#i was tired when i started writing it and i'm sleep deprived finishing it up

[ancientbygone]

simulacra 3 [take me back to eden]

[sundowning]

Sleep's mimic forms of the vessels during the time period of TMBTE, because i can't be normal and start a series from the beginning and not the end.

more info + design breakdowns under the cut:

[obligatory "when talking about the vessels, i'm talking about characters" disclaimer]

background info on the whole idea:

Sleep as a being is shapeless in my mind; more of a concept than a creature. it can manifest as sort of an absence of light in any shape to others, usually to appeal to feeling/emotion. the only "rule" for that is that whatever Sleep tries to appear as cannot look more or less innocent/powerful than Sleep actually is, which usually manifests in two things: the size being different from the thing/person it's imitating, scaled according to power, and/or added features, usually in some way threatening or regal.

one of Sleep's more consistent forms it takes throughout interacting with Vessel is mimicking him, partially to create an illusion of the two being more similar than they actually are and partially because Sleep used to exist as Vessel's shadow when they'd just met. the visual itself has changed through time (you can see what it was like during Sundowning in my Higher artwork), and during TMBTE that visual is pretty much the titular song's character with the most minor tweaks (which is why i didn't draw it separately).

all that made me think about the idea of Sleep mimicking the other vessels just to fuck with Vessel further (to be clear, i am a strong believer that Sleep only interacts with Vessel in any way). so now here are the designs of those mimics during the events of TMBTE, utilizing the album's song characters much like the Vessel mimic. because again, i have to start a series from the end, i guess.

"ii"/ii mimic (song character used: AYROK)

the main idea driving the design of "ii" is the real ii's goal to keep Vessel more or less safe by being by his side in worshipping Sleep, which is the reason he'd decided to become the second vessel in the first place. the choice of AYROK as the character to use in this design is obvious. one of the ideas that stem from that is ii's duty/desire to keep his face hidden for Vessel's sake; only his hands are visible & detailed because that's the only part of him Vessel remembers before either of them became vessels of Sleep and the only part ii has really shown after that. another is ii's timidity in telling Vessel to go against Sleep's will because he fears that no matter how bad it may be, it'll be much worse if Vessel doesn't follow it. that part comes through in the pose - shyly holding his hands together as if they're tied.

"iii"/iii mimic (song character used: Aqua Regia)

the song character inspo being Aqua Regia is mostly because of the calmer nature of the song and the dynamic duo it makes with Vore, less so the themes of the lyrics. also its visual design. iii mimic's design themes are iii's adoration/borderline obsession with Vessel (wearing Vessel's jewelry and having elements of his robe in his shirt + his own face/mask slowly melting off) and his enagement with worship as an act/aesthetic rather than something more serious (the overabundance of jewelry and accessories; the extra arms; the body language; the cuffs around his arms and legs being decorative and not actually restricting). also the rings on his fingers make a checkered pattern.

"iv"/iv mimic (song character used: Vore)

the use of Vore for "iv" is obvious too. song wouldn't be the same without his real life self. the design really just aims to combine iv with the Vore character, but there are two big things here. the simplest one is anger issues, which is why he's So Goddamn Spiky and why his jacket looks like scarred skin rather than painted & customized. the anger mostly shows up in the body language: most of the time "iv" just stares unblinkingly with pure palpable ire in the two glowing dots for eyes, and when he does move it's very stiff and snappy and barely controlled. the other thing is that, simply speaking, the real iv got into this whole mess without knowing the full extent of it and now he's in too deep and kinda losing himself. in the design it's expressed through the human features gradually turning into bug-like, such as the hoodie fading into a segmented millipede-like body and the fucked up mantis hands, and the gold of the original iv's mask melting over the face with the horns being part of it. the spikes protrude from him in a way that makes it difficult to distinguish between jacket decorations and actual parts of his body, but the spines are definitely from his body & allow me to live the dream of iv with a mohawk LMAO

anyway have fun with these go nuts i'll make similar sheets & posts for Sundowning and TPWBYT eventually

#sleep token #sleep token art #sleep token ii #sleep token iii #sleep token iv #sleep token sleep #<- i cannot emphasize enough that ALL OF THESE ARE SLEEP IN DIFFERENT FORMS!!!!!! #IT'S ALL THE SAME BASTARD EXPLOITING VESSEL'S EMOTIONS IN DIFFERENT WAYS #take me back to eden #sleep token tmbte #bygone art #bygone talks #bygone writes #<- that's serious lore screw you /lhj #i was tired when i started writing it and i'm sleep deprived finishing it up #once again have fun if you draw any of these i would be more than thrilled please tag me in that

[farfromstrange]

Sub!matt idea. Sensory deprivation.

It can be common as a way of control, heighten the experiance or even to help calm and sooth to blindfold your partner and make them rely on other senses. But for Matt he already has this to the extreme which can be distracting able to hear three blocks away when all he wants to focus on is you his world in this moment.

After a day of honestly tiring input he just asks for you to take over he somtimes does that wanting someone else to control him for a while and he trusts you. And trusts you enough to fuck you with his hearing either gone or reduced only able to feel, smell and taste you which is more then enough. Esspecially when you focus on the touch lavishing his body with sensory your hands never off him roaming, soothing holding. Your lips almost always on him kissing, sucking biting anything to elicit the sweet groans of him. He keeps a hand on your chest or throat not controlling but to be able to sense your rumbling groans and soft sighs feel the uptick in your heart rate as he focuses on you and only you

I am SO sorry that this took so long! And when I finally started writing it, I got carried away, so it took me two whole days to finish. But I wanted it to be good enough after I left you hanging.

On that note, your smutty thoughts make me feral!! Not gonna lie, I sat in my lecture the other day and I couldn't stop thinking about this, which is why this turned out to be over 4k words. On this page, we celebrate sub!Matt and all that comes with him!

Thank you so much for your request, and I hope I could do it justice <3

Sensory Deprivation | Matt Murdock x afab!Reader

Masterlist

Pairing: Matt Murdock x afab!Reader

Summary: The world tends to get a bit loud, but thankfully, you're there to help Matt focus.

Warnings: SMUT (18+ MINORS DNI), sub!Matt, use of "good boy", oral m!receiving, swallowing, use of earplugs (sensory deprivation), Matt's catholic guilt, slight blasphemy, (almost) coming untouched, mention & use of safe word/action

Word Count: 4.4k

A/n: I'm so horny for this man, I can't function. Also, even though I did proofread this, I'm not sure if I missed any mistakes. My brain doesn't function as well as it used to. I'm sorry in advance.

More than anyone in this world, Matt believes he has to function, always, and without exceptions. He believes that he has to be useful, always doing something and never resting. His heightened senses make it impossible for him to turn his back on even the most minuscule cases of injustice, and he still beats himself up time and time again because he can’t be everywhere at once. He hears everything, smells everything, and feels the despair in the air, but in the end, he can’t take on the weight of the world all by himself. 

Ever since he met you, you have become his reprieve. You’re the haven he returns home to when everything gets just a little too much. When his senses are flooded and his heart is heavy. He crawls to you when he’s wounded, and he would crawl to you if he only had a few more minutes to live. You’re the first person he thinks of when he wakes up, and the last person he thinks of when he goes to sleep at night, preferably holding you in his arms to make sure that you won’t slip away from him. In you, he has found someone who would never judge him for who he is. Someone who will always stand by his side proudly, and someone who will hold him when he’s at his weakest. And he has been hanging off the edge of his breaking point for quite some time, holding on for dear life.

You can tell Matt must have had an awful day from the second the key turns in the lock to your shared apartment. His feet drag over the wooden floorboards as he makes his way inside. You look up from your book. 

Matt takes a deep breath, dropping his bag by the door. His shoulders are tense. He folds his cane, places it aside, and removes the red glasses you’ve grown to love—but you don’t nearly love them as much as his beautiful brown eyes, the green specks so distinctive, you could recognize them anywhere.

“Rough day?” you ask. 

He opens the first button of his dress shirt with shaky fingers. “Yeah. I don’t wanna talk about it,” he says. 

He hasn’t said hi to you like he usually would. Tonight seems to be one of those nights again. You know Matt well enough to pick up on the subtle clues in his behavior. He’s overwhelmed, possibly even anxious, and the weight he always carries on his shoulders is threatening to crush him. He’s walking a very thin tightrope, and he’s about to fall off. 

You place your book on the coffee table and straighten up. He rounds the couch you’re sitting on, his unfocused eyes searching for you. Your heartbeat resonates in his ears. Your breathing is regular. You’re calm. You’re his rock. You won’t let him drown, no matter how strong the current is that is dragging him down. 

Raising your eyebrows, you look up at him when he stops right in front of you. “No hello kiss?” you dare to ask. It’s a soft question, a little teasing, but he knows you mean well. 

Matt shakes his head. As soon as he breathes you in, he’s done for. His brain cells fry on the electric chair of his mind. His heart starts beating up to his throat. You’re so close yet so far away. You smell incredible; you must have showered after work, and then you sat down with your favorite tea and read your favorite book while waiting for him so you could have dinner together. You’re so considerate, you even used his scentless soap so all he would be able to smell is your natural scent. You consume him. The city moves into the background, and the bricks are about to fall off his shoulders. He’s close to collapsing, falling on his knees and begging you to take control to just make him forget, but he isn’t quite there yet.

A car honks in the distance. The night is calling for him. His hand clenches into a fist at his side while the other rests flat against his thigh. 

You slowly rise from your position. “Matthew,” you breathe his name like a siren. “What do you need?”

He sniffs. His fingers twitch. He has to go out, but he can’t. You envelop him in a bubble, and it makes him feel like he isn’t alone. Like he isn’t trapped. Like he can finally let go after holding on for so long. 

“Talk to me,” you say. 

His tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip. “There was so much noise,” Matt whispers back. “I couldn’t… I couldn’t focus. I’m trying to stay in control, but I can’t focus, and—” He breaks off into a shaky sigh. 

You chase his eyes; they’re glossed over. You reach out to tilt his chin in your direction. His eyes flutter closed. A stray tear slips down his cheek. It’s a tear stemming from months of exhaustion, physical pain, and emotional turmoil. He tried to push through, but he’s arrived at a point of no return. He’s breaking, and you’re the only one capable of catching him. 

After another deep breath, Matt’s eyes open again. “You’re here,” his voice is still barely above a whisper, but the smile that starts to grow on his lips speaks the language of relief. 

“I’m always here,” you answer. 

“You keep me sane.”

“I know.”

“I’m sorry I’ve been distant.”

“I also know that, but it doesn’t matter. I know how hard it is for you. If you need to be distant for a while and then blow off some steam, I’m okay with it.”

He shudders when your fingers brush his cheek. The faint bruise underneath his eye has turned green. You trace the injury with gentle fingertips. 

“What did I do to deserve you?” he says. 

You smile back at him, knowing he can feel it, and you guide him toward your face. “You exist,” you tell him. “That’s enough for you to deserve me.”

His nose brushes against yours, but before his lips can meet yours, he stops. He inhales your scent. He feels your pulse under his fingers from where he’s wrapped them around your wrist. Your skin feels so soft against his. He’s no longer on fire. The world is no longer on fire. He can let go. He wants to know that it’s okay to let go, but the voice in his head is telling him to stop. The crossroads he finds himself at won’t let him leave in the direction he wants to go. 

You can feel his inner turmoil. He’s holding back. He always does so. You’ve been together for what feels like forever, and he still doesn’t know how to ask for what he wants. What he needs. What he deserves. You told him to be primal when he needs to be. You told him to admit when you need to take over. He never does it out of his own free will. He waits until you force him into submission. 

Tonight should be the night he finally tells you. Matt needs to learn that his needs matter just as much as yours. His catholicism can go to hell for all you care. 

“I need—” He swallows. “I-I need t—”

“Go ahead,” you urge him. 

“Ugh,” the sound resembles a broken growl. And then, the barriers finally break. “I need you to take over,” he begs. “I need you to help me breathe again, sweetheart. Please. I need you.”

God, he sounds so wrecked. 

“You want me to take control?” you ask to clarify. 

He nods. “Yes.”

“Okay. Good boy. I can do that.”

Matt’s lips part in a weak whimper in response to your praise. Calling him a ‘good boy’ always has the same welcome effect. You don’t even have to look down to know that his cock is slowly swelling in his slacks. 

All the blood has rushed from his head and his beautiful rosy, stubbly cheeks to his groin. It doesn’t take much to turn him on, especially not in his current state—especially not if it’s you.

Hearing him admit that he needs you like this makes you feel a myriad of emotions. You want to take care of him, you want to love him, and you want to give him a moment of peace amongst the constant chaos, but there is also something so arousingly erotic about the way he begs for you to take control that makes your thighs clench. 

Often enough, he is the one taking care of you. Matt is a giver, not a taker. He always puts you first, but on some days, he just can’t bear it anymore. And you couldn’t possibly ask him to take charge in bed in his current state. It would break him. He’s a vulnerable man, whether he likes to admit it or not, and he can be as fragile as an ancient vase. You have to handle him with care on those days, which is all you intend to do as you guide him to your shared bedroom. 

You gently urge him to sit down on the bed. “Do you trust me?” you ask. 

His unfocused eyes flick from one side to the other. “Always,” he breathes out. 

“Good. Lie back for me. I’m going to take such good care of you, I promise.”

He would never doubt that. 

You climb into his lap, and finally, you kiss him. His lips part slightly in a desperate groan. Before he can slide his tongue into your mouth though, you pull away. His grabby hands are already resting on your hips, wandering, and wandering, and…

“Nuh-uh,” you tell him, taking hold of his calloused fingers and placing them on your upper thighs. “Patience, baby.”

“Please,” Matt begs. You love it when he begs. He’s completely putty in your hands. You could tell him to get on his knees and pray, and he would, no matter how blasphemous it may be. 

He’s holding onto you for dear life. You place his hand against the left side of your chest, allowing him to feel your heartbeat. He isn’t leaving you cold. He never does. Alone the sight of him is enough to make your thighs clench with need, but straddling him, you can’t get the friction you need. 

You reach for the nightstand to your right, opening the drawer. You know exactly what he needs. “Turn your head for me,” you murmur. 

Matt follows your instructions without questioning them. Finally finding what you were looking for, you retrieve the earplugs from the bedside drawer. This isn’t the first time you have used them on him, or he has used them on you. The specific brand renders you almost entirely deaf and renders Matt’s enhanced hearing almost to an entirely normal level.

You gently put the first plug into his left ear, then the other into his right. Before you push it in though, you ask, “Do you remember our safeword?” 

He nods. “Red,” he says. 

“Good boy. And when you can’t speak?”

“Tap your wrist three times.” His lips curl up into a weak smile. “Usually, I’m the one asking you that.” 

“Not tonight, you aren’t. May I put this in now?” You tap the earplug.

He nods again. It’s all the confirmation you need before inserting it, reducing his hearing completely. He lets out a sigh of relief. He closes his eyes, and you know he’s trying not to cry. 

“Are you sure you’re up for this?” you ask, cradling his cheek. His stubble scratches your fingertips, but it’s a welcome pain. 

He can still hear what you’re saying, feel the vibrations in your chest from where his hand is resting, and he smells you so much clearer now that he no longer has to listen to the city screaming at him in the background. Your arousal gets stuck to the tiny hairs in his nose, and he inhales sharply. Every nerve in his body is on fire. 

Matt moans. His tongue darts out, tasting the air. For a moment, he forgets that you just asked for his consent. Everything is so much more intense, yet it isn’t nearly enough. 

“Matthew,” you nudge him. “Talk to me.”

“Yes,” he whispers. At least he thinks he’s whispering. 

You smile, seemingly satisfied with his answer, and then you lean down to kiss him again. This time, you let him push his tongue into your mouth, tasting you, feeling you, and consuming all of you. He wants every ounce of you ingrained in his mind forever. 

His hands slide under your shirt, feeling the warmth of your skin. His focus is on you entirely. You help him take the pesky piece of fabric off, followed by his own. He’s suddenly so hot. 

Your teeth clash when you kiss. His cock is hard as a rock, pressing against his lower abdomen. You can feel it between your thighs. It must be painful for him. 

His kisses trail from your mouth, down your neck. He tastes the salt on your skin. Your pulse jumps as he drags his tongue over the vein. It’s a primal need. He needs to mark you. He needs to taste you, all of you, and make you his for all the world to see. An animalistic growl escapes his lips. His teeth dig into your skin. He nibbles just enough to make you moan, your chest vibrating underneath his hand. Matt doesn’t even hesitate to grab a handful of your breast, tugging at your sensitive nipple until it’s stiff enough to rival his aching cock. 

You throw your head back, your jaw slack, and he uses the newfound space to kiss down to your collarbone. You’re going to be purple and bruised tomorrow, but you don’t care. 

With a demanding grip on his hair that pulls at his scalp and causes him to groan against your shoulder, you push his head toward your chest. He isn’t in control, you are, and you know how much he loves to please you. 

Like a man starving, he sucks your nipple into his mouth. No, it’s not just your nipple. He takes as much as he can into his mouth, his teeth grazing the sensitive nub only momentarily before he moves on to the rest of your silky skin. 

You moan. You have to let him know that you’re enjoying yourself. He feels the sound deep within your chest from where his hand is resting, and the way your breast moves slightly when you moan. Matt only becomes more eager when he feels and smells what he’s doing to you. 

The scent of you is addicting. Your arousal smells slightly sour, sometimes slightly metallic, but most of all, it is you. And when he tastes your essence on the tip of his tongue without even licking at your slick folds because you are simply that wet, it makes him feral with this insanely primal need to have you. 

He wants to spread you out before him and taste you until you’re coming all over his face. Though today, he is too weak to keep you restrained to the mattress. Matt takes what he can get, what you are willing to give him, and he does so eagerly, like the good boy that he wants to be for you. 

With the world silenced, he can focus on you. The way your heart is hammering against your ribcage, right against his palm. The way your chest heaves with every labored breath you take as he sucks and sucks at your breast until your nipple is beyond swollen. He can feel how smooth your skin is, smell the remnants of your body lotion that he sometimes steals so he can smell you everywhere he goes, and the slight sheen of sweat that has started to cover your body from head to toe. And he can smell your arousal so thick in the air, his cock jumps at the mere thought of sinking into your tight walls—of being completely consumed by you, body and soul. He doesn’t need to hear right now, all he needs to do is feel you. 

You know about his desperate urge to please. You know that, even while you’re in charge, he wants nothing more than to make you feel good. Matt is anything but selfish. But his selflessness doesn’t have a place in this bedroom tonight. 

As crazy as his mouth on your breasts is driving you into an oblivion of pure ecstasy, your walls clenching around nothing, you find it in yourself to pull him away. 

With his eyes hooded, he looks so delicious. His cock is still straining against his lower abdomen in his underwear. When you pull him away, his expression reads offense. You can’t help but snicker. 

“Did you think I’d let you make this about me?” you say just loud enough for the sound to reach through the earplugs. 

He exhales. “I was praying,” he says. 

Praying. He is too far gone to realize. There are sides to Matt Murdock you love more than others, and when he becomes blasphemous, it does things to you. This good catholic boy turns into mush when you just touch him, and then you are his God. You’re who he wants to worship, and he would pray to you, worship at the altar of your body, and drink your essence like holy water if it meant being all over you and inside of you. And you take your position very seriously. 

He trusts you. That is not a small feat. He trusts you with his body and soul, and he trusts you with the most vulnerable parts of him, be it in bed or merely a hug after a bad day. You know what he needs, and he trusts you to take care of him. He wouldn’t let just anyone do what you do to him.

“What were you praying for?” you ask him. 

“You,” he whispers. 

“You can have me, but first… focus.”

He told you he was losing focus because the world was far too late, so with the noise reduced, you will help him focus on something other than the world out there. 

“Feel that?” You kiss his mouth, and from there, you move down to his stubbly jaw. “Focus on that. Focus on me.”

Matt sucks in another sharp breath. While one hand still rests on your chest, the other comes to rest around your neck, feeling your pulse, feeling you, and his eyes flutter closed at the feeling of your luscious lips all over him. 

Your kisses trail down his neck. You pay close attention to the sensitive spot behind his ear. He moans. His hips buck upward. He’s so painfully hard, his cock has already started leaking pre-cum into his boxers. 

Each scar, each indentation on his skin that reminds you of all the good he does at the expense of his health, you kiss. You trace your tongue over the healed wounds, feeling the warmth of his skin seep into yours. He’s so sensitive. 

His fingers involuntarily clench around your neck, but you don’t mind. He’s not choking you, he’s simply trying to hold on. You have established a safe word for a reason, after all. He can get carried away the same way you can get carried away.

You wouldn’t dare push him too far though. Not tonight. Not when he’s already this wrecked underneath you. You purposefully leave his nipples out of the equation and move further down his body. His abs tense under your tender touch. You can’t help but smile. 

And him? Matt feels like he’s floating. He can feel every kiss against his heated skin, your fingertips tracing his scars after you’ve so sensually pressed your mouth against them, and he can feel your every breath as you move downward. Every kiss leaves a series of shivers in its wake. He’s hot, yet he’s cold. He needs more, but at the same time, you are already close to driving him into overstimulation. 

His balls tighten. He can’t believe that the feeling of you is enough to make him want to explode. He knows that if you touch his cock now, he might as well come right then and there. It’s so much more intense like this when he doesn’t get distracted by the world outside. You are his world, and you are all he focuses on. 

You move further down until you reach his boxers. His arm is no longer long enough to keep his hand around your neck, so he moves it into your hair. It’s a silent warning, you suppose because he is close. You only kissed him, and he’s already so close to coming undone. You don’t blame him. He’s been so tense lately. 

You press a kiss to his hip bone before murmuring against his milky skin, “It’s okay.”

Matt whimpers. Your words make their way into his bloodstream. 

You pull his boxers down. The cold air hits his aching tip and the way his back arches makes you almost feel bad. You spit into your hand, but you make sure your palm is warm enough before you reach for his girth. 

The moment you touch him, he’s done for. “Sweetheart, I can’t–” he chokes out, but you shush him by placing your lips against his tip. 

You lick at the salty pre-cum. It tastes like him. You can’t deny that you missed this while he was so distant from you. This is as much for you as it is for him, that is something you can’t deny either. You’re a little selfish tonight. Just a little. 

His words of protest get swallowed by a needy moan, and his fist tightens in your hair. He’s not going to last long. 

Matt is not one to come early. The guilt swallows him faster than you can swallow his cum, which is why he always holds himself back. Tonight though, you won’t let him torture himself for your pleasure. You hate it when he does it. 

“Ugh!” the moan comes from the depths of his chest. “Fucking–God!”

You take him into your throat as far as you can without gagging, and what you can’t take, you wrap your hand around. He’s so thick, and he’s so incredibly big—you can feel the tears forming in your eyes. But God, he is so beautiful with his head thrown back, brown eyes squeezed shut, and that little drop of sweat dripping down his temple. It’s lewd, it’s erotic, and it makes your thighs clench. 

All of his reservations vanish when you take him all in. Your throat is tight, but you’re enthusiastic. Your tongue traces the vein on the underside of his cock, moving back up to the overly sensitive head. Your hands cup his balls. Every time you go down on him, Matt swears he can feel heaven reaching its hand out to him.

He grips your hair a little tighter, his other hand tangling in the sheets. He’s so close. He twitches, painfully so. And when he comes, he instinctively pulls your head upward so you won’t choke. His hot cum spurts down your throat, and you have no choice but to swallow. 

You surprise both yourself and him when you fight against his hand and force yourself down far enough so that your nose brushes the base of his cock, and you gag. 

Your throat is so tight and hot that it drags his orgasm on for eternity. He can hear his blood rushing in his ears. His heart is racing out of his chest as if it has somewhere to be. The fire ripples through him, the inferno turning into a dangerous explosion that tears his nerves apart, putting them back together just to tear them apart again. He feels as though the skin is falling off his very fragile bones, and his muscles collapse in on themselves. 

Matt can’t breathe. When he finally manages to untangle his hands from your hair, he lies there. The blood in his ears is obnoxious. He can’t hear. He can’t see. And suddenly, he can’t even feel anymore. He doesn’t exist. Reality slips away into a moment in time. Now, he’s dying. It feels like he is dying. 

You pull off his cock, catching your breath. His cum trickles down the corner of your mouth. You wipe it away. Pressing a kiss to his hip bone, you look up through your lashes. At first, he looks blissed out, but his expression quickly changes. 

He can’t talk. You take his hand. “Matt,” you coax him. 

Not even his chest is lifting in time to accommodate his heavy breathing. His body is shaking as every ounce of stress falls off his shoulders, and his nerves fall victim to the inferno that is still wreaking havoc inside of him.

He taps your wrist three times. 

“Okay,” you murmur. You quickly climb back up his body. 

“Out,” he manages to tell you, weakly pointing to the earplugs. 

“Okay, baby. I’ve got you. Just breathe.”

You pull the earplugs out as fast as you can. Matt’s arms wrap around you, searching for a lifeline, and he pulls you against him.

“Shhh.” You cradle his head in the crook of your neck. 

You hold him like this for a while. You hold him against you tightly, gently, as if he is the most fragile thing you have ever held. 

Eventually, his breathing returns to normal. His heart starts to slow down. His fingertips no longer dig into your back as desperately as they have before. He’s just content now. 

You press your lips to the crown of his head. “You okay?” you dare to ask. 

Matt takes a moment before he nods. He leans back slightly. “Thank you,” he breathes. 

“For what?”

His lips curl into a tired yet satisfied smile. “For helping me focus.”

You smile back at him. “My pleasure,” you say, and you lean down to capture his lips in a loving kiss. 

“I love you,” he murmurs into the kiss.

“And I love you, Matthew Michael Murdock.”

“Oh, you love me that much, huh?”

You giggle, “Shut up!” before you pull him in for another kiss. 

For now, he needs to catch his breath and pick up the pieces you shattered by giving him this orgasm, but you know that once he does, it is going to be a long night for you. And you won’t be able to find it in yourself to complain. Not that you want to, anyway.

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Hey pookie it's me and what about veneer x male reader where reader is just overworking and doesn't know when to stop working with readers job can you make him a drafter pwetty pwease🥺

(I'm sorry for all the veneer requests I'm getting destroyed by work and I'm starved of veneer comfort)

A/N ~ Sure pookie! I don’t mind the requests at all, so send as many as you’d like! I also don’t know much about being a drafter, so I’m sorry if anything’s inaccurate!🩷

~Time to Stop~

Veneer x Male!Overworking!Drafter!Reader

Fandom: Trolls 3: Band Together

Relationship: Romantic

Synopsis: You’ve been overworking yourself, and Veneer’s not having it.

Warnings: Reader overworking himself, Veneer lecturing Reader

“Just finish this drawing, and then you can rest.”

That’s what you’ve told yourself six times. So obviously, you haven’t gotten your rest yet. You don’t know why you have so much trouble stopping. You just feel the need to constantly be working. You’ve been working nonstop for almost three days, and your wrist was killing you. Not to mention, you’re absolutely exhausted. But you won’t stop.

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“Why won’t he pick up? Do you think he’s okay?” Veneer asked his sister. He’s tried calling you seven times already, and you haven’t answered. He was getting really worried, and starting to pace.

“Veneer, for like, the millionth time, I do not know! If you’re so concerned, just go visit him.” Velvet responded, just wanting her brother to leave her alone.

“You know what, I will!” His mood changed to a more happy one, excited to see you. He grabbed his car keys, and drove to your work.

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The moment Veneer arrived, he was frantically searching for you. When he finally found you, he called out your name, causing you to jump. He ran into your arms. “You’re okay!”

“Uh… yeah? Oh course I’m okay, why wouldn’t I be?” You asked, puzzled.

Veneer pulled away. “Because you haven’t answered any of my calls! I’ve tried calling you so many times!”

You were slightly shocked and confused, so you pulled your phone out of your bag. Seven missed calls. “Oh…. sorry. I guess I was so busy, I didn’t notice.”

Veneer scoffed, his lips forming into a pout. “Yeah. Of course you were busy. You’ve been busy for the past three days! I haven’t even seen your face until now! Why even are you so busy? Is it your boss? I can talk to them if they’re making you work too hard!”

“Oh, no, that’s okay! It’s not my boss. I guess one day I just… kept going and never stopped.”

Veneer didn’t quite understand what you meant. He glanced over at your desk, looking at the many papers, supplies and your cluttered computed screen.

“Why? You look so tired, so why haven’t you stopped?” He asked, genuinely confused.

“I don’t know. I just get like this sometimes. I start working, and I don’t let myself stop.” You sat on your chair, taking a much needed rest. You looked sleep deprived and malnourished, and Veneer did not like it.

“Babe, that not okay. You need to stop working.”

“I know… but I just want to finish this one-“

“No (name). It’s time to stop. Right now.” Veneer pulled you out of your chair, and grabbed your bag for you. You were going to protest some more, but he had this strict and determined look that made you cave.

“Fine.” Veneer smiled, and you both went to his car. You didn’t realize how tired you really were, until you fell asleep in the passenger’s seat.

Veneer promised himself that he’d never let you overwork yourself again.

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~~baileypie-writes

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[multi-fandomlovers-world]

141+Alejandro, Rodolfo and Konig Pamper Their S/O Is Overworking and Needs A Break

TW: Fluff, Sfw

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Simon "Ghost" Riley:

Now Ghost pretty much notices everything. Literally. If something was off, he would figure out what's going on and how to solve it

He sees you in the office of the house you two shared. You were going through recordings, and documents. He can see that you are tired through your eyes

He loves you and cares about you a lot. He doesn't want to see you overwork yourself to the point where you are sleep deprived and not eating. This gives him a chance to help you take a break and pamper you.

Simon comes from behind you and holds you by your waist, pushing your hair away from your shoulder and kisses the side of your forehead. This always makes you smile and feel loved.

"Hey love, are you doing alright? I haven't seen you since this morning. You've been working so hard on all this. Why don't you come out to the living room with me and take a break?"

Hey Si, I'm doing ok. I know I'm sorry, I just got caught up with doing all these recordings and documents. I guess I loss track of time. That sounds amazing, baby but I still got-"

"Don't apologize, it's ok. It's also ok to take a break, plus you need it. I just don't want to see you overwork yourself. So let me care if you and I'll even cook us dinner, ok?"

You nodded and smiled softly. You turn towards him as he bent down and kissed you softly.

He picked you up and carried you out into the living room, setting you down on the couch. He made you some tea and massaged your neck and shoulders

After that, he made dinner for the both of you, and cuddled next to you on the couch. He held you while you relaxed in his arms and ended up taking a nap with him

John "Soap" Mactavish:

John notices things pretty quickly when it comes to you or work. He sometimes gets distracted by whatever he's doing at that time. If something's off, he'd figure it out quickly

He noticed that you hadn't come out of the bedroom at all since he was with you in the morning. He decides to go into the bedrolm and see what you are up to

John walks in the bedroom, seeing you typing on the computer and writing things down in a journal. He sits beside you and kisses your cheek which makes you smile

"Hey lass, you doing ok? I haven't seen you come out of the bedroom since this morning. Maybe you should come take a break"

"Hey, love. I'm ok, I have to do this presentation for work and I have so much to do. I just need to finish a few more things and then I can come-"

"Hen, you've gotten a lot done already from what I'm seeing. I just worry about you and I don't need my girl overworking herself. Just let me take care of you, ok? Can you do that for me?"

You nodded and he kissed you softly on the lips. He pulls the computer away and puts it back where it was so he can come behind you and starts massaging your shoulders. He can feel how tense you were from working so hard

John takes you into the bathroom and draws you a warm bath so you can relax. After your bath, you're back in the bedroom and John brings you a warm cup of tea and makes you something to eat since he knew you didn't eat.

He holds you from behind and craddles you into his chest, allowing you to listen to his heart. You finally got relaxed and ended up falling asleep on him. He continues to cradle you and kisses your forehead.

John "Captain" Price:

Price is so caught up with his work, it tends to distract him from noticing things. He's good at catching onto things when it comes to you

He noticed by the afternoon that you hadn't come out of the office for quite some time. He didn't see you come out to eat or even come spend time with him

Normally, he doesn't think much of it cause he knows you work but he ended up being worried about you. He loves you and cares about you so much, so he ends up checking it out for himself

He walks in and finds you looking at the wall. There you were looking at writings, news articles, and pictures to try and connect the dots. He smiled softly and walked over to hold you from behind.

"Hey doll, how are you doing today? I haven't seen you come out at all. How about I take you away from all this?"

"Hey baby, I'm doing good. I just got to get through more of these papers and I'll be done. I'd love for you to do that but-"

"But, you are overworking yourself, darling. Besides, you got a lot done from what I'm seeing. So, how about you and I go cuddle next to the fire pit and I'll even make you something to eat and some tea. You deserve a break"

You sighed and nodded. He took your chin and had you look up at him, kissing him gently on the lips

You and Price walked out into the living room, he started the fire in the pit as you laid down. He also gave you a warm cup of tea before laying behind you and holding you by your waist

His hands were caressing your thighs as you laid against him and you turned to kiss him on the cheek and tell him thank you

He smiles softly and nods while resting with you.

He'd occasionally check on you while you rested against him. He'd see that you had fallen asleep on him and he just continues to hold you the rest of the day.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick:

Kyle normally let's you be when you are working. He doesn't want to be a distraction for you cause he knows work can be important too

He noticed that you were in the office for quite some time. At first, he didn't want to think much of it but he felt the need to go check on you

He walks into the room and sees you, humming at the soft music in the background and going through papers for a presentation.

He smiles softly while turning you around quickly before your eyes and kisses you passionately on the lips

"Hello my beautiful lady, how are you doing? You haven't come out of here for a while now. Why don't you come out here with me and I'll treat you to something to eat? Maybe come relax for a while?"

" Hi, baby, I'm doing good. I know, I guess I lost track of time going through all this stuff. I am hungry and would be nice to get away from all this for while"

He smiles and you do too. He kisses you one more time and takes your time to guide you into the living room. Kyle starts making food for the both of you and gives you a cold cup of water.

After eating, he sits next to you on the couch and wraps his arms around you. He tells you he loves you and you're doing a good job on your project. You smiled because he always knew how to make you feel better

Alejandro "Colonel" Vargas:

Alejandro is almost busy trying to keep up with work and it gets in the way. With you, he will notice everything and it feels like something is off, he'll find a way to fix it

He noticed that you'd been in the spare room of the place you two shared, you hadn't come out for quite some time. Of course he worries about you so he feels the need to go check it out and see if you are doing ok

He finds you, typing up a paper that had to be due for your job. He could tell you looked stressed out and tired

He comes behind you and kisses your forehead, leaving you with a soft smile on your face. He presence always made a difference when he was with you

"Mi Reina, you look stressed out about all this paper. Why don't you take a break and I'll treat you to some relaxation?"

"Amor, I gotta finish this paper by the end of week. I don't wanna be late with this and I'd love to but-"

"Mi Reina, you got a lot done already and I'm proud of you, but you need a break. It'll be good for you. Let me take care of you and I'll cook us some sopes"

You smiled and nodded as you turned towards him. He cupped your face and kissed you passionately. You held his face as he took you out into the living room.

He poured you a glass of water as he started cooking for the both of you. You sat on the couch, watching him cut up the food.

He served you up some food and sat next to you. You laid on his chest, as he caressed your back and pushed the hair out of your face. This made you fall asleep and he continued to hold you while you napped.

Rodolfo "Second In Command" Parra:

Rodolfo pretty much notices everything when it comes to you. He'll drop everything that he's doing to make sure you are doing ok and if you need anything. He loves you so much and you are his life, and treasure

He noticed that you were not in the living room and you'd been in the bedroom for quite some time. The only time he was with you was in the morning.

He typically doesn't try to worry too much about you but since he hasn't see you since that morning, he knew something was up and went to go check it out

He walks in the bedroom and sees you, walking around and papers, pictures and documents, trying to connect everything to a case.

Rodolfo smiles in relief and comes to turn you around by surprise and kiss you softly. You smile and hug him tightly cause you missed his presence

"Mi Alma, how are you doing? You've been here since this morning. Have you ate or anything? Why don't you come out here with me and I'll take care of you"

"Corazón, I'm doing good so far. I know, I guess time slipped away and I wasn't paying attention. No I haven't eaten yet, but the food sounds pretty good right now. That would be great if you did pull me away from all this"

"Your wish is my command, Mi Alma"

You kissed him again and he took your hand to guide you outside on the porch. You sat down as he gave you a soda and started cooking up some food.

After you both ate, he messaged your shoulders and neck. He could feel how tense you were from working

After a message, he started the fire in the pit and sat next to you, wrapping his arms around you. He wrapped the blanket around the both of you as you two laid there, enjoying the warmth of the fire and watching the stars together

König:

Konig notices everything like Ghost. He tends to keep an eye out if he feels like something is off. He also loves you so much that he'll drop everything to figure out what's going on and fix the problem.

As he was putting clothes in the dryer, he noticed that you have been in the office for quite some time. Of course, he worries about you but he really tries not to think the worst so instead, he walks over to see how you are doing

As he walks in, he sees you on the phone with your art director and that you had to get it done by the end of the week. You had already started on it but you were sitting there, with your hands on your head, rubbing your forehead

He came behind you and held you by your waist. He kissed your cheek softly

"Liebing, you doing ok? You seem stressed out. Maybe I can come take you away from this and help you relax?"

"My love, I'm doing ok but I'm stressed out. I have to get this stuff done before the deadline. I'd love for you to do that but I got so much going on here I can't-"

"Schatz, you can do this and I'll be here at support. You need to break and you know I worry about your mental health and physical health. Just let me at least take your mind off it for today. Ok?"

You sighed and nodded. Konig smiled and kissed you softly as he picked you up and carried you into the bedroom. He left the room after to get a hot cup of tea for you as well as something to eat. He came back in the room, giving you the tea and food.

After eating, he got behind you on the bed and messaged your whole back, feeling that you were tense. He then had you lay on his chest

He caressed your back lightly as you began to fall asleep on his chest. He'd check on you and miss your forehead.

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[bellaxgiornata]

I still haven't forgotten about the last few asks from the celebration the other week! I will absolutely answer them all, but I've randomly been back on a writing kick so I'm just going with that at the moment while I still have time and inspiration! Currently Frank is on my brain again and I'm trying to get a draft for Neighbors finished this week and hopefully one for You're Safe With Me afterwards.

But I've got some important information about story updates and my upcoming writing hiatus below the cut for those who want to know what'll be going on with me for the next few months!

Now is probably a good time to mention that once baby finally comes, I'll be taking a little writing hiatus. I'll be 38 weeks on Saturday which means little dude is coming any day now. For a few weeks after that I'll be focusing on baby and my family and recovering. I also realistically know I'm going to be soooo sleep deprived between a toddler and a newborn for a bit. Though my hope is that a few months later, especially when my son starts preschool, I can maybe get back into writing slowly. And obviously as baby gets a bit older he will hopefully start sleeping better so I can get back into things again--because you can guarantee I'll still be feral waiting for Born Again to come out and then afterwards.

But that's why I've been stockpiling rough drafts of stories for a little while now. I'm currently at 8 rough drafts and I've got probably 8 more in varying states of being written. My hope is that I'll be able to occasionally work on editing something up and eventually posting it for y'all. I won't have a schedule though because it'll just be whenever I have something ready and time to post it. I'm also hoping to maybe read some more fics finally and work on a fic rec list to spread the love while my brain is tired (if I can manage reading...).

I appreciate all the love y'all have given me and my stories and I appreciate those of you who will still be patiently waiting for updates while things are changing over here for me! 💖 I still plan to be active on tumblr, too, so I'm not disappearing!

#bella getting personal #upcoming writing hiatus #some important information for those who enjoy my stories #ill still be here though!! #just...sleep deprived...

[starstruckwillows]

♡ good cop, bad cop - n.w ♡

requested by 🐍<3 i absolutely love this, may be my favourite thing i've written in ages

nancy wheeler x fem!reader, tired!reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, set before s4, exhaustion, suggestive?

nancy steps in when you're about to fall asleep standing

dustin had started the cop analogy.

in reference to the four older kids that babysat them, there were two pairs. robin and steve, you and nancy. between the two former, there was no distinction. but all the kids agreed that you were good cop, nancy was bad cop.

which is why they begged you to take them to the arcade. you were tired already, and you had an essay to finish writing, but then will said, "please, it's my last week before we move!"

funnily enough, that excuse also had you dragged into the cinema, the park, the wheeler's basement, the park again because el left her bag, and then the library.

by the time you'd dropped them all home, your alarm clock read 10.24pm.

you still had an essay to write.

the rising sun cast shadows through your window, pronouncing the dark half-moons stamped beneath your eyes even further. they cast a slope across your nose in the new light, following the hair spread across the desk you'd fallen asleep at, too exhausted to crawl into your own bed.

a knock at your door stirred you, as you removed a piece of hair from your eyelid via confused blinking.

"c- come in?"

you weren't expecting to see brunette curls around the side of your door, and a perfectly manicured hand leaning against it.

"nance? hi..." you didn't want to be rude and ask what she was doing here, but you were almost definitely sure you didn't have plans today.

she smiled, approaching you and kissing your forehead briefly, "morning, your dad let me up. i've got coffee and bagels."

at the mention of breakfast you sat up properly with a stretch, gladly accepting her offerings.

you yawned, "do you have anything to do today?"

there was still a slightly giddy, affectionate smile on her face, as she let her thumb run a course over the sleepless stains under your eyes. you tried not to lean into her touch, but your deprived brain failed.

"no, darling, i've got the whole day free. we can just relax, unless you're busy?"

you shook your head to indicate your availability and let her move to face your back, arms around your midsection. she noticed the tension in your tired body as she bent down to whisper, a slight rhythm to her voice, "when your parents leave, we've got the whole house and a lot of the day... bet we could come up with some way for you to relax."

despite yourself, you smiled again and leaned into her, curling your hand around her arm, "that sounds good."

not even twenty minutes later, you were curled into a corner of your couch while nancy fiddled with the television. your hair had been brushed, your clothes from yesterday swapped for fresh ones, your face washed and teeth brushed. beginning to feel slightly more alive.

"i'm gonna grab something from the kitchen, i'll be back in a second love."

they didn't even knock. will hung at the back, seemingly unsure about the home intrusion, but clearly powerless to stop it because mike was on a mission.

he stood before you as you sat up and put your best attempt at joy on your face.

"morning guys." you repressed a yawn.

mike waved, "hi. can you drive us to family video?"

you frowned lightly, "can't steve?"

"nah his shift was too early, we weren't up in time."

you bit your lip, picking up your car keys with a sigh, "alright, but he can take you back."

they nodded amicably, will and dustin offering you a speedy thanks. they hadn't noticed nancy in the doorway with her arms folded.

"guys!" she wasn't shouting but there was a clear tone involved, "no, no way. you dragged y/n around all yesterday, and gave her like two hours to sleep. leave her alone."

mike threw his hands up, "nancy! she already said she would."

"don't care, get out. and knock next time you heathen."

grumbling under his breath, her brother shot her the finger, half-smiled at you, and left. dustin, lucas and will trailed after him, mumbling their thanks to you as they went.

chucking your car keys back onto the table they'd rested on previously, you sagged into the sofa. nancy joined you, and her hands went to yours.

"thank you," you were barely whispering, but she was paying enough attention to your lips to figure out what you said.

she didn't answer you in words, simply tugging your head towards her chest and returning your focus to the television.

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[cookiesandbiscuits]

Hello.If it's don't bothering you may i ask headcanons Kalego x Fem! Human! Assassin! Reader as Yor Forger from Spy x family.If you don't watch this one, then how you imagine yourselves relationship Kalego and Fem! Human! Assasin! Reader. I think it's kinda cute he is guardian dog and she is the soldier-protector of her country

Hi!!! Thank you for asking! It's not a bother at all, really ^^

I enjoy writing stuff for other people to enjoy, hence why I created this blog aside for my hyperfixation ramblings.

I did watch the show until the 9th episode and read the manga until the 58th chapter (I got busy with school so I can't finish it yet :'D). Honestly, I understand how Yor got her fame in the fandom (I love seeing a badass female character that's also pretty soft on the inside)

It's been a while since I wrote a headcanon tho... Anyways, hope you enjoy this!

Happy reading!

Soft but Deadly: A Dating Headcanon

Pairing: Kalego Naberius x Fem! Human Assassin! Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warning: might be a bit OOC and out of order (I blanked out in some parts, oops 😬 damn my sleep-deprived brain); Narnia Naberius is such a jerk here (I'm still salty about what he did to Iruma in that chapter) not proofread

MASTERLIST

Dating Kalego is a very interesting experience. Expect to have numerous discussions about your shared interests.

He is a very romantic person on the inside (lemme have my romantic Kalego okay?)

He'll be taking you out on a date whenever your schedules align. And he'll be gentlemanly about it. Dinner dates, a trip to an opera house, and the like are the typical setting for the dates that he planned. However, that doesn't mean that it's boring. He makes sure that you'll enjoy the dates to the fullest because you only deserve the best of the best.

In short, dates planned by him can get a bit fancy for your taste. That's why you make sure that he also get to experience new things in life.

Dates planned by you are simple yet enjoyable enough for the two of you. Picnics, travel dates, movie dates, and the like are the things on your list.

He enjoys the massages you offer to him when you know he's tired from work. You just know what points to focus on to make him loosen up (due to the nature of your job)

He does not bat an eye on your job as an assassin. But that doesn't stop him from worrying about your safety. He'll be the one who'll take care of the wounds you got from your latest mission. He'll be scolding you while dressing them though.

When you told him about the nature of your job, he first thought that you were pulling his leg. You were so gentle with others, how can you have such a profession as your job?

But after seeing the serious look on your face, he knew you weren't joking around. Well, it's okay. He can live with the fact that the love of his life lives a double life as an assassin.

Before the start of your relationship, Kalego used to be so cold, bordering on mean to you. But that didn't stop you from admiring the demon, even though it was evident that he did not return the same sentiments.

So you were surprised when he asked you out on a date one day. He had liked you for a while now, but he doesn't know how to tell you.

The only reason that he asked you out was that Balam was pressuring talked him out to confess to you.

And apparently, he got fed up with his friend's nagging that it gave him the courage to ask you out.

He can be subtly protective of you in public. But this becomes more prominent after you reveal to him that you were human.

He knows that you are capable of defending yourself from physical harm, but you can't use magic, so you won't be able to save yourself when your opponent used their magic on you.

He wonders how you got into the Netherworld in the first place, but he doesn't ask you about it. He knows that you'll tell him once you're ready.

But like all relationships, the two of you also experienced a lot of setbacks, mainly from his brother Narnia.

I saw it, you saw it. We all know how Narnia feels about humans from that chapter. So naturally, he's against his brother's relationship with you.

For some reason, Kalego's older brother discovered your secret and was very obvious about his prejudices. But your boyfriend defended you from him, claiming that it doesn't matter to him whatever your race is.

Kalego doesn't play around when he decided to enter into a relationship with you. He does not date around just for fun, no. He is serious about you and considers asking for your hand in marriage in the future.

Once he made it clear to his brother, Narnia decided to back off. He still does not like you but he also doesn't want his brother to resent him.

While Kalego was thankful when his brother got the message, you also knew his plans for the future now. Well, it doesn't matter. It's not like you'd refuse him when he finally asks the question, no?

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[starseungs]

➳ up all night. skz

pairing | skz ot8 x gn!reader

staying up to finish a project doesn't always go well. luckily, you have someone to make it all alright.

genre | fluff, humor, kinda college au, boyfriend!skz — 0.2k words (per member)

warnings | some sleep deprived actions,, if thats a warning

note | its been a while since i posted smth here, so here's one? finally? idk 😭 anw i hope yall enjoy even if its kinda short!

⌗ bang chan !

"That's it, you're sleeping."

You look up from your blinding laptop screen to the sight of Chan crossing his arms, eyes heavy with disapproval. Blinking sluggishly, you managed a tired smile to be pasted on your fatigued face.

"It's fine," you waved him off lightly, immediately gluing your eyes back to the device in front of you. "I'm fine."

"Love, I highly doubt that." he replied, an exasperated sigh filling the room. You lightly glared at him in an attempt to prove your point.

"What do you know?" you grumbled instinctively as a response. Chan looked at you with utter disbelief, his eyes widening almost comically.

"Are you really asking me that? Out of all people?"

Oh. He got you there. Chan himself didn’t exactly have the best relationship with sleep—you often found yourself on the worrying side when it comes to his well-being. And yet here you were making him do the same thing.

Realizing this is a rare situation, you decided to use it to your advantage. With newfound speed, you quickly saved your work before slamming the laptop shut, practically jumping on the bed to make yourself comfortable in record time.

"I want hugs," you mumbled softly, directing your attention back to your confused boyfriend. Chan laughed at your actions, seeming to finally catch on to the plan you formed on a whim. With an amused shake of the head, he walked towards the bed as well.

"Yes, your highness!"

⌗ lee know !

"Damn," you heard a groggy voice drawl out across the room, informing you that your grumpy boyfriend had awoken. "How are you still awake?"

It's been hours since you started this paper, back when the sun was still up. You're very much aware of how much time has actually passed—especially since Minho has been asleep for quite a while now too. But you've made it this far, right? A few more should be fine.

"Nevermind that. How did you even sleep with my constant keyboard smashing?" You didn't even have to look at him to know Minho was probably silently mocking you for changing the subject.

There was a sound of sheets rustling before he finally graced you with a reply, "It's like ASMR."

"Well," you yawned, turning a bit to get a glimpse of his form melting into the fluffy bed. "At least one of us gets to sleep tonight."

Minho suddenly props up, giving you that boyish grin you love so much, effectively melting your tense state ever so slightly. "May I interest you in swapping places?"

You raised an eyebrow. "You want to write a research paper?" 

"Do you?" 

Silence echoed through the walls, each second amplifying your regret for pulling an all-nighter. You stared at Minho in shame, not wanting to shatter your pride out loud at the most ungodly of hours.

"Exactly. Now, come here and sleep."

⌗ changbin !

"Hey," you started with a dazed sound in your voice, the sudden noise startling Changbin next to you. "Spreadsheets are kind of like cut brownies."

He sat up at lightning speed, looking at you in massive concern. You only returned the gaze, turning the situation into an impromptu staring contest that ended with Changbin letting out a confused sound. "I'm sorry. Come again?"

Does he not see it? The cells are exactly like pieces of brownie, rectangular and all. Maybe the comparison was brought up due to your hazy state, but you could see it. You were determined to prove that the prolonged hours of you being awake weren't affecting you in the slightest.

"But like, they're white." you continued with the chosen one-sided conversation topic. "Do white chocolate brownies exist?"

"Oh, good question. Let me ask Felix—wait no, turn your laptop off!" your boyfriend complained, albeit still at a loss for words.

"I have to finish this though?"

Changbin groaned, finally getting a sense that you were not entirely conscious at the moment. "Babe, you don't even like brownies."

"What?"

Your boyfriend sighed, reaching out to cup your face with firm hands. It was when you felt your cheeks encounter a steady warmth that you realized just how sleepy you were. Changbin smugly grinned at the sight of you yawning, glancing at the laptop seated above the sheets with a conflicted expression. Finally making up your mind, you left the comfort of his hold to reach for the abandoned device.

"Just let me save my progress..."

⌗ hyunjin !

"What's a good research design?"

Hyunjin looked up from the small corner he positioned himself in, moving his attention to your slouching form near your messy desk littered with opened books, notebooks, and just... paper. You were staring blankly at the computer screen, looking like you had all the soul sucked out of you.

"I don't know," he shrugged, despite you not looking at him directly. "Maybe leaves as the borders?"

You side-eyed him, trying to see if he was being serious about the recommendation. "Did you really just say that?"

Hyunjin whined at your judging reaction. "Leave me alone! I'm trying to meditate," he grumbled, feeling annoyed all of a sudden. "And you asked for my input."

"And by meditate, you mean paint." You chuckled, deeply endeared by his sulking.

"It's my zone," Hyunjin pointed the paintbrush he was holding towards you, waving it around like a wand for more effect. "Focus on your bland white document file." You snorted at his comment.

"I can't even defend that."

The clock on your screen informed you of the time, almost scolding you for being awake at such an hour. It's not like you completely regretted your choice—your paper wasn't going to write itself, but damn you were sleepy. You noticed that your own boyfriend was also barely holding himself up, his eyes turning a bit unfocused at times. Clearing your throat, you decided to get his attention one more time.

"Should—should we just sleep?"

⌗ han !

"This is so stressful." you complained through gritted teeth, mentally restraining yourself from the urge to completely destroy your laptop.

Jisung hummed from somewhere in the background. "You alright?"

"No," you spat out venomously, trying to let the source of your frustrations, a document file, know that you were not happy with it at all. "I want to slam this laptop against the wall."

"Woah, that got violent real quick." he chuckled nervously, approaching you quickly in hopes of calming you down.

You took a deep breath. "I need a soothing playlist or something."

"And that's my cue!" Jisung squealed excitedly, speeding away to grab his phone and connect it to a speaker. "Got what you need, babe."

There was a short silence filled with your curiosity as you waited for Jisung to start playing a song. You found his enthusiasm contagious, getting you to smile softly. It was all nice and peaceful until a familiar tune entered your ears.

Is that twinkle, twinkle, little star?

You blanked at him, watching his eyebrows wiggle playfully; the action being so annoyingly endearing that you had no choice but to laugh, spreading the warmth you felt with Jisung's actions all throughout your system. Your boyfriend decided to make himself comfortable on the bed, spreading his arms wide open as an invitation. You rolled your eyes playfully. Now who could resist that?

"Scoot over, you menace."

⌗ felix !

"Is this a bribe?" You questioned your boyfriend, who was smiling oh-so-suspiciously in the midst of handing you a plate of freshly baked cookies. Felix shrugged, acting all nonchalant about the situation.

"Depends. Is it working?"

"Perhaps," you squint at him as you take the plate from his grasp. "But I need to finish this, Lix."

He only nodded in understanding. "You can finish the cookies at the same time too. Do you want hot chocolate or milk with it?"

Even though you were still confused and skeptical, you didn't want to disregard Felix's efforts. This was most likely his way of giving you support—that or he was just desperate to tuck you to bed already. Or maybe both. That also sounds just like something he would do.

"Coffee, please," you sighed, giving in to his advances. He visibly deflates at your choice of beverage, an action you catch on to quickly, cementing his reason for all this in your head. You took a bite of a cookie, amused at his reaction.

"How are you so obvious?"

Felix pouted at your words, feeling called out. "I am a man on a mission."

"Well, consider it mission accomplished," you said, standing up to give him a small peck on the cheek as a way of rewarding him. "Just give me a few more minutes."

Sitting back down, you left Felix frozen in place, still trying to process what you had just done. When his brain finally caught up, he almost jumped in happiness, making you smile as well.

"I knew my baking had magic!"

⌗ seungmin !

"Dude," you monotonously start, staring at Seungmin lying down all comfortably while mindlessly scrolling on his phone. "I want to be you so badly right now."

Your boyfriend freezes dramatically—his head snapping to look at you the next second. "Did you really just dude me? At two in the morning?" He gasps, his face reflecting how offended he was at the way you referred to him. You playfully scoff at his reaction.

This project proposal really had you on the verge of just quitting. The night was chilly, and you wanted nothing more than to cuddle in bed and sleep to your heart's content. Unfortunately, you were stuck at your desk trying to finish what was left of the darn thing.

"If you had to sacrifice sleep for a project you don't even like, you would too."

"But I'm babe…" Seungmin sulks, sinking deeper into the fluffy bed sheets. "Am I even still your boyfriend?"

Turning your back to him, you reached for the computer's keyboard once again. "Yes, of course. My honeybunch, sugarplum, pumpy-umpy-umpkin—"

"Okay, that's overkill," you softly laughed at Seungmin's quick retort. 

"And I'm overkilled."

Your boyfriend only hums at the statement. There was a silence that followed his simple response, making you groan at the reminder that you had something else to do other than chat with Seungmin. But just when you were about to get into work mode, you felt firm arms wrap around your waist as well as a sudden weight on your shoulder.

"Just sleep already. I'll help you with that tomorrow."

⌗ i.n !

"I seriously don't understand how you still have the brain cells to do that at this hour." Jeongin stares at you from the bed, greatly impressed by your determination to stay up for so long. 

"Thank you," was your reply, continuing to type away on the keyboard. "I try hard."

"But at what cost?"

"Why are you trying to make this conversation into a drama all of a sudden?" You asked, swiveling the chair around to face him, your face filled with questioning.

"I'm bored," Jeongin simply admits. "And sleepy."

You sigh, now feeling guilty for making him wait this long. He must be exhausted too, seeing as it was already around three in the morning. "Jeongin, you don't have to stay up, you know?"

He clicked his tongue in distaste. "Then risk you passing out alone? No way."

Your heart immediately warms at his words. So he was worried? The past week has been quite rough on you—this being about the third time you've sacrificed sleep in the last 6 days. If Jeongin was in your position, you would already be fussing for him to get to bed a few hours ago. Yet, here he was, supporting you in his own way. 

The blinking line that marked where you had stopped in the file was staring at you, pleading with you to continue and finish everything before the sun rose. But it looks like that won't be happening right now.

"Fine. I still have tomorrow anyway."

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[studentbyday]

week 1 / small commitments challenge

Summary: I was not focused on my challenge goals this week. I was preoccupied, thinking about the different paths I could take and weighing my options for the next couple of years. Not a bad thing, except I let the thinking invade every moment of my life I had to myself. That includes when I was supposed to be studying ochem and when I was supposed to be sleeping and when I was supposed to just be getting on with my day and doing mindless self-care stuff as quickly as possible so I can dedicate time to what's urgent. Yes, I needed to weigh my options and gather information across multiple days, but I did not have to go about it the way I did. It led to me becoming overtired and having difficulty sleeping which led to me being unable to get through my ochem goals which prevented me from doing anything else. The more tired I became as the week progressed, the worse it got. So my two new priorities for next week are: No. 1: Get enough sleep with a consistent sleep time (9pm be in bed, 10pm at the latest) and wake time (7am ideal but 8am bare minimum). Soothe yourself until you're calm enough to sleep. Like you would a baby (e.g. swaddle, massage/gentle touch, dark room, don't voluntarily subject yourself to anything stressful or overstimulating in the half hour before bed). That's how you stop and keep out of the overtired cycle. No. 2: Lots of meditation throughout the day! 5-10 mins when I wake up, minimum of 10-15 mins before bed (unless perhaps i feel less frazzled thanks to the meditation breaks which help me stay focused throughout the day? idk), and 1-2 minutes in between big tasks (those that take 2h or more) in order to reset my mind before I move onto the next task and give my brain a rest after processing lots of info on a deep level, so it can sustain that level of activity throughout the day and the rest of the week. I'm hoping that by prioritizing rest, I can succeed at my new study routine (which has also changed from last week as my priorities have changed...yet again) and work more efficiently and quickly while staying cool in mind! A chaotic breakdown of the week aka my sleep-deprived end-of-day gibberish where I try to make sense of everything that's happened lies below 😅

Monday: sleep deprived -> slow start to the day -> quite behind schedule. i listened to 1 and a half chemistry lectures, added to the notes from last week, read and annotated 1 of the 2 sets of notes i'm supposed to read this week, and answered all except 4 questions of a practice quiz on last week's material. asides from this, i did 1/3 of an Algebra 1 lesson, took a nap, and practiced driving.

Tuesday: later start than yesterday bc i wanted to get enough sleep. overall worth it, but that meant there wasn't enough time to get everything done and there were lots of distractions to field. i only did ochem and practiced driving today. i didn't even finish all the ochem i wanted to (i finished 1.5 lectures again, added to notes, started reading the second set of notes for this week, and answered 1/4 of the questions for 1 of 2 assignments for this week). i'm still trying to find a routine that works for this subiect bc it's really condensed (most weeks cover 2 lengthy modules at once 😭) and it's not a subject that's that easy to feel confident in just right off the bat...at least for me 😅 who knows, perhaps for the time being, i'll have to spend more than 4 hours on it a day until i feel confident in the fundamentals?? i also have lots to improve on in my lecture notetaking skills (i.e. trust my memory more and write down notes only AFTER i finish watching a lecture instead of attempting to write notes DURING the lecture and getting confused -> rewinding)

Wednesday: my problem this week is that i'm very distracted. still trying to figure out which path is best for me (i.e. to transfer uni or change program within my uni if that's possible...definitely probably shouldn't stick with my current program tho, that's one thing i've pretty much decided), asking around, doing my own research, trying to think of any combo of reasonable options i haven't explored yet (this is what i was doing for a lot of today). i really hate unresolved issues. they stick around in my head until it's resolved and even if i'm not actively thinking about it, i can still feel its presence in the back of my mind (and if it's big and concerning enough, it will keep bugging me at inconvenient intervals)! 😤 and this issue will stay unresolved until i have made a decision. and even then, i might still question it until enough time passes to show me that it was the right decision 😅 it's like...either i'm in "re-assess" mode aka "question every decision i have made and could make and predict to the best of my knowledge where it will lead me and do i like where it leads me?" mode (WHICH CANNOT ALL BE ANSWERED IN ONE SITTING SO HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO SCHEDULE THIS?!?! 😵‍💫😫), or "put your head down and do the work" mode wherein i'm in danger of losing sight of the bigger picture. i swing from one to the other whenever smth happens to make me realize i've stayed too long in one mode. (like in this case where i was feeling very annoyed with my current lifestyle, finally decided to say "fuck it" to my strong desire to stay within my comfort zone, and explored other options and their pros and cons which included grad school admission requirements 🤦🏻‍♀️). i'm grateful to have this many options, but today i got so overwhelmed by them and the deadlines by which i need to have made a decision and the fact that there's a lot of ochem this week to do which is more urgent but also not as existentially worrying that i decided to rid myself of the mounting anxiety with a cardio abs workout. 🥵😮‍💨😮‍💨 it worked...but now i am so pooped and don't wanna get up 😅 (update: i did get up and did a little more ochem)

Thursday: too tired to do all the ochem i wanted to (i did a little reading, a little bit of lecture watching, and finished the last 3 Qs on 1 of 2 assignments this week). i keep letting myself get overtired with my overthinking against my better judgment (like, especially after an intense workout the day before??? girl, you need to sleep!!!). anyway, i've finally pretty much decided to just switch programs at my current uni but i don't think i'll really believe i've made the decision (objectively! all on my own! using a weighted pros and cons list! 😁) until the end of this week. 😅 it will still be a more rigorous program, although not in the ways i expected (but still good!), and it will challenge me in all the right ways but i won't rack up as much expense (thank goodness! 🙏🏻) and it will be a shorter commute and i will get to spend more time with family which is just such a relief. i don't want to fall into the rat race mentality, tho sometimes i think i need to. but perhaps that's just FOMO and comparing myself against others in an unhealthy way. like, i don't actually want a rat-race/hustle culture type of life for myself if i have the option not to live one, yet i sometimes feel like i need to be a completely different person living a completely different lifestyle in order to really make it in this society...well, there are many ways to skin a cat.

Friday: ochem lab, watching another lecture, reading the ch, working on ochem assignment, and driving.

Weekend: sleepy. reset routine and family time. finishing up ochem submissions for this past week (done is better than perfect! 😤) and driving.

#studyblr #becoming that girl #but make it chaotic and more neurotic and a wip than you would think for a ''that girl'' #chaotic academia #dark academia #studyspo #study motivation #study aesthetic #small commitments challenge #100dop #heydilli #astudentslifebuoy #mittonstudies #digital diary

[awkwardtickleetoo]

Birthday Raspberries: The Origin Story

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DREAM!!!!

its dreams birthday, which is awesome, but that also means that my blog birthday is coming up, which is just way cooler, sorry dream (/j)

anyway!! this is the 3rd and unfortunately final installment of the birthday raspberries fic trilogy!! this one is a prequel to the other 2, so in chronological order is goes dream -> george -> sapnap :))

it's always so so so fun writing these fics, they're adorable, the dteam is adorable, birthday tickles are adorable, I love them. they're some of my favorite pics I've posted on here i think

little disclaimer before we start: this is a prequel, but it is still referenced to be dream 23rd birthday. does it make sense? no. but we can live with it

lee!dream, ler!sapnap, 3.1k words

enjoy!!

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There was a certain tradition that Sapnap wanted to bring back. It was something that his family had instilled in him in his very early childhood but stopped as he got older, something that he remembered randomly one day in high school and renewed with his friends through those years, leading up to when they all went to college.

Unfortunately for Sapnap, a majority of his friend group split apart to move away for school or with their families, and most of his other friends were online, so this tradition that solely required being physically with a person was lost to him again.

Fortunately for Sapnap, he now lived in the same house as his best friend, frequently visited his other friends, and another one was coming to live with them soon. This was the perfect time to bring this tradition back again, he decided. Third time's the charm, right?

When Dream found out what the tradition was, he didn't exactly feel the same way.

It was nearing midnight, and the end of Dream's birthday, and Dream's family had already left a few hours ago after they came over for dinner and cake. Sapnap had offered to help make dinner, since Dream's family were bringing the cake, and between himself being helpful and Dream's mom being the cooking master, everything had turned out pretty good, and they had plenty of leftovers to last them the rest of the week.

Dream and Sapnap were laying on the couch in their living room, the newer one they had just bought a month or so before to better fit their living space. Dream sat partially slumped over, his arm draped along the back of the couch as he rested his head on it, legs crossed at the ankles as they laid out in front of him off the chaise of the couch. Sapnap laid perpendicular to him, lounging across the length of the couch with his head on Dream's thigh. They decided to watch a few episodes of an anime they were in the middle of before calling it a night, both of them still buzzing with too much happy energy to go to sleep yet. Finally, about halfway through the last episode of the season, Dream let out a yawn, covering his mouth and scrunching his nose up as he did.

"Tired?" Sapnap asked, tilting his head up at his friend. Dream nodded through the end of his yawn.

"Yeah, finally," Dream chuckled, rubbing his eye with his knuckle and sighing out the breath he'd spoken through. "I'll probably head up after this episode finishes."

"Mm…" Sapnap hummed in acknowledgment, looking back at the TV screen.

About 15 minutes later, the season credits were on screen, and Sapnap reached for the remote to exit out of the show. They spoke for a couple minutes about the ending, speaking in sleep-deprived tones as they giggled quietly. Sapnap spoke up again before they departed.

"Can I tell you a story I remembered earlier before we go to bed really quick?"

"Of course, I'm all ears," Dream replied, pushing his hood that had been covering his head off and running a hand through his hair.

"Okay, so like, I remembered this thing during dinner because it has to do with birthdays but I didn't get a chance to tell you bc it wasn't important," Sapnap looked up at Dream as he spoke, somehow still sounding energetic even with how tired Dream knew they both were. "So, when I was a little kid, like really little, my mom had this… I guess it was kind of a tradition? Where every year, on my birthday, she would come into my room in the morning and bring me breakfast in bed, and she'd, like…" Sapnap cut himself off with a small chuckle, breaking off into his own giggles as his face became a little pink and he looked away from Dream for a second before looking back. Dream had a confused look on his face, tilting his head like a puppy as he waited for Sapnap to keep going. "Okay, don't laugh, but she would, like, wake me up by tickling me and then she'd give me a bunch of raspberries, however many years old I was that day," Sapnap admitted through his giggles, and Dream smiled at his confession, giggling a bit to himself at the idea of a kid-Sapnap getting lost in laughter from a few little raspberries. "And, dude, when I was a kid, I fucking loved that shit, I thought it was the most fun thing in the world and then I'd eat my little bowl of cereal and bacon and toast that she brought me and she'd sit with me and I'd break her off pieces of the toast to eat and I thought I was the best kid in the world, it was fucking awesome."

"That's adorable," Dream responded, and Sapnap continued again.

"So then, when I got older, she kind of stopped, because once you get older and into, like, middle school or past age 10 that stuff tends to stop, which is fine, but I forgot about it for a while until one day in high school it was my friends birthday and I just randomly remembered it, so I was like 'fuck it', y'know? I wanted to bring it back, so when we stayed at his house that night and I made sure I was the first one there so I could tell everyone about it– and I made sure everyone was comfortable, I didn't go overboard or anything, but we were all pretty physically affectionate people so no one really minded that much, and also we all loved embarrassing each other so it just worked."

"Mhm."

"And since everyone kinda left for college after junior or senior year I only got to do it a few times, like I did it to that kid on his 17th birthday, another kid on his 18th, and this one girl in our group on her 18th, and it was always so fun and hilarious."

"That does sound pretty funny," Dream agreed, and Sapnap smiled up at him, knowing his plan was coming into action faster than he had imagined.

"It was… but anyway, that was a really long story, but it does have a point, okay?" Dream nodded. "So the point is… I think I wanna bring the tradition back." Sapnap explained almost sheepishly, looking up at Dream for reassurance.

"Sapnap, are you asking me to give you birthday raspberries when it gets to your birthday?" Dream asked with a wide smile, originally wanting to seem smug and embarrass Sapnap, but seeing the smile on his face made his tone come out as genuine and soft as it could be.

"No! Well– well, yes, but, that's not what I meant right now," Sapnap explained further, waiting for the lightbulb to flick on in Dream's mind.

It didn't. Instead, Dream looked at him as if he'd spoken a completely different language.

"I don't… I don't get what you're saying, then," Dream said, toying with the end of his hoodie string as he curled the end around his finger and pulled it to be even with the opposite string.

"Dream. I want you to let me do it to you."

Dream's eyes widened just slightly, glancing at Sapnap and then looking away, switching between the two as he let out a shocked chuckle.

"Oh…" Dream said, unhelpful, as he tried to think of anything to say in response. He fidgeted with his hoodie string again. "Um…"

"C'mon, please?" Sapnap asked, leaning up slightly on one elbow and reaching his free hand up to lace his fingers with Dream's hand. Dream let his hand be held, smiling despite himself. "I'll be nice! And– and if you let me do it now, you can help me do it to everyone else in the future too! Like– George definitely, and Karl and Quackity if we're around them on theirs. Just let me do it, come on, just, come on."

"But you said it's the same number as whatever age you're turning? That's a lot, Sapnap, you haven't had it done to you since you were 10 or some shit, there's a big difference between 10 and 23." Dream explained nervously.

"I know, but you did say earlier that it sounded fun!" Sapnap elaborated as he fully sat up, pointing a finger at Dream accusingly. Suddenly, he got a devious idea, smirking as he continued. "But I can be gentle, I get it, you're fragile."

"I'm not fragile!"

"It's okay, Dream, I understand, you're worried you won't be able to handle it."

"That is not what I said!"

"No, it's fine, you're just too ticklish for this, it's okay."

"N-no!"

"Maybe when we get George here he'll say yes and then it'll prove he's stronger than you."

"Fine!" Dream finally caved, pulling his hand away from Sapnap in favor of pulling his sleeves over his hands and curling in on himself. He sat cross-legged now, his hands folded in his lap and elbows brought in close to his body. "Fine, I'll– I'll let you do it, if you shut up about me being too 'ticklish' and 'fragile' to handle it, I could literally beat you up."

Sapnap smiled proudly, holding out his hand for a handshake.

"Deal," he said, waiting for Dream to grab his hand.

"Dea–" Dream tried to respond, but was cut off by a loud yell as Sapnap held his hand tight and yanked him forward. He was too caught off guard to catch himself, so he landed on his side, his shoulder colliding with the soft couch cushions and his knee colliding with Sapnap's arm. Before he could even process what happened, Sapnap was sitting on top of him, straddling his hips and reaching behind him to press his knees so they were flat as well. Dream tried to protest when he felt his hoodie being pushed up just slightly, the sliver of skin by his hip above the waistband of his sweatpants showing now. "NO! No, no, Sapn–AP!" Dream yelped, gasping and slamming his hands over his mouth when there was a sudden, unbearable vibrating sensation on his hip that felt like it was coming from inside his skin.

Sapnap had blown the first raspberry. And if that was just the first, Dream had no fucking clue how he was going to be able to handle the remaining 22.

He caught his breath quickly, body tense and stiff as Sapnap sat up and laughed at him.

"Shut the hell up," Dream said when he heard him laughing.

"I didn't even say anything!" Dream huffed out a breath and rolled his eyes, maneuvering his body so he was more comfortable. Sapnap let him move around, and he ended up laying fully back with his knees bent and his legs propped up against the back of the couch, his ankles against the arm. Sapnap moved over as well, sitting on the corner bumper of the couch where Dream was before in order to have full access to Dream's body.

"That wasn't nice," Dream muttered, crossing his arms in front of his chest in an attempt to seem intimidating, but his wide smile and the fact that he was still holding onto the ends of his sleeves gave him away.

"Which part, the throwing you around like a ragdoll or the part where I completely wrecked your shit?"

"Both!"

"Mhm, still think you could beat me up?"

"Yes! I definitely could!" Sapnap jumped at the opportunity, pushing Dream's hoodie up again and blowing another raspberry in the same place as before. "NO!" Dream yelled, catching him in the act this time and moving to push at his head. He still tried to hold in his laughter, biting his lip this time, until Sapnap blew a third raspberry, and then his attempts were lost. "Sapnahahahap!" Dream giggled out, grabbing at Sapnap's shoulder and shaking his head. Another raspberry was blown on his side, followed by a fifth against the bottom of his ribs. Dream took in a sharp breath as his laughter began anew, fingers gripping the fabric of Sapnap's hoodie as he pulled him away slightly. "GOHOHOD jeheheheez let– lehehet me breheathe!"

Sapnap giggled slightly as he pulled away, rubbing his palm soothingly over Dream's bunched up hoodie.

"Sorry. Guess I'm a little eager," Sapnap apologized bashfully. "You're just so cute, I can't help it."

"Shut up," Dream groaned, smiling wide at Sapnap's genuine words. "You're annoying."

"Yeah," Sapnap agreed, tone sweet, before he suddenly leaned forward and blew a raspberry right on Dream's tummy. Dream let out a strained, wheezy laugh, caught off guard once again by the sudden feeling, curling up slightly and instinctively cradling the back of Sapnap's head in his hands. Three more were blown in quick succession in a line just underneath his belly button, and he flopped back onto the couch just to arch his back away from the feeling.

"OHOH GOHOHOD, Sapnahahahap!" Sapnap pulled back to laugh along with Dream again, adjusting the way he was sitting to be a little closer to him. He pushed Dream's hoodie a bit further up, then proceeded to blow four raspberries in a diamond shape– one at his sternum, one at the front of his left side's ribs, one in the center of his tummy, and one on the right, before finishing that section with one right in the middle of the diamond. "Sahahap, plehehehease!"

"Fine! Fine, you're such a baby, you literally have, like, only 9 left," Sapnap teased, letting Dream catch his breath again. Dream's giggles kept up as he took a few deep breaths, reaching up to cover his face with his hands, before reaching further back to pull his hood up and over his head, pulling it as far as it would go to help him hide his bright red face.

"9 ihis still a lot, Sapnahap!" Dream mumbled.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I can help, let's make it 8 instead," Sapnap continued his teasing, smiling as he dropped his head down to meet Dream's torso again, lips landing to the left of his belly button and making him arch his back. As he squirmed, turning as far onto his side as he could and leaving his back exposed, Sapnap decided to seize the opportunity and blow a raspberry on the back of his ribs.

The sensation hit Dream like a freight train.

"FUCK!" Dream yelled, covering his mouth with his hand and using his other arm to brace himself against the couch. His fist collided with the cushion twice before he simply resorted to gripping the fabric tightly between his fingers. His reaction was enough to make Sapnap stop on his tracks, grinning like a little kid on Christmas.

"Okay. I don't know what I just did, but I know for a fact that the rest of these raspberries need to do the exact same thing," Sapnap said, in slight disbelief at how much of a reaction that spot got out of Dream.

"NO, you don't!" Dream shook his head, moving to lay down on his back again, but Sapnap's hand pushing against his side stopped him. "No, stop! Stop, don't, just get it over with normally!"

"Absolutely not, I'm gonna do it my way," Sapnap explained as he pushed Dream harder, kneeling up on his knees before straddling the back of Dream's thighs when he pushed him fully over.

"Sapnap, noho, no, that's not fahair–" Dream tried to push himself back, but with the way his torso was twisted and the way Sapnap was sitting on his legs, it was almost impossible to do anything but kick his legs against the arm of the couch and turn fully onto his stomach.

"Alright enough stalling," Sapnap commented before pushing Dream's hoodie up his back, blowing another raspberry on the back of Dream's ribs. Dream arched his back again, not getting very far this time with the way his front was pressed into the couch below him.

"Nahahaha, ohohoh my gohohod, that's so bahahahad," Dream complained, squealing and covering his mouth in embarrassment when Sapnap placed three raspberries in a line up his spine, the first one right between the dips of the dimples in his lower back and the final one netween his shoulder blades. "Sahahapnahap, plehehehease,"

"It's alright, there's just three left, you're so close. You honestly lasted way longer than I expected."

"Whahahat– ahaha– whahat is that supposed to mehean?" Dream asked, turning his head around to look at Sapnap behind him.

"Nothing! I just expected you to tap out, y'know?"

"I dihidn't– AH!" Sapnap cut him off by leaning forward and blowing a raspberry against the side of his neck.

"Sorry, what was that?"

"Yohohou suhuck…" Dream mumbled, burying his face in his arm as he waited for the final two raspberries to hit him. "I wahas– I was gonna sahay Ihihi don't need toho tap out."

"Oh. Well, that's good, because I'm gonna make these last two unbearable now," Sapnap teased again, earning a loud, muffled groan from Dream. Sapnap took a deep breath, taking in as much air as he possibly could, smiling as he used all of his breath to blow one long, continued raspberry on Dream's side.

"NAHAhaha–!" Dream laughed freely, strength leaving his body as Sapnap repeated the action, blowing his longest raspberry yet as his big finale. He giggled against Dream's skin as he pulled away, tugging Dream's hoodie down and flopping down to lay flat on top of his limp form.

"Allllll done, birthday boy!" Sapnap said, still giggling along with Dream as he came down from his ticklish high.

"That was horrible. My spine is tingling," Dream explained once his laughter calmed down. "I'm exhausted."

"You're welcome," Sapnap said with a giggle, making Dream smile and shake his head against his arm.

Sapnap pushed himself up, standing and reaching a hand out to help Dream stand as well. It took him a moment to adjust himself, twisting his hoodie's sleeves and torso from where they were slightly turned from his squirming, and standing up straight to stretch.

"And," Sapnap began. "Just think. Now you can help me do this to other people too. Especially George."

Dream couldn't help but smile, the idea of George falling victim to the same treatment he was just subjected to sitting at the forefront of his mind.

"I would be honored."

And with that, the two parted to their individual bedrooms, and Dream went to sleep that night thinking about what it might be like if he was one to get Sapnap back on his upcoming birthday…

It may have been the best night of sleep he'd ever had.

#lee!dream #ler!sapnap #i hope . i got the number of raspberries right lmao #for some reason my brain could just Not keep count this time #if there are any typos or the wronf number of raspberries no there arent <3 and you saw nothing <3 #cals writing

[dasozelotvonnebenan]

Ok so I promised to talk about my sci fi stuff. It's now six in the morning again* but I feel far less tired than yesterday so I'm gonna dare to write it down this time.

It's not really a concrete story, its more just a loose collection of characters, worldbuilding and unconnected fun story beats.

There will be absolutely no structure to this. Just ramble.

So for a little context, this has been brewing slowly for years but I really started to gather up all those ideas after I finished watching Killjoys (Bounty Hunters in Space) and craved more space adventure in my head. Theres also a lot of Firefly (Western, but in space), The Expanse (Uhhh a bunch of stuff, in space), Battletech (Mech Mercenaries, in space) and my dads loosely RIFTS based sci fi role playing world in there.

Now first thing first you might notice that all those things above involve lots of guns which is maybe the biggest step away I am taking in that there is exactly one (1) gun involved in the entirety of this whole thing. Also the images in my head are a lot brighter and less gritty than most of those series. Like it's a genuinely good world. Because it's a thing I'm thinking about to relax.

So let's meet the crew! Because of course this space adventure revolves around a colourful bunch of people who travel the vastness of space together.

Most importantly theres the Pilot. He's afraid of sleeping when they're flying because if he isn't awake then whos steering. Even though theyre in space, where it's basically impossible to hit anything unless you want to, flying consist of pointing the ship in the right direction and waiting and any correction would need to happen way faster than a human could make them anyways.

Which is kind of a problem when travel times between planets range between a few days for inner system distances to easily over a month of want to get from one side of the system to the other. Interstellar travel involves specialized jump ships so travelling the lightyears between stars actually ends up taking much less time than getting from the edge of the suns gravity well to anything remotely worth visiting.

He accounts for about half of the crews caffeine consumption and sometimes his sleep deprivation leads to some hijinks (like when he goes hunting the space spiders in the vents). The ship is his own, he has won it in an advertisement lottery for a video game which is why there is a giant wizard painted on it which he really wants to remove but is not allowed to. Everybody else loves the wizard.

Next up is the one person in the group who has an actual job. This is not a wild thing because most people don't have a serious job and don't have to have one to get by, but he definitely has one. It's the mechanic. Big beefy guy, and not just muscle beef and also he has a big metal arm because of course he has. He's a mechanic and he runs powertools off of the arm. His job is that he works at the local museum of transport and restores old trains. Like back when they still ran on diesel old old. can you imagine!

He is the main reason for them flying off planet because other places ask him to come over to repair a thing for them, so Pilot flies him over, their other friends come with because it's like a roadtrip and that's kind of their thing and the remaining seats are chartered out which always makes for interesting company.

He enjoys his work very much but his hobby hobby is building model planes.

Next up the Detective, who is absolutely not just straight up Miller from The Expanse. He got unfrozen from cryosleep and lives in a totally different story from the others. He is constantly fidgeting because he doesn't have a gun anymore so he doesn't know what to do with hands. He is brooding all the time but it just looks silly because he has to do it in the very comfy and nice places his friends hang out in. But every now and then they get to go on some kind of investigation, a treasure hunt or something genuinely dangerous happens and he is fully in his element.

The one time a gun is relevant is when one of their adventures brings them to a wildlife reserve and he gets to have a tranquilizer rifle. He wants to be sad because that's all he has ever known but his friends are way too good at being friends. He is in a constant war over the gravistat (thermostat but for gravity) because back in his day spaceships didn't have artificial gravity yet.

Fourth guy I have yet is the Charmer. He's a linguistics student. His whole deal is that on every adventure he falls in love with someone and it never works out for some weird reason but he always stays friends with them. He knows people everywhere. He can not flirt for the life of him. He's like what if an 18CHA Bard only ever rolled nat 1s.

Their favourite place to hang out earthside is a Pub (Public Charging Station). Thats a place with wireless charging things at the tables for peoples cybernetics. Just so happens that the one they frequent also has a liquor license. The house specialty drink is "Battery Juice". A glowing green spiked lemonade. Of course you can also get it "discharged".

I hope enjoyed this little insight into one of the fandom unrelated worlds in my head and have a tremendously joyful day!

#*when I started writing. It is now almost eight

[zimshan]

august braindump: on the state of tv and heartstopper

the last year has been such a strange time for me and tv. i honestly cannot remember a time i watched less new tv shows. it’s not for lack of trying but every show/season i started, i was just dragging my heels to finish. some of that is because they’re older shows that aren’t as good as their earlier seasons. stranger things s4 took me an entire year to finish. the pacing was just wildly off to me, and that’s disappointing after the incredible structure of s1. some of that is because of subject matter. i haven’t been able to work myself up to watch outlander after the s5 finale because i just don’t have the mental bandwidth for a sexual trauma storyline. babylon berlin i stopped watching because they were threatening to kill another kid. i’ve noped out of so many shows because of the ratcheting stakes, something that i'm so so tired of seeing done just for the hell of it.

of all the shows, i probably watched the great s2 quickest because it was just so off the wall and the tone of s1 still fascinates me. but even that dragged and was partly guilt tripping to justify my hulu subscription, and i could never let my guard down because it was always going for the most outrageous grotesque thing. i’m stalled on s3 now that they’re killing off characters left and right.

i watched shadow and bone s2 like 15-20 minutes at a time in july because i just found it a snoozefest compared to s1. i legit just wanted to finish it to cross it off my list. how terrible is that? the moment i finished, i started the fame game, a bollywood show, literally because of one gifset on my dash. and watched that 4x faster than anything else i’ve seen all year. cementing my idea that the best of netflix is their international shows. but that shit was pretty dark too.

so beginning of august, i opened up netflix sleep deprived and looking for something to get my mind off my impossible deadline and fuel some writing inspiration. someone on my dash was recently talking about Heartstopper, and it reminded me i missed watching it last year when everyone was talking about it. so seeing it pop up on my netflix screen, i absentmindedly thought, "what the hell let’s see what the fuss is about" and started the first episode. and you know it did the impossible. it grabbed me from the first few frames, and i looked up 2 hours later like oh right sleep. and now i just want to analyze it like a bug. what the hell makes it work where others have failed?

the binging culture inherent to streaming tv is fascinating to me because i almost never do it. if there is one anti-binger out there, she is me. i miss the era of one episode a week on a certain night every day for years. my patience maxes out at 45 minutes every time. i think it’s terrible that shows need to be so bingeable millions of people have to watch an entire season in a weekend to get renewed. because even the best shows i can't commit to doing that for. where does anyone find the time or brainspace, idek.

i know most of the coverage and reaction to the show seem to be about representation and i agree. but there’s something about the elements of Heartstopper that just work where other tv shows lately have faltered and i want to break it down for parts. because on paper it does seem so simple. some of it really is just basic storytelling in tv. those first three episodes are key and the pacing is excellent, every second counts and the acting, editing, and music really drive the show and keep it compelling. on rewatch, i can see how the addictive quality is very much in the editing, in the music, to keep it punchy so that you never think to stop watching. but it’s also in the white space, the moments they give to the lead actors to let a moment breathe. i've been beating this drum for decades now but this show gave so many good examples of it.

several 5-minute sequences caught me thinking god that so compelling why how. the one that stood out on rewatch is the texting sequence in 102 after nick’s interception of the assault scene. there’s zero dialogue but the editing, acting, and music work together to feel the weight of the moment and then lift up from there.

all these essentials combine with something unique like the animations as visual representations of emotions and attraction and create some kind of magical alchemy. it’s been a long time since i’ve thought about it but “lightning in a bottle” describes the best seasons of tv i’ve seen: where it feels like everyone on set, all the actors, every one of the crew, writers, directors, care about the story and are working on all cylinders to do their best job. in the age of streaming, this seems to be more rare than ever and learning about mini writing rooms during the WGA strike has helped to understand why. so has seeing those checks to send home the overall state of residuals in the streaming era. to do the best job people need to be paid fairly. full stop.

so i started Heartstopper and watched 4 episodes in the blink of an eye. the next day, 6; the last day 4. then i did a thing i almost never do anymore: i looked up the soundtrack. music has always been a driver for me, a tv show that nails a score or soundtrack is always gonna get under my skin more than one that doesn’t. it’s part of the necessary ingredients for a good show for me. all my forever tv loves, music plays a central role, music that defines and sets the tone for the show and then becomes forever married to it. you can create a list of the songs and play it back and see the show unfurl again in your mind. its my favorite way of revisiting a show without actually watching it, after a good vid that is. but it works best when the music is a dead lock for the scene or character and typically this is sound driven more than lyrically driven. this show uses a 2012 era style sound i already have a strong affinity for, i have multiple work playlists from the last decade to drive me through a deadline with Foster The People, Fitz and the Tantrums, et al.

but it also did a thing i haven't seen in a long while: the lyrics were used as an extension of the script for internal character POV. in the first episode alone you have the following lyrical-visual pairs: -i'll go anywhere you want to go on charlie getting ben's text to meet -i wanna get lovesick with you on nick watching charlie run and asking him to join the team -right before i'm swallowed by my mind and cursing at the sky on charlie out of place on the rugby field before nick pulls him in to the group -what's the point of looking at the view? cause every time i do i just see you on elle and tao missing each other -the world ends it's you and me/in my head if we can be together/maybe we'll live forever on nick tackling charlie and the leaves animations around them -i see the signs of a lifetime on nick getting charlie's thank you x text paired with the flowing bird animations roll to the credits

this is vidding happening here.

so i spent a good two days listening to the soundtrack and related albums as i got through my deadline. and then i started getting some more questions about the timeline on the story (the soundtrack is of a style popular circa 2012 that i associate with 8tracks playlists even though the actual songs are a bit later, 2015 onwards) and looked up the books the show was based on. i started Solitaire after seeing it was the author’s first book and wanting to read tori’s POV after the glimpses in the show got me thinking about her elder daughter role.

then i looked up the comics when i realized the timeline of Solitaire was a year later and wanted to fill in the gaps. and wow, i’m in awe of how much of the show was already here, how much detail went into the show to match certain frames. the comics are basically acting as storyboards for the show. i used to do the most basic storyboarding for vidding a lifetime ago. i’ve recently gotten the storyboarding itch again the last few months after watching some BTS docs on TCM about storyboard artists and remembering how fascinating and underappreciated the skill actually is. there's some beautiful storyboarding out there, but it doesn't have to be beautiful, it's just got to be functional. at its heart, it's about the frame, the shot, the visual that tells the story. and a lot of that is already done in the comics and translated straight to screen.

i’m inspired learning about alice oseman’s story as a young author, how she started and finished Solitaire before graduating high school, writing the story she wished she saw on the shelves. then how she was taken with her two secondary characters and started teaching herself how to draw to visualize and bring to life their own journeys. it’s such a great example of how storytelling takes on a life of its own and how you are not defined by only your current skillset. there are no boundaries on creativity and curiosity but the ones we self-impose on ourselves.

the last few years, i’ve been thinking a lot about why some works fail to resonate while others succeed, especially in regard to book to screen adaptation. it probably started with the absolute fail that was GOT S8 and rereading THG next to the films and grown from there with my TCM pandemic focus. obviously it’s a gamechanger when the author is the showrunner and that alone is rare. the whole nature of Heartstopper as a webcomic first and driven by subscribers and kickstarter donations is unique as well. alice has built up a passionate audience to create for that helped promote the show and that makes a lot of difference.

but the streaming element is an added issue. by the time i finished season 2, my one overriding thought was wow, imagine society if this had aired 20 years ago. i couldn't help but think of the kids this show could have helped, seeing such an sincere example of queer community on screen. but interrogating that further, i know it’s a silly thought. it wouldn’t have gotten made at all. in 2000, dawson's creek kicked up hate over one gay kiss that amounted to almost nothing. my best friend at 15 came out as gay and felt like he had to pirate QaF asap as the only piece of queer rep around but something far outside of our age group. this story is age appropriate for the age that needs it. in 2023, homophobic parents are waging wars on the school board and libraries in our area for carrying books with queer representation including those of oseman's. no network would greenlight 22 episodes of a queer tumblr webcomic. netflix gave the show 4 hours for its first season in the middle of the pandemic. it only gets made in the streaming era. it is a product of the times, even if the story originates 10 years earlier.

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the picture of queer community and lifting up and supporting others is essential for the age this is targeting. i know i'm 20 years older than that target and am mindful of that. this show is not for me. but it's been a while since i've watched a teen series, probably skam, which is a big outliner in teen shows. i think from my dash i assumed the show was going to be pure teen fluff but instead was surprised how much texture it has. the love story is the focus of the gifsets, but it does sell the show short imo. the world doesn’t ignore the dark parts---homophobic bullies, abusive partners and clueless parents, trauma and its long tail, anxiety and eating disorders, the ways love and community can uplift and support but not cure. reading Solitaire i can see where it’s coming from, a dark story that starts the verse. the darkness is there not ignored but part of the journey. its presence makes the light more powerful. but its best virtue is that despite its dark parts, it’s at heart a comforting story. and i think this is an overarching reason why it succeeds as a show. the comic does right by each character and in turn cares for the reader. so everyone working on it saw the story as a comfort themselves and did right by the story. that care shows on screen.

the way Solitaire ends is a thesis statement of sorts for the osemanverse: support and lift each other up, you’re not alone and stronger as a community. it matches skam's thesis, and heartstopper continues it. that reminder is a balm to these times. it's the ethos of organizing but it got lost in isolation of the last few years. its simplicity is part of its power. part of lightning in a bottle is timing. i know some people have lived with this story for years, but after 4 long plague years, its sincerity speaks to me. i can’t think of a reminder i needed more than this story at this time. sometimes you really do stumble on the right story right when you need it.

anyway, this verse has gotten in my brain now so fair warning. heartstopper/osemanverse posting ahead.

#heartstopper #ive been stuck in bugs grief narrative for too long #this is a balm to my soul #i love it but im also breaking it down for parts #my txt #RB off #2023 #sometimes youre just running on empty and dont even realize it til a fandom blindsides you #havent done a tv braindump in ages #this is why #long post #pulling together all of my tag thoughts into one post

[jeysecretive]

This is a story I wrote a while ago, but didn't finish it. Now I'm in the process of continuing it.

I published it on Wattpad in Russian, now I've translated it and will post it here.

Next part!

SURVIVOR

(Part 1)

INMATE

***

Before you start reading this, I want to say that this story was made up on inspiration and it's unlikely I'll finish it. Also, when I write "human" or "people" I will usually mean regular people. When referring to Mobians, I will put "°" next to the word so as not to confuse the reader.

***

"...–A month and a half! And still no luck! You'll have to work hard to get any information out of him! Do you have any idea how much damage he's done to us? It's costing us too much money to keep him alive. He's killed about fifty of my men trying to escape, even though he's only been out for half an hour! And his escape was almost successful, he is incredibly dangerous, and we need to stop this research, I repeat especially for you!"

"–There is no need to insult me, sir. This is not my fault, only the unpreparedness of your soldiers."

"–Ha! Says the man who's spent half his life working under the hood of a lab like a rat?!"

"Your insults will get you nowhere. I'm sick and tired of hearing you complain about my work every day. So please, do me a small favor and let me finally tell you about the device I've been working on all this time. I would like to introduce you to my E-21 Z series hypno-modifier. I have recently completed its development, and it is currently the most powerful unit I have the finances to build. Your prisoner is unusually strong, I insist on pointing out that it's been three weeks since he's been fed, and he still fights off the best fighters with the same ferocity. He has been exposed many times to z–rays,* electrowaves and heavy radiation. We have repeatedly tried to kill him with powerful sleeping pills and poisons. But there's been no change in his system. It seems we're not succeeding in killing him. I've even had thoughts of immortality. But I don't want to confirm it definitively by resorting to firearms tests. His abilities should be utilized to the fullest, and it's possible that he may yet serve us well. There's only one problem left. His recalcitrance. But I have found a way to solve that issue as well. According to my calculations, I should be able to adjust the machine to affect his nerve center. It may take a little longer than I had estimated, but I have no doubt that my machine will work. By affecting the brain, my apparatus completely deprives the subject of his will and ability to think for himself, which makes it much easier to control him. This man° can be useful to us in missions and in mopping up enemy bases. In addition, I would like to make a few technological modifications to his body. Once I've done that, I'll be able to say with certainty that the subject is under our control."

"- But still, he had a reason to infiltrate the life support sector, didn't he? I consider ourselves very lucky, as my men found nothing there but two old bolts removed from what appears to be a heating boiler. It was impossible to put anything inside it, as any bomb would have exploded at that high temperature, and when I and my men searched the whole place, we found no suspicious objects or traces. But the possibility that he was only walking here seems to me as absurd as possible!

Why else would he try to escape? Why did he kill the soldiers? Why was he silent during interrogations? Also, he never took off his cloak, by the way, why didn't we ever take it off ourselves...?

Okay, more on that later... Anyway, the things he's done are more than enough to get him sentenced to the firing squad. To be honest, I've just wanted to finish him off ever since we caught him, all this research finesse isn't for me."

"- I don't think you'll have to do that after exposure to my device. Psychotropic substances and special ultrasonic waves will do the trick, the device affects the brain instantly, depriving the will and taking away the ability to 'think clearly'. I have experimented on twenty-six subjects, and no side effects or residual memory have been noticed even after two weeks. At first, my device only affected the brains of the "morally weak" subjects, but I finally fixed that. After the procedures, we'll be able to find out who he is and what his goals are, since he'll obey us without question."

"–I didn't really want to bother with this nonsense.... We caught him and that's it. I can finish him off with a bullet to the forehead at any time, but as it is, he's just a beast you were sent to me to experiment on. I still don't understand why he's important to my superiors... By the way, when are you going to start your hypno-procedures?"

"–Hmmm... I wish I could start soon... But I'm still curious about one small detail in his appearance. He... Never took off his cloak, right?"

"–That's right. That's the most interesting thing, we still don't know what he looks like... When captives are brought into the cells, we photograph each one and catalog their details, but I haven't seen any pictures yet."

"–But you know that this... "Grrr" fox zeroed out all our data a week ago. It's entirely possible that we've merely forgotten what he looks like, since you and I are on a tight schedule.... But DNA tests taken from saliva or hair... I was obligated to take them as part of my experiments. I- I find that odd. It's like I'm having a memory lapse..."

"–Perhaps you're just overworked?"

"–Y-yes, you're probably right... Please follow me, I need to prepare the rig for action, and you should check the functionality of the 'electro-flash'... But... But still. Why do I have this strange feeling...?"

***

On the floor of a gray, iron-plate cage sat a man wearing a black cloak that concealed almost his entire body. His clothes were torn and covered in dried blood stains in some places. If you were able to look closely, you would probably be able to notice the terrible state the captive was in. The black and grayish, dirty jacket partially hid it, but you could still see the emaciated body, with bones protruding and wounds everywhere. Burns on his side were visible starting to fester. The infection soon promised to spread to his stomach. He treated those scars every day with a small amount of water that was brought into the cage to prolong his life a bit. But that would soon become useless... The body was almost devoid of life energy. His own life was precious to this man, but he felt death creeping closer every day. He was so weak that it could seem as if he was almost dead... But there was still strength inside. Willpower that kept him from dying all this time.

He had a purpose. He had a mission. And he would fulfill it, no matter what it took. His ears, hidden under the hood, picked up every sound, every conversation. He heard the gates open, letting in another division of soldiers. The noise of the water-supply mechanisms... The fourth discussion of plans for a raid on the President's headquarters, which had already been studied up and down...

Every day he stubbornly searched for information that would be useful in capturing or destroying this huge base. They had kept him here too long. His only desire was to escape. Under these conditions, it seemed the most resilient would lose their minds. The filthy cage, the lack of food and water, the brutal torture that froze the soul... The captive had one goal in mind. For too long he had struggled. Everything was being drained from him. Mind, life, emotions, humanity.... Every day it became more difficult to overcome the shroud of bitterness and despair. The entire building was well studied, thanks to a very keen sense of hearing. Inside already sat the realization that getting out of here could be fairly easy. But there was no way to escape just like that... Impossible.

But there was already a solution for that.

Blow up the base.

*Z-rays are something like radiation, but much more powerful (this is my fiction, I don't know them in reality).

There may be inaccuracies and errors in the translation, as I was too lazy to rewrite the text in English and used a translator, I have only corrected what I noticed. :P

#sonic characters #shadow #shadow the hedgehog #my fic #fanfiction #tumblr fanfic

[zenki-soukokq]

Hi! I hope you have a nice day :)

Can I asked about romantic genshin matchup request? (any characters)

My personality type is INTP, 5w4, zodiac sign is Gemini. I have short, light brown hair, blue/grey eyes. She/her. I'm about 5'5 but I don't really know. I really like ugly sweaters and music like "the smiths", "queen", "the cure", "the happy fits", "david bowie", "jack stauber", "crywank". My language of love is quality time. I fond of philosophy (I study it on a professional and scientific level, if I can say so), reading and cinematography. I'm not very emotional person, rather this thing really makes me tired. But I really curious person. I like romantic things, but maybe more in observational meaning. Anyway I have daddy issues. I like smart, wise, well-read, interesting, supportive and caring people who can give me new knowledge and thoughts. But I like to spend enough time alone, because my social battery and work. At the same time I like communicating with people, I think this is a great way to get to know this world better.

I will be waiting for your answer!

Thanks :)

You have been matched up with...Layla!

A Rtawahist student who always looks sleep-deprived. Her dark eye circles have been worsening due to academic stress. Yet no matter how difficult the work at hand, she always manages to make the most brilliant deductions. Could she be writing her thesis in her dreams?

How you two met:

Another day, another flurry of assignments from the Akademiya. Today, though, a different type of assignment was given to the Rtawahist students. Students were to be paired up and to work together on a project about their reasons for entering the Akademiya, so that the alumni could get to know each other better.

Despite it being nearly the middle of the year, the Akademiya had decided to put all of the students through a partner assignment to get to know each other

Layla, being in the same class as you, was randomly paired up with you

She got up to sit down next to you, so that you two could start learning about each other for the project

Both of you sat in a bit of silence for a couple of minutes, until she began with the question of why you sought out education from the Akademiya

That started a line of interrogation-like questions were exchanged between the two of you

Layla had been listening attentively, and jotted down quick notes about your answers, and you did the same

This went on till ten minutes before the end of the class, when the two of you decided that you would work separately to analyze the answers that each of you got

Layla seemed as if she was thinking quite deeply about what was on her paper, yet she had not verbalized any of it, nor had she written anything else down on her paper

Nevertheless, you could tell that she was working through her thoughts very carefully

Later, when all of the classes had wrapped up for the day, you and Layla sat in your respective rooms, working through assignments. You finished yours diligently, falling asleep without a worry in your mind. Layla, however, had gone through quite the opposite.

Layla sat in her room, panicking somewhat over her papers

More specifically, she was panicking over her papers about you

She knew exactly how she felt about you in her mind, but she couldn't formulate the sentences nor the thoughts in words

It was almost like her thoughts about you were in feelings only, something that was purely emotional

She fell asleep at her desk, and just like every other night, she went into an odd sleepwalking state

In her supposedly sleepwalking mode, she began to write pages of what she was able to decipher about you, and how she felt about you

Pages and pages of her thoughts and feelings were brought into existence, and before long, they had completely consumed the entire area of her desk

Remarkably, all of these notes were completely organized, and even more, were so bluntly direct in their wording, that it couldn't be mistaken on how she felt about you

Later, Layla had woken up, and was in shock at the amount of work that now laid on her desk

She had no time to contemplate this occurrence though, as she collected all of the papers strewn on the table, and headed to class

Now, it was time for her to share what she had written, and she was a little embarrassed at how blunt the words had been written

"So, yesterday, I was able to understand that...oh...I, have some specific feelings about you. There's not much else I could try to paint this as...well, here it goes...written on my paper, it says very clearly that I love you-!"

Why you two are compatible:

A Rtawahist student who specializes in Theoretical Astrology. Heavily prone to somnambulism and locked in a grinding war with sleep deprivation, the problem of restful slumber is a most troubling one to her.

I imagine that Layla would be very similar to you, in a way where the two of your personalities don't clash with each other

Quality time would also probably be her primary love language as well, due to the fact that she probably doesn't have much time to begin with

If her partner could find the time in a relationship to spend with her, then she'd likely be very happy from that alone

I think her position as a student in the Akademiya would also be quite nice for the both of you, for multiple reasons

Whether or not you're also in the Akademiya, it allows for you and her to have conversations about her studies (and yours)

It also allows for a natural space from each other in the relationship

Due to your social battery (and the social battery that I envision her to also have), it makes for a mutual understanding of not needing to be social with each other 24/7

You and her would be mentally and intellectually stimulated by each other, likely because of how both you and her have a lot of knowledge about your respective fields

Generally, the two of you seem like naturally compatible people

Relationship Headcanons:

A lot of your time with her is probably spent in the House of Daena

Study dates are very common, as well as dates where the two of you work on assignments in the same room

For the most part, the two of you don't see each other/actively interact with each other for more than 2-4 hours a day

This is due to her schedule and yours, as well as your general temperaments

She does try to make it a habit to get into a better sleep routine to spend more time with you, though

Like I said before about being mentally and intellectually stimulating each other, that's probably a large part of the relationship

In fact, most people would probably say that you're research partners, and not actually in a personal relationship

You two would exchange book recommendations, and also recommend certain courses for each other

After education in the Akademiya (however long that is), you two would likely end up working together in some way, whether it be as researchers, or something else

New Years Headcanons:

Layla likely doesn't really celebrate New Years as much as other people

Her exhaustion and tiredness is the cause of that

However, this year, she wanted to at least do something small for you

Since the Akademiya gave this day off for the students, she decided to spend most of it sleeping, and when she woke up, she would do something for you

Almost all of the day passed by while she slept, and when she had woken up, her clock told her that it was around eleven

This was the perfect timing, and she made her way over to your room

After knocking on your door, and waiting for a minute, she brought up her idea to you

Her idea was to simply head down into the city, and to have some snacks and drinks at the café

You agreed, and the two of you began to slowly make your way down into the city

Finally, you had reached the café, and got a table off in a secluded corner outside

A platter of snacks soon found it's way to your table, along with some hot coffee

Neither of you had been keeping track of the time, so when bright green lights began to splatter the skies, the two of you were caught off guard

Layla had been slightly dozing off, and her head had jerked up as she looked up into the sky

You had simply turned your head upwards, and had seen the abundance of fireworks that now expanded across the dark night

"Wh- oh! I didn't even realize that it was already this late...ah...oh-! Happy New Years-! Sorry, I think I might be falling asleep..."

Afterword:

I hope you enjoyed the matchup! (Also, I hope it doesn't seem too low quality or something like that, since I'm in quite a similar state to Layla as I write)

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[hwavsg4ch4n]

I won't distract you || BC

Warnings: fem!reader, sub!reader, soft dom!Chan tries being hard dom!Chan, thigh riding, oral(fem receiving), orgasim(fem receiving), orgasim denial, pet names, slight degrading!k!nk, humiliation!k1nk if you squint :), Fluff

Disclaimer: this is pure fiction, not real, yeah.This is only my second imagine here, still easing into things before I go crazy lol.

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Description: Chan just wants you to take better care of yourself, he’ll get that point across however he can. He also wants you to know your place.

imagine starts under the cut :)

Ignoring your stomach growling violently, you continued to write down notes. Even though you were tired and had extreme burnout, you pushed on. Your professor's emails about being pushed into the pass/fail list had your self-care skills plummeting into oblivion.

You flinched as the front door slammed shut, quickly looking at the clock placed on your dresser you frowned as you read "3:06am". Usually you'd be asleep by the time Chan gets home to you, the feeling of him getting in bed and pulling you close; pressing a warm comforting kiss on your temple before whispering a low "I love you", you couldn't even hear.

"Y/n? Why are you up baby?" You huff as he walks into the room, not wanting to answer him as the feeling of temporary starvation and sleep deprivation made you irritated. "Hey, hey... princess you don't look so good." Your frown gets even lower as Chan pulls your rolling chair away from your desk in order to face him. "Chris, don't do this right now, I'm busy." Chan raised his eyebrows at your tone. "Chris?" When you don't answer him and try to pull yourself away, he doesn't allow it.

He ignores your tone, trying to understand how you feel. "Baby, it's 3am. Did you even eat today?" You look down to your fiddling fingers in guilt. You're usually very good at taking care of yourself, it worried your boyfriend that your good habits were slowly breaking. "Chan, I'll eat when I'm done." You whined, trying one more time to move your chair back under the desk; he still didn't let you budge. "I'll let you study, but you have to let me make you a sandwich or soup, just something." You shook your head at his offer, delicately wrapping your fingers around his wrist. "You've worked all day Channie, I won't let you do that." He chuckled at you softly in disbelief. "I'm a grown man y/n, I do want I want. And right now I'm going to take care of you."

You couldn't help but blush at his words as he rolled you back under the desk before placing a soft kiss to your forehead, leaving the room to make you a light dinner.

With an empty cup of soup and a half empty cup of tea later, you were still studying when Chan finished his shower. "My love, come to bed, yeah? You need a break." You huffed at his words, ignoring him with slight sass you normally never show your loving boyfriend. Chan parted his lips at your attitude. Thinking of ways to bring you back down to earth, he got up from the bed; taking his hands and placing them on your shoulders and started to give you a massage. You couldn't stop your eyes from fluttering shut at the feeling, holding in any noises so he wouldn't know you like it. But Chan knew you too well, he smiled at your efforts before bending down and speaking into your ear. "It feels good doesn't it baby?" You let out a breath at her tone before dragging your lids back open.

"Don't distract me, Chan." He let out a devious chuckle that made you shiver. He needed to up his game, but how? Taking the arm of your chair, he pulled you away from the desk slightly. Going under the wide table and pulling your legs back with him, all the while smirking at your shocked expression; regardless of his heart pounding, not knowing how you'd react to this treatment. "I won't distract you princess, keep working. If you get distracted it's on you."

Your breath hitched as he slid down your shorts followed by your underwear, spreading your legs apart as he caressed the inside of your thighs. Planting kisses as you lowly whimpered at the contact you didn't even know you needed. Your hips buck as he blows soft air to your core, chest heaving as he holds your pelvis down.

"I've been wanting to taste you since I got to work this morning." A light kiss was placed to your inner lips. "But I come back and I see you overworking yourself." You groaned in frustration as his hot breath hovered where you wanted him most. "You're such a hypocrite Chan." You whispered, but he ignored. Giving a kiss to your bundle of nerves before licking a long strip up your slit. You gasped at the feeling whimpering his name as you felt him smile against you as he started to suck at your clit softly.

Gathering at the wetness the spilled out you with the pink muscle, then flicking against your bud in ways that had you seeing stars. Your whimpers gradually turned into moans, the thought of studying subsiding as immense pleasure filled your form. Head from Chan was always heaven sent, you haven't felt this relaxed in what felt like forever.

You whined as one of his fingers slid into you with such ease, he moaned against you as your velvet walls wrapped around his appendage so snugly. The feeling of your walls pulsing and tightening around his finger made him want to be in you, but he held on to the self control in order to teach you a lesson.

He continued to pump, the sounds of your arousal and wet slurping filling the room. “Ch-Chan, I’m so close…” he groaned at your whimpers, smirking against you as your moans got louder and louder. Your back arches off the seat as the knot in your lower belly aches to come undone, but the euphoric feeling quickly subsides as Chan pulls away quickly. You look under the desk to see a shit eating grin on his face as he sucked bruises to your inner thighs. He's never denied you of an orgasm, you were never a brat, never need a punishment.

You’re cheeks hot as you look down at your hands, too embarrassed to even speak as Chan gets out from under the desk. You were too afraid to ask for more, feeling like you didn't deserve it; even though you desperately wanted it. You finally look up as he stands in front of you, looking down at you with a little smirk. “When did you start being so bratty baby? Have I been too soft with you? Too forgiving, hm?” He caresses your cheek as you stare up at him with doe eyes, watching as he licks the remainder of your arousal off his lips at fingers. He chuckles as you whimper at the action. "Color?" He asks, holding your cheek fondly as you let out a small "Green." He nods, continuing.

“I could’ve fucked you tonight, we could’ve cuddled and talked it out. Most importantly, you would’ve came. But no, my princess decided to be a little. Fucking. Brat.” You shiver as his hand lightly taps your cheek at every word. “Now you’re sitting at the desk, practically dripping on our floor, it's pathetic.” He smiles sarcastically before patting your cheek one last time then climbing into bed.

He's never spoke to you like this, you never even thought you'd get anything other than praises from Chan; the contrast has even more arousal pooling out of you. After a couple of minutes of trying to rub your thighs together and create some friction, you turn off your computer and get up from the desk; dragging yourself into bed. Chan, who is scrolling on his phone and leaning against the head board, raises his eye brows as you straddle his left leg. Your bottom half still rid of any garments when you place yourself on his thigh, your hips start to move shyly; scared he'll tell you stop.

“Are you serious? Using me to get off? Are you that needy?” Despite his words, he doesn’t stop you. Your cheeks heated with embarrassment of being so needy, but your movements don’t falter. The fabric of his sweats rubbing against your most sensitive areas just right. Chan grabs your hips and guides you, grumbling how you can’t even take a punishment correctly, how pitiful you are for using him in this way; but every word that comes out him sounds like a soft moan.

He loves looking at you this way, using him in a way you’ve never had to before. He always makes you feel good no questions asked, the fact he denied you and orgasm made you find a way to get it yourself; his thigh was perfect. A newfound rebellion stirred inside you and Chan found it exciting.

You pant and whimper as the knot comes back. “Pl-please don’t stop me. Please.” He chuckles as you moan out these begs. Deciding it would be too much to deny you a second time, he says “I won’t baby, let go.” Waves of pleasure crash over you, back arching into Chan's touch as you let out a string of curses, your boyfriend’s name falling into the mix somewhere as he kisses your neck and squeezes your hips to help ride you through it.

After a few praises from Chan you finally calm down, not moving from his lap as you lay your head on his chest, eyes closing while he caresses your cheek with his thumb. “I've never seen you so whiny before, baby.” You groan at his teasing tone. “Because I never had to be.” You say, dragging yourself off him and waiting for him to lay down fully; resting your head on his chest as he rubs your back. Chan nods at your words, he really does try and give you everything you want and more.

"Maybe I should stop being so soft." He chuckled and you shallowly gulp at the idea. “Also, I know I over work myself, but I can’t have you doing that too y/n. Do you understand?” You nod tiredly at his words, fatigue washing over you as you peck his neck. “I won’t do it again.”

You most definitely did it again.

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[dangerous-fellowz]

zombie infested romantic walk with lawrence

mainly fluff and comedy tbh, however tw for mentions of death in a joke.

it was a casual monday evening, and you wanted to stretch your legs for a bit. so you ask lawrence if he wants to go on a stroll, march, prowl, promenade, hot girl walk, whatever he wishes to call it, you just want out of the house.

"promenade? are you bored enough to start reading the dictionary?" he asks, turning to you in his spinny desk chair.

you correct him and say you've been reading the thesaurus. which he rolls his eyes at in an amused fashion.

"ok, ok, sure. i'm almost finished writing the meal plan for this week anyways."

he gets up and pushes the chair in, before putting on the jacket you hate so much with its horrible orange color. you just slide on your shoes and reach your hand out for him to take.

he grabs both it and the safety kit as you both head out the door. you both bask in the setting sun like vitamin d deprived dogs. it was comfortable out, a nice breeze ruffling your lovers hair.

it feels so nice to just be you and him, the zombies don't count as people. they are simply background noise to the day. this has become your normal. dare you even say you are no longer surviving, but instead, thriving. life has never been better for you both, even if you do still mourn the ones you've lost (which you are alone in.)

lawrence points to an old drug store, that looks free of zombies. "do you want to do some shopping?"

"oh but, i don't know if i can afford it right now. everything is so expensive anymore!" you say jokingly, which goes right over his head.

he tilts his head like a puppy, smiling gently with his eyebrows knit together. "but... its free. we liv-"

"i'm going to steal it all." you threaten.

well now he looks concerned. "i mean really its foraging because we don't really have anyone to pay, let alone an economy to-"

"lawrence i'm so excited to steal all the lipgloss. all. the. gloss." you continue, which makes him catch onto the joke.

"well, the only thing you stole so far was, my heart." lawrence said, with an goofy grin. he wasn't good at this, but it made you love him more.

you both walked inside, picking up items and pretending as if times were normal. trying on those cheap sun glasses, lawrence picking you out a really sweet card, picking out nail polish for each other, lawrence putting an annoying toy on the top shelf so you can't reach it. you know. zombie date things.

you two reach the lip product area, and you pick up an shade of bright pink lip gloss. you turn to lawrence and say, "you know. scharlette did look drop dead gorgeous in this color."

which makes lawrence laugh so hard he has to sit down. yandere humor is typically a big hit or miss with him. this time it was an home run though.

when he collects himself he picks up an pastel pink tinted lip stick. "when i was young, i'd play with my mothers make up. i don't know why, i guess i wanted to be pretty." he says with an shrug.

you are pocketing different shiny glosses and just say, "yeah no, i can see that for you." and simply nothing more, which gives him an mini crisis before he notices hello kitty bandaids near by.

he stocks them in the safety kit, which now held: a knife, rubbing alcohol, some snacks, a note lawrence left you about how to clean a wound that was oddly lovey dovey, a lighter, plenty of water, and now cute bandaids. "lets head home before it gets too dark." he suggests, packing it up carefully.

you poke his cheek and smirk, "oh, is it grandpa hours? time to sleep the second the sun sets?" you ask, before he kisses your cheek.

"is it so bad to want to cuddle up next to my partner?" lawrence asked with a playful huff.

you blankly look at him. "you're just tired of holding the bag, huh?"

he looks away. "...no." so yes. you grab it as you two walk home.

the zombies are just background music to you two wandering back home. life may not be normal, but you both found a love that doesn't require a normal life. it's perfect just the way it is.

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