wouldn’t be happening anymore. You should have spent more time with her, you should have told her how much you appreciated everything she did for you, you should have asked her for help.

“Hey,” you flinched in shock, a hand landing on your arm. JJ’s tone was soft, a little awkward but it was the kindest you’d ever heard him. “What’s wrong? Why’re you cryin’?”

You hadn’t even noticed that you’d started to sob, the thought of your mom had sent you over the edge. “I miss my mom,” you admitted croakily.

“A’ight,” he sighed. You thought he was going to leave, maybe make fun of you for crying over something so stupid in a time like this. Instead, you felt him lean against the tree beside you; close enough that you could sense him. “I’m here, okay? You’re safe. Nothin’s gonna get you.”

“Okay,” you whispered back, wiping at your teary eyes.

It was silent for a few minutes, your eyes started to flutter shut but then he spoke. “It’s okay to miss your mom, y’know? That’s normal. I miss John B.”

You nodded your head, a weak smile on your face. “We’ll find him.”

“I know.”

[magic-hcs]

Can I request for Papyrus, Sky and The Horrortale Brothers with Kindness Soul S/O who is a Baker and has a bakery (Also they have healing powers)

Thank you so much for the ask! And for being so patient with me. Bear’s ended up being very long while the others quite short. I also didn’t have much idea what to do with the healing powers.

Bear: Horrortale Sans

Sky: Underswap Sans

Bean: Horrortale Papyrus

Time to cast some magic and see what we’ll get!✨

✨✨

Papyrus: Papyrus loves to bake with you! He’s good at baking, it just looks like a mess at the end result yet somehow still tasting so very delicious. You two probably met at the baking club Papyrus goes to. Maybe you came over at the club to help out with a specific cake the club was going to prepare that day.

Papyrus saw you and was immediately attracted to you. Looking so beautifully and handsomely in that apron of yours and with that focused yet kind look on your face. How could he not fall so easily for you?

✨✨

Sky: He gets very happy whenever you come by with some new treats you made. You’re his go to place for coffee and a treat before he’s off to work. Loves helping you in the kitchen. Somehow, the both of you always end up with a bit of flour covering you both.

You gotta keep an eye on him when he handles stuff that needs a sense of smell while baking since he has none. (It’s the reason why his food sometimes ends up inedible.)

Sky’s an amazing taste tester though.

✨✨

Bear: Bear had just been walking back home from the animal shelter when the sweet scent registered within him. He came to a complete halt, the single eyelight in his socket enlarging slightly. Completely forgetting what Bear priory was heading to, to instead follow this amazingly smelling trail. He didn’t have to walk that far, the source of the smell - which ended up being a newly opened bakery - was quite close by.

It was a cozy looking little thing. With brown chairs that look to be made of braided and weaved materials, and wooden tables with carved decorations standing just outside the bakery. There were two big window panes se with small different colored stained glass decorating just above the window sills.

A big chalkboard stood just outside, and written in big letters were the words 'GRAND OPENING, SWEETENDLILY'S OWN WHIPPED CREAM CHERRY MUFFINS AND BANANA SWISS ROLLS'

Bear walked in accompanied by a little 'ding' sound of the bell hanging just above the door, followed by a voice calling out a "I'm coming."

The smell came from behind the door where the voice had called out to him. Bear tugged slightly at his beany making sure it was still in the right place. Hiding the big crack in his skull. The smell became stronger and there you were. Mittens covering your hands which held a big tray of sweet scented bread. You looked up at him and your eyes widened, never having seen a living skeleton before. But you seemed to get yourself under control fast and grinned at him. “Welcome to Sweetendlily! Wheat can I do for you today?”

That pun had almost flown over his head if you hadn’t been grinning at him expectedly.

And that’s how it all started. And when I say all started I mean really all started. You were assertive, straightforward and kind. You left Bear reeling with your delicious treats, dazzling smiles and laughs, baking based puns and sugary flirts. Poor boy just kept coming back like he was being called by a very welcoming siren’s song. It was to no one’s surprise that you were the first to make a move by giving Bear a muffin with frosting that spelled ‘muffin ask u on a date?’ With a little heart decorating the side. You two have been together ever since.

✨✨

Bean: Bean loves it whenever you come to visit, knowing you’re bringing all kinds of self made goodies with you to share with the brothers. He definitely asks you to give him the recipes of some of the pastries you often bake for him.

He likes to bake with you, especially the decorating.

Bean’s soul warms whenever you make something specially for him. It makes him feel so appreciated.

✨✨

✨✨

Thank you for participating in this spell, I hope it was to your satisfaction.

[kat-124]

Walks over and flutters my eyelashes…you should totally tell me about your region genetic headcanons

ACKKKKK hey.

michael vsauce here, first i gotta explain another system i have in my headcanons. because goodness these guys are very, very diverse! and theres subcategories! my favorite! (everything below is headcanon territory, however I'll be formatting it as if its a fact or sm)

all demons belong to a 1st species, which basically means they have traits from whatever region they're spawned in.

theres Lost Temple demons, Thieve's Den, Playground, and Blackrock.

if you want, in another part i can talk abt how evolution/genes occurs in the first place when theres not really a 'passing down' of genes because i have explanations for that aswell! infact I'll happily explain anything further on request, i loove yapping

a 2nd species is basically a second set of traits mixed with the 1st species, this can be animalistic, object, concept, etc. (for example: wolf, fishing hook, music)

a 2nd species isnt always present, but when it is it can override 1st species traits, seemingly at random with less concern for survivability according to environment.

however, animalistic 2nd species are seen to commonly reflect the region theyre born into, whether this is because matching-animal 2nd species are more common or just that they survive more is unknown.

ANYWAYS

region genetics (aka 1st species)

~~~~ Lost Temple

lost temple demons tend to have thicker, rougher skin all over, rougher palms/soles, longer eyelashes, etc.

claws: longest of all the regions, demons tend to trim them though, to make modern life things easier. tend to be nonretractable. duller than other regions, in color and appearance. very sturdy, can be used for digging through materials like softer rocks, dirt, etc.

skin: lost temple demons tend to have darker skin when spawned, but many also just tan (grey-en? idk) from the sun. skin colors are random when spawned, but think of it as just being more common to be darker.

diet: omnivores. dried insects or lizards, beans, cacti, etc. seen as cultural foods and are quite common to find.

horns: Lost Temple horns can start to flake if not maintained, they are very sturdy, and are the heaviest out of the regions. they are quite solid, seeing a Lost Temple demon with a broken horn is a rare sight as it tends to be easier for the whole thing to be detached from the skull rather than fracturing. this makes them harder to customize shape-wise.

scutes: tend to line the upper side of the hands and feet, (think like reptiles or bird feet) scutes would also sometimes appear in 'armored' areas, like outside of forearm, shoulder, back of neck, along back, shins, outer thighs, etc.

while 'inside' softer skin areas would not have scutes. like the belly, inside of forearm, upper arm, inner thighs, etc.

scutes are shed periodically, and tend to be a mix or offset of horn + skin color. can be polished, traded or gifted afterward.

temp sensitivity: very temperature resistant, as the desert has an incredibly harsh climate (hot during the day, freezing at night) they have to in order to survive, even with shelter.

they dont tend to sweat very much, if at all, as it conserves water amounts.

Lost temple demons tend to be naturally nocturnal, as to avoid the heat, but have adjusted to being awake during the day due to the development of towns, the lifestyle of other factions, and such.

towns historically developed around rivers and oasises.

Lost Temple demons are generally quite tall

they tend to have a third eyelid, its a thin membrane they can shut it over their eye. this helps be able to see partially during sandstorms or if its windy. it freaks other regions out though.

Playground

Playground demons tend to have thicker skin especially at the palms and soles, they have

claws: Playgrounders tend to have medium sized claws, shorter than Lost temple ones. non-retractable. noticeably curved, very sharp, used for climbing or grappling easily. Playground demons will also file or trim their claws down to improve dexterity. they come in brighter colors.

skin: Playgrounders tend to be dark-midtone but having more colorful hues, (ie. they might be grey but with an hue overlay of another color, usually matching horn color.) smooth in texture.

diet: omnivores, fruits and vegetation are very common food sources, spices and herbs are also very common here, and are used in cooking often. avian meat is the kind thats most commonly consumed, aswell as reptiles. Playgrounders tend to have a wide diet.

playgrounders horns are the most malleable, they are softer and more sustainable to breaking or chipping. broken, cracked, or chipped horns are a common sight in Playground. they are smooth in texture.

Playgrounders tend to be shorter/smaller, however they tend to have longer tails than other factions. and these tend to be prehensile tails.

decorating yourself with colorful items and foliage used to be a sign that you were stronger/a threat, however, now its moreso just self expression and is very common.

very quick, along with being small they tend to be nimble and agile, good at evading something trying to chase them. theyre strong in a way that would make them not great at arm wrestles, but would be at tug of war.

very resistant to the humidity and heat. they do poorly in colder or less humid environments. they have pretty good poison tolerance.

Playgrounders also tend to be naturally nocturnal, but now are more active in the afternoon, especially at dusk. Playgrounders tend to nap often rather than taking long sleeps. theyre also light sleepers.

-------------

ok ive been letting this sit in draft for aaaawhile, im gonna post this now, ignore any mistakes they arent there, trust

might yap abt the other two factions in a 2nd part i dunno, feel free to ask me specific questions about my hcs, i find it easier to make a response if the question is more specific/narrow ^_^