#that won't help the headache but it'll make me feel better

[ittybittytoasty]

[hanafubukki]

Yuu being a little afraid of being pregnant, but the world of twisted wonderland has much better healthcare and overall treats children better

They're not getting any younger and neither is Lilia, so why not have a baby before they become too old to engage and raise them?

It doesn't take long, between the prescribed gummies from Riddle (their family doctor and old friend) and Lilia's ahem- enthusiasm, they start showing signs 2 months after they popped the question to Lilia

They remember how Lilia literally flew with joy when they told him they're ready. Of course after the initial joy they started discussing how they will go on about this, how Yuu will probably need to go on a vitamin rich diet, start doing pregnant yoga and require daily massages the farther along they get.

However Yuu's pregnancy seems to get harder everyday. A fact so alarming that they bring it up at their next checkup

"well? How's everything?" Lilia asked tentatively

"weeellll...." Riddle began with a sigh as he discarded the gloves " I have some good news and some.... neutral news?"

"neutral news?"

"I'll start with the good news!" He quickly added

"Good news is the baby's healthy! The growth rate is normal and they seem to be doing well"

"and the neutral news???"

Riddle but his bottom lip wincing "Neutral news is... The babies are healthy. Plural. There's 3 in there."

"...what"

Yuu and Lilia's faces were complete opposites. Moving at the same time, Yuu's face pulled into a horrified open mouth look while Lilia couldn't hide his grin. He fixed his expression once he noticed Yuu's horror.

"Luckily, we have magic here that'll make your labour be as easy as blinking, however you'll need to eat more. The reason why you've been exhausted is because you were only eating on account of one baby, sometimes if you're not consciously aware of the fact you're pregnant the body will not experience any additional cravings. In your case, you weren't aware just how pregnant you are"

"I.... How did this even happen- I mean what are the chances????"

"are we happy with this?" Riddle asked, looking only at Yuu with a gaze that told them they're his only priority

Yuu held eye contact and thought about it.

"...Yes. It'll be difficult but I want this"

Riddle smiled at both Yuu and Lilia. After everything, they deserved this.

"Very well then! I advise investing in a pump so that can lessen your load when the babies are born. If you need an extra fridge or an electric kettle please don't hesitate to ask, I know a guy" he says with a wink

Lilia smiled, trying to tone down his excitement "we appreciate your help Dr. Rosehearts"

Riddle scoffs "Oh please we go way back. Consider this my personal 'thank you' for helping me out back then, Yuu"

As they walked from the clinic to the nearest portal Yuu could practically feel the joy radiating from their husband. It was impressive how he managed to keep a hold on them and help them walk rather than outright carrying them and flying away

They decided to break the ice "soooo?"

They hear him him take a deep breath before scream-laughing. It honestly startled them

"I GOT A 3 FOR 1 DEAL!" of course this is how he chose to express his joy

Yuu groaned " anymore of this and I'm telling grim you hid his tuna away"

"aww so mean~ can't an old man be happy?"

"you're a particularly loud old man, and I too am old with a terrible headache so have some sympathy, sir!"

"ah anything goes for my cranky old spouse"

He peppered Yuu's face with kisses before carrying them through the portal

It's a good thing they preemptively bought multiple baby clothes (mostly because Yuu was scared of leaving the baby and Lilia in the kitchen together would lead to unsalvageable tatters)

Bonus:

"Well at least now Silver, Malleus and Sebek won't need to fight about being the favourite older brother"

"let's not kid ourselves batsy, they will still engage in petty competition"

"but we did kid ourselves.... 3 times kfufufu"

"no more cuddles for a week"

"wait no-"

Hello Anonie 🌷💞💚

THERE WAS 3!!! 😆😂 not only was lilia enthusiastic but so was his seed it seems omg 😆

Which makes sense because bats do tend to have more than one at once.

Everyone gets a baby! One for brother mal, one for brother sil, and one for uncle sebek. 🥳🥳

You get a baby and you get a baby and you and you 🤣

Riddle is so sweeettt 😭😭💞💞 I’m so happy. He’s attentive.🥺🥹

…”3 for 1 deal”!!!!! LMFAOO I’m crying 😂

This was adorable. 💚

[phoward89]

Based on this ask for my moot @swiftieblyth

“Darling, are you feeling unwell again?” Your husband, President Coriolanus Snow of Panem, asked you as he entered the residential wing of the Presidential Palace only to see you sprawled out on the sofa with a cold compress on your head in an attempt to ease your migraine. A migraine that's so bad that your body's shaking in pain and all of the drapes are drawn, leaving you in the dark to wallow in your misery.

“No.” You moan out in pain. “I’ve been suffering with a terrible migraine all day, Coryo.”

“My darling rose, perhaps we should call the doctor?” Coriolanus suggested while making his way over to your side.

“I don't need a doctor, Coryo. It's just a migraine.” You waved off your husband's concern as he kneels next to you. Truthfully, you hurt so bad that you just want to cry. But it's just a headache, all a doctor's going to do is prescribe headache and migraine medications and you've already got those in the medicine cabinet. Too bad you're too nauseous to take them tho.

“This isn't just a migraine. You've been getting frequent headaches too often lately. Not to mention your lack of appetite and nausea.”

“I'm fine, Coryo.” You stubbornly told your husband.

“You're not fine, my love. Don't even lie to me and say you are.”

“I know, Coryo.” You sigh defeatedly. Your husband always knows when you're lying. What is he, a human lie detector?

“This is concerning me. Really it is and you know I don't frighten that easily.” The President told you, gently stroking your arm up and down in a soothing manner.

“I know, it concerns me too," You honestly admit to the platinum blonde who's your other half in life. "but I already have migraine and headache medications; they don't work.”

“You have to take them for them to work, darling.” Scolded your husband.

“Okay, when I'm not too nauseous from the headaches and take them they don't really help.”

“That's why we need to get you to a doctor.”

“I know, but I don't want to see the doctor only for him to tell me what I already know- that I have migraines.”

Coriolanus loves you, he truly does, but sometimes you can be so stubborn. He'd feel better if you'd just agree to see the doctor, but you won't.

Your claim that it's just migraines is bullshit; both you and your husband know it too. You're been experiencing chronic fatigue, a tiny bit of brain fog, and tingling in your hands that makes you shake them out to get feeling back sometimes.

Those symptoms on top of the frequent headaches, nausea, and loss of appetite has Coriolanus worried. Of course you're concerned too, but your husband's downright scared to death. But maybe that's because he's been looking up things and playing Dr. Panoogle when it comes to your symptoms.

But President Snow’s read so many scary things while playing Dr. Panoogle that he's desperate to get you to a doctor. He can't have you dying on him from some disease or illness.

Coriolanus let out an exasperated sigh. “If your symptoms consist or worsen, I'm taking you to the doctor. Understood?”

“Understood.” You reply, causing your husband to gently kiss your temple before scooping you up and bringing you to your large bedroom for some proper rest in your king sized bed.

A few days later your health took a turn for the worse. Your headache was gone, but you were feeling fatigued. More than usual. Also you were having some problems with your motor skills. You're, for a lack of a better word, clumsy and stumbling over your own feet.

You're scared, but you don't want to bother your husband. Coryo's the President and he's been busier than usual lately since the games are a month and a half away. You know if you call him or send a maid to get him then he'll scrap all of his duties to tend to you. As much as you want your doting husband by your side, he's the President of Panem and has a duty to the country. Plus, he's the youngest president that's ever been elected, so if he puts off his duties it'll make him look like a slacker and your husband's anything but that.

So, you decide to deal with feeling poorly yourself. But then you suddenly feel dizzy when you rise from the sofa in order to go to the bathroom. You feel as if the room's spinning, as if you can see the air dancing around the floor.

And suddenly you faint; hitting the floor with a loud thud. A loud thud that, unfortunately, none of the staff heard.

Coryo's exhausted when he makes his way down the hall, towards the residential wing of the Presidential Palace. He can't wait to get home to you, his darling wife. You've been by his side since college, always supporting his dreams and goals. You always manage to bring a smile to his face when he's had a bad day. You also calm the rage coursing through him whenever he's pissed off about something work related.

Just being around you's enough to calm him, bring fresh air to his dark soul. The nation of Panem should be glad that you're the First Lady. If Coriolanus was married to anyone else, well…there would be a ton more executions and poisonings then what have occured.

That's for sure.

Coriolanus can't wait to see you, to have you in his arms or to be held in yours (either works for him), but when he enters the living room of your living quarters his blood freezes in his veins.

The sight of you passed on the floor is like a vice around his heart. You're motionless and he's terrified that he's going to lose you. Quickly, he rushed over to you and pulled you into his arms. “Please, baby, wake up. Open your eyes for me, darling.” Coriolanus begs, gently patting your cheek in an attempt to rouse you, as his icy eyes shine with fear.

Your eyelashes flutter as you begin to weakly open your eyes. “Coryo?” You ask, trying to make the shape of your husband out since your vision’s a bit spotty.

“I'm here, darling.” Coryo assured you. Pressing a kiss to your forehead, he tells you, “I'm taking you to the doctor, Y/N. You've been passed out for only gods know how long; you're getting checked out.’

“Okay.” You relent, knowing that you won't win against your husband on this. He told you before that if your health declines he's making you see the doctor.

The doctor examined you, listened to your list of symptoms, and ran some tests on you. Once the results were in, the doctor walked into your examination room with a few papers in hand.

Coming to a stop in front of the table you're sitting on, the doctor looks between you and President Snow before revealing, “First Lady Snow, I've come to the conclusion that you have both high cholesterol and an iron deficiency.”

“Isn't she a bit young for that?” Coriolanus asked in disbelief. How could you have those medical issues? Didn't people Grandma'am’s age have those kinds of issues?

“Yes, President Snow, the First Lady is young, but it seems that her medical issues with high cholesterol and iron deficiency is a genetic one.” The doctor told your husband before looking over at you. “Do your parents or siblings have any of these issues?”

“No.” You shake your head. “My mother and older brother don't have any problems.”

“Her father died in the war, during the Dark Days alongside mine.” Your husband told the doctor before the middle-aged man could even ask about your dad.

The doctor nodded, only to hand you a script and say, “That's a prescription for a statin. It's a medication to control your cholesterol.” He gave you another piece of paper that had some supplements written on it. “Those are over the counters you can buy for your iron deficiency. They're easily found in the vitamin aisle of the pharmacy.”

Looking between you and your husband, the doctor sighed. “Now, this next part might be a bit difficult since it concerns diet. I understand that you're the First Family of Panem, the equivalent of royalty in the eyes of the old world, but there's quite a few diet restrictions the First Lady has now because of her condition.” Handing some papers about foods you could eat, couldn't eat, and diet plans to your husband l, the doctor concluded his thoughts on the matter with, “I understand that you hold a lot of galas and dinner parties and I won't tell you what to serve, just that the First Lady doesn't eat anything she's not supposed to unless you want her having another episode due to out of order levels of cholesterol.”

“Don't worry, Dr. Murphy, she'll strictly adhere to whatever's in this diet plan.” Coriolanus assured your doctor, holding the papers in his hand up slightly. “Nothing she's not allowed to have will enter the Presidential Palace.”

Well, it's rare, but your medication gave you an allergic reaction. Yea…it gave you a bad cause of hives, which you had to get some antihistamines for. So, you couldn't take the cholesterol medication.

Your husband was livid that the statin gave you hives. He even threatened to have the doctor's head on a silver platter for malpractice, but you managed to calm him down enough not to kill poor Dr. Murphy. That doctor should be thanking his lucky stars that you have such a strong hold on your deranged husband, President Coriolanus Snow, otherwise he'd be pushing up daisies right now.

Since the cholesterol medication is off the table, you have to manage it all on your own with a strict diet. A diet that Coryo's also eating, despite the fact that he's as healthy as a horse.

It means a lot to you that your husband's supporting your journey to get healthier. That he eats the same foods as you and won't let anything you can't have come into your home. Not many husbands are so devoted, but yours is.

But, that also means that dinner parties have a strict menu now to. Because President Snow's making everyone-

EVERY-FUCKING-ONE

that enters the Presidential Palace for a gala or dinner party eat your family's special diet.

Mhm…

He's not having you get sick on his watch by accidentally eating one of your ‘bad’ foods that can make your cholesterol skyrocket.

Coriolanus needs you to get healthy so that you can start thinking about having a baby. Well, you've been together for so many years now, it's the only logical step. But before that can happen he wants to make sure that your cholesterol and iron levels are at a good reading.

He's so supportive and you're so grateful for him.

“Thank you, Coryo, for doing this diet with me and for just being such a good husband while I've been dealing with my health issues.” You tell your husband one night during dinner.

Your husband always returns to the residential wing of the Presidential Palace for mealtimes now. He feels it's his duty to make sure you're eating healthy and the only way to do that is to share meals with you all the time.

Coryo pauses in stabbing his vegetables with a fork, only to tell you, “My darling rose, you don't have to thank me for wanting you well. For wanting nothing but the best for my love.”

“I know, but not all husbands are like you and I just wanted you to know that I'm grateful for everything.”

Reaching across the table to grab your hand, the president smiles that special smile he only reserves for you. “You're everything to me. Made me love again when I never thought I'd be able to.” Coryo's icy blue eyes were twinkling as he admitted, “I'm completely lost without you, my love. I'll always be by your side to support you because I need you to be healthy and at your best.”

Your husband's words really touched your heart. To the public your husband's a cold, stoic, firm leader. But to you he lets down his guard, shows you a tender side. He's also a very devoted man to have as a life partner.

Coryo's been by your side during all of your hard times. Like during the times I'm University that you had some very bad spats and falling outs with some of your friends via social media. He's your biggest supporter, but hearing that he needs you by his side because you make him a better man just makes you swoon.

So, it seems that you both need each other. Perhaps that's why your love works so well. You make his heart beat and prevent it from rotting while he makes sure that you're healthy, both mentally and physically.

And right now you might be a little unwell, but you'll get better. With Coryo's love and support you'll be better in no time.

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[lunicho]

kiss ban - lee sohee

synopsis - sohee's been sick for a while and you haven't been able to come over to help him. so when you finally do he just missed you so much. (2.1k words)

warnings - subby sohee, gn reader, handjob, oral (m receiving), not proofread

a/n - idk if the actual smut part is any good cuz i refuse to read it,, also this is for @kissohee (i'll write u smth better in the future!)

the dimly lit apartment was quiet and cold, almost eerie as you walked in. you shuffled through the door trying not to drop the bags that you were struggling to bring in with you. it was a pretty cloudy day and none of the curtains had been opened in the stuffy home. you frowned at this, remembering your poor sick and probably cold boyfriend. you dropped the bags off by the wide open door, rushing to push the curtains aside and crack open a widow or two.

“babe? are you awake?” you hustled through the apartment, trying to get to your boyfriend's side as quickly as possible. you nudged the door closed, overlooking the house and taking note of the dishes that need to be done and the counters that need to be wiped down. a quiet groan came from the other room, indicating that your boyfriend was awake.

sohee had been out for a few days, his sickness keeping him in bed for a while. at first he told you he was okay and that you didn't need to come by but him being sick still worried you.

you grabbed your overnight duffel and the bags from the store and headed to sohee's bedroom. you quietly pushed the door open and placed the bags on the end of the bed.

sohee rolled over slowly, his movements sluggish. “hey baby,” you moved to his side, caressing his face as he looked up at you cutely. “you're burning up!” you shouted with a hushed voice, in case sohee had a headache.

he smiled dumbly, his entire body feeling weak, “i'm okay y/n, just some fatigue.” you frowned once again, standing to help sohee sit up.

“anyone can tell you're congested, you have a fever too!” you supported his body in your grasp, sticking a hand down the neck of his shirt to feel how hot his body is.

“i promise i'm okay!” sohee sounded anything but convincing, the rasp not subsiding in his voice. you smiled at his poor attempts to convince you he wasn't sick, his hazy expression giving it away.

“maybe a bath will help, yeah i think a bath will help.” you laid him back down, caressing his face once more as you spoke out loud to yourself.

sohee was really out of it, he's just tired, fatigued, and hot. “if you think i'm so sick then you should kiss me better.” the boy flashed you another dumb smile.

you chuckled along with the shake of your head, “no sohee, i can't get sick too. who will take care of us?” he shrugged his shoulders to the best of his ability, not really caring.

“what if i die? then what? you'll just have to live with the fact that you didn't kiss me one more time.” sohee was gaining back a little energy which had you relieved.

“baby you won't die, i'm not gonna let that happen.” with that you went into the bathroom, starting the water for your boyfriend.

“just one kiss y/n? promise it'll make me feel so much better.” sohee was sat up on his own when you came back into the room, he's really hellbent on this kiss.

“in a few days, i'll kiss you all over that pretty face, promise.” you smile at him, leaning in the place a kiss on his forehead. “thought you were gonna kiss my lips, you played me.” you could hear the frown on his lips.

“sorry baby, you'll just have to get better super quick, lets get you in the bath.” you helped him get up and you walked to the bathroom with him leaning into you the whole time. he snuggled into you, loving the closeness of your bodies.

you're doing everything for sohee, just wanting him to feel better. you even help him out of his clothes, pulling his shirt over his head. “go on, get in. tell me if you need anything, im gonna go wash your sheets and clean the kitchen up. i brought some food for you too so you can eat once you're out.

sohee's heart felt complete, he loved that you took care of him like this. “thank you y/n, i'll get better so fast so we can make out and stuff.” you laughed at this, ruffling sohee’s hair before leaving.

you clean up as quickly as possible, popping into the bathroom every once in a while to check on sohee. the house had warmed up and the dirty counters were no longer driving you crazy.

the bathroom door creaked open and out came sohee in his cozy pajamas. his body didn't look as fatigued anymore. a grin came across your lips when you looked into his pretty eyes, “you feeling okay?”

he nodded and walked towards you, still drying off his hair with the towel in his hand. you instinctively lean into kiss him but noticing him puckering his lips made you snap out of it. you lean back, dodging the kiss.

“not this again! you're really not gonna kiss me?” it hurt his feelings seeing you dodge him but you're serious about not wanting to get sick, you had too much to do.

“i want to so bad, trust me but your voice is all yucky and stuff.” you try to hold in a laugh when you see the offended expression on the boys face. “i'm sorry! i'm seriously gonna make it up to you when you're better, you'll never forget it!”

he whines in response, his toothy smile never leaving his face. you move over to the couch with him, finally sitting, “i cleaned everything for you, the dishes, the counter, and your sheets are clean now. the bedding is just drying right now.” he nods, admiring your features as he listens.

“you're so pretty, love when you take care of me.” he grabs hold of you, pulling you in for a hug. you snuggle into him, noticing that his body wasn't hot anymore.

“you mean you love when i act like your maid?” he scoffs at your joke, “it's a fair trade, who babysits you when you're drunk at parties?” you look up at him and roll your eyes, “you, but that's just because you're a good boyfriend.” he smiles, “and you a good girlfriend, one i would really love to kiss.”

he honestly looks so good right now, his feverish blush not yet leaving his cheeks. he was dressed simply, just some loungewear you picked out for him but he looked good in anything.

you sit up and kiss his cheek, then his forehead, “i still won't kiss your lips.” he rolled his eyes and used his pointer finger and hooked it under your chin, placing a kiss right by your mouth.

you laughed along with him, placing more kisses on his face. you trailed down to his neck, nibbling the skin there. “you look so good right now.” you mutter against his neck when his arms wrap around you, pulling you onto his lap.

sohee sighs contently, hands resting on your hips and lower back. you could feel him getting hard against your clothed warmth. you hum against his neck, sitting back to look at his face, “always so quick to get hard..”

you put your weight down on his lap, feeling his hand tighten on your hip. “wish i could kiss you, i'd swallow all your little noises.” sohee whines at this, his head falling back against the couch. he looked at you through hooded eyes, the feeling of your warmth on him being almost too much.

the rasp in his voice was especially present when he whined, making you caress his face lovingly. you didn't want to do too much to him and make his voice worse or make his head hurt.

“so whiny, my little prince.” you grind your hips down on his length, the strangled noise that he let out making you smile. it never takes much to get sohee going, he's easy to get riled up and even quicker to get begging.

“please make me feel good, not kissing you hurts bad enough.” there's genuine sadness in his eyes as he speaks, poor thing. you return the expression, nodding at him slowly. .

“how are you feeling though? headache? throat pain?” you want to be sure this isn't going to be torturous, no matter how much he reassures you he's okay, you're still worried.

“the only pain im feeling is in my pants right about now.” he points down, both of you looking towards the bulge in his pants.

you smile, your hips grinding down on him again. sohee sucks in a breath, getting more desperate, “missed you so much, i was dying here by myself.”

you'd missed him too, you weren't able to come and spend everyday with him since you were busy. the moment you got the chance to come over you ran to his side. “sorry i wasn't able to come sooner, it's been a busy week.”

you climb off of his lap, returning to your original spot right beside him. your hand found it's way to sohee's crotch, gently palming him through his pants.

his body shudders when he speaks, “i-it's okay, you're here now, that's all that matters.” he lifted his hips against your hand, wanting you to touch him more. he snakes an arm around your waist as well, pulling you impossibly closer to him.

you curl up next to him, one arm around his shoulder while the other traces the print of his erection. “pull your pants down, let me see your pretty cock.” he's obedient, immediately reacting to the demand.

you run your nails up and down his thighs, watching precum leak from his twitching length. he's so pretty like this, desperate and leaking. you watch in amazement as you grab his length in your hand.

“fits so perfect in my grasp..” it was almost like sohee was crafted perfectly for you. your hand tugs at his length gently, sohee whines out softly, his lip getting caught between his teeth. you pump him in your hand steadily, not wanting to keep him waiting too long. his hand slightly moves under his shirt, his hands gripping his stomach gently, this was a habit you noticed he had.

you lifted your other hand to sohee’s head, feeling his hair as you brushed your fingers through it. he leaned into your touch, loving the feeling of your fingers on his scalp. he shivered lightly when your nails gently scratched in his hair.

you picked up your pace a little, focusing more on the tip of his cock. small whines and mewls fall from the boys lips, his grip tightening on your waist.

you could tell he was getting close from the sound of his moans and the way he gripped you tighter. sohee grunts, his hips stiffening slightly, “w-wanna finish in your mouth.. please..” his voice has a whiny pitch to it, desperation leaking off his tongue.

you drop down to your knees, slowing down your pace on his cock. you stare up at him, smiling when he looks down at you through his eyelashes.

sohee loves your mouth and anything to do with it, he loves kissing you, feeling your tongue in his mouth, and feeling your mouth on his cock.

you lick a long stripe up his length, watching him shudder at the feeling. you take his full length into your mouth, your head bobbing up and down. he moans at this, his hands making their way into his own hair.

he always gets so desperate that he thrusts into your mouth and today was no different. his hips thrusted up into you, his length brushing against the back of your throat.

you stopped moving your head, letting sohee use your mouth so he could make himself cum. “s-so close..” he continued his movements until his cock was twitching, indicating that he was about to cum.

his hips stilled, his orgasm washing over him. you bobbed your head again gently, feeling his cum shoot into your mouth. you swallow his seed, stroking him through the rest of his orgasm, his moans filling your ears.

you look up at him again, your hand still gently stroking his length as you move to sit next to him. “feel better?” sohee's eyes are shut as you speak to him, his breathing still heavy.

he nods, opening his eyes and gazing at you with loving eyes. “good, i'm gonna go check on the sheets so we can cuddle in bed until you get get all the way better.”

[moth--blood]

Obey Me × MC with chronic migraines

[ ft. the 7 brothers (seperate), Diavolo, Barbatos ]

cws: fluff mostly, brief nsfw ref with Asmo

Lucifer

the most consistent of the brothers with getting your meds and not panicking, more importantly

he tends to get small headaches from overworking, so he offers his meatheads to make you feel better if you don't have any practical ones ("no, im not letting you chug a gallon of chocolate milk thats not going to help. ..what do you MEAN thats worked before???")

insists on you laying down and resting in his room until you feel better. doesn't matter how often it is, he always makes you stop whatever you're doing to go rest

will play his softer records while you sleep in hopes it'll help the migraine go away faster

Mammon

panics, first and foremost.

are you broken? dying? humans are fragile MC don't laugh at him he's WORRIED

especially worried if you describe the pain as stabbing. for a second he genuinely thinks you're being stabbed by some Witch's voodoo doll of you. that concern never fully leaves

his worry turns to pampering when he's realized you're not, in fact, being stabbed through a doll, and now he's full of questions

will suggest anything and everything he can think of to help you, from the lights to kisses. doesn't matter he WILL try it

Levi

in awe you came to him about being in pain before anything else

awkwardly offers to let you sleep in his tub, and to get you meds or something else you might ask for

if the lights in Henry's tank bother you he'll put blankets over the tub so you don't have to look at them so directly

if physical contact helps and you ask him to lay with you he will lose his fucking mind. he'll do it but he'll be stiff as shit for several minutes before finally relaxing

offers to read his/your favorite manga to you if the noise wont be a bother

surprisingly really fucking clingy when you're so reliant on him. it makes him feel special

will play the lofi or quiet anime music that helps him sleep if the noise won't bother you. he figures if it helps him sleep it might help you not be in pain :)

Satan

also in awe you chose to come to him with this, especially if it's NB!Satan. he takes less time to process than Levi though

makes a big show of tucking you into his bed to rest, offers to get you tea and to read to you if the noise isn't an issue

if lights are a trigger dont even worry about it his room is dark as fuck!

he pampers you a bit less than Mammon does, but he still insists on getting you things and doing stuff for you.

takes very quick notice of your triggers, and does his best to help you avoid them!

zero hesitation will yell at the others for possibly accidentally causing another attack he gets protective quick.

Asmo

immediate pampering he doesn't need to be told twice

"oh, you don't feel good? here let me take care of EVERYTHING today don't even worry about it"

if scents are a trigger and his soaps or perfumes/colognes get a migraine going he will not stop apologizing. he feels AWFUL

dims all his lights and does his best to neutralize all the smells in his room, insisting you stay and let him take care of you

will also try everything he can think of, or at least suggest it

he's not the biggest fan of the idea of doing stuff to you while you're in pain but if that helps you he'll try it. but you gotta tell him the second it starts getting worse because the pampering will continue exactly where it left off

Beel

he's so worried :(

also lowkey thinks you're dying so he's extra careful with you.

will do anything you ask bro is at your beck and call when you don't feel good

akin to everyone else he'll bring up anything he can think of that might help

more than willing to cuddle you into feeling better if you ask.

gets Lucifer to bring you meds because he doesn't wanna leave you alone, and if you're not the biggest fan of taking them he'll stare at you with the biggest puppy eyes until you do

Belphie

pulls you upstairs to the attic and insists on you sleeping it off, even if that doesn't always work

a big cuddler so he doesn't mind holding you if physical contact helps

goes and gets you medicine and a drink without even being asked, and if you question or tease him about it he'll just mutter something about wanting to sleep in peace without you complaining about your head

he's just worried don't let him fool you again

very observant with your triggers and when you're around bright lights or loud noises, for example, too long he'll pull you aside and quietly ask if you're still feeling okay. if it's a yes he'll pretend he never asked and if it's a no, he'll pull you back to the attic pft

Diavolo

also thinks you're dying at first. i mean, for all he knew you were! Solomon hardly counts as human so imagine his absolute panic when his first actual human starts complaining of excessive brain pain. several times.

after you've been around a while though, he's super calm about it

words cannot express how quickly he goes "oh okay! here, drugs"

does keep your medicine on him basically constantly, just in case!

takes you to his room or to an unused room in RAD so you can rest for a little bit, and if it's bad enough at RAD he'll just fucking leave to take you home lmao

doesn't fully understand still, but he's doing his best! it's the thought that counts even if he's unknowingly making it just a little worse </3

Barbatos

also keeps your medicine on his person after a while.

memorizes your list of triggers and things that help as soon as he realizes you get migraines at all. he uses his power to find when you mention said lists and if you ask, he'll just smile and tell you not to worry about it

also tends to pull you aside when you're around your triggers for a while to make sure you're alright. regardless of answer he reminds you he has your meds if you need them

if warm drinks or comfort foods help, he figures out how to make them and when pretty fast. he likes being efficient at getting your pain to go away as soon as possible

[blueiones]

Advantage. Yandere × GN! Reader PT. 1

-> letter from valentine: i haven't posted in a year haha, anyways this will be split into 2 parts, maybe 3 if i feel like adding more. dude still don't have a name so feel free commenting one or something (ó﹏ò｡) not sure when the next part will be so no promises it'll be soon since school year is starting and i'll be busy :> until next time <3 tis very short idk how people are able to write so much (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

He steered clear away from you, who was the popular kid. You did well in class and were absolutely gorgeous (he couldn't deny that).

Everyone knew you. They'd greet you in the halls with a smile or a shy wave. You were perfect, it was as if the world revolved around you. He heard stories about you, how you always tried to help anyone in class.

“Y/n? Oh yeahhh, the one from my English Class. Yeah they're cool as hell, they helped me the one time I didn't attend class.”

“They're in my P.E. class! I don't know how they do it but they totally rock that uniform, especially the ass— uh you won't tell them I said that right?”

“Great student. Always passes work on time, they're always doing some type of extra curricular so I don't know how they manage that. A role model indeed, they'll succeed in life— no matter what path they choose.”

He was jealous, how can you do it so easily? Him? He was just there. He wasn't bullied, he had acquaintances and people he talked to regarding school work but it was just that. It stopped at that. He sometimes thinks the only reason he wasn't bullied was because his family is well-off, even if he was the third son— who was forgotten more often than not his family wouldn't want anyone to think they were a push over.

People only ever talked to him because they needed something, because they wanted to use him for the English project they forgot to do or ask him to be their partner in an assignment so he can do all the work load. His appearance didn't make it any better, he wasn't conventionally attractive, he looked like he was in constant pain with his furrowed brows and had terrible eye bags hidden away with his specs.

So when he was invited to a party hosted by his batch he immediately accepted wanting to change. He promised to himself before going inside the door, he was going to meet people, have fun and get shit faced.

Spoiler. It didn't go as he planned.

An hour into the party he was hugging the toilet seat on the second floor of the huge mansion. Okay, Maybe he got too excited and was peer pressured into a drinking contest but at least he was included, right? That was important, to be part of them, to be like them.

He embarrassingly screeched so loud when a hand gently tapped him on the shoulder. He whipped his head to see you holding bottled water with a sheepish smile.

“Hey uhm, sorry about my friend, he just got excited since you like rarely join these types of things. I uh- saw you running up the stairs so I brought you water, so you can flush all the toxins from your system.” You explained, holding the bottle towards him.

“Oh.” He dumbly said, he reached the water and slightly brushed your hand in doing so. It was only for a moment but he felt the thick callousness of your hands. “Thanks.”

“If you don't mind… I can bring you to your place? I'm not a drinker myself, so I'm sober and can totally bring you home if you don't wanna stay here anymore.” You offered.

Not a party person? He expected the opposite to be honest. He thought about it before agreeing. He definitely did not want to stay any longer, he could feel the headache bouncing inside his head.

“Sure.”

-

Your car looked a little old but smelled and looked clean, he knew a handful of college students who kept their space tidy. There wasn't any type of air freshener which he was glad about, he hated those especially the citrus scents it would've added to his growing migraine. He pushed his head back onto the plush car seat, it smelled like you. Clean.

“You have arrived at your destination.”

“Woah, this place is nice.” You said looking out the window in awe, “Wanna live somewhere this nice in the future, comfortably.” You said to him with a toothy grin.

He looked toward your smiling face with a surprised look, you enjoy things as simple as this? The place wasn't cheap but at the end of the day it wouldn't leave a dent in his bank account alone. “Yea it is nice, thanks for the ride by the way.” He replied sparingly, but nevertheless you still beamed at him.

He walked out of the car and was about to head inside the building when he heard your voice call out. He looked behind in surprise, did you need something else from him?

You jogged closer to him before handing out your phone, “If you don't mind, can I have your number?” You asked shyly at him.

Huh. That was it? Just his number? He looked skeptically before typing it in, he hopes he won't regret it in the future.

-

He dried his hair with a towel, by now he hoped that all the alcohol was flushed out. He still had a headache and felt like it wasn't gonna subside.

Ding!

He glanced at his phone from the table and saw messages pop-out.

UNKNOWN.

> hey!! this is y/n btwww, i don't know if you slept right away kind of hoping you didn't before i got to tell you to take an advil :>> it'll help you feel better in the morning

> i remember the first (and last) hangover i got, wasn't very fun especially since i had class in morning :ppa anywy i think typing too much lololol

> i think i'm*** :[

> goodnight!! ٩(^ᗜ^ )و ´-

He didn't think of that, so he found the pill in his drawer and drank to down it and plopped in his bed. He just hoped you're right.

You were, he woke up in the morning feeling better than he expected. He found his phone and went to his messages.

UNKNOWN

UNKNOW|

UNKN|

__________

Y/N.

> goodnight!! :3

seen, 11:43 PM.

(just now)

< Thank you.

to be continued...!

[bluegalaxygirl]

Wild Flower (Zosan X Reader) P4

Plot: While doing recon for the crew, reader's snake gets captured by a marine who knows more about her than her own crew but to make matters worse he can hurt reader through her Snake using some strange powers and deadly plants.

Warning: Bad language, Snakes and Making out.

Reader is female and has the ability to control Snakes that come form tattoo's on her arms, she can change the size of them and see through their eyes but they are also connected to her emotions. Zoro X Sanji X Reader, poly relationship, established relationship.

P1 - P2 - P3 - P5 - P6 - P7 - P8 - Bonus

The next day your snake was almost back to normal, the cut on its chest was healing well and all the redness and spots have gone meanwhile your arm was still red but most of the bumps were gone and it wasn't painful anymore. Your snakes can heal way faster than you can so you had no doubt that it wound't affect you "Are you sure?" Sanji asks his eyes full of worry as he helps you sit up in bed "Yes its fine... right little one?" you ask once your sat up looking down at you snake on your lap, it hissed up at you happily before turning to look at Sanji and Zoro who were standing next to the bed, it hissed at them before lowering it's head telling then thank you. "It's ok buddy, sorry about the chest again" The swordsman reaches over patting its head lightly, you smile at the two before picking your snake up and holding it in your hands looking it over, its tongue flicks out touching your nose making you giggle a little. Sanji sighs and runs his hand through your hair, he's still worried about you but he also trusts that you won't do anything to hurt yourself, your snake looks up at the cook sensing his worry letting out a loud quick hiss. It makes the three of you jump but Sanji's eyes meet your snakes who lets out a gentle hiss as it leans towards him, laughing slightly the cook takes a seat on the bed and scratches under its chin as it closes its eyes enjoying his touch "How do you always know?" Sanji asks but gets no response from the snake who relaxes into his hand, shaking your head you lean over and kiss Sanji's cheek which he doesn't lean into like normal.

He's still a bit distant, but he seems mostly back to normal, you won't bring anything up to him just yet though since it could be a trauma response or the after shock of yesterday making him act this way. Zoro places his hand on Sanji's uninjured shoulder and gives it a firm squeeze of reassurance, he can sense something is off but just like you he won't say anything unless it continues past a day or gets worse. Chopper hops up onto the bed and places a jar of cream down next to you gaining you and your snakes attention "It'll be good to apply this to your arm and your snake once a day so you'll have to let it out to do so... also no getting out of bed without someone around, your chest is still healing and since your snakes been out for over a day i know your head must be hurting" The doctor was right, having your snakes out too long give you a massive headache and weakens your body but you were willing to put up with it so your snake could get better before joining you again. "Thank you Chopper, you've been amazing" you smile at him earning a smile and a slight wiggle back, your snake hisses bowing its head at the doctor thanking him before looking at your arm asking to go back. You nod at your snake giving it a quick kiss on the head before letting it slither under your bandages and sink into your skin going back to being a normal tattoo, a sigh of relief leaves your lips, it feels like a piece of a puzzle going back into place. "Thank you two again... You don't know how this means to me" You reach over placing your hand on Sanji's cheek while reaching your other out to take Zoro hand.

It's taking a while to recover, your chest was still bandaged up along with your arm that was badly affected by the poison but you feel fine and your snake looks all better, even the wound on its chest is fully healed but neither of the boys or Chopper are happy with you leaving the medical room even though it's been a few days. Luckily though the medical room is attached to the kitchen so your never short of entertainment, someone is always in there either messing around, doing work or just chilling. You've heard Luffy and Usopp get caught by Sanji or Nami a few times either taking food or trying to pick the pantry lock, it's hard to hold your laughter back when the two get scolded like children but who ever is yelling at them is too distracted to notice. Sanji's cooking always smell great and even though you do spend time with him in there either talking or dancing you never knew he sometimes sings when alone, its something you haven't heard before so you stay quiet and listen to his beautiful voice until someone interrupts. When ever he comes in to check on you or bring you something you really want to bring it up but there must be a reason as to why he doesn't do it around you or the other so you don't want to bring it up in case he stops. Robin and Brook come into the kitchen more than you ever realized both having quite a few tea breaks through the day to get away from some of the noise on the ship, sometimes their joined by Chopper if he was interrupted from his afternoon nap by your captain. As for Franky and Jinbe it seems they don't enter the kitchen at all unless it's for meal times.

Zoro usually likes to nap in the medical room while you listen to all that goes on the kitchen, the swordsman can sleep through anything and yet if you get out of bed he's awake in seconds, pulling you back to him and asking where your going. With you fast asleep and the swordsman unable to fall back asleep he decides to get up and get a drink, getting out of bed and pulling the covers over you the green haired man makes his way into the kitchen through the joining door leaving it cracked open, so he can hear if you get up or not. He hates how your so stubborn at times, but he's also glad your not afraid to stand up for yourself against anyone, even him. Sanji stood in the kitchen cutting up herbs with a cigarette dangling from his lips, he's been hiding it well from you but the cooks still upset over you and your home, he knows it's not his fault any of it happened, but he still feels guilty. He also couldn't help but have so many questions run through his head, what was his family after? Why where they after it? How many people died? Did you lose anyone in the fight? where you hurt? He wanted to ask so badly, but he also didn't want to upset you or bring back bad memories. So lost in thought the blonde didn't notice Zoro's presence who makes his way behind the cook to get out a glass and something to drink, the swordsman sighs knowing something has been off for a while but doesn't like poking the cook to talk since it tends to make him shut down but with that gloomy and sad eye'd look Zoro knows he has to say something.

Leaning against the counter next to the blonde, the swordsman clears his throat trying to get his attention but it doesn't work, the cook just keeps cutting up the same herb turning it into more of a powdered mess than small chunks. Reaching his hand over Zoro grabs Sanji's hand that's holding the knife stopping him from cutting it up anymore, the sudden touch breaks the cook out of his thoughts making him gasp and almost drop the cigarette in his mouth. "I think its dead" Zoro cracks a smile trying to make his lover relax a bit, with a sigh Sanji looks down at the now powdered herbs realizing how lost in thought he must have been for this to happen. "So you gonna tell me what's going on? You've been like this for a few days now" Zoro stands up straight letting go of Sanji's hand and taking a sip of his drink, the cook lets out another sigh and places the knife down before wiping his hands on the apron around his waist, he knew there was no point in hiding it from Zoro, but he didn't want to worry you so he gave a quick glance to the cracked open door leading to the medical room wondering if you were awake to hear him spill the beans. "She's asleep" Zoro sighs pulling the cooks face to him wanting to know what's going on, the blonde takes Zoro's hand thats on his face and holds it for a second before leaning against the counter putting out his cigarette "I-I just have a lot of questions about Cozia and what happened... but i don't want to bother her or upset her over this" Sanji refuses to meet the swordsman's eyes instead looking down at his shoes.

Zoro rolls his eyes and shakes his head, but he understood the cook's resistance to asking you anything, you still not 100% and the wound on your chest still needs stitches in, so neither one of them were happy with causing you any kind of distress. "She never talks about her parents.. what if they died during the attack?" Sanji asks after a long silence between the two, the swordsman didn't know what to say so pulled the cook in for a hug which he gladly accepted holding the green haired man tight while pushing his head into the swordsman's neck "I just don't understand how she can be so forgiving or act like it doesn't bother her." Sanji sniffles a little while Zoro stroke the cooks hair and back trying to sooth the man. Waking up from your slumber you rub your eyes and sit up noticing Zoro missing, as much as you were happy to be able to get out of bed without being told off you did wonder where he went off too. Your first thought was that he went off to train but then you heard his voice in the kitchen along with Sanji's. Sitting on the edge of the bed you go to get up when you hear Sanji's sad voice, freezing in place you listen in to their conversation, its something you don't normally do but Sanji sounded so sad and then there was sniffling as if he was going to cry or is crying. It breaks your heart to hear him like this and you understand he has questions, your fine with telling him what happened since it wasn't as bad as the papers or rumors made it out to be.

With a sigh you stand heading over to the cracked open door which you open slowly seeing Zoro holding the sniffling cook in the kitchen trying to sooth him. Forgiveness is tough and something you do struggle with from time to time but you don't have to forgive Sanji for anything, the only person you blame is his farther which Sanji is nothing like. Wrapping your arms around yourself while leaning against the door frame you speak making the two jump at your voice. "It's not about forgiving it's about acceptance" Sanji looks up from Zoro's chest turning with teary eye to see you standing in the door way, the swordsman give you a small smile, he may not like the fact your up without someone to help but your the perfect person for this situation. The swordsman isn't too good with words all he can do is comfort the cook with hugs and kisses but your way better with words something that the blonde needs right now. Sanji pushes away from Zoro and heads over to you with a worried look "My Love, you shouldn't be up, let me take you back to bed" The cook takes your arm lightly but you step closer wrapping your arms around him while running your hand through his hair "You shouldn't hide stuff from me. I hate seeing you cry" You whisper feeling him relax into you placing his hand on your back but soon pulls away from your hug wiping away the tears on his face "I'm fine love, its nothing to worry about. Please just go back to bed" The blonde begs not wanting to push you back into the room by force.

You don't budge instead you take his face in your hands letting your thumbs run over his cheeks wiping away the light tears that are still falling no matter how hard he tries to stop them "It isn't nothing if your upset" you state getting a little angry that he's trying to push you away when you care so much for him, Zoro sighs and walks over placing his hand on Sanji's shoulder getting the cook to relax a bit knowing that you must have heard their conversation "I'm sorry for listening in but i can't stand hearing you so sad... I'm ok with telling you what really happened and answer any questions you have, you won't upset me, i promise" Sanji sighs looking into your eyes trying to see if your really ok with this or not, it takes a little while but soon the cook nods wrapping his arms around you for a hug "Ok, but get back into bed please" The blonde begs as you smile and hug him back before groaning in annoyance "I've been in bed for so long... can't i stay in the kitchen with you?" You ask pouting a little making Zoro let out a laugh and shake his head at your attempt to bribe the two of them with a cute face "No, bed now, Missy" The swordsman places a hand on your head ruffling your hair a little but you groan, your pout getting worse by the seconded, Sanji pulls away his eyes widening at your sad face and slight puppy dog eyes "Sanji... hay cook.. Don't give in" Zoro glares at the blonde whose face turns red as his legs shake unable to control his need to please you when you look like that.

It's not something you normally do but you can't stand being in the medical room any longer so you keep the act up "Can't we cuddle on the sofa? that way i'm still laying down in a way" You ask your eyes meeting Sanji's who breaks immediately hugging you close with a nod "yes my love, i'm so sorry. what ever you want" A large smile appears on your face as you turn your attention to Zoro who's glaring at you with his arms crossed over his chest "We can cuddle too hunk" You wink making the man roll his eyes at you but there was a small hint of a smile on his lips "Your evil, woman" The swordsman states but you laugh it off. Sanji leads you over to the sofa keeping his hand around your waist to make sure your ok before helping you sit on the sofa, you can walk and move perfectly fine but it doesn't seem to matter how many times you tell them that. Sanji rests his back against the arm of the sofa pulling your back into his chest while Zoro sits across from the two of you rubbing one of your legs that's laying on his lap. You let out a sigh of relief leaning back into Sanji as he places his chin on your head "This better love?" The cook asks wrapping his arms around your waist, taking his hand you nod and hum in content happy that your finally out of that room. "So do you want me to tell you what happened or do you want to ask questions first?" You ask not wanting to make the cook uncomfortable.

Sanji thinks for a second while running his thumb over your knuckles "I think its best if you tell me... there's so many rumors i don't know what to believe" the cook sounded sad so you squeeze his hand while leaning into him "It's not as bad as the rumors say and... I'm gonna tell you stuff that no one but our people know" Zoro raises an eyebrow at you wondering what you mean by that while Sanji looks moves his head to the side giving you a questioning look "My people are there to keep it safe from the world but I trust you two... I really trust you" you state looking from Zoro then to Sanji with a smile, you know the two wouldn't use this information for bad plus, maybe one day you can show them your home and introduce them to the giant snake that blessed you and who you consider family. A smile appears on Zoro's face as he rubs your leg while the cook looks into your eyes trying to find any room for doubt, but there is none, your eyes hold noting but love and trust for him and the swordsman. Leaning down the cook places his lips on yours silently thanking you for being you, leaning into the kiss you part your lips hoping he will take up the offer. Running his hand up your side the cook slides his tongue into your mouth letting out a hum of satisfaction while your tongue moves to meet his. The make out was slow but full of love both of you taking your time to show the other how much you love them before having to pull away for air "Mi amour" The cook whisperer against your lips as a smile forms on his face "My darling" you whisper back before shifting your eyes over to Zoro who smirks at the two of you.

Holding your hand out to the swordsman you beckon him over wanting to show some love to him too, the swordsman moves in between your legs while placing his hands on either side of you as to not put pressure on your torso. "Come here Hunk" You whisper against his lips while running your hands up his arms and to his shoulders, Zoro hum in response placing his lips on yours, its softer than normal but as your hands travel up to his neck and into his hair the swordsman bits your lower lip getting you to open your mouth, so he can deepen the kiss. With a hum your tongues meet, Zoro groans into you as his hand moves to your thigh rubbing it up and down while his other hand keeps him above you. Pulling away for air you pant a little trying to get your breath back as the swordsman lets out a small chuckle "My baby" he whispers against your lips before looking up at Sanji who has a light blush on his face "My prince" Zoro smiles as the cook rolls his eyes at the nickname but places a hand on the swordsman's cheek "My Marimo" Sanji whispers back before crashing his lips onto the the green haired man's who pushes back a bit harder shoving his tongue into the cooks mouth. You giggle at the two as they teasing each other, Sanji groans into the kiss when Zoro tries to pin his tongue down but fights back a little moving his hand into the mans green hair and gripping it tight before pulling away trying to catch his breath "Moss head" The cook pants as Zoro chuckles "Stupid cook" The swordsman reply's placing a light kiss on back on the cooks lips.

[maspers]

Whether or not you can or should fight people based on the Element that best represents them:

Hydrogen: You can if you'd like and they'll totally fight you back if prompted but like why

Helium: They're so detached from everything you couldn't fight them if you wanted to. 

Lithium: Oh believe me they want to fight you but if you do you'll just feel bad for hurting them

Beryllium: They are dramatic and vaguely poisonous so you'd think fighting them would be a bad idea but trust us you really need to

Boron: You totally can and it's usually pretty easy but don't let your guard down because they're really good at last-second victories

Carbon: DON'T. Their defense is impeccable and their attacks are razor-sharp. You will be hurt. 

Nitrogen: Everyone wants to but nobody can figure out how

Oxygen: In most cases, you can and should. But in some cases you will sorely regret it and you can never tell which cases those are.

Fluorine: FETCH NO NOT EVER

Neon: You might need to, but they'll just laugh it off once it's over. 

Sodium: Please fight them before they get worse. You'll have a ton of fun too. As a side note, if you're fighting *alongside* them all you need to do is give them time to prep and they're the best ally you can ask for. 

Magnesium: You might not want to but you really should. Don't worry it'll be over quick. 

Aluminium: Nah. 

Silicon: Strike fast, strike hard, don't let them access the internet or call a Carbon for backup. 

Phosphorus: Do you like to gamble? It's basically a 1 in 3 chance of A) You could but it won't do much B) You can and should as soon as possible and C) DO NOT THEY WILL EAT YOU

Sulfur: You'll regret fighting them, but it needs to be done

Chlorine: Best not to unless you are truly prepared to combat their aura of doom. 

Argon: Good luck finding them in the first place, and even if you do find them it'll just be like Neon

Potassium: You should but it won't be as fun as fighting Sodium

Calcium: Why would you want to? They're busy contributing to society best not to bother them. 

Scandium: Ugh I suppose if you HAVE to

Titanium: Please do. You won't accomplish anything but at least you'll know you tried

Vanadium: It'll be difficult because they never shut up but once they run out of breath their fate is sealed

Chromium: You should fight them but watch out they have a good reputation so if you aren't careful everyone will hate you. 

Manganese: Please don't. Chances are they already feel like they've lost, so just pat them on the back and tell them it's gonna be okay. 

Iron: You shouldn't. You'll want to. You'll really want to. But they're too important and if you win everything will be ruined. 

Cobalt: Don't bother. They'll flee at the first sign of conflict and your victory will feel hollow. 

Nickel: YES FIGHT THEM AND TAKE THEIR MONEY

Copper: You should fight them, but don't destroy them too hard because defeat means friendship in their eyes and they're actually really really helpful in just about every context

Zinc: Why on earth would you they are precious babies who never do anything wrong and just want to help don't hurt them! 

Gallium: You probably shouldn't, seeing as they're always on the verge of a nervous breakdown. 

Germanium: You won't want to fight them because they seem like Silicons or Carbons but it's all an act you should totally fight them to make you look better. 

Arsenic: Don't fight them. Even if you think you've won they'll already have put things in motion to ruin your life

Selenium: You totally should if only to experience the bizarre disorienting feeling of not knowing who won

Bromine: You can, and you'll think it was a really bloody defeat but actually they'll be totally fine and you'll get a headache an hour or so later once you realize what happened

Krypton: Bold of you to assume you can even hurt a superhimbo

Rubidium: You'll hear about them and think they're worth fighting, but then you meet them and discover they aren't. Fight them anyway as punishment for wasting your time. 

Strontium: You can and should, they seem normal but are secretly a menace. 

Yttrium: Don't, they're way too weird and all their weird friends will join in. 

Zirconium: Fire a shot and then run for the hills, #totallyworththepain

Niobium: Don't, they've lost too much already

Molybdenum: Really don't. They'll punch your face in then go back to whatever project they were working on

Technetium: It's a bot. It's a freaking bot. Why are you trying to fight a bot? 

Ruthenium: I'm not sure they even know how to fight

Rhodium: They're like Chromium but genuinely harmless, so while you can fight them there won't be much point to it

Palladium: Why on earth would you fight them, they're hot AND reasonably sane! 

Silver: Yes, please. They start by throwing your arguments back in your face, and then turn nasty before trying to finish you off with memes. But since they're really predictable once you've fought one you've fought them all. 

Cadmium: Not worth the sick feeling you'll get afterwards. 

Indium: PLEASE fight them. They're really easy to deal with, but if you leave them alone too long they start screaming so you need to fight them regularly

Tin: You can totally fight them, they'll sit there and take it with minimal complaining, but don't push them over the edge unless you want to deal with someone even more ruthless than Carbon

Antimony: Don't, you're just giving them more blackmail material on you. 

Tellurium: They sit on a throne of lies, so really really don't fight them unless you're trying to protect Gold. 

Iodine: DON'T FIGHT THEM WE NEED THEM TO MEDIATE OTHER FIGHTS

Xenon: You'd think fighting them wouldn't be worth the effort because they lurk most of the time but if you start a meme war you'll summon them and it'll be like fighting an epic secret boss in a video game

Cesium: You should NOT. They will overwhelm you quickly and then continue to harass you at regular intervals

Barium: They're really boring but you can still fight them to kill time

Lanthanum: Go ahead

Cerium: You can fight them but it'll really take a while for them to really get going. 

Praseodymium: Heck yeah. There's always two of them but neither should be a problem because neither knows what they're talking about. 

Neodymium: Heck no. There's always two of them and they both fight dirty. 

Promethium: You should, they make for good practice

Samarium: Only fight them if you want a lot of attention. 

Europium: Ugh, no. They won't fight back, just repeat everything you say really loudly and in a sarcastic tone of voice. 

Gadolinium: You can try, but they're usually busy listening to music. 

Terbium: They're one of Yttrium's weird friends. The geeky one. 

Dysprosium: Frankly you should just reward them for being willing to fight for whatever bizarre argument they're making. Sure you could defeat them easy, but letting them live is so much funnier. 

Holmium: Go right ahead. They are loud and precise and need to be stopped

Erbium: One of Yttrium's weird friends. The mystical one with the Crystals.

Thulium: Sure. You probably already have. 

Ytterbium: One of Yttrium's weird friends. This one actually can fight so keep them distracted while you deal with the other weirdos

Lutetium: Pfffft don't bother nobody takes them seriously anyway. 

Hafnium: Do it and do it soon, because otherwise they shall surprise attack you

Tantalum: YES. THEY DESERVE EVERY PUNISHMENT EVER. 

Tungsten: They are very very good at fighting, but have flaws you can exploit. Which is good, because it will be necessary. 

Rhenium: You'll never get the chance. They'll fly in, pepper you with obnoxious memes, then go back to lurking. 

Osmium: They are older and wiser and know more than you and any attempts at fighting them will just lead to them giving you advice and helping you learn. But you should still fight them because… 

Iridium: ...when you attempt to fight an Osmium an Iridium will show up to defend them, and you NEED to fight those stuck-up prats. 

Platinum: Everything bad that people say about Gold is a lie, because they're true about Platinum instead. You must fight them. It will hurt a lot but they really need to be stopped. 

Gold: You will never fight them because you will be too busy protecting them. They are too pure for this world and deserve love and support, regardless of what people may say about them. 

Mercury: They are a writhing mass of insults and memes. Approach them with cold logic and only cold logic, otherwise you will die. 

Thallium: You won't realize that you really need to fight them until it's too late. 

Lead: They've been fought and defeated in the past so just let them go about their business fixing their mistakes. 

Bismuth: No don't, why would you even want to. They're like the most helpful people, and even if you did fight them they'd just outlast you with a patient smile. 

Polonium: I guarantee you've beaten a bunch of them before without realizing. If they argue back then you'll definitely die but they never do

Astatine: NO. NO. FETCH NO. NO NO NO. DON'T EVEN ACT LIKE YOU'RE GOING TO. THEY WILL DESTROY YOU AND EVERYTHING YOU LOVE, AND EVERYTHING ELSE. JUST DON'T. 

Radon: It'll be hard because they seem untouchable but they are a cancer on society and must be dealt with posthaste. 

Francium: I mean you could but they'll totally destroy themselves if you give them a couple minutes so just wait it out. 

Radium: Idk I guess if you can if you want to but they're usually too busy reminiscing to notice

Actinium: Nah. They're just attention seekers. 

Thorium: Oh please like you could

Protactinium: You'll think they're an Actinium so you won't fight them, but if you did fight them it'd be very cathartic. 

Uranium: Do it, but hold back. They're loud and annoying but they're really just a kid who doesn't know better. 

Neptunium: No need, they're already playing damage control and dealing with everyone else. 

Plutonium: BEAT THEIR RACIST BUTT ASAP

Americium: You'll want to because of how loud they are, but don't mistake volume for anger. They're actually pretty chill and only get genuinely mad if there's already a flame war going on. 

Curium: Leave them to their science, they're busy. 

Berkelium: They're like cardboard. You could fight them but it won't mean anything. 

Californium: Please do, and bring me pictures. 

Einsteinium: You shouldn't. Because if you do it will be because they want you to and are recording your actions for future analysis. 

Fermium: You'll never need to because they only seek out and interact with people who like and agree with them

Mendelevium: They are social experts who know everything about everyone and would be very dangerous if they weren't completely stupid. OHKO them and then let them go back to their ineffective scheming

Nobelium: If you somehow manage to beat them everyone will love you for it, but that's never happened. 

Lawrencium: No need, they're busy spinning. Wheeee! 

Rutherfordium: You can and should, but be aware fighting them will reveal uncomfortable truths about yourself

Dubnium: In Soviet Russia, Dubnium fights you. You'll be fine. Probably. 

Seaborgium: DO IT. PLEASE. TAKE THEM DOWN A PEG. 

Bohrium: Hit them once to prove a point then let them go back to reading, because if you  interrupt them for more than a minute they will destroy you out of spite with their intellect. 

Hassium: If you want to, sure. 

Meitnerium: Don't. They've worked hard to get where they are today and don't have time for anyone's bullcrap, including yours. 

Darmstadtium: See Hassium, though make sure you don't lose because that would be REALLY embarrassing. 

Roentgenium: NO. They will target all your weaknesses and atomize you. 

Copernicium: Lolololol sure it'll be easy since they're in dreamworld half the time

Nihonium: You can, but only if you're willing to fight fair. They are always up for an honorable duel but the moment you try to fight dirty they will call you out and cut you down. 

Flerovium: Go right ahead if you like, no one will care either way

Moscovium: See Dubnium except they're more ruthless and cold so just fire a parting shot and back off

Livermorium: I actually don't really know what fighting them is like, but it's probably lame

Tennessine: DON'T. They will compose a song about you. A mean song. You will cry.

Oganesson: You totally can, but honestly that might be a bit cruel.

[bbyquokka]

🥺 hey twinnie.. you know how it be with me rn.. just thoughts of getting fat hug from all the skz members, like how they all hugged chris during that lovers episode they did.

And I want a hug from you I hate distance rn 😭

group hug

ANGST/COMFORT BELOW CUT - MINORS, AGELESS AND DEFAULT BLOGS; DNI

warnings: fem reader, she/her pronouns used, ot8!, felix and reader are in an established relationship, mention of reader feeling grief. words: 0.7k ~ (707)

dont repost. dont translate. feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

you nuzzle under the duvet, broken hiccups in the form of sobs leaving your lips. curled in a fetal position as you hold the thing you treasure the most, close to your chest.

“why..” you whisper to yourself, heart shattering as you recall the events that's happened the last two days “just a bit longer. i thought we had more time with one another.”

tears roll down your cheeks, trickling down the bridge of your nose before landing on the mattress with a soft plop. your eyes are red, sore and puffy, lips chapped, throat sore. you have a headache and feel so tired, mentally and physically.

your body is heavy with grief, a piece of you feels like it's missing.

felix bites his lip as he stares at your closed door. you didn't mean to, but you snapped at him. he knows you're upset right now and that you didn't mean it, but it pains him to see you hurt and broken like this and not be able to do anything about it.

so he called the few people he falls onto when he is unsure of what to do - his members.

“she'll be ok.” minho softly says, noticing how the younger man is currently burning holes in your door.

“i know.” he sighs, playing with fingers. “i just wish i could do something, y'know.”

“she knows you're here for her, felix. we all are.” hyunjin gives felix a soft and reasuring smile.

“i just wish there was a way to show her that im here; that we're all here.” felix mumbles.

“sometimes it's best to leave people be during these times. maybe she doesn't want company right now and having company might make her worse?” jisung suggests, trying his best to reassure felix's mind.

“nah.. that's not like her.. she loves hugs and cuddles. loves skin on skin. we all know that with the way she clings to me!” everyone hums, nodding slowly.

“thats it!” chan says, slapping his thighs and pushing himself up off the sofa. felix watches chan approach your door, softly knocking with his knuckle.

“yn? it's chan.” he says softly. he pauses, listening to you sniffle and shift around.

“go away.” you choke out.

“you know i won't leave you, yn. felix is worried about you, as we all are!”

“chan. please, just leave me alone.” chan sighs softly, his stubborn side getting the better of him.

“im coming in.” he waits for your reply. silence. he opens the door and walks inside, the members watching and waiting; anticipating for you to scream at him to tell him to f off.

but you don't.

chan walks into the living area, your limp and tired body over his shoulder. you don't have the energy or willpower to fight him, he just scooped you up and put you over your shoulder.

“you can't isolate yourself, yn. not at a time like this.” chan softly states, placing you down on the sofa beside felix. you look down at your lap, tears threatening to spill down your cheeks for the nth time.

“watch me.” you mumble stubbornly.

“oh we will, doesn't mean we will let it happen.” seungmin hums.

“why though.”

“because we care for you and love you, yn. you don't have to do this alone. don't push away the people that are willing to help you. surround yourself with people that have positive energy, people that love you so much. it'll help lessen the burden.” felix says, gently taking your hand is his.

you look up at him, your vision blurred as tears spill. you grip onto felixs hand.

“i love you yn. you're not alone in this so don't push me or us away.” he gently strokes away your tears as you sob.

“i-im sorry. i'm so sorry, i didn't mean to.. it just, it hurts. it hurts so bad.” you babble, snot and tears free falling down your face.

“we know yn, but we're here. don't push us away. allow yourself to lean on us for support.” chan sits next to you, pulling your sobbing body into his chest. he hugs you tightly, the members all piling on top to surround you in hugs.

it's warm and soothing. its home.

note: i wish i could give you a bigggggg squeeze rn, thats all i've been wanting to do since. ilysvm & im always here for you ‹3

tags (open): not tagging because it doesn't feel right due to the nature of the fic/situation.

[stinkysam]

Porco Galliard - Tongue

Warning : none

Genre : fluff

Synopsis : “what about porco getting a piercing instead of reader?” - anon

Reader : male (you/yours)

A/N : Part ONE

Porco listened as the piercer told him what he was going to do. His heart was pounding in his chest, but he didn't let it show. He looked at you from time to time, as if to reassure himself everything was going well.

He didn't even know why he was stressed. He went through worse at war, so a piercing shouldn't be that bad. He repeated to himself his titan abilities would make it heal quickly, and he won't even have to worry about infections or cleaning it, all he had to do was to keep it so the hole wouldn't close back. Yet he couldn't help it but get anxious about it even though you had told him about how it felt when you got your piercings done so he'd know what to expect.

He glanced at you as you stood quietly in the same room as them, you smiled at him before he turned his focus back on the piercer in front of him.

“You're going to disinfect your mouth. Take this mouthwash. For 10 seconds.” The man said, giving the glass to Porco who took it. He stared at you while cleaning his mouth before spitting it in the sink.

“I'm gonna take a 14 gauge barbell-”

“You can take a smaller size.” You said. “His tongue won't get swollen.” You continued with a smile as Porco nodded. The man eyed him.

“Right. The jaw titan…” He said, taking a smaller size as you told him, and disinfected it as well.

“Stick your tongue out, please.” The man said and Porco did as asked. He placed a paper towel on it to dry it a bit before looking at his tongue, making some measurements, to finally put a mark on it.

“Keep your tongue out.” He said, taking off his gloves to put on another pair and grabbing his clamps, carefully placing it on Porco's tongue and squeezing it quite a bit. It wasn't painful, but definitely uncomfortable.

Porco looked at you when he saw the needle approach, but the piercer didn't give him much time to stress more as he pushed the needle in his tongue. You saw Porco's eyes twitch in pain before the man put on the piercing, removing the needle.

And voila.

“You can close your mouth.” He said, taking another paper towel to wipe Porco's chin, telling him the procedure to take care of it.

“I won't need it.” Porco says, cutting him off, grimacing. He can feel it in his mouth. “It'll heal in a matter of minutes.”

“Oh, right. Right.” The man said, throwing away what was needed and cleaning the rest. Then you went to his desk and paid him before walking out, waving the piercer goodbye.

“Let me see your tongue.” You said, stopping in front of him. It has already healed, some steam leaving his mouth.

“Cute.” You grinned, caressing his jaw and chin. Porco closed his mouth, blushing a bit.

“Does it still hurt ?” You asked, grabbing his hand.

“Nah.”

“Lucky.” You grimaced. You remember the headache you felt for your bridge.

“I can feel it in my mouth. It's weird.” He said, playing with it a bit.

You hummed, pushing his hand in your hoodie’s front pocket, holding it with both your hands.

“Since your tongue won't swell, you might not have a lisp.”

“I better not.” He said, getting annoyed at the idea of getting a lisp. He would sound dumb, and that's not in his plans. “Or I take it off.”

“You did good, though.” You said with a snort and kissed his cheek. He said nothing for a moment, taking your compliment in before looking away, hiding his slightly red cheeks.

“Obviously. I've had worse.” He managed to let out.

“I know. But still.” You squeezed his hand and he did it right back, his pulse quickening at your affection as you placed your head on his shoulder, still walking.

“Will you show the others ?”

“No.” He said, before thinking for a moment. “Maybe Pieck. But I don't want people to know. I don't want my superiors to make me take it off.”

You hummed, nodding, kissing his shoulder, your thumb stroking his hand, and his grip on yours tightened.

“Normally, after a tongue piercing you can't do oral for a while.” You smirked, looking at him while wiggling your eyebrows. “Thanks to the jaw you can still suck my di-.”

“I can also bite it off.” He glanced at you, smiling innocently.

“I'd rather not, thank you.” You replied with a laugh, moving your head away from his shoulder but Porco pulled it back where it was, making you smile.

“Were you stressed ?”

“No. I told you, I went through worse.”

“Liar. I've seen you glance at me each time he said something. Or when he pulled the big needle.” You nudged him with your shoulder and Porco said nothing, looking away, slightly embarrassed. You chuckled, squeezing his hand.

“You're putting something in your body, of course you're gonna stress about it. I stressed for all of mine even though I knew how it felt.”

You felt Porco hesitate, wanting to say something but deciding against it.

“What is it ?” You asked.

“I'm the jaw, I shouldn't stress about it.” He admitted begrudgingly, looking away.

“You're still human, Porco. I would worry for your health if you didn't stress about anything, ever.”

“Not stressing doesn't mean being careless.”

“You know you have a tendency to be overconfident, right ?” You say, looking at him and he frowned. “That can be dangerous for you.”

“I just know my abilities, I worked hard for them.” He huffed, taking his hand away from you to cross his arms.

“A little stress does no harm, Porco. I'm serious.” You locked your arm with his so he wouldn't pull away too much. “It's natural to second guess yourself at times. Even for something as small as a piercing is for you. Yes, you've had worse pain, it won't get infected or cause more health issues, if you don't want it you can just take it off and the hole is gone in a second-”

“That's why I shouldn't need to stress about it.” He said.

“But you're human and you don't want to regret doing it and you know your parents aren't big fans. So it plays into it.”

“How do you know my parents aren't into it ?” He raises an eyebrow, finally looking at you.

“Oh please. Not a lot of parents like their child getting pierced. Do you think mine were happy with my septum ? Or snake bites ? Or bridge ?”

“You even have tattoos, they should get used to it.” He scoffed.

“Do you think your parents are used to you getting hurt even though you have the jaw ? Knowing people are shooting at you with the biggest of weapons ? Their only remaining child ? They never get used to it. Even for something as small as a piercing.”

He said nothing for a moment, not wanting to admit you were right.

“It's not really the same but… I see what you mean.”

“Even for you stressing a bit ?” You nudged him, smiling.

“Don't push your luck. I still think I shouldn't have stressed.”

You huffed, rolling your eyes, pulling him closer as you continued walking. Your place was in sight.

“Well, I still think it's normal.”

“I don't.”

“Oh please, I'm sure all the warriors would've stressed as well.”

“Don't dream. Maybe Reiner because he's a crybaby but not the others.” He said with a smile.

“Even Pieck would've stressed a bit.” You begin. “Sieg would make the piercer stressed with all his questions.” Porco nodded and you continued. “Reiner, yeah, definitely stressed about it. Colt too.”

“Yeah, totally.” He snorted, imagining Colt and Reiner's stressed faces.

“So you didn't do too bad compared to them.”

“No, I guess not…” He admitted after a moment, feeling embarrassed.

“Come on, you did good ! You could've backed away at the sight of the needle but you didn't ! Or you could've pushed him when you felt it against your tongue, but again, you didn't !” You grabbed him, shaking him.

“Stop that.” He said, a smile tugging at his lips.

“No ! Admit it, say it ! You did good !”

“I don't need to.” He said, trying to stop his cheeks for reddening. But you insisted.

“I need to hear you say it.” You continued, placing both hands on his shoulders. Forehead against forehead.

“Alright, alright. I… did good.” He finally said quietly, looking away. He could feel his cheeks get warmer in embarrassment, even his ears turned red.

“Yeah !” You yelled, grabbing his hands and throwing them in the air. He sighed, rolling his eyes as you intertwined your fingers together.

“No need to make noise about it…”

“I don't care. You did good.” You grinned, happy.

He hummed before walking once again, holding your hand.

[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

Hii hope you're doing well I was wondering if you could possibly do a one-shot of Lucien taking care of angel while they're sick I'm really fucking sick right now

•♡•♡•♡Bed ridden♡•♡•♡•

Angel coughed sickly as they tried to breath, Lucien was patting their back giving them water. This all happened because Angel danced with Lucien under the rain romantically, like one of those romcoms Lucien ended up loving. The big demon loved it don't get him wrong but it's starting to feel not worth it because his partner is stuck in bed.

"Fuck...my throat-" Croaking out Angel tried sipping more water. Lucien gave them a smug look.

"Sorry Angel baby but can't do th-Hey!" A weak slap interrupted him making a sequel joke. But there was giggling from his lover that made it feel worth it.

"You...know I didn't...mean that stupid." Lightly scolding Angel laid back down after finishing their cough attack. Looking at the tv of their favorite show playing they looked at the horned man with a smile.

"Thank you for taking care of me, Luci. Your so amazing." The demon rolled his eyes at the nickname but reciprocated the smile. Lucien then remembered the chicken noodle soup on the stove. Rushing out the door he hurried not to set the apartment on fire.

"Hold on Angel I'm getting your food!" Checking on the soup and seeing its finally boiled he turned off the stove. Going through the cabinets he got their bowl out, it was cute with little angle and cherubs designed on it. When out on a date Lucien bought it for his partner after they looked at it in awe.

"Can you also get me ginger ale? It should be in the-" Coughing interrupted the sickly person as they tried to tell lucien where the drink was. Lucien frowned at the noise he didn't like how bad it sounded. Finishing putting the soup in the bowl he checked the fridge and saw it.

"Dint worry Angle love found it! I'll be right there just get comfy on the bed! Sir Gangar should help!" The said plushie was in his partner's arms as he spoke. He did help the sickly person being a nice things to squeeze when their coughing hurt their throat.

"UGH, I think I should take more of the cough medicine...I hate fucking grape flavor tastes like some type of witch's brew..." reaching over to the nightstand Angel took a shot of the medicine. Gulping down water after they heard Lucien come down the hall to their room.

"Here Angel. Amazing chicken soup made by your loving demon boyfriend!" Giving a sharp smile Lucien placed it down on the night stand along with the ginger ale. Leaning down he waited for his kiss of thank you, when he didn't receive it he opened his eyes and squinted.

"Umm....I think this is where I get a kiss?" Pouting slightly he looked at Angel. Who shook their head then sneezed hard into their arm.

"Eeww, nooo I'm sick Luci. I don't know if it'll effect you but I'm gross right now. Hand me a tissue please?" Snot fell from their nose and they made a sound of disgust at it. The demon scoffed at the deny of a kiss and gave the tissues begrudgingly.

"Angel love. I'm a demon this...flu won't over come me! Plus nothing from the mortal release really hurt me." Leaning down after Angel finished wiping their nose got a kiss. Smiling he went to the other side of them and sat where his spot is on the bed. Getting comfy Lucien wrapped a arm around Angel as they ate their chicken noodle soup.

"Hhmm forgot how good this is." Humming happily Angel placed the bowl down and chugged the drink a bit. After putting something in their stomach the sick partner looked at the demon with a smile. Being taken care of by him was nice, Lucien was definitely confused but was helpful after instructed of what to do.

"Wanna nap? I read that's good!" Google was also a bug help since Lucien was asking so many questions. Which caused Angel to get a headache, so the red demon went and asked Google for instructions on what to do. He's happy that it worked out so far and his partner was looking a but better.

"Sure lay down I wanna cuddle you." Getting comfy the couple laid in each other's arms. Raspy breathing was heard from Angel as Lucien moved his head by theirs being mindful of his horns. The heat from their boyfriend helped with Angel's chills they got.

And with a good night from both of them, Angel fell asleep. Since demons don't really need sleep Lucien stayed up in case Angel needed anything.

[darlingkirstein]

jeanpiku — whump headcannon!

Jean refuses to admit he's as sick as he is; Pieck has to deal with the consequences when he faints. comfort / light whump / request for @zuzusexytiems

Jean's got a fever; he's just too damn stubborn to accept the severity.

There's a glass of water beside his bed, but he insists to Pieck (multiple times) that fluids aren't necessary. Even water lacks any appetizing appeal — Jean decides he's just going to laze around and let his immune system endure the worst of it.

"You really should drink, Jean." Fingers in his sweaty hair, Pieck cuddles close — not seeming to fear the whole horrifically contagious thing. "C'mon. For me?"

As much as pleasing Pieck pleases him, Jean shakes his head — eyes still fixated on the television playing the latest episode of Jeopardy.

“Don't need it, baby. I'm fine, okay? Just fine, don't you worry."

She sighs. He's been hearing that sigh all day. "I can't force you. Just don't complain when you're miserable later, goofy."

Jean won't allow Pieck to realize that he is rather miserable. No position grants him any comfort, Pieck's cuddling only bringing minimal benefits — as if the raging headache isn't enough; usually, one tiny touch from Pieck is plenty to bring him a smile. Still, being fussed over is not on his agenda for today — it's just a little cold, he convinces himself, nothing I can't handle.

She holds him against her chest. Jean clings to her, cheek pressed against her clothes. Being underneath their sweltering mattress feels a little suffocating, but Pieck's cold-blooded, and Jean understands that she needs it to be comfortable — despite his discomfort.

Keeping his eyes open is a struggle; whichever disease ravages his insides, it's making his limbs heavy, and his chest as well. He tries to concentrate on anything else, anything — Pieck's gentle fingers, the aroma of her body's natural fragrance, the Jeopardy contestant making an unfortunate blunder that costs him the lead. As embarrassing as that mistake is, Jean wonders if it's any bit as embarrassing as sweating all over his girlfriend's t-shirt.

As Pieck kisses his temple ceaselessly, Jean's hands feel her skin, her soft, beautiful, welcoming skin that's a perfectly normal temperature. All sorts of weird tingling sensations run through his head, his extremities, his everything. Still, Jean pushes past convincingly.

Or, he thinks he's convincing.

"Jean," Pieck whispers, lips lingering against his forehead. It's obvious she's trying hard to stifle laughter. "You're shivering like crazy. You need to sleep, sweetheart. It'll help you feel better. Please?"

He just clings closer — enjoying the benefits of Pieck's warmth and enduring the drawbacks of too much warmth, the most unpleasant experience Jean can say he's found himself in.

"No, no. Told you, babe. I'm totally fine."

Pieck scoffs, scratching his scalp. "Fine. Uhuh. You're helpless."

For a little while, Jean thinks he's right — as one contestant is crowned Jeopardy champion, he smiles, gloating at the fact that he knew the answer while one poor soul missed out. Finally, there's a distraction big enough to make him forget about his illness.

Until he can forget no longer. The dizziness consumes him.

"Baby?" His speech slurs. "Don't feel good."

Lightheaded as all hell, Jean's eyes fall shut — Pieck's been so adamant about him sleeping, but as he loses consciousness, Jean doubts that this was part of his girlfriend's intentions.

He wakes up to Pieck hovering over him, shaking his shoulders. Barely a few blinks pass before he's on the recieving end of a lecture.

"Jesus, Jean. You scared the hell out of me."

Dazed, he reaches out for her — unable to decide if passing out improved or worsened his condition. All he knows is that there’s a pretty girl that’s worried about him, so worried that she’s glowering down at him with some potency.

“What happened?” He murmurs, throat dry.

“You fainted, babe. I thought you were asleep, but I know you’re not that heavy of a sleeper.”

Jean blushes; she’s right. Suddenly, he can’t stop the scarlet from spreading across his sweat-drenched cheeks, a colorful display of his supreme humiliation — trying to act like a real tough guy backfired far too easily for his liking.

“Fainted?” Jean asks, coy nature glazed over his half-lidded eyes. “I actually fainted? Really?”

“Yes, you gorgeous idiot. I tried warning you.”

He’s so embarrassed he wants to crawl into his own skin and hide forever, hide away from Pieck’s (admittedly very attractive) cocked-eyebrow, eyes-glaring expression, hide from the shame. The hardest part is his inability to discern whether his girlfriend’s frustration is genuine — he’s far too dazed from the whole passing out endeavor to make a reasonable judgement call.

Pieck sighs. “I started panicking and Googled what to do when someone faints. It says to drink fruit juice — so you don’t have a choice this time.”

Before he can register what’s happening, Jean is assisted into a propped up position, a glass of orange juice not-so-gently thrust into his hand.

Quietly, Jean sips, careful not to speak. He feels like he’s back in class again, under the scornful eye of an exasperated school teacher disappointed in their students. Not wanting to incur any more of Pieck’s annoyance, he forces the liquid down his throat — and to his delight, the juice helps to stabilize his condition, the dizziness fading into nothing, a threat no more.

She sits by his side, palm resting on his leg, thumb swiping back and forth over skin. Not annoyed? Jean can’t possibly tell. His eyes find Pieck’s, and her stern expression softens into a soft, almost undetectable smile.

Though the lightheadedness passes, a twisty-turn sensation replaces it in his stomach. Like a dog with its tail stuck between its legs, Jean grapples with the shame of a forthcoming I-told-you-so no doubt mere seconds from leaving Pieck’s mouth. She’s right, she’s always right.

So, he dons his most apologetic face imaginable, puppy dog eyes brandished with an unmistakable pout dragging the corners of his lips down. Just for dramatic effect, Jean doesn’t bother attempting to stop the chills ransacking his body — maybe they can work to garner forgiveness?

“You’re not mad at me, are you?” Voice so gentle, his eyes do most of the pleading. “Baby, I’m sorry — I didn’t mean to scare you, I just—”

Unable to stay upset for long, Pieck crumbles. She scoots closer, close enough to cup his face and press her lips to his too-warm skin in every capacity. Her mouth forgives his cheekbones, his forehead, his nose, his still-pouting lips.

“It’s okay,” she smiles, sighing. “I forgive you this time. Just don’t do that again, alright?”

He’s tempted to ask, Do what? However, Jean is far smart enough to realize that Pieck isn’t commanding him to never pass out again; she’s covertly requesting that he heed her thoughtful advice just a little bit closer next time.

Jean blushes. “Promise. Was stupid.”

She grins, snuggling close. “Not sure who you’re trying to impress, baby. I didn’t fall in love with you because you’re some macho tough guy.”

“I like impressing you,” he admits, the flush in his cheeks nearly as hot as his forehead’s temperature. “Don’t get to do it very often.”

The laughter from Pieck’s lips reassures Jean that, even when he’s driving her up the wall or infuriating her with another silly decision, his girlfriend can’t shake her soft spot for him.

“Well, you can impress me by drinking water and getting some rest. You need it, okay? Sleep.”

“I can try,” he relents, smiling. “For you.”

“I’ll help, I promise.” Beside her, Pieck gestures to a cold compress waiting to deliver some much-needed comfort to his aching head. “Just tell me what you need to feel good, baby. That’s all.”

With the secret now utterly uncontained, Jean loses all will to play a game of pretend. He’s free to whine about all tender physical woes, to make small requests — small enough to avoid feeling like a selfish asshole ordering Pieck around.

There’s a laundry list of things to ask for: a lighter blanket, the fan turned on, less clothing (and not for any fun reason), maybe even medication for the throbbing in his head refusing to retreat.

Nothing fun, that’s for sure. He opts for a recovery tactic he’s sure to be far more effective.

“You,” Jean confesses, looking right into Pieck’s eyes, heart quickening its tempo. “Just need you.”

[littlemissmanga]

I decided to be sneaky sneak and go anon 👀

Hello Ms. Yen! I was wondering who you'd pair me with for Valentine's day 🥰

Likes: Art, Knitting/Crochet, Movies, Constant music playing (my life needs a soundtrack), candy, History, driving my friends crazy (lovingly), noodles 😫💜, cuddling and being cozy

Dislikes: mean-aggressive behaviour, partying, veggies, silence, the dark, my thassalophobia 💀🤣, scary movies!

I tend to put a lot of care into my loved ones (friends, family, etc) and try my best to make them happy. I hate when they're upset and will dive in right away to hug them and bring them comforting things. I can be very loud, giggly and bubbly but I can also be very quiet, withdrawn and shy. It really depends on how comfortable I am around an individual but also if I'm in a depressive spell. I have a small to negative tolerance for people being jerks to myself or to my loved ones. Will fight for them on a dime. (Also am totally willing to throw down if someone touches my wheelchair or mobility aid) But I'd rather be happy and cozy and loving than fighting...I just get protective of my ppls 😅

Thank you for your time and I hope you've been having fun doing these lovely matches! The Troops are lucky to have someone like you finding them matches for such a romantic day

😘💜💜💜

P.s.

If you haven't figured me out, it's @moonlightwarriorqueen 🤣

Again, thank you💜

Yen Ori'ken's Valentine's Day Matchmaker Services

Yen: I appreciate the flattery, but I also have to give credit to the full team over at Right to Love. The men of the GAR have their mission, we have ours and we're just as dedicated to it!

But in any case, @moonlightwarriorqueen, thank you for sending in your profile! I believe your match is likely ...

Commander Thorn of the Coruscant Guard.

Don't let the shock trooper title fool you, Thorn knows when it's time to work and when it's time to play. That's his whole motto - work hard, play hard. It may (or will, according to a note from Daria) give Commander Fox a headache from time to time, but Thorn's antics are always well intentioned, well controlled, and in good fun.

Your care for your loved ones and protectiveness of them rises to a level that Thorn previously only saw in his brothers. He's drawn in by that part of your personality and respects the hell out of it. He won't like you carrying all that negativity on your own, though. He'll always offer an ear for you to vent and get your plan of action straight (he will make sure that you do have a plan of action and help you organize your thoughts to better support yourself and others).

But if for any reason Thorn feels he needs to, he will absolutely step in to back you up. No one messes with you and if they're getting too fired up at you, then he will settle them down.

He definitely shares your love of history, though it'll take some adjustments to get him to focus on areas other than military history. Thorn isn't crafty himself, but he will wear any knitted/crocheted item you make for him with so much pride. He will be bragging to every single shock trooper and Senatorial aide he crosses paths with. (Fox is so close to asking you to stop so maybe a knitted mug cozy would be a nice gift for him, too).

He has a tiring job, so the idea of coming home to cuddle with you is heaven to Thorn. I believe an at-home movie night would be a perfect date for you. And don't worry, he'll pick up some fresh noodles and broth from your favorite place on the way over.

I hope you enjoy your date with Thorn, and thank you for writing in!

[heavensentofficial]

Hello Lettie,

I've seen you a couple of times at the Hospital. I have heard that you have taken on the role as Temple Leader in Jordan's absence. I hope you aren't overworking yourself on your duties. If you ever feel unwell, please feel free to stop by the Hospital.

On a slightly less professional note, I have visited the Temple Gardens and they are quite lovely. I wonder if I can try to grow some of the plants from there, and if you have any tips on how to take care of them.

Sincerely, @hanshospitality

Hans, right? Hello! c:

Yes, I am quite a frequent patient of Doctor Harper's... We still haven't gotten to the bottom of what is actually wrong with me, but I'm there enough for your name to ring a bell! Um... If I'm to be completely honest, I have been overwhelmed, even with the efforts to limit physical exertion. Jordan's duties paired with my own is quite a lot. However, I generally already know how to deal with my flareups I think and I keep medical supplies in my room - so unless something is severe or out of the ordinary, I probably won't need to burden the good doctor. I hear you are quite understaffed there, after all...

Although I can't help but wonder... Is this you asking, or did he request you do so? ... I suppose it doesn't matter! In any case, I'm thankful for the concern. I'll try to be sure I take care of myself. It would be problematic if I got especially ill at the same time as Jordan, after all.

As for the gardens, hearing you say that made me smile c: I haven't been able to be as hands on as I'd like with the efforts to get them in order (Though I rarely am, really.) I've been trying a combination of rewarding people for helping and telling them about the plants, their symbolism in scripture and what we use them for, in an effort to get everyone to feel more, ah... Attached to the garden I guess? If they better understand the work and care more about it, maybe they'll be more inclined to uh... Do it! I sure hope so. I'd be happy to talk more about some of the plants we have here under the cut! We did have to order these online, though. I don't think most of them are available here very easily. I'll throw in some extra information about how I use them too, just for fun. Even if you happen know a lot of it, maybe other people will find it helpful or entertaining?

Firstly, Lavender ^^

Our main concern currently has been trying to get the lavender we already have under control - it gets so wild and woody when it's left to its own devices, but it's really best to trim lavender in late summer. We just uprooted some of the problematic ones (I could probably give you some to propagate if you would like?) and made sure to cover it in a protective fleece from the frost. I think they sell plastic ones? But I can make fleece winter-covers easily.

Lavender really likes sunny spots and fast draining spoil. When you first plant it, it'll be thirsty and want to be watered plenty - but once it's established you really don't want to unless it's been drought-y (Unless it's in a container I suppose?)

They make a great companion for cabbages and tomatoes. They like similar conditions and repel bugs that would want to eat your food without anything having to be harmed c: At the same time, bees and butterflies love it! You can even put the seeds into a bird feeder. ^^

Oftentimes, we use lavender in purification and healing ceremonies. (It's useful enough to keep on my person most of the time when I'm working! Sprigs of it, lavender-oil, anything really.)

Also it's delicious in tea and soothing for your muscles when you put it in a bath - and inhaling the resulting steam often alleviates my headaches. Applying lavender oil or salve to bandages helps wounds close faster, too! ^^ Accidents happen ahaha...

Uhh... Then there's roses, we have quite a few of those. When I first saw mentions of someone called Briar, I must admit, I thought Jordan was upset about tearing their robes on all the briar bushes. They were so wild before...

This time of year is a fantastic time to plant bare-root roses! As for roses you already have though, they'll be just starting to come out of dormancy right around now, so it's a good time to prune them, so they're nice and prepared for the coming year ^^ When you cut roses, try to make sure you're cutting just a little above a bud at an angle, to encourage new growth.

Roses like similar spots to lavender, but they'll want to be watered more often. Moist, but not wet. Try not to water the leaves, naturally... Roses will also appreciate being fertilised regularly.

Roses don't like much competition and it's important to make sure they have plenty of space to get some air, but with that in mind, alliums, geraniums and marigolds will protect your roses from pests. At the temple, we've been using garlic and onions. (Any opportunity to grow more of our own food is welcome. Some level of self sufficiency is sort of part of the whole... Monastic Lifestyle thing...)

If you want roses that will attract pollinators, go for a single or semi-double bloom so that bees can have easy access. This year, we planted Lady of the Lake roses, which are a pale pink/off white sort of colour with a citrusy scent to them (I'm excited to try eating them ^^) Maybe if we grow enough of these, the lady I sometimes see at the lake will give me a sword? (Kidding~)

In scripture, red roses are symbolic of blood and sacrifice and white of purity. (I'm curious about those two-tone red and white roses... I always have liked them a lot. Maybe I can try growing them, one day, even if only in a pot in my room...) Roses in general also have connotations with the afterlife. I also know Jordan has a rose-based concoction they sometimes use for purification ^^

As for myself, I sometimes use rose water for my skin - and similar to lavender, to make wounds heal faster - and also as a wound wash. (Very helpful to have on hand, especially if an initiate gets hurt while doing their duties! Never good.) I also try to stay stocked up on rosehips. The tea's useful to have while recovering from illnesses and for certain kinds of pain. c:

I think Cyclamen are a pretty common sight in churchyards, but I think that's for good reason

For starters, it's always nice to have flowers that are actually in bloom in the winter! I think these might be the main one you've seen as of late, aside from the rosehips? I also planted some around the general area of the cemetery recently, though that was before I was left in charge. I can't say for sure how much the dead care about having flowers near their bodies, but I don't know that they don't... Maybe I could plant some near the lake, too... Around this time of year, when they're in full bloom, watering them correctly is important, since the roots are so susceptible to rot. You sort of want to wait until the leaves look like they're beginning to droop and the earth feels dry. If it's very rainy, I like to give them some shelter.

Cyclamen like partial shade. We have them mostly near the outskirts of the garden, where the canopy from the forest will sort of protect them from the elements. They're happiest in well-draining, rich, acidic soil, so giving the soil a little snack is sure to be appreciated. c:

They pair well with most woodland plants, really! Snowdrops, primroses and ferns come to mind. Ours are hanging out with primroses. (Lonely plants are kind of sad...)

Like I mentioned with the cemetery thing, cyclamen are super commonly used as memorial flowers! We use them a lot as altar decorations for funerals and certain holy days. They're also used in certain types of incense! (Not all of it. Just some!) They look like they have little bowing heads, so I think they bring kind of a sense of piety to mind for some people? I think they are adorable.

I think there's a way to prepare them that helps with sinus issues, but I don't really bother to. In the past, people ate them to ease menstrual pains and some other stuff, but even if they work, they do also cause a spot of convulsing, vomiting and dying, so... Whether it's worth it, you be the judge! You're the medical practitioner. I just like reading and experimenting. ^^;

It was roughly around this point when I remembered that I'm meant to be responding to somebody's message (and that most of this was completely unasked for ahaha... Oh well...) I think I got a little overexcited at the chance to talk about a thing I'm interested in, my apologies.

Thank you again for reaching out to me ^^ Even if I don't feel great for a bit, I'm likely to be fine ultimately.

[carusoaids]

Taking a break

Hi.

I want to announce that I'll be off Tumblr for an indefinite amount of time.

I don't make this decision lightly. I created this blog at the beginning of the week with the intention of promoting campaigns and replying to all the people who had reached me out before. My goal was to have them answered by the end of the week. Sunday has come and that is not the case. I want to apologize.

As I've mentioned before, I got sick for a couple of days. Especifically with gastritis due to a great amount of stress from issues stemming from my personal life and the medicine's patent of my anti-depressants and anti-anxiety meds. I was nauseous, fatigued, barely able to eat, barely able to stand still and suffering from constant headaches and stomaches. You may think I'm exaggerating, but I've suffered on-and-off gastrointestinal problems since I was 18 entirely because of stress. It is something I have to keep in check.

Originally, I wanted to take a break to reorganize my life, as I've been doing so many things in such a short amount of time. But I decided to come back as I didn't want to leave the people I've been in contact and fail the people who have reached out to ask for my help.

While I don't completely regret it, it wasn't the best decision for me, my mind or my body. I feel like I've delayed my recovery by spending almost all of my day here, trying to do my best under a lot of fatigue and pain. I'm doing better, but now I've been suffering from insomnia, as my brain won't shut off after logging out, and gotten constant headaches for looking at the screen for extended periods of time. I've sacrificed physical movement to sit in a chair for hours just writing posts and responding to messages.

i don't say this to blame anybody, it was my mistake not establishing clear cut boundaries and enforcing them. I'm telling you this to make you understand the level of stress I've been going through. Genuinely, I don't even enjoy logging here or on insta.

I haven't had the time or energy to draw and do things for myself other than playing some games. I don't even feel comfortable logging to check my art blog because I'll know I'll get bombarded with messages asking for help.

I would like to state that my art blog is a place for me, where I can be myself. It is a space for all the topics I want to tackle, not just political, activism or mutual aid related. Please do not try to contact me there to circumvent my closed askbox and messages in my other blogs, I find it very disrespectful and I will not reply to you (the exception are people I've kept in contact and community organizers).

I'm feeling defeated, depressed...I cried on thursday night because I felt so guilty feeling this way. It feels lonely logging here. I don't have anyone to talk to, to rely on or to ask for help when I'm feeling this way. I only have my friends who are not on this platforms.

i apologize for making this so sentimental, but I'm at my limit. I'm tired and hurt.

I everything goes well, I'll be doing some activism work irl in a couple of weeks. It's still unconfirmed, so I will not get ahead of myself. But if it happens, it'll be hard to juggle my community care and mutual aid efforts online and my activities offline. So, I'd rather put my energy there for the time being.

i hope to return rejuvenated and full of energy. See you and take care.

[finite-breakpoints]

the night we met (Angstpril 2024, alt #4)

[ Previously: frozen // trembling ]

"Relax -- it's gonna be fine." Yori squeezes Siv's hand gently -- and he knows that she's trying to reassure herself just as much as him. "You don't need to be nervous about this."

But he is. And so is she, even if she won't admit it.

"Where's Tron?" Not so much changing the subject as it's legitimate surprise. "I thought he'd want to be here."

"He did, but he's out of town. Trying to settle things down out in Bismuth. It's getting worse. Flynn offered to wait until he got back, but…" She shrugs. "He said we've waited long enough -- and we've had this planned out for long enough as-is. Didn't think it was fair to make you wait with us."

"I wouldn't have minded." He glances over at the screens, feeling a nervous twinge somewhere in the back of his mind. Base code compiled without errors. Just the interfaces left -- anything that could have gone wrong would have by now. "Have you seen their renders?"

"Yeah. Why, haven't you? I thought Flynn would have shown you."

"Nah. I couldn't make it out here in time, remember? Julia's had a lot of things to balance, so… I've had to step it up a little."

"Is she…?" But then Yori thinks about it for a tick, and her expression shifts to something almost like regret. "Sorry. I guess I don't really know where you guys are at right now. It's been a while."

"No, it's fine. I don't really know, either. But she's pretty happy about this. Said she thinks it'll be good for me -- the responsibility and the extra help." He grins sheepishly -- it was almost exactly what Yori had said about it, when she'd told him about Flynn's new idea.

"…So what you're saying is that she agrees with me, and that I'm always right."

"Yes to the first thing. And as for the second… you're usually right. How's that?"

"Guess I'll take it, if that's all I'm gonna get."

"But I didn't tell her everything," he admits. "She, uh… she doesn't know about the whole shared code thing. I wasn't sure how she'd react, so… I left that out. We'll get to it."

"Well, for what it's worth, I'm excited to watch you figure out exactly how much of a terror you were to wrangle."

"Don't say that like you were any better. Yours is gonna be just as chaotic, I guarantee it."

"We'll see, but I'd be willing to bet that--" But then she stops, her eyes lighting up as one of the screen outputs pings success. "Looks like you're up first!"

----

"Alright, let's bring you back up for a bit. How are you feeling?"

It takes Cyrus a moment to remember where he is, what's going on. The energy spikes that wouldn't even out. The long drive to Gallium City. The splitting headache that comes and goes as he slips in and out of consciousness, tucked away in this warm little room. Left here with the assurance that he's safe, being taken care of, and that Able will come back for him next cycle.

And Able's friend -- Siv -- with his strange machine, scrolling through Cyrus' code like notes on a datapad.

"Better. Maybe." Cyrus blinks a few times; the room threatens to start spinning again. "I think."

"Good. Don't try to get up yet. You're still a little off-balance from that last spike. --Those are a data processor thing, right? But they don't really happen unless you've been doing it for a long time. Longer than you've been on the Grid… if your metadata's accurate, anyway."

"Yeah." Something tells Cyrus that it is, and that maybe Siv knows a bit more than he's letting on. Lets it slide for now, makes a mental note to think about it more when thinking doesn't hurt. "I think so. It sounds right, anyway. There's a lot of stuff up here that's… fuzzy."

"Some of it should come back on its own, hopefully in a few cycles or so. We can try recovering anything else later, if you want."

"…And you're not a medic, huh?"

"Me? Nah. But code's code, once you get down to it." Siv shrugs -- like that's supposed to make sense -- and taps a few things on the interface. It's not Cyrus' disc; it's something else, some kind of staging device, where he can test changes before making anything permanent. He closes a window; the lines of code turn back into the strands of blue and silver, wrapped in tendrils of red and orange. "Okay, last round. This should fix the spikes. We'll worry about everything else later -- whatever they tried to do to you didn't exactly latch on. From what I saw on your disc, it looks like maybe they were more worried about making sure some things won't come back."

"Like what?" And then Cyrus hears himself, and shakes his head. "Stupid question. Sorry."

"No such thing. --But I wish I had an answer for you."

He's lying.

Cyrus manages to sit upright, finally. Doesn't complain when Siv takes his disc, plugs in that machine, and then adjusts a few things before giving it back.

Watches his circuits change as his disc re-syncs, orange circuits fading to white.

Not a malicious lie, then.

How could it be?