#I'm really uncertain anyone would like this

[zoropookie]

HOW HATERS ARE BORN (HHAB)

♡ chapter twenty-three — friends? (💋)

"Hey, if any reason we don't make it out without anyone seeing us, I just want to say that," You paused to look at him while you two were walking. "I think I’d rather be in a dating scandal with an insulin pen than you."

The corners of his lips twitched. "Wow." He said sarcastically, attention mainly on where he was going. "I never knew you were capable of thinking."

"My brain power’s not for free, just so you know," You immediately responded. "I changed my mind what I said earlier. I want at least three Twitter apologies and a lifetime supply of Jason Derulo concert tickets."

Scaramouche's eyebrows furrowed, giving you the nastiest side-eye that you could have ever imagined from him. "I'd rather take my chances with the scandal, thanks.”

You rolled your eyes, nudging him lightly with your elbow. You couldn't help but look at him a lot more than usual today. The allure that rang true put him in a different light, despite the light not being your cup of tea whenever he opens his mouth.

It was almost like the gravity of the situation didn't matter anymore. Still, you remained high and mighty. "I guess I'd want to be around me too."

"You're very sure of yourself for someone who's annoying every other day of the week."

"I’ll take it. It's why I exposed you so bad, and you flailed." You smiled, which caused Scaramouche to grunt in frustration. "You got burned, and you knew it too. Despite all odds, I kind of won."

"You did? Is that why you went AWOL for two weeks when I responded?" There was a split moment of silence between them as they stood there, and Scaramouche chuckled. The sound was low and throaty in the dimly lit alleyway. "All the considering, and this is very painful to say, but you were better with words than I was."

"Is that... another COMPLIMENT I HEAR COMING FROM YOUR-? I forgot it’s three in the morning." You sighed, shoulders dropping. "I'm satisfied with being the cunning wordsmith."

“You’re also just pretty fucking unfortunate to be around, but we can stroke your ego.”

“I love that you’re taking the diplomatic approach here.” You teased, feeling your heart warm up from his staring. Both of you looked at each other, uncertain to say anything, but hesitant to break the eye contact.

“Hey— uh.” You continued, stammering on your words. “If this all blows over? You wanna…go out?”

The amount of silence that was between them should have been enough of an indication to you, but you definitely knew it was solidified once he looked at you with a blank stare. “No.”

“Yeah, no. I started feeling like I was going to vomit when I said that anyway.” You quickly recovered, turning your body away to bite at your hand. Your eyes squeezed tight in embarrassment, hoping that you melt by some galactic beam in the next two seconds.

Amongst their chatter, and the alleyway that hid both of your figures, a distant rumble slowly became louder as the sound echoed off the walls. A pair of headlights pierced the darkness, and the beams of them against the worn down pavement on the curb assured them that it was definitely the group.

"Come on, come on!" Hu Tao shouted from the window, making you and Scaramouche cringe. She clearly found joy from this, because for some reason, the smile plastered on her face spoke volumes.

You both shared a fleeting glance, a silent exchange of words before entering the car.

"Well, well, well. If I would have known that Scaramouche himself would be in my car, I would have put 3/4th's water in my gas tank." Heizou raised an eyebrow, his tone dripping with amusement and mirth.

"Oh, be nice." You pursed your lips, squinting. "Like you made an effort to help me out in the past. Now you're on your high horse?"

"Um, that's alleged."

"Really? Is it? How's that case against (Y/N)'s hater going, Officer Shikanoin? Found any way to protect them?" Lumine spoke up, her arms crossed stubbornly. "Well?"

"Listen! I was given a very narrow band of things that I can do with that! Aaaand, my hands were tied with a lot of other things." Heizou defended.

"Yeah, I'm sure your hands were tied with all the Cheetos you were picking up, the ones you spilled in some sawdust." Yanfei chimed in with a wry grin. "But I suppose I can't blame you for your...preferences."

"You knew that was an accident."

"Oh Heizou, I never saw it as an accident."

The two of them were arguing so much with input from the others in the car, that you and Scaramouche could only look at each other again and back at the scene. This was the only way the two of you were getting home safe from social media.

"You wasted 2 hours picking up every single one-"

"I don't see how this is relevant to where we're going right now!" Heizou immediately interrupted her before she could finish. "Directions, anyone? Before I hit a dead end?"

Yanfei immediately started tapping on her phone screen, pulling up the GPS navigation app she used. "So you turn left, but the rest of it is all you." She said, shoving her phone towards Heizou who snatched it out of her hand.

"Where are we going anyway?" Hu Tao asked, too enamored in Yanfei to say anything substantial until now.

"Ei has a vacation lodge, it's pretty cool, and it has way too many guest rooms. We're going there, I assume you have a key to it, Scaramouche?"

Scaramouche couldn't even respond properly, only offering a yard long stare. "How do you know she has a vacation lodge?"

"Did you forget that you're an influencer?" Another mysterious voice, almost similar to a child’s, appeared suddenly.

Nahida’s head popped up from the back seat, next to Lumine. It was less surprising knowing that all of them were clashing groups, anyway. But Aether’s eyes narrowed to the front seat.

“Officer Shikanoin…” Aether said in almost a disgusted tone. “You should be ashamed of yourself.”

“It’s definitely NOT what you’re thinking right now—” Heizou took his hands off the wheel, causing the car to swerve for a split second. “DEAL WITH IT, okay. I’ll explain when we get there.”

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YOU ARE on your way to being one of the hottest streamer in your nation at the moment, racking a monthly average of 10 million viewers, but something specific bothers you about it. you know that a lot of people hate you, but there's this one account. one account that's been following you since the early days of your career. they leave a flood of rude comments in your stream, your moderators banned each account they made, but they keep making more. you are at the end of your tether. but you are yet to find out that this persistent cockroach is none other than your friend's friend (and the only other streamer that's bigger than you), scaramouche.

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#zoropookie #hhab #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #genshin scaramouche #genshin #genshin impact #genshin smau #genshin x reader #genshin fanfic #genshin x you #genshin x yn #scaramouche x yn #scaramouche x you

[lizhly-writes]

you know what. i think the best part of writing shang qinghua is that i get to use ten million exclamation points. does he actually talk like this in the novel? bro, i don't remember! i don't even remember if he talks like this in the fanfiction i read, or i'm exaggerating my memories! but it's sure fun!

Little known fact about Shang Qinghua: he was actually real fucking good at flying.

Was he shit at every other aspect of being a cultivator? Absolutely! But this shit, he had locked down. And why not? Why wouldn't he? Wasn't that the smartest thing to work on? The life of a cultivator was fraught with peril! Anyone in their right mind would do their best at being their best at running away! Flying was the de-facto way to make sure you stayed alive!

Besides! The oldest dream of humanity was flight! People have always looked at like, birds or something, and gone, "Wow, I wish I could do that!" Shang Qinghua certainly did!

And that was why he was the best messenger on An Ding Peak!

He never understood Bai Zhan. Why pick a fight to get your heart racing when you could leap off a cliff into free fall? You could have your split moment of panic, sure, if you were really into that -- but then you'd land on your sword, and not, say, uncertain death.

Which was exactly what Shang Qinghua just did.

#my writing #svsss #shang qinghua #sqh #this is totally for my sqh/yqy thing but like yqy isn't even mentioned here so i guess it's fine for if i ever write any other svsss fic

[screambirdscreaming]

At the bus stop one time there was a gaggle of preschoolers waiting to catch the bus for a field trip day, and someone walked past with a couple of friendly little dogs, to great general delight.

But after a little bit, the dogs were getting overwhelmed, and the preschoolers were gently coaxed to back off so the person with the dogs could continue on. Specifically, one of the preschool teachers said, "Sometimes, when you're small, being surrounded by big people can be a bit scary and overwhelming. Even if they are friendly."

This was recieved as great wisdom: after all, the preschoolers were also small, and understood how scary and overwhelming big people could be! And the dogs were indeed even smaller than the preschoolers, so it made sense.

What was funny and charming was that, upon absorbing and reflecting on this wisdom, they all felt the need to tell it to one another. In tones of great insight, they turned to one another and said, "Did you know? Sometimes when you are small, being surrounded by big people can be scary and overwhelming! Even if they are friendly!" Back and forth, without any particular concern that they were all saying the same thing. Have reached comprehension of an insight, it must be shared!

I must say that this behavior is less charming in tumblr users than in preschoolers. Not least because tumblr users, having gained a little analytical skill to misuse, insist on Summarizing and Generalizing and Unifying the insights they repeat, quickly turning any interesting new information into formulaic dogmatic mush.

#i made the mistake of looking in the notes of the beach sand post i reblogged to see if anyone else had interesting comments #And the rate at which it went from like #1) person states with moderate confidence an opinion based on their personal observations #2) multiple people reply with “wow thats so insightful!” (aka it aligns with my preconceived notions of how things work) #3) someone else adds additional personal observations which are not really relevant but which can be absorbed into the narrative #4) people start outright stating the underlying belief on which this bias is constructed as if it were a fresh insight #5) general derisive attitude towards people who haven't seen the Obviously Correct solution to this complex real world problem yet #It's very....... #It's not like it's a high stakes post but it's such a microcosm of the whole dogmatic phenomenon #Also this js a more specific gripe to My Field or w/e #But the degree to which people react to the problems caused by the whole “Control of Nature” era of engineering #with this equally reductive “Nature will Fix Everything” type of attitude #Is sooooo frustrating. #Yes a great many of our current problems could have been avoided if we had not made massive changes to ecosystem processes on the assumptio #That they were simple and we understood them. And that they would respond in predictable ways. #the simplicity in retrospect of “wow we Should Not have done that” does not mean that they are simple to undo! #You can't go back in time. You can't turn back the clock on chaotic processes #Which is. Almost every process ever. #Restoration is hard! Returning to previous regimes of sediment or flooding or fire is tricky and full of foibles! #Moving towards a future which doesn't suck as much even if the past cant be recreated is also uncertain and difficult! #It's frustrating to see people act all high and mighty about how they Respect Nature unlike whoever is making all these decisions #When their understanding of the natural processes in question is AS simplistic as the people who caused the whole mess back in 1910 or w/e #Like I'm not saying there's not bad interests standing in the way of functional restoration on all levels #That's very much a fight to be fought. #But looking at that fight-in-process and saying “wow none of you Respect Nature like me uwu let nature fix it” #Is. #Ugh.

[aeide-thea]

i love and cherish my armpit hair (which i realize is like. Smacks of Hella Basic White Feminism, except, you know, possibly a little more complicated when it's for very extremely trans reasons), but the fact that it's so blond and wispy as to be almost invisible in photos is a serious disappointment to me every time

#if i could wave a wand and get fuzzier armpits i for sure would #non-vellus thigh/stomach hair ditto #chest hair is scarier but also pretty interesting #lotta uncertain confused feelings abt like. what changes i would and wouldn't want exactly #and of course the reality is that you can't really pick and choose #but like. being a fuzzier creature... wistful face #love my fuzzy calves a LOT. like. visually good‚ tactilely extremely good. comforting and satisfying to run my hands along. #like. idk. there's the piece of Gender that's abt perception and there's also the piece that's like. the body you wanna inhabit #i sort of feel like. i wanna be a boy in a girlbody and i wanna be a girl in a boybody #and like. you can't really do both those things simultaneously #(i mean like. you can if yr defining yr terms differently‚ which wld be valid) #(and i don't really totally endorse the way i'm using language here but like. ykwim) #anyway boy-in-girlbody mode is obvs easier to access given the givens‚ but #that mode has girl-in-boybody-mode body hair envy #anyway all of this is like. such rarefied world-of-pure-imagination stuff and it's like. is anyone even willing to meet me there tbh #maybe. outside chance of it. but am *i* willing to meet *them* there and to *ask* to be met there. ouf idk. scary scary scary vulnerable #and then of course i feel like feeling scared and shy is Intrinsically Feminine of me which is SO extremely bullshit #for so many reasons incl that every man i know and love is scared and shy sometimes if not often #(also incl. that plenty of women are confident and/or outgoing! which i feel like is more self-evident as an assertion but. #never hurts to both-sides yr objections to binarist stereotypes so yr not just centering men) #but it just feels like. do you remember those bodycon dresses years ago that had like. a smaller curvier silhouette on them #so there'd be like. the wearer's actual body & then the smaller curvier imagined body carved out of theirs by the colorblocking of the dress #and i feel like. there's whatever the essential 'me' is or was and then like. the more-feminine shape they got traumatically carved into #and now it's just like. any moves i might wanna make‚ i gotta make with the carved-up psyche that's the only psyche i've got #and it just immediately intrinsically undermines anything i might try #anyway. idk. these tags have gone a LOT of different places lol i just. mrrrh. #maybe the actual thing to do is worry less abt gender possibilities and more abt getting physically stronger. cultivate meatiness #good for all genders #anyway uh. apologies for the 4 AM spiral lol #embodiment (is violence)

[running-in-the-dark]

...

#I can't sleep 🙃 #I'm very nervous about tomorrow annnd I forgot to take my medication that makes it so I can sleep 🤦 #I just took it now because I think I won't sleep at all otherwise #I have to get up in 4 hours and it's going to be such a stressful day 😭 #plus I'm getting really anxious about the whole situation with the move and dealing with our old and new landlords and everything 😭 #everything feels very uncertain and chaotic and I'm not dealing with it well 😢 #but. we'll get our cats next weekend. I'm trying not to think that something will go wrong to prevent that from happening... #but if it does happen that's going to be really good. hopefully. unless it's bad and they suddenly hate us. oh my god I hope the meds will #start working soon this is torture lol #anyway this was probably a horrible decision and we'll regret all of it and it'll be so bad #😭😭😭 #(I'm once again wishing I had a nice supportive mother who would make me feel better about something like this instead of worse. I was #honestly kind of okay with it all until she kept bringing up negative things and now I feel like this is the worst decision anyone has #ever made and it'll be a disaster and 😭😭😭) #personal

[abandonedandforgottentimes]

Many of the younger ccs speaking up about Wilbur's manipulation is INCREDIBLY concerning, and I don't think they'll be the last. I think it's also a big indication that it happened to Tommy too, and that he'll take a while to respond. People demanding an immediate response need to remember that he was likely a victim of it too, he just may not have been aware of it.

I mean, Wilbur's ADMITTED he relied on Tommy for his mental health when he was still a minor. That is NOT something adults should ever do and it has always been odd to me. It also makes it very hard for the minor involved to leave the friendship, since they see themselves as responsible for the older person. I don't think I need to really go into how unhealthy that sort of thing is, it isn't an uncommon occurrence and lot of people will have a better explanation than me. But it is something to keep in mind, that Tommy may feel responsible or have been groomed to excuse the behavior.

The library stream is another example of the manipulation, and I'm surprised no one is talking about it. Tommy literally talked about how uncomfortable he was at Wilbur's house. It was cold, he had no blanket, he didn't want to keep staying there, he would rather be out in public at night in a strange place. Then Wilbur just shows up out of nowhere and tells Tommy he's misremembering/being dramatic and pretty much shuts him up, gets him to stop talking shit about him. Everyone's exasperation with Tommy in the situation (being a minor alone and uncomfortable and uncertain of what to do, far from home with nowhere to go), helped Wilbur pull Tommy back in and convince him to go back to his house, especially since it was passed off as Wilbur being caring.

It was obvious to me during the stream that Tommy was telling the truth and Wilbur was the one lying, but I figured he was just being defensive because he didn't want all that online. Now we know that he had a LOT more to hide about his living situation that he didn't want being spilled, and manipulators/abusers don't tend to like it when someone goes and starts talking about the truth. They want to downplay it as much as possible, and Wilbur showing up in person to shut Tommy up and make fun of him for not wanting to stay with him, make it more lighthearted, is incredibly telling and I'm surprised I haven't seen anyone point that out.

There are so many other things I found odd throughout the years that finally have a proper explanation to them, but that's just a few examples. I'm not going to get too much further into it. Wilbur isn't who we should be focusing on, I just needed to get that out to move on from it.

I do think pointing out that Tommy has openly been manipulated is important because it may cause him to take a while to respond openly to all this while he processes. If Wilbur treated so many of his ex-friends badly it's safe to assume he did it to all of them, and we need to give everyone involved time to stop and think about the situation. A lot of people want Tommy to respond immediately, but he will need time to do that and it's only fair we give him the space to do that properly.

I also think it is so, so incredible that Shelby has given so many people the space and bravery to come forward. I believe there will be more people speaking up soon, they just need time. Support her and other victims!

#saw people on x posting 'fuck Tommy Phil Tubbo Niki etc for not speaking out' within fifteen minutes of the bitchass 'apology' #and then tubbo spoke out like an hour later?? like give them time #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #tw: wilbur soot

[ao3commentoftheday]

things you can say instead of "I'm bad at writing" or "my writing sucks"

What's wrong with saying those things? First of all, you're insulting yourself and you don't deserve that ❤️ Second of all, those statements aren't going to get you any kind of reassurance in response. The only thing anyone can really say is "no, you're/it's not" - and that will almost certainly just sound patronizing to you when you're in a funk.

Focus in on your actual feelings and thoughts instead of dumping it all under the umbrella of "bad." Even if you're only talking to yourself, you'll get a better understanding of what's actually happening and a more realistic impression of yourself and your work.

I'm not satisfied with how this story turned out.

I feel like the ending is kind of weak on this one.

I'm feeling really uncertain about my characterization in this story

Is this plot too simple? I'm worried no one will bother reading it.

Is this plot too complex? I'm worried it's meandering and that my readers will get lost or bored.

Reading my own story doesn't give me the same sense of awe that I feel when I read [another author]'s story.

I don't think I achieved what I was aiming for with this story.

I'm worried no one will like this story, so I want to tear it down preemptively before anyone else can do so.

I'm worried I'm going to disappoint the people who liked [another story I wrote]

This story is really difficult to write. It's so much harder than I thought it would be / than my last story was!

I don't seem to write stories in the same way or with the same speed or length as other writers.

I feel like no one pays attention to my writing.

Feel free to add more examples in the notes. And please remember that you don't suck at writing and your writing isn't bad. You're just being your own harshest critic. ❤️

#I got out of bed for this one #because I'm so much faster typing on my laptop #than I am on my phone #and this post wouldn't shut up and let me sleep lol

[birbbones]

So I'm not the one to ask for help so I've been very hesitant on sharing, but got some news last week that I will be homeless by June (and no, this is not an awful april fools joke, I am panicking here).

Some of you in the vulture culture community know last week and a bit ago I had an accident resulting in losing consciousness, breaking my neck, and experiencing a seizure for the first time. I've been having ongoing brain issues (we removed a lot of cerebral fluid in December that was causing increased pressure and testing the fluid to rule out infection, diagnosed with IIH), and last month I've been having heart issues.

Referrals have been made to a cardiology specialist, as well as the first fit clinic. But it's looking like I will probably have to go private to get listened to / get the care I need ASAP. Couple with the fact I will be homeless by June, it's a really terrifying situation. I have contacted local councils, independent living schemes, shelter, private landlords etc and feel like I've been let down. I'm awaiting a doctors appointment with a NHS advisor on the 10th, where I'll be showing them my list of resources I've used, and to see if they are able to help find anything.

I reluctantly made a justgiving page, on the advice of my friends, and while I hate asking for help, I am honestly quite scared and uncertain about my future.

If anyone can share the link, reblog this post, or even donate some change. It would mean a lot.

Thank you for your time, I'm sorry for posting this here but I don't know what else to do. I will be continuing to work on the skull index, as its such big passion project of mine along with the help of my team. Its a great distraction.

#vulture culture #justgiving #birb rambles #signal boost #please boost

[focalove]

Bathing with him

Cw! : gn!reader....... with some mentions of maybe f!/m!reader, mentions of d*ck, nothing too explicit. written before sunday & aven release!

Aventurine

✦ 01 bb come home the kids miss u :(

✦ 02 Though, by all means, Aventurine never or rarely reveal his ✦ bare naked self infront of anyone. So congratulations for achieving this level of intimacy with him

✦ 03 At first he'd be so cocky and teaseful when you asked him if you wanted to bath with him

✦ 04 "Oh? princess/prince-y here wants to bathe with me? well what's the occasion, or are you just that touch starved?" he snickered with a smirk of a devil in his face

✦ 05 I also think he'd also ask you to undress you to like "sweetie… I don't think I can take off my shirt… can you help me?" and he would be dangling his chest window area

✦ 06 and his pants too maybe, to show you his d---

✦ 07 anywayz, when both of you finally get in the bathtub, he'd be so shy

✦ 08 pls lead him!! princess needs his directions on how to do it correctly :<

Aventurine had a big bathroom. Big bathtub, a lot of space, fully furnished bathroom, a complete set of bath commodities. For you, it was like a dream bathroom. And there you are, sitting on the brims of the bathtub. The water tempeture was warm and the fragrance of the soap that had been mixed with the water was devine.

The door opened, revealing Aventurine in a towel around his waist. You can hear the footsteps behind you. An indication he's coming. "The water is set, you can get it in you'd like" you played with the water just a bit.

Aventurine put a hand onto your shoulder and gave you a kiss on the cheek "Mhm sure, arent you getting in honey?"

"I am, i am.. what, you need help with your towel?"

"Is that an offer, sweetheart?"

"…forget I said anything then" he snorted and smirked hearing your retort

As soon as both of you had done removing eachother's towels, both of you get in the bath tub.

Aventurine, gets in slowly, almost like as if he was scared to break the water itself. Adorable, really. To see a man who acts so smug and so sure of himself, express nervousness when he's just taking a bath with his one and only lover. You noticed his nervous behavior and you cant help but let out a light chuckle, "Scared much, Avey?".

In which he reply "Nonsense, lovely." however to contrast his words, he stammered on his words he spoke. It's not that noticeable, so he hopes you don't notice it.

yet ofcouse you would notice it and scooch over to him closer and give him a little kiss on his shoulder and snake an arm on the back of his waist. Just a way to tease him, just a bit.

He flinched slightly by your touch and scoffed "Devil much huh? oh sorry, I meant hell spawn." you laugh, "Not my fault that handsome here is so stiff. Come on, I'll wash your hair and you wash mine"

He let you do as you please with him. It felt oddly nice to have someone taking care of him for once in a lifetime. You do it so gently with him too, now how could he not feel at least slightly emotional when only such a few people have given him comfort and almost all of them have died? And now here you are, taking care of him like he's a stray cat.

He just can't help it but say

".... I'm glad I met you, I love you, sweetheart."

Jing Yuan

✦ 01 Big cat. Very big cat.

✦ 02 Big cat flop onto the bath tub

✦ 03 Big cat will ask u to wash his hair (uncertain he would do the same tho)

✦ 04 Will sleep if u take too long to shampoo his hair.

✦ 05 Cold water can do the trick to wake him up

✦ 06 Would probably pull you in a huge hug too.

When Jing Yuan got on the bathtub, it was almost as if he hogged all the space that were available. "Hey, how come I don't get a room?" You complained. Which he replies with a lazy smirk "you can just sit on my lap?"

An awkward pause fills up the room, and the longer the pause, the more contagious the little pink blush is on your cheeks which he just cannot help himself to laugh. "Well? Would you like to, dove?" In which you just let out a whine.

Eventually, you cave in and give into his whims. It's not like there's any other way to get in the bath tub without any of his body parts being touched by you. Now here you are, sitting on top of his lap, looking like a confused cat, don't know where to leap next.

It was a sight for sore eyes. You looked cute, now he can't help but let out a playful chuckle and bring you forward to him. "Why so stiff? Is it your first time seeing me stripped? I don't think so…" Worst part, he gave you his signature little lazy smile, looking like he has no wrongdoings.

"That's… Irrelevant, just let me do your hair, baobei." Hence, he let his head down and let you untie his ponytail, and do the rest

While you were washing his hair, his eyelids suddenly felt heavy. He couldn't help it, it felt so good to have your delicate yet skillful fingers all over his scalp. It just so happens that you were doing too great of your job.

"Baobei, it's done~!" You twisted his hair and stuck it into the top of his head. "Baobei?" You called him out again. No response.

Out of suspicion, you raise his head to show his sleeping face. Ah, in all of the places in the universe.. he just had to sleep at this moment, you thought. Abruptly, you had a really… Devious plan to wake him up.

Jing Yuan really just needed to rinse the shampoo away and he'd be done. But instead of using the warm water, just use the icy cold water to wake him up. And perhaps instead of using the shower, why not just pour a bucket full of it? That's exactly what you did.

Sure, it's quite literally deceitful, but at least it gets the job done. It's hard to wake up this big general, so a bucket of cold water could do.

You took a small bucket lying around the bathroom and filled it up with cold water. Little did you know, Jing Yuan was already awake when you were done with his hair.

You swear you didn't feel the water vibrations changing, but somehow, he's already in your shoulder while you were still not done filling the bucket.

"Mmnh… What are you doing my Qīn qīn? Not trying to splash me with the cold water aren't you?"

Drat. How did he even—

"No-no… O-ofcourse not.."

"Then what is it for, hm?"

"I…" You decided to give up from the act. Goddamnit, you were so close!

"you know what? yes, I was, now.. have a taste—!" You splashed the water into his face. Yet, no response. Not even a reaction, single flinch, nothing… Literally unfazed.

"Mhm, it takes more than that to even make me flinch, baobei dear."

Sunday

✦ 01 Asking to bath with Sunday isn't really that hard... But he would reassure you if you want to do it, it's a very intimate action to bathe with one another.

✦ 02 But bathing with Sunday is like bathing with an angel in a cloud

✦ 03 He'd be so soft, delicate. As if scared to even hurt you, make a wrong move.

✦ 04 Though, as delicate as he can be, he expects you to do the same.

✦ 05 He would let you wash his wings, but be gentle with them!

✦ 06 Once again, his touch is so gentle. Like imagine him washing your face with his thumbs just circling your cheeks

"Dear, turn your head downwards for me please?" He asked. Your boyfriend, Sunday, couldn't have been more gentler. He's washing your hair and your whole body with firm yet gentle strokes. You did as he asked and turned your head downwards. "Good girl/boy..." and thus felt the warm water wash away all the foam that covered your entire frame.

"Mm... Shouldn't I be the one praising you, angel?" He let out a silent chuckle "And who's being the obedient one here, hm?" It was a somewhat convenient playful banter between the two of you. Convincing the other that they're better.

Once you're done, Sunday gave one last splash of water to your hair and scrub off any remaining shampoo or soap that still be sticking around. "There, all done." He gave a wet kiss on the forehead. Which you unintentionally let out a giggle. "Hey this isn't fair, can't I bathe you too?" You note, it was true, all this time who's getting the royalty treatment is just you. "Do you want to? If so you could do that.."

An unanticipated idea came up from your oh so brilliant head "How about I wash your wings?"

"..." He hesitated just a bit. If truth be told, he was quite... Anxious to lend you his wings. Just what if you accidentally pulled one of the feathers? "How about my.. body, dear? My hair?" He recommended

"I mean— sure.. but can I wash your wings? Pleasee?" You insisted and pleaded. You even crawled your way to his chest, he felt compelled to kiss that face of yours and hug you tight. Just how can he reject you? "Fine, fine... But be extremely gentle." He sighed.

You started on with his right wing. Once you've held it, the wing flinches by accident. You poured the soap into your hand and started caressing the tip of his wing, cleaning all the dirt or dust that was there. "Does this hurt, sunday?" Through which he denies "no, absolutely not, darling. You're doing great" and purred as you do his wings

As you did the other wing, he kept purring like a pigeon being petted. Perhaps it was to imply that he was very enjoying this.

"Enjoying this much, love?"

"Very" he cood "oh, and thank you, I love you darling.." you giggled in response as you rinse both of his wings "I love you too."

✧ XTRA : i fking gentlemenfied sunday dawg :sob: also this was vv rushed, thats why it keeps getting shorter from aven to sunday (Aven is 430 words n sunday is 400 words) but oddly enough jy is 560 words💀 cringed so bad in jy's part tho like i speedrun that shit & gonna write guitarist bf kazuha after this

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[anonimusunnoaniswriting]

𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐒𝐎 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞.

Characters: Gojo, Toji, Sukuna, Geto, Nanami

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1505

Warnings: Reader is extremely sub coded with Sukuna, but otherwise no warnings really.

NOTE: Although there isn't any smut in this my blog is still very much an adult blog. Anyone under 18 please refrain from interacting with my posts.

𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

Gojo sleeps like a comfortable cat. He sprawls out over the bed taking up as much space as he can, while also being as close to you as possible. Of course, he can tell when you make even the slightest movement. 

He doesn't like waking up though. He'll crack open an eye to look at you and survey what the problem is. 

Sometimes it's just you going to pee, in which case he cuddles you when you're back. Sometimes you get up and have a bit of water from your bedside table for this he doesn't bother moving at all. 

This time however he realises something is wrong. You're sitting up in bed breathing heavily. He immediately gets up. “What's wrong pookie bear?” he asks. When you don't roll your eyes at the cringey nickname he uses he understands it's probably bad. 

He holds you in his arms and you whisper, as if afraid that any loud noise will shatter the safe space around you. “I dreamed of you… You were dancing around the edge of a volcano and you fell in.” You shudder. Gojo cracks a smile.  

“Is that all then? I’d be fine!” He reassures you, patting your back. “It's just a little volcano!” 

Tears start falling from your face, “TORU! We didn't even have a body to bury!!” 

Gojo takes your face in his hands and makes you look into his brilliant blue eyes. “Baby, I will NEVER fall into a volcano…” You nuzzle into his shoulder and his hand rubs your back, a gesture that calms you down. “And even if I did – I wouldn't die. I'm the strongest, remember?” He grins all cocky. 

You roll your eyes but concede. He's right… He is the strongest. It would take more than falling into a volcano to kill him.

𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢

Fushiguro Toji isn't always the kindest, but he really can't bear seeing you suffer. Usually after putting you to sleep, he likes to stay up and have another drink or make himself a snack while he watches some races on the TV or an action movie of some kind. 

Later at night, he might crawl into bed with you, picking you up and laying you on top of him like a human blanket. And some nights he falls asleep on the couch, TV still on, the plate and glass on the floor. 

One night he puts you to bed and is watching an action movie. Beer in one hand tilting dangerously as he gets drowsy. 

“What a boring fucking film.” He scolds the screen, deciding to turn it off and head to the welcoming softness of your bed. 

He enters the room to find you sitting up, knees to your chest softly sobbing. He tiptoes to you quietly, careful to not startle you. 

“Ummm… are you okay?” 

You move your head some way but it's indecipherable to Toji. He pats your back awkwardly. He asks again, hesitantly, “Did I do something honey?” trying to wrack his brain for anything he might have done to upset you. He had broken a mug a few days ago but didn't think it would be a big deal. He'd already shown you and told you he would get you a new one and you had assured him it wasn't a problem. So what was it? 

Suddenly he felt your arms wrap around his waist. “Toji…” 

He holds you closer. “What's up, buttercup?” 

“Would you leave me without telling me?” 

He furrows his brows. “What are you talking about doll?”

“I had a nightmare that you left. Just packed up and went away and I had no idea where you were, or what happened!” Your tears start falling with renewed vigour. 

Toji lifts you like a cat and sits down on the bed, placing you in his lap. Your tear-streaked face looking at him expects an answer but he isn't sure he can give you one. He knew his work could be uncertain; which was also why he had hesitated getting into a relationship with you in the first place. It was why he’d always been more of a ‘wham bam thank you, ma’am’ kinda guy so now, faced with a question like this he can’t think of anything to do but just hold you squishing your head under his chin. “I’m here aren’t I?” 

𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐑𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧

Sukuna Ryomen is a nightmare.

However, on rare occasions, he can be… comforting – in his signature Sukuna way of course. 

He doesn't bother with human functions like sleeping, but you need to so he likes to make you sleep on him. If he’s sitting up and reading then he likes having your head on his lap. If he’s eating, you’re resting on his shoulder. If he’s not feeling too touchy but still wants you to be near him somehow, he will make you sleep by his feet. You're his little human after all. 

But Sukuna likes to take special care of his toys; so when one day you jolt awake at his feet, he lifts you onto his lap. Sitting you down so he can see your face clearly, he asks you what happened, not forgetting to call you a brat of course. 

“It was a nightmare,” you say quietly not wanting to reveal much. 

Of course, this wouldn’t be a satisfactory answer to the King of Curses. “Explain yourself woman!” he squeezes your cheeks between his fingers and thumb. 

“You! You were torturing me.” you cry out feeling his nails against your skin. 

He takes the opportunity to kiss your lips with your face still dwarfed in his massive hand. “There there, my little princess.” And licks a tear rolling down your cheek. “You know I’m not going to mistreat my playthings.” 

He continues saying, “Besides, if I wanted you dead, you would be. I wouldn’t waste my time torturing you.” And that would be the end of that conversation, but you would notice that in his own way, he would be a tiny bit gentler with you from then on… 

𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮

Geto Suguru is a man not unfamiliar with nightmares. So when you have one he knows what to do. What he wishes he had when he experiences the same…

He'll clasp you in a tight embrace, squeezing you close to his chest. 

He knows how terrifying it can be and how realistic nightmares feel even if in retrospect they are absolutely ridiculous. 

Geto wakes up hearing a thud and you crying out, “No!”

“What's wrong babe?” he asks, still half asleep voice drawling. He pushes himself up on his arms to take a look at you. 

You're clutching your head with a pained expression, tears filling your eyes. “I had a bad dream.” 

He takes your hand and pulls you towards him, letting you push your nose into his chest. “Did you hit your head on the bedside table too?” He asks slightly amused but still gentle. 

“I was trying to save you, you ungrateful man!” you admonish. 

“Save me?” Geto chuckles, “What from?” You murmur something that he can't make out. 

“Mmm, what was that?” He asks again teasingly. 

“Gojiraaa!” you say, clearer this time the embarrassment evident in your burning cheeks. 

Geto laughs. “Baby… You know I can fight him, right? Easily.” He pauses and then, “Or I could just throw you at him and run. You don't have to worry he won’t get me.” 

You stare at him annoyed, “You know what? He can eat you, I don't care.” 

𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨

Nanami Kento is a cuddler. So he knows immediately when you've had a bad dream. He's up before you, hearing you whimper and feeling your body tremble against him. He'll wake you up, hold you close. Bring you some water to drink and stroke your hair. 

He likes to speak to you gently to wake you up, slowly drawing you out of whatever nightmare was eating at you. His deep voice is soothing to hear even in your subconscious. 

You blink your eyes open. There's this dull feeling of terror that's fading away as your surroundings come into focus. 

“My love? I'm here. Wake up for me.” That's your partner's voice. Your Nanaminmin. You feel the warmth of his embrace and snuggle into his broad chest. It's safe. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” 

“Shibuya again…” 

Nanami rubs circles into your back wishing desperately that the trauma of the past would stay there. But even if that wasn't to be, at least he could hold you. Love you. He lowers his head to place a chaste kiss on the top of your hair. “It's over my love. I'm here. I'm alive. They couldn't take me from you…” 

He keeps murmuring to you as you hold onto him clutching at his arms. The feeling of terror; not so alien but thankfully fading. He was home. With you. You still had him. Right beside you. He was there. He slowly rocked you back to sleep closer than ever and this time when you slept there were no more nightmares…

A/N: Thank you for reading! I'm open to feedback and do let me know if you find any grammatical errors that i might have over looked.

Also i reject canon. Nanami is alive. Shibuya happened but he was saved. i know i was there. i dragged his half dead body to safety ok bye.

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[ilovenatasharomanoff2-0]

Can you do a smut where R is teasing Natasha, like sending her sexy pics and whimper while Natasha is on a mission and when she got home she F r senselessly?

Double take

Warnings: Spanking, oral (r receiving), Strap on sex (r receiving), Dirty talk, Sending nudes, masturbating, marking, and I think that's it

Parings: Natasha Romanoff x fem reader

Word count: 3k

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The desolate and poorly illuminated room persisted in its frigid state. The absence of your beloved girlfriend was palpable, leaving you in solitude once more.

As you shifted onto your side, a sudden gasp escaped your lips, echoing in the empty room. The sheets beside you were void of Natasha's presence, serving as a harsh reminder of her absence for the next five days. Though it may seem like a short duration to some, the void left by her departure was palpable, as your reliance on her was immense.

As you lay in bed, restlessly shifting from side to side, the once perfectly tucked-in sheets have now become a mess, crumpled and scattered all over. The temperature in the room seemed to rise as your mind was fixated on the thoughts of Natasha.

As you reminisce about the past, you can't help but recall the sweet words she whispered in your ear. Her assurances that you were the epitome of perfection and that she could never imagine being with anyone else send a small but genuine smile to your lips.

You longed for her presence, yearning to feel her warmth beside you once more.

As you reach out to the nightstand to grab your phone, the dimly lit room offers a sense of comfort. Your fingers feel the cool surface of your phone as your eyes struggle to adjust to the sudden flash of your lock screen. You notice a few notifications, mostly from Wanda and Carol. However, the one message you were hoping for, from Natasha, is nowhere to be seen.

As you glance at your phone, you realize that it's already 4:36 in the morning. You put it back on the nightstand and attempt to fall back asleep. However, you find yourself tossing and turning and unable to drift into slumber. With nothing else to do, you unlock your phone and peruse through your contacts. You stop at Natasha's name, contemplating whether or not to message her. You hesitate, whispering to yourself, "Should I really text her?" while gazing at her contact, unsure if you should initiate a conversation.

Your mind is filled with uncertain thoughts. However, you crave her presence so deeply, yearning for the warmth of her embrace, the comfort of her cuddles, the kisses she would give you, and the touch of her fingers...

A sudden idea strikes your mind, causing you to sit up on the bed. A small but meaningful smirk adorns your face as you ponder over the thought. You proceed to pull your shirt over your head, lost in deep contemplation. Leaving you in only a bra and panties.

Still looking over her contact, you press the screen gently. Allowing you to see the previous texts from a few days ago. Pressing the camera icon, you angle the phone so it can capture your body. Your chin was left in the fame. The camera mostly focuses on your white lace bra and white lace thong. The camera captured you sitting on your knees. One of your hands rested on your thigh while the other hand pressed the button to get the photo. After carefully examining the photo, you come to the conclusion that it could make Natasha think of you in a way that she would need you. You decide to add a heartfelt caption that reads, "Miss you so much baby <3" trying to throw her mind off guard from the photo on top of the message and confidently press the send button.

It's impressive how quickly Natasha responded to the message in just five minutes. Right now, all you can see is the three dots, which means she's working on her reply. You feel a little nervous, of course, you've shared photos like this before. Just, not while Natasha was on a mission. You honestly didn't know how she was going to react to it.

'"I'm warning you, Y/n, don't start," Natasha quickly replies to you.

Not listening to Natasha, you quickly remove your bra and take another photo to send to her. What could be se bad about it? She would probably forget what you did as soon as she came back from her mission.

You sat in the same position as in the last photo, this time you brought your hand up to one of your boobs. Groping it slightly for the photo. Looking over the photo once more, making sure that it looked good. Clicked the send button and waited for Natasha to respond again.

"Jesus, y/n. It's 5 in the morning," Natasha replied promptly to your message.

"Is there something wrong with the photo?" you texted Natasha, trying to be oblivious to the fact you were sending her pictures of you halfway naked.

"Y/n, you know that's not what I meant. I'm in a hotel room with Maria and Thor. Getting me worked up right now isn't going to make things easy for you when I get back home my sweet girl."

"Alright, I'm sorry Nat. I won't send anything else..." You texted her that response, knowing that you were still going to send her something else. I mean, you just miss her so much. Who could blame you?

Clicking the camera button once more you decide to make this one a video.

Once the red button gets smaller you start your movements. The hand that's not holding the phone travels down your body. stopping when it gets to your panties. Slowly pulling them down to your mid-thigh. Letting out a low moan when the cold air hit your cunt. Stopping for a few seconds, you turn your body over to the nightstand to turn on the lamp that stood above the piece of furniture.

Once the room was illuminated by the light, you got back to the actions. Laying down on your back and angling the camera so it could capture your pussy, leaking with your juices.

Your hand slowly circles your clit, and another moan erupts from your mouth, pretending the hand was Natasha's. "Need you so bad Nat." You moan out into the air, your hips bucking up slightly from your movements on your clit.

Your hand suddenly stops its movements. The feeling of more pleasure coursing through your body. Your middle finger runs its way down your wet folds, teasing your hole, you thrust the tip of your finger in and out of your pussy. Hisses and sighs leave your mouth. The smallest amount of pleasure felt so good in your desperate state.

You finally pushed your whole finger into your cunt. Moaning at the way it filled you up. Yet, it still wasn't enough for you. Even with the thought of Natasha fucking you roughly with her fingers. You still needed more.

Moan after moan leaves your mouth, and another finger enters your pussy, trying hard to get yourself off. Natasha had you hooked. Ever since she fucked you for the first time you haven't been able to get off on your own, always needing her help.

The two fingers move at a faster pace, trying everything that they could to make you reach the high that you needed. Your legs start to shake. An indication that you might get that release that you've been waiting on. "Fuck, Nat." You moan out. Your eyes shut tightly as the hand that once circled your clit moved up to your boob, circling your nipple.

It only took a few more minutes before your high. Your legs close around your hand and lower arm. A loud moan leaves your mouth, you almost forget about the camera that was recording you.

Once the video had come to an end, you quickly sent it over to Natasha before placing your phone down on the nearby nightstand. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you tried to catch your breath, the pleasure still coursing through your veins. Even though you knew that this was a risky decision to send the video, you couldn't help but feel elated by the attention that you had received from Natasha. Of course, you were aware that you probably be punished by Natasha. but the thrill of it all made it seem worth it. Now, all you can do is wait and see how Natasha reacts to the video.

You turned off the lamp that your phone lay under and tried to get some sleep.

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Today was the day that Natasha was supposed to come home. The past five days have been nothing but torture for you. Natasha had left your last video on read, leaving multiple worries through your mind.

As you settled onto the expansive couch, the warmth of the cushions enveloped you and you felt your body relax from the stress flowing through your mind. Your favorite movie played on the screen before you, the familiar scenes bringing a slight sense of comfort. You shifted a little, glancing towards the door as you anticipated Natasha's arrival.

As you sat on the couch, lost in your thoughts, the silence was suddenly broken by the sound of keys jingling outside the front door. Your heart skipped a beat as you realized that it was Natasha, who was finally back from her mission. You watched with bated breath as the door swung open, revealing Natasha standing in the doorway with a smirk on her face.

"You have anything you want to say to me y/n" Natasha asks you while she sets her keys down on an accent table you two had bought. She waited for your response while slipping off her shoes.

"'M sorry N-."

"No, I don't care. I want you on the bed Naked right now." Natasha interrupts your pleading and swiftly makes her way to the kitchen to grab a beer from the fridge.

Upon hearing her request, you carefully make your way upstairs, taking fast steps to ensure that you do not exacerbate the situation. Once you arrive in the bedroom, you reach for the lamp and switch it on, casting a warm glow throughout the room. You hurry to take off all your clothes and lay down on the bed. Waiting for Natasha to come into the room.

A few minutes later, Natasha enters the bedroom to see your sprawled out on the bed. Even though she only said a few words it made such an impact with how you reacted and Natasha loved it.

"So obedient, why couldn't you listen to me just like this when I texted you to stop baby?"

A tiny whine left your mouth after hearing her speak to you. "Don't know." You spoke out to her which she laughed at slightly and made her way over to you, looking down at your frame with hazy eyes.

"Such a fucking slut. Sending me videos of you fingering yourself even though I said not to? How needy could you be?" Natasha spoke to you before sitting down on the bed and manhandling you to a position where you lay down on her legs.

"'M sorry Natasha, didn't mean to."

"I know, you said that Detka." She spat out to you before one of her hands made contact with your ass. A red handprint showing on the skin she slapped. A gasp left your mouth with the sudden impact. "How many do you think you deserve?" "5-?"

"Only 5? You think you only deserve 5?"

"Yes..." You whisper, out to her. You were surprised she was able to hear what came out of your mouth. A slight redness coming over your face.

"How about 10, that seems so much better. Huh?"

You didn't respond back to her, only nodding your head and placing it down on the sheets. Even if you tried to go against it, you wouldn't be able to. She had full control over you.

Natasha rubbed the skin for a few seconds before slapping your ass hard once more. A moan left your mouth as your hand grasped the sheets beneath you tightly.

Natasha's free hand was rubbing up and down your back as her other hand made multiple collisions on your now red skin.

Once Natasha was done with the assault on your backside she sat you up on her lap examining your tear-stained face. A small smile appeared on her face knowing she made you this way. She could feel the wetness pooling on her thigh, her finger trailing down to your clit, giving it a small rub. Your hips jolt at the movement and a low moan leaves your mouth. "So wet already? Did me spanking you turn you on that much?" She asked you this knowing that you wouldn't be responding back to her.

Natasha laid you down on your back as she got on her knees and removed her shirt. Your eyes stare at her frame after she takes off the piece of clothing. Her abs were on display, her plaid boxers showing a bit. She had a spider tattoo right where her v-line started. You were in a trance, not being able to look up. That was until Natasha got down on her stomach and started to kiss the inside of your thighs.

She made her way to your cunt, licking a stripe of arousal. "Taste so good baby." she said to you before going back and licking your cunt messily, her sweet praises almost made you think she wasn't mad at you anymore.

Moans drag out of your mouth one by one. A hand coming down and gripping her red hair, shoving her closer to your cunt. Your hips bucking up to her face and she immediately places her strong hand over one of your hips to keep you down. You hate to admit it but you were so close to coming in such a short time. "s-so close Nat, please" you beg out to her. Your head thrown back on the bed as Natasha switched from sucking your clit to sloppily licking your folds and fucking you with her tounge.

She quickly pulled away from your pussy after she heard you were about to cum. Her mouth and lower chin were dripping from your juices. You let a loud whine and started up at Natasha with glossy eyes, hoping it would convince her to let you cum.

"Not gonna work y/n. Should've thought about what would happen before sending me that video." She said before taking off her sweatpants. She walks away to your closet, leaving you a bit confused on why she was going in there.

Your legs close over each other, trying to get some type of pleasure while waiting on Natasha.

Natasha comes back out in the same outfit. Plaid boxers and a sports bra, yet, you noticed something different. She was packing under her boxers.

She walks back over to you and gets on top of you. Her head lowering and slowly kissing your neck, leaving marks all over that will definitely bruise up.

"N-Nat" You moan out to her.

"Shh, just let me use this pretty body baby, okay?" She tells you before sliding her boxers down. The strap popping up and hitting her stomach.

"Please need you so bad Nat." You whimper out to her, waiting for her to do something.

She quickly lines the tip of her strap up against your hole, rubbing it up and down before pushing it in. A strangled moan left your mouth as she bottomed out inside of you. "My cock feel good inside of your pretty pussy?" She asked, to which you nodded. Wrapping your legs against her waist

Natasha thrusted into you at a fast pace, her hands grasping your hips while she fucks into you. "Mm-fuck Natasha feels so good." "Like the way I fuck you? 'Wonder if your friends know that you can be such a slut for my cock." Groans left her mouth as she says your tits jumped up and down the more, she thrusted into you.

Her strap hits your g-spot with every thrust. Her eyes close as she feels the toy press on her clit, giving her a good amount of pleasure. She took one of her hands and circled your erect clit, giving you more pleasure by the moment.

"Please Natahsa, l-let me cum. Please." You moan out to her, hands grasping at her back, leaving crescent shaped scratches on her back. "F-fuck cum with me." She says to you, placing her head in the crook of your neck. Her thrust start to become inconsistent the closer she gets to her high.

A loud moan leaves your mouth as you finally release on her strap. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your mouth is wide open as you try to ride it out.

With a few more thrusts Natasha cums, a groan leaving her lips as her head is down in the pillow. Her free arm wrapping around you tightly.

"You did so good baby," Natasha tells you before climbing off your body. Her face is now red with some hair sticking to her face.

"Just so you know, I loved the video. You just can't send me that stuff when i'm on a mission, okay?' She tells you before grabbing you a shirt and underwear.

"Yeah, I know, 'just needed you so bad." You say before sitting up to look at her. You see her walking away to the bathroom with a towel, coming back a few minutes later, she helps clean you off.

Once she's done cleaning you off, she helps you into one of her Radiohead shirts. "Thank you, Nat," "You're welcome my love, no go gets some sleep." She tells you while taking off the strap and cleaning it before she slips on another pair of boxers and a sports bra.

As you drift into a peaceful slumber, you feel the comforting embrace of Natasha's arms around your body. One of her arms reaches over to switch off the lamp on the nightstand, creating a soothing ambiance in the room.

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanoff x female #natasha x y/n #natasha romanov #Natsha romanoff x fem reader

[shachiruka]

also speaking of concerts I recently caught wind that Skid Row has a new singer (and he's such a good fit I think from what admittedly little I heard from him. definitely got goosebumps from his version of 18 And Life) and they are also going on tour, coming to a city that is relatively close to me (2hrs by train) AND is also a city one of my friends lives in

but it's on a Wednesday, which means I'd have to ask for two days off at a point where I'll have been at my apprenticeship for only 5 months and I don't really wanna be a person who already begs off (while we'll also have our uhhh vocational school (?) courses in blocks, not knowing when those blocks are yet, so chances are we'll have been carted away to school at that point anyways) 😭

#not even mentioning the relatively uncertain future of autumn/winter and rona stuff #(and the fact that said friend is so busy with uni that we don't really talk anymore anyways and while i am the one #initiating contact pretty much every time i also would feel awkward at this point to just go 'hey how are ya #i know that you're super busy and never have time to even talk let alone do anything together #but would you mind horribly if i crashed at your place and disturbed you early in the morning bc i wanna go to the 1st concert since rona?' #(i mean i did tell her in my last letter about the gig and asked if it'd be of any interest to her but she replied via whatsapp to that #letter and never mentioned that part so idk. it wouldn't be new to her but also idk her stance on it) #ahhhh. anyways what i'm saying is 1. to anyone having a concert to look forward to #i am so happy for you and wish you lots of fun #and 2. if by any chance anyone does like skid row and is also excited for the new singer but didn't know they're going on tour also #(maybe you just don't really check news online like me. wouldn't've gotten the info if i hadn't clicked on their spotify profile for the #1st time in a good while.) well here's your reminder since i wouldn't have wanted to miss it accidentally #anyways i'm off to bed now (well as soon as the 3rd hour of wearing my corset for seasoning is over) so #good night you lovely peeps and i hope y'all sleep well <3 #rukarambles

[girlgenius1111]

i can take care of myself

barca femeni x reader hiding an injury

got a little stuck on the next part of pop back up, so enjoy this and tell me what you want to see in that :)

If you were to find a positive in the situation, it would be that there was too much noise from the crowd for anyone to hear the crack your ribs made as they broke. You'd been trying to block a shot, but your opponent hadn't seemed too worried about taking a high kick, and had slammed her foot, full force, into your abdomen.

You'd crumpled almost immediately, but the ball wasn't cleared well, so you staggered back to your feet, breathing hard. The pain felt like it was splitting you in half, every inhale agony, and you wrapped one arm around your stomach, trying not to double over. You were having a hard time concentrating, but suddenly the ball was back at your feet, and without taking the time to consider that you might be doing more damage, you lept forward, sprinting down the field. Adrenaline had taken over, and the pain in your side dulled briefly.

You were fast, passing several defenders who were caught off guard by the change of possession. There were still a few left, though, and you knew you needed to pass. You found Ona on the overlap, and cut in towards the box. She hit a perfect cross, and you launched yourself into the air, just barely getting your head on it. It was enough, though, and it sailed just passed the opposing goalkeeper, into the back of the net.

When your feet hit the ground again, your ribs erupted in pain, the temporary relief gone.

"Fuck," you groaned, collapsing to your knees. Your teammates were running to your side to celebrate, but were startled at your collapse.

"What is it? What hurts?" Ona questioned, the first to reach you. You reached out, grasping onto her forearm, and taking a throbbing deep breath.

"Ribs, just a bit. I'm fine," you gasped, rising to your feet just in time to catch an uncertain look on Ona's face, before your teammates were tackling you with hugs. You gritted your teeth as every touch to you sent a jolt through your body; you couldn't go off. There was no doubt in your mind that at least one of your ribs was broken, but the team was out of subs. You needed to win this game, and trying to beat another champions league team with only 10 players left for 15 minutes didn't seem so doable.

"Vamos chica!" Aitana shouted in your ear, as she jumped on your back. You bit back a groan, and mustered up a smile as Pina and Patri appeared at your side. Alexia and Irene were there too, but they were both looking at you much more sharply, eyes clocking your every movement.

As you and the girls let go and began to jog back to your positions, your captains stopped you.

"Are you okay? That was a hard hit," Alexia said, looking down at you.

"You look like something hurts," Irene continued.

You knew that if you told the truth, they'd make you go off. If you lied, and they found out, they'd be furious. You're only choice was to lie, and make sure they didn't find out, not even after the game.

"All good!" You said, shooting them both smiles before pushing past them to return to your position. They must have believed you, because they let you go, and you were able to finish the remaining 15 minutes.

It was agonizing, and you were close to tears by the end of the game, but you held it together until the final whistle. Instead of staying on the pitch after the game like you normally did, you were the first in the locker room, showering fast and changing before any of your teammates made it back.

Everyone was celebrating the win, talking and joking loudly, so they didn't notice when you slipped out, heading to your car. All you had to do was get back to your apartment, throw some ice on your ribs, and rest.

In the back of your mind, you knew everyone would find out eventually; there was no way to hide this for the entirety of the healing process. You weren't really thinking clearly though, brain muddled with pain

You took off your shirt when you got inside your apartment, allowing yourself to look at your abdomen closely for the first time. The left side was already bruising, a purple tint to the skin clearly visible. You experimentally pressed a finger to the area, letting out a hiss of pain, and immediately pulling your hand away. Definitely broken.

You got some ice, and laid on the couch, placing it as gently as you could over the contusion. You weren't really sure what to do now. It wasn't feeling any better; if anything, it was getting worse, every inhale, every small twist was uncomfortable.

As the discomfort grew, your resolve to keep this a secret weakened. Really, you just wanted someone to come and take care of you, not that you’d ever admit to that, or ask for it. It was lonely in your apartment, all alone, and the pain wasn't helping. You fought back tears, knowing that crying would only make it hurt worse.

In an attempt to distract yourself, you pulled your phone out of your pants pocket, intending to scroll through tiktok until you could move better. Instead, you unlocked your phone to several missed calls from about half your team. You were fucked.

Ignoring them further would only prompt them to come over, so you bit the bullet, and called Alexia back.

"Pequeña, where did you go?" She questioned upon answering, completely forgoing a greeting. She sounded mad.

"I went home," you replied.

"Why did you leave so fast?"

"I was tired. Long day," you said lamely.

"No, something is going on. What's wrong?" Alexia insisted. Her ability to read you was infuriating.

"Nothing is wrong, Ale, I promise," you told her.

"Then you won't mind if I come over to make sure?" She asked, frustration clear in her tone.

"I really want to go to bed, Capi," you started, but she interrupted.

"I'll be there in 5 minutes," she said, before hanging up the phone. 5 minutes. She must have already been on her way before you'd even called her back.

There wasn't much you could do. Alexia had a key, you knew she wasn't afraid to use it, and you also weren't sure if you could get up off the couch. So, you awaited your captain, knowing that she would figure out that you were hurt the minute she laid eyes on you. All the fight had gone out of you, and you had no energy left to convincingly hide your injury.

When Alexia knocked on the door, you sighed, before calling out to her.

"Use your key," you instructed. You heard her fumble with her keys as she responded.

"Why can't you let me in?" She questioned.

"I can't really get up," you told her. She cursed quietly in response, before the door swung open. She was wearing her Barca sweats, and she looked furious. She walked in, pausing to shut the door and take her shoes off, before making her way to the couch.

Stopping in her tracks, her jaw dropped at the state of your ribs.

"Dios mío, eres estúpido? Why didn't you tell anyone about this?" Alexia questioned, dropping to her knees next to the couch. You looked at her pathetically, shrinking under her hardened gaze.

"I didn't want you guys to have to play 15 minutes with only 10 players, we were out of subs," you argued, shutting your mouth when your words only seemed to aggravate her more.

"This happened then? Before your goal? And you played the rest of the game?" She asked incredulously, reaching out to run her fingers over your rib, her gentle touch starkly different than her tone. Still, you shied away from her hand, whimpering in pain at the movement.

"Stop moving," she told you, resting a hand on your shoulder. "I don't even know what to say. How could you put yourself in danger like this? You could have gotten hurt even worse. You don't even know what is wrong, you need scans and a doctor," she ranted, closely examining the fast forming bruise.

"Ale,"

"No. You complain all the time about us treating you like a child, yet you do something so reckless, make such an immature decision, I don't know what you expect."

You'd never really seen Alexia this mad, not at you. She had a soft spot for you, as most of the girls did, and normally you only saw her anger directed at people who'd been too rough with you. You knew that everything she was saying was true, but her words still stung, and you blinked back tears, staring hard at the ceiling.

She wasn't paying attention though, pulling out her phone and typing quickly. It rang in her hands, and she answered. You could hear Lucy on the other end, and you cringed, knowing that if Alexia was this mad, Lucy wouldn't be very much fun either. Alexia spoke quietly to Lucy, telling her that she needed help getting you to the hospital for scans, and that Irene and Mapi were already on their way. At this, you groaned, and Alexia shot you a look. She hung up, then, and you avoided her gaze.

"The girls will be here soon, and they'll help me get you to the hospital. I don't want to hear a single complaint, pequeña, not even one," she informed you. Her tone was still so upset, and you hated it. "How much does it hurt?" She asked, raising an eyebrow at you as if daring you to lie to her.

"A lot," you said, trying to keep your voice steady.

"Well, you probably have several broken ribs, so I'm not surprised. What were you thinking, y/n, honestly?" Now, she sounded disappointed, which was worse than angry, worse than upset. Your lower lip trembled, and you squeezed your eyes shut, willing yourself not to cry.

"I'm sorry. I know you're mad but can you yell at me later?" you asked, voice cracking. When you opened your eyes to look at Alexia, her expression had softened completely.

"I'm sorry, pequeña, you're right, I can absolutely yell at you later," she said, and you huffed out a laugh before crying out as your diaphragm jumped, jostling your injury.

"No no, don't move, don't laugh... don't cry, pequeña" she said, panicking slightly as you began to cry; it was a nasty cycle, crying because it hurt, and it hurting because you were crying.

Alexia stood, sliding onto the couch as gently as she could, pulling your head into your lap.

"Hurts, Ale," you whined at the movement.

"I know, I know, just try to relax your upper body, take slow breaths," she instructed, hand running through your wet hair. She was amazed at how fast her anger with you had disappeared; the minute you'd started to cry, it had evaporated, and all she wanted to do was wrap you in a hug. Unfortunately, that would probably only make you hurt worse, so she settled for laying a hand on your forehead, thumb moving back and forth rhythmically.

"I'm sorry," you cried, overcome with emotion at your own stupidity.

"Alright, y/n, it's okay, focus on breathing. I'm not mad anymore, okay?" she assured you, and you blinked up at her, not sure if you believed her words.

"Idiota, y/n," a voice called, as your front door swung open once again. You didn't have to look to recognize Mapi's voice, and as you heard multiple pairs of footsteps entering the room, you figured the other girls had arrived as well.

"Cállate María," Alexia snapped, glaring at Mapi before her attention refocused on you. Mapi grumbled, but listened. The faces of Irene, Lucy, and Mapi appeared above you, looking down with varying levels of anger and concern.

"Everyone be nice, she's in pain," Alexia scolded, seeing how you cowered under the glares of your teammates.

"Count on Alexia to let y/n off the hook," Mapi said under her breath, rolling her eyes, but softening her expression. You were only half paying attention as Irene and Lucy inspected your ribs, their faces pinched with worry.

"She's not off the hook, but yelling at her now isn't going to do anything," Alexia defended.

"She needs to go to the hospital," Irene said quietly, and Lucy nodded in agreement. You didn't appreciate being spoken about like you weren't there.

"Do I get any say in this?" you tried, but when everyone turned to stare at you in disbelief, you folded quickly. "Hospital sounds good," you revised.

"That's what I thought," Lucy replied harshly. You glared at the wall behind her, not quite brave enough to glare right at her.

"Pequeña," Alexia called, drawing your attention back to her worried green eyes. "Can you walk?"

You hesitated. You were sure you could, but it would hurt. You didn't really feel like giving anyone anymore reason to be mad at you, though, so you nodded your head.

"Yeah, just help me get up," you responded. It took all 4 girls to get you standing, trying to move your upper body as little as possible. By the time you were on your feet, you were sweating, and your jaw was clenched.

"Y/n," Irene started, exchanging looks with the other girls.

"I'm fine, let's just get this over with," you cut her off. She nodded uneasily, and her and Mapi began to walk you towards the door.

"I wouldn't want to rush this too much, y/n, the sooner you get home, the sooner Alexia goes back to being mad at you," Mapi teased.

You winced, knowing she was completely correct.

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2 uncomfortable car rides, several scans, and a multitude of scoldings from different doctors, later, you arrived back at your apartment. You were feeling much better now, the drugs the hospital had given you working wonders.

You'd settled on your bed, propped up against the pillows, eyes drifting open and closed. Irene and Lucy made sure you were settled before leaving. Alexia still didn't let them yell at you, claiming you were "too high to really appreciate it," but you knew she just felt guilty for being too harsh earlier.

"You can go too, guys, I'm fine," you tried to tell Mapi and Alexia. Mapi was perched on the edge of your bed, watching amusedly as Alexia hovered over you.

"Oh, you're fine. Did you hear that, Ale? She's fine," Mapi mocked, and you groaned.

"I don't want to hear that phrase leave your mouth again for a while pequeña, because you clearly aren't," Alexia responded, not finding Mapi's comment as funny as Mapi herself did.

"This is exactly what I didn't want," you cried, shifting uncomfortably.

"What is?" Mapi questioned, suddenly more serious than she was a few minutes ago.

"This, you guys," you mumbled, clearly feeling the effects of the pain relief. "You shouldn't need to take care of me, I can take care of myself,"

"Si, because not seeking medical attention for multilpe broken bones definitely fills us with confidence in your ability to take care of yourself," Mapi replied, rolling her eyes.

"Is that why you hid it? You didn't want us to take care of you?" Alexia asked quietly, eyes searching yours.

"Didn't want to be a bother," you replied, seeming suddenly more alert than you had been a few seconds ago.

"Estúpida," Mapi stated, very matter of factly.

"María!" Alexia scolded again, but Mapi cut her off.

"You couldn't be a bother. You're just a kid," she said, and your lips pursed unhappily at that. "Si, you are, you are only 19. Asking for help doesn't make you a bother."

"Mapi's right, we're here because we want to be, we want to help you, y/n. You don't need to do everything yourself." Alexia insisted, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. You didn't look very persuaded. "Just try to let us help, please?"

At this, you nodded hesitantly. Somewhat satisfied, Alexia carefully tucked you in.

"Sleep. We'll wake you up in a couple hours for more medicine." Your eyes widened.

"You're staying?" You asked, voice unmistakably vulnerable. Both girls smiled reassuringly at you.

"Of course we are," Mapi said, tone leaving no room for doubt or argument.

"Okay," you stated, body relaxing against the pillows, eyes already sliding shut.

Alexia and Mapi exchanged triumphant looks. It was a step for you, clearly. They weren't even sure they'd still need to yell at you tomorrow.

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:)

#woso #woso imagine #woso x reader #barcelona femeni x reader #mapi leon #barca femeni #barcelona femeni #irene paredes #lucy bronze #alexia putellas

[undreaming-fanfiction]

When the Corroded Coffin makes it, Eddie leans into the success completely. He can't really help it, he never thought he'd make it anywhere, wouldn't even have a moderately comfortable life and now he's here, people love him, want him, think he's worth their time. It's intoxicating and he feels like if he slows down for just a second, he'll lose it all.

Steve is supportive, of course he is. It's everything Eddie's ever wanted, success in the world and the most amazing person at home, loving him unconditionally. But Eddie grows more and more frantic about his work, tours, everything. He loves Steve so much, he talks about him in awards ceremonies, in interviews and credits him as his forever muse that he maybe forgets a little that random people who he'll never meet hear more about his love for his boyfriend than Steve himself.

Maybe if he took a moment to think, Eddie would have remembered that Steve was left alone for most of his teenage years, that the love he had was real but distant. That this love always stopped him from asking for more, asking for time spent together, for actions, not words. But he didn't.

After many dinners wrapped in cellophane and tossed in the fridge, postponed dates, hurried goodbye kisses and whispered promises over the phone that never come true, it happens. Steve doesn't blame him, doesn't scream or snap, but Eddie would have preferred if he did. He just calmly tells him that he loves him, will always love Eddie and he can't imagine there being anyone else, but he finally realized that while he's happy for Eddie, he can't live through someone else's dream. He needs, wants more than another empty house and waiting, so much waiting. He kisses Eddie goodbye and whispers, "I'm so happy you managed to break your cycle, Eddie. The crime, poverty...I'm so proud of you. But now I need to break my own."

---

As Steve fully settles in his own apartment almost a year later, heart aching but finally not paralyzed, he turns on the radio and hears a familiar voice, like the sweetest pain. He sings a new song, one that Steve doesn't know.

I painted your room at midnight

So I'd know yesterday was over

I put all your books on the top shelf

Even the one with the four leaf clover

Man, I'm getting older

I took all your pictures off the wall

And wrapped them in a newspaper blanket

I haven't slept in what seems like a century

And now I can barely breathe

Just like a crow chasing the butterfly

Dandelions lost in the summer sky

When you and I were getting high as outer space

I never thought you'd slip away

I guess I was just a little too late

Your words still serenade me

Your lullabies won't let me sleep

I've never heard such a haunting melody

Oh, it's killing me

You know I can barely breathe

Just like a crow chasing the butterfly

Dandelions lost in the summer sky

When you and I were getting high as outer space

I never thought you'd slip away

I guess I was just a little too late

The last soft tones finish and Steve takes a deep breath, shaky and uncertain. He loves his new life, loves what he's doing, studying to save lives, and yet...

It's almost funny. They broke up a year ago, yet Eddie never left him behind. There was no pressure to get back together, no unwanted declarations of love, just...showing. Steve told Eddie that he needed actions, not words, and here he was, for a year, giving Steve the space he needed but always checking in, always making sure Steve was okay.

Eddie's words were his actions and Steve finally understands how to break his own cycle. Being alone doesn't mean he's lonely. Not when Eddie's thoughts never leave him.

Not when he remembers the four leaf clover he scribbled into his textbook.

When he says he always thinks of Steve when seeing dandelions, so bright and comforting, like home.

The nights they spent together, drunk on each other's presence.

And the melody Steve always hummed when he got out of shower.

He reaches for his phone, their careful messages blinking at him, making him wonder how this love can feel so distant yet so real.

I hope your classes are going well, Stevie.

Wayne says hi. He says he'll call you next Tuesday.

I hope you found what you were looking for.

I hope you're happy.

I'm thinking about you, always.

He types something cheesy and ridiculous, but he can't help himself. He just feels loved, seen.

What if I told you that you aren't too late, crow?

His phone dings back almost immediately and he smiles.

#steddie #steddie drabble #steddie songfic #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie song rec #stranger things #stranger things drabble

[running-in-the-dark]

I just came home after five hours of running errands - it would have been four but then I decided it would be easier if I just drove 30 minutes and picked my husband up from work, rather than (probably) having to leave the house again an hour after getting back (to pick him up from the bus stop in town).

I was totally fine as long as I was moving/busy, but now that I'm sitting on the couch... yeah I'm pretty sure I'll fall asleep soon. I'm so tired.

anyway - it's really nice that I actually enjoy driving now that I'm on the anxiety meds. I was constantly scared before - not in a way that would be dangerous or anything, probably the opposite of that actually. I'm still really careful and everything but now it's not because I'm scared, I'm just cautious. and I didn't realise this before but a big part of the anxiety around driving on my own was dealing with unexpected/unpredictable situations, just stuff like having to find a parking spot... that's totally fine now, I might think about it but I can just go 'I bet I'll be able to figure it out when I get there'. before, a thought like that would have been so terrifying and overwhelming that I wouldn't risk it, so I just wouldn't go at all 🙃

#like. it's insane to me that I can spontaneously decide to drive somewhere now. and I drove there without using google maps even though I #wasn't sure I remembered the route #and yeah that did make me feel a little uncertain/worried but only slightly. it would definitely have made me panic before (well. I #wouldn't have done that at all before. but...) #idk it's just really nice #but damn I'm so fucking tired now ��� how do people go to work. how does anyone do anything. #(when I did my apprenticeship I literally came home from work every day and immediately went to bed. and I still barely managed to stay #awake at work... literally how do people do it?? it makes no sense) #(yeah maybe I really do have narcolepsy. or something similar. just.. something. since apparently that's not normal?! idk) #personal #anxiety stuff #anxiety meds my beloved #(lol apparently it took me 30 minutes to write this post... so tired. 😭)

[ao3commentoftheday]

I got a response to a post like two weeks ago that I've been thinking about ever since: how do I know whether I'm writing for myself or for others?

Sometimes this is an obvious answer and sometimes it's harder to pin down, especially when so often we're doing both at the same time - at least if we're posting our writing online.

Writing a story is one activity and posting that story to AO3 or tumblr is a different activity. Doing the first one doesn't necessarily mean doing the second. If you go into a story without the intention of showing it to anyone else, then you can feel pretty confident that it's just for you. But what about the times when you go in knowing that the end result will be read by others?

Fandom is a community space. Even when we write something self-indulgent, we often want to share it with others or to hear others tell us they enjoyed our work. That's normal and healthy and makes us an active and participating community member. What's not so healthy is when that desire for feedback becomes the sole driving force behind our writing. If you find yourself only writing in order to get that feedback, then you're most likely writing for others and not for yourself.

But that's also a scenario that lots of people talk about. You've probably heard that before - maybe even from me. What if that's not the issue, and yet you still feel uncertain about who you're really writing for?

That's when you need to start listening to yourself. And I don't just mean check in with your feelings. I mean listen to your own thought processes and reasons for making choices.

Are you developing a character in a direction that you think the fandom would like, even though you don't find that direction particularly interesting?

Are you pulling your punches in your whump or angst scenes because you don't usually write stuff "that heavy" and you don't want to "lose your audience"?

Are you making your smut tamer? Kinkier? Trying to satisfy someone else's idea of a hot scene instead of writing what you'd actually want to read yourself?

The decisions you make around your writing should please you, more often than they don't. If most of your decisions are based on the reaction of your imagined future readers, then you might be happy with the ship or the plotline or the resolution but feel less than satisfied about the smaller bits and pieces that make up the fic.

Give yourself the gift of not posting everything you write. Keep some of it back and just for you. Spend time on those works and really analyze why you're doing what you're doing there - and why you're not doing it in the works you share. Figuring out the difference might help you get a better idea of how to find the best way to reach the only guaranteed audience you ever have: yourself.

#thinky thoughts #I have no idea if this helps or not #but I hope it does?