#(this is sadly not a figure... wish it was so i could have it lol)

[shiki-jin]

YOUR CELESTIAL MAJESTY • SAGAU

(part 0 here)

was listening to TruE on loop while writing the last part of this, it's genuinely such a good song ugwvdya

also can you spot the contradiction ;D it's plot relevant i promise

not proofread, dont bully me ill write a thesis on why youre a meanie

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you had long deleted genshin, since you had other things to do. you had wanted to go back to the game for a while now, now that you were less busy, but there was just one little problem.

it was now taking up nearly triple the amount of space that it was when you uninstalled it. around 300 whole gigabytes.

jesus christ, what phone can even handle this???

your phone, apparently. because as you opened the game to see if maybe a miracle would happen and that if maybe they would just, like, remove half of the things in the game, it just… kinda loaded?

no installing new files, no checking for anything, no nothing…. just an immediate pan to the gates of celestia.

you decided to check if it was the right genshin since this was just way too weird, but countering your judgement, every link you found led you to the same game, leading you to believe it not to be a bootleg or an illegal version.

guess i’ll trust it then.

you clicked on the gates which opened smoothly, and your screen turned white. then, the symbols of the seven elements appeared in gray.

and then the game just… opened. no loading time, once again. no getting stuck on the geo symbol, nothing. nada. just a smooth entrance into what you had to assume to be teyvat — but your surroundings didn't really support that claim.

the grass was brown and just looked off, the sky was gray. a darker shade than, say, mond’s walls, but it was like one of those game crashes.

well, except you could still move around.

you moved your current character around (the traveller? since when were they the only one in your team?) and decided to open the map after not figuring out where you could possibly be.

hold on, this is springvale? since when?

eveything looked dead, like it had been rotting for a century. you tried to ignore it though, and teleported to the inside of mondstadt. surely this was just some glitch, right? one that would fix itself if you teleported?

maybe the world loaded incorrectly, maybe the fact that nothing took time to load meant that it couldn't load, maybe this or that, maybe…

maybe this really was how the game looked normally. you hadn't done any quests though, so you wondered if it could be restored.

you took a screenshot of the your surroundings — the stone, worn down and dirty. the houses which looked to be in a horrible state, and… the npcs, all sickly and pale, like they were starving.

you went to reddit (yes, reddit), and posted the screenshot, asking if it was normal.

you closed the game and decided to take a nap, too tired to really deal with this shit any further.

while you slumbered, people replied to your post.

╰┈➤ lol me too anon, me too

╰┈➤ isn't the game closed or wtv? how'd you get this wtf

╰┈➤ they're trolling

╰┈➤ o makes sense oops

╰┈➤ So we’re all still mourning huh

╰┈➤ jokes aside that's a super impressive edit ngl

you remained unaware of the truth, but you'd find out soon enough.

actually, you'd find out now, apparently…

what the fuck?? why is my bed so hard now?

you groaned and forced your eyes open, seeing a dark, nearly black sky.

the only light was a single star, lingering right above you.

“since when was i outside...?"

a voice spoke to you, answering your question.

“you always have been, have you not? but would you like to head inside, my lord?”

... huh? i recognize that voice...

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p.s. place your bets on who it is, i’m thinking of one specific character but if there's a fan fav i'll make it them instead since i haven't written anything beyond this point (⁠・⁠_⁠・⁠;⁠)

p.s.s. don't expect updates to this series too quickly, i wish i could write as quick as i think of ideas but sadly that's not the case orz

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #sagau #yandere x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin x reader #yippie #genshin self aware #genshin self aware au

[binarycafe]

Charuca Vargas 2007

#charuca vargas #early web #robot #original character #3d art #(this is sadly not a figure... wish it was so i could have it lol) #(or rather dream about having it cause im broke lmao) #character design #tv head #screen face #cute robot #2000s #kawaii art #kawaii aesthetic

[hgfictionwriter]

Ache

Jessie Fleming x reader

Summary: Sometimes love isn't enough. Despite how much you and Jessie love each other, life gets in the way.

A/N / Warning: Angst. And no smut. Yet lol.

A heavy sigh escaped you as you rounded the corner to your apartment. Your eyes were trained on the concrete below as you dug in your pocket for your keys. The evening wind was brisk and sharp against your skin. When you lifted your gaze, the figure before you froze you in your tracks and your chest tightened immediately, breath catching in your throat.

"Jessie?"

She'd been staring at the ground and her head snapped up as she was broken from her thoughts. She shot up from where she'd been sitting on the ledge of the garden outside your building. Her eyes were wide as she looked to you and though she opened her mouth to speak, the words were lost on the tip of her tongue.

It'd been weeks since you'd talked and so much longer since she'd been to your apartment. You swallowed and internally cursed at how, even after all this time, just the sight of Jessie made your eyes prickle with the start of tears.

"Again?" She'd asked. Her voice was tired as it came through the phone and you cast your gaze down at the disappointment that bled through.

"I'm sorry. I tried to get someone else to go, but I own the account, so-"

"I know, I get it," she cut you off. There was no malice in her voice, but it wasn't any less sad. "I know you have to go."

"I'll be back on the 6th. My flight doesn't get in until after dinner, but you can come over," you told her, trying to sound positive.

"I leave for camp at 4 the next morning." Again, her words were simple and they weren't accusatory, but the heaviness between you was loud. You stopped trying to hide.

"We've only seen each other once this month," you stated.

"I know," she said quietly.

Silence began to fill your conversation.

"So, what do we do?" You finally asked. Your chest already ached knowing what the answer was. This feeling, this moment, had been creeping in for months. You'd done what you could to keep it at bay, but its inevitable arrival was here.

A few seconds later she responded.

"I don't think things are going to change any time soon." Her voice was soft, mixed with regret and acceptance. "And it shouldn't. We're both doing what we should be doing. I can't slow down - I have to make the most of my career while I can. It's the same for you."

"I know," you agreed as tears began to well in your eyes. "I'm so proud of you, you know." You added with a small laugh that didn't fully veil the way your voice choked up. "And I never want to hold you back."

"I'm proud of you, too," she echoed, her own voice growing thick with emotion. "And same - I'd never want to hold you back either."

"I really love you," you continued and your voice cracked under the strain. "I hope you've felt that."

"I have." She sniffled. "I love you, too, and I hope you've never had to doubt that."

You bit down on your lip, looking up to the ceiling as tears began to fall down your cheeks.

"I guess this is it,” you said more than asked as your voice wavered.

Another sniffle came through the phone. "I think so." Her voice was taut. "I still want to be friends," she added in a rush, her voice shaking, "but this isn't working. I can't give you what you need, and..."

"I can't give you what you need," you finished for her.

"Yeah," she admitted quietly. "I've never wanted someone the way I want you. I love you so much-" her voice was breaking "-I miss you all the time. And even when we're together, it breaks my heart because I know we have to leave again soon."

"It hurts to be together and apart. I know the feeling," you relayed sadly. "I wish it wasn't this way. I can't imagine loving anyone more."

"I don't want to ask you to wait. And I know you won't ask me to wait for you because neither of us wants to make promises we can't keep."

"Jessie." Her name came out in a strangled whimper and you heard her cry.

"I can't imagine not loving you. But, if you meet someone who makes you happy and gives you what you need...," she trailed off.

"I understand. And I wish the same for you," you said even though it felt like a dagger through your heart.

Silence infiltrated your conversation once more before a laugh escaped you, though it came out more like a sob.

"I did not expect this call to go this way."

Jessie gave a watery laugh of her own. "Me neither." A pause. "I guess it's been coming though."

"I know," you relented. "I just didn't want it to be true."

After a few moments, Jessie spoke again.

"I love you, Y/N."

"I love you, too, Jessie. Always."

You said you'd be friends, but it was all at once too easy and too difficult. As was the problem, it wasn't that often you got to see each other or talk, but when you did, it felt like the most natural thing in the world to be with her. So when she stood too close, held your gaze for too long, or when you'd hug at the end of the night and hold onto one another too tightly and for too long, it tore you apart.

That had gone on for nearly a year, and it hadn't gotten any easier. You fell back into old habits just too easily.

The last time you saw each other, at a mutual friend’s birthday, she’d come over to say “hi”. Innocent enough until something as simple as showing her something on your phone turned into you two sitting so close together your legs touched. As you talked, if you turned your head too much to the side your lips would’ve grazed her cheek. Did she mean for her hand to brush against yours?

The only way to move on was to cut yourself off completely. She'd understood and she even apologized for making things difficult, but it wasn't just her, it was you too.

Now, here she was sitting outside of your apartment, shivering and cold, looking to you and struggling to find her words.

"What are you doing here?" You finally asked. "Shouldn't you be with the team?"

"You saw?" She asked, looking so innocent and you cursed the rush of affection that rose in you.

"Win the Shield? Of course I did." You had to laugh. A smile finally broke out across her freckled face and that still too familiar pink tinge grew darker across her cheeks. You relented some. "You were great. No surprise."

Jessie began to fidget, her hands jostling in her jacket pockets and she shuffled idly from foot to foot. She scratched the back of her neck as she went back to studying the pavement. This time she managed to speak though.

"I-I'm sorry to show up out of the blue. I just - we were all celebrating, and of course I was happy, but, I-I don't know." She huffed in frustration. “I’ve been sitting here thinking and planning what I was going to say and now…”

"It's okay, Jess," you told her gently, understanding that this was not her norm and something was clearly going on. She looked up at you and gave a couple of grateful nods. She studied you for a few seconds and it pained you that even during that time you were getting lost in her eyes.

"I know you said you don't want to see me - that being around each other and talking was making it too hard to move on." She paused, though her eyes didn't leave yours. You saw her steel herself and she straightened up as she continued. "But I don't want to move on. And, to be honest, I've known it deep down for a while now.

"Today - every game, really - I found myself looking out into the crowd too many times searching for you. And when we were leaving, everyone's all stoked to go out and party, but I just wanted to be with you - anywhere with you. I wanted to share this with you. So, even after a year of me trying to tell myself that we made the right decision, I know we - or at least I - was dead wrong. Because I miss you. So much.” Her voice wavered and her eyes glistened. “It's not just this that I want to share with you - it's every day, little moments and the big. I don’t care if it has to be through text or a call most of the time. It just has to be you.”

"Jessie." You breathed her name out, trying desperately to process everything she was telling you. She took a step towards you, shoulders set and determined and she carried on.

"I love you. From the beginning and I never stopped. I know you're trying to move on, but this is me taking a chance and telling you how I feel. I don't want you to move on - I want to be the person you come home to, the person you call, with you through the good and the bad. I know our schedules are still a problem, but I'd rather have one evening with you than a year without."

Your breath hitched as her proclamations grew. You saw her clench and unclench her fists nervously before she continued.

“And even if one day you’d decide we could be friends again,” she trailed off momentarily, gaze shifting away before settling on you once again resolutely, “honestly, I don’t want to be friends. You’re right - we can’t be friends. I can’t be next to you and pretend I don’t want to hold you, I don’t want to kiss you. Or talk with you and not tell you that I love you and you mean the world to me. And,” she took a steadying breath, “I’m really hoping that you feel the same.”

Jessie fidgeted a bit, some of her doubt and insecurity creeping back in. Still, she looked at you with hopeful eyes.

"So, will you have me?"

#jessie fleming #jessie fleming x reader #jflem #woso #woso community #woso x reader #woso imagine #canwnt

[lowkeyrobin]

hello!!

would you be willing to do a TMR minho fic?

basically just them at the little glade treehouse (i live for that treehouse lol) and maybe they stole some food from frypan and are just chatting and having a laugh together whilst cuddling or something bc they dont get to spend alot of time together as he is always in the maze??

(been loving your writing recently btw, literally one of the v few writers who write for MCYTS and respect their boundaries so tysm!!)

hope ur having a good day:)

oh hell yeah brother LMAO ; also thank you and you're welcome!! im all for respecting boundaries because ik how that feels when they're broken + I'm not a weirdo lol, and thank you for appreciating my work, it means sm to me 🫶🫶🫶 ; have a good day/night :) ; post writing me, sorry this is so short :( ; also I know I said I was in trouble but NEVER BACK DOWN NEVER WHAT??

MINHO ; tree house cuddles

summary ; sneaking food into the tree house and having late night convos with minho

warnings ; language

disclaimers ; reader is a track-hoe, Thomas has been in the maze for months and exists, but no Teresa/escaping the maze

word count ; 459

masterlist

You loved your beautiful boyfriend Minho. He was an angel sent from above, truly. Or... maybe below? The box and what existed out of the Glade was confusing, sadly. God, you wished you could remember anything outside of here.

Sadly, you hadn't seen him very much recently.

He'd been busy with his duties in the maze and the Map Room, and you've been busy working in the gardens damn near all day every day. Your rations were running low, the crops were growing slower than ever, and you couldn't figure out why. It's not like there were deer or raccoons feasting on them either. It was just you Gladers here, nothing else. You'd been stressing out over it and needed some time away from it for a while.

Thankfully, the beloved tree house existed, and rarely anyone used it.

You'd stolen a basket of fruit from Fry's kitchen, awaiting the arrival of Minho. Hopefully, Newt stuck to his word, or remembered to, to send Minho to the tree house to spend some time with you.

Thankfully, the beautiful Korean boy showed up, dressed casual and out of the heavy gear he had to wear in the maze. He greeted you with a tired yet warm smile, sitting down with you on the wooden floor.

"Hey, how's your day?" He asks, sitting next to you, shoulder to shoulder.

You hand him a little basket of strawberries. "Fine, I guess." You shrug, "Need a minute away from the gardens"

He nods, "I need a minute away from the shuckin' maze"

You dangle your feet off the side of the platform, soaking up each other's presence.

He pulls you into his lap, between his legs. He rests his chin on your shoulder while his arms rest around your waist. You feel your stomach swarm with butterflies, resting your hands over his.

"I love you" He whispers, placing a kiss on your temple.

"Love you too, dork," you reply with a smile, leaning your head back to rest yourself against him.

"What a romantic" He giggles, pulling you a little closer.

The night continues on in peace, smiles, giggles and kisses shared, hands intertwined. You share your body heat, cuddled up and comfy.

"No, no, no, he said something like he was gonna beat him back into the box! How does that even work? Gally acts like Thomas is some universal threat or something" You laugh as you speak.

"I have no idea, darling." He smiles and chuckles, listening to you ramble on and on about stories he'd missed during the day.

You look up at him and place a kiss on his jawline, a stupid smile on his face.

"Love you"

"Love you too"

"...Thanks for being mine"

"Okay, shut up, shank"

#lowkeyrobin #the maze runner x reader #maze runner x gn reader #maze runner x reader #maze runner oneshot #the maze runner #minho tmr x reader #tmr minho x reader #tmr minho #minho tmr #gender neutral reader #gn reader #they/them reader #tmr x gn reader #gn! reader

[py-dreamer]

Long hair Macaque, my beloved-

No but srsly, one of my favourite designs is just long hair mac and in this au Mammy's figure is just mostly hair.

I was trying to recreate this screenshot:

Obviously there's some difference like I tend to draw a bit chibi (big heads) and I didn't want to make Mac's hair THAT voluminous-

I wanted to achieve sort of a gypsy vibe with these little skrimblos

AND THEN I FOUND THESE:

And I could NOT pass it up.

So yeah...

Oh! And I also gave the sparkly drip to their ears

(Sh!t I just realised, I forgot the shadow creatures... I'll see if I can add them in later)

I COULDN'T for the life of me figure out the hundred yard stare to match with Mac's sharp eyes (how I draw him) and not make it look goofy so I made them spoopy and glowing instead

I sadly don't have much to say about Bai He here since her black hair didn't leave that much room for shading in a darkened environment (I'm so sorry) And this piece was to show off Mac's design more anyway (I promise Bai He will get her spotlight)

(Also Bai He, nor Mk nor Macaque wears shoes. Wukong is the only one in the family who does and I find that funny)

But oh! The hair? Here comes the fun part

(No his hair isn't purple, I just used purple to shade here)

You see I WAS going to use black hair for this photo but i soon realised how much of a pain it was just to shade it (cause i couldn't) and I was just WISHING I could use his white fur instead

And then I realised....

The white fur could be his winter coat.

Some animal's shed their fur in the winter (I think some rabbits do) and grow a new coat, occasionally with a different colour.

Therefore I could make the white fur the winter coat and during the story, his fur could be black to show how much time has passed since Bai He last saw her Baba...

Mwuahahahahahhahahahaha I'm so evil

(I was very proud of myself)

(Also I know macaques don't grow winter coats but just let me have this one ok?)

And why doesn't Bai He have white fur as well then? Well maybe she's just a different kind of monkey or perhaps it's just an age thing.

Funnily enough, when I showed this to my friend, she said he looked heavenly which is funny cause. As much as I love him, Macaque is a smug bastard and he knows it.

Like I know a lot of it was due to trauma BUT STILL

I just personally dislike how the fandom sometimes makes him seem like he could do no wrong and he is "uwu delicate babygirl that needs to be protected at all costs" when this boi is fockin FERAL man.

So despite taking a bit of a back seat in the main plot for this au, Macaque is still a smug bastard behind the scenes as much as he is a good dad

(Gosh sorry for the rant, I just had that pent up for a while now and needed to get it off my chest)

I wanted to post this yesterday on Friday 13th but oh well,

I hope I achieved the mysterious spoopy vibes as the original lol

(Click photo for less sh!tty quality)

(Also pls reblog, as much as I really appreciate feedback in general, I really like this piece and want to show it to more people...)

Gosh we are on a roll with this Shadowalkers au huh?

#art #lmk #my beloved #pog champ #py's_art #lego monkie kid #lmk au #liu er mihou #lmk bai he #lmk macaque #lmk six eared macaque #Shadowalkers au #monkey bai he #bai he will steal your kneecaps #macaque is bai he's dad #dad macaque #wolfwalkers #wolfwalkers au

[teachugger69]

a helping hand

summary: when reader is expressing her frustration with her skin, spencer is there to help her feel better (basically)

content/warnings: negative opinions on acne, mentions of food

category: fluff! (I think lol)

word count: 1k!

a/n: i've been wanting to write fic's for awhile, but like actually writing them is HELL compared to just thinking of cute little scenarios in my head for fun 😭 soooo im just gonna post this one because i could care less for it (if i post one that i actually love and people don't like it, I WILL BE CRUSHED AND NEVER WRITE AGAIN.) but anyway! please give me tips/advice if you have any :)

For the first time in years, your skin was breaking out- and heavily, too. Sighing, you sat up on the cold bathroom counter, intensely observing your newly conceived blemishes. (for an extensive amount of time.) Growing up, your skin was never in that oh so desirable clear state that all the other girls had. Not that acne was horrific, but you just felt like the odd one out when everyone else looked like modes for Goop.

In the living room, Spencer pauses his reading to glance across the apartment to the bathroom, a bubbling feeling of concern growing in him. Placing his book down, he walked over to check in on you, leaning against the open doorway. "Is something wrong?" Your sweet boyfriend asked in a caring tone. Turning on the counter so that you were facing him, you shook your head. "No- I- I'm breaking out." You groaned, breaking the number one rule of dermatology as you touched your face. "Y/N... it's okay, that happens-" "No! Spencer, I can't be breaking out like... this. I look so... ugly. I've been sticking to a strict skincare routine for this reason, and-" before you could even take a breath, Spencer quickly placed a chaste kiss to your lips. "You're not ugly, nothing can make you ugly- even this breakout." He said softly as he finally pulled away.

Why did Spencer have to be such a sweetheart? He always found a way to make you feel better, and you hated him for it. The sweet boy kissed all the spots on your face that had been affected (which probably wasn't helping, but who were you to complain?) Blushing, you lightly push him away, making a false face of disgust. "I hate you." You giggled and rolled your eyes, making Spencer let out a sarcastic gasp. "I'll live." He leaned in to whisper into the crook of your neck, leaving featherlight kisses on your pulse point. His slender fingers sliding down to caress the silky purple PJ set he bought you so excitedly. "I think you're beautiful, Y/n, I wish you could see yourself through my eyes." The boy mumbled against your skin as he delicately tried to pull the waistband of your shorts down.

"Wait-" "What's wrong?" He asked softly and pulled away. "I just- sorry- I'm just trying to figure out why I'm breaking out." You sighed and scooted down the counter to look in the mirror again. Spencer watched sadly as he saw you looking at yourself in such a negative light. Your brows furrowed as you leaned in closer, observing all of the new ugly bumps on your face. It was only when you started you squish your skin together, attempting to pop a pimple, when Spencer quickly grabbed your wrists, pulling them away from your face. "Spencer!" You frustratedly groaned, looking up at him in offense.

"Sweetheart, as much as I don't want to support this ideology... if you want to clear your skin, touching the blemishes won't help- let alone popping them." Spencer says in an incredibly quiet voice, almost as if he was scared to say anything to hurt you any more than you already were. "I can't wait for it to clear up. I've been avoiding everything wrong for years- these need to go away." You complained but listened to the genius, knowing he was right.

"How about this- how about we retrace your steps- maybe we can narrow down why you're breaking out...?" Spencer suggested thoughtfully as his hand gently brushed through your hair. You thought it out- and it was such a good idea! You nodded enthusiastically and Spencer couldn't help but smile as he saw your mood instantly heighten. "Okay, well... my skin has only been like this for a few days." Spencer nodded, taking into consideration why your skin might be acting up- and then it clicked.

"Oh! What about that new foundation you bought?! The... Maurice one? I dunno... It was clear- and expensive." Your smile faded as you bit your cheek, wondering if it really was the cause. "Makeup by Mario, baby. But... I don't think it would be because of that- that foundation is really expensive- and it has so many good reviews." You defended- mostly because you didn't want to believe that the new $42 foundation he bought you was behind your skin nightmare.

Your boyfriend thought to himself once more before he spoke again. "I uh- I think I might know why, now." He said, timidly looking down at his hands as he fiddled with them. "Well... What is it?" "Baby, it's- I-" "Just tell me, Spence." "I think it could be your diet- uh- because recently you've been- well- treating yourself. I love that you're letting yourself indulge in those foods- but they're good in moderation, my love." You just looked at him for a few seconds before giggling to yourself. "That's what you were scared to say?!" You snort and look at the boy who seems absolutely relieved that you didn't take it the wrong way. "Well... yeah." He blushed and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "I'm glad you told me- you're like... the only one who can get away with bringing up my eating habits." Spencer let out a breath that he didn't know he was holding. "O-Okay, good."

You hopped off the counter, leading the two of you out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. "Guess we're going to have to say goodbye to these..." You sighed as you grabbed a box of doughnuts- stocked with the chocolate frosted ones with sprinkles that your boyfriend loved so much. As the box hovered above the trash, Spencer yelped a childish "No!", before he quickly grabbed the box away from you. You giggled and looked up at your immature boyfriend with a judging face.

"Well... what if I said you look sexier this way That you look better and that you don't have to change?" He stammered- hands finding their way to your waist. "You're gonna seduce me- just so we can keep these doughnuts?"

"Maybe. Or maybe I just always think you look sexy- and the doughnuts are just a coincidence..." Spencer grinned slyly and let out a stupid little chuckle.

"You're really stupid for a genius, you know?"

#spencer reid #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds #matthew gray gubler #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fic

[kkl1nch0r]

title: woes of an immortal (blade x gn!reader)

angst. this is angst guys. i was feeling emo. please don't come for my throat if your soul is shattered like mine was when I typed in the last words LOL!

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Since when did once an abomination seek and find its inner beauty?

Since when did a monster find their claws worthy and able to cradle the body of their dead love gently?

Since when did a beast, its fangs eternally stained with the slaughterous voices of its sin, bound and sliced cleanly from its vices, learn to find itself worthy of affection?

Blade was the first to be.

Once his weary eyes, deprived of desire, gazed into yours– the savage tamed by the saint– everything prior to his misery (as well the whole of his suffering) had been snuffed out. Much like the blowing out of a candle with its constant need to burn, all there was left was the stub of wax. Unhealed scars, bleeding wounds, a wailing soul.

I’ve changed, repeated the immortal abomination. I’ve changed.

You had held his cold cheek firmly and told him things you alone cannot remember– only a man who had lived so mundanely could recall the very words you had uttered.

But at the merciless hands of death, who can blame for one to forget? Even those who have lived with such purpose and ambition cannot remember every word they have spoken on their deathbed.

Your deathbed was his lap, your pillows were his trembling hands, and your last breath was just as shaking as his. Your vision faded, coming into focus to see blades ugly ass eye sigh this is shit

I bring misery, he says, his voice sounding like a cry heard from the other side of a wall. I have brought this upon you.

“Do not blame yourself,” you whisper, and he begins to cry– it's a mourning howl. He’s wailing; there are no signs of him stopping, as his tears come down upon your face like rain. A scarred, quivering hand clutches yours, and your heart breaks– as much as you wish to squeeze back reassuringly, there is no strength left in your body to reciprocate his gesture. No more energy to dispel his worries.

Blade tires himself out by crying; he lets out a choked sob, having lamented so hard his voice is broken, scattered like his essence. He had been begging for death just then; why did he wish for life now?

“Blade,” you whisper weakly, and it brings another wave of sobs. Blade doesn’t know he torments you with his sorrow. You lie in his arms helplessly as the man strangles himself with his cries.

Oh, it sounds so sad. So terrible, to know that you are about to pass on and he, immortal as he is, can do nothing about it– can do nothing about his death, nor yours, and can only watch as time flies by; to wait for a person who will never come back, nobody to answer his calls. Nobody to return to; nobody to look for in the bustling crowds of the Xianzhou.

Nobody to confide in, love, protect– Blade brings your hand to his lips– a gentle kiss placed on your knuckles as you manage a weak smile, lifting your hand to hold his cheek. He so desperately presses into your touch, tears trickling down his cheeks, barely able to hold back his grieving cries.

“You…” Swallowing thickly, you try to form a coherent sentence. “You haven’t changed.”

Not one bit? Blade asks sadly, pressing his lips against the palm of your hand. The shake of your head answers him, and Blade breathes in deeply, but it hitches, and he shakes with an effort to control his silent crying.

“Not one bit,” You reply with effort, and it's surprising how such a simple phrase seems to take the breath from you. Blade nods, and you exhale resignedly, bits of the world blurring into one. They say death is peaceful, but the man looking at you tells you otherwise.

“Remember me,” You say finally, and the last fragmented vision of Blade’s face blurs into nothing. Your body scatters, fading to ashes of what remains:

You are the ghost of a memory– sometimes Blade will see your figure standing in the midst of a parting crowd– there are times when you are there and moments when you aren’t. As Blade gazes at his empty, bloody hands, he begins to wonder if you were merely a fleeting dream.

But there is nothing he can do to change about it. And so his piercing wail reaches the sky, the rumble of thunder in the rushing of gray clouds, the rain purging the very essence of what made up just a fraction of his life.

Never has Blade felt so insignificant, as he recalls the words you had whispered once before.

I’ve changed, he’d repeat. I’ve changed.

You are just the same, you had said. When one’s life changes, the soul remains as is. You are better now– better, but just the same.

Blade kneels in the dirt.

Just the very same, Blade thinks, but without you, I feel truly different.

#honkai star rail #blade honkai star rail #hsr blade #blade x reader #blade x you #honkai star rail x you #honkai star rail x reader #gender neutral reader #xianzhou luofu #xianzhou luofu hsr #hsr fanfic #hsr #hsr x reader #hsr x you #jiayun's ugly writing

[chaoticstateofaffairs]

Blue-Eyed baby's pain

No summary, like at all, lol.

A big thank you to @cissyenthusiast010155 for reading it before I commited to actually posting it. 🥹😭♥️

Warnings: Mention of death, angst, our baby Larissa in pain. Dunno what else, my first time. I'm a fanfiction writer virgin, hehe. May be Eve, of Adam & Eve. 👀😁😅

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“My dearest, please! Please hold on! Please!” 

Larissa awoke with a gasp and felt the bed beside her, she was once again faced with the reality that her love was no longer with her. 

Her face crumpled and she let out a gut-wrenching sob, “WHY? Why was it her? Why…” She sat up and pulled her knees to her chest and sobbed. 

Morticia heard the cries from her and Gomez’s room and carefully glided down the hall and entered. When she walked in there Larissa sat clutching her knees to her chest and sobbing. Morticia's cold heart broke for her old roommate, she knew what it was like to lose a love but not in that role but damn near close to it. 

You see, she loves Larissa dearly, but she had to choose between Gomez and the blonde goddess and ultimately broke Larissa’s heart. But this was neither the time nor the place to think about that. 

She eased towards the bed being very careful night to frighten her already on edge friend, “Oh Larissa, I am sorry, my darling.” 

Larissa looked up and through her tears, she glared at Morticia sensing mocking which was not there upon eye contact. Larissa deflated once again, “Why did it have to happen to her and not me, Morticia?” 

Morticia quickly made her way to Larissa and embraced her tightly, “I do not know, but I do know she is not sorry it was her instead. Larissa, it was Eve's time to go. I hate to say that, but she lived a long and very good life. The best part was her time she spent with you, but sadly she was prepared for it to happen at any moment.” 

Larissa’s breath caught once again, “Morticia, I can’t do this without her.” 

Morticia sighed and placed a soft kiss upon the platinum locks, upon laying her forehead on Larissa’s head, “I know, my darling shifter but you have too. Larissa, there is so much good left for you to do, so much happiness you bring to this world.” 

Larissa collapsed into Morticia, “Mo, this isn’t a life I wish to live. A life of pain, misery, and loneliness.” 

Morticia clutched her friend tighter in both fear and love, “Oh Rissa, you aren’t alone! You have all of those children, especially one very persistent and loving werewolf pup, she needs someone she can look up to besides that wench of a mother. You have Wednesday, while fickle, you still have her. Pugsley, he wishes to get to know you better. Gomez, he cares for you, you are his friend. And- “ 

Larissa looked up at the catch in Morticia's voice and when she did, she saw a tears in Morticia's eyes and one lone tear traveling Morticia's cheek, “And what, Mo?” 

Morticia let a shaky smile upon her face, “Me, you have me. I wish to right all the wrongs I did to you and the heartbreak I caused. I know this isn’t the moment it should be said but Larissa, I love you. I still love you and when I came back to Nevermore to see Wednesday off, I was hoping to speak with you, to talk with you,” Morticia sighed, “I was hoping to start repairing our friendship first and then work on repairing our love. I even spoke with Eve once I figured out that she was your wife, and before you even start into me, I didn’t approach her first. She came to me and said I not hurt you again, that if I wanted to get to know you once again I could but on wrong breath towards you, I could no longer try.” 

Larissa stared for a moment not believing this and then let out a bark of laughter. She tore herself away from Morticia and stalked across the room, folding her arms in front of her as a way of shielding herself. Approaching the window, she stared at the moon, “You expect me to believe all of that? You expect me to believe you’re sorry? You expect me to believe that Eve was the one to approach you? Threaten you? YO-“ Larissa was angry now, she saw Morticia rise from the bed, “Don’t you dare get close to me. Do you even know all the pain you’ve caused? Do you even know how much pain I am in now? I just lost my wife for fucks sake Morticia and now you’re telling me you love me?! You must truly be a self-centered fucking maniac!” 

Morticia smiled as Larissa continued to rant and rave, while she didn’t want to tell the tall beauty, she had too. She knew that it would cause Larissa to finally let it all out, let out the anger and sadness she held towards herself, her late wife, and Morticia. She watched as Larissa raged on, listened as the beautiful shifter finally turned loose of all she held in. “Shes quite beautiful in this light. No, Morticia!” She hissed in her mind. 

Larissa finally calmed enough and turned towards Morticia once realization dawned upon her, “You were always quite smart, much smarter than anyone gave you credit for.” Larissa sighed, “Say I do have all of these people, say I have you, but Morticia, I don’t have Eve. I don’t have my wife. I watched as the woman I love stepped in front of that bloody needle and held her while she died. I watched as the life drained from her eyes, I felt the last beat of her heart, felt the last breath leave her body. How do I go on without her?” 

Morticia didn’t know what to say because everything was empty at this point, all she could do was prove to Larissa that she was not alone and she never would be again, “Larissa, I will not say I know how you feel but- “a realization dawned on Morticia, “Come with me.” 

Larissa stared, “Morticia, I’m in my- “Larissa didn’t have a chance to finish as a yelp was pulled from her as Morticia snatched her from the room. 

As they traversed the Addams mansion all Larissa could wonder was what Morticia had in her dark but beautiful mind now, “No! Bad Larissa! You can’t think that!” 

They arrived at the conservatory and Morticia led Larissa to sit in one of the chairs as she took the opposite.  

Larissa looked confused and let out a tired sigh, “What are we doing here, Morticia?” 

Morticia, pulling the cloth off of her crystal ball, said, “Talking to Eve.” 

Larissa’s eyes widened, “What? But Morticia you- “ 

Morticia, with her mind made up, “Hush, Larissa. Give me your hands.” 

Larissa sighed in defeat, “Fine. Now what?” 

Morticia smiled, “Close your eyes, see her in your minds eyes, and call out to her.” 

After a few moments of Larissa doing as Morticia said she heard a voice and felt a hand upon her cheek. The voice said, “Open your eyes, my love. Let me see them one last time, yes?” 

Larissa gasped and felt a tear slip down her cheek, she cautiously opened her eyes and when she did, she was granted the sight of her Eve. Larissa choked out a sob, “Oh, my darling! My love! Oh, how I’ve missed you!” 

Eve smiled, “I have missed you as well, sweetheart.” 

Larissa looked at Eve and knew she had to ask, “Why? Why did you step in front of me, Eve?” 

Eve smiled and sighed, “Larissa, I’m over 3,000 years old. I’m Eve, I’m one of Gods first creations. I lived a long and filling life, while it may not have seemed as such to you, I have. And I knew that you would be in good hands, I mean look at her. She’s using all the power she has to bring me forth, and look at Enid, she absolutely adores you Larissa and you her. All of those children at Nevermore look up to you, and yes, even Wednesday. You have so much left to do and so much more good to bring, so please don’t try and follow me. Stay here and learn to be happy once again.” 

Larissa, sobbing at this point, just nodded. That’s all she could do, she understood what Eve was trying to say and she knew she had to remain on earth, for now anyway. Her time would come eventually, but not for a very long time. She looked to Morticia and saw that she was getting weaker the longer Eve stayed, she knew she had to say goodbye. 

Larissa once again looked at Eve, “I love you, you know. I will never forget you and I certainly won’t let you go completely, my favorite apple stealer.” 

Eve giggles and smiles, “And I shall never forget you, my love. But I do have one request before I go.” 

Larissa looking confused, “What’s that, my love?” 

Eve smiled and looked at Morticia out of the corner of her eye then back to Larissa, “Find happiness again, yes? Be happy and find love or at least allow it to return.” 

Larissa knew exactly what Eve was trying to say and glanced at Morticia and back to Eve, “I will, I will certainly try. I-“Larissa choked up once again, “I love you, Eve. Goodbye, my love.” 

Eve smiled gently, “And I love you, my sweet darling. Goodbye, Larissa.” and with that Eve faded away. 

Larissa let out a loud sob and Morticia, now back to herself, rushed to embrace her friend, “I’ve got you; I’ve got you. Let it all out, my darling shifter. Let it out.” 

Larissa, while heartbroken, knew it would be ok eventually. Sinking into the arms of her friend and eventually something more once again, let it out. Let out all the pain and sorrow.  

Larissa’s cries echoing through the conservatory, out of the window, and through the trees was heard by the animals, goblins, and ghouls, and all cried with her. 

It would take some time but down the road she would find that happiness again, she would work alongside the two she loved the most and have 4 children whom she adores. Wednesday, Pugsley, Wednesday's girlfriend and her adopted daughter Enid, and a little feisty black-haired, blue-eyed Evert running around. By God she vows to never again use that spell when having sex with Morticia, especially after it cost her 4 months of sex. She found her happiness once again, found her loves once again, and found her family. Larissa was happy and settled, now she just hopes Wednesday would quit dragging up cases to solve before her hair really goes white. 

#larissa weems x reader #larissa weems angst #mortica addams #netflix wednesday #larissa weems x oc #larissa weems x morticia addams #larissa weems x gomez addams x morticia addams #angst with a happy ending #angst #tw death #death #death mention

[haarrrys]

Hey! Would you write something about Amani getting her first period?

growing up 🍓

wc - 1.4k

🏷️ tags - dad!harry, singledad.harry, minor angst¿, dad!harry × amani, and of course, fluff.

pairings - singledad!harry & daughter!amani 🍪 🥛

summary - amani gets her first period

(a/n)- sweet sweet anon who sent the request months ago, tysm for being patient with me. im so sorry for my laziness lol

more harry and amani!

a knock rang throughout the room, startling sarah. "who is it?" she called, setting her sage green nail polish onto a nearby dresser.

she figured it could be room service, just wanting to clean, or the lunch she ordered.

"it's me— amani." sarah heard, just as she got closer to the door. sarah smiled, opening it. "hey love— is everything alright?" she asked, growing more concerned as she took in amani's worried face— as well as her paled complexion, that replaced her usual tan.

it wasn't unnatural for amani to come stay with sarah in her suite, as harry, her father, and the rest of the guys normally took up harry's room, causing ruckus.

sarah usually stayed in her own room, with her baby, accompanied by amani, who could always use some girl time.

but, what was unnatural was the way amani shyly walked into her room, scouting the room incase anyone else was present before speaking.

"it's just me and max," sarah assured, referring to the sleeping boy in the middle of the bed.

amani sighed, "i think.. i think I started my period." she winced, her breathing picking up as she revealed it. sarah gasped, her expression softening while a smile broke out onto her face.

"awhh, that's a good thing! it's natural, you're growing up! I can't believe it." she smiled, hugging the girl. "here, come follow me. i think i still have some stuff left." she said, pulling away from the hug and walking towards the unnecessarily large bathroom.

she opened the drawer, skimming through some thing before finding two boxes of pads and tampons.

"okay, so, since it's your first time I suggest using pads— just cause they're easier, but if you wanna use the tampons..?" sarah said. amani blushed, "ill just use the pads."

"alright! that's okay. do you know how to put one on? I don't know if harry explained it to you." sarah asked, causing amani to smile. "he tried, but he knows as much about periods as I do—nothing." she laughed, making sarah join in with her.

"that's fine, I can show you if you want." sarah offered. amani shook her head, feeling embarrassed, "i can figure it out." she dismissed.

sarah smiled sadly, "amani, it's normal to feel weird.. or even uncomfortable about these things, but almost every girl goes through it. you don't have to feel embarrassed, especially not with me, okay?" she explained, making amani smile sheepishly.

times like this, she wishes she did have a mother to talk about puberty, periods, and just her body changing, but she's thankful that she has someone who is basically a mother figure— sarah.

of course, harry tries his best to fill that role, especially now that amani's actually growing into a woman— however, she just feels more comfortable talking to someone who can relate to her.

"thank you," she whispered.

sarah smiled, as if to say a silent 'your welcome.'

"oh and sarah—can you get me underwear? and different pants?" amani sighed. sarah only then noticed the sweater tied around her waist, likely used to cover a stain.

"of course! your dads still in the room right?"

"yea, he'll let you in but..can you just not tell him?" amani said, her face reddening once again.

"oh, love, did you want to tell him yourself?" sarah questioned, eyebrows furrowed slightly.

amani shrugged in response. she had no plan whatsoever of telling him.

sarah sighed. "you know, you have to tell him eventually. it'll be worse if he finds out by himself, probably more embarrassing." she smiles.

amani shakes her head, "i'm scared." she admits, hiding her face in her hands.

sarah frowns, "scared? of what? he'll probably cry a little, but that's just cause his little girl is growing up."

amani laughed at that, imagining her dad in tears over her starting her period— a likely event.

"maybe he'll think it's gross— I don't know." she sighed. "im probably just overthinking it."

"you are. he won't find it gross, I promise. now, do you wanna tell him, or do you want me to?"

"you can tell him."

-

"she started her what?!" harry gasped, suddenly feeling uneasy on his feet.

sarah smacked his shoulder, putting her index finger to her lips, shushing him. "her period harry. menstruation? time of the month? flowers? quiet down if you don't want amani to be embarrassed when the whole hotel knows her business."

harry sighed, steadying himself as he took a seat.

"..why didn't she tell me first? is she alright?" harry frowned, his head gears turning faster than he could register. his daughter had started her period— but didn't go to him first. why? had he done something wrong?

sarah shook her head,"she's okay, calm down. it's just easier to talk about periods with people who've actually had them harry, it's not personal." she laughed, reassuring him, although she knew he'd still worry.

harry, who still had a deep frown on his face nodded.

he understands how awkward it would've been for her to tell him— but as a singe!parent, he feels shitty that she went to someone else, instead of her dad.

"okay.." harry sighed, wiping the tears that began to well up in his eyes. "i need to buy stuff right? what do i get?" he asked, already making a mental note of the stuff he knows gemma gets.

"pads, tampons, heating pad, ice-cream, and a little stuffed animal. 'always'and 'tampax' are really good brands. oh, and make sure you get different sizes for different levels of blood flow." sarah instructed.

harry nodded along, keeping everything she said in mind.

"I'm gonna go and get her clothes now." sarah said. "oh and harry?"

he perked up.

"she's okay. this is apart of her growing up. don't go haywire and coddle her."

-

that afternoon, after amani was all situated, she stayed with sarah and max for awhile, before heading back to her suite she shared with her dad, harry.

as soon as amani walked in, she was met with her dad, who's face lit up proudly.

harry walked over to her, but it seemed like he himself had just gotten back. he was carrying bags, unbeknownst to amani, full of period products.

"I got everything you need, love." he said, holding out the bag for her. she could see boxes full of everything and more that's she would need, as well as snacks that he didn't need to, but wanted to buy for her.

amani blushed, feeling embarrassed yet loved. she had never expected that her period would be such a big deal to harry, or that he would even know what to buy for her.

he'd always been a little, over the top some may say, but still her dad's reaction took her by surprise. he was smiling, looking at her with love and warmth in his eyes. he wasn't even upset with her that she didn't tell him first.

when he noticed how out of place she looked, he smiled softly.

"hey, it's okay, amani. you don't have to be embarrassed," he said, handing her the bag full of goodies, that he'd definitely not let her indulge in on a regular day, being the health nut dad he is. "it's normal. you're growing up and becoming a woman now. couldn't feel anymore more prouder."

amani felt her heart pounding in her chest. she had never thought he would be this understanding and supportive. but as she thought of it, why wouldn't he be? all her life, no matter what she decided to do, her dad was always there backing her up.

she realized, her fear of telling him was irrational.

"thank you dad." she whispered, taking the bag from him and hugging him tightly.

harry hugged her back, holding her close.

"you're my daughter and I'm always here for you. I'm proud of you," he said, as tears started to well up in his eyes.

amani wasn't surprised by his emotional reaction, more so, she surprised herself when she also began to cry. she couldn't help feeling happy and loved. in that moment, she realized that the bonds of parenthood are not only about love, but also about understanding and support.

she was grateful to have harry as her dad and sarah as another woman in her life who filled the missing role in her life, and she knew that they would always be there for her, no matter what.

thank you so much for reading! ☕️ 🤍

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[hiriaeth]

I said it before, Buddies celebrating Bi Buck and Bashing Tommy in the same post don't care about representation, inclusivity, or cast and crew. Their only objective being "a step towards Buddie" is nasty and wrong. Buck is not solely Eddie's or vise versa. Being possessive over Tommy calling Buck "Evan," saying ONLY Maddie and Eddie can call him that is creepy. Were we there when they got introduced? Did Evan ever say, "Please don't call me that!" For all we know, he could've been the one to introduce himself as such. And how I know they're lying about it being about Tommy's past being the reason for not liking him, only a handful of people actually acknowledged him in the 3 pervious episodes and remembered what happened, everyone else was like "I heard he did this, but idk" AND the amount of post I've seen calling Lou ugly and a bad actor... I know you're lying, you bitter stans. The disappointment I've seen and utter pessimism because Buck kissed another man, someone who is open and confident and not in a seemingly happy relationship, meaning all of a sudden Buddie is thrown out the window??? That's not how bisexuality works. That's not how any healthy relationship works. Let's be real, Eddie treated Buck like trash last episode, and people still are pushing for "jealous and petty Eddie." Why does Buck, Tommy, or Marisol deserve that? Eddie needs to work on himself first. These wants and wishes aren't "sassy and funny" and aren't a good story. On top it they want Eddie to cheat (and Buck too) and kiss, and THAT'LL be his "omg I'm in love with my best friend!" You guys had a valid reason for not liking the actress, but to twist and hope it makes it in the script so Eddie is the bad guy to benefit Buddie is nuts.

anon honestly this is just everything that has been on my mind since I started watching again. and yes again Eddie took Buck for granted, he again was getting Buck to watch Chris like he was doing with marisol so he could hang out with the boys. And you know what, a part of him kinda wanted to hurt him cause Eddie is so into himself, sadly this wont change anything but all I could see was how fed up Buck was getting (listen Eddie is self aware, hes always heading towards his self interest which is why he wants to keep his childcare (girlfriend and bestie) and hang out with the new cool guy with the great toys lol). Tommy is probably gonna strengthen their friendship bcse without Buck there at his beck and call, he's gotta figure things out. I mean lets not forget why things were the way they were with Shannon.

About Tommy's past eps, clearly the crew of 118 were good with him, they still have his number, they threw him a going away party and Eddie and Chimney think he's dreamy. Not sure what they are going on about, they are probably mixing him up with Delucca.

#911 abc #evan buckley #eddie diaz #tommy kinard

[tafeekafee]

Hello! I just discovered your page, so excited to see more Ateez sick fics! Could I request a fic where Seonghwa has a really bad fever? And he gets really dizzy, maybe even fainting. Thank you <3

⌛⭐Passion Young Fever

Sickie: Seonghwa

Caretaker: Hongjoong (+ Yunho)

Seonghwa just wanted to sleep. He didn’t think it was such an unreasonable wish. They have had a couple of strenuous weeks and he really had looked forward to a full night of rest. 

Sadly, his members didn’t seem to get the memo. 

Seonghwa had taken a shower after dinner, put on his pajamas and about twenty minutes ago he finally had made himself comfortable under his bed covers in the room he shared with Hongjoong. That, for some reason, hadn’t been enough of a neon sign apparently.

Already Wooyoung had wandered in, looking for his favorite pajamas of all things. Yes, they were in the wash. No, Seonghwa couldn’t have done that earlier. The suggestion to do his own laundry also wasn’t appreciated. Spoiled.

Just as he had convinced Wooyoung that his other sleep clothes were just as nice and comfy as the missing pair, Yunho came looking for somebody to play a game with him. No, Seonghwa did not want to play LoL or whatever the younger one wanted. No, not even animal crossing. Pouting, Yunho had left. Seonghwa would make it up to him some other time.

Right now: Sleep.

Seonghwa barely resisted the urge to scream when Hongjoong came into the room, loudly talking on his phone. 

“Oh, you’re here”, Hongjoong said. Why did he sound so surprised? It was their shared room. Seonghwa was here more often than Hongjoong himself was.

“Yes, I am here and I very much would like to sleep”, Seonghwa hissed through clenched teeth.

“Jeez, who rained on your parade?”, Hongjoong groaned, raising his eyebrows, “no, I’m talking to Hwa, eomma, not you. Yes, I know I live with them - that’s exactly why I am talking to Seonghwa when I am on the phone with you - he also lives here. Yes, I’ll tell him ‘hi’. Eomma says ‘hi’, if you haven’t figured that out yet.”

“Can’t you just talk somewhere else?”, Seonghwa asked, ready to throw hands if Hongjoong didn’t get the memo to leave him alone soon. 

“Yeah, fine”, Hongjoong muttered and rolled his eyes, “can’t get peace anywhere here.”

Funny.

At least he left.

At last - silence.

Still, Seonghwa couldn’t sleep. Now, buried under the blankets he was too hot. Everything felt stuffy. But when he kicked the blankets off he started to shiver.

Great.

Today was just not his day, huh.

⌛

About an hour later Hongjoong came back into the room and nice as he was, he didn’t even turn on the lights even though Seonghwa knew he would - like always - stub his toe on the ladder up to his bunk in three, two …

“You can turn on the light, you know”, Seonghwa said, resigned. 

Hongjoong jumped, cursing in shock, and ended up stubbing his toe on the desk chair instead, howling in pain. Sometimes Seonghwa was amazed by just how clumsy a person could be. It wasn’t like the chair was new.

“Christ, you scared me”, Hongjoong muttered but after a moment of fumbling he did turn on the lights.

“You can call me Seonghwa”, Seonghwa said, a bit amused, “I don’t feel very much like a messiah. Tired, yes, but holy? No.”

“I hate your humor sometimes”, Hongjoong replied, shaking his head. He leaned against the desk to look down at Seonghwa. “I thought you wanted to sleep like three days ago.”

“I can’t sleep”, the eldest whined, “and do you know what is even worse? I have the line “I can’t sleep” from The Rose’s Insomnia stuck in my head. It’s mocking me.”

“Poor you”, the captain chuckled. Then he turned more serious. “What’s up?”

“I don’t know”, Seonghwa mumbled, suddenly close to tears, “I just feel too warm with the blankets but I’m freezing without them. I’m so tired my thoughts barely make any sense and I can’t get com … what are you doing?”

He interrupted himself as Hongjoong laid a hand on his forehead, moving from his position by the desk to sit on the bed by the elder’s hip.

“Did you know that you are running a fever?”, he asked worriedly.

“I … what? No?”, Seonghwa replied, confused. His head pounded in his skull.

“You’re feeling really warm, Hwa”, Hongjoong explained patiently, stroking back the disgusting, sweaty hair, “you’re pale except for the lovely blush on your cheeks that some noonas might kill for and I’ve never seen you this emotional except when you’re sick.”

Seonghwa had to admit it made sense.

“Great, just great”, he muttered.

“Let me get you some fever reducers and some water”, Hongjoong said, standing up, “no use in suffering.”

Seonghwa nodded but before the captain was able to leave his reach, he grasped his wrist. “Can you get me something for my headache, too?” Seonghwa hated taking medication with a passion but if they got him to sleep? Great!

“Of course.” Hongjoong smiled softly and left.

⌛

Five minutes later he returned, carrying a water bottle, medication bottles and a fever thermometer. When he noticed Seonghwa looking at in dismay, he shrugged. “Better safe than sorry. Besides, we should keep track of it in case it gets worse.”

“Fair enough”, Seonghwa muttered and shoved the device under his tongue. 

As it beeped they both peered at the reading in vague interest. 38.1°C. Could have been better. Could have been worse.

“Take the pills and try to sleep”, Hongjoong advised, “maybe you’ll feel better by morning.”

⌛

To both of their surprise, Seonghwa did feel better in the morning. Much better. The medication had knocked him right out and he had still managed a solid eight hours of sleep before Hongjoong’s obnoxious alarm went off.

“37.7°C”, Hongjoong read out the numbers, “that’s nearly half a degree down.” The captain had practically shoved the device in Seonghwa’s mouth the moment he had come down the ladder of the bunk. 

“That’s not even a fever anymore”, Seonghwa agreed, “and I feel good. Maybe my body just wanted me to rest.”

“Maybe it did. Take it easy for today, okay? We don’t want that back”, Hongjoong said.

“I will. Just don’t tell the dongsaengs and the managers? I don’t want them to worry”, Seonghwa requested, “maybe it was just a one time thing.”

Hesitantly, Hongjoong nodded. “Alright, just tell me if you feel bad again.”

⌛

Seonghwa must have jinxed himself. There was no other explanation why he was fine the whole morning but the later the hour the worse he felt. No, not bad - just worse than normal. No need to inform Hongjoong.

A six hour dance practice was awful on a normal day. Maybe that was it. Dancing was always hard. After just one hour the mirrors in the practice room were so fogged up by humidity that Wooyoung and Jongho - Seonghwa had no idea where the maknaes got the energy or the ideas from - started painting with their fingers on them during a short break. He blinked. Were they really playing TicTacToe? Unbelievable. 

Hongjoong had seen them too and stalked over to them to tell them off. Mingi and Yunho were talking with the choreographer and San was sprawled over an unhappy Yeosang. Well, the older looked unhappy - Seonghwa doubted he actually was. He would have shoved San off if he truly was.

Seonghwa himself had sat down by the couch, trying to rehydrate. He was sweating buckets already, his body feeling more like he had just taken a swim than danced for a rather short time considering he was an idol. Ah, nevermind. 

He would be fine.

⌛

Hour four and Seonghwa was doubting it.

Every runthrough was getting harder to manage. His muscles burned. His chest heaved from the effort. He could barely catch his breath. His vision was a bit blurry. He felt light and heavy at the same time.

And to his embarrassment he was making the stupidest mistakes. Already he had tripped over Yunho twice. The other seemed to take it in good humor at least.

“You’re worse than Hongjoong-hyung, today”, he teased as he stopped Seonghwa from falling over him the third time.

“Sorry, Yunho-yah”, Seonghwa apologized, staring down at his feet. Interestingly enough the floor seemed to move a bit so he looked up at the others.

“Aish, Yunho, respect your elders”, Hongjoong admonished in good humor, “not everybody can have your dancer’s grace.”

“Yeah, but nobody else nearly gets himself knocked out every game we play, hyung”, Yunho countered.

“That last one was your fault! You literally hit me”, Hongjoong complained, sulking.

“You walked where my fist was, that’s not my fault.” Yunho shrugged.

That’s when Wooyoung decided he wanted to annoy Hongjoong too. “Yunho-hyung”, he said sweetly, “leave Hongjoong-hyung alone. You should pick on somebody your own size.” He barely managed to finish the sentence before he started to wheeze with laughter. The rest of the team - bar Seonghwa and Hongjoong, obviously - joined in.

Seonghwa groaned. He did not want to referee anything today. Besides, couldn’t they just go on with practice?

His savior came at the right time. 

“Maybe we should just go on?”, San, of all people, suggested, nodding a bit in the direction of the choreographer who was watching them with amusement in her eyes.

Seonghwa agreed quickly. He really just wanted to be done with practice today, desperate to go home and shower. He really felt disgusting. Also, he could do without the swirling.

⌛

Hour five and Seonghwa was seriously considering asking to just sit out for the rest of practice. Tiredness clung to his body, making it hard to move. His vision wasn’t really doing him any favors of showing him where he was. He was tired and exhausted and he was starting to feel a bit nauseous. His water bottle had been empty for some time but he never had found the strength to get up and refill it at the fountain. 

The few precious breaks were spent on the ground just trying to catch his breath.

“How are you feeling?”, Hongjoong asked, coming over to him and holding out a water bottle, “I can see how tired you are and it’s not like you to make these kinds of mistakes.”

“I’m okay. It’s just exhausting. It’s been an exhausting month.” Seonghwa waved him off.

“And yet you are the only one looking like death warmed over. Be honest with me, Seonghwa. Can you continue? If not, tomorrow is another day. No need to dance with a fever.” Hongjoong’s voice was quiet but it held a warning edge.

“I can do it”, Soenghwa said and pushed himself to his feet. He nearly fell as everything started to swirl but he was able to stay upright. Hongjoong looked at him with an unimpressed expression and handed him the water bottle.

“At least drink something.”

⌛

Hour six and they were done. Hallelujah.

Seonghwa had never been so close to crying at seeing the apartment door. He was finally able to relax in the near future.

“First shower, kawibawibo!”, Wooyoung shouted in Seonghwa’s ear and he nearly fell over in shock. He had not noticed the younger creep up beside him. 

“Not tonight, Young-ah”, Hongjoong said quietly, opening the door for all of them, “Seonghwa gets to shower first.”

“What, why?”

Seonghwa gave the captain a hard stare as he turned around. There was no need to tell the kids. But Hongjoong just winked. “Because I say so. Besides, he never gets the first shower because he cooks for us. I’m ordering take-out, so Seonghwa can have the first shower for once.”

“Thanks, Joong-ah”, Seonghwa said, appreciating the captain more than ever. 

He quickly got himself ready and stepped under the amazing warmth. It soothed his muscles and he was starting to get really sleepy. 

That was when the dizziness really hit.

Seonghwa, especially being a hyung, should have known better. Nothing good came out of taking a hot shower when already dizzy and feverish. Yes, he had no illusions about that - he had been running a temperature all afternoon, he was sure of it. But the hot water felt good until it didn’t.

Quickly he shut the water off and stepped outside to dry himself off. The heat of the shower was misty in the bathroom air. Seonghwa forwent any skincare and hair product routines in favor of just putting on his clothes and fleeing the oppressive heat. 

Once outside in the hallway he managed to take a deep breath of colder air. Already he was sweating again and the shower was slowly becoming useless. Even worse, the dizziness didn’t stop. The hallway was swirling in front of his eyes and he felt himself tilt to the side.

⌛

“Hyung?”, a loud voice called and somebody was tapping his cheek. Annoyed, Seonghwa groaned and tried to slap the hand away. Instead whoever it was caught his hand in theirs and held on tight.

Slowly Seonghwa blinked open his eyes to stare into the wide-eyed gaze of Jongho, who looked like he had a halo around his head. Another blink and Seonghwa realized that it was just the overhead lights that made the maknae shine. 

“Wha’ happ’n’?”, he slurred, his tongue uncooperative in his mouth. 

Jongho moved a bit away and Seonghwa was able to see that he was laying in the middle of the hallway, his members surrounding him. Hongjoong and Yunho were kneeling next to the maknae. Yeosang and Woyooung were cuddled up in San’s arms somewhere by Seonghwa’s feet. Mingi was nowhere to be seen.

“You fainted when you came out of the shower”, Hongjoong explained, his voice a bit shaky, “you are lucky Yeosang managed to catch you.”

“Oh, uh, thank you?”, Seonghwa mumbled and tried to sit up. Yunho pressed his hand to his chest to keep him from getting up. 

“No, stay down for a moment, Hwa-hyung”, he said concerned, “you just fainted, we don’t need that again. Let’s wait until Mingi returns with the manager.”

“In the meantime, let’s take your temperature again”, Hongjoong added and suddenly Seonghwa had the familiar but unwelcome metallic taste in his mouth. He mustered up a glare but from the way Yunho cooed he probably didn’t succeed.

“39.5°C”, Hongjoong whispered, his voice sounding a bit wet, “Seonghwa, you absolute idiot! Why didn’t you say anything? You promised you would tell me if you didn’t feel good.” The captain wiped at his eyes, refusing to let the tears he was obviously suppressing fall.

“I didn’t feel that bad then”, Seonghwa mumbled. He hated burdening his best friend with his issues. Hongjoong already had so much on his plate with his captain duties, the dongsaengs and producing. Seonghwa hadn’t wanted to be another strain pulling on him. Besides, he truly hadn’t felt so bad.

“How do you feel now?”, Jongho asked carefully. 

For a moment Seonghwa just lazily watched Yunho place a comforting hand on Hongjoong’s shoulder to calm down the agitated leader. Then the question hit him.

His head was hurting badly and everything felt heavy. Even thinking was hard. 

“Like I’m stuck in a bog”, Seonghwa settled on. It must have made more sense in his head, seeing the confused faces of his members.

Luckily that was when Mingi arrived with a manager in tow.

“Running a fever of 39.5°C and he passed out after his shower. He isn’t really making much sense”, Hongjoong said before the manager even had the chance to ask.

“I’m good”, Seonghwa groaned, ignoring the huffs from the youngers. 

“Hm, I’m sure of that”, the manager placated. Seonghwa pouted. He didn’t want to be treated like a child. At least not like a petulant, whining child. Some cuddles could be acceptable.

“Can I just go to bed and sleep this off?”, he asked impatiently. The manger felt his forehead, then stroked back his hair.

“I think so. I really want to avoid a hospital visit. Let Yunho-yah and Mingi-yah help you to bed and we’ll get you some medication. I’ll sleep on the couch tonight and if you start getting worse I’ll take you. Hongjoong-ah can keep an eye on you.”

“Okay”, Seonghwa agreed. Yunho and Mingi knelt down next to him and wrapped his arms around their shoulders. Then they stood up.

Oh God. Everything was tilting, swirling, moving, falling at the same time. Seonghwa’s knees buckled beneath him and only the quick reflexes of Yunho, who barely managed to grab him in a better hold, had him stay on his feet. 

“Down”, the dancer commanded and Seonghwa found himself back on the ground. The manager tapped his cheek again. This time Seonghwa was too focused on not puking everywhere to do anything about the annoying hands. It felt like he was losing his balance even while laying on his back. It was disorienting to say the least so he closed his eyes, clutching the hand holding his own.

⌛

When Seonghwa was able to open his eyes again the hallway was much emptier. Only the manager, Hongjoong and Yunho were kneeling beside him. 

“Hey, you with us?”, Hongjoong asked worriedly, biting his lip. It was his hand in Seonghwa’s that had kept him grounded. But Seonghwa knew it was comforting the captain as much as it was comforting him. He gently squeezed it, 

“Yeah, I just got dizzy”, Seonghwa mumbled.

“No kidding”, the manager agreed. “Do you think you can sit up? Laying down to standing apparently wasn’t the best idea.”

Seonghwa nodded, pleased that the vertigo wasn’t as bad as it was before. Gently he was lifted to lean against Yunho’s strong chest. Comfy.

“Drink and take the pills”, manager-hyung said, holding out a bottle. “You’re surely dehydrated.”

Hongjoong opened the bottle for him and helped Seonghwa drink as his hand was shaking too badly to hold the bottle himself.

“Where are the kids?”, Seonghwa asked after he had drunk about half. He hadn’t even noticed how thirsty he was. But now that the need was quelled he was starting to get tired. 

The manager smiled at him. “We sent them to the living room. They are really worried about you but we figured you might enjoy some privacy.” Seonghwa nodded, thankful. He had felt a bit like an animal trapped in a zoo with everybody staring at him.

“Can you eat a cereal bar?”, Hongjoong asked, holding out an already unwrapped bar. Seonghwa’s favorite. He wasn’t necessarily hungry but he knew it was Hongjoong’s way of helping him. Also, some sugar might do him some good.

He slowly nibbled on the bar, taking the pills between bites with sips of water.

“I want to sleep”, he mumbled, once he was finished. It was so hard to keep his eyes open. 

“Of course”, Yunho said and Seonghwa felt himself lifted to his chest. It was a bit nauseating but the prospect of getting to bed overruled every other feeling.

It was as if he had blinked and then he found himself tucked under warm covers. Hongjoong was sitting at his side in a repeat of the day before. Gently he stroked Seonghwa’s hair back.

“You have tomorrow, and the day after, off. Sleep.”

And sleep Seonghwa did. 

⌛

If he woke up in the middle of the night to find a Hongjoong-sized teddy bear by his side he didn’t complain. 

Complain he did when he wasn’t allowed out of bed the next day, his dongsaengs fussing over him. 

But he loved them too much to be very annoyed and he knew their worry also came from love, so he didn’t really mind.

#kpop #kpop sick #kpop sickfic #ateez sickfic #ateez #sickfic #seonghwa #seonghwa sickie #hongjoong caretaker #⌛ #request fill #request answer #🧚🏻‍♀️ #⭐

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Hi pookie! I’m sick rn and it’s setting off my sensory issues so much- so I was wondering how the dimi sisters would comfort an s/o who has autism and is overstimulated from being sick? I personally like wrapping myself in like… 5000 blankets for the compression and heat- but it gets too hot 3: i always have a specific super soft blanket at the bottom lol. And I get killer sore throats every time I get sick 💀Anywho- I feel icky and I don’t like it :/ - 🪶

Hiii! Pookie?👀 Awh hon, you just aren’t lucky with the sicknesses- I hope you’ll feel better soon! :) as always, my dms are open should I be of any help :)

And absolutely! As always with these kind of asks- I’m not autistic myself and only go based on experiences I am told about :)

Let’s get into it!🙌🫶

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Bela

She notices the signs of your sickness immediately, and is ready to coddle you and care for you the second they make an appearance

She ensures you’re comfy and insists you stay in bed

Of course, Bela supplies you with plenty of soup and tea, as well, only the kind(s) you like, or can stand

She insists, tea is good for humans

While normally making the staff prepare meals, Bela takes this on herself

She’s naturally protective of you, yes

But when you’re sick?

She is incredibly protective

She dislikes leaving your side, but even more so- she doesn’t allow others to prepare your food

While it’s unluckily someone dares poison you, downright stupid, she does not care for this

She wants to ensure your safety

She needs to

And such, she takes upmost precision in her task

Studying instructions and even tugging a few maids to the side to prepare the tea right in front of her, under her watchful eye

Once done and satisfied, she brings you the pot and cups up to her room

Even if you have your own room, she insists you stay with her while you’re sick, and on the mend

Wrapped under your favourite blankets, she giggles when you poke your head out to watch her enter the room

The room is dimly lit, no bright lights or so

It’s comfortably warm, even more so under your blankets

Books and papers, pencils, stuffed animals and toys are littered on the bed in hopes of keeping you company and entertained when she must work- you know, she is never too far

She coos as she rests her hand on your forehead and feels its warmth. You’re burning up, she thinks

Truthfully, you always feel warm to her, but now especially so. She figures a fever is a relatively safe bet

Eagerly, you press into her touch

Her skin is cool, soothingly so. It feels amazing in contrast to your warm skin

Bela smiles sadly at this. If only she could open the window a little bit for you…

Still, both of you know the windows can’t be opened while she prevails in the room

She can’t help but giggle again, though, when you shake suddenly

She doesn’t mean to, really

She wishes she could help you, too. It just looked too cute and funny

However, the sound makes you laugh a little as well, despite the ache in your throat

Immediately, the action draws a wince from you, and Bela sits down on the bed to you

She wonders- how can she help you?

You whine again, unsure how to communicate what you want. You aren’t even all that sure what you need yourself

Upon noticing the warmth that radiates from you, she lightly tugs on one of the many blankets covering you

Immediately, you protest

“But aren’t you by far too warm, little one?”, she can’t help but wonder

Bela never has qualms about being too warm, but you? You don’t quite share her biology, after all

She would’ve thought the warmth- this much of it- must be uncomfortable

She feels you sweat, and immediately frowns in concern- she knows, you’ll likely want a bath, yet feels you aren’t quite strong enough for one just yet

You can’t help but wince again- it’s as though everything is too much

Your pyjama, clinging onto you due to the sweat. It feels like a second skin that traps you in place

The blankets, though soft and warm, are simply too warm

Yet, the second you move them or even stick a leg out, you’re shivering

Your throat, burning, aching, hurting so bad

Bela notices your hand flap for a moment, betraying your discomfort as tears begin to roll down your eyes

Immediately, she swarms under the blanket with you to pull you close

At this, surprisingly though, you already calm down

Bela yelps in surprise when you pull her flush against you, your arms wrapping around her entirely and your head resting on her breasts

She’s so cool, her skin so perfectly cold

Just right

Not too cold to make you shiver,

Just cold enough to harmonise with the warmth of the blankets

You sigh, finally feeling a little bit more content

She seems to understand though, and just smiles down at you

Gladly, she becomes your teddy bear if it makes you feel better

With one of her hands at the back of your neck and head, she gently runs her fingertips along your skin to soothe

With the other, she reaches for the tea to hand it to you

If only she had something for your throat!

She will talk with the duke soon regarding this, bring you cough drops and syrup, even if she cringes at the smell

All for her human. You’re her everything

Cassandra

Cassandra is immediately with you when she hears your fast, distressed heartbeat

You shriek when she appears in front of you, sickle raised and eyes darting around the room to scan it for a threat. When her eyes land on you, she immediately sees what’s wrong- you’re sick

She sinks to her knees when she finds you sit on the ground, her hands hovering above yours. With a nod of your head, she pulls you against her

She giggles when you worry about how sweaty you are, and about infecting her. Nonsense! She loves your scent, and she isn’t fussed about catching some of the bacteria

Her touch feels- amazing

Everything was too much. Your sore throat that tickles when you swallow. Your ears, your hands, the warmth you feel, the cold, all of it too much

It’s as though you feel everything- your skin, your bones, your clothing, the floor under you

Cassandra’s touch is grounding. She helps you focus on her, and only her

She’s strong and hard, but her skin is soft. It’s cool, and soothes your skin when you think it’s about to burn off you from the heat you feel

She hums for a moment, and you relax fully. She’s perfect for you

She smells strongly of blood, which has you sniffle. This makes her giggle a little- you’re so cute to her

Her precious little human. Her little lamb

It pains her to see you sick. Is there something she can do? Yes, but one thing after the other

Cuddling until you have enough or are no longer in need of it, she unwraps her arms from you

The first thing she offers is a bath

She knows, both of you are in need of one, and she doesn’t want to overwhelm you with the scents, even if you can’t smell them as intensely as her

Gently, she eases you off the floor and into the bathroom

She isn’t all that sure how to function the tub, really, and is thankful when you croak out some instructions

Still, at last she manages, and eases you into the tub

You wince at the light, and she immediately goes to turn it off. It’s quite nice, really, and her eyes nearly glow a little in the dim light

She is careful, yet loving, touching only when you allow her to with a nod of your head. She doesn’t want to end up overwhelming you more when she’s finally getting closer to calming you, after all

Cassandra hums lowly, her fingertips playing with the water surface as you get used to the warm water around you

Once set, she gently helps you rinse yourself off

She promises, she will get a bath after. She doesn’t want to turn your water red and dark from the filth and blood that clings to parts of her

And she sticks to her promise. As you finish up in the bath, she gently guides you to the bed

Placing your favourite blanket on the sheets and below you, she covers you with two more. Just to be sure

If it didn’t hurt your throat this much, surely you’d giggle at her coddling

Who would have thought- sadistic, “evil” Cassandra Dimitrescu, tucking you in and blushing a little when you shoot her a thankful smile

She’s always been good at knowing what you’re trying to tell her without the use of words

Abandoning her sickle for you to- play with?- she runs off to find you some medicine

You smile at this. While you don’t share her interest in weapons, it’s sweet of her to leave hers for you. You know she likes it a great deal

As she returns, she easily carries medicine and cough drops, stuffed animals scattered around the room, and even a platter containing snacks she’s found in the kitchens

You eat as she washes up, and smile when she returns and smells of the soap you picked out, as well as the subtle aroma of the woods she seems to always carry with her

It’s rare for her not to smell of blood, and you know it won’t last long. Still, you want nothing but to cuddle her now

To feel her cold skin against yours, by far too warm in comparison, to feel grounded by her arms around you

When she finds you squirming under the warm blankets already and looking up at her with big eyes, she already knows your silent question

Groaning and scoffing playfully, she gets in bed and allows you to cuddle her

You smile to yourself when she plays with her sickle and the sheets, as though to let you know;

She won’t leave. She wants you to rest, but she will still be there by the time you awaken

Daniela

She’s immediately by your side when you tell her you’re sick, and she won’t want to leave

Daniela doesn’t understand how you got sick, or even what sickness you have

She doesn’t understand humans all that much, at least as it comes to these things

But really? She doesn’t need to, either. She cares about you, for you, and that’s all that matters

You feel uncomfortable, overwhelmed. That’s all that is important to your lover

Putting you in her bed and covering you with the kind of blankets you like, she can’t help but press a small kiss to your nose

“It’ll be okay, my love. I’m here, my sweet”, she reassures

She asks, gently, if you can tell her what’s bothering you or how to help you

Daniela’s go to are cuddles

She doesn’t know many other means to help you

She dims the bright light of the room when it gets too much, and cuddles closer to you, insisting you must get some rest

Still, the ache in your throat hurts and your head throbs

As such, rest is nearly impossible to get, as you let the snoring woman know

Upon being woken up, Daniela tiredly offers to get you some blood. She insists, only the best for her little hu-

Oh, yes

You’re human

Humans don’t like blood, she recollects!

Giggling at this, she promises to bring you whatever you ask of her. She doesn’t want you to get out of bed, but will bring you all your heart desires

She brings you all kinds of things, unsure what a human wants or needs

Water, tea, soup, chicken, salad, bread, vegetables, candy, syrup, medicine for all kinds of things, juice, even some cookies she stole from her sister’s room

She offers you to change, or stay undressed entirely

It helps her, sometimes, to feel skin to skin contact without clothing

She also knows, sometimes you just dislike the fabric of your clothing

Daniela is perfect to snuggle, and she is convinced: cuddling can solve all

And lucky for you, Daniela happens to be the best snuggler around

With her arms around you and her chest pressing against your back, she talks quietly about her day as you eat

Her touch is grounding, and comforting

Her cool skin allows you to absorb the heat of the blankets without getting too warm

Occasionally, she steals some of the food she’s brought you, bearing only a small, innocent grin when you turn your head to look at her with a knowing smile

While blood is her favourite, the candy she’s brought is just too tempting!

“I didn’t do anything…!”, she insists, giggling, even as her breath smells sweet of the candy she just plopped in her mouth

She surrounds the two of you with many stuffed animals and reads to you in a gentle voice

Any of her stuffed animals are yours too, to hold and snuggle. They’re soft, and it makes you smile

She too believes sleep is the best medicine. It’s what’s been taught to her, after all

As such, she grants you a lot of rest, nearly all day

She encouraged you to sleep a lot, and eagerly dozes off as well when she is sure you’re asleep

And, of course, she is always still there when you awaken, often snoring lightly or snuggled up against you or a stuffed animal

Blankets cover both of you, her cool thigh against yours relaxing you when it gets too warm under the blanket

Surprisingly, the medicine she’s brought actually helps quite a bit, so that your throat aches less and you don’t feel the irritation with every breath

Your head feels clearer, and your skin less tingly. It feels nice again

#cassandra dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #🪶 anon

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Can you make hcs of rory or Benny dating someone who’s gender fluid? 🫶🏻

Benny and Rory Dating Someone Who's Genderfluid Headcanons

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A/N: im also genderfluid so this was fun to write lol i hope this doesn’t read too much as an afab reader but if it does, that’s bc im afab and i imagine myself in the story/situation to make writing easier, so sorry if it reads that way!

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Benny

I think it might take him a minute to fully understand

But no matter what, he’s supportive

Like, number one defender against assholes and haters

Will try to figure out a spell or potion to help with dysphoria

“Abracadabra, you have a dick” “Alacazam, you got titties”

Sometimes, his magic doesn’t work as planned tho

Today was one of those days where nothing really felt right. Whatever you threw on, however you did your hair or makeup, none of it made you feel the way you wanted to feel. It quickly made you irritable.

“You okay, babe?” Benny asked as you paced around in frustration.

“No.” You said a bit meanly. You didn’t mean to sound that way, but you couldn’t help it. “It’s just… Nothing looking right!” You sighed sadly, flopping on your bed and looking at your boyfriend. “But it’s not just the clothes. I… I don’t wanna be in this body right now, you know?”

Benny pursed his lips, wishing he could take your frustration away somehow. The two of you lay in silence for a bit before Benny sat up slightly, having an idea.

“I might know a spell that can help!”

“The last time you said that, you gave me a tail.”

“That was one time!” Benny flopped back down, laughing a little at the memory of you having to go to Grandma Weir with your tail between your legs. Literally. He held your hand, thumb sweeping over the back of it as he looked at you. “One day, I’ll figure it out. Then you’ll never have to feel like this again.” He kissed the back of your hand, making you smile. “I promise.”

Rory

Tbh i kinda headcanon that rory’s genderfluid

At the very least, that dude is not cis

I truly believe that

But ANYWAYS

If you have a more feminine wardrobe but are feeling more masc or androgynous, he lets you take whatever you want from his closet

Just hope that you dont mind nerdy shirts bc that’s the majority of his tops

Always does a pronoun check, even if you’re presenting yourself in a certain way

When you’re at the mall looking at clothes and whatever, you’re mainly looking for things to share

“These jeans look cool.” You mutter, holding the pants up against your body to show Rory, who was going through a rack of shirts. 

“Ooh, what about this shirt?” Rory asked, holding up a blue dinosaur shirt, grin wide and bright.

You held the pants to Rory’s body, trying to imagine him in the outfit. It looked good in your head, so you nodded, and then Rory held the shirt up to you to do the same. He nodded, and you both decided to go to the fitting rooms.

Before you reached it, you got distracted by a rack of accessories.

“Should we get a belt?” You asked, and that was when Rory noticed that you weren’t next to him anymore. He sped back to your side, looking at all the options. “What about this one?” You held up a chain belt, and Rory nodded.

“Yeah!”

“Okay, now let’s go.” You say after grabbing the chain, pulling Rory off to the dressing rooms.

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Benny Weir Taglist: @batmandallyboy

#agaypanic #benny weir #benny weir x reader #benny weir headcanons #rory keaner #rory keaner x reader #rory keaner headcanons #my babysitter's a vampire #my babysitter's a vampire x reader

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Octavia is a sweet character, so much potential is waiting yet Viv throws it away in favor of drama that nobody wanted.

Not to mention that Octavia is only really used as something I like to call “a pity prop.” She’s only really used for Stolas’ character and to make him more sympathetic.

If the leaks of her leaving Stolas behind then I don’t blame her.

She’s literally referred as “The only thing that the Goetia family wanted from our marriage” and “That Girl” by her own father!

Octavia deserves a better family figure.

She really does, isn’t it devastating that no matter where she turns, no adult in her life will be fully honest with her. No adult puts her emotional needs above theirs. Stolas is too lost in his own self pity and lust, Stella too occupied by blind rage, Andrealphus only sees Via as a pawn, as much as we all wish he could be the one nice adult in her life. Paimon? LOL I may have my silly fanfic ideas of him being nice but the guys pure evil so lets not kid ourselves…

Octavia only talks about her dad or things relating to her dad. She has never passed the Bechdel test.

Spoils — 🚨

Oh Via lets him have it, (spoilers) for that exact type of thing—a lot of things she says are true, but, sadly, everything has to be about how sad sad sad and victimised stolas is. And how cuddly blitzø is to him now. Not Octavia. I have no idea what’s going on but sadly, the dreaded Goetia drama nobody asked for, will be present in season 3 too. Deepest sighs.

#helluva boss #helluva boss critical

[kaminocasey]

Late Night Feelings Part 2: Late Night Talking

Summary: You and Crosshair finally hash it out.

Pairing: Crosshair x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; SMUT, Oral (F receiving), p in v, feelings, brief sub!Crosshair, light spitting

WC: 3.2K (Twice as long as the first part lol oops)

A/N: I'M SORRY IT TOOK ME A MONTH AND A HALF TO DO THIS!!! I wasn't going to post before the end of the year but I figure I may as well.

Part One | Part Two

Finally back in space, you’re on watch first after your first mission. Hunter offers to take the first watch but you need space from Crosshair. He not only pissed you off during the mission today, he embarrassed you. Purposely.

“Careful with that wrist, Crosshair.” You tease as you trek through overgrown brush on a planet in the outer rim, looking for separatist droids.

“Why should I be? If I get hurt again, you can come check on me in the middle of the night again.” He sneers, inserting a toothpick in between his lips.

Your stomach drops as all the other guys clearly become confused. 

“What do you mean by that?” Tech asks, looking between you and Crosshair.

Echo looks over at you, but doesn’t say anything. He has his helmet on, so you can only assume his facial expression reads something like “Oh really, now?”. Only Echo is aware of your feelings for the sniper. Probably Hunter too, because that man catches on to everything. But, Wrecker and Tech probably have no idea and you’d like to keep it that way. 

You glare at Crosshair and move away from him. Feeling all the men’s eyes on you, you start walking ahead of the group, needing to get away from Crosshair before you decide to bury his body underneath all of these plants. 

“Are you okay?” Hunter appears next to you, even though you told him to go get some sleep.

 “Just embarrassed.” You shrug, staring out the windows at the hyperspace lights that rush by. 

He sits in the copilot seat and grabs the armrest to turn your seat to face him. Bringing your knees up to your chest and resting your chin on your arms, you look at him.

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about. You’re allowed to have feelings.” He smiles.

Oh, that’s great, you think to yourself.

“So, you heard us last night?” You guess.

“I appreciate you trying to stay quiet.” He chuckles. “But yes.” 

As you run your hands down your face, Hunter pats you on the knee. You lean back in the seat and face forward again for a moment. Rolling your head to the side to look at him rather sadly, you begin to realize that Crosshair knows the effect that he has on you and he uses it to his advantage way too often.

Not anymore, though. You’re done with him. There’s clearly no getting through to Crosshair. He will never change.

“Do you want me to talk to him?” Hunter asks you, quietly.

You smile, appreciatively. “No, that’s alright. Thanks, though.”

He nods and looks out the window, leaving you to your thoughts.

After a few weeks, things start to go back to relatively normal. You and Crosshair mostly just ignore each other and only speak if you absolutely have to during a mission.

“You know, you’re staring at her again.” Hunter murmurs to his silver-haired brother, who’s been leaning the hatch doorway, watching you for the last thirty minutes as you and Wrecker playfully spar in the grassy area. 

“No, I’m not.” Crosshair mumbles, turning in to go back to the cockpit. 

Hunter stops him. “Just go talk to her.”

“Don’t you care about her?” Echo chimes in. 

Crosshair removes himself from Hunter’s grasp and glares at his brothers. “Don’t any of you know how to mind your own business?” 

It was almost touching how much they cared for you. Crosshair doesn’t know why exactly he finds it so difficult to just admit he truly cares for you… How beautiful he finds you… How much he loves watching you smile… How much he wants to see you every single day. He wishes he could make you smile more. Maker, he really was an asshole, wasn’t he? 

“What do you think?” Tech replies from his workbench.

Crosshair grumbles, flicks his toothpick at Hunter, and starts to walk back toward the bunks. You look up just in time to see him pass by and your heart clenches. 

Ever since you walked away from him two weeks ago, it’s taken everything in your power to not go crawling back into his bunk.You definitely don’t want to give him the satisfaction since he’s probably counting on you caving.

You often find your mind wandering to how good his hands felt on our skin and how perfect his lips melded with yours. When you touch yourself at night, you remember how your warmth had brushed up against his length which made you both moan with need. You’ll never forget the sound of his low moans that he made just for you. You think of the possibility of his mouth between your thighs, eventually. You think of how everytime Crosshair exits the fresher, shirtless, towel low on his waist, revealing his tattoos, your mouth practically waters.

It’s not just a sexual need that you have for the sniper, though. He genuinely makes you laugh. His banter and competitions with Wrecker brings you joy. His kindness that he secretly shows Echo makes your heart melt. The way that he talks about Tech knowing things makes you happy and the genuine respect that he has for Hunter lets you know he isn’t all big and bad like he wants people to believe. Crosshair is good. He just makes everything difficult for no reason. 

You snap back to reality as Wrecker pins you again, teasing you about how you’ll possibly get him one day. You don’t bother to tell him that your mind was elsewhere as you walk toward the steps of the Marauder, chiding yourself for the thoughts you seem to be unable to let go of. You have to keep your guard up around Crosshair. You can’t give into him, no matter how badly you want to. You’re still angry with him for that night and for embarrassing you. He clearly has no desire to talk about his feelings… if he even has any, that is.

That night, as you all sit around the fire that Wrecker made, you listen to the guys tell you all about the battles and missions they’ve been on and you realize how strange it is to hear about their lives before you. 

You’re grinning at Echo as he tells you all about the mischief that he and his “twin” Fives used to get into, back in the GAR. When you glance at Crosshair, he’s watching you closely. You think if you look at him, maybe he’ll look away. But he doesn’t. He holds your gaze as he stares into your eyes from across the fire and you can’t help but be mesmerized by the flames dancing in his golden brown eyes. He smiles ever so slightly and you think maybe you’re imagining it until he nods toward the Marauder, indicating he wants you to meet him there. You stare at him for a moment, knowing he only wants one thing from you. Now, it’s more evident than ever, right? 

His expression softens as if to say “please” as he gets up to walk away. Unable to tear your eyes off of him, you watch him walk back the entire way.

“Go.” Echo nudges your leg, encouragingly.

With a deciding sigh, you get up and silently follow behind.

A part of you hopes that as soon as you walk into the ship, he slams you against the wall and has his way with you. Another part of you hopes that he finally apologizes and just tells you how he feels. 

When you walk up into the dark cockpit, Crosshair is waiting there for you, illuminated by the glow of the distant fire and whatever buttons are lit up in the ship. You aren’t sure what to say, so you wait for him to say something first.

“I think it’s pretty obvious I’m not very… forthcoming about my thoughts or feelings.” He starts. “But I…” 

You can tell he’s really struggling as you continue to wait patiently with soft eyes. 

“I just…” He tries.

You walk toward him and he keeps his eyes trained on you as he looks down at you. Heat courses through your veins under his stare like always. It isn’t fair how badly you need him.

“Keep going.” You slide your hands around his waist and he sighs under your touch, like he’s been waiting for this just as much as you have.

“I hurt you.” He whispers. “I hurt you and I’m sorry.” “Yes, you did.” You whisper back.

“I won’t do it again.” He promises. 

As you slide your hands up his chest, he backs you up against the wall, towering over you with an almost nervous expression. 

“I want to believe you.” You feel a sad smile tug at your lips.

“Then believe me.” He leans in close, his forehead resting against yours.

You really want to, but Crosshair has a meanstreak. You know it’s not going to end just for you.

“Prove to me you mean it.” You lean toward his lips slightly so that they ghost across his.

He smirks slightly before kneeling down before you. You have to admit, you’re rather surprised. It had to be difficult for him to let his guard down with you this much.

Your eyes settle on him as he looks up at you from the steel floor, immediately grinning. His hands are in his lap and his back is straight. You’ve never seen a man so submissive. 

As you trace your hand down his cheek, tilting his chin up toward you, he hums in pleasure at the touch. 

Leaning down closely, your smirk never leaving your face, you whisper. “Beg.” 

“Please forgive me.” He whispers, his eyes wide. 

You have to admit, the man looks absolutely beautiful on his knees. The sight of him before you, at your mercy, is something you didn’t know you needed.

“I think you can do better than that, love.” You grin.

For once, the sniper doesn’t roll his eyes. He just scoots closer to you, sliding his hands up your thighs until he takes your hands, holding them in his as he kisses them.

“Please, cyare… I’m so sorry for everything. I’ll try to be more… communicative from now on.” He promises you. 

You lean down and kiss him. “Good boy.” 

He lets out a soft groan and you try to hold in your surprise. All Crosshair needs is to be taken care of. You can do that.

You pull him up to his feet and guide him back to the bunks. He wraps his arms around you gently, pulling you back against him. The look between the two of you is intense and yet somehow soft. Hopefully, he knows that he’s all you want.

Leaning in to kiss you again, he grips the fabric of your shirt tightly, clearly holding back. 

“Take off your clothes, Cross.” You whisper.

He pulls away to do as he’s told and you can’t help but watch in awe, how willing he is for you, and only for you. The thought sends arousal deep into your core as you watch him take each piece of clothing off until he’s completely naked and vulnerable before you. Guiding him to your bottom bunk, you murmur to him. “Lay back.”

Again, he listens to you and you can’t help but smile as you kneel before him on the bunk.

“Aren’t you going to take off yours?” He asks you, softly.

“Do you want me to?” You reply.

“Yes, please.” He murmurs. 

You smile and quickly take off your clothes, letting them fall with his on the floor. Crosshair stares at you with absolute need. 

“You’re beautiful.” He sits up to kiss you, as if unable to help himself. 

Kissing him was already starting to feel addictive, like you don’t think you’ll ever be able to get enough. His hands roam your body as if he can’t decide where he wants to touch you more. He settles on your waist. 

“Want to taste you…” He whispers against your lips. 

“You are tasting me.” You laugh. 

He hums, sliding his teasing fingers down toward your core. “I meant somewhere else.”

“Oh.” Your cheeks burn and you allow him to help you lean back. “I was going to take care of you.” 

“Let me take care of you first.” He kisses your inner thigh as he settles down between your thighs. 

Immediately, your lips part, unable to look away at the perfect man peppering your thighs with kisses and bites. When he starts to suck a mark onto your thigh, you gasp and then let out a soft whimper. 

Crosshair starts to make his way closer to your warmth and it takes everything in you not to wrap your thighs around his head to bring him closer. He pushes your thighs back and starts to lick a stripe up your wet folds. Your back arches immediately, not even realizing how touch starved you yourself have been. Crosshair starts sucking on your clit and almost immediately, you feel your release coming way too soon. It’s been a while since you’ve been intimate with anyone. You just hope that Crosshair doesn’t mind.

“Maker, your mouth feels so fucking good.” You pant, reaching your hand down to his hair and gripping, causing him to let out a groan that vibrates throughout your body. 

“You taste so fucking good.” He pushes your thighs back further and starts to insert a finger into your pussy. “So tight for me.” 

The whimper you let out is absolutely pathetic, making him smirk up at you as he starts thrusting his finger into you. You clench around him and he spits onto your clit, starting to suck again. 

Your release hits you like a train, making you come undone around Crosshair’s mouth and fingers, moaning so loudly you’re absolutely sure the others can probably hear you but you can’t bring yourself to care even a little bit. 

“I knew… you’d have… an oral fixation.” You tease him, panting. 

“What makes you say that?” He chuckles, resting his cheek on your thigh, looking up at you.

“The toothpicks.” You smirk.

He rolls his eyes and you can’t help but grin. “I think it’s more of a you fixation.”

“Hey, I’m not complaining… that was… wow.” Your heart rate finally slows down.

He sits up a bit and you see just how turned on he was from making you cum for him. Arousal pools deep in your stomach all over again.

“See something you want?” He teases.

You nod and sit up on your knees, wrapping your hand around his length. He lets out a sharp gasp followed by a soft groan. Smirking to yourself, you push him onto his back and he watches you with lustful eyes, mixed with something else. You’re not sure what, yet though. Crosshair’s golden brown eyes stay trained on you as you straddle him.

“I like when you watch me.” You admit.

“You notice when I watch you?” He glides his hands up your body, teasing your breasts.

You nod. “Even when we fight or argue, I know I’m safe because you never take your eyes off of me.” 

You sink down onto his hardened cock, unable to help the moan that escapes your lips. 

He gasps and then promises. “I’ll always keep you safe.”

You believe him.

Without a warning, Crosshair flips you over so that you’re on your back. You look up at him, startled. 

“Need you now…” He starts thrusting into you slowly at first, taking his time dragging his cock in and out of your soaked warmth. 

Gripping his shoulders while moaning, you think it can’t get better than this. Until he pushes one of your legs up and starts hitting deeper inside of you, so perfectly, you’re sure you’re going to come again. 

“Maker, I can feel you clenching…” He groans before crushing his lips against yours again. 

“Sorry.” You pant against his lips.

“Don’t be. You fit so perfectly around my cock, mesh’la.” He purrs, thrusting quicker into you. 

“Do I?” You grin up at him.

He pulls you up so you’re seated in his lap, rutting into you so that you’re bouncing on his cock. All you can do is wish to the maker that this man wants you like this forever because now that you’ve had him, you don’t think you can live without him.

“Fuck yes, you do.” He moans, groping your breast tightly. 

His other arm brings you even tighter against him and you wrap your arms around his neck, fisting his hair tightly. His pace quickens and you can tell he’s close. So are you. 

“So… good…” You whine, breathlessly, closer to your edge again. “Want you… all the time.” 

He bounces you over his length, mercilessly, slamming you down as if he can’t get enough of your pussy. Which is fair, because you don’t think you can get enough of his cock. It makes sense that he knows exactly what you need and how you need it. 

“Oh… Cross… I’m gonna-” You moan against his neck, digging your nails into his skin.

“Kriff-” He groans, his hips stuttering as he empties himself into you at the same time that you’re thrown over the edge of your orgasm, moaning his name so perfectly.

You smile to yourself softly, not letting him go. He finally pulls away slightly to look at you and you trace his cheekbones to his jawline, unable to stop touching him. His eyes flutter slightly and he eases the both of you down to a lying position so he can pull the cover up over you.

“I promise to be… better about talking about my feelings for you.” He whispers, still panting slightly.

“You have feelings for me.” You grin, unable to tear your eyes off of his.

He rolls his eyes, amused. “Obviously.”

You kiss him again, trailing your fingers up and down his back, causing him to relax into your touch before letting sleep consume both of you. It’s the best sleep you’ve ever gotten. 

When you wake up the next morning, you hear Wrecker’s loud voice, clearly surprised by finding the two of you under a cover together and your clothes on the ground.

“Get out, Wrecker.” Crosshair sits up with his elbow resting on his knee, smirking down at you. 

He looks even more beautiful in the morning, you realize for the first time, somehow. Did he always glow like this? Or was it just because of last night’s endeavors? 

“Did you know about that?” Wrecker asks Echo and Hunter. 

Echo throws you a wink before going back to the cockpit. Hunter just smirks and Tech starts to question Hunter on “workplace relations” which makes you laugh. 

You look up at Crosshair, waiting for him to get upset or show any signs of discomfort. But he doesn’t. He just leans down and kisses you, sweetly. 

“I like waking up next to you just as much as I really like being the cause of your bedhead.” Crosshair teases you.

“Shut up.” You push him away with a laugh and quickly run to the fresher while no one is looking, but mostly trying to hide your embarrassment. 

When Crosshair follows you to the fresher, locking the door behind you, he starts the shower and backs you into it to prove to you just how much he likes waking up next to you. This is something you can definitely get used to.

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[lucrezianoin]

i couldn't find the answer to this question on my own. and considering your seemingly extensive astarion research... is it possible to romance astarion without having sex with him?

on my first play through, i didn't want to, but i figured it was what he wanted, so i did anyway. and i didn't like how the game tries to make me feel bad about viewing him as a sex object. because from my pov he was viewing ME as a sex object. a real spidermen pointing at each other moment that i guess larian couldn't anticipate.

enough about me. if you have any info on this, it would be greatly appreciated :) if not, i'll just spend 100 hours figuring it out myself lol.

HELLO!!

Sadly, I am inclined to think there is no way to do that. The "start of the relationship" is called ORI_State_DaringAstarion and is connected to waking up the next day, when you see his scars, so it has to happen after you sleep with him. I tried most of the stuff in the game I could see, and looked through the files and I think the only way is playing as Karlach.

The thing is, your character will act with the information they have. So when I play Astarion romance, my Tav falls for his flirting, he is seen as a sexual companion a bit like with Lae'zel. So at the beginning, you have Astarion offering Tav sex, and if Tav disagrees then Astarion will move to someone else because his plan is trying to get a protector through sex. The only exception being Karlach because it is not up to her, so he does not feel rejected. Just think that this is all he has done for the past 200 years, he has no other ways to get close to people.

Astarion was looking at the player character and seeing a ticket to freedom, and he was 100% believing that his one talent that he could offer and with which he could connect with Tav was sex. I think Larian did anticipate it, it was the whole subverting of his character. Players went in expecting this seducing guy who saw everything and everyone as sex, and was extremely attached to sex, before flipping it on its head and showing that it was completely different. I think after you play a couple of times you miss the path of choosing a romance with him that starts without sex, I wish I could! I wish they had implemented slightly different paths in a second playthrough as other games I played (Sorcery! and Heaven's Vault).

So yeah, sadly, to romance him you will have to play a character who finds sex interesting enough to fall for Astarion completely or be interested in a casual fwb relationship, before it gets serious!

#astarion #astarion romance #spoilers #thank you for the askkkk i am honored you thought to ask me!!