#after this i really wanna stick with simple stuff for a while

[lambertdiary]

Safe With Me

Summary: Dalton is really sick and his girlfriend drops everything to take care of him.

Word Count: 2.4k+

Warnings: established relationship, language, mentions of throwing up, comfort, pure fluff

A/N: Hi! I had a couple of requests asking for sick!Dalton so I decided to write this! and if i’m being completely honest i not sure how i feel about 😭 hopefully is not too gross. also i’m sorry if it’s too long and redundant but I hope you’ll like it! Pls let me know what you think <3

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Ever since his coma Dalton was terrified of getting sick. He now knew he wasn’t actually sick back then, but that suffocating feeling never went away.

And his current state was unfortunate, to say the least. He didn’t even leave his bed in the morning, cause as soon as he woke up he noticed a pounding headache, a runny nose, a sore throat, constant sweating and intense body pain. There was no way he could go to class.

Before notifying his girlfriend that he would miss class, he looked up his symptoms to make sure he didn’t need to seek medical attention, quickly coming to the conclusion that he had a simple cold. He should’ve seen it coming, he wasn’t feeling the best the day prior but brushed it off thinking he was just tired.

Dalton: Not gonna make it to class today, woke up with a cold :/ sorry baby

He fell back asleep almost immediately, but sadly not for long. His body temperature suddenly dropped, making him shiver, so he brought up his blanket and tried to cover his entire body with it, but stopped when he suddenly felt hot again.

Dalton was sure he had never been this sick, he was uncomfortable, his throat was incredibly dry and his whole body sticky from sweat. It even hurt to sneeze. He let out a loud moan in discomfort and a few seconds later, he heard the door open.

“Sorry, I didn’t know if you were awake and I didn’t wanna bother you” Y/N said softly entering the room. She was holding a few blankets and pillows that covered her face but he knew it was her. Dalton covered himself again, up to his head, he didn’t want Y/N to see him like this, not when his hair was an absolute mess and his pajamas looked like he took a shower in them.

“What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be in class?” He asked under the blankets.

Y/N put down the stuff on the other bed, “I’ve never missed a day, I’m sure I can afford skipping one class” She approached Dalton’s bed and kneeled next to him “Hey, how bad is it?”

“It’s bad, I don’t wanna get you sick too” He replied, his throat hurting every time he spoke.

“You’ll be happy to know that I don’t care” She joked, but Dalton remained silent “I assume you didn’t have any breakfast yet”

“No”

“Well I bought you some chicken soup, you should eat it while it’s still hot, it will be good for you” She stared at the lump on Dalton’s bed, waiting for him to come out or at least say something “Baby come on, let me see you”

Dalton appreciated her ditching class to take care of him, it truly warmed his heart and all he wanted to do was show her how thankful he was, but what if she got sick because of him? What if he looks really bad right now? “I don’t look good” He finally muttered.

“What?” Y/N chuckled, thinking he was joking.

“I’m sweating an insane amount, I can feel my hair sticking to my face”

“Let me braid your hair so you feel less sticky on the face, it works, trust me”

Dalton thought about it for a moment, he figured she wouldn’t leave even if he directly asked her to, so he uncovered his face and shyly looked at Y/N “I feel really ill”

“I know baby, tell me what hurts”

“Everything, my entire body, the headache is terrible and I get really cold but after a second I feel like I’m boiling”

Y/N touched his forehead as soon as she noticed his blushed face “Baby, you’re really hot”

“I know that” He joked with a smirk on his face.

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn’t contain her laughter “Good to know your sense of humor remains untouched” She stood up and grabbed a food container from her backpack “You’re gonna eat your soup while I braid your hair and I promise it will make you feel at least a little bit better”

“My hair is all covered in sweat though” He sat on his bed waiting for Y/N to give him his food.

“That’s ok” She opened the container and Dalton could see the steam that came off of it. Y/N looked through her bag for a spoon, but she had so many things she thought would make him feel better it took her a while. She was pulling out a bunch of other stuff, but when she finally found it she carefully put the bowl in his hands “It’s really hot so please be careful”

Dalton took it and whispered a little “Thank you”

“You might feel hotter for a moment but this is good, you need a lot of fluids. Now I’m gonna sit behind you, is that ok?” Dalton nodded, blowing into his soup so he wouldn’t burn his tongue.

Y/N struggled a little to get behind him, staying on her knees to make sure she had full access to Dalton’s hair “Are you comfortable?”

“Yes”

“Ok, should I do one or two?” She started brushing his hair. He was right, he was sweating a lot but Y/N didn’t care, she just wanted to take proper care of her boyfriend. She was being extremely careful for a number of reasons.

They stayed like that for a few minutes, it didn’t take her long to figure out how to put two french braids on him without pulling his hair or making his headache worse “Done” She said getting back on her feet, taking a good look at how Dalton looked with braided hair. Her heartbeats began to increase “You look really cute”

Dalton’s face was burning, and it wasn’t the fever “Thank you. I actually do feel much better” And he was, he was surprised at how lighter his head felt without all that hair resting on his face or shoulders.

“See? I told you” She then kissed her fingertip and tapped Dalton’s nose with it, making him melt at her touch ”Finish your soup, I’m gonna see if Chris still has that humidifier”

Y/N left his dorm, leaving him alone again. Somehow he already felt better, even though everything hurt the same. But he had to admit that the hot chicken soup was a good call.

Once he was done with it, he laid back down carefully, not wanting to ruin his freshly styled hair. And only a few minutes later, he heard the door again “No luck with the humidifier but this will help too” He paid attention to her hands, she was holding a bucket and a dry cloth “Just this one last thing and I’ll let you go back to sleep” She said as if she was bothering him, Dalton didn’t feel like she was, if anything it was the other way around and he should be the one apologising. She put down the bucket next to his bed and waited for him to sit again, this time paying attention to his damped clothes “Why don’t you change into some dry clothes?”

He looked down at his shirt and felt embarrassed when he noticed how much it looked like he’d been drowned in a rainstorm, it didn’t look like that before but it must’ve been the hot liquids “Okay” He agreed, about to get up but Y/N stopped him.

She wandered around his room, grabbing clean clothes that she believed would be comfortable for him to wear. She didn’t want him to feel too hot or too cold again, so she went for a happy medium. A shirt and underwear. He probably shouldn’t deal with too many layers anyway “Here, I’ll help you change”

She helped him with everything, which he was really thankful for since his body was too weak and in pain to do it by himself. Tossing his dirty clothes somewhere in the room, she proceeded to grab the pillows she previously set on the other bed and started arranging them around Dalton to make his uncomfortable bed a little more pleasant.

“Are you comfortable?” She asked looking down at him, he nodded in response “Sure?”

“Positive” Even his voice was weak.

After he was settled, Y/N reached into the bucket and completely submerged the cloth, making sure all the excess water was cleared before moving it away from the bucket, she stroked it over his face a few times “This is great cause now if you feel like throwing up, you can use this bucket” She joked, knowing a cold wouldn’t make him feel nauseous. He chuckled at this, which made Y/N feel better “You’re all good now, why don’t you try to sleep?”

He looked up at her in pure admiration “Thank you, darling”

“For what?”

“For taking care of me” He rasped out.

“What kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn’t take care of my sick boyfriend?” He could swear he had literal heart eyes right now, nearly biting his tongue to stop himself from saying those three words, since they haven’t said it yet. But he really wanted to.

He went back to sleep, luckily this time he managed to rest for hours. In the meantime, Y/N stayed on the other bed, doing some work to stay busy and awake while she kept an eye on him in case he needed her. The hours went by and Dalton’s fever went away, finally. He woke up around 4 PM, slowly opening his eyes and squinting at the sudden brightness.

Dalton scanned the room looking for Y/N, but she was nowhere to be found. He figured it made sense that she left, he didn’t really expect her to stay there all day just to look after him.

He tried to get up but his body felt heavy. He groaned in pain and fell on his back again, strangely still feeling tired even after sleeping for hours. Before he could try again, Y/N was entering the room.

“You came back” He managed to say.

“Yeah, sorry. I was just getting you some tea” She approached him and touched his forehead, relieved that he wasn’t hot anymore “How are you feeling?”

“Better…” He replied, not so sure he wanted her to get worried “I guess my throat still hurts”

“I figured, but this honey and lemon tea will help with that” She smiled at him but when he didn’t move, she could feel the worry come back to her “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t like tea”

“Tell your cold that” Dalton pouted like a little kid, but Y/N's face remained neutral as she waited for him to take the cup. He gave in and took it anyway, it seemed like she knew what she was doing and honestly, he would do anything to ease his sore throat.

He started drinking it, slowly but surely. It didn’t taste as bad as he remembered and he started wondering if his mum was just bad at making tea “Would you cuddle with me? If it’s not too gross” He asked Y/N out of nowhere.

“Gross? Why-?”

“Cause I have been sweating a lot and it’s not like I took a shower or anything” He explained, a little embarrassed.

“Would you be grossed out if I was the sick one asking for cuddles?”

He answered immediately “No”

“See? Don’t be silly” She was happy Dalton wanted to cuddle. Since she got there in the morning she was concerned he just wanted her out of there. Carefully she got in bed with him, sitting against the headboard and getting in a comfortable position, she waited for Dalton to lay down and nestled him down between her legs, with his back against her front.

“Thank you for staying with me. I feel much better with you”

“Really? Cause for a moment there it felt like you didn’t want me here”

“I do angel, I really do. I just…” He stopped for a moment to think about his words “I don’t wanna be a burden”

“Dalton, you know I would never think that” She was brushing his check.

“Still, you missed classes and stayed here all day… for me” He then felt guilty at his realisation “Did you eat something today?”

“I did, Chris brought some lunch for me, she was gonna get something for you too but we weren’t sure for how long you’d sleep. Are you hungry?”

“Not really” She nodded even though he couldn’t see her “I’m still tired”

Y/N has been sick before, and she knew it was exhausting to deal with it but doesn’t remember a cold taking her down like that. Still, she agreed to stay there with him while he went to sleep. Again.

Y/N didn’t notice when she started to drift off, but when she felt Dalton shivering on top of her she opened her eyes quickly.

He was freezing cold, to the point where his teeth were chattering, but his skin was so hot she could melt chocolate on his forehead.

“Dalton?” She whispered, softly moving him “Dalton, are you okay?”

“Mhm?” He hummed. Dalton was holding the blanket tighter and closer to him.

“How are you feeling?” She kept a low voice, she didn’t wanna overwhelm him.

“I’m freezing” She was about to embrace him again, but was interrupted when Dalton abruptly sat on the bed “I think I’m gonna throw up”

Y/N followed his actions, and reached down for the bucket that was still next to them and placed it between his legs. ‘Not good’ She kept thinking, rubbing his back for comfort “If that’s the case then you’re worse than I thought, Dalton, we might have to go to the doctor” Dalton didn’t like the seriousness of her voice.

“I don’t like hospitals”

“Well, I don’t care whether you like it or not, your fever is coming back and you’re feeling nauseous, I don’t think that’s normal for a cold. You are literally shaking”

“Last time I was at the hospital my soul was trapped in The Further”

“But you’re here with me right now, aren’t you?” He stayed silent “Come on, I’m gonna take you to the hospital and I promise you’ll feel better, okay?” Dalton nodded. He knew she was taking care of him, good care of him, but anything related to sickness, doctors or hospitals triggered something in his memory that made him go back 10 years “Hey, I’m not gonna let anything bad happen to you, you’re safe with me. I promise” She said rising her pinky in front of him, satisfied when Dalton locked her pinky with his own.

#dalton lambert #dalton lambert x reader #dalton lambert fic #dalton lambert fluff #insidious #insidious the red door #dalton lambert imagine #dalton lambert imagines #ty simpkins #insidious 5 #dalton lambert smut

[matty-bear]

♫ Drummer! Chris ♫ Head-canons

pairing: dummer! chris sturniolo x fem!reader

warnings: sfw, fluff, slight cursing

summary: what it’s like to date chris when he’s a drummer! 

notes: i have to include my bf nick in this but I’m not sure if I wanna put him as the photographer or give him a spot in the band… let me know what y’all think! :D

dialogue color guide! 

pink: you, orange: chris, purple: nick, blue: matt

WC: 990 (went a little overboard with this one…)

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♪ let’s be so for real. chris is so loud when he plays the drums. he gives no shits about them getting noise complaints and when they actually do get them, he just shrugs it off and says that he’s doing the neighbors a favor by ‘blessing their ears.’

♪ when you two got together and you discovered this hobby of his, he became so much quieter. nick and matt were so offended when he brought you to his room to show you a song he learned and they barely heard a SOUND from downstairs. 

“Oh so the second y/n comes over, you decide to be as quiet as possible but when either of us tell you to shut the fuck up and calm it down, you get louder?” 

“I don’t want my girl’s ears to bleed.” 

♪ he knows how obnoxiously loud the drums can be and he enjoys pissing his brothers off when he plays but when you tell ask him to lower his volume, he does so IMMEDIATELY and gives you a kiss as an apology 

“babe, i’m sorry but do you mind being a little quieter?”

“my bad, ma. i’ll be quieter for you.”

♪ when he needs to practice really late at night, he chills with you in bed and waits for you to go to sleep before he sneaks off to use his electric drum set with his headphones which is way more quieter to make sure you get your beauty rest 

♪ this kid has no idea how strong he is and tends to go a little overboard when he drums. when he was learning a really different song that consisted of a lot of fast beats, he might have accidentally stabbed his stick through his drumhead.

“hey ma?…”

“what’s wrong, love?”

“i fucked up another drumhead…”

“let’s go get you another one, come on.” 

♪ he expresses his emotions to the absolute fullest when he plays. when he’s pissed, he goes HAM on the drums and ends up breaking his sticks or a cymbal. if he’s upset, he plays a super depressing song. if he’s in a good mood, he’s playing upbeat songs with the biggest smile on his face. this comes in handy when you or his brothers are confused on how he’s doing emotionally. (he can hide his emotions really well) 

“Is that fucking slipknot?”

“i believe so.”

“I think he’s pissed. he often plays slipknot when hes angry or if someone pisses him off.”

*loud thud*

“Fuck!” 

“alright he broke something, i’m going in before he breaks more stuff.” 

♪ definitely persuades you to sit in his lap when he plays sometimes. he always plays a calm beat when you’re on his lap so he doesn’t cause too much harm to your eardrums. 

♪ when you ask him if he can teach you a song or two, he’s like a kid on christmas day. he’s ESTATIC! he pulls you onto his lap and holds his hands over yours when you grab the sticks. as he guides you through simple beats, he rests his head on your shoulder and switches his focus from watching you play to your focused expression. (you sticking your tongue out a slightly in focus is absolutely adorable to him) 

bonus! when you mange to get a good handful of beats down, he challenges you to put them together without stopping. he didn’t tell you however that he was gonna distract you by kissing all over your neck in hopes of getting you to drop the sticks. when you give up and finally drop the drumsticks, he turns you around to grab your face and showers you in light butterfly kisses. 

♪ after a while of dating and watching him play, you begin to take notice of the muscles building up on his arms. he already had a pretty decent sleeper build (which you sometimes freaked out over) but the second you saw his muscles flex when he was picking up his bass drum to replace it with a new one, it was OVER for you. 

♪ your his biggest fan when he posts covers on his social media. the second you get a notification that he posted, you rush over to his account and flood his comments with praise about how good he did. 

♪ when he’s not playing on his drums, he almost always has his sticks on him. you often find him drumming the walls or counter around the house. (nick and matt find it really annoying) 

bonus! when you’re laying together in bed, he’s twirling a stick in one hand and landing swift pokes on your body with the other to watch you jump and squirm away. (he finds it absolutely hilarious and adorable) everytime time he does it, he acts completely obvious when you tell him to knock it off. 

“ack-! chris! quit it!”

“what’d i do?”

♪ similar to matt, he enjoys asking you for kisses to keep him ‘motivated.’

“ma, can I get a kiss please? it’ll help me play better.”

“one more?”

“you said that the last five times i’ve kissed you.”

“okay but i’m being for real this time. just one more!”

♪ despite chris' protests, you buy some of his drum gear like sticks, drumheads, etc. he knows how expensive drum sets are so the second he sees you skimming over them, he grabs the device you're using and closes the tab. 

bonus! when chris’ birthday came around, you double checked with matt and nick about a certain drum set that he’s been talking about non stop. he wasn’t able to buy it since it’s pricey but you didn’t hesitate to buy it for him for the special occasion. it was really difficult to keep the secret from him but the day you surprised him was worth it. (no connected dialogue for this bonus but there will be a blurb for it coming soon!)  

#chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo fanfic #chris x reader #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo fluff #matt x reader #nick sturniolo #nick sturniolo fanfic #nick x reader #Drummer! Chris #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo fluff

[ideas-4-stories]

Silly fanfic idea I wanna drop here -

Everyone thinks out if the cross guild throttle, Mihawk is the only one who can cook. This is a fair assumption, but it's most definitely not true in the SLIGHTEST.

Buggy was a cabin boy and apprentice. His whole role on the Oro Jackson was to learn, and whereas Shanks took to the battle prowess with flying colors, Buggy's talents lied elsewhere. The likelihood of them both having menial chores to do, both as a "cabin boys do this" and "Oh we need to give the kids SOMETHING to do to burn energy", is very high. Buggy would bitch and moan about it, but would put genuine effort into it if only to do it better than Shanks. At some point it is discovered that Shanks could quite literally set water on fire. He is forbidden from the kitchen. Buggy is not. He can and WILL lord that over him for all time.

As a result, Buggy is the one to handle the kitchen chores - and eventually he asks questions of the cook(s) and helps out there too. He learns cooking and baking, and actually.. really enjoys it??

When time passes and he has his own crew, at first, he is the one making their meals. He teaches Mohji and Cabaji to cook some simpler dishes, and moves on from there. He enjoys it - it's Fun, Flashy, and Delicious. Plus, he is damned good at bartering, which saves him money and he does love money. This is simple math.

As the crew grows, he does get cooks on board as well. They all know that sometimes the captain will swing by, hair in a bun, bandana on, grabbing an apron, and they just wordlessly make a space for him to join.

By the time Cross Guild forms, Buggy has been a busy little bee. He hasn't had a chance to go get elbows deep in flour, meats or veggies in a very, very long time, but he's been able to slip off after nightfall to whip up some little treats when the urge hits. He misses the hustle and bustle of a kitchen sometimes, but this... this is nice, too.

Crocodile and Mihawk are surprised when one morning Buggy shows up to a meeting, sets down a plate of pastries, and gets to it. They tentatively take one and are flabbergasted by how good it is. Neither are much for sweets, just these are actually a perfect mix of buttery, warm, flakey goodness with just a pop of natural sweetness from the fruit. Crocodile makes a semi-snide comment on how "I didn't think your little carnival cooks could make anything that didn't induce tooth rotting."

Buggy doesn't even look up from the map he's using to plot a course. "Oh, I made those. The others tend to over sweeten the fruit filling, and you guys don't really like sugary stuff, so I made this batch the way Ray-san liked them. Hey, if we shift our shipment from Allena to the 17th, we may be able to mitigate a need for a second ship heading out-"

Both warlords are gaping - in their own ways, of course.

This is the first of many, many little factoids about Buggy that they learn during this business venture.

It's also the beginning of interest in him beyond a means to an end.

I would think Mihawk is the best at cooking with mostly anything, I like that Mihawk is really REALLY good at cooking. Crocodile would know how to do some because if one wants to survive, they need to know how to make sure somethings good to be eaten. Cooking is a good skill to have while surviving the world.

Definitely Shanks and Buggy has menual chorse to do around Oro Jackson. Buggy would complaint after finding out the new chores placed on them are mostly because the other crew members don’t want to do them, and yes Buggy does them with efficiency and genuine effort as Shanks stares in the corner whining about the chores as much as Buggy does. I can sees Buggy making a game out of cleaning the deck, so Shanks actaully helps him. By strappying cleaning brushes to their shoes and using mops as like hockey sticks. Buggy has a soap bar as the puck and they start playing. I would clean a deck if I could do that as well.

Peeps, I beileve Roger, Buggy, and Shanks have set water on fire before and maybe have burn down a island because they tried to cook. I doubt it’s only a Shanks thing… but I can say that it’s only 25% of the time for Buggy to burn something as Shanks is most likely 75% of the time. I beileve both cabin boys can go into the kitchen… just only with adult supervision. WHO IS NOT ROGER! It would be really cute if both tried their best wth the help of the cook(s) to make things for the crew… good thing they have iron stomachs… right?

I beileve Buggy is flashy great about making things that don’t need the stove or oven. I can see Buggy making little animals out of fruits and vegetables for fun, Roger and Shanks loves them.

Awwwwwwwwwww with Buggy helping Cabaji and Mohii how to cook and bake, I like to think Buggy met Cabaji way before becoming a pirate again. I have an idea about, I might write a story or stories about it or just write about on Tumblr… I don’t know yet. I love how whenever Buggy wants to cook or bake, the chefs on board will make room for their captain, that’s cute!

Then Buggy with bartering? Hell yeah on the fact Buggy is great at bartering with people, even when he isn’t trying. Money is a great thing to have, it’s truly simple math.

Buggy being a busy little bee even before the formation of Cross Guild, having some time since the last time he bakes or cook something. I want to make a fic about this! Thank you Anon for giving me a ask. I don’t when it will be done, but I want to think Buggy had another long stressful day and cannot sleep well. So, the Genuis Jester had a genius idea to destress by making some treats into the night. So, when in the next meeting, as Buggy comes in with apologizes for being late. Having notebooks filled with meeting ideas and things they need to discuss as well as a plate of like three-types treats.

Damn right Mihawk and Crocodile are flabbergasted by how good it it, Buggy is great with surpsing people with his hidden talents (well more like people don’t bother to ask about what Buggy can do, until he does them) Makes sense that both don’t really care, but I see Mihawk liking chocolate and candy canes (this is from a fic that stated that Mihawk likes them becuase they can be shaped into a deadly weapon) more than any other treats.

Not Crocodile making a semi-snide comment, problay wondering why the cooks can’t make treats like these and Buggy shoots back with oh becuase they didn’t make them, I did. I love both are shocked to the core for different reasons. Then having Buggy just think it’s no big deal and haven’t even looked up from the map. Still working as Crocodile and Mihawk have stop doing so from what Buggy said.

Awwwwwwwww, Buggy making treats like what Ray-San likes it. It’s so sweet and sad to me.

#one piece #buggy pirates #cross guild #one piece omegaverse #buggy the clown #sir crocodile #dracule mihawk #cabaji #mohji #buggy #crocodile #mihawk #buggy the star clown #buggy the bombastic clown #mr. 0 #hawkeye mihawk #buggy the flashy fool #buggy the genius jester #ideas~4~stories says #ask

[posebean]

fantasys your crazy:B‼️ ‼️ ‼️ ‼️ ‼️ ‼️ ‼️ 

fantasy AU stuff... alkaloid later...world building + details stuff under read more maybe dont look if u dont wanna be spoiled for the 2 fics that i already wrote for this au

in general magic is kind of weird there’s multiple methods to cast the same spell those being spell components, incantations, somatic (gestures). each has their merits and flaws/ u can choose to use only one/ any most people stick with 1-2

there’s all kinds of spells and people are either born with an innate specialty in it or grow up developing it; power is how strong their magic can be, control is how much of a grasp they have on their magic, the lower control is compared to power the more easy it is for someone’s magic to go out of control (aira in this AU but i’ll talk about that when i have the alkaloid one made). if someone has more control than power they’re able to do very precise things with their magic with no focus at all while others would need some focus; general populace has both equal, usually people that dont hone their skills (common villagers) stay at 1 star for both

niki’s outfit is very simple and inspired by his fs2, very versatile and such because he’s always out and about chasing after exotic creatures to add to his checklist cloak HGFSDH he learned to sew from Aira’s mom when he was little and made most of his clothes himself, his satchels, and even helps the others when they need his skills whenever hes in town. even though he clearly puts spices etc. on one side compared to his components on the other, he still mixes them up because he is silly Aka is very fluffy and has kind of wild hair like. someone we know. i wonder who bright blue eyes (also like someone we know. ) but foxes are funner to draw with just closed eyes

RInne just has his normal village clothes with like longer and some changes to make it more. fantastical???? idk im soooo bad at designing clothes lmfao but before the “fox” is out of the bag he doesn’t really shift back much except to stretch and mess around with meru so he doesnt really. get different clothes. def after the reveal he stays in that form more around niki and they do get him different clothes. idk what they would be maybe niki would make them because he gets sick of seeing both hiiro and rinne in his house wearing the same things all the time. oh yeah i havent gone over this yet but yeah hiiro does refuse to leave because rinne refuses to leave so he just. lives with them on niki’s couch LMAO. who knows. maybe he becomes a denizen of the beehive rinne also still shifts because he finds moving around as a little guy more convenient and also niki still finds that form cute and cant say no if he does the puppy eyes so it usually goes like niki: rinne-kun, no rinne: boo-hooo.. niki~kyun.... (swishes his finger and ina  poof hes aka again with round blue eyes) niki: niki: i know what you’re doing, its not going to work this time aka (rinne): whimpers niki: niki: (throws his hands in the air) oh my god fine rinne: (quickly changes back and grabs niki and cheers)

i havent gotten to kohaku’s fic yet but he’s good at stealth magic. like really good. he can make himself vanish and no one will be able to find him when he’s right next to them. think about that as you will. when aira brought him to the beehive he only had a yukata and worn down sandals and since he and aira had similar builds he just ended up getting clothes from aira for most of the time; he does have shirts that are specifically his because they all have little pockets sewn on (by niki!) for rabu-han junior but with coats pants and outerwear he and aira just share except kohaku stays away from some of aira’s more. fancy clothes ?? lmao not to his taste rabu-han junior is a little hamster familiar that he met one day and made a familiar pact agreement with. rabu-han junior usually sits in his pocket, but if need be rabu-han junior can grow MASSIVE from 3 inches to 6 feet. Big mode. in big mode he can easily carry. 4 people. lmfao. rabu-han junior also shares magic with kohaku and technically is as strong as him and from that logic. rabu-han junior is better at magic than poor rabu-han (original)

merumeru’s clothes are all from kaname except the coat the coat is tatsumi’s. no idea why himeru hasn’t thrown it away though. maybe somewhere deep in his heart he does care for tatsunn his main reason for leaving was he didnt want tatsumi to always be in pain from seeing him, the very spitting image of kaname

all of him is just like kaname except: slightly older, longer hair, hair dark grayish at the ends and its not visible much and he does do illusion magic to change it but he has cat eyes pupils kittymeru is mainly dark gray (the same color as his human hair ends) with kaname-blue highlights and the long strand, the proof that kaname was the one that conjured him and essentially put part of himself in meru

#enstars #crazy:b #niki shiina #rinne amagi #kohaku oukawa #himeru #fantasyau #bean art

[luimagines]

How about a reader who seems to have no experience with a weapon, but come to find out is terrifyingly good with a bow.

Like not on Wild's level but definitely better than the majority of the chain.

Ooooooohhhh! I like that idea! Let's see if I can make something of it!

Masterlist

Content under the cut!

You were beginning to suspect that the boy were getting annoyed with you.

Not that they were ever to say that to your face, but you didn’t want them to come to your rescue all the time... and you didn’t think that they wanted to either.

That being said, you had asked to learn self defense. Sky was the one who more or less made the Master Sword and he’s had proper training in how to use it. You thought he would have been perfect to teach you.

And for all intents and purposes, he had been more than willing to help. He was patient and kind and what he said and how he did it made a lot of sense. The things is, after being thrown to the ground over twenty times and you did try for multiple days- bordering multiple weeks- you gave up.

You footwork was screwy at best. Your grip on the sword was subpar and frankly, you weren’t close to being as psychically strong as Sky to throw him off.

The next option was maybe something magical. Legend and Warrior have their magic sticks and stuff. You didn’t know what you were doing but you figured it was easier to just throw things at the monsters and let it stick than have an actual strategy.

That was shot down. Instantly.

Warrior tossed you the fire rod on a whim and you nearly burned the whole forest down. So naturally, you’ve been banned from touching all, if not, most magical items.

The boys were more than happy to agree, especially those who don’t really fancy the magic stuff anyway.

You thought about a boomerang. A lot of the boys had those and it wasn’t bladed or magical (at least it didn’t have to be) so you thought that would work just fine.

Hyrule agreed and tried to show you the basics. And for the most part, it seemed simple enough. Until you nearly took Time’s head off in the process and you were afraid of touching it ever since.

At this point you were running out of options. While the boys seemed to understand your willing to learn, they didn’t want you get hurt. You suspect that they just didn’t want to get hurt in the process of you learning. Which stung a little, to be honest.

You had thought of one last weapon that you could learn and you knew just the person to ask.

“Wild.” You whisper. “I wanna ask you something.”

Wild pauses and nods, standing up to follow you away from prying eyes and eager ears. “What is it?”

“Please show me how to use the bow.” You bow.

Wild blinks and tilts his head. “We told you that we could-”

“Please?” You ask again, cutting him off. “I have to try.”

Wild sighs and shakes his head. With one hand, he unhooks his sheikah slate and takes out a simple wooden bow. “If anyone asks, you say you just found this.”

You nod and take it gratefully.

Wild also takes out some of his normal arrows, handing a few to you. “We have at least an hour before the others start to worry about the two of us being alone.”

You bounce on the balls of your feet. Feeling giddy, you start to move the bow in your hands and play with the strong, getting a feel for it. 

Wild moves away and you see him set up a small tower of ice in one of the puddles nearby. You gape. How did he do that?

“Ok.” He says, hooking the slate back to his belt. “You see that? That’s your target.”

You notice it’s in the opposite direction of the group.

Wild comes in close and guides your hand to where they should rest on the bow. It feels right in your hands. You adjust your feet accordingly and steady yourself

Wild look pleased and hands you an arrow, setting it up against the notch and gently placing your fingers to hold it without injuring yourself. “Ok, there. Now aim and let go.”

You nod and look at the ice pillar in front of you. Pulling the arrow back again just like you’ve seen the boy do before, you let go.

It hits it.

You scream and jump in place. Your first reaction is you bring Wild into a hug, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I did! Look! I actually hit it!”

He laughs. “Good job. Do it again.”

You bounce back and take out on the arrows Wild gave you. You set yourself up just like before and fire again.

You split the arrow in twain.

You don’t react this time. You stare in shock just as Wild runs over to inspect it. He gets a stupid grin on his face and comes back to punch your shoulder. “Do it again.”

So you do.

“Again.”

Again.

“O-hohoho.” Wild looks giddy. “We have to show the others this. They’re never going to believe it.”

You look at the bow in your hands in shock. “I am a god.”

Wild starts laughing. “Please do against Twilight. I need to see him go down.”

You grin and nod. Do actually think you’ll be able to do so? No, not really. But Wild’s energy is contagious and it’s nice to have something work as nicely as this has after so many failed attempts.

So when you eventually set up a few target and go off against Twilight- recreating your first attempt. Legend losses a bet, Sky gets his money back and Time lets you set up the opportunity to practice with the bow you’ve more of less stolen from Wild at this point.

Given the smile on the Champion’s face when he turns to mock Twilight for not being able to do what you did, you don’t think he minds one bit.

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #linked universe x reader #looking back at this #this is probably *not* what you had in mind #but i started and realized i couldn't stop #so i hope this is ok!

[rrenzwrld]

dances w the aot boys

learning dances w the boys! i had fun thinking of the lil hcs for this so i hope you have fun reading it! also, thank you so much for 500 followers! 🥹 i really appreciate all the love that yall show me through reblogs, comments, likes, and just reading my stuff at all. it really means a lot! <3

anyways, enjoy and i hope yall continue to stick w me and my stuff from here on out! <3

EREN

— doesn’t believe you when you say it’s something you wanna try w him until you’re up during the day watching tutorials and tells him to join

“you’re kidding.”

“cmon~ you never like to do stuff with me!”

— your whining gets to him and the both of you start off with a “simple” choreo

— he realizes he isn’t as in shape as he thinks… at least not for this

“fuck, i’m tired.. can we take a break now?”

“just one more please?”

— yall do one more dance that he might actually like but he doesn’t let you know that until you catch him doing small parts of it while doing chores around the house

“i’m super shy, super shy..”

ARMIN

— secretly he’s been wanting to try some dances with you since discovering some groups he’s really liked but he’s too insecure about his dancing to actually let you know that

— luckily for him, you chose a dance that he already has an idea on how to do, to the point where he’s doing it better than you

— and if you have trouble, he’s helping you

“i give up.”

“nope, get up. let’s try one more time.”

CONNIE

— he’s a really good dancer anyways and goes to the dance studio regularly but he’s beyond excited when you tell him that you wanna learn some choreo w him

— but you make the mistake of letting him chose the song and he chooses something very easy for him, but very difficult for you

— but when it’s time for you to pick, everything is reversed and he’s pouting bc he can’t learn the easy choreo fast enough

“can’t be good at everything, con.”

“whatever…”

— even though you enjoy spending time together, you don’t go with him to the dance studio when he asks bc you know he’s trying to really show you he’s the better dancer after all

REINER

— he’s too shy, even in the comfort of your own home

— when you try to encourage him to try it out at least, he thinks he can do it until he’s knocking down everything bc he can’t control his body as well as you do

— he quickly comes to a realization that dancing is definitely not his thing so he just sticks to watching you dance around and occasionally hyping you up

— but when you’re not around and he’s home alone, he’s trying to practice his skills so he can have enough confidence to show you later (maybe it’s not good but he’s trying just for you)

JEAN

— sometimes he just flat out refuses until you give up on asking and if you don’t give up on asking, he’ll eventually give in

— he does all the dances halfassed so you won’t ask him to do it anymore. it’s not like he doesn’t wanna spend time w you, dancing and that style of music just isn’t his thing

— but he does support your interests and like reiner, will hype you up in the background

— but sometimes when he’s playing the game w his friends and hears the video playing in the other room, he’ll hum along to it without even realizing

#aot #aot x reader #black reader #aot x black reader #connie springer #eren jeagar #eren yaeger #armin arlert #reiner braun #jean kirstein #connie springer x reader #eren yaeger x reader #reiner braun x reader #jean kirschtein x reader #armin arlet x reader #kpop #dancing

[greenunoreversecard]

Hi! ^^ Can you do lloyd garmadon x reader? Like literally anything. Im so starved for fics it isn’t even funny 😭

A/N: this came to me in a dream

This is a drabble.

TW: DEATH, SUICIDE.

Each line break to Hamilton means new memory/setting btw

Wait for it

Theodosia writes me a letter every day

The hardest thing about being in love with a huge political and slightly governmental figure is the fact their always gone.

But there was a simple fix; writting each other.

Normally we text, but because he's always in such high altitudes and other dangerous areas, it's been easier to write letters.

I'm keeping his bed warm while he's away

And it's worked well enough. When I do get to see him, we both joke about how our relationship is just 'victorian style'.

Luckily, the other ninja have let me live in the monestary, so I get to see as much time with Lloyd when he's back. The only condition is that I do upkeep- the chores and all that.

Love doesn't discriminate, Between the sinners and the saints

"How did you and Lloyd even meet?" I hear Jay ask from behind me, slurping the last of his drunk from his straw. "I don't think you guys ever really told us"

I feel a hand slide onto my waist, and I startled lightly before realising Lloyd's finally woken up. He hugs me from behind figure encasing me in his post-nap warmth and his head lolls into my shoulder.

"We met at Doomsday. They were a new employee" Lloyd turns his head to the right to look at Jay as he speaks.

"Typically nerd stuff. Should've expected it" Jay replies rolling his eyes.

I can sense Lloyd's eye roll, but don't see it as I'm busy cooking. I do feel his head turn back into my neck, and his soft press of kisses.

It takes and it takes and it takes And we keep loving anyway

The last time I spoke to Lloyd in person there we got into a... Disagreement, of sorts.

I never meant to stir up anything.

I had asked why every ninja needed to go on every mission, instead of just sending 2 at a time.

I mean, all of them are exhausted, and could use the time to themselves, switching out shifts with each other or something.

That was the wrong thing to bring up apparently.

One thing led to another and the debate got heated, to the point I left the monistary and went to go live with my friend for the time being.

I couldn't handle it at that moment.

its been about 3 weeks since then.

We talked over phone but decided it's best to live separately because the close quarters was giving him anxiety, due to the fact their already at risk of being attacked and he didn't wanna drag me into it.

I understand that. It just hurts because he let all of it out onto me, all because of a suggestion. I can understand how worn thin he is, maybe it wasn't the best time. He had, after all, just gotten back.

He told me we would talk in person about everything, we'd lay it all on the table after he got back.

From another mission.

I didn't know its be his last.

Death doesn't Discriminate, Between the sinners and the saints.

Its kind of ironic, it ends where it began.

Doomsday comic.

It has been a normal day, until that point, I'd gone into a shift.

It wasn't until 8 hours into my 10 I heard the screaming.

Our glass windows shattered. Some sort of- monster thing breaks in through the window.

It looks decrepit and I can see the dark red dripping from its mouth, the once blue shirt sticking out of its jaw.

The smell is putrid now, and gets worse as it's ink black body creeps closer. I duck down underneath my counter and press the emergency button.

Im covering my mouth, trying to hold down the vomit from the sheer smell of the eyeless creature, and I hear it's wet patters against the floor. It looked like it was made of tar.

I don't get another moment to think before I hear a crash. It's towering over me now.

"Don't FUCKING touch them!" I hear a voice call from behind me and the creature.

A flash of green.

Lloyd.

The monster teeters where it stands from Lloyd's attack, and I make a dash for it.

"N/n stay cl-"

I don't hear the rest of Kai's warning before I turn around.

I wasn't smelling decay, I was smelling acid.

Beams falls. I scream.

A flash of green.

A gush of red.

Lloyd's arms are caged around me, and his scent would be comforting if we weren't stuck in a pile of rubble.

"Hey, baby. Are you alright?" He asks, eyes gentle and searching.

I nod.

"Ok, just uh- I'm sorry I've dragged you into this. And uh, don't look down, k?"

"Dove, I knew what I was getting myself into by dating you and wha-"

I look down.

There's at least 1, maybe 2 beams sticking out. Of his torso, one lighly impaling my leg.

I feel my bile rise again.

My eyes water. I knew what was gunna happen.

"I- I said dont-"

"No. No. No. No-"

My breath picks up.

"I- this isn't real- I cant- this-"

"hey hey hey, look in my eyes baby? Mkay?"

I look at him through my tears, his figure slightly blurry.

"its-...." he pauses, wincing and forcing another breath to enter him. "don't forget what I say next ok?"

I nod quickly.

"Y/N M/N L/N, I love you more than anything. You are my yin, you are my life. You are my everything. And I need you to know, I will always love you."

"Don't- don't speak like your gunna die, Lloyd, please."

I hear the others calling us.

"it's-" he forces another breath. Can I kiss you, one last time?"

"your not gunna-"

"we both know its give or take a few minutes, baby."

I kiss him, like it's the last time I every will.

Because it is.

Life doesn't discriminate Between the sinners and the saints It takes and it takes and it takes

I don't remember anything after that.

I miss him.

I miss my Lloyd.

It's been 6 months since then. The ninja disbanded. And I'm at the tallest tower in ninjago city, debating if I should take a leap.

Life doesn't discriminate

My left foot dangles precariously.

I jump.

Wait for it

#greeny's inbox #ninjago x reader #lloyd garmadon x reader #lloyd garmadon #ninjago lloyd #Ninjago Lloyd x reader #Angst #Hurt no comfort #Lloyd Garmadon x you #Gn reader #Male reader #ninjago lloyd garmadon #lloyd montgomery garmadon

[fatuismooches]

SMOOCHES!!! Hii my dove!! ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

OKay so! Since fragile!reader was in a coma for like a really reallyyyy long time, it means Dottore didn’t really have anybody to cook for him. 😭I’m glad we all agree this man probably can’t/couldn’t cook well, so you were the one always cooking his meals before you got sick. And sure ! Maybe you did teach him a few recipes but they won’t taste the same! Or how he wasn’t able to enjoy the sweets you would bake for him before whenever he would stay up working on his experiments in your dorm. I Can just imagine that while you’re in your coma, he probably tries baking/cooking so that when you do wake up from your coma, he can treat you to perhaps some food he made. Would it be burnt? Obviously…but I feel like whenever he does have free time and you’re baking/cooking, he would try to help you instead of Zandy helping you. He probably shoo’s the child away LMAO. I really enjoy that one HC that someone made about him taking an hour out of his day. Since just the both of you baking and talking over simple things </3 I’m very delulu as you can see. I just wanna bake chocolate chip cookies with my love and talk about the most generic things while we wait for the cookies to bake. 😭

Anyways I hope you’ve been enjoying Fontaine! I was able to finish the archon quests and plan on starting exploration the day I’m writing this. I really think Fontaine is my fav region bc of how gorgeous and fun it is. But have a wonderful day my love! Lots of cuddles and chu chus

-from your dear boo boo bear 🎐 anon ೀ

🎐 ANON!!! MY LOVE <3 THANK YOU FOR THIS BRAINROT!

Yup yup, do NOT let Dottore cook 😭 It will not go well. The first time you let him cook dinner in the dorm was also the last time. From then you tried to teach him some basics so everything he knows is from you, but even still it's not the best... only the bare minimum. So Zandik had always left the kitchen stuff to you which he had no problem with. He never admitted defeat... but in this particular skill he had to.

But he only realizes the extent of his ineptitude when you're not here anymore. I feel like his lab wouldn't even have a kitchen a first lol he only got it put in since he knows you'll want to cook when you wake up from your coma. And even though he gets it for you he avoids the room like a plague because it somehow reminds him of you cooking in that cramped dorm kitchen from long ago.

Until finally after a long period of time and no signs of you waking up Dottore bites the bullet and tries his hand at your forte. Truthfully he never understand why he wasn't good, he thought of cooking as a sort of experimental procedure, just follow the directions in the cookbook and surely the food would turn out fine, right? Wrong! No matter how much he follows the directions down to the wire it turns out horribly. Even if he wings it, it's much worse. He swore he could hear you laughing and making fun of him... even though you had been asleep for centuries.

UGH YES ZANDIK HELPING YOU 😭 Hey, he may not be able to do all of the actual cooking but he can still slice and cut things up pretty good (he has experience if yk what i mean) which is quite helpful to you since your hands are shaky. You have to comfort bb Zandy that you'll hang with him later before hugging him (he throws the meanest look and sticks his tongue out at Dottore)

Oh yes that was 💌 anon's hc !! <33 Sometimes you feel guilty for "wasting" his time so you try to not make it a habit but he always lectures you for thinking that way. I mean surely he has more important things to do than doing some silly little baking with you but he always reassures you in his gruff to the point way of speaking that he likes it.

Yup, I've been loving Fontaine very very much! The story has been my fav part and I also love the underwater scenery 💖 Good luck on your exploration! I think it is a lot of fun doing stuff in the sea, it feels so new and unique ❤️ (Sumeru desert flashbacks)

#smooches talks #🎐 anon #fragile reader <3 #dottore love notes <3 #omg u sitting on his lap waiting for the stuff to finish baking :( #and then u fall asleep and somehow watching u makes me fall asleep to and then the two of u wake up to the clones putting out a fire <3 #and yea fontaine has been so... invigorating

[maxcuntstappen]

heyoheyo quick question i just started getting into f1. this race is the first i watched live while lurking on the tag here and is it always like this? the amount of hateful posts and anti this anti that stuff I've seen is crazy. i know it's sport and everythings competitive but im in other sport fandoms here and the atmosphere is much nicer when cheering for and respecting all athletes with the mutuals.

so yeah i guess i just wanna know if this is always the vibe before getting involved further. which would be sad cause the athletes and racing is very fun

hi anon <3 first of all, i'm so fucking sorry that this was ur first experience live blogging during a race. yest was a toxic whirlwind and i, despite having been part of f1blr for a bit, was quite downtrodden and mad about it.

i will say this. i personally believe it's not as bad as it was yesterday.

there are many reasons for this i think. to begin with, it was the first race of the season effect. everyone's been waiting n dying to see their fav on track and to have a good result and we also didn't really know how the teams would perform. so a lot of expectation -> a lot of disappointment -> mean things on tumblr.

people often find it easier to blame another driver than a whole ass team cause it's easier to direct the anger at a person than a concept which i think is what happened yesterday with multiple drivers.

it's not usually this bad.

but.

it is often quite bad. definitely worse than other fandoms.

i do think the racing makes up for it and that's why i've still stuck around.

ella and i were talking about it and the takes are definitely at its worse during the race and two hours after it.

once we pass that wave, things tend to calm down and we enter the funny text posts territory.

but if you do want to live post/scroll through it, i would stick to my own dash and avoid the main tags.

tumblr gives us the privilege of careful curation and i use that shit everyday. like i will check the bio and do a quick scroll thru each blog i follow.

i also have multiple tags (n blogs) blocked.

there are several people on f1blr who post amazing content and are so on top of updates. but they can be really mean in their phrasing. i don't follow them or block them cause i know that their content will reach my dash through my mutuals but their hot takes won't (especially the text posts where people rant in their tags, those tend to be the meanest).

despite all this, yesterday i spent a good amount of time unfollowing some mutuals. but as i said, i really do believe that f1blr was at its worst then.

there are definitely some blogs that are neutral/nice about the drivers/teams they don't support. these are some of my favourites;

@epylonia @cooali @liamlawsonlesbian @jussst-lurking

i know i have answered ur simple yes/no question with a WikiHow article but i really do hope that bits of it can be helpful to u and that if ur online n scrolling thru jeddah, u see more fun takes than hurtful ones

#ask #they're in their masters in english mood today apparently #no really though it felt wrong to be like yes it's bad #and dip #so #yeah

[oldfashionedmorphine]

hi friends!! i’m super excited to share Will’s perspective from the scene in the basement all the way back in chapter 4 of i’m a wreck (without you here)!!!

i highly recommend reading chapter 17 first!!! 😉

(it’s 2.7k words! oh and psa for anyone who has read my story so far—especially if you haven’t read this chapter in a while: i have gone back and fixed some things i didn’t like cause as much as i loved this chapter, i published it before i was 100% satisfied with it…but it works better now! also idk why but i kinda like Will’s pov more 👀)

🎵🎶 and look!! i even picked out songs!!! :D

tagging my fans: @across-thestars @boahey @magentamee @daydreams-in-the-moonlight @greenfiend @rebellius @booksandpaperss @castelobyers @total-serene560 @wheelersboy @sparks-olivarpente @hazmatazz @suzieburself @unrepentant-byler-shipper @quarter-pasteleven

Enjoy!

Cause It’s the Only Thing I Wanna Do

June 22, 2004 11:47 pm

“—I really wanna know how you’ve actually been, you know, from you.”

“Well, uh...” Mike starts to say, but then he pauses, eyebrows lifting, eyes wide—it looked as though he were trying to figure out where to start first. And then Will watches Mike pour himself another shot, slamming it down fast, and sucking his teeth before he continues, “Well...I live in an apartment, it’s not terrible. Rent is a little expensive where I’m at, so I have a roommate—he’s a law student and I rarely ever see him—but anyway, I had a lot of financial mishaps over the years, so I never quite got out of the cycle of renting to own anything...or heck, even live alone. But it doesn’t really bother me though—I have a cat, her name’s Josephine—that was her name at the shelter and I thought it was cute so I kept it—and uh...definitely no girlfriend…”

Definitely no girlfriend?

The way he had said it raised a tiny little flag in Will’s mind. And then there was a pause between Mike’s words—Will almost found the nerve to ask him to elaborate, but then Mike shakes his head slightly and he’s back to speaking, “And the weather is pretty dreary. Both Nancy and Holly were convinced I have depression. They’re probably right. They said the weather only makes it worse. It does get lonely sometimes too—my relationships—well, nothing ever sticks. Honestly, it's mostly sucked, but I can’t bring myself to leave.”

Will pulls his knees to his chest, he wasn’t sure what he was expecting to hear, but hearing Mike talk about feeling lonely and how his sisters were convinced he had depression didn’t sit well with him. Once upon a time, back during the darker days of being so incredibly furious because Mike had left him behind, there were times when Will had hoped he was miserable, but eventually he grew out of that mindset after his heart hurt less, and over the past couple years, whenever he thought of Mike, he liked to imagine he was happy somehow, even if it was without him. And all the things he knew from afar—the things Nancy had told him—were all positive because she had never once mentioned anything about depression, she only informed him of the highlights. Simple stuff like Mike getting a new job or how he had sent gifts for the kids, and he knew about the cat, just not her name, but of course each time Nancy would also add a little something to the effect of ‘You know, I think he misses you, you should try talking to him—I have his number if you want it’, but of course, he couldn’t do it. He wanted to call, but too much time had passed…and it wasn’t like Mike ever tried to reach out either—Nancy had his number too, so she probably offered it to Mike at some point as well. Ultimately, it felt like the damage was too severe to ever recover from. And it was also very hard to believe that Nancy was really telling the truth—that Mike actually missed him—and not just meddling to make family gatherings less awkward. Maybe she had hoped that if the two of them were friends again, then her brother would be more inclined to visit. Perhaps a selfish motive, but if that was the truth, then he could understand why she would try and make the effort. In the end, Will thought it was best to leave it alone, because there would be less chance of getting hurt again that way…

And when Will realizes Mike had left him a short window to speak, he takes it—he wants Mike to know he's listening. “Why not? If it sucks, why not move somewhere else? What’s stopping you? It’s not like you haven’t done a big move before. Just go somewhere more affordable,” but Mike’s face was still sour, so Will makes a small attempt to provoke a smile with a teasing tone, “and with better weather.”

“I dunno. It’s stupid when I think about it now, but I pissed everyone off back when I first moved—and then you wouldn’t talk to me anymore—I guess I just felt like it all had to mean something.”

Will quirks an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

Mike keeps his eyes cast down at his hands, fidgeting with an empty shot glass. “I mean, that me living there, in Seattle, couldn’t be all for nothing. And I only realize now that I was being so fucking stubborn about it. It’s just that...half the time—half the time I was embarrassed that I didn’t live up to my parents expectations. I could have been more—or something. Something more. I had really hoped being somewhere else would have helped, like when people talk about a ‘fresh start’, but I just feel like—I dunno, like I’m going through the motions.” He scoffs. “I can’t believe I’m saying this but...if twelve year old me could see me now I’m sure he’d be pretty disappointed. I let myself get knocked down because of a couple dumbass choices—any normal person would have dusted themselves off and tried again. But not me.”

“Oh…” Will murmurs. He wasn’t sure what else to say.

“Not me...or I dunno, maybe I was just punishing myself.”

Again he watches Mike pour himself another shot of vodka, filling it to the very brim this time, almost to the point it spills over, and as he brings the shot to his mouth, some of the liquor drips onto his shirt and the floor. It was clear Mike’s coordination was wavering with each additional shot. And then Mike offers to pour Will another, but he shakes his head, refusing—Will knew his limits. Three shots of vodka was more than enough, possibly too much, because he was definitely feeling it. If he drank any more he’d regret it in the morning. Not to mention he wasn’t a big fan of getting drunk to begin with. He always feared he’d end up like his deadbeat dad if he wasn’t careful about pacing himself when it came to alcohol.

Mike sets the bottle back on the coffee table. “You probably know this, but I was also holding a major…major grudge against my dad for the longest fucking time because of his—well, cause of all those things he said.” He chuckles, which Will found to be a bit unsettling considering what Mike was saying. “At one point my mom even said that he was ‘sorry for everything’ and that he wanted to try to ‘make amends’…part of me thought she was just saying it to force me to apologize first, but I still couldn’t face him even if it was the damn truth. Like, I just couldn’t trust that he really felt differently after everything—well ‘cause, all those horrible things he said—the things he implied…even about you, they might as well have been…about me. Y’know? I mean, they were…they are, he just didn’t know it. And I really didn’t think he’d still be sorry if he knew about that.”

Wait—what? Did he just—

Will was stunned, though he wasn’t sure he heard him right. Because it wasn’t like he had said the words outright, yet it sounded a hell of a lot like he was implying that—

And now Mike was looking over at him, full of panic, with the kind of expression you’d expect from someone who just revealed a truth they never meant to share. His eyes remain locked on Mike, but the longer he stares at him the more confused it makes him, so Will drops his gaze to the floor and tightens his arms around his legs. No matter how Mike’s face seemed, it wasn’t confirmation of what he thought he heard—hopes he heard.

Out of the corner of his eye, Will sees Mike reaching for the vodka again, this time drinking straight from the bottle. Part of him wanted to snatch the bottle away from Mike—I think you’ve had enough, mister, you’ll regret another drop—except he can’t seem to move a damn muscle for some reason.

And after a moment Mike sighs, setting the bottle down. “Of course, I don’t exactly know how he would’ve handled the news—I mean, obviously I never told him—or anyone from back then—”

But what else would have upset his father so much? What could it possibly have been that he never told him…or anyone else? Drugs? No, because he said it had something to do with me too, so that can’t be it, not to mention the way he emphasized—

Mike hiccups. “As I say this now, you’re the first I’ve—”

Okay, but I’m the first what? I need you to say it!

“—and of course I never let it go with him...but then...it was too late. The option to even think about—well, about finally forgiving him...and telling him the truth about me—”

The truth about—okay, yeah, that has to be it—Ted must’ve said a bunch of homophobic shit to Mike and I was roped into the mix somehow, because Mike said his dad ‘implied horrible things’ that involved me, yet all of it also applied to Mike? So then he must’ve meant that he’s gay…or maybe he’s bisexual? What else would make Ted Wheeler lose his shit? What else would he want to conceal for so long? And that still had to do with me somehow—cause it sure as shit wouldn’t have been over video games…plus…no one—not Nancy, Holly, Karen, El, or any one else—has ever once mentioned anything to me about Mike having a girlfriend since…high school…

“—cut all the bullshit, but...it didn’t. And I didn’t even go—didn’t even go to his funeral. I didn’t deserve to. It’s stupid—or I’m stupid. And now with Nancy—I didn’t—fuck—I didn’t even...consider...that I had so little time left with her. And...my options were taken away...again. I could have—I could have...seen her more. I know we weren’t always...the closest, but she—she definitely made more effort than me—if I had just...been less of a dipshit and forced myself to visit...but now—well, I can’t do that anymore. She’s gone, Will. She’s really...” Mike pauses, then he whispers, “gone.”

And then Will looks back over at Mike—he was using his sleeves to dry his eyes, but his tears were relentless, continuing to spill over, and with snot also dripping from his nose. The mere sight of Mike in this state elicits tears of his own, as well as an overwhelming urge to comfort him, to offer him a shoulder, but when Will starts to inch closer to him, he hesitates. There was a time they used to hug, but what if Mike didn’t want to be touched?

Fuck it—he can push me away if he needs to.

Will must have caught him by surprise with his sudden impulse, because now Mike’s looking at him with glossy bloodshot eyes as a shuddered gasp escapes his pale lips. And then Mike starts to tremble as though he were on the cusp of shattering into a million pieces. But for a single selfish second, as Mike was falling apart right before his eyes, Will can’t help but marvel at the sheer impossibility of the situation. At how close he was to Mike. Their knees were now pressed together and the scent of his shampoo was so prominent—citrus and mint—mixed with a hint of alcohol coming from his breath. But the moment passes and then the instinct to wrap an arm around him kicks in, to draw him even closer. Mike’s head immediately falls onto Will’s shoulder and his sobs grow louder.

And between sobs and sniffles Mike starts stuttering, “I’m n-never gonna see her again—ever. Never hear her voice—see her s-smile. Never—and I missed out—the pictures—her! Never, n-never—I’m so stupid—stupid—” Without any warning, Mike moves to throw his arms around Will, seeming desperate as he grabs onto his shirt, pulling at the fabric so intensely that threads begin to snap, threatening to rip the seams apart entirely—hey, I like this shirt—except Will couldn't find it in him to make Mike stop. All he can do is try and hold him and hope that it helps. And when Mike starts to beg softly into his ear, the words tug even more at his heartstrings, “Please, please—don’t go. Please, you can’t go. Please, please s-stay—ple-please don’t go. I don’t want—I don’t want—don’t leave me again. Please, please don’t—don’t—don’t—” then Mike tucks his face into the crook of Will’s neck, his pleading words becoming too muffled to comprehend.

Will tries to ignore the small part inside of him that feels betrayed for allowing himself to get this close to Mike and risk his heart all over again. And he briefly thinks back to when he held that number in his hand, debating with himself for hours before he pushed a single button—before he ever left that voicemail—because he knew exactly what would happen. It was a slippery slope and the stakes were high. But of course, a larger part of him wanted Mike back more than anything, so he had set aside his fear and from the very second he dialed his number, he was all in—heart unsheathed and vulnerable. And now here he was, sitting on the floor of an old familiar basement, more than a little tipsy, with Michael Wheeler drunk and trembling in his arms, begging for him to never leave him again.

But tomorrow Mike would wake up and not remember any of this. And if Will were to ask him about it, he’d reply that he didn’t mean anything he said. That it was all a mistake. That it was only extreme grief and copious amounts of vodka that made him utter such words, but Will tries to ignore every invading thought. Thoughts driven only by fear—a defense mechanism designed to shield his heart by preparing him for some hypothetical worst case scenario like last time. Because something inside him was fully aware that he had slipped over that edge and he was falling once again for the idea of spending the rest of their lives together. And that maybe he wouldn’t survive this time if it all went wrong.

But it won’t. Not this time. This time it’ll be different—no more hiding.

“Hey, hey...it’s gonna be okay. I’m here...” Will whispers to him as he brings a hand up to stroke the back of Mike’s head, his hair the slightest bit damp to the touch, and then slowly his shaking begins to subside. “I know it hurts. But it’s gonna be okay... maybe not right now, but someday.”

Mike’s sobs taper off until the only sound filling the space in the room was REO Speedwagon’s Keep On Loving You;

“…When I said that I love you, I meant that I love you forever…”

Will rocks him gently side to side, humming the song as if it were a lullaby. Eventually Mike grows heavier in his arms and Will realizes it would be better for Mike to sleep in a bed, so he tries to rouse him. “Mike?”

No answer, so he tries again, giving him a little shake. “Mike…Mike?”

“Hmm.”

“Come on, let’s get you to bed—”

He groans at the suggestion.

“You can’t sleep like this, come on…”

Mike mumbles—it sounds like he was asking him to stay.

“I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”

He finally manages to help him up, but they only get as far as the sofa bed right behind them. At first they both stay sitting at the very edge, with Mike still trying to hold onto Will, but in the end, Will gently eases him towards the pillow and he goes out like a light.

Will tilts his head as he leans over him, then reaches a hand out—at first it was to simply push back the hair from Mike’s eyes, but right after, he caresses his cheek with the back of his hand. Even with puffy eyes and tear-soaked skin with splotches of red, he was beautiful. Maybe more so now than ever before.

And Will felt guilty for wanting to capture Mike in such a dark moment. But that feeling didn’t stop him from picking up his sketchbook off the floor and opening it to an empty page…

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Oh Baby, Baby III

Year later… oopsies. Here is oh Baby Baby part 3!!! I hope you enjoy it.

Warnings/ smut, breeding kink, lactation kink, tall of pregnancy and doctors, etc.

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They’d done it.

After two ovulation cycles and days worth of trying, they’d finally done it. Y/N had noticed a bit of a change in herself, how she was having fits of nausea and how she was feeling a bit more sensitive then usual and decided that maybe it was time for her to take a test.

They bought a few to keep in the bathroom and that morning she had peed on the stick while Harry was cooking breakfast, she let the test sit hidden in the drawer because she didn’t want him to know she took it, and waited till he left to see the result.

It was positive. She was pregnant. At first she didn’t really believe it, so she waited till she needed to pee again to check and it came out positive again. Y/N was in tears, rubbing her now small tummy with a smile on her face. Soon she’d have a little piece of her and Harry that she’d wanted this whole time.

After thinking about how she would tell Harry, she decided to go searching for a little toy bunny, wanting to put it in the oven along with the tests. She couldn’t wait to find out, to see his reaction. They’d been waiting for this moment for so long.

He was hoping that she would be pregnant soon. The more they tried, the more excited he got for an actual little one. They looked at parenting blogs together at night. Y/N has become a staple in his bedroom with the bigger bed, walking around in his shirts. It was oddly domestic already, and he has a feeling that perhaps he was in trouble.

He adored Y/N before but now she was even more precious to him. He wanted her to be comfortable and pregnant soon. Wanted to know he was a father as soon as possible. That was a goal of his. Not that the sex wasn’t incredible. It was.

Mind blowing, fantastic, even more so because they shared a common goal. He was in his prime.

She was sweet to him, and gave him affection and it had changed their friendship. Sure they were goofy and stuff but... there was a shift. Neither of them talked about it though.

“Y/N, babe. You okay?” She seemed antsy this morning. He’d made breakfast and went to the bedroom to change, coming back to her sitting on the counter twiddling her thumbs.

“Yeah, I’m alright.” She let out a little yawn, “I’m gonna do some groceries today, but... think I’m just going to chill out.” Y/N explained, laying back down comfortably on his bed. They’d really just been staying in his room, it’s been a while since she’d ever touched her room. Thankfully, she’d hidden the test there so he wouldn’t find them too early. She still had to make sure.

“When are you gonna be home?” Y/N asked, admiring him as he fixed his hair in the mirror. She wanted to think of what they’d have for dinner, something easy and simple. She had a feeling that she would have a hard time keeping it in, she was already wanting to blurt it out.

Y/N wondered if things would change now that she was pregnant, wondered if he would still wanna have sex if they ever got horny of if he’d still cuddle her and kiss her in bed. She had yet to kiss him in any other situation, only when they were getting intimate. She’d had to stop herself plenty of times though.

“Around 4, I think? We’re doing a bit of writing and meeting with someone. I’ll hurry up though cause I know you wanted to get frozen yogurt tonight.” She has been wanting it for a bit but Harry hasn’t been able to get out to grab it for them, so they’d planned on going out later to get some together. A nice outing.

“Are you going to cook or did you want me to grab some dinner?” He asked as he turned around, buttoning up his cowboy themed embroidered shirt.

It never got old, seeing her laying on his bed and in his clothes. They’d had great sex last night, but still he felt locked and loaded. If she wanted sex he would drop anything for it. Maybe he was pussy whipped? It didn’t matter to him though. He just wanted it.

“Okay, just keep me updated and grab whatever you’d like for dinner, babe.” Y/N nodded, planning in her head. “Text me a list of things you want me to get at the store, yeah? Be safe. Love ya.” She got up to give him a quick hug and kiss on the cheek before she sent him on his merry way. It felt incredibly domestic, but she was okay with that.

Once he left it was go time, deciding she needed to get a plan in action. She was so excited about telling him that she was nervous, she’d just kept it from him and that was hard enough but, she needed to figure out a way to make it as inconspicuous as possible. Yes she wanted frozen yogurt but this was more important.

It felt like things were falling into place though. She knew realistically she couldn’t have been all that pregnant, but she had to make a doctors appointment and get all that sorted. She checked Harry’s schedule and booked an appointment for a day they were both free. It was happening.

Harry worked and texted her about his clementine wants, waiting eagerly to get home to see Y/N. It had been like this for a bit now. He couldn’t wait to get home to Y/N for their tome to hang out and cuddle and kiss and then fuck. It was one of the most fun times of his life if he was being honest.

He grabbed pizza and salad on the way home from work, making his way up the stairs with a spring in his step. He missed her quite a bit. It was odd, the shift in their relationship. Always had been attached at the hip, but even more so now. It was great though. He didn’t regret a thing.

“Honey, I’m home!” He joked, kicking the door closed behind him. Coming to see her every day was a relief on his soul. Harry wasn’t an overly anxious person normally, but any stress he had melted when he walked in and felt her.

Y/N has set everything up, feeling herself getting all anxious as the clock came closer and closer to hitting 4. She’d spent the whole day feeling all giddy, that bubbly feeling in her stomach while she wondered if she should film his reaction or if she should just keep it between them. It was the little things that she thought would make one hell of a difference in the long run.

When she heard him bust through the door she smiled, letting out a little chuckle. “Hi, Angel boy, how are ya?” She asked, noticing the pizza box. Y/N was wondering if she should tell him now or later, feeling like she wouldn’t be able to keep it in for much longer.

She set up her phone secretly next to the jar of flower and hit record, going to give him a hug and help him put the food down. “How was the writing session?” She asked, wanting to keep the conversation normal.

“S’good! You know how they go. Same old same old. Got a few choruses done.” He murmured, placing the pizza box down. For some reason she seemed off. Not in a bad way but, different. He was confused as to why but he squinted his eyes at her a bit, watching carefully. Hm. What was she up to?

“What are you up to, babe?” He asked, approaching further and holding on to her waist. His fingers wiggled a bit against the warmth of her body, tickling her sides. “You seem a bit different.”

He was just like that with her. He could tell the differences in her and the behavior she showed very easily. They hadn’t been best friends since birth without reason.

“Ah! There’s that smile. What’s goin’ on. Did that copyright deal go through?”

Y/N couldn’t stop giggling, shaking her head as she tried to get him to stop. “Harry!” She squealed, “I’m okay I— stop!” Y/N whined, pushing at his arms to get him to stop. It was now it never. She realized that she couldn’t keep anything from him and well, she wanted to celebrate with him.

“Yes, it went through but, could you check the oven for me?” Y/N asked, looking up at him as if she was simply just asking him to do something for her. His confused expression had her laughing a bit, “go on, check it.” She spoke, nodding towards the oven.

Inside was a little bunny stuffed animal holding her two positive pregnancy tests. She decided that since he often called her bunny she decided use the play on words of, bunNY in the oven. Hopefully if he didn’t understand, the test would give him a clue.

He furrowed his brows but nodded. Did she make cookies or something for him? That would be amazing.

He opened it and was confused. Why the fuck was there a stuffed bunny in the oven. But it was holding something. Looking at her with curious eyes, he reached inside to pull it out. His heart nearly stopped as he realized just what the rabbit was holding.

He choked slightly, looking closer to make sure they said what he thought they said. Positive. Two positive tests in the stuffed bunnies hands. Turning to look at her with wide green eyes, he looked between her and the rabbits hands over and over again.

“Are you kidding?” He asked slowly. “This isn’t a joke, right? Cause if I cry over a joke, I’ll be mad.” He felt his eyes burn. Was he going to be a dad? He needed to hear it from her mouth. Her confirmafion.

Y/N made sure that he was in frame before her looked in, standing there watching him with her hands covering her mouth. The look on his face was priceless, tears pricking are her own eyes as he took out the bunny and the tests and started putting the pieces together.

“I’m not joking.” Y/N said honestly, letting out a little laugh because she couldn’t hold it in anymore. It was hitting her that she and Harry were going to be parents. “I found out this morning, but I wanted to tell you in a cute way.” She felt the tears threatening to fall so she let them.

Of course she’d expected to get emotional about this, but not like this. She thought that she’d be emotional because she was finally having a baby, finally going to fulfill her dream of being a mom, but she was more emotional because she would be doing those things with harry.

“Baby?” His lip trembled as he put the bunny and tears down and immediately scooped her up. He hugged tightly, kissing whatever skin he could get to. He was quieter than he had expected, but he also hadn’t expected himself to cry so much because of it.

Letting her go, he got to his knees and picked up the shirt, hiding himself under it and whispering to the baby. It wasn’t a bump yet but Harry was goinf to protect her and her tummy like no ones business.

“Hi, my baby.” He kissed over the skin, feeling Y/N pull the shirt up for him so he could breathe better. “Hello in there. Daddy is so happy you’re here, yeah? We love you so very much.” He rubbed his cheek against her skin, holding her hip in place and the other hand tracing on her tummy.

“The most loved and spoiled baby in the universe. Gonna have all the love and care you could possibly get. Yeah? Mummy is so happy too, I know she is.” He pressed tender kisses to her stomach all over, feeling her hand massaging his hair.

“Yeah.” Y/N let out a tearful giggle, nodding her head as she immediately wrapped her arms around him and gripped him tight. She swore she was the happiest girl in the world. This was certainly the best day of her life, she’d never forget this moment and lucky for her she had captured the whole thing.

When he got on his knees and let himself under the shirt she left herself let out another little happy sob, smiling because she knew exactly what he was doing. She’d done the same thing earlier in the bathroom. Y/N looked down at him with the happiest look on her face, her hand gently combing through his hair to comfort him.

They were doing this together. She’d never have it any other way. Y/N couldn’t imagine anyone else who would be better, she was confident this was the right choice. She knew then that she was in love with Harry, more than a friend. He was the father of her child and the man that made her the happiest.

When he came back up she hugged him tightly again, nuzzling her face against his chest and just swaying their bodies peacefully. “I’m so happy.” She breathed out, sniffling a bit.

“I don’t even know how to describe it:” he knew they’d been trying but it seemed so distant. Now that they had what they wanted, he was the happiest man on earth and that was it. He didn’t need anything but his baby and Y/N and that’s the truth.

“Got so much to do. Gotta make appointments and go shopping and get you more vitamins...” he breathed. “Fuck, I should have gotten you more protein besides pizza. M’sorry, Bunny.” He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her mouth. He was so happy.

“I’m unsure how to express how happy I am besides with crying and kisses.” He sniffled with a watery giggle, cupping her face in his hands and wiping her own wetness from her cheeks before he kissed all over her soft face and ending it with a bit of a steamier kiss to her mouth.

“I know H, but we have time.” Y/N spoke with a hum, “made an appointment for Monday with my obgyn... I made sure your schedule was clear. I also looked up the vitamins and have them on auto ship every month. And I bought a bunch of food at the grocery store so... pizza is perfect.” She had a lot of time on her hands today.

What she wasn’t expecting was to receive a kiss on the mouth. Y/N wasn’t complaining though, his kisses had become one of her favorite things if not the favorite and she’d happily take them whenever she could get. “‘s okay, I know how you feel.” She cooed, sniffling a bit herself.

That last kiss did have her heart rate picking up as flutters erupted in her belly. Y/N happily gave him the same energy back, hands traveling up his arms. She loved this. She loved him. Y/N let out a little moan against his lips, not expecting to get so turned on. They didn’t need to try anymore, but he still managed to get her going.

She was wearing little shorts and a shirt. He wanted her. It was sudden but his emotions were hard and hot and he wanted her so badly, he kissed harder and grabbed her ass in his hands, motioning for her to jump up into his arms. Yes.

“Shhh, sh. Let me.” he grabbed the fabric and shuffled them as he put her on the counter, letting them get down far enough so he could get his hand in there and rub over her cunt.

“So sexy, givin’ me what we need. My good girl.” He was high on emotion and need and happiness. Who could blame him for it? He needed Y/N and her pussy and he couldn’t stop it. Her gasp was loud but he didn’t care. All he cared about was showing her how much he appreciated her and how she was going to be treated with him. She was going to love it.

“Jus’ let me play. You did such a good job, growin’ my baby in there. My good girl. Givin’ me everything I want, have a perfect mouth and pussy, just.. fuck.” She was easily wet with his fingers rubbing her clit and through her slit. He loved her.

Y/N let out a loud whine, jumping up when he tugged upward and wrapped her legs around his hips. It was definitely unexpected but certainly welcomed, especially with how excited and happy she was to know they’d finally done it. His reaction to it just made her even more emotional and then that kiss? He could take her now if he wanted.

She had started kissing at his neck, nipping and biting here and there. It was then that Y/N remember her phone was still recording all of this and what had originally started as a sweet video was now turning into a sex tape but she didn’t care. She’d crop the two videos later. Now was her time to enjoy.

“Fuck Daddy...” She breathed out, feeling herself throb against his fingers. Y/N was wet already but in all honesty, when was she never not wet when around Harry? The realization that she loved him just made her even more reactive, whines and whimpers escaping her as she continued on with her steamy kisses.

“Mm, yeah. I need you. So badly.” He knew he had been inside of here just mere hours ago. But he had found that her cunt was addicting and he wasn’t ever getting tired of it.

Moving her pants down with his free hand, he moved them so they were thrown to the ground. No panties? It’s like she knew that Harry was going to fuck her as soon as he came home.

“Cmon. Need to be careful with you.” He picked her up and carried her to the bed. “Can’t fuck you on the counter right now, as much as I want to my sweet girl. Have t’be safe.” He placed her in the bed, tossing his belt to the side. She looked beautiful. Bare on the bottom, mouth swollen and wet just like her cunt.

“How do you want me to have you, hm? On your back? Want to ride me? Or do you want to go on your knees for me first.” He had found she had quite liked that.

Y/N let out a happy sigh, glad he wasn’t going to tease her because she just needed him now. “Can I ride you? Please...” She had been thinking about it all day. He was always the one to fuck her and she loved it, but lord knows she could give him one hell of an orgasm while being on top.

She had reached out to pull his pants off, allowing him to unbutton his shirt while she pulled hers off. Once he was on the bed she wasted no time in climbing on top of him, cupping his jaw in her hands while she kissed him passionately. She let her hips roll over him a few times, letting out a pleased moan. “I need you so bad..” Y/N whimpered, moving her hand to guide him into her.

Having sex while your pregnant is certainly the safest sex you can have. There is no way to hurt the baby so long as you don't go crazy, no way to get pregnant again, and naturally you’re more sensitive and hormonal. Y/N especially felt it in her nipples, even her shirt rubbing on them felt tender.

“I know you do, my sweet girl. God…” he groaned. Everything about her right now was his absolute dream. His best friend, his favorite person in the world, was giving him a damn baby. A child just for them. Harry wanted to be a father more than anything and now he got to do that, all thanks to her. “Have so much to thank you for. So fucking gorgeous… full of my baby, thank you.” He nuzzled into her breasts. “Gave me the greatest gift anyone could ask for.”

Harry was truly grateful for her. When this idea had just been a concept he had worried it would strain their bond but if anything? It’s brought them closer in more ways than anyone would ever be able to believe.

She was the perfect mother for his child. Kind, intelligent, strong, creative… everything he could ask for in a partner to raise a child. This mind blowing sex was only an added bonus.

“Can't wait until you’re fully swollen with our baby, darling. Until you’re so sensitive you’re begging for my cock… mm, I’m not going to be able to keep my hands off of you, am I?” A rhetorical question because there was no way in hell he could. His hands ran over her hips and settled one over her stomach. It wasn’t extended by much yet but it was firmer than normal, the observation felt straight in his cock as she sat on top of him. Stuffed full of him, enjoying the delicious stretch in her walls.

Harry enjoyed watching her head roll back and her hands grab on to her breasts, his mouth watering when he realized just how fucking perfect they were. How soon, they’d be full of milk. How he could take full advantage of that. It was definitely a more taboo want other his, but sitting up and taking one of her nipples into his mouth had him confirming he couldn’t fucking wait.

“Fuck.” He groaned against the spit sticky skin, tongue lapping over the swollen nipple. Her hips rolled and squeezed around him causing the both of them to moan. One hand steadied her hip while the other held the breast he hadn’t tended to yet, making sure she didn’t feel lonely. “Can't wait for you to be full of milk… n’let me fix it all. Want to taste it all over my tongue, pretty girl. Always want that.”

Y/N didn’t expect that to fall from his mouth right now, but it fed into her own desires. Another slow roll of her hips, cock clenched hard inside the slicked up cunt, she felt incredible. Her best friend, father of her child and completely and utter sex match talking about taking a taste of her in a brand new way… She couldn’t ask for more.

“Mhm… can have whatever you want. Anything you want, your mouth feels so good. Going to take such good care of me and our baby, won’t you?” Her hands threaded through his silky locks, pulling his face back to her chest and giving a breathy sigh of pleasure as her nipple was taken back into his mouth.

He moaned into the skin while flicking his tongue back and forth against the bud that would eventually produce it. Knowing she was seriously pregnant now lit up a fire inside of him. A primal one that called to the most deprived human nature there was. In his mind, he was going insane knowing people would see her and know she was taken by someone. Eventually they’d know it was him, and know she was satisfied and full of his child. No one else’s.

“I’ll take care of your every need. You and my baby… fuck, I have to.” He flipped them over again, pulling her legs back around his hips. “I’ll let you finish on top, Angel. But I need to take it for a bit.” Harry’s green eyes flashed darkly as he connected their lips, pulling his hips back and began to fuck into her. It wasn’t fast, no. It was deep. So fucking deep it had her seeing stars, the hands in his hair tugging roughly and whines crawling from her throat as she clung to him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” She sulked as she felt every single inch of him slam inside of her. Sensitive beyond belief, Y/N swore she could feel every vein on him, every silky inch of skin of him. “You’re so deep… no ones ever been this deep.” She arched her back as he thrust back inside.

Harry lowered on to his forearms, mouth at her ear as he kept the steady thrust of his hips. “N’No one ever will, Darling. No one will ever be this deep, no one else will have their cum catch like mine has. No one else has the pleasure of knowing… you’re full of their fucking child. That this cunt belongs to me.” His gravely tone sent chills through her body as she clung closer, a weak attempt of a moan escaping her throat as he got deep again.

It was the possessive words that had her cunt sopping wet. The deep timber of his voice radiating through her body and going back down to her cunt, the slide of Harry’s thickness inside of her edging her closer towards her own orgasm. It was almost embarassingly fast but it was like Harry was hand picking things from her brain to make her the most aroused she had been in her life.

“It does.” She simpered. “Belongs to you, H. Please- you’ll make me cum talking l-like that.” The warning fell in eager ears. Oh- he knew.

“Then cum. M’not stopping at one.”

Harry knew all about about he was going to do. The orgasms he was going to give her with his hands, his fingers, his cock. How he was going to wreck her into a crying mess and spend the rest of their night cuddling and him keeping her as close as humanly possible, hand on her stomach and kissing all over it when she let him. He knew that this was only the beginning of the multitude of pleasures that they were going to provide for one another- and he couldn’t fucking wait.

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“Harry, please. For the love of god, sit down.” The pregnant woman was stressed. Watching the father of her child and best friend pace the examination room at their first doctors appointment was slightly endearing. Knowing he was so anxious and excited to be here made her even more happy and solid about their choice to do this together- but… “if you keep pacing I’m going to get motion sickness from watching you.” An exaggeration of course, but he didn’t know that.

Harry snapped out of his trance and his stressed features softened, pulling the chair to sit next to her. Her smaller hand was taken into his warm one, knuckled brough to his lips as he smudged a few kisses on to them with his slightly chapped lips. “Sorry. I’m just excited. And nervous. Want to make sure everything is going okay with them.”

If there was one thing she could say, it was that Harry was attentive. Since finding out just a few days prior, Harry had multiple new prenatal vitamins delivered to the doorstep. Amazon packages with parenting books- the ones they didn’t already own- a new pregnancy pillow, pregnant woman teas so she could drink safely… he had been horrified when researching how many herbs could potentially harm their little one. He was extra cautious and Y/N couldn’t help but appreciate his attention to detail.

“I know.” She softened up and gave him her best warm look of reassurance. “I’m sure everything is fine. Please, love.” His hand was tugged up to her mouth and given a kiss on the wrist. “I love that you’re just as excited. The doctor will be in any minute. You’ve got to relax for me.” It was comical really. One would assume that he would be the one soothing her nerves but Harry was the parent that was stressing out. Normally cool, calm and collected Harry was a mess over a fetus.

Their fetus, though.

To his credit, Harry calmed down significantly and behaved well when the doctor finally made it. There was a feeling he couldn’t describe in his chest as more than warm and fuzzy when she had greeted them as ‘mom and dad’. Knowing he was cemented as their child’s father even in someone else’s eyes, his hands holding her single one as he leaned against her and watched. The sticky ultrasound gel was applied as she chatted with Y/N about her feelings and morning sickness while Harry kept his eyes bouncing from her face to the wand on her stomach to the fuzzy looking screen.

He always knew he would be emotional, but the tears that choked him as he heard the wooshing of their little one’s heartbeat sent him spiraling. The view was a bit difficult because the doctor said they were turned away from them, but it didn’t matter. Harry sniffled, leaning down and pressing warm kisses to the top of Y/N’s head.

“S’our baby.” He said in awe, the sound filling the room. “We made them, yeah? Keeping it alive and cozy inside of you… I can never Thank you enough.” He tilted her chin up and gave her a small kiss, one appropriate enough for someone else to witness. “Can I record it? On my voice notes?” He asked quietly to the doctor who looked at the overwhelmed father to be with fond eyes, nodding at his request. It was saved immediately, recording sent to Y/N.

The man was reeling even as the sound cut off. Fuzzy in the brain after hearing their child’s signs of life for the first time. They were too small to feel for Harry, to see, but he was looking forward to every and any change she would be going through. He wanted it all. Wanted to experience and document it all. The photos of the ultrasound were printed and his was tucked right into his worn brown wallet. Safe keeping, but more than anything else, ease of access.

Y/N knew why he was oddly quiet as they left, a protective hand wrapped around her and cradling her nearly flat stomach as they walked out to the car. Helping her in as if she was made of glass, kissing her knuckles, buckling her in. He was moving eyed and giddy, but so utterly overwhelmed was ridiculous. Y/N looked at him in understanding, holding his hand in her own once he sat in the driver’s seat. Radiance exuding from her skin, looking more beautiful than he had ever seen her, he knew his life was about to change in the best way possible.

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[perfectly-clear-from-here]

ty @alexturnersmommy for the tag!! 15 questions/15 mutuals - right. here we go

1. are you named after anyone?

nope. wish i could say more but its simple as that 😭

2. when was the last time you cried?

oversharing and its bitter aftertaste ahhh fuck it. sobbed my face off few days ago on monday at my grans grave

3. do you have kids?

nah. jesus do i want kids? ehhhh- nah no youre aright

4. do you use sarcasm a lot?

...probably. nevermind - yes. one of the phrases i say the most is "aw you've only went and done it havent ye." in a really angry voice when someones done absolutely nothing- which is really confusing cause i also say it in a less angry voice when someone does something really good?? ah

5. what’s the first thing you notice about people?

their voice!! i find it really easy to like someone if their voice sounds nice and also the opposite, do love a good accent.

6. what’s your eye colour?

hazel ig?? ive got central heterochromia so the centre of my eyes are brown and the rest is green.

7. scary movies or good endings?

good ending all the way. having said that, i am an avid agnst enjoyer so put your characters through hell as long as everything works out <3

8. any special talents?

uhhh i can moonwalk and half stand on my head- that's fun at parties 😭

9. where were you born?

glasgowwwwwww... like 3 months before i should have been 😭

10. what are your hobbies?

writing (shameless plug: read my fic ahhh its my pinned post), playing guitar, sticking ungodly amount of posters and magazines on my wall and uhhh love a good wee dj sesh i wont like *record scratch*

11. do you have any pets?

got a cat called derrikk. aye.

12. what sports do you play/have you played?

does dance count as a sport? eh what the hell. dance, sailing if you count it as a sport- longboarding...if you can count that as a sport 😭 used to do basketball.

13. how tall are you?

oh here we go. i'm 6'... let me tell you i am unstoppable (very much stoppable im an unbalanced bastard) in heels

14. favourite subject in school?

music tech and drama - only class where i can just chuck on my headphones and listen to music while editing projects stuff and in drama i love a good wee bit of the spotlight

15. dream job?

wanna be a film writer and director!! #my first screenplay is a mile long and very much unfinished

oh heres the fun part (remembering tags has to be one of my weaknesses) no pressure/dw if youve already been tagged!: @ballad-of-what-could-have-been @uhbasicallyjustmilex @rainymongerbanditweasel-blog @smokinnicsuckindic @mileskanex christ my memory is actually gonna be the death of me, anyone who wants it, you're tagged!

#oversharing and its bitter aftertaste #kidding #this was alot of fun!

[kennysboxergf]

omg the niko alphabet is chef’s kiss, pls we need one for aj🫶

Alphabet ~ AJ Shabeel

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He would go straight to the shower. Clean up and stuff but after giving you tons of praise and kisses.

And if you join him when he’s there then 🤭🤭

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and their partners)

His favourite body part of himself is his dick, he’s got a lot to be proud of there (making up for his height)

And he probably loves your cunt. He’s a very simple man ya know? Also your waist, he loves just wrapping around your waist whenever the two of you are together outside, also when you’re riding him, he’s holding on to your waist.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum)

Can recover ridiculously fast. He’s always up for another round and you look over and he’s already fucking hard again. Also loves watching you swallow his cum if you’re blowing him (makes you stick your tongue out to see it all gone)

D = Dirty secret (self explanatory, a secret of theirs)

There was definitely an occasion he asked you to tie him up and ride him. And he loved the experience and wants to repeat it soon. He isn’t into this all the time because he loves touching you but he thinks there is something different about not being able to give in to that urge and it kinda turns him on. He hasn’t been able to tell you this yet though because he doesn’t know how to phrase it right.

E = Experience (how experienced are they)

He’s pretty experienced I would say, he’s been with a few women. He definitely knows how to get you screaming his name.

F = Favorite position 

Missionary, he said it in a video and it makes sense with him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious or goofy at the moment?)

Not goofy but like mean teasing. He’s making fun of you and the noises you’re making. But he loves them and never lets you hold any in but there’s no way he’s going to fuck you without making fun of you, it’s in his nature.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they)

I think he’s pretty lazy when it comes to grooming. There’s hair there, sometimes it’s kinda wild. But he’s a clean person, he just doesn’t like shaving.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment?)

He’s very close to you. Focused on you and you only when he’s making you feel good. He’s kinda addicted to his phone tho, if he gets a text or call during the build up (so when he’s not inside you) he will probably answer it and pretend like the two of you aren’t naked right now.

J = Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

He’s very loud when he’s jerking off, and he’s pretending it’s your mouth on his dick instead of his hand. Most of the time he tries to find you instead of jerking off but when he does he makes sure to tell you about how he touched himself to you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Degrading/praising depending on you. If you like to be degraded he will happily oblige but he’s cool with praise too. He just likes talking to you during it. 

Choking you. It’s either gentle pressure on your neck or a full hand over your mouth, pressure hard enough to bruise. He doesn’t wanna cut your air off just choke your words and moans, the barely there noises turn him on further.

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

He likes the hiding of fucking in public places. Bathrooms and stuff. Also hotels (I paid for it, let’s wreck the bed). But nothing can really beat the bedroom at home because you can be as loud as you want. He is kinda an exhibitionist tho can’t lie.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Girlie if you walk out in a tank he’s immediately on you. He's always up and ready. You bend over and oh no suddenly he’s there behind you how did that happen?

N = No (something they wouldn’t do)

There isn’t much he wouldn’t try, but he is quite picky and loves sticking to routine so it would take a while for soemthing ti be incorporated into your daily sex life.

Doesn’t like the mess of food play tho or any of the weird puppy shit (speaking of this Sharky is probably into weird puppy/kitten shit, I said what I said) He would probably like being called names like daddy or whatever but no master shit he doesn’t wanna own you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving)

I think he LOVES getting head because he’s got so much control and he can see you down there on your knees and then he gets to watch you swallow his cum? He LOVES IT. He would give it too but he loves getting it more.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

Fast and rough all the way. Fucking you out quicker than a F1 car. And he’s rough, grabbing whatever he can and bruising it with his grip.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often)

He totally would. It’s never his preference cus he loves talking you through it but he would have quickies all the time. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks)

He likes to stick to what he knows most of the time but there are rare occasions he brings something new into the bedroom to try out and if it sticks it sticks otherwise he’s back to what he knows. But it’s always unexpected with AJ.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

It’s almost always multiple rounds if you aren’t in a time crunch (sometimes even if you are). He is consistently needy and will go multiple times in a night. His rounds are fast though, but never unsatisfactory.

T = Toy (do they own toys? do they use them?)

Meh he doesn’t need them. He might have a few like bondage type things (rope, handcuffs) but like nothing too extravagant.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

OH MY GOD. He’s so unfair, teasing you endlessly when you can’t do anything, going so far as to make you cry. Teasing all the time, never giving you a break. Even after you come he’s still teasing you. But you try and do it back and he comes home to show you why you shouldn’t do that. (It only wanna makes you do it more tho, so he repeats what he did that night 🤭)

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s relatively loud, he doesn’t care if anyone hears him. He’s also panting and grunting. 

W = Wild Card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Would pull your hair, and he kinda loves doing it because he loves how soft your hair feels.

X = X-Ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

He keeps chatting about how he makes up for his height in other areas and with the way he acts, I believe him. definitely on the larger side with 6-7 inches, it isn’t thick but it works.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

So much, so high. He is always up and ready for it, and like I said, a quick recovery period so that means even MORE sex.

Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Meh, he probably chills on his phone, or talks with you afterwards, sleeps like an hour or so later if the two of you don’t end up going again.

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sorry for the late reply 🫶 all the requests are slowly in the works so please be patient with me 😭

but anyway as always requests are open and please come by and say hi <3

#beta squad #aj shabeel #aj shabeel x reader #aj shabeel x you #smut #alphabet

[uramilf]

Day Six - Gingerbread House

Warnings: This has some smutty thoughts at the start but no actual smut

Matty came home late from the studio the next night. He crawled into bed at what must’ve been after 2am, falling asleep so quickly that he didn’t notice Mayhem jumping onto the bed and curling up in a ball beside him. He didn’t usually dream of nice things, but his head was full of thoughts of Y/N the entire night. He dreamed of what Christmas was going to be like with her, how well she would get on with his mum and little brother. He dreamed of sneakily stealing kisses when no one was looking. But mostly, he dreamed of what it would be like to fuck her in the spare room, hand over her mouth so she wouldn’t wake anyone up with her pretty moans.

He woke up the next morning replaying thoughts of a couple of nights before, in front of the fireplace. He shook the images from his head when his phone rang, rubbing a hand over his eyes before reaching out to get it from the nightstand. Her name lit up his phone and he smiled, hitting the green accept call button.

“Morning, pretty girl.” “Morning, baby. How does it feel to be finished in the studio?” “Incredible. I’ve been counting down the days to the start of my Christmas holiday.” “Well, do you wanna come over and celebrate the proper beginning of Christmas?” “I’d love to, darling. Just give me an hour to shower and walk Mayhem. Then I’ll be right over.”

—————

An hour later, Matty came through Y/N’s door with a shout of “Babe, I’m here!” “Kitchen!” she called back, the sound of an old Beatles song muffling her voice. Matty walked down the hall and stuck his head into the kitchen, laughing at the mess on the kitchen table. Baking ingredients and equipment were spread out over the surface: icing sugar, sprinkles, chocolate chips, piping bags.

“What the fuck happened in here?” he laughed. “Went to Tesco this morning and bought some stuff,” she shrugged. “Yeah, I can see that. Are we having a baking day, then?” “Nope, not quite. More like a decorating day,” Y/N said proudly, holding up a cardboard box with a picture of a perfectly constructed gingerbread house on the front. “We just need to put this together and decorate it. Simple.” “Babe, I’m not saying you’re not good in the kitchen, but ours will never look like that.” “Yes it will, grinch! We’re gonna make the best gingerbread house ever.” Matty sighed and rolled up the sleeves of his grey hoodie.

—————

“Matty, stop! That’s too much icing, the roof’s gonna slide off!” “No it isn’t!” he argued. “It’s fine, see?” Matty let go of the gingerbread roof and watched it slide and land on the table in a sticky mess. Y/N groaned. “You are now banned from construction. You can come back for decorating. Goodbye.” “What? I didn’t even do anything, babe!” “You’re wrecking my house!” she grumbled, banishing him to the other end of the table. Eventually she got the house to stick together. It looked rather wonky, but still. She looked at Matty smugly. “See? This is why I’m in charge in the kitchen.” “Yeah, and everywhere else, you fuckin’ dictator.” “You know it,” she grinned. “I’m sorry I wouldn’t let you touch my gingerbread house.” “No you’re not,” Matty smiled fondly. “No, I’m not,” Y/N agreed. “You’re really shit at it.”

Y/N started piping little icing swirls and wonky stars onto the gingerbread house, while Matty followed behind, sticking marshmallows and chocolate chips and pouring sprinkles wherever he saw fit. Y/N laughed at the messy concoction of biscuit and sweets, held together with runny icing. “Wait! We need snow!” Matty exclaimed before grabbing the icing sugar and sprinkling it on the roof of their little house. “Perfect,” Y/N said, leaning up against him. He leaned down to kiss her forehead. “Can we eat it now, then?” “No!” Y/N cried. “We need to at least take pictures of it. It looks too pretty.” Matty rolled his eyes playfully. Pretty definitely wasn’t the word to describe it, but to Y/N it was perfect.

—————

After a brief photoshoot of their gingerbread house, the pair settled on the sofa with a cup of tea each (Y/N still refused to let Matty eat any of it). “Thanks for today, babe. Good way to spend my first day off.” “Of course,” Y/N smiled. “I’m glad you came over.” “I love coming over,” Matty laughed. “I basically live here now, me and Mayhem.” “Just the way I like it,” Y/N replied, before catching his lips in a soft kiss.

#the 1975 #matty healy #matty healy x reader #matty healy imagines #matty healy blurb #christmas75

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #105

I did a much better job with my to-do list today.

I went to therapy and drew a picture. We're gonna keep working on my ability to have faith in the integrity of my own senses, perceptions, and experiences. From there, I did laundry, washed a bunch of dishes, and made whipped cream - one was just plain cream and sugar, and the other is cream and hot chocolate mix, beaten until it has a mousse-like consistency. I like to call that one "hot chocolate pudding"!

…You wanna know how to make it, doncha? 😁 Who wouldn't, ahahaha~! So I'll tell you:

You need 1 cup of heavy cream (or coconut cream, if you prefer!) and 8 tablespoons of hot chocolate mix. I use Sillycow Farms; it tastes really good, and it's vegan and gluten-free, just in case that matters.

Then you stick the heavy cream and the hot chocolate mix into a bowl, and beat the shit out of it until it's a consistency that you like. If you have a stand mixer (I have one of these, because trying to mix stuff together while dyspraxic is an exercise in messes and frustration…), it's very, very simple. Then, you have a bowl full of foamy, chocolatey goodness that is suitable for putting on ice cream, spreading around as frosting, sticking into tea, or just eating straight from the bowl with a spoon!

I will show you some pictures now!

This is the finished regular whipped cream. I wonder if you like this stuff:

This is what it looks like when you combine the hot cocoa mix and the heavy cream in the stand mixer:

Here is the resulting hot chocolate pudding!

...And here is the whisk I wish I could give to you to lick. Everyone should get an opportunity to lick a whisk that has tasty things on it:

...And this is Hoshi! Hoshi is sad that he can't have anything on the whisk (chocolate is poisonous to cats; they can't process the theobromine in it), so I gave him some scritches:

I also got around to trying that lychee and rose tea. Apparently there is also vanilla in it; I missed that little detail in my previous letter to you. Sorry about that. It's very good!! But I can't give you a cup of it. So I'll send along some pictures.

This is the tin it comes in:

Here's how it looked like after it was brewed; I used my fancy DINOSAUR MUG!!! OH MAN!!! 🤩🤩🤩

Here's how it looked after I added honey and milk:

I also cooked a steak! Because I need the iron! It's seasoned very simply with some salt, pepper, and garlic powder! It's good stuff!! I also can't give you any, and this is very sad, because this one turned out REALLY good!! So I'll send along a picture:

…I'm definitely in the "leave it mostly raw" camp, when it comes to steak. Naturally, you have to kill the surface bacteria to avoid getting sick (this is why I make the outside all brown and crispy), but that's pretty much it. I wonder how you like yours cooked, if you like beef at all. Some people don't, and that's okay too.

There's so much still that I wanna do today. Last time I was at the grocery, I managed to get the supplies needed to make a recipe that was sent to me in this space, and I'm VERY eager to try it out in the near future. Sadly though, I think I might have to wait until some of the other food I made is eaten so that we have room in the fridge…

…For some reason, I get the feeling that if you were around, we'd have absolutely no problem making room in the fridge, though, hahaha! For sure, I wish you could be here so I could give you all sorts of tasty and wholesome things to eat. There's a lot I wish I could give to you, actually. My world has its problems, for sure, but there's also lots of cool stuff to do - lots of good books to read, pretty places to go walking, awesome music to listen to, fun games to play, and enlightening things to watch. I really, really wish you could visit. You'd be safe here.

I can't really think of anything else to write today, so I guess I'll end things here. Don't lose sight of the fact that you're loved and that there are people who wish well on you.

I'll write again tomorrow.

Your friend, Lumine

#sephiroth #ThankYouFFVIIDevs #ThankYouFF7Devs #ThankYouSephiroth #final fantasy vii #final fantasy 7 #ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy vii crisis core #final fantasy 7 crisis core #final fantasy crisis core #ffvii crisis core #ff7 crisis core #crisis core #ff7r #final fantasy vii remake #final fantasy 7 remake #ffvii remake #ff7 remake #final fantasy vii rebirth #final fantasy 7 rebirth #ffvii rebirth #ff7 rebirth #final fantasy 7 ever crisis #ffvii ever crisis #ff7 ever crisis #ffvii first soldier #productive days #tasty snacks #wholesome

[wheelrismsarchived]

PSA

I really hate that i have to say this in the year of our lord 2022

but

NO ONE ON HERE OWES YOU A GOD DAMN DIDDLY THING

Now, I want you to repeat that to yourself while i go on my rant.

This is a fun space, its supposed to be a safe space. That means that YOU as the creator are able to tailor a dashboard for you and you alone. If you want nothing but quotes, do it. if you want to just rp dirty dirty smut all day, have a fucking blast. If you want to do nothing but have people on your dash you dont interact with but just like reading their stuff, go nuts.

BUT YOU DONT GET TO DICTATE HOW OTHER PEOPLE HAVE THEIR BLOGS.

If someone has a DNI list, let them have it. If you dont like it then I want you to click out of their blog, put them on a block list and move the fuck on. Seriously. Its that simple. We as writers dont owe anyone else anything. We dont owe them interaction, replies, time, devotion, nothing. If i wanna write with the same three people over and over again I can. We aren't in a rpg group, we arent bound by laws to interact just because YOU feel entitled to it. If someone has someone on a DNI list and doesnt wanna interact with someone who sticks up for them after awful behavior, then they have that right. You dont get to sit there and try and change their minds.

The ones that I love on here, you know who you are. The ones that are starting shit..go out and touch grass and get a fucking life my god.

cuz at the end of the day this is something that we find enjoyable in this fucked up world. Dont ruin it for the rest of us.

#lex speaks ooc #psa #yall can reblog