#Bigger post WILL be due next week ::] !!

[beeguillotine]

Happy Happy Happyyy Miriam Monday!!!!!

#miriam #miriam wandersong #wandersong miriam #wandersong #fanart #my art #miriam monday #HEY FUN FACT!!!! #This is technically the 100th Mimday!!!! Woah!!!!!!!! #Gonna celebrate next week bc one of them.. kinda doesn't count bc I was away from home #and I want 100 full proper mims to celebrate BUT!! #TECHNICALLY IT'S TODAY HAPPY 100 MIMDAYS!!!! #Bigger post WILL be due next week ::] !! #hehehe

[andersonlore]

❝ TATTOO ARTIST!ELLIE ❞ ✶ ELLIE WILLIAMS !

♱

★⠀warning y disclaimers — eighteen+, fem!reader, wlw sex, poc!friendly, switch!reader, switch!ellie, tbh loser!coded ellie, scissoring, ellie being soft and cute and love struck, tattoo artist!ellie, mentions of oral.

RAY RAMBLES ✶ i'm still feeling out writing for ellie, so be nice to me pls, this is the first thing i've posted for her. if not, i won't write for her again jk but seriously dont be mean to me

tattoo artist!ellie who you meet due to her forgetfulness. her black, leathered notebook gets left behind when she meets a friend at a local coffee shop. there’s a business card of a tattoo shop and you decide to take your chances with it and call the number. thankfully, it pans out to be the owner’s notebook. she, ellie, has apparently been tearing apart her apartment trying to find it. her voice floods all over as she whispers thank you just shy of a thousand times, her grateful pleas drip like honey all over you, sweetening you right through your core.

tattoo artist!ellie who is stunned from the first sight of you. the outfit you have on isn’t anything special, out of the ordinary, not it really isn’t but she can’t help the way her eyes wonder over. you have some tattoos which are visible, adding to the draw she feels towards you. soft shoulders are exposed in the strapless top you’re wearing, but your pants are bagging, hanging lowly at your hips, exposing a sliver of your lower stomach to her green, greedy eyes. a new, sultry and velvet, voice speaks her name and ellie knows she’ll do anything and everything to hear it again.

tattoo artist!ellie who gladly walks up to you, accepting the her notebook, desperately attempting not to fixate on the tingle spreading in her heart when she feels your soft finger slightly rub against the tip of her thumb. your sharp, gorgeous eyes look ellie once over before you offer her a smile, blinding ellie to any logical sensibility. do you like her? are you pleased? do you think she’s pretty too? is your heart beating or your fucking chest? are you having trouble breathing like she is?

tattoo artist!ellie who begins to blush profusely as you compliment her tattoos on her exposed bicep with the muscle tank she’s wearing. ellie doesn’t think it’s anything more than you being nice, returning the compliment you gave her, but then you’re touching her. nails painted with black nail polish, shiny but chipped, accentuate the line work. ellie wants to faint. jesse is sitting at the stool on the front counter and lets out a small chirp of a giggle, ellie thinks about punching him in the gut, but it means she would have to walk away from you so she opts out.

tattoo artist!ellie who does something out of the ordinary for her, offers for you to come by next week, saying you’ll tattoo her for a discounted price, something she would never agree to if you weren’t so hot, god if you don’t like her she thinks she’ll puke. but you agree, with your touch still on her slim, but defined bicep. the smirk you’re sporting makes the auburn haired girl nearly faint. evidently, you know just how to pull on her strings. you step in closer to her frame, kissing her sweetly on the cheek and she’s just as soft as you imagined. i’ll definitely take you up on your offer, els. see you next week.

tattoo artist!ellie who is paying close attention as she starts the line work. you came in wanting it down on your back, so ellie focused her attention on preparing the ink when while you situated yourself. by the time ellie had turned around, you were shirtless the side of your breasts exposed as she began. mentally, trying to convince herself she capable of being professional and not thinking about your tits in her mouth. the longer it went on, the more you talked, and the bigger ellie’s crush became.

tattoo artist!ellie who sports a sheepish smile when you start asking her about her life, how she became a tattoo artist, how long she’d be doing it, what were her least favorite designs to do. you ask about twenty question before the one you really want to ask.

“so, no girlfriend?” you wished you could see her, try to gage her reaction, her facial expressions, a smile or a grime? was she looking at you like she wants to eat you alive?

“no, but why not ask me if you have a boyfriend?”

“you’re not the type. am i wrong?”

all ellie does is smirk, shaking her head and clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth obnoxiously, yeah she’s not the type.

tattoo artist!ellie who finished but not without difficulty. you love to talk, usually ellie would find it irritating when she’s trying to focus but on you it’s cute. she asks if you want to see it, and you simply agree. you turn your back to the mirror, your chest fully exposed and ellie looks anywhere but or tries to. she focuses on your angel sent smile and the look of glee as you admit how much you love it to ellie. or els, she tries not be too excited about how happy you are about it.

tattoo artist!ellie who isn’t sure how it happened, how you’re even into her, but she says enough of the right things to get you into her car and back to her apartment. you’re pushing her against the door pressed against her sinfully, peppering playful bites as ellie fishes for her keys. you follow her into her home, her tongue pleading for dominance over hers and she really doesn’t put much of fight.

tattoo artist!ellie who moans as you sit your cunt on top of hers. it’s delicious the way you have her putty in your hand from the initial grind. your clit catching with hers, her strong hands finding your hips, thumb with a bruising pressure, as pause. ellie is going to ask what’s wrong but before she can, you’re spitting on her cunt, a string of saliva, your perfectly wet concoction, halts as it travels down her labia and your sinking slick first, moaning out a soft oh, fuck, els you feel perfect.

tattoo artist!ellie who loves to watching your tits bounce for her as you slowly pick up the pace, the tattoo on your sternum perfectly placed between them only fuels the stickiness between ellie’s thighs. she lets you create the pace, control her to your liking.

“do you like to be, uh oh- fuck, choked?” you ask as feel yourself lost it, the smacking of your slick combined with her spurring you on.

ellie grabs your hand, placing your delicate fingers along her delightful throat, “what do you think, babygirl?”

tattoo artist!ellie who is quite literally getting off on getting choked by you. the light pressure on her neck, combined with you rubbing against her pussy hips falling over her again and against has her clit throbbing. you’re so painfully hot it, claiming her, riding her pussy, whimpering out els els els, make me cum, please baby, i’m right there. yeah? are you there with me, baby?

tattoo artist!ellie who comes right along with you. she swears she sees the creator from above for a moment, flashes of white cloud her vision as you continue to fuck her, pulling every last drop until it’s spilling over your cunt, it’s not until then are you satisfied. you collapse on her, your breasts softly smashed against her own, a whine leaving your lips, hot breath on ellie’s ear nearly makes her buck up back into you.

“c’mon, get this pretty ass up and arched. have to taste this pretty pussy before it kills me not to.” ellie whispers but the two of you know it’s not a request, it’s a command. happily, you obey.

#IM FINALLY POSTING FOR ELLIE AHHHHH #also two posts in one day? im on a roll <3 #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x poc reader #ellie williams smut #ellie x reader #ellie williams tlou #tlou x reader

[sjkezz]

୨୧ u gave them a plushie

pairing: enhypen x reader | genre: fluff

cw: no warnings!

[notes] hi everyone! i wanted to try and do this for the first time so i hope that yall note it! im trying my best to post 2-3 this week so if i cant, i apologise. enjoy reading and please show support. thankyou! 🤍

[heeseung] he would come home and see a random plushie on his bed with a note on it saying that it's a gift for him from you and a smile would beam from ear to ear. he would find you in the house and when he sees you, he would give you a backhug and wont let go. he would pepper kisses all over your neck as a form of his appreciation. both of you know that you dont have to say thank you as a sincerity, you have to show it.

[jay] he will probably start bawling his eyes out since he feels very thankful and very grateful for having you as his girlfriend. (also bc he's dramatic) he would go up to you and give you a big hug and continuously say thank you and will tell you that he's going to buy you an even bigger and nicer gift. (bc yk jay's 💸)

[jake] he will of course get startled by the random plushie on the bed and seeing layla playing with it but he'll start to hold the plushie and hug it. he would go to you and ask you why you bought him a plushie, when you did it, why did you do it, which store you went to and how did you manage to do it. he'll ask you all sorts of questions because he's excited and happy that he had gotten something from you. (such a jake behavior)

[sunghoon] he will be so unfazed when he reaches the room after work or something, then get back to his senses and see that there is a literal plushie on the bed. he would pick it up, show it to you and say, "who got you this?" and be so possessive to you then you tell him that the plushie is actually for him and he'll start laughing and showing his fangs a little. he'll thank you, kiss you all over the face and go back to the bedroom to put back the plushie and go change. (correct me if im wrong but i feel like this is such a sunghoon coded tho)

[sunoo] he'll literally squeal like at the back of his lungs and take the plushie and start hugging it due to how cute it looks and naming it. he'll kiss it all over and then go over to you and start hugging you and being so lovey dovey to you. he'll play with the plushie and bring it around in the house as if the plushie's his pet or his child. he'll eat with it, sleep with it etc.

[jungwon] he'll get startled by the plushie from afar thinking that it's an animal. he'll go closer to your room slowly and when he sees the plushie, his dimple smile will be shown and he'll be so grateful for it. he'll go to you and say, "so, you got that plushie for me babe" and hug you by the waist. he'll admire you and ask himself how did he get such a thoughtful, beautiful and caring girlfriend. he'll be the most whipped whenever it comes to you.

[ni-ki] he'll start smiling and already thinking about his next gift for you. both of you will compete for the most cutest gift for each other that yall had gotten. he'll say that the plushie is cute in his heart because he doesnt want to admit these type of things and he'll say that you look like it. he'll compliment you whenever you're around and also because he's clingy after getting something from you. he'll let bisco play with it because the plushie's from you, not a stranger. he's a big baby when it comes to you giving gifts. to him, gifts is not necessary, your pure love and existence is.

#enhypen #enhypen soft hours #enhypen fluff #enhypen heeseung #enhypen jake #enhypen jay #enhypen sunghoon #enhypen sunoo #enhypen jungwon #enhypen niki #enhypen x reader #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #sjkezz

[straykidsholicleigh]

okay, roomie (teaser)

pairing: roomate!jisung x fem!reader

genre: smut, fluff

summary: jisung is ur roomate who which you have a huge crush on. one night, you and him watch porn together which leads into something that takes your relationship to the next level.

warnings: so far it's cunnilingus & kissing

word count: idk yet

important: this is a work of fiction. the characters do not act this way in real life.

a/n: this a teaser the actual fic will be posted like uhhh.... probably when I finish 💀 I will most likely finish it in like two-three weeks bcs uni hates me-

credits: dividers by @cafekitsune ♡

Living with Jisung was honestly hard. He never cleaned after himself and was almost half naked whenever you saw him around. His cooking was horrible and his favorite hobby was annoying you, but you would say that the most difficult part about living with him would be your growing crush for him.

It was his apartment first before it was yours and you moved in with him because nobody else was willing to live with you. Your best friend, Minho, recommended him to you so you obliged. For the first few months it was easy and you got along well with him, that was until you realized you had a huge crush on him. It started off small, smiling and blushing over small things until it grew into something a bit bigger. Being around him was difficult because you had to resist the urge to grab him by his shirt and kiss him.

You wanted to be able to love him and fuck him at the same time, but that was gonna be difficult due to the amount of girls he'd bring home to fuck. They weren't loud, thank god, but it made you jealous nonetheless. You were jealous because they got to feel his lips, they got to feel his body and that made you burn with jealousy. You just couldn't help it.

It was a saturday night, the sound of rain outside ringed throughout your ears as you tried your best to focus on your book. You huffed, flipping the page as your eyes scanned through the words written across the book.

Her sister, though comparatively but little removed by matrimony, being settled in London, only sixteen miles off, was much beyond her daily reach; and many a long October and November evening must be struggled through at-

“Y/N!” Your room door was swung open as you looked up with a 'are you fucking serious?' expression. He caught your reaction, rolling his eyes as he jumped onto your bed, opening his phone as you scoffed. “What do you want now ji?” You asked, closing your book as you looked at him. He looked up at you, pursing his lips together. “I'm about to show you something.” He warned, pressing his finger against his phone before bringing it up to your face.

'Fucking my girlfriend against the kitchen counter while she screams for me to stop'

You visibly gasped, looking at him with a horrified look as he laughed, bringing his phone down and locking it. “Did I scare you?” He asked, smirking as he lay down comfortably on his stomach. You glared at him, mentally screaming as you slapped your palm against your forehead. “What did you get from showing me that?” You asked as a wide grin spread across his face.

“Because I want you to watch it with me.”

#stray kids #stray kids hard thoughts #stray kids smut #han jisung #skz han #han smut #han jisung x reader #han jisung x y/n #han jisung x you #han jisung smut #skz x reader #skz smut #han jisung imagines #han jisung hard thoughts #han jisung hard hours #issa teaser 😅

[holygroundsound]

A BRIEF EXPLANATION OF ALL THE BUTTONS ON TUMBLR MOBILE FOR MY TWITTER REFUGES :)

i know a lot of fellow former twitter users are a bit confused by this app, so here’s some hopefully helpful tips!

this is what you should see at the bottom of the screen when making a new post

the first button (Aa) lets you change the size of your font into a bigger heading or subheading, or even make your text a cursive or times new roman type font

it also lets you make these bulleted lists! to use it, just tap multiple times until you get the setting you want

tap this button to add links, then just type the site name in the box and hit return. for example: http://heresalink.com

these are where you can add gifs, pictures, and music! for pictures, just tap the icon and select what you want, then you can press and drag to move it around or drag to the trashcan to delete

gifs are very similar to twitter - type in what you want and scroll through the options

GIF by taylorsnationblog

music is also similar. type the song you want and tap on it. podcasts also work!

this button is for polls! tap and add your silly little answers. the duration can be a day or a week

this button lets you make a “cut” in your posts which is basically a “read more” button. got a long post you don’t want cluttering up everyone’s dashes? click here!

lastly, this button lets you set content warnings! specifically this is for “mature content”, but when you click mature you can specify whether its due to drugs/alcohol, violence, or sexual content

this can be helpful to clue people in to potential triggers but PLEASE ALWAYS TAG YOUR SPECIFIC TRIGGERS ANYWAYS.

Other Helpful Tips

“highlight” your text by pressing and selecting like normal to unlock a bunch of cool formatting options including bold, strikethrough, and colors

hitting the three dots next to the post button lets you access a bunch of post settings like queuing posts, scheduling posts, saving drafts, making posts private (PLEASE NOTE: you cannot unprivate posts after, but you can share the link), and choosing who can reblog & who can pay to promote your content

CONGRATS you’re now ready to make better posts like a tumblr pro

#OK REPOSTED WITH NO CONTENT WARNING #twitter swifties #twitter dead #twitter down #swifties #taylor swift #cruel summer #twitter

[meazalykov]

redirection; prologue

esmee brugts x barcaplayer!R

a girl realizing that a huge rejection lead her to the best redirection possible

Most of the 2022-2023 season, I’ve been working hard within the tryout camps to get a spot on the United States Women’s national team roster for the World Cup. I played for the Washington Spirit in the NWSL as a Striker.

Most people in my circle believed that I would’ve had a spot on the World Cup roster due to my overachieving skills. I had high hopes about accomplishing my biggest dream. However, when I got the facetime call from the USWNT coach, letting me know that I wouldn’t be on the World cup roster, that belief was crushed. 

My emotions were all over the place when the facetime call ended. The tears in my eyes ran down my dimpled cheeks for hours. My breathing was rigid and I couldn't think straight. It got to a point where my bestfriend, Trinity Rodman, comforted me on a facetime call. She made it on the roster and my happiness for her was distracted by the disappointment for myself.

“I feel like my skills, hard work, and motivation goes unnoticed.” I cried on the facetime call to Trinity. I pulled the black sleeves of my Adidas hoodie up and wiped my tears. To be honest, I felt like clicking the red “end call” button and falling asleep. I didn’t want Trin’s happiness for herself to drain away due to my rejection from the World Cup. 

“There’s so many people in the world that recognize your talents, y/n. Everyone is disappointed too. Just know that your time will come and you can use this as a bigger push for the 2024 olympic roster.” Trinity commented. She was right, but the disappointment and rejection was too big to have optimistic thoughts currently. 

After the facetime call ended, my imessage notifications were blown up with most of my Washington Spirit teammates, family, and non-soccer playing friends apologizing to me when they didn’t see my name on the roster that was posted. They gave me reminders of how good of a player I still am. Many of my USWNT teammates, including my close friends Sophia Smith and Emily Fox, expressed how disappointed they were because I wouldn’t play in Australia with them. 

Currently, I have seven caps with the USWNT. As a nineteen year old, this is a normal amount of appearances. So I had developed relationships with some players who consistently appear on the team. 

Alex Morgan is an example. She is my inspiration as an American striker myself. I’ve seen many people compare us and how we play. I scrolled on the 433womenfc instagram comments on the USWNT roster post and a particular comment stuck out to me, 

“Washington Spirit’s y/n l/n should’ve had a spot over Alyssa Thompson. She could’ve been a good sub for Alex Morgan since they’re both strikers and she has more international experience. USWNT missed out.” 

The tears in my eyes poured down my face again but instead of calling a friend or family member to talk to, I placed my phone on the charger and went to sleep. 

Three months later: 

The USWNT was eliminated from the World Cup after a penalty shootout with Sweden in the Round of 16. This broke my heart when I watched the match in my apartment last week. The USWNT won the 2015 and 2019 World Cup and a three-peat would've broken records. 

Currently, I sat in the backseat of a fancy black van as I headed to a fancy restaurant in downtown DC. My agent wanted to talk to me about my next career move, since my contract with Washington Spirit expired right before the world cup. 

I am assuming that my next move will be within the NWSL, many clubs contacted my agent during past transfer windows for a possible move. However, Spirit rejected those transfers since they saw me as an important striker. Trinity wanted me to stay at Washington Spirit and sign a new contract. I didn’t because I felt lost. I knew my heart belonged somewhere else. I loved the club I've been with since I was sixteen, but I needed to move on. 

The dark green pants and black long sleeve on my body was comfortable for the early-august weather. You’d expect the weather to be hot but it’s 8pm and the breezy air made for a perfect temperature. 

I sat down in a booth across from my agent, Heather. She held a blue ipad in her hands and already ordered water for us, which I took a sip of after we greeted each other. This meeting would determine my next career move.

Two hours later, I walked out of the restaurant in excitement and shock. Heather let me know that many clubs in many leagues contacted her as they needed a goal scoring striker. 

WSL clubs, such as Chelsea and Manchester United, were the first to contact my agent. In fact, they’ve wanted me since the last transfer window. I wasn't opposed to Chelsea, since a few of my American friends played there. NSWL clubs such as San Diego Wave, Houston Dash, and Portland Thorns wanted to offer me a contract too. 

When my agent mentioned the last club that offered me a contract, my jaw dropped to my feet. Liga F club FC Barcelona needed a striker and their coach was impressed by my goal scoring abilities from last season. Barcelona was my dream club and Heather saw my eyes light up in admiration and disbelief. 

As the dinner ended, I told Heather that I'm looking forward to joining Barcelona. She told me that she will let Joan Laporta and the sporting director know about my commitment. I wanted to cry in joy, I am moving to Spain soon to join my dream club! 

(pretend you’re trinity rodman) 

433womensfc

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tagged: @y/n.l/n

OFFICIAL: 🚨 19-year old American Striker y/n l/n from Washington Spirit signs a 3-year contract with FC Barcelona on a free transfer. She will be the first American to sign for the Liga F club 🇺🇸🔵🔴 

comments

y/nstrikes_ barca fans she will not disappoint! 💙❤️

esmeebrugts 🔥🔥

wosofan23 aitana bonmati and y/n l/n link on the pitch should be illegal 😭

        leahwilliamsfan67 i agree 

lekkerbrugts esmee ona and y/n joining barcelona?? barcelona is unstoppable. 

cghlover55 this is so crazy 😍🔥

randomuser4789 she was too good for the nwsl, can’t wait to see her compete in europe.  ❤️

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(pretend you're ona batlle)

fcbfemeni and y/n.l/n

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our american star has arrived 😍💙❤️🌟

comments

aitanabonmati ❤️

ingrid_engen 😍😍

graham95 niceee🤩

y/nhive THIS MAKES ME SO HAPPY

felixfan14 SAME 😍

trinity_rodman SO HAPPY FOR YOU *nickname* 😭💗🎉

lindseyhoran10 woohoo!!!

uswnt 😍

alexiaputellas 🥰

*esmeebrugts started following y/n.l/n*

next chapter: redirection I

a/n: this is my first woso fic! this is the first chapter to this series and I'll write more for other players as well :D I hope you enjoy!

#esmee brugts #woso fanfics #woso x reader #barcelona femeni #barcelona women #oranjeleeuwinnen #wwc 2023 #alexia putellas #aitana bonmati

[henrioo]

°•*⁀➷ MORNING SICKNESS: SHANKS

꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : "Being pregnant with Luffy, your first child with your husband Shanks, is a dream come true... But that doesn't make it any easier to deal with the recurring nausea."

꒰ WARNINGS ꒱ : TRANS MASC! Reader, TRANS MALE! reader, FTM reader, pregnant men, he/his pronouns, gay relationship, gay marriage, two daddies being happy, Shanks is an over-the-top father and husband, Luffy is your son's name, Shanks calls himself Daddy and calls you Papa (revenge against fan fiction with the reader being called Mama) Nausea due to pregnancy, Shanks is a very worried father and husband

꒰ WC ꒱ : 676

꒰ NOTES ꒱ : I've been on a roller coaster these last few weeks and I had decided to post on Saturday thanks to Bibi, but I almost changed my mind, I decided to be strong and post even though I was feeling like shit. I'm kind of excited but also extremely unsure about entering the world of imagines male, well we'll see how it goes

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And just like the last few nights you were abruptly woken from your not-so-peaceful sleep by the incredible need to throw up all your dinner. Your body was sweaty and hot even though you were sleeping wearing just a huge shirt from Shanks — one that he bought the wrong size and it was big even on him so it was huge on you — and your kitten print underwear that you got from a joke of Shanks in a Christmas prank.

The bedroom window was open, now with a mosquito screen since your husband was paranoid about you being bitten by an insect and dying since your pregnancy announcement, and you took advantage of the light breeze to sit on the bed and calm down a little to see if the nausea went away. There was a humidifier running, the curtains swayed slightly, and there was a child's light in the room that Shanks had bought in fear of you tripping when you got up in the dark and hurting yourself.

Sometimes you questioned whether Shanks knew that you weren't that fragile just because you were pregnant, after all you were proud of all your strength and masculine muscles... But you wouldn't deny that his extra care calmed your heart a lot. The bed was also huge, the redhead wanted to buy a bigger one after reading news about parents crushing their children for sleeping together in small beds, of course there was no point in explaining to him that this was sensational news since before you could argue he had already ordered it and paid for the new furniture.

A kick in the stomach and your dinner turning around as it climbed up your throat made you stop remembering how careful your sleeping husband was, you quickly got out of the soft covers and ran to the bedroom's bathroom. You quickly knelt on the rug in front of the toilet and it wasn't long before you were vomiting again, you loved your baby and you loved being pregnant, but you would also love to stop vomiting everything you tried to swallow.

“huh, he woke up early today” Shanks yawned as he awkwardly entered the bathroom, luckily the room was big enough for both of you.

“I shouldn’t have had dinner” you mumbled nauseously as you rested your head on the cold part of the white ceramic.

“You always say that but you always have dinner… Honestly you haven't stopped eating since you got pregnant” Shanks laughed and sat next to you, taking a towel from the cupboard and slowly wiping your face.

“It’s not me… It’s Luffy… He’s hungry like you” you teased Shanks.

“Of course… Hungry like his daddy and hyperactive like his papa” Shanks responded to the provocation and you knew he was right. If your unborn child was hungry because of the redhead, then he was also hyperactive because of you. Since, as everyone always said, you had extreme difficulty sitting around doing nothing, always looking for something to do and have fun.

“The perfect combination” you laughed tiredly as you felt the nausea slowly going away.

“Completely perfect… But look, this kid will find himself with me when he's born, making my husband vomit everything I cook for him” Shanks snorted, pretending to be irritated “He's thinking that money falls on trees so I can spend it on food and he can make you put it out?!”

You laughed but soon felt some light kicks in your stomach that made you both gasp.

“I think that was Lu telling you to go all out and he’s going to kick your old ass” you laughed, rubbing your stomach affectionately.

“Brat… Stubborn like his papa” the redhead laughed and gave you a wink “Okay, let's get you off the ground and put you in front of the window… And get you a glass of water too” the man smiled as he stood up ready to help you.

Maybe pregnancy wouldn't be so terrible if you had a husband who was so worried about you…

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#one piece x reader #one piece #one piece x you #one piece imagine #onepiece #anime imagines #imagines #anime and manga #one piece x male reader #one piece x transmasc reader #one piece x trans male reader #x male reader #x transmasc reader #x trans male reader #shanks x y/n #shanks x you #shanks x reader #shanks x male reader

[kodaiki]

୭̥⋆*｡ 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐎

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: during the summer following your senior year of high school, you find yourself drawn to the family video rental store nearly weekly. sure, you claim it’s due to the incessant determination to rent the breakfast club but maybe seeing the cute worker across the counter is a bonus, too.

wc: 4.5k

genre/tags: post season 3, pre season 4, fluff, slight humor, makeout session, mutual pining, friends to lovers, ft. robin!

it's a hot summer day, evident by the sweat that sticks to the family video worker's neck. the air conditioner's been busted, leaving the store to fend off the heat wave with other means. there's a rusty fan in the corner of the store, only aiding in blowing hot air around so, really it's no help.

steve harrington decides he hates his job.

"is it here?" you don’t even greet the man properly when you burst through the video store's door, causing a harsh jingling sound from the bell over your head, making you flinch in slight apology.

never mind, maybe he doesn’t totally hate his job.

steve, pausing from sorting through his cart of tapes, looks up at your eagerness, “hey y/n, how are you, how’s your day going?”

his chide remark makes you roll your eyes as you slouch. “hi steve, i’m good, it’s hot out, how about you?” you response monotonously, itching to get your hands on the tape you’ve been waiting weeks for.

“could be better if our air conditioner wasn’t busted.”

“that sucks.” you can’t help but feel for the guy, working in a stuffy store and tending to greedy customers like yourself. “so, is it here?”

steve only shakes his head with a snap of his fingers. "nope."

"what- you said the last customer's due date was today!" you huff, quickly striding up to him, deep frown on your face.

coming out of the back room, curious about the commotion from the front, robin buckley quietly peers through the shelves, looking suspiciously – and maybe a tad bewildered – between her coworker and you, a somewhat familiar stranger she hadn't had a pleasure of meeting.

"yeah," he answers with a nod as if it were obvious. "too bad you were just late enough to lose it to its next customer."

"this wait is making me wanna watch the breakfast club less and less," you mutter out dryly, crossing your arms.

"hey, since you're here, how 'bout a compromise?" the man quickly digs into his cart, pulling out a familiar case. "we just got sixteen candles back."

you take a glance at the redhead on the top of the tape’s cover standing between two men. "i've already seen it."

steve harrington is different than you remember, you observe as you give him a look over, busy shuffling through other tapes in search of something that'd satisfy you.

from what you recall, in high school, he was sort of a dick; well, until miss girl-next-door nancy wheeler stumbled into his life. you recall the whispers and gossip down the halls regarding the couple and most specifically, that guy she's – well, from what you've heard – dating now, jonathan byers.

you didn't really focus on that aspect of high school; you simply sought to excel and get out of your small town for bigger things.

funny, you can't help but laugh to yourself as you recall your practically stable job on main street that'll probably keep you in hawkins 'til you're so old and wrinkly, you forgot you wanted to leave in the first place.

regardless, steve, he's different now. you can't exactly put your finger on it, but he's certainly not the same jock and king steve he was called in high school.

not that you minded.

this steve – the one currently grumbling about how picky you are – is kind of a dork.

you like that.

"i'll take the sixteen candles." you end his torment graciously, smile curling up your face at the way he hangs his head dramatically low into the cart, relieved by your words.

"you like seeing me in misery?"

you lightly laugh at that. "maybe i do, harrington."

he stands up straighter, offering the tape for you, only to raise it high when you reach for it. "oi, give it!"

"two can play the misery game, y/l/n."

"you're impossible," you groan as you continue to try and grasp at the tape, reaching up on your tiptoes.

"didn't you call me a lifesaver just a week ago when i had karate kid rented out and lent you it?"

"ugh, do you remember everything i tell you?"

"i remember everything a pretty girl says to me."

his response makes your nose scrunch up, like you've eaten something sour. that sort of answer reminds you of the old coy and shameless steve, but it this light, him in a dorky vest – not as dorky as what you assumed the scoops ahoy uniform looked like – his flirtation didn't go unwelcome. if anything, it caused the roll of a somersault in your stomach.

"ew," you recover, hiding your flushed face by shaking it and waving a hand in front of you, playing it off as the summer heat, "you really are a huge flirt."

steve only laughs a little bashfully at that, maybe surprised by his own suaveness. he gestures you to follow him to the counter, where he types something on the computer, leaving you to shift on your heels as you wait.

truthfully, steve didn't know where that came from. sure, he thought of himself as a flirt but given his poor record as of recently, he didn't expect a somewhat accepting reaction out of you.

okay fine, you said, ew, but it wasn't near as embarrassing as girls flat out laughing at him or rejecting him.

it's strange, using a line on you, steve can't help but think as he subtly glances over at you as you look around the video store. he never saw you in that sort of light in high school, since your were usually hiding behind a book or sitting too far in the front of the room to notice you.

you weren't popular, but not necessarily unpopular either. you were obviously one of the smart ones, but not one of the ones who caught the eye of a certain jock. by the time you started tutoring steve, he'd already been dating nancy so everything was purely platonic.

time really does change a lot, he agrees.

"there you go," he says after clearing his throat.

"thanks steve." your teasing tone is gone now, replaced with pure sincerity, a pretty smile on your face that makes him want to stare a little longer.

"try again next week," he says, maybe a little too eagerly but it doesn't seem you catch it. "for the breakfast club, i mean."

you sigh at that, a humorous one, "we'll see. i’ll probably be around sooner than that to return this.” you offer a smile, waving sixteen candles in your hand.

as soon as the bell jingles a final time, signaling you've left, robin appears out of nowhere, leaning over the store counter with wide eyes.

“who was that?” she asks, minor bewilderment written on her face as she flits her gaze between steve and the door you just walked out of.

“hm? oh, that’s y/n,” steve answer easily with a lazy shrug, turning away from the computer.

“and how do you know y/n?” robin asks and her voice lilts a little accusingly as she raises an eyebrow. your face seemed familiar to her so she could only assume you were a graduated student from hawkins high, but it was the fact that steve knew you that piqued her interest.

steve looks her over with half-suspicion but answers anyway. “she tutored me in math during senior year, are you done?”

“if i had my dry erase board with me, i think i’d tick off you latest interaction in between the margins of you rule and you suck.”

steve verbally laughs at that, like it’s an actually funny joke robin had told him and not a half assed compliment, half insult his way. “funny.”

“i’m serious! i really thought your reputation of being a flirt was a fluke and you have no game.”

steve deadpans at that. "she's in here nearly every week, how are you just noticing her today?" he decides to deflect blaming her for her lack of awareness of your presence.

"she must be around during my breaks or something because i swear i've never seen her before. didn't know you had a crush, stevie. to be honest, i feel a little betrayed."

"i do not have a crush on her," he quickly answers, a little defensively by how quick he was to shoot her down. "she's just a usual customer that i know well enough to joke around with."

he definitely has a crush.

"joke around with," robin repeats, looking up in deep thought. she looks back down, clearly unimpressed. "sure, if joking around is code for shamelessly flirting."

"that was not flirting." steve knows that's a lie, still attempting to calm the ways his nerves are buzzing from a mere conversation with you, but he hopes robin doesn't.

"i watched the whole thing," she monotones.

"you were eavesdropping, you stalker?" he looks at her like she's crazy, but granted, he should be used to this by now.

"there's no one else in the store. you're my only form of entertainment."

-

the following week you arrive at the video store, steve can't fight off the beam on his face as you enter.

"hey," you greet glumly as you tread toward the counter where steve's standing. you smile anyway but he can tell it doesn't reach your eyes.

almost immedieatly, a frown replaces his smile and he quits toying with the vhs tape underneath the counter to cross his arms over it, leaning toward you in concern.

"what's wrong?"

what could’ve possibly gone wrong in the few days since you returned sixteen candles and today?

your nose twitches at the fact he read you so easily but you slouch your shoulders anyway. "i don't think i'll be able to rent more movies for a while."

his eyebrows furrow in confusion, tilting his head to the side. big brown eyes stare into your eyes and if it weren't for your poor mood, you'd probably melt on the spot.

"my dad, he's still job searching since starcourt burned down," you mumble, "i'm lucky enough to work on main street but i don't think his unemployment would be enough for the mortgage so i should chip in."

"i'm sorry," steve sighs with a frown. he remembers how angry the town was when starcourt was built in the first place, family run businesses being put out of business but now, it seems everyone's in the same boat.

"s'alright. i just thought i could be a careless kid for a little while longer."

memories of fireworks and the mind flayer pop into steve's mind, guilt seeping into his stomach even though he really has no reason to feel that way.

for an entirely different reason, steve wishes he could be a careless kid, too. not someone who has a constant dreading feeling about another dimension wreaking havoc on his own.

"i get it," he says. "why'd you come anyway even though you don't wanna rent?"

then a shy smile reaches your lips.

from behind him, stave hears a harsh whisper of, "you, dingus!" he turns quickly at that, only for the certain strawberry blonde to twirl around as if she wasn't eavesdropping on your conversation. robin's lucky you don't seem to notice, as you still ponder your answer while staring down at your shows.

"i'm so used to coming every week. believe it or not, harrington, but you're one of the constants of my week."

his heart pounds against his ribcage.

you're a constant of his week, too; the highlight if he's being honest.

"yeah?" he asks, leaning further on the counter, hoping that what you're saying is insinuating what was (cruelly) whispered to him from behind, "you're in luck then."

"hm?" you hum, raising an eyebrow in genuine curiosity. "why?"

"because look what i've got." and then there's a thud on the coutner, revealing the movie you've only been waiting to see for weeks. glee fills your system for a few seconds before being replaced with dread.

"of course it's available once i can't spend my money."

"it's on me."

you blink up at the man, shaking your head slightly. "what?"

"take it, really. i've only been hearing you complain about it not being here, it's only fair."

"no, no, i shouldn't-"

"i already rented it out," steve cuts you off, looking away briefly. "so either it'll sit in my car, or you can watch and enjoy."

it's the truth. once the last customer returned the rental, steve quickly used his own cash to rent it before someone else could even try. he'd expected you to offer to pay him back which he still would've denied but now, it seems like it was truly fated for him to rent it for you.

"steve," you trail off.

"y/n," he replies in a stern tone.

"you know i'll want to pay you back-"

"after you gave that story? no way, y/n," he quickly shakes his head in dismissal.

"i really can't take this," you mumble, playing with the edge of the tape box. you stare at it for a few seconds before an idea pops into your head. "do you want to watch it with me?"

his eyebrows furrow at that. "huh?"

an audible slap, oddly sounding like a facepalm, is heard further back in the store.

"i mean, i'd feel bad for robbing you so if you watch the movie with me, i wouldn't feel as guilty!"

oh, steve blinks.

"i… uh.”

“too weird? i know you haven’t been over since high school so it’s cool-“

you’re backtracking, steve soon realizes as you attempt to wave off your invitation. he frowns at the fact that you took his stammers as rejection.

“no, no, i’d like to come over,” he quickly says, cutting you off effectively. you head nods up in slight surprise, but then you smile, relieved.

“you remember where i live, right?”

“i was only there every thursday,” he scoffs out a laugh, nodding.

“great, so swing by around seven?”

“seven’s good,” he agrees, rocking on the balls of his feet. it isn’t until you leave the store that he buries his head into his arms, already brainstorming what he should wear.

-

at seven on the dot, steve shuffles on his feet as he stands in front of your home’s entrance. he's been to your home countless times, having studied there when you tutored him, so it’s a rather familiar sight, yet at the same time nostalgic. he glances around the exterior, as if searching for any changes your family may have made but as it seems, it looks just the same.

what steve thinks differently though is that beside your window, there's a tall tree with thick branches, conveniently placed as an escape or sneak-in route had you had a rebllious bone in your body. he's almost a hundred percent sure you never used the tree for that reason.

steve wonders if only his crush on you blossomed earlier, back when you were both in high school, would he climb the tree to reach your bedroom? would he reach over and knock on your bedroom window like he did with nancy? if he were the way he is now but in high school, would you have been on his radar instead?

a sinking feeling fills his chest at the mystery of the unknown; the mystery of what could've been.

there's no time for steve to dwell on it any longer because the fornt door is pulled open, revealing you, with that signature smile on your face that he can't seem to get enough of.

"sorry if i made you wait long, i was setting up the living room."

steve feels a little antsy entering your home this time. he has to keep reminding himself that he's been here before and theres no reason to be so damn nervous but considering his different feelings, he can't calm the beating of his heart.

"parents home?"

you shake your head.

oh perfect, steve's stomach only does more queasy things that make him feel weird.

"they should be back in the morning,” you continue aimlessly as you guide him to the living area, set up with some snacks on the table and your tv set already on.

“cool,” is all he replies, mentally facepalming at such a lane answer.

“all I gotta do is push the tape in so just get comfy,” you says, crouching in front of the tv.

by the time the movie’s in and playing, you’re sitting beside steve, leaving some room between the two of you. you feel a little awkward at first, not ever having this sort of hangout with him since you were usually at the kitchen table, correcting his homework.

it’s a nice change.

well, obviously, because of your raging crush on the guy.

you feel too stiff for a while, glancing over at him to see if he notices. he seems generally comfortable, leaned into the corner of the couch and his legs manspreaded slightly.

this is your home after all, so you get comfortable as well, scooting your body over and relaxing your stature a little more.

"am I hogging the couch?” steve asks, genuinely concerned.

“no, no! i’m just getting more comfy.”

“you can scoot close to me, i don’t mind.”

your heart thumps in your chest as you move closer to the man, fitting your back in one of the worn creases of your sofa, well accustomed to the dips of other individuals and yourself on it.

“better?” he asks softly, glancing over at you.

your eyes widen a little bit at that and you nod slightly. “yeah, thanks.”

you’re not paying attention the movie much, you realize at the midway point, you’re far too distracted at the small distance between you and steve on the couch.

you’re shameless in your staring after a while, simply watching his reaction to film in front of you: the furrow of his brows, the dips and raises of his lips at a particular screen, the way his nose scrunches.

you almost hate how attractive he is.

“you alright there?” he asks without bothering to flit his face to you. “you’ve been watching me for a while.”

“sorry!” you squeak, shifting your head back to facing the television. of course he’d notice! you weren’t exactly being subtle.

“do i got crumbs on my mouth or something?” he asks sincerely, slightly knitting his brows together at your sudden shyness.

“no, no, i was just uh, looking at you.”

it’s the ambience that’s making you so honest, you believe. the lights off with nothing but the television. lighting your faces, the quiet summer night, only chirps of crickets being heard outside, the fact that you’re alone, it’s all adding to your honestly.

steve glances over at you and even in the dim light, he can see your embarrassed and flustered expression. he decides to answer based on his gut feeling.

“yeah?” he muses, leaning slightly toward you in slight amusement.

you swallow at that, looking at him through your lashes as your chin dips slightly into your neck. “uh-huh, you’re uh…”

“hm?” he hums, urging you to continue.

“you’re pretty,” you murmur as you gaze at his thick locks, down to his cheekbones and then landing on his pouty lips. “not like girly pretty but you know like, handsome pretty-“

“you’re pretty, too.” he smiles at you.

you thought cupid struck you months ago but it appears he shot you a second time in that moment.

“oh, thanks,” you murmur bashfully, looking away from his intense stare.

steve gently brings a hand up, taking your chin between his thumb and pointer finger, guiding you to look at him. your breath hitches as he holds your face in his hand, doing nothing but gaze at your face.

“is this okay?” he asks as he cradles the side of your face with his right hand, gently rubbing the pad of his thumb along your cheek, feeling the warmth from the flush of your face.

you only nod with a hum, eyelashes fluttering slightly against his movements. eventually your eyes close, giving him full permission to simply observe you.

he could stay like this forever, he thinks, watching your face while he caressed your cheek, a blush of his own painting his cheekbones.

during a breath out, he notices your lips part slightly and suddenly his gaze is zeroed in on your lips, fighting off the urge to graze at them with his thumb.

your stomach does a tumble at his ministrations but you don’t want him to stop. in fact, you’re craving for more.

so, you open your eyes, lidded downward into a squint as you look at him through the dimly lit room, all thanks to your tv set. steve stares back at you expectantly, maybe expecting you to pull away and return to the movie that’s just about over.

“kiss me.” it’s a soft request, one that makes your heart bang against your chest in anticipation, yet fear at the same time. this could quite possibly be the most embarrassing moment of your life if you’re rejected.

steve doesn’t waste another second, though, fully leaning into you, molding his lips over yours in haste. his kiss sucks the breath out of you truthfully, making you lunge right back into him and gripping the front of his t-shirt.

his other hand flies to your neck, angling you slightly, deepening the kiss. the movie’s long forgotten as your left hand reaches up to touch the soft locks you’ve secretly wanted to run your hands through for ages now.

you smile slightly against his lips, maybe in amusement of the surreality of the situation. never did high school you think you would’ve ever been in this sort of situation with the man in front of you.

similarly, steve’s heart is in shambles as he does everything to keep you glued to him, hands trailing down to your waist and tugging you closer to him to the point of mounting his lap.

never did he think that one of his grade’s brainiacs would be caught dead sucking faces with someone they’d probably think didn’t have any sort of future rolled out.

you’re kissing for a while, well until the credits of the movie are rolling down the screen, yet neither of you bother to so much as separate for more than a mere second.

by the time your lips are swollen and you’re gasping for breath, his head is squished onto the sofa cushion, you eagerly on top of him as his hands grasp at your hips, occasionally brushing along your back.

“shit, what time is it?” you mumble, voice a little hoarse, as you sit up above him.

steve doesn’t care about the time really, only leaning his body upward to chase your lips once more. he kisses you beside your lips, pecking lightly against your jaw and you laugh, shifting slightly when he kisses a sensitive spot below your ear.

“okay, no seriously, shouldn’t you be getting home before it gets too late?”

he sighs at that, head hanging solemnly in agreement, pressing against your shoulder. “yeah,” he murmurs, voice muffled against your shirt.

“i’ll see you tomorrow to return the tape,” you promise, pecking the side of his head, smiling at the smell of his shampoo. it’s a warm, fuzzy feeling that’s buzzing through you and you’re afraid it won’t ever go away.

then again, if steve’s the reason for it, you don’t think you mind.

“i’ll hold you to that,” he grumbles, still a little glum to be leaving you. “we didn’t even finish the rest of it.”

“i have a feeling we won’t ever finish a movie together,” you grin up at him as he stands from your couch, instinctually running a hand through his hair, which is in a little disarray from your doing.

“that’s a cheeky observation.”

“is it wrong?” you can’t help but ask, dopey smile on your face.

steve smiles at that, leaning down to be at eye level with you. “no.” and then he gives you a chaste kiss to your lips. “i’ll see you tomorrow.”

you quickly follow him out, bidding him a good night as he walks over to his car, and watching him drive off while leaning against the door frame, that same lovesick grin never leaving your face.

funnily enough, steve’s lovesick smile never left his face either.

-

“how was movie night?” robin pipes during their next shift together.

“it was fine,” steve answers simply, hiding the blush on his cheeks from the memory of the night before.

“fine,” she deadpans. “all of that flirting for just fine? maybe you are hopeless, harrington.”

before steve can fire something back, the jingle of the storefront alerts your entry and immediately, steve whips his head around to meet your gaze with his.

you wave the tape at him, walking toward him with a smile. “hey,” you greet easily, though still feeling all the buzzing nerves you felt the night prior. you could play it cool and pretend like everything that happened last night didn’t affect you as much as it did, but given you were practically up all night squealing into your pillow and kicking your feet, you don’t think you’d be a very good actor.

“hey,” he answers softly, holding out his hand. “what movie do you want today?”

“very funny,” you scowl playfully as you hand it over. “just returning this one.”

“just returning?” steve asks, playful lilt to his voice, making you squeeze your eyes shut. how you’ll ever act the same around steve will be an ongoing difficulty.

“yes, and i think I scrounged up enough change to pay for it-“

“i think i have better payment,” he says thoughtfully making your eyebrows raise in curiosity.

“oh?”

steve simply pokes his cheek a few times, turning one side toward you. you can’t help but roll your eyes in amusement at his brazenness.

“you’re really something, ain’t ya?” but you indulge him anyway, leaning over to peck his cheek sweetly, only to pull away with a slightly flustered expression from the pda. and then steve turns his cheek the other way.

“one more.”

“you’re impossible,” you huff with a laugh but lean in anyway, only to squeak when steve turns his cheek at the last second, connecting his lips with yours.

“i think you like it,” he whispers when you’re centimeters apart, grinning at the deep flush on your face.

you step back from the counter, covering your face with your hands bashfully. when you feel cool enough to face him again, you give him an awkward, albeit endearing all the same to steve, smile and shoot him some finger guns.

“i’ll see you around, harrington.”

“see you soon, sweetheart.”

and then you’re rushing out, most likely to run home and scream into your pillow once more.

steve can’t help the smile on his face as he checks the tape back into the system, only pausing when he feels a stare straight at his temple. he looks up to face robin’s accusatory, yet amused, expression.

“your night was just fine, hm?”

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[seraphicalsuccubus]

I just wanna make a post because I’ve gotten tons of worried asks about my absence and wishing I’m okay and everything (and I will answer them I promise, I do really appreciate y’all checking in on me). but this is going to be a LONG post so if you’re actually gonna read it, strap in babes.

anyways, my life has virtually become a dystopian hell and I’m not kidding you. I feel like a prisoner in my own home. I feel like I’m under house arrest because I’m just not allowed to do fucking anything anymore. I pretty much cannot leave my house, not even to get groceries. I cannot ask my roommate to pick up anything for me on her way home from work because she bitches about it and makes some excuse not to even if it’s something I desperately need. I haven’t had a single human interaction with ANYONE even my former best friend/roommate since the end of January until this week when I just fucking lost it and vented to my aunt and had her get me a dispensary order because I can’t leave my house to get one myself anymore and she came to hang out and spend some time with me and talk about everything for a couple hours. and that’s the bare bones of what’s going on. there’s so much fucking more piled to it but I’ll just give you the gist of it. I literally told my therapist that if I didn’t get the fuck out of here soon, I will probably slit my wrists and bleed out in the bathtub. like if I cannot run away and escape all this shit, I will be leaving this house in a body bag because I honestly just do not know how much more of this shit I can take.

I have been so unbelievably stressed. I have picked every tiny cut, scratch, ingrown hair, pimple, everything that could be picked open, into huge gaping wounds all over my legs and specifically, I had two tiny cat scratches on my stomach from one of my cats kneading on me and not being too gentle with her claws, and i picked those TINY cuts into gaping wounds bigger than the size of dollar coins. two of them. right next to each other. they were so bad that I thought they were legitimately going to get infected and cause me problems. but they’re finally healing and starting to scar because I HAD to bandage them. like if I did not bandage them and change the bandage twice a day, they would have become infected and been a huge problem. that’s how bad those two specifically were.

not only this, but I have also PICKED A FUCKING BALD SPOT ON MY SCALP near my widow’s peak, but thankfully it’s on the side my hair flops over from so it’s covered. but it’s still there and it makes me horribly insecure and I don’t know if it’s like a scab that’ll eventually fall off and something will grow back from it or if it’s a scar and I’ll have this bald spot forever to be insecure of and self conscious of all the time. literally only time will give me the answer to that. but I am fucking 26 years old and have picked myself to PIECES and BALD SPOTS due to stress. I am literally falling the fuck apart.

and not only that, but I was just informed that I need to be conscious and aware of the fact that I may have fucking lupus because two of my dad’s sisters have it (one confirmed diagnosis and the other a suspicion but that’s enough of a reason for me to be worried about it) and I’m too terrified to get tested or whatever to start the process of getting that diagnosis. like the one thing I’ve always been so fucking afraid of is having an autoimmune disease and my fear of that may have fucking manifested one fucking for me and I’m really struggling with the potential that I may have to deal with that, along with my other health issues and mental health issues and shit.

I just. I have been going through a REALLY rough fucking time. and I am sorry, I am so sorry for the lack of posts or explanations or not answering anyone’s asks or messages aside from the two people I talk to daily because I just mentally cannot handle conversations through all this shit, and for making anyone genuinely concerned about me because of my absence and shit. I wish I could say you shouldn’t worry, but honestly, I’m incredibly worried about myself and that reason alone should scare anyone that knows me because I’m NEVER worried about myself. I’m sorry. I wish I could say I’m okay and I’m thriving and my lack of presence on here was a GOOD thing because I’m doing well and not thinking about social media, but it’s not. it’s a very bad thing. I don’t leave my bed every day unless it’s to take care of my cats. I can’t remember the last day I actually ate a meal or even a snack. the only hydration I get is like the 3 sips of whatever I use to take my meds every morning and night. I have no drive to create content so my income has dropped SO dramatically that I am barely scraping by to pay my bills. I haven’t gamed. I haven’t caught up on any of the shows I was excited for and watching before all this. I haven’t done laundry in god only knows how long and I’m literally running out of clean clothes to wear. I literally only brush my hair before I get on FaceTime with a friend or my boyfriend, otherwise it’s a knotted mess. I’ve showered to clean my body because I feel disgusting being dirty but I have not washed my hair since I had these extensions installed. I do not have the energy to wash this much fucking hair right now. and do you know when these were installed? February 12th. I have not washed my fucking hair in over a month and I feel so fucking repulsive because of it. my hair is my pride and joy. I have such expensive quality products for it. I take care of it. I love my hair. and I cannot even find the energy to wash it when I’m already in the shower just to wash my body/face because I just am so depressed that I can’t even find the energy to do it WHILE ALREADY IN THE SHOWER. I usually go 7-10 days without washing my hair to prolong the life of my extensions and my hair dye and shit because my hair doesn’t get greasy quickly or dry so I can push it that long and just do like body wash/skincare showers in between. but it’s been over a month. over a FUCKING MONTH. since I’ve been able to find the energy to just wash my fucking hair even when I’m already in the shower. do you know how pathetic that feels?

I’m sorry this was such a heavy post. for anyone that actually read through it, I’m sorry. I’ve been internalizing a lot of this shit and this isn’t even the icing on the fucking cake. this is the bare minimum of what I’m dealing with. it’s so much more convoluted and fucked up and abusive than I’m explaining on here and I’m sorry for venting about the things that I did. but I’ll leave it there. I won’t get into the rest.

if you read this far, I’m sorry for taking up so much of your time with this long of a post just to get shit off my chest. I hope you’re having a really good day, or that your day gets better, your weekend goes well, and that you have some good karma headed your way. I wish you all the best. thank you for listening. I appreciate it. 🖤

#it’s really hard for me to make this post and admit that I am struggling so fucking bad so please be kind and considerate about all this #because if someone makes a rude remark or sends a rude ask about it I’m blocking and deleting it #I’m not even going to entertain someone trying to make me feel worse than I already feel #because I didn’t even KNOW I could feel this bad in my fucking life #so please just be kind and comfort me or just don’t say anything. please. for my sake.

[thewiz9062]

Smiling Critters AU No.7: Dogday

NOTE: THIS IS NOT RELATED TO CANON IN THE SLIGHTEST. An accurate description of this au is that I took every playtime.co poster art and promotional material from the game and lit up the rest of canon in a bonfire. This means that EVERY character is part of one big cartoon. That's it. No bigger bodies project, no child souls, no experiments, just a depiction of a cartoon. PLEASE do not ask me to do anything suggestive with anyone.

Here's our final main character, THE main character's introduction, dogday!!

OK, so I'm my general ideas post I specified that dogday is the new kid, but the reason for that is he was tutored for the time being....at an orphanage.

Yeah, no parents in sight here either. Difference being that dodgay has never had parents, he was abandoned week one. Ever since then, he's lived in an orphanage.

However, dogday has always been a 'sunshine child', so to say. Always seeing the good side of situations, as we know. Even though the other kids at the orphanage don't really talk to him, as while he never knew his parents, they lost their parents and their normal life. Dogday can recognize this, and they leave each other alone unless necessary.

Anyways, due to being tutored as well as reasons stated above, he didn't really have any friends. But he kept positive.

Eventually, he managed to convince his caretakers to let him go to an actual school.

OK, here's an oversimplified of how he befriended the other critters:

Craftycorn: gave her the much needed push into her talent of art, planting the first seed of rebellion from her shitty ass parents, set up the after-school meetings

Bubba and kickin: managed to pass their friend filter test, invited them to the after-school meeting

Hoppy: really just appeared after school and said, "yall chill" so she joined

Bobby: Also appeared after school and liked the group, offered to bring snacks and it became routine

Picky: invited via bobby

OK, now we pick up where we left off yesterday: Catnap.

And so, the next time bobby met up with catnap, she brought dogday with. She had to go to take care of her siblings this time around, leaving the two of them. So, dogday tried to start up a conversation, which ended up more like a one-sided ramble. Everybody in the group was very animated, so someone to just sit and talk to and they would just listen was very refreshing. A few meetings later, dogday assured bobby that if she had to do other things, he would be more than happy to accompany catnap. Catnap also seemed to be a little bit more lively. By that I mean instead of the blank stare he'd give Bobby, he listens to dogday with a slightly amused or interested glisten in his eyes. When interacting with Dogday, he never had to be unsubtle with his response. Bobby was very awkward when trying to talk to him, usually waiting for a response, but with dogday, just a simple eyebrow twitch or grunt would be enough to prompt him to continue. Even though catnap had never spoke to him directly, it still felt like a conversation.

One day, during one of their exchanges, dogday accidentally brought up the fact that he lives in an orphanage. Dogday clammed up as he saw Catnap's face widen in mild suprise, and then was confused and surprised when he saw his mouth turn upwards slightly. He got up and gestured for dogday to follow him. They went deeper into the forest and reached catnaps shack house thingy. Dogday asked if this is where he goes to hang out sometimes. Catnap shook his head. He then asked if this was where he lived. A nod. Catnap moved over to a corner of the room and showed dogday a picture of his parents. Dogday asked if they were still around, and catnap shook his head. Catnap then sat down on the floor and used one if his gestures to signicate that he was listening, essentially asking if he wanted to talk about his own. Dogday went on about how the only thing he knows about his parents are that they left him. It turns into a vent once he starts asking himself if he did something wrong, or were they just terrible people, or maybe he just wasn't worth their time. He was already on the verge of crying and was about to say something along the lines of "but it's ok" to try and 'cheer himself up, but was suddenly tackled in a hug from catnap. And for the first time since he met him, he spoke to say that it wasn't OK. That's when the dam broke, and they both sat there hugging while dogday cried.

-

Tears? Wdym I'm a waterbender I'm just displaying my superior abilities to your mortal soul

that one was a doozy

Additional notes:

- before you ask yourself, "Are they shipping them" I genuinely don't know if I want to or not. Sun and moon characters are just kinda like that sometimes and I certainly didn't help it ngl. If you want to see this as a ship post, go ahead, but it's not canon here

- I love the trope where polar opposite characters make each other see the other side of things in a similar situation so yk I had to rid them both of familial love :D

- I never specified, but catnap did not go to school. Like at all. He does, however, know how to read, write, speak, and do basic math. You ask him what 12 x 94, and he'd give you the answer, but if you ask what's the powerhouse of the cell is, he'd give you a "wtaf r u talking abt" look. (Poor soul doesn't even know people added the alphabet to math......actually he's lucky ngl)

Anyways I'm gonna give an aftermath post that includes the end of the school year, then introduce side characters, THEN I can finally get into actual content. Sorry my schedule and motivation varies alot so I apologize for inconsistencies. Byeeee

#poppy playtime #dogday #smiling critters #smiling critters poppy playtime #catnap #poppy playtime catnap #my art #art #bobby bearhug #alternate universe

[thebottomfromhell]

wait: you the moment Muzan was asking that person if they looked sickly? before he killed them I mean what if, that happened again with someone else(reader, perhaps?) but they end up being blind (and he didn't know until reader subtly points it out)? like he asks and reader says 'I'm not sure what you're asking, but you sound pretty healthy.' all genuine smiles and all

I would change the scene a bit for it to make sense, but Muzan encountering blind reader is a lovely idea.

So, also I did this one before others I still owe cuz I'm literally sick, and I always become lazy when sick, and it was the one I needed to think the least. I should feel better by Monday, but I wanted to keep the promise of 2 post per week.

Muzan encounters GN Blind Reader in the scene of the alley

Warnings: Mentioned non-character human death, Implied life-threat to reader and Open ending.

You were born blind. Your mother more often than not said you cried a lot, both as a baby and as a toddler, scared, because you couldn't see anything. The second you didn't have someone touching you you feared you got lost or abandoned, so you cried. You stopped crying when you started to grow up, thankfully your parents were quite wealthy, so you never had problems with being sustained, even if with your current condition living a normal life, like getting a job and starting a family, is harder than normal.

You never let that bother you, though. Also, your other senses do help you around a lot. You can hear, smell and touch your way through most places, so as long as you have your loyal can, you are more than fine. This night, you can sense due the lack of sun rays in your skin, is a busy one. You don't even know what took you so long, since you were only buying some sweets in a shop you go a lot. Since the woman that makes the sweets knows about your condition, sometimes she sneaks some more samples, thinking you don't realize the rations are bigger than normal. Still, it's an endearing gesture.

But the crowd tonight is making it harder to go home, it's too loud and full tonight, so using the temperature of the walls you guide yourself to an alley, there the stones are colder since they didn't get the sun's heat during the day. Then... there is a scent of blood. You know how it smells, since you were little you were able to recognize your mother's periods to the smell in the kitchen when the cooks are cutting the meat. But in those times the smell was diluted, but now it's strong, pungent. Is someone bleeding out? Should you call for help?

No, if it's so bad, it's probably a murder in the alley, if you draw the attention to yourself you might be the next victim, so you make the best to calm yourself. You are blind, so as long as you pretend to be oblivious to what is going on, you might have a chance to flee. You have done this before, not with MURDER, but you have had your fair share of stories of finding people having sex in alleys, and pretending to not know.

"What are you doing standing there like a freak? Can't you see what is going on?" Says a voice, it's rather sweet and soft, clearly manly, you would dare to bet it's a healthy man from his twenties to his mid thirties. In any other situation, you might have even been smitten by the voice. But now.... "No sir, as you might have realized... I can't see. Did I interrupt on something?" You ask, trying your best to keep your nerves under control. You hear steps, shoes with platforms from the west? Is the murder someone wealthy? They are comming towards you. And you know it's not the victim. The victim would beg, run, shove you to scape... not walk calmly towards you.

You move your staff on the ground, making little hits from side to side, hoping it will make this person keep it's lenght as distance. He stops when you hear the edge hit his leg. You stop the movement. "Scaping the crowd, huh? Seems we are not so different from one another. I'm sorry for my tone earlier, I needed some time alone, the city can be upseting at times." Before he sounded as if he was containing his anger, but now... it's gentle, even nice. You can feel hands, not so big or thick, but very strong, in your shoulders, as he guides you to turn around back to the streets. "This alley is infested by pests, let me help you in the way out. Let's go sit somewehre else." You let him, because you are afraid of what he will do if you don't.

You do relax in the crowd for once, though, since is improbable he will do anything to you in front of other but... no one is reacting. Shouldn't he be covered in blood? Then again, he doesn't feel wet, even id the faint smell is still there. Also, he moves you gently, making sure you don't trip or bump into anyone or anything, constantly telling your the name of the streets you are going and describing them for you to know where you are, more or less. He is precise, you know exactly how to go home from here. Part of you wonders if you should tell the authorities, but... would they believe you?

"Here. Here we should be able to rest." You both sit on a bench, there is something off about this man, but you don't know what. "So, what is your name? You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." You nerviously grip tight the bag where you have your sweets, not knowing how to react. "Y/N...." you answer, if only to be polite. "Y/N. It's a pleasure to meet you. Do you live nearby? Have anyone who is supposed to pick you up?" You don't give the exact location, but you asnwer "I live near by. With your descriptions I should be able to get home from here by my own."

"Is it really? Then, I have other matters to answer to, so I will stop keeping you. We might see each other again." He says and... gone... you use you staff after some seconds of silence to check and he is really gone. Or farther than the staff's full lenght's reach. How? You didn't hear any steps or sense any movement. He is just gone. What? How?

You stay in the bench for a while, could it be that you have gone mad? Is this a dream? Was it part from your imagination? Was the man a ghost? You stay a while trapped in your thoughts before going home. Some days pass, weeks, more than a month, and you get to almost forget about the experience. It probably wasn't what you thought, and you will never se that man again, so why worry.

Then, one night your father tells you to go to the main room to meet his new business partner adopted son's. He is a lot younger than you, around half your age, but it seems it will be your job to entertain the child while your parents make business. The kid is very quiet while everyone else is here, it makes you wonder if he is even there. Then, you hear it again. "I told you we would meet again, Y/N." You freeze, it isn't coming from the child, is it? "How would you react if I told you I can give you sight?" You are blind under the situation, no pun intended... Just who the hell is this guy?

"My name is Kibutsuji Muzan, never repeat it."

#demon slayer #kny #upper moons #kny x reader #muzan #muzan kibutsuji #blind reader #muzan x reader #muzan is a manipulative piece of shit and I love him for it

[novasintheroom]

008. Kindness

♡ Pairing - Vash x Reader

♡ Word count - 1.1k

♡ Warnings - none

♡ Description - You continue to send Vash letters.

Part of the 150 Bullets drabble series on AO3

Part 1 ---- Part 2 ---- Part 3 (you are here!) ---- Part 4 ---- Part 5

The next letter comes a week later on a Tuesday. The one after that, two weeks and two days. And the one after that, just four days later.

You’ve made a habit of writing at nearly every post office and leaving it to be picked up by Vash if he chooses. He tries to resist and leave the letters there, but loneliness and the want to know how you’re doing always wins. He’s returned to a town more than once just to get a letter.

This week’s letter comes from a little town called Bangs. The mailwoman hands him the letter from the top of her tomas, and he gives her the twenty-six C-cents for handling it.

The paper inside is pink this time and smells a bit like almond lotion. Your curving and slanted writing greets him:

                Birdie,

                I’ve managed to add three new towns this week to the roster. There’re only a few people in each who are willing to join in on the book exchange, but a win’s a win. HQ says I’m doing great, and they’ve already gotten a few applications from some teenagers in the towns to apply for college in the bigger cities.

                In fact, they’re moving me to a new route soon. One that’s a bit more challenging due to it being so far out and away from most other places. I’m getting my own tomas for it since the towns are so spread out. I’ve drawn the map they sent me on the back…in case you ever want to visit.

                I hope you’re doing well. I wish I could see you. I know you’re getting my letters. Write to me, please. Even if you don’t think we should travel together anymore, we can at least be friends, right?

Forever yours,

       ______

P.S. What do evil toma lay? Deviled eggs.

He’s surprised to find two blank pages nestled into the envelope. You really want him to write you? After abandoning and dodging you for nearly two months? But he shouldn’t be surprised. You’re always adjusting to his boundaries, always making sure he’s comfortable, even if you disagree. You’re too kind for your own good. The least he could do is tell you he’s okay.

So, he writes back.

                ______,

                I’m doing fine. I’ve got a few jobs lined up in the town I’m in right now. I was able to help nurse someone’s grandma back to health here too. I’m doing my best, just like you are.

He taps at the paper. What else should he say?

                I’m sorry I I’m glad to hear you’re doing well. You’re making a huge difference by helping build up people’s education. It will help so many people in the future.

                What do you know about the region you’re getting assigned to? I’ve only been around there a few times, and I’m sure it’s changed since then.

Best,

              Vash

P.S. Why can’t you ever trust stairs? They’re always up to something.

He’s left with an extra page to write with, but just stuffs it in his pocket. He doesn’t have much of worth to say right now; he still feels bad about…everything. He finds the postwoman again, who takes the new envelope and trots off on her tomas, and that’s that.

The next letter comes on the road as a courier passes by on her own walk back toward a town called Ferret’s Claw. She hails him, and hands it to him. “Already paid for,” her gravelly voice says, then continues trotting down the path of dunes.

Vash watches her leave before he opens and scans it over.

                Birdie,

                I’ve heard about you helping the Plants in the region. You’re not as sneaky as you used to be. That, or people are a lot more talkative about the talented, young, handsome man going around fixing Plants.

                Sure sounds like you.

                I’ve had to deal with some bandits on the road. Been chased a few times. Luckily they either aren’t great shots or don’t have their own toma to chase me on. They seem to be young kids with nothing better to do. I hope the more we spread education, that will lessen.

                Be careful around here, birdie.

                                                                                                Forever yours,

                                                                                                                ______

A blush rises to his cheeks when he reads over the “talented, young, handsome” line again. Leave it to you to still get his stomach fluttering with butterflies, even at a distance. Vash lets a breath go through his nose, then folds the letter, putting it in his “letters pocket,” so dubbed now after receiving them. He brings out the spare piece of paper from the previous letter and begins to write, using his knee as a ‘desk.’

                Mayfl______,

                Don’t worry about me; I know how to run handle bandits. You should be more careful, though. Do you still have that knife you got from the pawn shop?

                I won’t be staying in the region long. There’s a call coming from somewhere else, and I need to go to it.

He taps the paper, looking up and around as he thinks. Should he tell you where he’ll be? He’d like more letters…

                It’s coming from a town in the east, I know that much. Hopefully I can get there in time.

                Be safe.

                             Vash

P.S. There are three types of people in the world: those who can count, and those who can’t.

There. That ought to be enough.

And when he’s in the east, he isn’t as surprised to find a letter waiting for him at one of the towns.

Birdie,

I’ll keep writing to you if that’s alright. It gets lonely on the road, and I don’t doubt you feel it too. I love getting your letters.

HQ says I’ll stay in this region for at least a few months. Please let me know where to send my letters; I promise I won’t follow – I’ve got too many people relying on me and the books now. But I’d still love to hear from you. Tell me about what you’re up to, any adventures, even the shoot-outs you’re in. I’ll worry, but I’ll know you’re okay with each letter.

I hope you’re well. I hope you find happiness wherever you go.

                                                                                Forever yours,

______

P.S. What do you call a can opener that doesn’t work? A can’t opener.

And Vash does write back. Even if it’s so much less than what you write, he keeps you updated.

Vash wonders, when he’s writing his next letter, if this should stop. He’s leading you on; he hasn’t stopped contact like he promised he would. He looks down at the paper and crumples it in his hand, then opens and smooths it out again. Your kindness is like a drug he can’t quit. It’s selfish, but he wants to keep you, like the letters he keeps in his pocket. Is it so bad to want one friend in the world?

Maybe. Perhaps not.

And so he writes.

#trigun #vash the stampede #trigun stampede #tristamp #writing #vash x reader #vash the stampede x reader #reader insert #self insert #nova writes #150 bullets #trigun x reader #vash x you #trigun stampede x reader

[gureumz]

I just read project Aphrodite and omg it was so good!!! I was wondering if maybe you could follow it up a little with idk, headcanons of dad!jungwon with reader? It was just so good omg

ok i love this actually let me just

[read project aphrodite here!]

project aphrodite special chapter: jungwon headcanons

established early on with you that while he appreciates the companionship and the amazing sex, he's not really looking to be romantically tied down

jungwon swears that he won't sleep or get with another woman in the foreseeable future and regulations on project aphrodite state that if two people decide to have a baby, they need to register their names into the system, anyway, and both are forbidden to register their name with a different person until after a year

so the two of you are basically in a weird marriage but not really

true to his promise, it doesn't take long for you to get pregnant and both you and jungwon are relieved for the most part, finally having fulfilled your duty as citizens of this dying world

but a smaller part of you starts to feel the telltale signs of that motherly love people love to talk about

you're moved to a bigger room, more akin to a proper apartment and you start bustling about just weeks after finding out you're pregnant, going full-on nesting

you visit the supplies office early, requesting a crib and a carrier and more blankets than you know you need and much, much more

you and jungwon continue to work together but he doesn't shy away from the fact that he's the father of that baby you're carrying

he accompanies you at meal times, goes with you to your checkups, helps rearrange your place

the day you find out that you're having a girl, you see something shift in jungwon's eyes

"our little girl," jungwon mumbles, still staring at the sonogram long after the two of you left your appointment

jungwon holds you then, thanking you for putting up with so much already: the morning sickness, the fatigue, the constant trips to the restroom

"i couldn't be happier that you're the mother our children will have," says jungwon.

"i thought you were joking about having more than one," you joke.

"i guess i'm not this time," he replies.

then you make the sweetest most passionate love that night and you think if weddings were still practiced, you would have married him the next day

jungwon is nothing short of a caring father

a complete girl dad!!!!! loves dressing your baby up in the prettiest clothes he can get his hands on (which, in a post-apocalyptic world, are plain pink onesies and bright yellow pajamas)

you don't talk about it, but you know that you and jungwon are far past the weird 'just doing our due diligence' stage

he's in love and so are you

#asks #enhypen smut #enhypen scenarios #jungwon smut #jungwon scenarios #w: jungwon

[authorhjk1]

December Special!

Round Two!!

Hi everyone! This will be our last and final round throughout the coming week. The links in this post will direct you to the four polls for the four chapters. Keep in mind that I will decide on the order randomly as I write along.

I put all the options into this post, beacuse I do not have the nerve to type all of this four times. Tumblr doesn't let me copy text and paste it into a post.

Have fun!

Chapter

Chapter

Chapter

Chapter

1.

You knew this might happen. You read the script of your knew role in the upcoming kdrama. And yet, you are surprised when your co-star pulls you aside after filming that day. Seo Yeaji's face can switch in a heartbeat. From a cold and emotionless mask, to an adorable , cute smile. While she asks you, if the two of you could practice the next scene, her face shows a new expression. Lust. It's quite a spicy scene after all.

2.

Idols are always stressed, overworked and tired. On top of that, they can't even relax properly. They have to be careful about their food, words and actions. And one thing, that some people might neglect, is sexual satisfaction. That becomes a problem for Karina, Jihyo and Eunbi. Having bigger breasts only adds to their problems. Due to stress, their milk production starts to rise. When the three of them invite you to join their pre-Christmas party, they obviously have ulterior motives.

3.

IU's and Kang Seulgi's competition started, when they caught each other, having sex backstage during an award show, a couple of months ago. At first, it picked up slowly. Random challenges, send via text on kakaoTalk app, answered by pictures as proof of the accomplished mission. Now, the two of them are tied, desperate to come up with something new. Luckily, IU and Seulgi have a lot of fans, who are more than happy to help them out.

4.

You and Irene are coworkers with a special history. The two of you tried out more kinks and positions and places than even married couples. But some things are still missing. Luckily, Irene has a friend who got hired a couple of weeks ago. You were planning on welcoming her properly anyways.

5.

After just being hired by Dreamcatcher Company, you are already tasked with shooting Jiu's and SuA's special clip. Jiu knows that you are an Insomnia and that SuA is your bias. Maybe you will get to shoot another type of special clip with the two of them, thanks to Jiu.

6.

You meet your exgirlfriend IU at a high school friend's wedding. After the memories of your school times come back, the two of you sneak off.

7.

You have worked with a couple of idols already. They are often models and embassadors for brands after all. Now you are tasked with filming a small video to promote Jimmy Choo's newly designed dress. The woman who appears in your studio is no other than Cho Miyeon.

8.

Yuna has always been quite kinky. But her Christmas present for you this year is on another level. It's Ryujin. She is kneeling on her bed, wrapped in red lingerie and a bow like a gift. Her hands are tied behind her back, while her eyes are covered with a red blindfold.

9.

You have already tried everything. Drinking warm milk with honey, listening to music, reading a book. Nothing. Working out, spending more time on your job. Nothing. Even after bringing that girl home last night, Yunjin, you vaguely remember her name, didn't help at all. You still can't fall asleep. It's late at night and you are lying in bed once more. Sleepless. Then, your doorbell rings. That must be your neighbor. Chaewon. After telling her about your insomnia, she said she might know aomething.

10.

Going to college is already hard enough, considering your background. Bad grades, devorced father, stepmother and stepsister and so on. The only reason you got in was because of your scholarship. You are not a good student. But a talented football player. And now everything becomes even more difficult. While trying to learn for your upcoming test, someone knocks on your door. Tzuyu, your stepsister. Her and her mom, Jihyo, seemed to have gotten into a huge fight once again. Can you cheer her up?

11.

The one thing you love most about your job is the fact that you see beautiful women pretty much every day. Being a photographer enables you to make them take any kind of pose in any kind of outfit. Of course, when you started your career, you never thought about it like this. Until you meet Im Yoona.

#kpop #kpop smut #kpop girls #kpop gg #male reader #lee jieun #gidle #le sserafim #twice #aespa #red velvet #dreamcatcher

[emhasthoughts]

Gertrude and the cat-avatars

Summary: Gertrude let one cat in. Said cat has a habit of bringing in other cats.

A/N: During @dcartcorner's stream the topic of avatars as cats came up and I decided to write a little something for it. I have another part with the Distortions that might be posted later. Also worth noting: I do not own a cat, never have, I'm horrible with cat breeds, so I've tried to describe Simon/Peter/Elias through this art and Mike's look is taken from this

Lastly: Not beta read by someone else, just me and my lil google document.

Pt 1, You're here! / Pt 2, Michael and Helen Distortion, Agnes / Pt 3, Annabelle, Jude, Oliver / Pt 4, John, Jane, Maxwell, Manuela / Pt 5, Jon, Martin, Sasha, Tim / Pt 6, Melanie, Daisy, Basira, Georgie / Pt 7, Jared, Gerry, Nikola / Bonus, a visit to the vet / Halloween bonus!

Simon was the first cat she actually adopted. It had been one of her coworkers who had wanted to get rid of him due to their financial situation and asked Gertrude about it. Claiming that he was old and an inside cat, easy to take care of. She had agreed. Thinking it would be easy and that, in the worst case, Simon would not live for long after getting him. She could not have been more wrong.

Sometimes he could have passed as a kitten. Rather small for what he was meant to be, thin despite the amount of food he ate, his gray fur was not fluffy enough to hide how thin he could look. Despite it all, the veterinarian had claimed him healthy. He was also not that much of an indoor cat. Sometimes, whenever he felt like it, he would wander out of the house, sometimes gone for days. Gertrude did not mind it that much. He was a rather loud and talkative cat after all.

Simon also had a habit of getting more cats to her doorstep. 

One day she opened the door to see small Simon standing proudly in the middle of two new cats. One looked nearly ridiculous next to him. Light beige and at least three times bigger and fluffier, with yellow eyes that sort of made it look like he did not want to be there. To the other side was a mainly brown cat, who seemed to be in a perfect middle of size and fluff. A bit of white around the eyes, nose, stomach and paws. He looked at her with judgemental green eyes and for a moment she worried if a cat could actually see into someone’s soul. Since they kept coming back she had named the two Peter, the fluffy cat and the other Elias.

Peter came and went. Similarly to Simon, he could be gone for days, maybe even weeks. Whenever he was home he was with Elias and/or Simon, being quiet and calm. Elias was probably the most judgemental cat she had ever come across. He was not really loud or overly talkative, but he could spend hours in a corner just looking at her without blinking. It was a bit creepy and sometimes it felt like he was secretly planning to kill her in her sleep.

Four months ago Simon was gone for a week, only to come back in with a very disgruntled cat. Looking rather similar to Peter, though smaller, thinner bit of brown around the eyes, paws, tip of ears and tail, including a branching scar most visible on the back. Despite the cat not being a small kitten, Simon still managed to drag them there. The cat had seemingly accepted its fate, making Gertrude question how far from home they were.

She had taken the cat to a veterinarian the day after. It was a male, named Mike, who had once belonged to a couple that passed two years before in a house fire. The scar was older, though it had gotten infected over the two years. She had gotten more of a rundown of everything that was wrong with Mike and she planned to simply let him up for adoption, except Simon did not seem to leave Mike’s side. So, Gertrude accepted Mike in. If only until he was healthy again, by then Simon would hopefully be over it. 

Since then Gertrude had tried to throw Mike back on the streets while Simon was away. Except the pair kept coming back. Which caused her current situation. Sitting on her sofa, trying to watch TV, except she found herself staring at Mike, who had made himself comfortable on the shelf next to a vase, glaring back at her. His paw slowly raising towards the vase, never breaking eye contact. Gertrude narrowed her eyes. Until -

There was no crash. The vase was no longer on the shelf but it was also not shattered on the ground. Her eyes did not leave the falling - flying? - vase. It did not really stop the small cat from glaring at her. 

Gertrude had no real clue how long it was like that. The vase floating on the spot, her looking at the vase and Mike glaring at her. Like a picture, frozen in time. At least until -

CRASH

Well fuck.

#mike crew #simon fairchild #peter lukas #elias bouchard #gertrude robinson #cat avatars #mention of past fire #very brief mention of death #tell me if I should add anything

[olderthannetfic]

The nipple talk made me write down my experience where one of my tits exploded in green goo, and when I say 'exploded' I'm only mildly exaggerating.

I'm pregnant for the second time, the birth is two or three months away and I find a lump in my breast. I get an appointment with my gynecologist for the next day and they send me to the hospital saying that the lump is most likely benign but still needs to be checked.

A mammogram is out of the question because I'm pregnant and the breast-expert-doctor says that an MRI wouldn't give any clear results either so we've only done an ultrasound but he is relatively sure that the lump is formed due to some form of mastitis (too much milk, blockage of the milk duct) and there isn't much to be done about it because I also don't have any other symptoms.

Fast forward a few weeks and I go back to the hospital because the lump got bigger and now the doctor (another one) wants to put a needle inside to get the milk out so the breast can have some rest. I don't get any anesthesia for that because what would the point be in getting stuck with a needle only to not feel the next needle getting stuck.

We have a problem though, the needle is too thin and can't suck any milk out of my breast, so while one needle hangs down from my tit she goes to retrieve another one with more width. Now it works somewhat and she gets a discolored version of breastmilk out to be analyzed. The color from that time from what I remember was somewhere between white and yellow (yellow is a normal color for the first breastmilk that flows out after birth) with some blood mixed in and I think some green was there as well.

The lab results showed that the liquid was sterile, meaning there wasn't an infection in the breast. The small wound from the needle also healed up nicely but the milk still formed and the blockage didn't go down. Normally you'd stop breastfeeding at that point but the baby still wasn't born so what was a woman to do? Go back home and come back when it gets even bigger or other problems arise.

Another problem did arise a few weeks later. The skin two to three centimeters to the right of the nipple got redder and harder by the day. That was also the area where the needle had poked me and even though the wound was closed you could see how the skin had thinned out in that entire place.

So one day it happened. I don't quite remember how it happened but suddenly the thin skin around the red and hard area of my breast broke and massive amounts of green liquid flowed out everywhere. I got myself some tissues and went on to squeeze as much of the goo out as possible. If there was already and opening then I could try to remove the blockage by hand

. The viscous green liquid turned more and more yellow and then a liquid white. When some blood started to mix in I stopped, called the hospital, literally said that my breast exploded and they booked me for another appointment the same day.

To make this post shorter: The blockage didn't go away, I got antibiotics that had no discernible effect on me, the exit wound barely closed before it opened again to release more goo, the baby was born.

The hope of the doctors was that normal milk flow would finally open and clean out the milk ducts so this mastitis would finally end. I didn't breastfeed the baby from that breast but I used a milk pump on it until the lab cleared the milk for consumption by infants. And at first it seemed to have worked!

Somewhat. The milk flowed but at the same time the blockage gained in size. Because the wound couldn't close due to the pressure in the breast it started to leak green and yellow everywhere, constantly. I had to put those milk protector things on the wound, not to protect my clothes from leaking milk from my nipples but to protect my clothes from fermented milk out of the side, or as my friend once called it, yoghurt.

It still got everywhere. I had to put towels underneath my breast every time I breastfed from that side. I went back to the hospital and the breast-expert-doctor who mostly specialized in breast cancer told me that at this point I needed to stop breastfeeding completely, from both the sick and the healthy breast, while the gynecologist from the hospital told me that stopping with the sick breast alone was totally doable.

Turns out I didn't need to do anything because the lumps/hardness of the blockage got to so vast that the baby couldn't get the nipple in its mouth anymore. Everything around the nipple got hard and a baby needs to take more than just the tip of a nip to drink from the breast, so that question about stopping from one of both breasts answered itself.

After stopping to feed from that breast, this entire mastitis issue finally resolved itself. The hardness went down, the liquid stopped flowing, the wound closed. It just took months after the birth for it to be over. I still breastfeed from the other breast as well.

And that was the story on how my tit exploded.

- Paper-plate Anon

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