#this is like I cannot LOOK at this anymore

[theactualsunshinechild]

If Castorice is cursed to kill whoever she touches and Mydei is cursed to be immortal, do you think Mydei ever goes to Castorice on a really bad day and is like, hey can you put me down for a bit please? I'm having these phantom pains from fatal wounds and injuries that don't exist anymore and they're keeping me up, I want a nap.

And obviously at first Castorice is like "L-lord Mydei, please rethink this, death is not something to be trifled with! Even with your condition, I cannot guarantee your safe return..." and Mydei takes the time to reassure her that, no, he's sure about this, and yes he is willing to bear the risks, no he doesn't care if it will hurt, please euthanize him. It takes a bit of convincing but eventually she agrees to risk it, and, fear in her heart, gently places a hand on his shoulder.

Mydei wobbles and collapses dead on the spot. Castorice lets go and starts fretting internally, stepping back and circling around, frantically searching for any sign of life. How long does it usually take for Mydei to come back? Will he come back at all? Her own curse is clearly effective on him after all... To her relief, it only takes a few seconds for Mydei's eyes to flutter open again to find himself supine, with limbs bent at various awkward angles from the way he ragdolled.

It was a very peaceful few seconds, no pain, no blood, just an pleasant floating sensation as the familiar dark waves of the Styx rocked him side to side gently, before a bright guiding light forcibly pulled him right back. If not for the uncomfortable position he came to in, he'd even say the experience did some old aches a lot of good. The slight relieved smile that comes across her face as he explains this belies how many years of uncertainty and grief she's experienced over the many deaths she had enacted prior. She must have had no way of knowing for sure, until now, whether or not the deaths she delivered were as gentle as she hoped, Mydei realized.

It takes slightly less convincing to have Castorice try again. This time, they arrange more comfortably, Mydei sitting down against a wall, Castorice taking his offered hand in hers. As his hand goes limp in hers, his skin slowly cooling, she draws comforting circles on it with her thumb, more for herself than for his unfeeling body. After several minutes this time, each feeling longer than the last, she lets go and backs away once more, waiting with bated breath for the moment he shudders back to life, taking air back into empty lungs, eyes bright again, fierce, lively and visibly well-rested.

They agree to never exceed 15 minutes, Castorice explaining he would likely not enjoy coming back to the discomfort of gravity having caused all of his stilled blood to pool and settle inside of his body, let alone his body having cooled. Mydei agrees easily and assures her that he will keep his requests for deathly repose infrequent.

Castorice often passes the time Mydei spends dead trying to occupy her hands, the nerves never quite leaving her alone. Knowing logically that Mydei will come back and fearing that maybe he won't come back this time are two separate things after all. She tries many things, from bringing a scroll to read, to embroidery, shoulder pressed to his, trying to ignore how much bolder the red tattoos look against the pallor of a dead man. When Mydei wakes to Castorice's fingers pricked and bleeding for the third time, he frowns and offers for her to braid his hair next time if she wishes.

The next time, a month later, they arrange slightly differently, Castorice sitting on a bench, Mydei lowering his head into her lap, his hair an offering she wills herself to accept. Having assisted with many a funeral rite, Castorice is able to lose herself in the process of carefully weaving the messy soft locks into shape. The texture is strangely soothing, despite how unnaturally still Mydei remains, and Castorice imagines that this must be similar to what it feels like to pet a lion's fluffy mane. When the sand stops flowing, Castorice moves Mydei's head out of her lap to walk five places away once more. He comes to, gasping for breath as usual, and reaches up to feel at the new braids he sensed in his hair. A ghost of a smile graces his face when he finds them to be satisfactory, and he wears them for the rest of the day as a sign of appreciation. Castorice fiddling with his hair while he is dead quickly becomes the standard for their little meetings. Sometimes he wakes up with no new braids, but he doesn't question it so long as Castorice doesn't appear to be in any distress.

The first time Phainon spotted Mydei with his head in Castorice's lap, Castorice gently running her fingers through his hair as if he were a very large cat, Phainon almost passed them by with how peaceful they looked...

Then did a double take and panicked.

Anyway, that's my headcanon at least for how Castorice can say that the death she brings with her touch is peaceful. I think discovering that killing Mydei with her touch grants him what is essentially a banger nap from his perspective, probably helped her find an amount of peace in those early years. Truly putting the rest in "putting to rest"with this one.

Obviously she'd still prefer to be able to touch people and creatures without having them die, but at least she has learned that it isn't painful when she kills this way.

Additionally I like to imagine that while being killed by Castorice feels soothing, getting killed normal ways feels like shit, painful the whole way through, and then you get dunked violently into the Styx. And for Mydei specifically, it's more like he gets dunked into the Styx only to get yoinked right out, soul still sopping wet and cold, and forced back into a body that is fully repaired but it's happened so fast to him that his nerves have him feeling the aftershocks of the injuries that are already gone.

[noihavenosanitythanksforasking]

thinking about how milevens tend to assume that bylers want mileven to break up just because we want byler to happen.

no love

wanting byler to be canon and wanting mileven to break up are two separate wants.

Mike and El have their own story outside of will. Even if Mike wasn't queer and Will wasnt around this story would still be their story. Will may be a character in their story but the story is still about mike and el. Mike and Els story line is the marriage of the two of their two individual character arcs.

El's story arc is based around the fact that she was abused as a child and was dehumanized to an extreme level that no child should ever experience. She does not have an identity of her own. She wasn't raised to even expect to have one in the first place. Her story is learning to be able to her own person. To just be herself and learning who that person is.

When she met mike she created an identity around him. and identity of being the super powered mage who saved the day. that was El. then she became mikes gf and suddenly she was now "mikes gf". It wasnt until she met max that someone actually tells her that she is allowed to be her own person. "theres more to life than stupid boys" "what feels right" before Max she was just existing trying to play a role of what she was supposed to be rather than figuring out who she was or who she wanted to be. What she wanted. El is not raised to have wants. El was raised to be a weapon, a lab rat, a tool that does what they are told.

When this story intersects with a story arc like Mike has you get the disaster that is Mileven.

Mikes story arc is actually very similar. Mike is a very codependent person. He wants to feel needed. he wants to feel useful. If he doesnt have a use to someone he thinks he must be a waste of space. Mike doesnt know who he is outside of other people. He has never explored what he wants for himself. He is for other people. As a codependent person myself i can relate to this a lot. It can be hard to know what YOU want for yourself, outside of people you care about. Mike puts his loved ones before himself so much to the fact that it tends to get him into trouble more often than not. The issue with being codependent is that you become almost blind to who YOU are and what YOU need. you suppress your emotions for other people and these emotions only tend to surface when you realize that holy shit. i cant do anything here. This is the situation mike is finding himself in during season 4 and continuing into season 5. there is nothing he can do anymore. it is clear that him putting el above his own feelings and giving her what she wants in his attempt to help is not working. In fact its HURTING his relationship with el. Now mike doesnt know what to do. so he's drifting. El was his trauma partner. when things get too hard and too confusing he retreats into "el mode" where his only thought is what El needs. This is not a healthy mindset AT ALL. no matter how much the media romanticizes that sort of thing. IT IS NOT HEALTHY. you cant live like that. but now El has communicated "i dont want that. stop lying and get your shit together".

so mike is stuck. and el is stuck.

because theirs is a coming of age story. however not all coming of age stories are romantic. Mike and El cannot communicate with each other. they are both selfishly selfless in the way they treat each other.

I am going to be who you want me to be because i think thats what you want and it makes me feel secure.

this is not something you want in a relationship. a relationship is based on trust and vulnerability. being able to be youre rawest and truest form of yourself for another person. and feeling seen and loved despite it.

this is not present AT ALL in mileven as a couple. they are both discovering who they are still and are not space to be doing that in a relationship where they feel the need to hide themselves from each other. you cant find yourself that way.

wow look how much nuance i pulled from mike and el without mentioning will once. wow its almost like will is not the reason their relationship is failing

[vaguely-concerned]

severing the connection of the titans to themselves, each other and their children, to the world, and with it severing the connection of the dwarves to their true nature, the basic state of love and belonging that should be their birthright. ("our children, orphaned".) severing the connection between rook and the reality and true memory of varric, and thus from themselves and their own healing grief AND love. (do we spot the echo, perhaps?) severing (mostly accidentally this time, I'll give him that) the connection between the fade and the real world, dream and reality.

the scale we're operating on varies from the mythic, the cosmic and existential, to the individual and deeply, nauseatingly intimately personal, but it's the same pattern every time. solas keeps committing the same act of enforced dissociation, of creating orphaned pain that cannot even know itself, estranged from its own history, origins and coherence, unhealable in being impossible to recognize for what it is and thus unreachable. (hello lucanis in the minrathous saved route btw. this theme echoes everywhere when you look for it. I do love this game.) making others strangers to themselves for his own purposes and being surprised when it blows up in his face horrifically once more even when it's his same indelible original sin repeated, again and again and again. dissociation is a natural process the mind uses to protect itself from unbearable pain, but to knowingly cause that in someone, to play around with their connection to themselves and reality so fundamentally, to further your own cause... yeah, I'm not surprised the fabric of the world keeps tearing apart in protest in response to that, there's something so unspeakably insidiously wrong about it. forget snacking down on apples and knowing yourself to be naked or whatever, that sounds like a perfectly blameless if presumably slightly chilly afternoon to me -- force-feeding someone else their own fragmentation for your own gain, however ostensibly worthy your final goal, feels much closer to what real sin would be to me. and even worse because *buries face in hands* he just keeps doing it!!! he should know better, but he keeps doing it!!!!!!

I know I keep joking that solas only has the like three basic moves he keeps rearranging to invent new and spectacular ways of doubling down on making the same mistake yet again, but looking at it like this it's almost not even funny anymore haha. (almost. there is a hysterical amusement and affection that rises within me every time I see his smug little face, we cannot choose who we love only what we do about it.) and the worst thing is that I think he could learn! I do believe he has the capacity, the depth of empathy and soul and intellect, to learn from this, had he chosen to do so, had he let himself pause and truly listen at any point. but at the end of the day, even all these thousands of years later and with the mountains of guilt he lugs around, he chooses not to. and I suspect it's because he fundamentally does not actually understand what he did wrong. on his way to, ostensibly, fix one of these splits he caused, that of the veil, he basically goes and does to rook's mind what he did to the titans, and without the hand of mythal guiding it or anyone else culpable in it with him this time, as if to underline twice that in all these thousands of years he has learned absolutely nothing! almost to an impressive degree! does he even recognize that it's the same thing he's doing? does he even actually afford rook and their internal world that much thought to begin with, aside from what purpose they can serve for him? I'm not so sure. and to do it all with varric's face, with the person he took from them, making them feel complicit in it when they find out, the same way the dwarves will have to grapple with the fact that their whole economy is based in unwittingly selling the blood of like. god. their parents. themselves. solas. babe. what the fUCK. what the fuck. what the fuck.

perhaps part of the blind spot comes down to the way it's the inverse of his own trauma. solas knows exactly what happened to him because it's the endless ache at the center of his existence, the thing -- the first mistake -- he can't escape or undo or forget, nor bring himself to accept: he became real, one coherent set self, with no way back to what and who he was. and what he does with that pain, his one move, is to make others not-real. to himself, and more alarming still to themselves. he makes them forget, as he cannot forget. does he think it's mercy, in some way? does he realize how and why that makes it all so much worse??? and... not quite the same thing, but when mythal dies the structure of his own inner world falls apart catastrophically, and in his vengeance for that, even unintentionally, he imposes that same unravelling on the world. we've all heard the lines about spirits mirroring the real world and what you bring into your relationship with them being what you get in return, but how about the tragedy of the inverse -- the world being brought to mirror you, despite what your intentions might have been going in. no one should have that power, but you claimed that power yourself to do something else and now you have to look into that mirror forever. no such mercy as forgetting yourself for you. you are everywhere now, this broken mirror of a world will reflect yourself back to you no matter where you look. perhaps it would feel easier to simply close your eyes and walk on willfully blindly. AGH it's all so delicious and fucked up and makes me feel absolutely nuts

dissociation is something that's also central in iron bull's character and internal conflict, so presumably this is simply a deep theme trick weekes keeps returning to/is interested in exploring in their writing! and the elegance with which it's done and how inextricably yet subtly embedded in the narrative it is both with bull and overall in veilguard means it's not always engaged with or recognized as I feel it deserves, but to me personally it is Everything and gets at it in ways that feel weirdly real and authentic.

[losingmygrasponreality]

SOOOoooooo

Part of this might be based on a irl experience………………………..

Imagine this:

-been flirting back to back texts with Eddie all day at work since your heated make out sesh this morning in bed.

-pressing your thighs together while trying to make it through the day, get home and jump his bones.

-so once you get home, you immediately shower and lotion your entire body, even adding your scented dry body oil to your chest.

-deciding to wear his favorite underwear of yours since he’s still not home to surprise him.

-when he finally arrives home, you both sort out dinner, choosing take out, and decide to decompress while waiting.

- this included Eddie playing a few rounds of Overwatch with Gareth, Jeff, and Grant; while you sat across from his console on the couch reading your newest dark romance novel.

-inbetween matches you’d find Eddie sneaking looks over at you from your peripheral vision, so you act like you didn’t notice and slowly bend your knees up while spreading your legs, so he’d finally realize you were not wearing sleep shorts under your big pj shirt and had his favorite silk panties on.

-after the food arrived and you finally ate and cleaned up, you were exhausted, Eddie opted to night shower while you got comfy in bed waiting for him, to finally relieve the ache between your legs.

-though it’s a quick shower, once you’re both in bed it’s hard to stay awake and focus on anything other than each others warm bodies.

-you slowly wake up realizing you both fell asleep so early into the night, and that Eddie has been trying to wake you by giving light kisses all over your face and caressing your entire body.

-you melt into his touch, “what time is it?”; he hums, still half asleep, “I love you so much, sweetheart. It’s 3am.. but I couldn’t stay asleep knowing I didn’t make you cum one time yesterday; and I had been dying to ever since I saw those silky soft panties you wore just for me.”

-he slowly glides his hand over your cunt, your legs automatically opening wider for him, and with one swift motion he’s slipped his fingers under the waistband of your panties sliding them off while he slips under the covers and makes himself comfy between your legs, devouring you like it’s his last meal..

And then proceeds to fuck you senseless 👉🏻👈🏻 teehee idk how to write smut so that’s all I got….. but I mean FEEL FREE TO UTILIZE THIS IF YOUD LIKE, WINK WINK…

I cannot be writing stuff like this anymore cause this is me now realizing I’m clocked in and losing my mind:

[gloomglimmer]

𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐓  𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃  𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒  .  .  .  (𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭  𝐨𝐟  𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐬  —  𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬  𝐨𝐟  𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞)         These  prompts  draw  from  the  emotional  depth  and  symbolism  of  the  Page,  Knight,  Queen,  and  King  of  Cups.         Each  prompt  captures  a  moment  where  the  sender  confesses  their  love  to  the  receiver.          →  ∗  ⁽  ¹  ⁾  Find  the  collection  of  tarot-based  scene  starters  here!

⁽  *  ⁾   𝐏𝐀𝐆𝐄  𝐎𝐅  𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐒   →  soft  &  gentle

"I’ve  cared  for  you  far  longer  than  I  should  have,  but  I  couldn’t  hold  it  in  anymore.”

“Every  time  I  look  at  you,  it  feels  like  the  world  quiets  down.  And  if  that’s  not  love,  I  don’t  know  what  is.”

“I’ve  held  these  feelings  for  so  long,  afraid  of  what  might  happen  if  I  spoke  them.”

“I  would  do  it  all  for  us.”

“You  deserve  to  be  held  with  love  and  not  such  content.” 

“Please  do  not  treat  our  love  as  a  forbidden  fruit.”

⁽  *  ⁾   𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓  𝐎𝐅  𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐒  →  protective  &  reassuring 

“This  is  for  you.  I’ve  crossed  lands,  braved  storms,  and  risked  everything  because  I  love  you.”

“I  have  risked  everything  and  it  was  all  worth  it.” 

“Do  you  think  I  regret  the  way  I  feel?  Because  I  don’t.  I  can’t.  Even  if  this  is  the  last  time  I  can  hold  you  like  this.”

“You  cannot  dare  say  you  are  blind  in  the  way  you  have  bewitched  me.” 

“I’m  not  asking  for  forgiveness.  I’m  simply  telling  you  that  no  one  has  ever  touched  me  like  you  do,  and  no  one  ever  will.  You’ve  bound  my  soul  to  yours,  willingly  or  not.”

“I  killed  for  you  and  I  dare  say  I  would  do  it  again.” 

“Our  love  is  by  our  own  undoing.” 

“Nothing  will  ever  happen  to  you.” 

⁽  *  ⁾   𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍  𝐎𝐅  𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐒  →  forbidden  &  passionate

“I  know  we  shouldn’t,  but  I  can’t  keep  pretending  that  I  don’t  want  this.  My  heart  has  been  yours,  even  if  I  had  to  hide  it  away.”

“There  are  things  in  this  world  I’m  willing  to  risk...  and  you  are  the  biggest  of  them.  I’ve  never  been  more  certain  of  anything  in  my  life.”

“Release  me  if  you  truly  do  not  love  me.”

“I  love  you  so  dearly  so”

“I  can’t  hide  it  anymore.  The  fire  I  feel  when  I’m  near  you,  the  longing  in  every  touch—it's  all  too  much,  but  it's  always  been  real.”

“Do  you  think  I  chose  this?  I  didn't.  But  here  I  am,  loving  you  in  the  way  that  feels  like  i'm  on  fire  and  yet,  I  can’t  seem  to  care.”

“I’ve  wanted  you  for  so  long,  even  when  I  knew  I  shouldn’t"

⁽  *  ⁾   𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐎𝐅  𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐒  →  passionate  &  soul  bounding

“My  soul  cannot  be  free  of  you.”

“Look  me  in  the  eyes  and  dare  tell  me  you  don't  love  me  back.”

“I’ve  spent  so  long  fighting  this,  pretending  I  could  live  without  you..”

“My  heart  doesn’t  belong  to  me  anymore.  It  belongs  to  you.”

“You  think  I’m  afraid  of  what’s  between  us,  but  I’m  not.  I’m  terrified  of  what  life  would  be  without  you.  I’ve  never  felt  more  alive,  more  connected,  more  me  than  when  I’m  with  you.”

“Love?  You're  not  the  love  of  my  life.  You  are  my  life.”

[jingooism]

lee dongsik’s fear of the passage of time is something so poetic. he’s lived forty plus years saddled with the weight of unbearable grief and false accusations, trying and failing to cope with both in his everyday life. time has gone by incredibly fast for him and he’s lost so many on the way and then BOOM. han joowon with his cutting words and justice seeking tendencies.

and were they at odds from day one? yes. did joowon relentlessly accuse him like the rest of the people in manyang? of course he did. but, he can forgive him for it because dongsik knows he did it all in the name of finding the true killer.

time passed like it always does in manyang and they bring everyone to justice at each other’s side, and those cold cuffs are slapped on dongsik’s wrists. and weirdly, he feels freer for it. the year in prison is quick, unsurprisingly no calls from han joowon. dongsik knew him well enough to figure that would happen. the man’s need to self flagellate over honest mistakes is one that never goes away. that doesn’t stop dongsik from asking through the grapevine about him, though. he keeps in touch with jaeyi and jihwa religiously, and jihoon always visits him on his free days. they all let him know how joowon is doing.

i’d like to think that joowon, like he normally would, goes through a harsh period of self isolation after dongsik goes to prison, only to be dragged back to manyang by the only people he can really call friends. he thinks about dongsik every day too, asks after him, hopes he’s doing okay. he’ll never call him, because in his head he’s convinced he’ll have nothing dongsik would want to hear.

even after the canon end of the show, joowon isn’t entirely sure how to navigate their relationship. and i think by this point, dongsik just absolutely aches to see joowon, but doesn’t want to impose. the pining of post-show goes absolutely crazy, i’m convinced. and there comes a point, maybe months later maybe a year later, where dongsik just cannot take it anymore.

it’s probably at one of their weekly dinners or maybe on a walk around manyang at sunset and he just looks to his side, where joowon has made himself a constant presence. he notices the small changes in his features, even from the first day they’ve met. maybe the hair that’s longer, maybe the way his eyes are softer now, and dongsik just can’t not spill his guts to his beloved inspector. because he’s aging, time has already wrapped around both of them, and while they now grow together instead of apart, they’ve still wasted so much time.

and so under a golden sun, i like to think dongsik would gently take joowon’s hand in his own (inwardly cheering at the lack of hesitation on joowon’s part to wrap his fingers around dongsik’s) and say something that’s just so simply beautiful. maybe it’s not even an ‘i love you’, maybe it’s something different that holds those words just below the surface.

[genderqueerdykes]

i'm sorry that happens to you as well. it's so common the second someone finds out you're intersex they invalidate your identity immediately. honestly it seems like most people think that "intersex" means "quirky cis girl invading the trans community". like can we talk about this? because it's painfully obvious. whenever i tell people im intersex i sometimes get an eyeroll, but ONLY in queer spaces. its unreal. i legitimately get people rolling their eyes and going "cis girl looking for attention" because of my body composition. something i quite literally cannot control, much like trans people.

like whenever i talk about being a trans woman & a trans man people try to figure out my agab so they can misgender me and say i'm not a trans woman/transfem or that i'm lying about being transfem because of my genitals. people forget that intersex transfems exist and transfems who have gotten vaginoplasties. people are so obsessed with transfem meaning penis haver that they'll gladly forget intersex people exist in a mad dash to attack anyone and everyone with a vagina they can find.

i was literally assigned male at birth before having it "corrected" to female, but i guess people who are were literally assigned male at birth can't be transfeminine or trans women anymore. pack it up, i guess nobody can be trans women anymore and everyone's lying to be transfem for attention.

It’s so hard for either to pass, it’s like I dunno. Just that people don’t want to accept that we’re trans.

What I think would make this even worse if a cis person is constantly told they aren’t their gender and that has a knock on effect for all trans people

agreed, people refuse to see trans men & mascs as trans. like. that's literally it. & they just clam up about it n don't acknowledge it

there are cis people who don't pass for cis, it's a common thing. "transvestigators" on twitter love 2 try to figure out if someone is trans or not by just lookin at pictures of them and its dumb as hell. people genuinely do misgender cis people in the cross fire. sure the transphobe thought that person was a trans woman. they werent but someone still got injured in the process. this also creates tons of problems for intersex people. it fuckin sucks

[thewritetofreespeech]

BG3 - Taking care of sick Reader [p. 2]

prompt: I'm sick again. So in the spirit of the last one, I wrote a new version with Halsin and the teffer boys to feel better.

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‘Your head throbs in tandem with your own heartbeat. Pain coursing through your body with every stifled breath you take, as your tight chest struggles to fill with air. It had been a long time since you were sick. You nearly forgot how uncomfortable it was. Without the tadpoles protective qualities to shield you anymore, this new wave hit you like a stone wall. You almost wished to have it squirming mass back in your brain just to be over this. Luckily, you were not alone at least.’

Halsin

“How are you feeling my love?”

You open your eyes to see Halsin had returned home. The small cottage you share really just being one large room, so his presence was hard to miss. Even in your state.

You try to sit up, but the druid encouraged you to lay back down. “Don’t get up. You’ll need your rest. This bug going around is quiet the foe. Three more of the children have fallen ill to it.” You roll your eyes at Halsin. Though you loved helping with the children and orphans, you were also certain those little germ buckets are what got you sick. “Here, I made you some tea. The herbs and willow bark essence will help with the fever.”

Halsin helped you up now to drink your tea. The warm liquid soothes your throat. You felt a little better already. Still….

- Can’t you just heal me with your magic? I thought you were the best healer at the Grove.

Halsin barked out a laugh. “We’re quite far from the Grove now, my love.” He meant that both literally and figuratively. Their time away from the old druid sanctuary reaching further & further each day. “Besides, for all Oak Father has bestowed upon me to heal, there are some matters that even I cannot intervene. Nature must take it’s course in this.”

- That’s ridiculous.

“It is the will of nature.” You jump nearly out of your skin at the sound of Thaniel’s voice. His unending stare peering at you from the end of the bed. “Sorry. Did I forget to do ‘the knock’ again?”

You try to regulate your heartbeat again as Halsin carefully chastised Thaniel for entering without invitation and startling you. “We were worried.” He told Halsin. Still, he apologized and left your home moments later.

“Seems I’m not the only one concerned for your recovery.” Halsin teased when you were alone. “The children ask for you too. They made you this.” He then handed you a piece of parchment from his pocket. A crude drawing of you, the children, and bear Halsin lay upon it. Your heart suddenly softened for the little germ buckets. “Get some rest.” The druid then told you, before kissing your cheek. “I will be late tending to the other fallen, but don’t hesitate to call for me if you need. Though I am needed you are still my top priority.”

It warmed your heart to hear it, but tell him to go as others needed him too. You finished your tea and went back to sleep. As you drifted off it felt like someone was watching you….but you couldn’t be sure.

Dammon

“Sweetheart? Are you awake?”

You turn your head to look towards the door. A small sliver of light spilling through as Dammon slipped in. His brow knitted in worry. “How are you feeling?” He asked and you merely groan.

Dammon’s brow knitted deeper, and he reached forward to check your forehead. “I can’t tell if your fever broke. With these old forge hands, I’m not so good with temperature anymore. Do you still feel warm? Feverish?”

You shrug. You flicker between bouts of overheating and ice cold. Which probably meant that your fever was still on you.

“Sorry I couldn’t be here much today to take care of you.” He apologized. “With work being steady now it’s hard to get away. Even if I want to.” You tell him that it’s fine. You know his work was important and he had customer demands to meet. “I’d forgotten what it was like running it all on my own. I missed having you there.”

Dammon brushed the side of your face with the back of his hand. Calm. Soothing. “Shall I get you anything? New blanket? Fresh water? Have you eaten?” He seemed to want to make up his absence for the day in the next hour, but you quietly shush him away and tell him you just want sleep. He seemed disappointed in not being able to help but understood. “Well, I’ll be on the other side of the door if you need anything. Better yet, I’ll just check on you in a bit. See if you need anything.” Dammon leaned over a kissed your head before he saw himself out.

He indeed did come to check on you every hour. Seeing if you needed anything. Anything he could do. On his last visit he came in to bed with you for the night. Wrapping his arms around you in comfort to get some final sleep. Dammon needed his rest too after all. Lest you both be on the mend.

Zevlor

“How goes the siege my darling?”

You look up from your book as Zevlor came into the room. Hearing him come into the small shack you had made home before he announced himself. Removing his armor like any good soldier off the road.

You tell him you are fine. At least not being physically sick anymore. “That’s good.” He commented as he came to sit beside you. “Or it could just be that you haven’t eaten my cooking since the last bout.”

You chuckle at Zevlor’s joke and nudge him with your leg under the blankets. “I’m sorry there isn’t more I can do for you. Hellriders aren’t known for their healing. Except the occasional arrow wound.” You chuckle again and tell Zevlor that he’s doing fine.

“The priests at the temple did give me this.” He held out a small potion bottle. Likely for vitality or increased health. “And! This.” He then produced a shiny apple. “How about I cut it up for you and we’ll see if it’s actually your stomach or my cooking. Then, we’ll take a short walk for some fresh air. Can’t have you cooped up in here all day.”

You tell Zevlor that that would be lovely and let him offer you a kiss before he went to prepare your apple. You’re able to keep it down and at least walk to the temple from your home a few paces behind it on the patch of earth the priests let the former Hellriders call home. Zevlor cautiously by your side in case of any stumble or signs fatigue.

Rolan

“Shall I get you another blanket? Some tea?”

“Lia, Rolan said that they need their rest.” Lia tsked at her brother.

“What does Rolan know? Who do you think took care of you two when you were sick?”

“Surely not you,” the siblings flinch and turn to see Rolan in the doorway, “as we would all be dead given that you can’t follow basic instructions.”

“I was just trying to help!” Lia insisted.

“Rest, fluids, nutrient dense foods to keep the patient’s strength up, and this.” Rolan held up a vial he had clearly concocted on his own in the tower. “It’s what all the books say. Now leave Lia. A critical part of dealing with illness is quarantining the infected from others. You’ll be even less help if you’re sick too, and you’re much worse of a patient.” Lia growled at the wizard and stomped her feet out. Cal whispered a quick ‘get well soon’ to you before he fled after his sister.

Rolan tsked after Lia’s shadow. An exact copy of the gesture & sound she had made before, which made you wonder who had picked it up from who, before he came to your bedside. “Here. Drink this.” He handed you the vial as he lifted your arm to check your pulse. He noticed you examining it. The violet liquid inside the consistency of warm syrup. “I said drink it. Not look at it.”

You glare at Rolan as much as your tired eyes would allow but do as he said. The purple liquid even tasted like violets. It clung to your throat on its slow path down. Forcing you to swallow several times. “Here.” Rolan said as he handed you a cup of water. “That should help with some of the keyer points of this fever. From what I read anyway.” He seemed disappointed though. “Despite all my research there seems no cure for the common illness other than to rest & wait.”

- Your two worst qualities.

Rolan glared at you, but not nearly as fierce as he did with Lia. Playful even. “What can I say. I’m a man of action. I will not apologies for that.”

The wizard then reached over and brushed your clammy forehead with his hand. Careful not to scratch you with his claws; only his words. “I hate seeing you like this.” He confessed. His brow creased in worry. “I wish there was something I could do. Something to be useful.”

You reach out to take Rolan’s hand and squeeze it.

- You are doing something.

Rolan smiled. Letting you hold his hand for a bit more, and seeming equal in not wanting to let go, but eventually pulled away. “You should get some rest now. The medicine will help. I’ll bar the door from Lia, lest she try to ‘help’ again with one of her own concoctions.” His shoulders shudder at some memory.

You make a joke about princesses locked in towers as Rolan goes. A joke he does not find amusing and tells you he will be back later with more medicine & podge for supper. It’s the best thing to help as bland foods were less stressful on the stomach, according to the book. And who were you to argue with ‘the book’.

[thepenguinweeb]

I love your writing about mashle x fem reader its so cute ( ✧Д✧) its so domestic and I know I need more about mashle male character x fem reader with a child.

So I came with an Idea a headcanon about fem reader as their wife.

Character: kaldo, orter, rayne, lance and domina (separate)

Romantic and fluff

About their reaction when they know fem reader is pregnant with twins, like fem reader is oneday have a sickness like puke or something like that as a symptoms of pregnant women. And when she check up to the doctor, the doctor said, fem reader is pregnant with twins. Fem reader is happy so she is planning to surprise her husband with the news when they came home from work.

🤭 I know that I have plenty Idea for mashle request ✨

[ ♡ Various Mashle characters x fem!reader ]

[ Includes; Kaldo, Orter, Rayne, Lance ]

[ ♡ Requested by: @kimura-uzuri <3 ]

[ ♡ You came to the realization that you are pregnant - but you did not expect the fact you'd be having twins. Neither did your husband, clearly, which gives you the perfect opportunity to share the news. ]

[ ♡ A/N: Obviously aged up some characters, because of the whole pregnancy thing. I'm really really sorry but I couldn't write for Domina, since they're not in the anime and I haven't gotten that far into the manga yet. Really sorry to you and that one anon who requested them 😭 ]

Your husband is a smart man. It probably comes with being a Divine Visionary, that's what you assume, atleast.

He's also very observant. He loves to people watch in general, but when it comes to you, he picks up on every little cue of how you might feel or what you might think.. it's both terrifying and attractive.

The first signs of morning sickness. You'd barely just gotten into bed at night when you started feeling nausea, and ran out into the bathroom to almost immediately throw up. When Kaldo asked if you were alright, you shrugged it off and told him not to worry.

The next day you go to a doctor and, surprise, it's twins!

In all honesty, you're more surprised than he is when you tell him the news.

"Hmm.. that would explain some things," is all he says.

But, he's genuinely happy for you. For both of you.

He gives you a kiss, and pulls you in. "They'll both be exquisite at magic, I'm sure." He looks into your eyes. "And just as fantastic as their mother, too."

Orter, like Kaldo, is an observant man. Not quite to the other's extent though. He definitely noticed something off about you, but couldn't pinpoint what it was.. so, he left it at that.

You tried to hide your symptoms from him, which backfired pretty quickly.

"I can tell you're sick," he tells you in the same straightforward manner he always uses.

You sigh. You intended for the announcement to be a little more.. exciting? Proper? But, alas, you cannot hide it anymore.

Upon hearing the news, his eyes widen and for a moment he freezes up. You almost giggle at the baffled look on his face, until he gains his composure back again.

"So... twins." You confirm with a nod. "That's.. nice."

It's hilarious how awkward he is about this. You know he's happy, you can tell - you know your husband more than anyone else, after all. Precisely because of that, though, you can also clearly sense the nerves he is trying so hard to mask behind his usual stoicism.

You have to reassure him that he'll be a great father to both of the children. But, whether he believes it or not, he'll be there for you trough the entire deal, he promises you.

You know that despite the tough and cold front he puts up, Rayne is a genuinely caring man who would do anything to ensure your safety and happiness.

As soon as he heard your sounds of vomiting coming from the bathroom, he rushed to help you out however he could. If you needed space, he was more than happy to give it to you. But, one eye was always on you to make sure you were alright.

He is devoted, and he knew from the moment he married you that he intended to have a family one day.

He did not expect to find out that that day would come sooner than planned.

Once you tell him the news, you can see the moment where everything just.. clicks. That look of realization.

"Twins.." he mutters after he gathers his thoughts. "I could have never imagined I'd be a father of twins."

He tries to keep it cool, but by the smile that's just barely visible on his face, you know he's excited.. and, by the way he fidgets with his fingers, you can also tell he's nervous.

"But, I don't mind," he continues as he looks up at you. "As long as you're with me."

Lance didn't have a single clue about your pregnancy.

You were on your own when the morning sickness came. He was away in his workshop, lost in his work as usual, and you didn't want to tell him about it. It would only worry him, you thought.

He feels genuinely upset when you reveal the news. Not with you, never with you. With himself. For not noticing the signs earlier, for not being there with you when you needed him.

Although not one for physical affection, he pulls you into a hug and whispers multiple apologies into your ear. You can only smile and assure him you're not upset at all.

After he's calmed down, he instantly starts to prepare for the twins. Looking for matching baby clothes, multiple toys to buy and the softest blankets you could get. It's amusing how dedicated he is to this.. but adorable, too.

For confirmation on Lance's part; the workshop idea is based on his official fanbook page, where it's mentioned he frequently visits the academy's workshop to make merch of his sister. I like to believe he continues that hobby and branches out into making more things in his adulthood! :)

[crk-tranquility-au]

A Teetering Coin

Torn apart, a soul drifts across the celestial void. Peaceful, yet Oblivious.

And then. It is violently awoken, ripped from it's delusion into a world not-quite real.

Another layer of hell.

Further and further, it descends towards Earth-Bread.

But something catches it before it falls completely.

A clawed hand of darkness reaches out,

ey e s g lim mer i n g l e e -

Hello? —

Harlequin eyes peer down at what it had caught in its grasp.

A star.

—

OH! oh! I win, I win! The game is mine, mine! Hello, salutations, greetings, little Shepard.

—

The stars shift into something more… Recognizable.

It remembers.

He remembers.

—

What…? It's… You again. Why here-? Why… Now? What… Game?

He-heh! Me, little ol' me. And you. You. Here and now because it must be, here, and now. I found you! A little game you didn't know you were playing.

Many eyes curl up with amusement. But never blink, no, never in order.

Asleep. How has your voyage treated you, old friend? Is your time serving you well? Because it is serving me well. I am free! I am here. In the now. Maybe not in full, maybe not at all! But I am here. And now.

You… Of course you're free. I… Did I…? Set you free? I couldn't have… No. I remember… A puppet?

A puppet indeed. One of such value.

The Doll- No- You didn't.

Yes! I did! You are not to worry. Everything I have schemed has already come to fruition. I am not to harm you, no. Only to remind you that you played your part quite well.

My part-…?

In body and in mind. Careful where your steps fall next, Marionette.

You… I can't even think of anything to say...

The following acts.. I'm sure you can read them. You are but at the mast of your tragedy my friend. Have you forgotten the origin of a heros journey?

…I know. It was you who invented it. It was me who… Bastardized it. You… You took my mind. My darkest desires and made them reality. Gratifying in the moment. But now I see that… In the long run, great suffering is upon this world…!

The world you so eagerly left behind?

. . .

Desires are no less apart of you.

You…! I… Did. Didn't I. And you did not make me. My deal… It was one of the few actions that were my own.

Really? Your wish, maybe. That desire. Your actions are no less your own, even still.

. . .

I do not want you to follow in my steps. That was the point of everything. Fear is one of the greatest motivators. And so we brought them to you in the form of visions.

You… Failed. We both did. The whispers… The visions… The eyes…! The way you made my pilgrims turn against me so long ago. The way my- our power. Granted us infinite possibilities, possibilities that broke our minds. It broke me. You broke me, and then… I broke myself.

Those were just dreams.

. . . !

Those were the visions.

Past and future all the same.

Witches look at me… Cannot tell what is real and what isn't anymore… Cannot even tell if he's lying now, or was lying then… Or both. Or Neither. Or Never.

Trust. Luckily a fickle thing.

You are insufferable…! And unfortunately, I understand.

Of course you do. You know what they say about great minds.

They think horrendously alike. . . . Then you feel it. Our power going supernova once again. Bits of stardust, bleached of their original intention… My souljam… it's white…?

Seems I was mistaken. The cycle has already begun anew. Fragmented.. further.

I thought once was enough… How far can it go…? …I do not wish to find out.

At some point: it will be deluded into the natural workings of this world. It will be so fragmented that not even the shards of shards will retain their names.

Knowledge… Reduced to a shell of itself. A return to a twisted sense of origin…?

I'm sounding like a certain flour cookie.

Perhaps… It could spare them. Feeble cookies. A paradise in perfect ignorance. Perhaps… This is not such an awful thing…?

Ignorance is bliss. And so the eyes remain forever open.

But it does not… Have to be that way. There is still hope…! For them all. Even if it fails to for us.

Do not try to bargain with me. I've already made my deals with the absurd.

You…! Do not think it is possible, do you?

To free cookies of suffering? How naive.

You've suffered for so long… You have forgotten what ignorance felt like… A beautiful thing… A caterpillar before metamorphosis, An Oasis before it dries up…! A vow of prosperity before it turns to overindulgence, -a noble cause before it's twisted into something unrecognizable…!

Butterflies and caterpillars die. Their ignorance lies with them in death. But that is the curse we forsook upon taking on the burden of knowledge. Truth, wisdom. Or whatever it may name itself next.

It is true… Death. It transforms you. For most it is a simple oblivion to fear or look forward too. The end… For us, it is a step within a higher process. We know better. And even in death, our deaths. We still have the chance to act. Whilst others are being crumbled, re-baked, rejuvenated and crumbled again… We are doomed to watch and wait for the inevitable. Do you… Really want to do that? Death doesn't have to be our end. We don't have to sit and watch the same damn thing repeat over and over. The very thought makes me sick I wonder how you bore such a burden…

That was the point of bringing you to the spire.

It didn't work.

Did it really?

It didn't. And both of us know this. It didn't… At first glance.

Then the Cycle continues. A pointless carousel.

There are two minds within the other-plane. Many more just above this, where you'd pulled me down from. I don't wish to be a Shepard of knowledge anymore, I don't wish for there to be a wolf hiding beneath the shadows. She… I don't wish for there to be another Herald-, Hero-, Holder to be served upon a silver tray.

But It doesn't care about that, does it? It's not what the witches' haphazardly designed. It's imperfect.

It was wrong of me… To leave such a world behind. To leave all those cookies… To have my wish granted… Only for me-!

Oh how "wonderful" you have a way out.

Be QUIET i'm thinking-. Don't interrupt my MONOLOUGE-!

. . ? oh, how familiar.

. . . You irritate me… Because you're right by technicality…

Of course I am. I have had thousands of years to come to my conclusions. Your ideas are only in their infancy. They will grow and evolve as you do.

They are… Small now. But that doesn't mean they are any less of importance. You know me. You've known me all my life. You know I will find a way. I will. I will. I'll keep my promise. I'll make sure that wish is granted…!

Have I known you all your life?

Quiet. You have.

Wishing on something impossible only destined you for insanity. The reason I cause it. Is because it leads to the opposite. Everything is equal and the same. And without one, there is no other.

Then neither will exist.

All things will have an equal and opposite reaction.

For as long as there is matter, force will be able to act upon it.

Matter cannot be created nor destroyed.

…What if it never existed in the first place? What if… The bang never occured. The Human realm never fell. And the Witches never baked…?

Then we will cease.

Perhaps… Perhaps not. Only It knows, until I try.

Then try.

You tempt me…?

When have I not? he-heh.

Ah…ha… Fuck…

hehah.. he-hehh HAH! WHAT A GAME. BETS ARE IN, STAKES ARE SET!

Ahahahaaahaa!!! Hahaaaaaaa hahahaaaah-ah!! Oh…! Aha…! You are quite the riot, are you not? Ahahahaha!!! Aaahahaha!!! Aha!!! Ah…!

—

The laughter continued, and one clawed hand raised up as if to slap a knee. However it lands on the back of the Shepard.

Sending the both of them, the lamb and the wolf, hurtling back to reality.

Co-Written by Salem (As Pure Vanilla) Co-Written w/ Fox (As Shadow Milk)

[skeletonh0e]

Headcanons about us overstimulating the boys until they go dumb pls? 🥺👉👈

Oh ho! I like how you think, read more for NSFW, the reader is gender neutral and I kept their anatomy vague. There's talk of a "hole" but no explicit reference to any type of genitals.

Also so I don't have to repeat this for each boy, there is a safe word in place so they can always legit tap out if they need to. Remember to practice kinks like these safely

Overstimulation | 🔞 Minors DNI

Classic Sans :

Let it be known Sans is not someone that loses his composure very easily, he remains calm, collected and confident even under some extreme pressure

So it makes you rather proud when you have him whimpering, panting and moaning beneath you like a bitch in heat.

You loosely tied his wrists to the headboard of the bed, placing yourself happily in-between his legs to play with his cock at your pleasure. Sucking, stroking, licking, milking orgasm after orgasm out of him, strains of his cum littered on your face and chest

A borderline devilish smirk on your face as you do so, one that really completes the look you have going on right now

There is a part of him that's trying to act like you aren't getting to him as much as you actually are, but it's not really an act he can put up for long.

Especially as you make him cum again and he nearly cries from the oncoming wave of pleasure, hips bucking wildly as you pull your hot mouth away from his aching member

"holy fuckin' hell you're gonna be the death of me at this rate-"

You giggle as you watch the fresh load of cum spill out of him, idly collecting it with your hand as you go down to massage his seed around your hole, you don't need much preparation to be honest but it's a little show to put on for him

You can see his dick twitch pathetically despite another whimpering erupting from him

"You you wanna fuck me?"

"y-yeah..."

He's so cute like this you almost consider making him cum again and really beg before you let him inside you, but you have some mercy on him and position yourself properly. Feeling accomplished at the relieved groan he gives once he's finally penetrated you

You ride him for the next several rounds, while it gives you some much needed relief you're still hellbent on uttering pampering your boyfriend, making sure he finishes plenty. He's basically an exhausted bag of bones who might as well be brain dead by the end of it

You're there for after care, soothing him, cleaning him, cuddling him, always double checking to make sure you didn't actually go too far.

Which he always just chuckles at before teasing you, "really know how to make a skeletons day night huh?"

Underswap Sans :

He's been such a good boy lately and you can't help but want to utterly spoil him, he's normally so hellbent on pleasuring you after all. So why not make tonight all about him?

And with your special touch? The poor boy is utterly pubby in your hands.

You hold him tightly in your arms as he trembles and whimpers, roughly plunging the vibrating fleshlight up and down on his cock. Enjoying all the cries that escape from him as he cums again and again and again, the poor boy cannot fucking cope. Especially when you keep the toy tightly down then rock it back and forth on his pelvis

He moans your name like a fucking mantra, face completely flushed as he nuzzles deep into your chest basically seeing stars at this rate

He starts to beg and moan that it's too much, that he physically can't cum anymore, that he can't take it before you soothe him, tell him that he's doing great, how pretty and cute he looks all the while, that you love him, that he's such a good boy and you nicely ask if he can just cum one more time

And before you know he's already finished again, whimpering all the while

Eventually the toy is removed the thing oozing with his seed, you make eye contact with Sans as you take a deliberately slow lick from it

Just like that his previously completely used up dick is hard again.

"You want more?"

"f-fuck me properly...please....please....please-"

How can you deny such a sweet request?

He goes for several more rounds before he actually is finished though, once again surprising you with his stamina especially during aftercare where he seems mostly recovered.

He is now dead set on "repaying" you for this and you can't help but just give him a little kiss on the forehead

Underfell Sans :

This man? This man right here?

Does not bottom often and it's very rare he lets you have any form of control when you are on top, so when he does let you switch it up? You go all out, he's tied up good and you tease the hell out of him. Taking your time with his body, massaging every spot that earns a moan, biting certain tender areas and your movements being slow delicious torture on his cock

And he's an utter brat about it the entire time

Constantly squirming, cursing like a sailor and demanding that you fucking get on with it already only for you to giggle then proceed to just take your sweet time

You take pride and joy over slowly breaking that haughty attitude of his, first time he cums he just scoffs, the tenth time he cums he starts to get....desperate...

Definitely makes you work for it, but you know how to press every button by now. What really gets him going is when you slowly run his member across your soaking wet hole then move away once he attempts to jerk his hips toward it

Especially as you cum alongside him, pleasuring yourself while the other hand works his dick. Getting him so close to where he wants to be but not letting him.

"y-you evil f-fucking bitch! i-i swear when I get my fucking hands on you when i get my hands on you when i-"

"Boys that use that language don't get to be inside me, try again."

He cums three more times, before nearly sobbing then properly begging to have him fuck you and be your little boy toy for tonight

And you enjoy every second of the sight.

Rest assured, though, he WILL have his revenge. Maybe not tonight but soon.

Horrortale Sans :

You gotta be bold as fuck to want to overstimulate this man, let alone overstimulate him to the point his mind goes blank from pleasure

He's a bit of a wild card even outside of the bedroom when he's perfectly calm, having him experience multiple orgasms? You're gonna drive him beyond feral

He needs to not only be restrained but muzzled because he will start biting and biting hard once you two get deep into it

You ride him, roughly without any regard for pace, taking full advantage of the fact that his restraints don't allow him to properly match any of his thrusts, always pulling yourself off of him the moment he cums and all you hear are the lowest growls out of him

It's quite literally like watching a caged animal slowly go insane, he growls, he grunts, he desperately attempts to get out of his restraints and at one point you're worried he'll almost break them outright then he'll be set upon you

Which turns you on more than it should honestly, but until that actually happens you keep your focus on giving your unhinged lover more and more pleasure until he simply can't take it anymore.

He's not much for conversation during this, then again he wasn't exactly the biggest on pillow talk period but you make sure to praise and tease him all the while. It's not entirely clear if he hears everything you say between orgasms but there are certainly times where his body clearly reacts

And it reacts violently

You do finally let him finish inside, earning what can best be described as a primal yell from him that outright echoes off the walls

He passes out once he's reached his limit, you unrestrain him then work on caring for him, but about half way through cleaning him up his socket suddenly lights up and you're pinned down before you know it

You're in trouble <3

Underlust Sans :

You two always like to test limits, experiment, and generally see the best way to fuck each others brains out, this is definitely not the first time you've pulled this kind of stunt on him

And if there was ever one word to describe him, it was resilient

He has a lot of experience with this kind of thing and a lot of natural control over his body especially when it comes to sex so it's a definitely a case of go big or go home

He's not only tightly bound, but blindfolded with a vibrating cock ring on the highest setting with another toy being thrusting roughly in and out of his rectum, you deliberately controlling every movement of course

And he loves you taunt you about it, "this the best you can do baby? might just fall asleep over herrrrreeeee-!"

A particularly harsh thrust of the toy gets him to cum mid sentence tongue sticking out as she starts to drool rapidly

Rest assured you return his energy, asking if he's really got it altogether, teasing him by pointing out how violently his cock is throbbing is twitching and smugly asking if you're officially too much for him

It's fun banter, but it gets harder and harder for him to keep up especially as you get more aggressive in your approach in utterly dominating him.

And he won't lie it's hot as shit especially you seeming so eager to abuse him until he's basically your little fuck toy built for your entertainment, drooling like an animal and the perfect picture image of a needy little slut

Your little needy slut

By the time he uses the safe word and taps you, he immediately starts brain storming ideas for the next session you have together. Most definitely planning to return each moment you made him cum without mercy personally

[gottagobuycheese]

Going to the ocean to dunk my head under the waves and scream would cure me I know it would

[lazylittledragon]

what if i broke all the bones in your legs actually

[katsukistofu]

peaches (you're the cream of the crop)

contents ౨ৎ ⋆ touya todoroki x fem reader. fluff. slightly suggestive. cursing. ⭑ a series of grocery trips after touya is discharged from the hospital gives you both a sense of normalcy you never thought you’d be able to have again.

monday

“put it back.” he wrinkles his nose as you continue to pick out tomatoes from the neat stack in front of you. “i said put it back.”

you stick your tongue out and tie up the bag after you put the last tomato in, dropping it in the cart he was pushing.

“ew.”

you giggle, he was acting like a little kid.

“touyaaa, you have to eat your veggies to grow big and strong.”

“bullshit. all the brat eats is soba and he’s almost taller than me now.” he grumbles. “and tomatoes are fruits.”

“tastes like a veggie.” your hip gently bumps into his after you walk back to him from the vegetables. “and maybe shoto’s taller than you ‘cause he actually listens to me.”

he rolls his eyes at that, and hesitantly reaches for your hand.

he’s still not used to being with you like this, alone, despite knowing you stayed by his side through countless hospital visits he wished he was conscious for.

but it’s okay because you’re here now, soft skin soothing against his rough, charred flesh. you don’t seem to mind though, not even the fact that he tends to holds you a little more tightly than he used to.

touya doesn’t let go of your hand. not once. not when you went to get a napa cabbage, or when you inspected the peaches on sale for any mushy spots.

or even when he lets you drag him to a stand in the freezer aisle where a nice store employee offers you two samples of gyoza, which was surprisingly good considering it was from a brand you’ve never heard of.

you feed touya his share, his eyes wide as he waits for you to finish blowing on it for him before holding it in front of his lips to eat.

not until you ask “can you go get more bags for me touya?” in that soft voice of yours that turns his knees to jelly, does he even consider the idea of releasing you from his grasp. you ran out when you were getting green onions.

turquoise eyes flicker to you, a hint of disappointment in them. he really doesn’t want to let go.

with a quick glance around, it’s obvious the supermarket was practically empty. which made sense, the two of you purposely chose to come on a monday morning.

perfect.

you use the handle of the cart to push yourself on your tippy toes, taking the opportunity to give him a soft kiss on the cheek.

“please?”

he blinks rapidly, ducking his head down as he barely bites back a smile. you had him wrapped around your little finger and you didn’t even know it sometimes.

he’s always been weak for you.

“‘kay. be right back.” and you can’t help the laugh that bubbles up from your throat, knowing he means it this time.

from now on, he’ll always come back to you. to home.

he quickly returns from his trip to the dispenser roll of plastic bags near the checkout line and promptly dumps them in the cart.

“i changed my mind.” he says as he swiftly slips behind you to hug your waist, catching you in the middle of putting a packet of tofu skin in the nearly full cart. a soft weight can be felt on your hair as his chin rests on your head.

you smile, squeezing his forearms. “about what?”

“….i guess i’ll eat tomatoes.”

“awww, for me?”

“only for you.”

friday

— wild geraniums are rich in flower symbolism. they are associated with love, peace, joy, health, fertility, and spirituality.

it was a warm friday afternoon the next time you and touya go shopping.

the shizuoka prefecture had reached a new high today for the month, a sweltering thirty four degrees, and by the time you two get there you’re sweating bullets.

the cold air conditioning blasts you in the face, cooling your sweat as you’re met with the sight of mothers and elderly women bustling around, carts laden with fresh produce to last the next few weeks by cooking warm meals for their families.

he sighs next to you as the both of you stand in silence, enjoying the breeze for just moment longer.

touya grabs a basket for you, since you’re only planning to grab a few things for shoto anyway. a light pink sticky note rests on the palm of your hand, and he watches as you peer at the youngest’s neat handwriting.

a packet of soba noodles, a new pocky flavor, mousse matcha, that he wanted to try with his friends, and a bottle of green tea.

the two of you are in the snack aisle when he texts, touya too busy examining the ingredients of a box of choco-pie to notice you taking your phone out.

shoto [08:51]

Sorry for the late notice, can you please pick up a potted flower?

It’s for mom.

But don’t let Touya-nii pick.

It’s your choice that I trust.

you giggle at his remark, while your fingers fumble for the pen you know is somewhere.

thankfully, touya saves you by magically pulling it out from the depths of your bag, and places it in the palm of your hand.

you whisper a quick thanks and kiss his cheek. his face goes hot the moment you pull away to scribble on the list in your hand.

‘stop by the plant nursery’ is added to your sticky. it was only a block away on the way back to the todoroki house, so touya and you could just swing by really quick after getting shoto’s stuff. due to lack of a hard surface to write on, your writing was kind of messy.

maybe you should’ve asked touya if you could use his chest, but you doubt the grandmas in the aisle over would approve.

a new notification pops up on your screen.

natsuo [09:03]

helloo my favorite future sister-in-law

can u pick up some fish for sashimi pls

pls pls i got an A on my presentation today

touya leans over your shoulder to read the text and fakes a gag. he never liked fish, and eating it raw? no way in hell.

between the four of them inheriting most of their mother’s likeness (fuck whatever his dad’s weak ass excuse for genes was), you’d think they’d also gain her love of warm dishes like oden and niku-jaga.

as the eldest, of course it was his duty to set things straight and comment on his sibling’s questionable tastes.

you [09:04]

ew

you [09:04]

hot soba is better

mission accomplished, touya proudly hands your phone back to you. you bite back a laugh as you read his texts.

how eloquent of him.

natsuo [09:05]

????????

natsuo [09:05]

BITCH

I KNOW THATS YOU TOUYA

you roll your eyes at the two’s antics and grab your boyfriends hand, leading him to the seafood section.

a wide array of fish was displayed before you, and you take a picture of the ones labeled for sashimi.

you [09:10]

which one? :)

natsuo [09:11]

the salmon !!!!!

you [09:12]

ʕ •ᴥ•ʔゝ☆

natsuo [09:13]

THANK USOMHCH

I LOV YOU

MORE THANTOUYA

another notification appears as you quickly swipe out of natsuo’s texts before your boyfriend can throw your phone across the supermarket.

fuyumi [09:26]

are you guys at the mart right now?

you [09:27]

we are lol :9

did natsu brag about getting sashimi the moment he got home from his lecture?

fuyumi [09:28]

yeah.

giggling a little, you can almost hear her slightly exasperated tone.

you take a picture of an unsuspecting dabi looking at the frozen steamed buns and he side eyes you after you turn away, already having a sneaking suspicion who you were sending it to.

you [09:28]

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fuyumi [09:30]

fatass

you muffle your laughter as touya stalks over to you, swiping the phone out of your hands just as fuyumi texts again.

fuyumi [09:31]

anyways i was going to ask

can you add panko bread crumbs to your cart please?

i wanted make katsudon for you all tonight :>

touya’s types furiously as you hide your face in his chest in a silent fit of laughter.

you [09:32]

only if you take back calling me a fatass, fatass

fuyumi [09:33]

please i’ve hear worse threats from my kindergarteners in the sandbox

you’re almost to the checkout line, before touya stops you.

you don’t even have to take a glance in the direction he’s looking in.

“touya, no.”

“touya, yes.”

he wants to grin so bad but his new staples are still fresh from last week’s surgery.

his mouth settles for a safe pout to win your pity.

unfortunately for him you had an iron will in concerns to his health.

“the nurse said ‘no processed foods for the next thirteen days.’ that includes shrimp chips, dummy.”

your hand around his bicep is firm as you drag him away, and he stares longingly back at the snack aisle.

“where are we going?” he murmurs, the grocery bags that he had insisted carrying in one hand while letting you drag him along in the other.

he makes sure he’s walking on the side of the curb.

you slow your pace to walk beside him and he can hear the teasing smile in your voice.

“to bring a baby home to your mom.”

“okay… wait what?!”

he stares at the potted geraniums in your hands as you exit the plant nursery, eyes flicking up to meet your cheeky grin.

“our baby.”

so that’s what you meant.

you looked a little too pleased with yourself and had somehow gotten a smudge of dirt on your forehead in the process of choosing the perfect flowers for his mother.

he wipes it off with his thumb, and pretends to lick it to see your reaction. your squeals of protest and the way your eyes smile when you laugh make his stomach do a flip.

just like when he met you for the first time.

touya decides anything is worth it as long as he gets to see you make that face. especially pretending eating dirt. fuck the shrimp chips, the only snack he needed was you.

except you weren’t just a snack.

you were a goddamn meal.

he raises an eyebrow and smirks, eyes dancing with mischief as he looks down at you. a firm hand pressed against your belly as he places a painstakingly soft kiss on the spot where the dirt smudge used to be.

“don’t worry.” he breathes. you can feel him smile into the crook of your neck, his fingers caressing your stomach as you squirm ticklishly against him.

“i’ll get you a real one someday.”

you nearly drop the geraniums on his foot.

sunday

today is sunday.

meaning it’s weekly movie night in the todoroki household.

shoto was the one who made it a tradition, after liking it so much when he did it with his classmates. everyone agreed it was the perfect low-effort family bonding activity after a long week.

natsuo just finished taking his finals. you’re relieved not to see him pull anymore all-nighters.

fuyumi’s on summer break. letters from her students written in crayon and covered in silly doodles of her are litter the front of the fridge.

you smile as you pass by it when you’re on on the way to shoto’s room to help him do that little braid he liked on the side of his hair. he was starting to grow it out now.

rei makes sure to volunteer at the local gardening center in the mornings, ensuring her afternoons and evenings are free to spend time with her kids.

enji calls off from work the moment it hits six. his sidekicks at the agency can take care of whatever happens while he’s gone.

touya and you are in charge of buying snacks, and you get everyone’s favorite. after checking out, the two of you head home hand in hand.

you’re snuggled under a blanket with touya. it was shoto’s turn to choose a movie, and the sounds of shrek played as you grew sleepier and sleepier. touya’s warm arms, which had you trapped in his lap, were not helping.

you point at the plate of tuna mayo onigiri on the coffee table. rei and fuyumi had made them earlier while you and him were out at the supermarket.

“remember when you ate so many of those because natsuo dared you to and you got a tummy ache?” he lets out a noise akin to a giggle, and your mouth splits into a grin at the familiar sound.

memories of hot summers sleeping on the floor with the fan on full blast and staying up to see fireflies come flooding back to you.

lying on the roof, you remember him resting his head on your chest while pointing out constellations to you, echoes of shared laughter filling the night air as he’d get them wrong every single time.

the stolen glances at each other between bites of juicy watermelon and soba. his ears turning redder than the slice of fruit in his hands when you catch him staring, the smug look on your face quickly turning into one of concern as he choked on his food and you rushed to pat his back.

in the present, you cuddle up impossibly closer to him, and he shivers as your warm breath hits his neck.

you had really missed this. he did too.

he couldn’t wait to spend the rest of the summer with you.

the rest of his life, too. he wasn’t planning on leaving you alone again, not now, not ever.

with you in his arms, he focuses on the movie, laughing along with shoto as fiona attempts to yank out the arrow in shrek’s butt. he turns to you, a smile tugging at his lips. his hair looks even softer against the glow of the projector.

“would you love me if i turned into shrek?”

you grin, poking his cheek. “i’d miss this pretty face of yours too much.”

"scars and all?"

"scars and all."

he frowns playfully at that despite the butterflies coming to life in his stomach, and leans forward to rest his head against your shoulder. you smirk, catching a whiff of your conditioner. “i knew you only liked me for my looks.”

“shush.” you point at something on the coffee table.

he spots the bag of shrimp chips, not so subtly lighting up.

you must have snuck them onto the conveyor belt while you two were standing in the checkout line when he wasn’t looking.

“i love you so much holy shit.” he whispers, nuzzling into your shoulder.

“i know.”

cue the side eye from him.

you roll your eyes at his dramatics and turn around to straddle his strong thighs, raising your hands to gently hold his face in them.

touya shivers as your thumb brushes against his cheek, your touch sweet like the peaches he shared with you after breakfast that morning.

“i love you too.” you whisper back, just in time before he lifts the blanket up to cover the both of you in the dark as he hungrily leans forward to close the gap between you.

rei’s the first one to notice you two asleep on the couch as the ending credits roll.

she gets another fluffy blanket from the closet to layer on top of the one already on your sleeping forms, making sure you’re both properly covered.

she places a kiss on touya’s forehead, then yours, before hugging the rest of her children goodnight and giving them kisses as well.

enji follows suit, muttering a gruff goodnight to everyone. a chorus of quiet good nights trail after him as he lumbers off.

fuyumi, natsuo, and shoto are the last ones left in the living room.

they smirk knowingly at each other as they see touya squeeze you tighter in his sleep, mumbling something about how lucky he is that you’re his.

something about getting you a ring too.

as the three siblings exit the room, they wordlessly shared one last excited glance before heading separate ways to their respective beds. shoto was especially pleased.

when you started living with them, he could ask you to help braid his hair everyday.

he wants you to teach him when you have the time, too. touya could never get it right like you did when you weren’t here.

at least touya had enough of a grasp on his sense of style to help him pick outfits.

you, obviously, were already a todoroki in all of their hearts.

but they still couldn’t wait for their big brother to grow a pair and tie the knot with you.

[swisslerr]

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They taped over your mouth Scribbled out the truth with their lies Your little spies

crushcrushcrush by Paramore - The Brainrot Series

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