#and i drank like 2 energy drinks and 2 coffees

[floatingvamprejesus]

I wanna give Cassandra my death wish coffee and see what happens tbh

#resident lover #death coffee has more caffine then i think 2 energy drinks??? #one time i drank that THEN had a redbull. i heart gave out alittle (and my liver) #i am caffinee obsessed like cass #my sleep schedule is ALWAYS been fucked up so i get her being up at weird times #her infodumping is my favorite part of her #because i do it too and its amazing when someone actually wants to listen/know more <3 #Cass i love you and your really fucking funny #according to google a death wish cup has about 472 mg of caffeine #ima go drink some rn

[i-am-so-normal-about-radiostatic]

Vox biology headcanons I mentioned last time, because why tf not

• Vox has 2 brains Well, only technically. He has hardware needed to power a TV in his TV head and an actual, human brain just below his head, somewhere along high-chest level. The actual biological spine starts just under where the neck part of it would end, but instead of there being unsupported nothingness, there's a fucking metal spine that fills in the void. A bunch of wires extend from the hardware, forming a sort of secondary nervous system, allowing Vox to do all his tech bullshit.

The thickest of the wires runs all the way down Vox's spine and exits in the place where the tailbones would usually be, succesfully forming a tail. The tail actually can extend about 2 meters (or 6ft), but about half of it is tucked away inside his body. He can roll up the tail to about 25 cm (3ft : 4, 3/4 of a foot ig?) or extend it up to the afformentioned 2m/6ft. It's mainly used to be able to move around while charging or to be able to find a chargeport from the comfy spaces to sit.

Vox's tail is shaped like your standard computer charger, with the end being a B-type plug used in the US (due to him being American while alive). It is, as mentioned before, not actually a tail, but, rather a charging cable. After updating his head to a newer, more energy-consuming model it just appeared one day. As stated in previous hc's, Vox needs both sleep and charging, and here I explain why.

Basically, charging is for his hardware, and without it he can't do all his tech bullshit, overheats a lot and generally enters a state that is most simmilar to the flu. He also experiences problems with his display due to the hardware powering it literally dying.

Now, sleep in needed for his human brain. Without sleep he will show typical symptoms of a person who hasn't fucking slept in a while. What's suprising is that he won't notice for a while, since his biological NS (nervous system) will use the energy of his mechanical NS to stay alive (and vice versa!), but before the 'no sleep' symptoms set in, he'll have trouble with his memory due to the lack of sleep, which makes it unable for his short-term memory to be transfered to his long-term memory, and his ADHD making the whole short-term memory shit even worse. (Yes, he does have ADHD; will be explained in another post)

BONUS RADIOSTATIC

When Alastor dissapeared, Vox put himself on the amazing "23h work day" schedule and allowed himself one hour of charging time. Due to sufficient charging, his symptoms of lack of sleep were limited to shitty memory and light chronic fatigue, which kept progressively getting worse each year that Alastor was gone, but Vox substitued sleep and combatted his symptoms with...!!! (drumroll please!)

A shit ton of energy drinks, coffee (both drink and powder) and sugar mixed together into an unholy mixture that no other denizen of Hell nor Heaven would dare to touch with a 300m/900ft pole

So when Alastor returned to find his bf/husband barely alive (or, well, as alive as a demon can be) he analyzed his schedule and proceeded to seduce/force Vox into taking a week-long break to get some motherfucking sleep for once. Vox then proceeded to not be able to sleep on the first day and then completely crashing and sleeping about 60 hours straight (gay) on days 2-4. Alastor basically wandered around, cuddled Vox and was happy that his masterplan worked. After trying to make up for as much missed sleep as he could, Vox woke up, ate like 5 kg of spaghetti (Al was in the mood for pasta), drank like three big-ass bottles of water (about 4,5 liters), went to the bathroom and took an hour-long shower, after whichhe crashed back too sleep for another 12 hours before he stopped the sleep fest.

Alastor was both concerned and impressed at that, since that's a lot of fucking spaghetti, but also that's almost certainly more water than the average demon is supposed to drink per day.

In the end they went on a date and just chilled for the remaining time and Alastor made Vox a new, 6 hour work plan and he would't take 'no' for an answer.

(credits to @deppresion-soup for the tail thing and most of the Radiostatic bonus. It was their idea, I just kinda changed and expanded it in the 1:35 AM rush) (PS they have an amazing fic on ao3 with two-sided radiostatidc for once)

#radiostatic #hazbin hotel #fanfic #hazbin alastor #hazbin vox #headcanon #hazbin headcanons

[dksw0rld]

How I Achieved Glass Skin Without Trying

Yes, you read that right. I achieved glass skin literally without trying at all. With glass skin being pretty much the last thing on my mind actually. Partly because I was never insecure about my skin as I really didn't have any acne issues. I had smaller bumps on my forehead and a little bit on the other parts of my face but no big breakouts or chronic issues. Also partly because I was so focused on something else...want to learn how you can also achieve clear skin without actually trying to achieve clear skin? Keep reading for all the deets.

Okay, so, as I mentioned above - clear skin was not my focus. It was genuinely the last thing on my mind. My focus was on something better. My focus was (and is) on my overall health. Women nowadays are so focused on 10 step skincare routines to achieve clear skin and retain youthfulness. This is not me putting anyone down, if a 10 step skincare routine makes you happy than by all means continue on! I'm merely pointing out that women don't need to do all of that to heal their skin. The key word in that last sentence is heal. But enough of me talking, here's what I did to completely clear my skin by focusing on my overall health. **Everything I name below are things I still do.

Diet

I focused on consuming nourishing foods

I have veggies and / or fruit at every meal. No exception. I don't go a day without consuming them. I focus on foods that nourish my body from the inside out. I don't eat processed anything. I consume other types of carbs, not just bread or pasta.

2. I began to drink coconut water and pure pineapple juice first thing in the morning

I drink 8 - 10oz of coconut water mixed with pineapple juice every morning. I've seen a big difference with my hydration levels throughout the day.

3. I severely limited fizzy drinks

There's a specific brand of sparkling water I love (it's called Clear American) and I used to drink it regularly. There's nothing super unhealthy about this brand but it's still carbonated. When I began to limit drinking sparkling water, I noticed a difference in my body and skin. I also very rarely drink soda, and if I do it's always Ginger Ale. I mainly drink water with lemon, organic lemonade and hot tea.

4. I limit bread to one meal a day

I always eat a type of carb during breakfast as they give me the energy I need to go through the day. *Side note* carbs are not bad for you. Your body needs them! Processed carbs are what should be avoided. Anyways, I only eat bread one time a day and then I'll eat other types of carbs throughout the day. The bread I eat is always the least amount of processed possible. I only eat sourdough or whole grain bread. I like going to famers markets to purchase my bread. If I don't eat bread for breakfast then I'll potentially eat a slice or two at lunch but I avoid eating bread for dinner. I like to consume things my body can more easily break down at dinner.

5. I cut out alcohol

I never drank a whole lot. I've always been a 'glass of wine while hanging with my best friend' type of woman, but if I was out on the town I would drink cocktails. I cut mixed drinks out completely. If I go out I'll order a pineapple juice or ginger beer (which despite its name, is nonalcoholic). I will very occasionally have a glass of wine but that's about it.

6. I limited my caffeine intake

I have a cup of coffee with creamer and sugar in the morning and that's it for coffee. If I'm slowing down in the middle of the day I drink water first and make sure to get up and take a walk around my office to get my blood flowing. If I'm still dragging after a full cup of water and 30 minutes, I'll drink a chai, other caffeinated tea or a matcha.

Lifestyle

1. I shortened my skin care routine to 2-3 steps

Your skin does not need a lot. It needs to be taken care of from the inside out way more than it needs products on it. In the morning I do a serum, very very light exfoliation and a moisturizing hyaluronic acid lotion. At night I cleanse, put on eye cream and use the same lotion. Once or twice a week I'll do a face mask. That's it! When I switched to this simple routine and focused on my overall health, my skin began to thrive.

2. I began to walk more

I sustained an injury so I wasn't able to walk as much as I was before. Once my injury healed and I was able to walk again (in the midst of all the other changes I was making), I noticed a difference in my energy level and changes in my body. Walking is so great for you, including great for your skin!

3. I began to sleep with a satin pillowcase every night

I ditched the regular pillowcase and switched to a satin one. I did this switch for my hair, not my skin but I've noticed it's helped with my skin a lot as well.

That's it! Once I made these simple changes and was consistent with them, I began to notice how much more amazing I felt. Then one day I looked up and my skin was completely clear. Not a small bump in sight. You don't need to buy all these acne products off of Amazon to get rid of your problem areas. Focus on nourishing and healing your body from the inside out. That's the secret.

#self care #dk #skincare #love yourself

[usopps-devotee]

Wips 2

Touch of a God

Summary: pure smut, usopp going ham on your pussy

Tags: worship, titles (god), degradation, praise, light Dacryphilia, cream pie

The feeling of Usopps cock slamming against your walls was overwhelming. Time was a thing long since forgotten with the ache of your muscles being ignored as he drives himself into your abused cervix pulling you into another oragasm. Just bearly able to hold on to the man above as he fucks you through it. "You feel so good babe, come on keep squeezing me. I wanna fuck you till there's nothing left."

You both loved and hated when he got like this. Only his selfish desire remained of the man you loved and adored. Mind taken over by the sloppy pool of your cunt. Usopp's cum mixed with yours dripping down on to the bed sheets, as what was once a ring of white, now completely covered his dark cock.

He places small kisses on you ankle, admiring the jewelry that adorned his name on it. A reminder that he's the only one who can bend you like this, the only one who's allowed to break you long past the point of loud screams and tears running down your cheeks, the only one who's allowed to take from you until there's nothing else for him to take.

You're shaking in his grasp as his body is the only thing keeping you bound to this realm. Your mind is nothing but a hollow shell, desolate of any thoughts that are not of the man about you. Soul reduced to nothing but a martyr as his lips graced yours. Soft and plush dispite the rushed and feverish kiss, Usopp's tongue dance around your's, selfishly claiming it as his only territory as he drank down each moan you gave him.

Jealousy and lies

Summary: Usopp and his lies have gone too far, you're finally gonna take what's yours

Tags: no smut yet, alcohol use, jealousy

The way he's been acting had been making you sick, basking in the glory and attention of others. Lie after lie spews from his pretty lips, trying to impress anyone around him. Most importantly, trying to impress you.

Seeing him put on this show of his so many times makes your stomach turn as man and women fawn over his heroic fables. Yet you ignored it all in favor of the stranger sitting next to you. Two could always play this silly game.

You're both aware of how this will end, one of you drinking one too many drinks while the other stumbles to carry the drunken pirate back home to the sunny, safe, and sound. Though your false date tonight seems dead set on taking you home the best course of action seemed to be to drain his wallet with expensive alcohol, maybe flat out rob him later on tonight if you find yourself extremely upset about this situation as you have before.

Princess

Summary

Tags: no smut yet, royal titles, dom reader.

If there's one thing that doesn't change about your dynamic with Sanji, it is that he is your prince, and you are his queen. You have no idea how this word got into his vocabulary, let alone be said to your face. It had been a great morning, waking up to Sanji's tongue on your clit, getting to stay in bed longer because he took care of your morning chores, and breakfast waiting on you when you walked in to the kitchen. Although you worry about his restlessness, Sanji seemed to have extra energy, almost of if he were planning something.

Having a partner as a romantic such as your cook, the thought your sweetheart having devious intentions had yet to cross your mind. Yet somehow when asking if you would prefer tea or coffee while setting you plate down, Sanji decides now is a better time then ever to test your dynamic with one word that will get him into worlds of trouble. Princess.

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece smut #usopp x reader #usopp x you #god usopp #onepiece sanji #sanji op #sanji x reader smut #sanji x y/n smut #sanji smut #sanji x reader #usopp x reader smut #usopp x y/n smut #usopp smut #usopp x y/n #sanji #one piece sanji #usopp #one piece usopp #usopp one piece #straw hat usopp

[wjehfshs]

Hi can i request a reader that has infinite feral energy? Like reader acts as if he drank 27 cups of coffee and 29 cans of energy drinks everyday and he is just... feral af. People are scared of ghost because he is tall and scary but people are scared of reader because he is just so fucking unpredictable, if reader walks up to you he will either give you the tightest hug and pat your head or kick you in the shin and call you a loser while your on the floor crying over your poor shin, and it doesnt help the fact that reader also has the thickest, deepest european accent known to man. Reader made it his lifes mission to try and climb könig everytime he sees him. Price made it an official rule to never give reader any coffee or energy drinks because the last time reader drank coffee everyone had to suffer a sleepless night because reader was stomping up and down the halls. Does crazy shit with soap cuz c'mon we all saw it coming. Whenever reader gets tired (which is almost never) reader acts like a completely drunken man, bumping into things and walls, always trips on the stairs, dramaticly tumbles and falls, when he finally reaches the end of the stair case instead of getting up he just lays there on the ground re-thinking about his life choices, silently and blankly staring into space, this happens so much that tf141 makes bets on how long reader will stay on the floor. Readers favorite thing to do is chase and terrorise shadow company soldiers and new recruits, while chasing after them he will yell in his deep and heavy accented voice which causes the shadow company soldier and new recruits to think he is putting a curse on them.

Oh my god I love this

Reader is chaotic, crack fanfic, reader climbs König, MW/MW2 and Ghosts is kinda merged into one here with a huge select few of characters don’t ask why, male reader

Dude you where fucking terrifying

Energetic, heavy European accent, and completely feral

Before you came everyone thought Ghost was the scariest

Good god once they met you they feared for their sanity

Poor König can’t even stand without you climbing up on him

It’s like a daily thing

He’s just accepted it

You would grab onto his shoulders and climb up him like he’s a tree, then hug him like a Koala

Once you were given coffee by a rookie who didn’t know how feral you are

No one slept for the next 2 nights

Day and night you were running around, laughing, giggling, screaming, stomping

Like a literal child

After night 2 you crashed, on the stairs

Gaz found you laying on the stairs, face down just thinking, not blinking at all

“How long do ya think he’ll be there?” Soap asked

“I bet you 20 dollars he’ll be there for another 4 hours” Gaz laughed

Soap got the 20 dollars, you got up in 3 1/2 hours

Gaz was not happy but obliged anyways

The scariest part of you though was when you would chase people

The poor rookies would be screaming, running away as you laughed with your deep accented voice

You always caught them and tickled them

Ghost was just waiting for the day it was his turn to book it for the bunker as you chase him down

On the rare occasion you were tired, usually after a particularly tough mission, you were still just as bad

Stumbling around, giggling, no filter between your brain and mouth, and not to mention when you would randomly fall asleep anywhere

And I mean ANYWHERE

Once Price found you asleep in the shooting range after you stumbled in there in your tired, delirious state

Even with Rookies shooting guns and trying to ignore the man asleep in the corner of the room

You didn’t budge

But god did all of them breathe a sigh of relief

They wouldn’t trade you for the world, but they just couldn’t keep up

Once you went up to roach and nearly snapped him in half with a hug, he swore he heard a crack

But another time you went up to Keegan, hugged him, lifted him up, and threw him over your shoulder

Graves is usually the victim of your kicks

Rudy and Alejandro made a promise to each other to never give you any spicy food, who knows what could happen

Once you stole Alex’s prosthetic leg and ran around with it

He was hopping after you, screaming how it wasn’t fair as you just laughed manically

Farah once made the mistake of letting you use her bike

You rode around for the next 5 hours, once you finally got off everyone felt themselves melt from relief

Soap will occasionally rile you up when you’re actually sitting down, as calm as possible

He’ll do stuff like tickle you, make you laugh, anything to get you going again

Everyone loves you a lot but they have a lot of sleepless nights because of you

#cod x reader #cod #cod mw2 x reader #cod mw2 #cod mw x reader #cod ghosts #cod ghosts x reader #cod mw

[touchlikethesun]

coffee or tea?? (pt.2) ((actually it has v little to do with their drink orders i just had thoughts))

both ushijima and kita were instructed in how to traditionally prepare tea, and to this day, when they make tea, all of the steps are religiously followed and the tea is always japanese and very high quality - not really pretentiously so, they were both just taught the importance of quality when it comes to tea. they both have different brands that they are loyal to that they drank growing up, but when they get together for tea they will exceptionally drink the others' preferred brand. kita will also drink commercial tea if that's all that's available, like at a restaurant or at someone else's house, he's not such a stickler. however, if ushi doesn't have his tea setup, he also quite likes drinking fruit juice. i don’t know why he does, but this came to me in a vision~

iwaizumi is a green tea loyalist, hot or cold day or night, and oikawa tends to drink green tea as well, but he’ll get elaborate sugary coffee drinks when he’s out that iwa will pretend to be disgusted by (tooru offers him sips without saying anything and iwa accepts every time) (they both wrinkle their noses at super sweet matcha lattes tho)

kuroo drinks black coffee, no sugar - hot in the mornings, but any other time of day he prefers an iced americano. when he started drinking coffee during high school in cafes with friends he ordered black coffee just for the pun with his name and he hated it at first but didn’t want to admit that he only ordered it for a lame pun so he stuck with it and now he’s addicted and he can’t tell if he actually likes black coffee or if he’s tricked himself into not minding the bitterness

akaashi takes his coffee with a very sensible 2 creams and 2 sugars. for some reason everyone in the office thinks akaashi takes his coffee black, and always bring that back for him, so he stared keeping cream and sugar at his desk.

both kuroo and akaashi are the kind of people that need a cup of coffee (or several) before they’re functioning in the morning. they’ll both sit silently hunched over at the table cradling their mugs, and it kinda freaks bokuto out because they’re like zombie versions of his boyfriends. through trial and error he’s figured out kuroo will accept pre-coffee kisses with only minor grumbling but it’s best to give akaashi his space in the morning

without adults monitoring him, bokuto drinks hot chocolate every morning, even tho he's lactose intolerant. akaashi had been trying in vain to convince him to at the very least replace the milk with water, but when that didn't work he just started buying oat milk without saying anything, and that seems to have resolved the issue

kenma obviously has an energy drink addiction, mostly the original redbull, but kuroo bought him the watermelon flavour once because of the colour, and he didn’t hate it as much as he thought he would so now he’ll have one of those from time to time. the bin in his room is somehow always overflowing with empty cans, and more than a few people have expressed their concern but kenma can't for the life of him understand why they're so worried

#i am aware this is a motley crew of characters #but theyre the ones i had the most developed headcanons for lol #this got away from me a bit sorry #ushijima wakatoshi #kita shinsuke #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru #kuroo tetsurou #akaashi keiji #bokuto koutarou #kozume kenma #iwaoi #bokuakakuro #that's odd to type normally i don't ship the three of them w/o tsukki but in this headcanon universe tsukki's already with yams lol #haikyuu

[deanbrainrotwritings]

— ONE FOOT IN THE GRAVE

SUMMARY : aka. part 2 of off my mind. jake let dakota’s words get into his head and doubts the reader’s feelings for him.

PAIRING : jake gray x fem!reader

CHARACTERS : dakota, miguel (oc), sebastian (oc), lily (oc), hale (oc)

WARNINGS/TAGS : nsfw(18+), jealousy, toxic relationships, fluff, unprotected sex, oral sex (both receiving), dom!reader/sub!Jake, exhibitionism (if you squint)

WORD COUNT : 3.1K

A/N : title from a jamie’s elsewhere song. basically jake is a pathetic little dude to me, ya know? xx

Jake couldn’t really sleep that night. He came back to an empty bed, Dakota nowhere in sight, his head filled with confusion and discomfort as he thought of Y/N. His roommate was blackout drunk, snoring loudly which only made sleep more impossible to take over his mind.

He didn’t really know Y/N, even if they’d known each other for about a month and two weeks. He felt like he knew only superficial things about her like how her major was electrical engineering, that she liked classic rock, horror movies, stuff like that. He didn’t know a thing about her family or herself, but she knew so much about him. She knew about his mother and his father, where he worked, what he liked to do, but he had no idea if she ever revealed a thing about herself. 

In class he was exhausted, he drank coffee during each class, keeping his energy up by drinking sip by sip. When he got to the class he shared with Y/N, she smiled at him, not the lazy-polite smile, a soft-concerned smile as she eyed the dark circles beneath his eyes. She came in before Sebastian and Miguel, both of them sitting where they always did, leaving a seat between them for her. 

Jake squinted his eyes at the seat with irritation and she stayed back to sit next to him, not in the seat where Dakota always sat in. Her hand gently stroked down his face and his breath stuttered.

“You look like shit,” she murmured with a quiet laugh. He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hands, suddenly feeling like he dropped all his walls, all his doubts suddenly disappearing. He checked her out, looking at her bare legs, the oversized white dress shirt she wore as a dress under an equally short black and white dress with a long blue coat. 

“You look great,” he told her, his hand moving to her knee, ignoring the whispers around him as he slid his hand up the inside of her thigh possessively. 

“I know,” she said casually, grabbing his wrist, she stopped him. She copied what he did, her hand sliding up his jeans between his legs and she rubbed him teasingly. “Only I get to tease you,” she whispered when she leaned over to him. Her breath was warm and minty, her soft lips brushing against the shell of his ear made him shiver. He felt more sleepy now that he was being petted by her, her hands rubbing along the bulge that was growing between his legs. 

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he whispered, turning his face to look into her dark and arrogant eyes. He didn’t stop her, but she stopped herself as more people came closer to them, sitting where they usually did. She kissed him softly, and he closed his eyes, relaxing into the kiss, he held her face, his fingers tangling in her soft hair. 

“Same time for tutoring?” She asked against his mouth, she pecked his lips once, and he nodded, returning to make out with her instead. He pushed his tongue into her mouth, relaxing, a sigh escaping from his mouth and finding a home in hers. “My room?” She asked, when he pulled away to breathe. 

“Yeah, wanna grab lunch together?” He asked, unsure. She pulled away all the way this time, she looked over at Sebastian and Miguel, then at the other two friends she hung out with, Lily and her boyfriend Hale. “Nevermind, it’s okay,” he said and she turned to look at him with a raised brow. 

“I could tell them to eat without me, or you can join us if you’d like to,” she offered, kind and soft. 

“No, no,” he shook his head, looking at the clock, class would start in about  two minutes. “It’s fine, we can choose another day when you’re not busy,” he chuckled half-heartedly. He turned away from her and looked as Dakota, for the first time, came on time. He heard Y/N sigh and heard her get up off the seat next to him. He looked away from Dakota and stared as she walked away, suddenly laughing as Sebastian excitedly showed her something on a sheet of paper. 

He sighed too, Dakota sitting next to him with an indignant attitude. His eyes stayed mostly on Y/N, watching her lazily look between the two guys she saw as friends and then she looked behind her at Lily and Hale, eyes brighter and Hale said something funny because she laughed along with Lily. 

That’s what he did most of the class. The professor taught and Y/N and her friends remained quiet the rest of the period. His eyes were stuck on her for most of the class, wondering how it was that emotions were processed by her. He shouldn’t have let Dakota into his head, her friends and even other students spoke to her and liked her. Sometimes she spoke to others, being friendly and kind. She wasn’t what Dakota said and he needed to get over himself. 

When class ended, she walked behind Lily and Hale, Miguel and Sebastian talked to each other as she quietly walked in the middle, like a celebrity protected by bodyguards. 

“See? She doesn’t care,” Dakota commented, once again carrying nothing to take notes on. 

“Can you be quiet about her already?” Jake asked, irritated. She acted innocent as she watched him carelessly shove everything into his backpack. “I’m gonna go to my room, I need to sleep,” he told her, leaving her there. He felt conflicted and tired, too tired to continue going to the rest of his classes, too tired to keep thinking. 

He didn’t know how long he’d slept, but like always he had a nightmare about someone he never met before. It was bloody and scary, but he woke up to a gentle voice and the smell of fast food. He thought it was Dakota, so he smacked the hand away and groaned, turning away from her. The laugh she let out was too soft and amused to be Dakota’s, and the bed dipped next to him and he got up tiredly.

He blinked the sleep away and saw Y/N looking down at him with a playful smile. She leaned down to kiss him, immediately straddling his lap, then she shoved him down and giggled, her hands flat on his chest.

“I brought lunch,” she explained, grinding down on him mischievously. He moaned quietly, his hands holding onto her bare thighs, gazing up at her, dazed.

“Y-you did?” He whispered, closing his eyes as she rolled her hips against his, trying to wake him. 

“Mmhmm, wake up,” she whined. He opened his eyes, watching her get up and stand by his bed. He looked down at the tent in his boxers, he’d stripped down into them and just slept in the Henley that kept him warm. 

“What about.. your friends?” He asked, ignoring the frustrating arousal that she clearly wasn’t interested in satiating. She sat on the extra chair he got for her when she started tutoring him and moved his stuff out of the way to lay out the food.

“What about them?” She asked, raising a brow his way. 

“I think you know,” he murmured, still sitting at the edge of his bed. She sighed, looking at him with a blank expression. 

“You’re jealous of them, for some reason,” she stated, and he became embarrassed and stared at the window behind her because she didn’t ask, she just said it. “Why?” She asked, curious.

“I don’t know,” he replied, scratching the back of his neck. She gave him a look, one that showed that she didn’t believe him. “I don’t!” He muttered frustratedly, he walked towards her and got down on his knees, resting his face on her legs. She exhaled quietly, her hands finding their way to his head to play with his hair. “And Dakota said some stuff about you…” he mumbled against her thighs, and she scoffed, shaking her head.

“You’re gonna believe what she says?” She asked, then lifted his face by his jaw, forcing him to look at her. “Whatever you have a problem with, whatever doubts you have, tell me, I want to be good for you,” she told him softly. His stomach fluttered at her words, and he pressed his face to her chest, her arms wrapping around his shoulders with a smile. 

“I’m just being dumb,” he murmured.

“If it’s got you in such a bad mood, maybe you’re not being dumb,” she chuckled. He moved back to look at her and she pressed her lips against his for a few seconds to reassure him that he wasn’t being silly. 

“I just want you to be mine,” he said against her lips and pulled away to watch her. 

“I’m yours,” she promised. Her brows furrowed slightly and she blinked once at him. “You don’t have to feel jealous about them, I don’t like them like that,” she comforted softly. “Sebastian has his eye on some girl in maths and Miguel isn’t interested in dating right now, and even if he was, I wouldn’t date him,” she explained, then her eyes darkened as she stared down at him. 

“Why do you like me?” He whispered, noticing the gaze as one she gave him yesterday when they were having sex. 

“Because you’re sweet,” she replied, pecking his lips, “funny, smart.. and hot,” she chuckled. He stared at her and reached behind her to zip her dress down, she smirked, and kept going. “You care about your mom, you’re not like your dad, you look out for your friends even though they don’t deserve you, you like helping people..” she trailed off, watching him kiss her thighs. 

She pulled the dress down her body, lifting her hips off the chair and let him pull it off all the way as she unbuttoned her shirt. He quickly slipped off the ankle boots she was wearing and spread her legs to kiss and bite the inside of her thighs as she finished unbuttoning the long shirt. 

He brought her hips forward and tugged at her white panties, leaving her in the unbuttoned shirt and her baby blue socks. She grabbed his face and carefully positioned him on her pussy, encouraging him to taste her. His green eyes stared up at her as his tongue thrusted into her entrance, his mouth salivating as her arousal invaded his taste buds. He moaned softly and licked through her folds to suck on her clit, she moaned quietly, looking at him with hooded eyes, a tiny smirk on her face as she watched him devour her. 

“Do you like how I taste, Jake?” She teased, lifting her leg onto his shoulder and spreading the other one to grind against his face. He moaned loudly, her fingers gently tugging at the strands of his hair. Her shirt was pushed open to reveal her naked chest, braless as she arched her back, gasping as he brought his fingers inside her. She tugged at his hair harder, forcing him off her, and he continued to finger her quickly, pushing two fingers into her. He looked away from her face and stared at the way his fingers pushed in and out of her, and he groaned, adding a third and curling them against her walls. 

He bit his lip at the way his fingers glistened with her arousal, down his fist and palm and he moved forward again to massage her clit with his tongue until she came. Her walls tightened around his fingers as she panted heavily in the chair, moaning quietly as she caught her breath and he pulled his fingers out, his mouth moving away from her pussy. 

“You’re so good, Jake,” she praised, shrugging the shirt off her shoulder and onto the chair. He licked her cum off his fingers and stood up as she got up off the chair. Her fingers hooked onto his shirts and she waited for him to lick his fingers clean before she started to lift his shirt up and off him. “Do you wanna be inside me now?” She teased, stroking up and down his cock over the black boxers he wore.

“Fuck, yes, baby,” he moaned. She chuckled, pulling his boxers down, she got down to her knees and then manhandled him to lean against his desk. “Shit,” he mumbled, watching her put her hair up into a ponytail. His fingers gently traced her jaw and she took his cock in her small hand, licking up where the vein rested on the underside. He moaned, forcing his eyes to stay open as she lapped at the precum that dripped out of the slit, her tongue slowly moving across and then swirling around the head. 

“You taste so good,” she murmured, and started tugging at his cock. He grunted, holding onto the desk as she wrapped her lips around him, and then took more of him into her mouth. She sucked gently and he cursed softly, letting out a strangled groan as she moved her tongue underneath his cock all at once. He stared at her with amazement as her cheeks hollowed out, the loud, obscene sound of her sucking, making his hips twitch and she looked up at him disapprovingly. He whined when she quickly pulled off of him with a grin, then stood up in front of him.

“Fuck,” he grunted. She looked up at him, taking his hands she placed them on her hips, her own hands moved up his shoulders as she bit her lip gently. 

“Lay down on your back.” He carefully backed into the bed, letting her go just to settle into the pillows, she watched him with a satisfied smile. She joined him on the bed, and straddled his lap, not wasting any time to position him at her entrance and slowly sink down on him. “Perfect,” she teased, grinding down at little as her walls tightened around him. 

She flattened her hands out on his chest, smiling down at him smugly, she slowly began to lift herself up and then sank back down repeatedly. His hands slid up her thighs to her hips where he roughly held onto her flesh. He was impressed by the strength of her legs, watching her lift herself up and down rather quickly. 

His eyes started at her face and trailed down her body, watching her hair gently bounce with her movements, her lip captured by her teeth, her hooded eyes stuck on him as he panted, his parted lips drying his mouth and throat. She moved her hands back on his thighs, unintentionally looking sexier. Her chest was pushed out, her breasts bounced sensually too, down her stomach he watched himself disappear inside her and then saw himself covered in her arousal. 

He thrusted up into her, planting his feet on the bed, she moaned, her hand moving to his stomach to balance herself from the surprise of his movements. He went faster once they both found a rhythm, feeling her pussy clench around him, she chuckled breathlessly when he groaned softly at the feeling.

Her hand made its way to his opened mouth, her fingers dipping inside and finding his saliva. He made a sound of confusion when she did that, only after a few seconds he realised she was bringing her saliva-covered fingers to her clit. She drew quick circles on it as he twitched inside her, swelling up he groaned right at the edge when the door’s hinges creaked. 

“Jake, did you see my — You said you two were gonna eat lunch,” the voice of Jake’s roommate interrupted. Y/N whined, looking over her shoulder at the intruder, she stopped riding Jake, and he stopped meeting her thrusts, letting out a frustrated groan,

“I changed my mind,” she grumbled, glaring at him threateningly. She turned away from him and started to ride Jake again as she rubbed her clit. He stayed there, mostly to watch her as she took Jake’s cock in and out of her, like his private porn video. Jake looked at her in surprise as she ignored the man standing at his door. “Go away or I’ll throw my fucking shoe at you, Andy! I’m trying to have sex with my boyfriend!” She moaned, she heard the door slam as soon as she said that and she giggled down at Jake breathlessly. “Are you still gonna cum, Jake?” 

“Yes, fuck,” He moaned loudly, thrusting up into her mercilessly. She leaned forward, her hands by his head fisting the pillows, his pelvis slapping against her clit delicious and she moaned, her mind going blank for a few moments as she came.

“Cum for me, Jake,” she whispered, her walls fluttering around him, driving him over the edge faster. He grunted her name quietly and finally spilled inside her, pulling her hips down, she grinded down on him, letting him cum deeper inside her. “Fuck,” she whispered, feeling him thrust slowly in and out of her again until the waves of pleasure subsided. 

“I’ve never had sex this great with anyone,” he told her breathlessly. She laughed breathily, staring down at his reddened cheeks and ears, and the messy, spiky hair on his head. 

“I’ve never had sex with anyone besides you,” she started, “so I wouldn’t know,” she teased. She got off him and laid down next to him, staring up at the ceiling to recollect herself. “We should probably lock the door when we have sex,” she added, sitting up to look at it and then she got off the bed with shaky legs to wipe herself clean with the soft tissues again. 

“I agree,” he whispered, turning over to inspect her as she collected their clothes and put them on his bed. 

“I’m gonna get cleaned up, then we’ll eat,” she explained, starting to change into some clothes. 

“I’ll join,” he offered and she didn’t stop him as he put only his boxers on and followed her to the bathroom to clean herself up. “I’m sorry about being jealous, it’s kind of immature and a turn off,” he told her. She looked at him, impressed, and took his hands in hers.

“Apology accepted and we still haven’t gone on a date and I’ve already called you my boyfriend,” she chuckled, letting him guide her into the bathroom where they started to clean themselves up. 

“Everyone probably thought we were dating already, since you were tutoring me,” he reasoned and she shrugged, not really caring what people thought about her and Jake anyway. “So, we can count our tutoring sessions as dates,” he added, then shrugged too, watching her smile. 

“Right, since you were admiring me the whole time,” she teased and he smacked her ass, chuckling at her yelp. “Mm, sexy,” she smiled, massaging her ass to relieve the slight sting. He hummed deeply, replacing her hand with his own, he gently squeezed her flesh. “Awesome, let’s go.”

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When will you bless us with more surgeon dabi 🥺

All AUs of Dabi I've ever created (and some that I haven't posted yet) always live in my mind rent free. So here's my most recent thoughts on Yandere Surgeon Dabi.

I'm imagining Dabi being in a bit of a good mood for once but that's flushed down the drain the moment he sees you laughing at a joke your colleague told you. Your male colleague. The opposite gender. The gender you're attracted to-

Anyways, it pisses him off and he decides to rain on everyone's parade, including yours. He gives the whole floor more patients and more grunt work, and you? You're given a verbal bitch slap for "goofing around" instead of doing your work. You try to defend yourself "Dabi (only you are allowed to refer to him with his first name) I was just laughing at a joke Simon told-" and Dabi just glares at you and says "oh yeah? Well, I don't really see what you're laughing about when your patients have been dying left and right. That's funny, isn't it? You fucking up general patient care and causing someone's loved one to die. Haha, love that my resident is truly shining." And he ignores the way your face fells and tears start forming in your eyes. "Get your fucking act together, Y/n."

Dabi went on with his hissy fit for over 2 weeks. He gave you dead end patients, signed you up for double shifts at the trauma ward, made you work overtime, had you assist him during surgeries even when you were on the verge of passing out from exhaustion, berated you in front of others even if you didn't do anything wrong and he still never forgot to bring up how your mistakes cost patients lives.

It was starting to get to you. Your body needed a break from the physical workload and mental beating Dabi was making you endure. At some point, you think you even lost your balance and ended up hitting your head against the sharp edge of a table. It hurt like hell and your friends suggested you to at least get a CT scan to make sure everything is okay. However when you went to the elevator to go down to CT, Dabi was already inside the elevator and asked why you were leaving his floor. When you said you were going to CT, he just blasted off again and asked you why you thought you could leave his patients in someone else's care when he put you in charge. So then you returned back to the wards and continued working.

Your body was getting tired and your eyes had even started twitching- a clear sign of your lack of sleep. You knew your body was close to shutting down and you also knew what Dabi's answer would be when you asked him to let you go home for the night.

He scoffed. "You need a break? I just finished up a 10 hour operation on your patient. The least you could do is monitor her until she wakes up. Or I can't you trust you not to mess up this time either?"

So you stayed the night, drank way too much coffee and energy drinks and kept a close eye on the patient. She woke up the next morning, and you had the nurses check in on her after you left. But you were far too tired to drive home, so you decided to sleep in the staff room. Only your head had just hit the pillow when your pager beeped.

"OT 3- STAT!"

You rushed off to the operation theatre because you knew that's the one Dabi was in charge of. And you didn't need him giving you trouble for not showing up.

You scrubbed in as fast as you could but the moment you stepped in, Dabi began scolding you for wasting precious time. Then he yelled at you to get your ass over here and start helping him instead of standing there idly.

The surgery went on for 10 hours and everything went fine until it was time to close him up. The patient suddenly went into cardiac arrest and no amount of drug Dabi injected him was helping. Just as Dabi was ready announce the time of death, you suddenly broke the patient's ribs and grabbed his heart and began giving it a cardiac massage. Everyone was in shock at what you'd done, and Dabi was ready to give it to you when suddenly they heard a pulse.

The heart began beating again and the patient survived. You grabbed the tools from Dabi and began closing him up quietly. And in that moment, Dabi really did admire you as a medical professional.

However, Dabi wanted to view you as more than a workplace buddy, that's why he was still mad at you.

"Y/n!" He yelled when you were washing your hands. "What the hell was that?! You don't get to make decisions like that without asking me first! That patient could've died on the table and I would've ended up with long paperwork to cover your ass-" Dabi stopped talking when he noticed you weren't moving. Face blank, body still, Dabi called your name over and over again before reaching over to nudge you. But that small poke had you tipping over and falling to the ground.

"Y/n!" Dabi immeadiately rushed to your side. He turned you over, trying to wake you up while checking your vitals. The commotion had some nurses rushing in. As soon as Dabi caught them, he pointed at them and yelled at them. "Get a fucking gurney here NOW!"

Turns out you'd passed out because of hypovolumic shock. But to get hypovolumic shock, you'd either have to lose a lot of blood or have internal bleeding when you're seriously injured.

After Dabi had stabilised you, he'd begun interrogating the few friends he'd allowed you to have on his floor and that's how he found out about your head hitting injury.

Now, Dabi will never admit it, but he feels slightly guilty for not letting you get the CT scan that day. In his defense, he didn't know it was for you. He thought that was just your excuse to get away from him for a while. Then again, you wouldn't need a brain scan if your tired body didn't fell in the first place.

Did I go too far? Dabi wondered. He knows how fragile you are, that's why he never lets you assist him on orthopaedic surgeries but still.

Anyways, Dabi had ordered a full bod my cheek work for you, including blood work. Your reports were pretty normal except for your Vitamin D and ferritin (iron) levels.

Dabi rolled his eyes. Explains why you're always so goddamn tired and lethargic.

He leaned back in his chair and watched over your sleeping form before writing down a prescription for nutritional supplements. He then opened up your brain scans and began looking through them.

Everything looks normal and he was about to put the scans away when he saw it. A small opacity.

A tumor.

Dabi stopped breathing. Did you- did you know? No, you couldn't. You wouldn't have hid something like this from him.

Although, this was a small tumor, it's location in your brain was more concerning. It was pressing upon areas of the brain that were integral to formation of memories and performing skills.

The more Dabi looked at the white area on the scan, the more his heart sank. This may be small, but it might be growing at a rapid rate. If only you'd just gotten a scan earlier-

"I'm going to get a CT scan for-"

"No."

Shit. Dabi remembered how he told you not to get a CT scan because he thought you were trying to leave him. If he'd allowed you, you would've seen the tumor earlier and asked him for help and not die-

Dabi grabbed your hand. He won't let you die, he won't. He'll perform the surgery himself, remove your tumor and then the two of you can laugh about it later when you're in his bed, hands resting on your baby bump.

For now, all he can do is pray that the tumor isn't cancerous.

Dabi pulled out his phone and shot a text to the oncologist.

"Dad, I need a favour."

Enji Todoroki, the head of the hospital and the number 1 oncologist in the country.

Reader in the hospital bathroom when Dabi told her to clean herself up and look "presentable" in front of the patients but won't let her go home to get some sleep and shower:

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“I Can’t Sleep”

TW: mentions of depression, anxiety, drinking, and insomnia, read at your own risk.

AN: this was what I went through my senior year of college.

It was understandable what you were going through, it just sucked. You were in your fourth and final year of college, graduation was 2 months away, you were taking way too many credits even though your advisor told you not to. You would just rather take the remaining credits spring quarter because you knew you did not have the energy to take 5 credits for 6 weeks in June and July. In a way, you did this to yourself, but you didn’t realize how hard it would be, and you didn’t realize the toll it would have on your body.

This crazy schedule started affecting your health. It started off with not getting enough sleep, maybe 6 hours, then it dropped to 5, then it dropped to 4, and you were LUCKY if you got 4 hours of sleep. Soon, you were pulling all nighters, some nights by choice, some not. There was nothing a coffee or two couldn’t fix. Then you went from having one to two cups of coffee a day to three, sometimes throwing in a redbull in the mix. It didn’t help that you also drank to cope with stress, so mixing all these drinks in the span of 12 hours definitely didn’t do you any favors. Not to mention you had anxiety and depression. It was just a cluster fuck.

It got so bad to where you started experiencing sleep paralysis and occasionally waking up having panic attacks, even when you were half asleep. It was hell. Your senior year was complete hell. You had no desire to keep pursuing school even though graduation was just around the corner.

It was hard to open up to the guys about it. They had their own problems, and you didn’t want to burden them. Chan was the one with insomnia so you especially didn’t want to whine to him about your lack of sleep.

One night, you woke up having yet another panic attack. You got on your knees as you gripped your pillow and your chest. You took in sharp inhales, desperately trying to get air into your lungs. This was the 3rd night in a row you woke up sometime in the middle of the night, completely disoriented and not being able to breathe. It hurt your chest as you did everything in your power to get the oxygen flowing. After a solid maybe 30 seconds which always felt like hours, you were able to get your breathing somewhat regulated. You took in deep breaths as you placed a hand over your heart. How much longer did you have to go through this? What if this is permanent? You’ve never gone a year in your life without education. What if when you graduate you’ll continue waking up panicking from all the stress? You were pulled out of your thoughts when there was a quiet knock at the door. You looked at your clock and saw it was 3 am.

Great, I woke up one of the guys, you huffed to yourself.

You got out of bed and walked over to your door. When you opened it, there stood Bang Chan, who had concern written all over his face. Guilt swirled in your chest realizing you probably woke him up, the one and only time he was going to sleep. You started apologizing at mach 20.

“I’m so sorry if I woke you up I’m really s-” you rambled before he gently cut you off.

“Woah woah woah slow down you didn’t wake me up, I just got home,” he said pointing to his laptop that was still hanging on his shoulder. Relief warmed your chest but unfortunately sprung tears to your eyes. Bang Chan’s eyes widened as he set down his lap top, never breaking eye contact.

“Hey hey what wrong bug?” he asked as he put a comforting hand on your shoulder. You covered your eyes as you bit your lip, attempting to swallow the sob that was making its way up your throat.

“We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, I just heard a slight bit of commotion in your room and wanted to check in on you,” he said gently. You couldn’t keep your emotions at bay as a sob ripped out of your throat. Bang Chan pulled you into his arms as he walked you further into your room and closed your door. You buried your face in his shoulders as your body wracked with sobs, releasing the built up tension from the past few months.

“I’m here y/n, I’m right here,” he whispers into you ear as you hiccuped in his hold.

His fingers slide up and down the back of your neck softly as he rubbed the small of your back with his thumb. You continued to cry as Chan held you in his arms, alternating between rubbing your back and neck, while at the same time dropping small kisses on the side of your temple.

“I don’t think I’m okay Channie…” you whimpered. Bang Chan continued with his actions as he let you spill your heart out.

“I haven’t been able to sleep well and I k-keep waking up having p-anic attacks and I- I’m so t-tired and I’m s-scared its always gonna b-be this way and I d-don’t know what to do,” you wailed as your grip on his sweatshirt tightened.

“Shhh shhh shhh breathe sweet girl, breathe for me,” he said gently. He took one of your hands and placed it on his heart. He kept his own hand over yours and used his other hand to cradle the back of your head. He guided you through breathing exercises until yor heartbeat was regular again. You were so exhausted. He continued to hold you securly in his arms, gently swaying you back and forth. You were beyond lucky to have him and the rest of the guys. Without stopping his actions, he began to speak again.

“Do you think you’ll be able to go back to sleep? I can stay with you if you’d like,” he suggested. You decided to let go of your pride and nod. He kissed your forehead before leading you to your bed. He took off his hat, placing it on your nightstand, and helped you get under the covers. He opened his arms as you snuggled right into his chest. His hand made its way into your hair as he threaded his fingers from the base to the ends. The soft touches were lulling you to sleep, and before you could slip into dreamland, Chan began to speak.

“We don’t have to talk about it now, but if you ever need to, I’ll always be here, we all will, I promise,” he whispered before leaning down to kiss your cheek. You smile and bury yourself even deeper in his chest.

“Thank you Channie,” you croak out. He held you close to him, continuing to play with your hair. After some time, you were able to fall asleep, and not too long after, Channie did the same.

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Whumptober Day 2: Sick Day

Now on AO3!

A/N: Another day, another Whumptober prompt! Also, this is The Roaring Lions' debut! Finally, huh? Also forgot to add in the first story: many of these probably won't be my best works, so don't expect too much from me during this!

Tags: @gala1981

CONTENT: sick, collapsing.

ENJOY!

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@whumptober Day 2: Thermometer | Delirium | "They don't care about you."

Malik wasn't sure what had happened. For the past few days, he was full of energy and was getting around. But now? He could barely get out of bed. Not only that, but his nose was constantly stuffed up, and his throat was sore and dry—no matter how much water he drank, his throat remained that way.

Was he coming down with a cold? No. He wasn't. He never called out for sick days. Even on days where he wasn't feeling well, he still came in to work, even back when he was a college professor. He wasn't going to call out of work simply because he was under the weather. His team needed him now. Especially his Theo.

Malik sighed before coughing as he poured some coffee in his mug. It was another day to research bounties to capture; he was sure that he and the Roaring Lions would find a criminal and get them out of the streets. That was their goal, after all; to stop criminals from terrorizing the city. He wasn't as brave as Theo, or as smart as Elliot, but his wits and quick thinking had helped the team capture criminals and bring them to justice. He couldn't just—

He let out a loud curse as the hot coffee overflowed in the mug and touched his hand. He reeled back his hand, nearly taking the mug with it, before waving it to get rid of the burning sensation on his skin. He glanced at it for a moment—thankfully, it was only wet and sticky. No burns from what he could see.

I need to pay more attention… he thought, before he poured the excess coffee back in the coffee holder. He picked up the mug by the handle, before heading towards his small kitchen table to sit down at. He shook his head, sipping his bitter coffee, clicking his tongue to enjoy the taste… if he could. He couldn't taste the bitterness of his favorite drink due to his stuffy nose. He groaned, his head nearly hitting the wooden table in annoyance. Could this day get any worse?

He let out another sigh, before he stood from his chair. Pouring out the coffee in his sink, he grabbed his suitcase before heading to the Roaring Lions HQ. Surely, seeing his Theo would cheer him up a bit.

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Driving was more difficult than he thought. Malik had nearly hit a tree during his ten minute drive to work, and had swerved to avoid hitting another car. He groaned, as he finally arrived at his destination. The caffeine he got from his bitter coffee wasn't helping his exhaustion—did he even sleep last night?

No, no, Malik thought, the coffee hadn't kicked in yet. In a few minutes, I'll be full of energy. Just give it time, Malik.

He got out of his car, forgetting to lock it until he was halfway up the stairs. Once he realized his mistake, he cursed under his breath before he turned to his car and pressed the "lock" button on his keys. Thank God those existed—he would be exhausted going back down the stairs just to fix his mistake.

He didn't hear the double doors opening until he turned, and he jumped upon seeing Theo standing at the door. He lost his balance, and nearly fell down the stairs before Theo grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back on his feet. Once Malik readjusted himself, he sighed in relief.

"Thanks," Malik said, a small smile towards his beloved.

"Mally," Theo began, his eyes filled with concern. The pet name made Malik's smile grow a little wider. Oh, how much he enjoyed Theo calling him that. "Are you okay, love? You look like you're… unwell."

Malik shook his head to deny him, his smile still plastered on his face. "I-I'll be fine, Teacup," he tried to lie. "I didn't sleep well last night, that's all. There's no need to worry about me."

Malik tried to enter the headquarters, but Theo placed two hands on his chest to stop him, a frown on his face. Before Malik could protest, Theo placed the back of his hand on his beloved's forehead. His frown grew when he felt how warm Malik was.

"You're running a fever…" Theo pointed out, removing his hand from his boyfriend's forehead. "You're sick. You need to go home, Malik."

Malik tried to ignore the fact that Theo used his name instead of the usual pet name. He wasn't sick; even if he was, he had work to do, dammit! He shook his head. "I-I'll be fine, Theo. I just need to get some sleep tonight when I get home."

"You're sick," Theo protested, an eyebrow furrowed. Why was Malik so stubborn over something like this?

Malik sighed, his fifth one today, before he removed Theo's hands from his chest. "I'll be fine, Theo. Listen, we need to get to work. We shouldn't stand here arguing over this. The Roaring Lions need us right now."

Before Theo could insist, Malik gently pushed him aside so he could enter their headquarters. Theo only watched as his boyfriend walked away until he disappeared from view, an exasperated sigh escaping him.

"Stubborn as always," Theo said to no one in particular, shaking his head. He needed to keep an eye out on Malik.

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A few hours in, and Malik wasn't feeling any better. In fact, he was feeling worse. His head began to throb to the point that he couldn't concentrate on his paperwork, and his eyes began to blur so bad, he could barely see the words on the papers. However, he tried to shake it off with a shake of his head. Was Theo right, and that he was sick after all? No, no. He couldn't think that now. He couldn't just go home in the middle of work. That would be distasteful, especially since they were so close to locating the criminal who eluded them for weeks.

His head throbbed again. Ugh. He probably needed to get some coffee to get rid of this headache.

He stood from his chair, his feet unsteady for some reason. But he shook that off before heading towards the break room at the other end of the hallway. When he left his office, the hallway looked… longer than usual. When did it look like that? Was he imagining things?

The walk to the break room took longer than necessary—he stumbled a few times, but kept his balance as he continued forward. Why did it look like the break room was further than usual? Was he stumbling around that much?

Finally, he entered the break room, feeling the coolness hitting his warm skin. Thank God. He felt so hot in that office despite the blaring air conditioner. Olivia and Theo were already in the room, with Theo pouring himself a cup of tea. Malik couldn't help but chuckle. What a tea lover, he thought to himself.

Theo glanced up to meet Malik's eyes, a small smile on his face, though Malik could see that it was strained. "Mally," Theo greeted. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm… okay," Malik nearly trailed off, dizziness hitting him. He held his head for a moment, but stopped when he saw the worry in his boyfriend's eyes.

"Mally," Theo asked. "Are you sure? You're not… looking so good."

Olivia perked up then, glancing at Malik. She studied him for a moment, to which he looked away, not from embarrassment, but to hide that he wasn't well.

"Theo is right," Olivia pointed out. "You're sweating despite the cold air. Your hands are shaking. Obviously, you're not well."

Malik sighed his sixth sigh, shaking his head. "I said I'll be okay, I pro—" he tripped over his feet, and he yelped in surprise, before he readjusted himself. Theo nearly spilled his tea when that happened, and he went in position to catch him. Malik gave him a sheepish smile, as if saying that he meant to do that.

"Malik Townsend," Theo spoke sternly, his eyes narrowed into a firm look. Malik paused at his full name being said, eyes wide. "You're obviously not well. You should go home. Now."

Malik opened his mouth to protest, to argue that he wasn't going home, but his head began to pound, and he held his head again. He grunted in pain, and the dizziness worsened. He wanted to shake his head to get rid of the dizziness, but the intense headache prevented him from doing so. God, what was going on with him?

"I-I just need to sit down for a while…" Malik admitted. He turned to a nearby table, but tripped over his feet and tumbled to the ground. The cement-like flooring didn't help with his landing, as pain flared up everywhere. He gritted his teeth from the pain, but that took too much energy as he blacked out. The last thing he saw were Olivia and Theo's shoes in front of him, with Theo crying out his name.

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How long was he out? Malik wasn't sure, as his eyes fluttered open. His breathing was heavy, and his vision was blurry; colors were mixed together, familiar colors.

He blinked a few times, readjusting his sight, before his vision cleared up.

Immediately, he recognized where he was. He was in his home.

He opened his mouth to comment about it, but stopped when he felt something touching under his tongue. He raised a brow, before he moved his hand to touch the object; it felt like warm glass.

A thermometer?

"Don't take it out," a voice—a familiar one—said on his side. "You still need your temperature taken."

He turned his head to see his Theo sitting by his bedside. The other man smiled slightly, but Malik could see the worry etched on his face.

Wait… why was Theo here, at his home?

He wanted to ask that, but remembering the thermometer in his mouth, he kept it shut until his temperature was taken. Several seconds passed, and Theo reached out to take the thermometer out of his boyfriend's mouth, studying it for a moment. He gritted his teeth and cringed.

"Jesus, hundred and two degrees," he said, shaking his head. Carefully placing the thermometer to the side, he began to explain, "you passed out a few hours ago at the headquarters, and I took you to your home. Olivia said that you caught the flu, but you'll recover in a week."

"Oh…" Malik simply said, sinking into the covers as he shivered. His headache was still strong, but it wasn't as bad as a few hours ago.

"Malik," Theo began to scold gently, "why didn't you stay home when you're feeling sick? You scared us shitless when you fainted."

Malik's eyes averted from his lover, as if ashamed. He was sick, yes, but he didn't want to admit it to Theo and the others. "Don't wanna take a sick day," he finally admitted, "the team needs me."

Theo sighed, shaking his head at his beloved's stubbornness. "We do need you, yeah, but if you're this sick, rest is more important. It's not just for your safety, but the others' too. What if someone caught whatever you got?"

Malik sunk into his covers further, guilt hitting him. Shit. If any of his team members caught what he had, they would be out of commission. He hoped that no one caught anything after he was around them.

"...Sorry," Malik apologized in a soft voice.

Theo placed a hand on his shoulder, his smile still plastered on his face as he nodded. "Apology accepted. Just don't let this happen again, okay?"

Malik returned the smile before nodding as well. Lesson learned, he thought, if you're sick, stay home.

"Now…" Theo offered, "you need anything?"

"...Soup would be nice," Malik said.

Theo patted his shoulder with a grin. "Coming right up. I'll be back." With that, he stood from his chair and walked out of the bedroom.

Malik sighed—this one content—as he curled up in his covers. He was so lucky to have a good boyfriend like Theo.

#whumptober2023 #no.2 #thermometer #oc #fic #sickness #collapse #malik townsend #theo campbell #olivia taylor #the roaring lions

[hypertonicplague]

Obey me hcs 4 me, myself, I

Things 4 my head n also cuz im still rlly into obey me but it’s all in my noodle lol

PROBABLY GRAMMAR N SPELLING MISTAKES IDC IM EEPY 🫶

So in order from Oldest 2 youngest

Lucifer

- actually drank sm bitter coffee that it messed up his stomach completely (hell coffee, magic can’t heal everything) he has to take medicine for the pain lol

- still doesn’t care n will drink coffee n eat spicy things (45 minutes later he’s in his room either on the floor r in his bed clutching his stomach sobbing)

- hidden mole on his scalp in the bck of his head, nothing extraordinary but he’s kinda embarrassed abt it n if u touch it he’ll flinch n scowl

- bad habit of slipping forms when he sleeps (the beginning of the night starts out normal but when u wake up there’s gonna be feathers in ya mouth n a 9ft inky demon snoring cuddled completely under u)

- once he catches a chill it’s rlly hard for him to warm up, he hates the cold

Mammon

- vapes 🗿 though he used to smoke cigarettes, once MC arrives he stops (Devildom cigarettes r basically fiber glass for humans 😭 he’s quitting for u MC 🫶)

- another one w a bad habit of form slipping but it’s not just sleeping. U have him a lil kiss? Wings n horns. He can’t get the math right in his head? Wings and horns. He rlly rlly rlly likes the food he’s eating atm? Wings n Horns. Doesn’t care will slip wherever

- weird but he enjoys fishing, despite him having adhd n the tizzums it’s the one thing he can sit down n enjoy (he started fishing cuz of Barb btw)

- blends vegetables into Levi’s “gamer” fuel

Levi

- again abt the forms n slipping but if I’m being completely honest levi rarely used his human form. Even when u first came to the Devildom he stayed formed out so u wouldn’t talk to him lol

- has a secret motorcycle he’s working on n putting together (it’s sea theme n he’s die if anyone found out abt it. Though cuz he loves u 🫶 u can see it)

- doesn’t know how to ride 🗿 he’s too embarrassed to ask lmaaaoo he just likes fixing it up

- forces mammon to make his “gamer fuel” smoothies to shave off some of his debt (its just berries, a ton of sugar, veggies he doesn’t know abt, n energy drinks) don’t drink it

- when u piss him off he’ll slap his tail on U n mark u up w a stinky slime. It’s like his defense?? Rlly slimy n stupid stinky

Satan

- also has an airpod (or devildom version of air pods??) in his ear at ALL times. He will attack u if u try to take them out no matter how close y’all r, r how much he loves u. Respect his boundaries MC 😦

- doesn’t like form slipping infront of u n if he does that’s it. He’s done. He’s getting even more pissed n punching whatever’s near n going to his room to trash everything. Won’t let u go around him n will tell u to leave him alone (don’t matter how close ya are, man’s is extremely emotional) but dw it’s just for a day r two!! After that he’s touch starved n his head hurts from crying. Just pamper him

- that’s another thing, he LOVES being pampered. To the point you’d swear to god himself he was a blonde Asmo. Pet him, bathe him, feed him, give him all ur love (behind closed doors tho) love up on him

Asmo

I don’t have a lot for Asmo, he’s my fav!! But I’m drawing blanks rn 😰

- another form slipper lol but he takes it a step further n will slip to form 3 outta 5 (human, demonic, demon, 1st true form, complete true form) kinda scary when he’s like that but he’s a lil cuddle bug

- will force u to brush his form 3 wings (they look leathery but they got a ton of lil thick hairs lol, clean the dust out MC!!)

- also once y’all become closer he starts a bad habit of kicking u r chewing on ur fingers/shoulder/whatever doesn’t look awkward at the time n he can put his teeth in (also this is in a non seggual way, it’s more of a stimmy way!! He’s stimmin on ya MC 🫶)

- also don’t call him out on it, he knows, he understands it’s a lil weird, say anything abt it n he’ll stop immediately n never do it again (positive or not just don’t talk abt it 💀)

Beel

- real quick beel isn’t good at expressing emotions so he uses!! His fashion!! He has a lot of lil charms, rings, plushies, ect around him 24/7. In game Beel doesn’t exist here >:^( it helps him

- plz don’t push his boundaries, even as a joke if u try he’s gonna stop both trusting and liking u 🫶 even if y’all inlove. Tizzy beel 💪🏼 (lol throwing myself into characters loooolll)

- wuvs u mc wuvs u sm he’d give u a hairpin 🫶 (that’s a lot to him, only his family n luke have a hairpin from him)

- also does drag (this one was influenced by Melpho)

Belphie

- another form 3 slipper, n another that’ll make u comb his tail AND clip his horns lol

- does pottery, mostly to make Beel new hairpins but also sometimes to make horrible cups n guilt Lucifer to use em (Lucifer adores his ugly coffee cups 🫶)

- cuz he sleeps all day n is awake at night he loooovveeesss pranking u while u sleep. Will crawl into ur bed n hold u n change his voice to sound like Mammons, Levi’s, whoever n trick u into saying silly things. Also loves pretending to hunt ur room, knocking stuff over while ur trying to sleep, grabbing ur toes, even making death noises, man is a menace 🗿

- he wuvs u sm give him a lil kiss

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me! #obey me asmodeus #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me lucifer #obey me belphegor #asmodeus obey me #obey me beelzebub #obey me swd #obey me hcs #obey me headcanons #txt #txt post #mmm I’m in a silly mood #also u can ask me questions abt these if u wanna teehee 🫶

[aldbooks]

Summer ACOTAR writing circle hosted by @azrielshadowssing - pairing Emorie

Cool for the Summer Part 1 - 1808 words

Part 2 | Part 3

Read below or on AO3

Wind whipped through the open windows of Emerie’s truck as she navigated through the quiet streets. Gwyn sat in the backseat, sipping an iced coffee and belting out the lyrics to the song on the radio while Nesta grumbled from where she slumped in the passenger seat. 

“You have far too much energy for this early in the morning. It’s unnatural.”

Emerie snorted as Gwyn ignored their grumpy friend entirely, grinning like a fool. She looked downright adorable in her white lifeguard tank and matching visor, her copper hair pulled into a perky high pony, mirrored aviators perched on her nose despite the low light of the early morning. She was practically bouncing in her seat as she sang. Gwyn had always been a morning person, the exact opposite of Nesta’s night owl tendencies. Emerie, who was neutral on the subject, had never been quite sure if her friend’s high energy levels in the morning were natural, or due to the copious amounts of caffeine she often drank.

Rolling her head to the side, Nesta glared at Emerie over the top of her cateye sunglasses. “I hate you for dragging me out of bed this early to deal with her.”

“You didn’t have to come,” Emerie chuckled. “You were the one who insisted we should all work here together this summer.”

Nesta returned her glare to the window, a few wisps of hair that had escaped the braid wrapping around her head, dancing in the wind. “Yeah, well, that was before I realized it required predawn hours.”

“They told us what the hours would be during the interview. You still agreed.” Silently, Emerie agreed that she hadn’t quite anticipated the ungodly hours either when she’d submitted to the job in a desperate attempt to avoid her family as much as possible over the summer. Luckily, they wouldn’t always have the opening shift.

Nesta made a dismissive noise and continued to sulk as they finally approached the country club’s parking lot and drove to the small section at the back they’d been instructed to park in for their shifts. Piling out of the car, Gwyn still humming under her breath, they entered the pool’s admin building, dropping their things off in the employee lockers and helped each other slather on sunscreen before they began the various tasks required to open the pool for the day. 

Gwyn opened the storage area and began bringing out the various flotation devices available for the pool’s patrons, Nesta disappeared to fetch towels from laundry while Emerie began setting up lounge chairs and umbrellas. Within an hour, the pool deck was set and ready, the bathrooms and various amenities rooms were checked and the doors unlocked. A family consisting of three very energetic children and their tired mother were already waiting outside as soon as the pool opened and Emerie kept an eye on them from her elevated chair as the mother attempted to wrangle them all into floaties before they jumped into the water.

The morning was relatively slow as guests began to slowly trickle in. Someone had brought their own speakers and was playing reggaeton at a low enough volume that no one bothered them about it. The music was a welcome addition to the background noise of screaming children and splashing. She could see Gwyn dancing in her perch across from Emerie and even Nesta was nodding along to the beat.

Nothing particularly exciting happened for the first few hours, and Emerie was just beginning to wonder if the easy paycheck was really worth how terribly bored she was when a group of unfairly good looking people trooped in through the gates and headed over to the row of cabanas that had been pre-reserved for the day. 

Emerie watched them with interest as they set out the coolers of drinks and snacks they’d brought with them. The cabanas and the amenities rooms were the only areas where food and drinks, other than water, were allowed, and the curly haired girl in the frilly pink bathing suit was directing the men with her on where to lay everything out while the women rolled out towels and blankets and rearranged chairs to their satisfaction. There were seven of them in total, but only four appeared to be coupled off. The curly haired woman with the man with ridiculously luscious looking red hair, and a woman who looked a lot like Nesta with one of the dark haired men who wore a smirk like it was painted on his face. 

Actually, now that she was looking…

Emerie: Nes, are those your sisters?

Nesta: *eye rolling emoji* yes. Ignore them

Gwyn: Why would we ignore them? You should introduce us. I can’t believe we’ve never met them before!

Nesta: No

“Nes!” 

Emerie looked up from her phone as the largest man in the group with his long hair pulled up into a bun approached Nesta with a wide grin under his glasses. She felt a brow lift as she took in his well formed physique, tattoos covering his shoulders. He stopped below Nesta’s chair, his head almost eye level with her boobs. Emerie couldn’t hear what he said to her, but she could see the way her friend pointedly ignored the man.

Emerie: Um… who’s the hottie?

She watched as Nesta snatched up her phone from where it had been sitting on the chair’s arm- right under his nose. She knew he’d seen the text when his grin widened and he turned to glance around the pool, nodding his head at Emerie and Gwyn when he caught sight of them, phone in hand.

Gwyn: *crying laughing emoji*

Emerie snickered to herself as she watched one of the last of the dark haired men from the cabana group make his way over to his friend, shaking his head in an exasperated sort of way. His steps paused as he scanned the pool deck and spotted Gwyn. 

Emerie: Oop! Looks like you caught one too, Gwyn. *evil grinning emoji*

Gwyn: *blushing emoji*

Nesta: stop it. Both of you.

Emerie: You never answered the question Nes. Who’s the hottie? 

The man in question was still attempting to flirt with Nesta, who had not even glanced in his direction, until his friend slapped a tattooed hand on his shoulder and steered him away.

Nesta: no one

Gwyn: HA!

Emerie: Oh, please. Don’t lie to us, Nes. It’s insulting.

*offended gif*

Gwyn: *pounting GIF*

Nesta: *eye roll emoji*

Smirking, Emerie looked over at her friend, her attention snagging briefly on a flash of bright red before doing a double take as another person joined the party in the cabanas. Emerie froze as her attention zeroed in entirely on the most gorgeous woman she’d ever seen. Strutting in red cork wedges with a matching bikini, under a sheer black sarong, a giant straw hat shaded her face but it was easy enough to make out her red, heart shaped sunglasses and equally red lips. Long blonde hair streamed behind her in perfect waves, and gold jewelry glinted at her throat and wrists. The woman looked like she’d stepped out of a magazine… or Emerie’s fantasies.

Her phone vibrated in her hand, jarring her back to the conversation with her friends. 

Nesta: close your mouth, Em. Your jaw is practically on the floor

Gwyn: *drooling emoji*

*GIF of cartoon character jaw drop*

Emerie’s cheeks heated as she glanced once more at the woman who was greeting the women who had to be Nesta’s sisters with a wide smile.

Emerie: shut up

Gwyn: *laughing emoji*

Nesta: *smirking emoji* That’s Mor

I can introduce you…

Gwyn: What?! You’ll introduce a potential love interest for Emerie, but won’t introduce your sisters?? Injustice!

Emerie: I agree with the ginger

Gwyn shot her a playful scowl from across the pool, which Emerie returned with a wink before remembering she was wearing sunglasses and just grinned. 

A loud whoop was followed by a massive splash that sent water shooting up high enough to drench Nesta, who sputtered indignantly, and caused waves to spread across the pool. Gwyn’s shrill whistle cut through the air as she stood and pointed at the grinning idiot that had been flirting with Nesta earlier, and had just resurfaced.

“No splashing!” she scolded. He ignored her, grinning up at a seething Nesta who now resembled a drowned rat. His friend shot Gwyn an apologetic look.

Emerie cursed under her breath and contemplated how to keep Nesta from doing something that might get her arrested but her sisters were already rushing over to diffuse the situation. Sitting back in her seat, she couldn’t stop her eyes from straying back over towards the cabanas, only to find the gorgeous blond staring right at her.

Heat flooded Emerie as she flushed under the attention. She reached up to play with the end of her braid, a nervous habit, as she held the woman’s gaze. It helped that they were both wearing glasses and were too far away to properly read each other’s expressions, which hopefully meant she couldn’t see just how red Emerie’s face was. 

The woman- Mor, reached a hand up to tip her sunglasses down, peering over them at Emerie in a way that made it obvious she was looking at her. Emerie flushed further as her red lips tipped up in a smirk. She then turned in an elegant move, untying the sarong around her waist so Emerie got a good look at her sculpted body as it fell away. Perching on the edge of a lounger, she slipped off her heels, reaching into the white and gold tote she’d brought in with her and pulled out a bottle of sunscreen. Turning to stretch out in the chair, Emerie watched, mesmerized as she began massaging the lotion into her long, tanned legs…

Once again, her phone pulled her back to the present. The grinning idiot was now riding a ridiculous unicorn floaty next to his friend who sat at the edge of the pool eyeing Gwyn, while Nesta glared at them both. Gwyn, for her part, was staring Emerie down, her red eyebrows dancing over the edge of her glasses when she finally caught her attention, a bright grin on her face as she looked back and forth between Emerie and Mor who was smirking at her once again.

Cursing to herself again, Emerie glanced down at the group chat that was full of suggestive GIFs and teasing innuendos from her friends at her expense. Nesta had again offered to introduce her and Emerie stared at her phone for a moment, biting her lip as she considered. When she looked up again, however, it seemed the decision had been made for her.

Mor, apparently finished applying her sunscreen, had risen from her seat and was now sauntering across the pool deck, directly towards Emerie.

#acotarwritingcircle #Emorie #mor x emerie #emerie x mor

[jimmerzz0905]

mythical incorrect quotes because why the fuck not

(also there are some mentions of shit like alcohol and stuff under the cut so uhh)

Yawstrich: *tries to make the child laugh*

Anglow: *tries to play a game with the child to make them calm down*

G’joob: *gives detailed instructions to the parents*

Cherubble: *cries with the child*

Strombonin: *ignores the child*

Hyehehe: *is the reason why the child is crying*

—

Hyehehe: What's wrong with you?

Strombonin: Off the top of my head, I'd say low self-esteem, a lack of paternal affection, and a genetic predisposition for anxiety and depression.

—

Strombonin: Happy Throwback Thursday. Here’s a throwback to when Yawstrich ate an entire fucking tube of lipstick.

Yawstrich, whining: But why would it be cherry-flavored if you can’t eat it?!

—

Cherubble: Am I a boy? Am I a girl? It doesn't matter. I'm going to burn your house down and then take a nap.

—

G’joob: And now for a gay update with Yawstrich and Strombonin.

Yawstrich: Getting gayer!

G’joob: Thank you, Yawstrich.

—

G’joob, holding in his laughter: Hey, how do you ask a glass of water what it’s doing?

Strombonin: A glass of water is an inanimate object. Therefore, it's incapable of having a thought process or understanding basic Monstrous.

G’joob:

G’joob: Water you doing?

—

Yawstrich: Oh, fiddlesticks! That really ruffles my feathers!

Strombonin: Please, just say fuck…

—

Cherubble: The last time I went to an urgent care clinic, I checked off 'excessive crying' on the symptom list, and then the nurse got really confused and said that was meant for babies.

—

Yawstrich: *texting* Hey can you pick me up I’m drunk.

Yawstrich: Oh you don't have to anymore. I'm home now.

Strombonin: Yes, I'm aware of that after dropping you off at home.

—

Hyehehe, with a headache: Advil me up, daddy.

Cherubble: I will short out the language centre of your brain if you say anything like that ever again.

—

Strombonin: I’m the sexiest bitch in this therapy waiting room.

—

Cherubble: Truth or dare?

Anglow: Truth.

Cherubble: How many hours have you slept this week?

Anglow:

Anglow: Dare.

Cherubble: Go to sleep.

Anglow: I don't like this game.

—

Cherubble: Today at 7 am, Hyehehe poured a Monster Energy drink in their coffee, said "I'm going to die" and drank the whole thing.

Yawstrich: I watched Hyehehe brew their coffee with Monster instead of water. Three cups in two hours. I think he’s ascended into the astral realm.

Strombonin: The survivability of the Monster race never fails to amaze me.

—

Hyehehe: And I’d love to be sorry for that, but we all know I’ve done much, much worse.

—

Yawstrich: Oh, Strombonin! We have a visitor!

Strombonin: Don’t tell me it’s Hyehehe.

Yawstrich: It’s Hyehehe.

—

Anglow: What time is it?

Hyehehe: I don’t know, pass me that saxophone and we’ll find out.

Anglow: *hands Hyehehe the saxophone*

Hyehehe: *fucking BLASTS the saxophone*

G’joob: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE SAXOPHONE AT TWO IN THE FUCKING MORNING?!

Hyehehe: It’s 2 am

—

G’joob: That's it, I'm cutting off the internet!

Cherubble: No, please don't! I have a family to feed!

G’joob: …

G’joob: What?

Cherubble: I need to feed my Neopets!

—

Yawstrich: To everyone who has treated me poorly; I am sexier than you.

—

G’joob: I left instructions for everyone while I'm gone.

Hyehehe: Mine just says "Hyehehe, no."

G’joob: I want you to apply it to every possible situation.

—

Yawstrich: I didn't drink THAT much last night!

G’joob: You were flirting with Strombonin.

Yawstrich: So what? They're my boyfriend.

G’joob: You asked if they were single.

Yawstrich: …

G’joob: And then you cried when they said he wasn’t.

—

Strombonin: Sorry I'm late to the party. I've been… doing things.

Yawstrich, entering dizzy and covered in kisses: I got caught up doing things too.

Hyehehe: Wow, Strombonin was late too! What a coincidence!

—

Yawstrich: You know what I asked Yool for Yay this year?

Strombonin: If you say me, I swear I’ll—

Yawstrich: You? What? No, I asked him for that cool Lego Ninjago set we saw in Target!

—

Strombonin: My life is a little too much panic and not enough disco.

Yawstrich: My life is a little too much fall and not enough boy.

G’joob: My life is a little too much chemical and not enough romance.

Hyehehe: My life is a little too much imagination and not nearly enough dragons.

—

and that’s it lol

#alcohol mention #incorrect quotes #my singing monsters #msm #msm mythicals #g’joob #g’joob msm #yawstrich #yawstrich msm #strombonin #strombonin msm #cherubble #cherubble msm #hyehehe #hyehehe msm #anglow #anglow msm

[sorcerous-caress]

I can't fall asleep so here is a fun story.

When I was 16-17, I watched that russian sleeping experiment video, and it stuck with me for a while. I thought there was no way it's real, like it was clearly a creepypasta, but also I knew the best lies were built on half-truths, so it must have held some truth to it.

I did some digging on the Internet and found an article that stated how the stages the human body goes through the more they go without sleep. It was summer break, and I thought, what's a better use of my time than testing this out on myself?

I was curious and skeptical, i felt like some of the stuff in these articles were exaggerated. I didn't have a plan i just had a lot of free time, a locked room, lots of energy drinks, coffee, and a very uncomfortable chair.

The first day went easy. I spent it normally and stayed up playing video games and watching movies. Nothing unusual.

The second day went fine at first but I had to give up the bed, I dragged a very uncomfortable plastic chair into my room, it didn't even have arm rests. That's also the day i started slowly drinking energy drinks. My focus was deteriorating so I couldn't do anything but scroll through the apps on my phone.

The third day is when strange things started happening. By that point, I was unbelievably exhausted. I drank so much caffeine that I could see the veins on my hands slightly bulging out, and their colour was more prominent.

I couldn't stay sitting down because I would fall asleep, so I forced myself to get up every 10 minutes and walk around the room in circles. I was listening to loud metal music at max volume during the whole thing because the second my mind relaxed, I knew I'd fall asleep.

It was barely the start of the day too, this was me 1/4 through the day. I really didn't to fail now especially when I came this far.

The article mentioned that the hallucinations start on the third/fourth day. It's also when your brain forces you to fall asleep each time you blinked, it's called microsleep.

I did experience it. It wasn't like a normal blink where the world around you resumed, more like a long, slow blink that disconnected you from your brain for a second before you snapped back into reality.

So i kept this routine up for 3 hours. Sit, scroll through social media, stand up, walk around, and sit back down. Rinse and repeat.

I kept reading through the article, It was the only thing motivating me at that point. Especially since I had an argument with a friend earlier during day 2, when they screamed at me to go to sleep. I almost ended up losing them because of it, so I just lied and said i will go sleep.

They just didn't get it, yk? I already committed to this. I can't turn back after everything I endured. I wanted to see what happens, to witness it first hand because each one of those articles about sleep deprivation sounded like the plot of horror movies, and I wasn't buying it at all.

Also, I hate the taste of black coffee, but by that point, I just swallowed it all down without care. I don't even remember if it tasted like anything. My hands were shaking so much, but I knew I'd fall asleep without it, so I kept going.

I successfully made it halfway through the day, I've reread the same article so many times.

I kept thinking about the hallucinations, wondering when they would finally start. Would it be like seeing a ghost in the room? Auditory hallucinations were out of the question because I never stopped listening to the loud music, I also locked myself inside my room, just in case I attempted to wander outside and sleep on a couch or fall down the stairs by accident.

While I was circling the room, I kept staring at the poster on my wall. It was the Vitruvian Man by Da Vinci. It was the only humanoid poster I had up, so my eyes kept naturally seeking it out.

And there was something about its stare.

Each circle I finished would get me closer to it bit by bit, I couldn't see anything else besides it. I couldn't stop feeling like its eyes was speaking to me.

I kept remembering the article and the hallucinations, wondering if this is when it's finally starting. I embraced it and felt excited, i wanted it to speak to me, to come out of the poster and stand in front of me.

I couldn't even hear the loud music in my headphones anymore, only its stare. I stopped walking and kept standing still staring at it, waiting for something to happen.

But the look in his pupils, the crystal clear meaning of it.

Oh, i realised, it wants to kill me.

That empty stare in those soulless eyes, terror washed over me, and all excitement was replaced with fear.

Genuinely bone-deep fear. Me, a teenager in the 21st century who has had a comfortable modern life for all my years of living, felt true fear for the first time in my life.

It's going to murder me, I kept repeating. I was afraid to look away because I genuinely believed it would jump out at me the second I did.

Then I remember day 4 in the article, how they described that any hallucinations will get more intense, more real.

I was terrified, and I didn't want to die, so I did what any normal person would do when faced with a whispering cheap poster of an old creepy painting.

I caved in and went to sleep.

Laid on the bed, i imagined it walking behind me, I imagined him slowly moving towards me.

My heart was beating so much, every fiber of my being was beyond terrfied.

I was convinced he is standing in front of the bed.

Thankfully tho, It didn't take more than 3 seconds for me to fall asleep after I closed my eyes, I didn't even have to try.

I've only made it to the middle of the third day, by the time I woke up, it was the afternoon of the next day. I slept a whole day and my body felt beyond broken.

I needed to eat, i needed water, and I needed to go to the bathroom. I did all of these things in an hour and then immediately went back to bed.

I slept for another full day.

The following week, I slept for 16 hours per day, then it dwindled to 13, then 8, and after a month, I went back to my normal sleeping schedule.

But the thing is, the painting doesn't have eyes, really. Not clear ones, at least. They're so small already, and it was printed on a cheap poster, so they were basically a couple of pixels.

Yet I remember seeing clear eyes on the third day, with pupils and everything, i could almost count the eyelashes. And they didn't seem out of place either, it felt like they were always a part of the painting.

Anyway, I never threw that poster out. It cost me 10$, which to a broke teenager was a lot of money. Also, Da Vinci is a pretty chill guy. I felt kinda mean to throw his painting out over one murder hallucination.

I did get my answers, tho! My experiment wasn't a complete failure, and I went back to the friend I lied to so I could inform them of my results. They weren't pleased, and we ended up falling out because of it. It's alright.

But since that day, i never could stay up much. Like whenever I get sleepy, I really really get unimaginably sleepy. Feels like my brain removed my admin access to my sleep cycle, and I lost the ability to stay up for more than a day.

Probably for the best, it's been years since this happened and my sleep still suffers from the same problem really. Which is funny because sometimes I do get insomina and can't sleep, but it never lasts for more than a day before my brain forcefully shuts me down.

It was fun I guess? I don't recommend doing it because the results aren't that impressive really. Thank fuck I didn't have a mirror in my room at the time, I feel like it would've made the hallucinations come by quicker.

Also, I am very aware of how stupid and an endangerment of my life it was to do that, now that I'm grown at least. You don't have to tell me about it. I don't plan on repeating it, and none of you should, really. It's more of a cool story I tell nowadays, a found memory of when I almost self-indunced psychosis. And yes! That russian experiment video was fake af.

Anyway, here is the painting for reference.

I had tiny stickers to cover his peepee so dw dw.

I couldn't find the article I was reading at the time, but here is a really similar one that explains the stages and is very accurate to what I experienced.

Imma sleep, goodnight <3

#don't even know what to tag this wjth #♡not writing?

[skyloftian-nutcase]

So, is there a way to consume energy drinks without ending up in SVT like Legend? Was that just too freaking many in one day? My mother says that they mess up your heart which I get with too many too often but I try to limit myself to maybe one or two a month on really bad days.

I know my mom has kept up her RN license but I sometimes wonder when she also says “don’t get the new COVID vaccine. I’ve heard there’s issues”

Yes, there’s a “healthy” way to drink energy drinks. They’re not really healthy but like… you won’t kill your heart if you drink them sparingly. Sometimes you do need that kick to get you through when you’re really struggling for whatever reason. Or if you’re like me and you hate coffee and hot tea, and you don’t want the 8000g of sugar that comes with iced and flavored coffee.

One or two a month is totally fine! The main things to consider with energy drinks are:

How fast are you drinking them (slow and steady, I literally take a couple sips and stop until I need it again. Also I usually only drink 1/3 or 1/2 a can per work shift and then none when I’m not working, so it essentially acts as a cup or coffee for me)

How many are you drinking in a day (it’s recommended you don’t exceed 400mg of caffeine in a day, and energy drinks typically have 200 per serving - that was Legend’s mistake, he drank too many in too short a time)

What other stimulants you’ve consumed (sugar rush from a bunch of donuts or a sweet drink + energy drink = human pinball)

Your own physical health (are you prone to heart problems? If so I advise generally avoiding stuff that kicks your heart into gear)

#you ask skye answers #lovely anon

[xandriagreat]

Modern Nimona

Chapter 9: The Science Fair

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Notice/warnings: food, screaming, mayhem, crying

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Meredith woke up when feeling the morning sun rays hitting their face.

She began to get up and check herself in the mirror. She noticed that still has the scar on her stomach but it wasn’t bleeding anymore.

She began to get herself cleaned up by taking a shower.

It felt nice. Feeling the water go down their body as she cleaned felt like the pressure that was on her body was fading away and they felt light.

She turned the water off and got her towel to dry off. Then they grabbed herself a handmade chest binder in the lab using her old bras after she got cleaned up along with her underwear.

She then puts on her casual clothes, fixes up their hair, and goes down for breakfast, when she notices Ballister and Nimona trying to figure out what breakfast is going to be.

"Good morning." Meredith called out to them, stretching their arms. Ballister and Nimona looked up at her and smiled. “Morning!” both of them exclaimed, waving.

"We thought we might let you sleep in so that you can get your energy back." Ballister said, getting a pan out.

"Well, thank you." Meredith said as she took her seat at the table. They noticed some fresh coffee on the table already made for her. They smiled softly and gently blew it so it could cool down a bit.

“Do you have any suggestions for breakfast?” Ballister asked from the kitchen.

"Maybe some eggs?" Meredith asked, feeling the mood for eggs.

"Eggs are coming up!" Nimona exclaimed loudly as she went to the fridge and got the eggs out.

Meredith smiled as she drank her coffee and felt something good about this coffee. It tasted like cinnamon with hints of vanilla and lemon.

"Is that cinnamon, vanilla, and creamers with a pinch of lemon in my coffee mixed together?" Meredith asked, looking at Nimona and Ballister.

Ballister and Nimona looked at them as they got the pan heated and cracked the eggs into the pan. "Well, I thought I made it something special for you." Nimora said, smiling at them. "I thought it was a bad idea." Ballister said, cooking the eggs.

"It's pretty good." Meredith said with a warm smile. "Thank you, Nimona."

They have never felt so happy in years, not since the graduation and incident.

Meredith began checking her phone as she sipped her drink and saw something. It was some sort of science festival coming up this afternoon.

Science Expo Today and Today only!

BRILLIANT MINDS WILL COME FROM ALL OVER THE LAND TO EXHIBIT AT  THE ANNUAL FAIR!

AT 2 PM

'That looks like fun.' she thought, but she started to feel unsure since she knew there would be more officers on point, and with people more destruction.

"Look, there's a fair today." Meredith said, looking at Ballister and Nimona, who just got eggs on plates.

"Oh, that sounds fun!" Nimona exclaimed, looking at them as she set the plates down.

"It's a science festival." Meredith said, smiling for a moment then frowns. "But with the current situation, we don't know what might happen, we could get caught."

Ballister nodded as he sat down at the table.

Nimora thought of an idea as they started to eat. “I had a thought.”

"What is it, Nimona?" Meredith asked, looking at her. "You're thinking what I'm thinking."

“We can do the science fair.” Nimona said, smiling.

"In disguises?” Ballister asked, looking at her.

Nimona nodded. “Yep.”

"Well, that's not a bad idea." Meredith said, nodding and smiled. Then her smile became a frown as she added. "But, there will be more guards at this point. There’ll be more eyes."

"What if they don't…" Nimora said with a smirk.

The grown-ups looked at her. “What do you mean?”

“What if we’re careful?” Nimona suggested, looking at them.

The grown-ups looked at each other, surprised by this, for it was different from Nimona. “It could work.” they both said together, nodded.

☆

The fair was busy when they got there.

Meredith was in her light blue hoodie, brown cargo pants and gray boots, with her glasses and face mask.

Ballister was in black hoodie, gray work gloves, and black pants. He wore a fake beard on his face, so he doesn’t get recognized.

Nimora shape-shifted to the boy from earlier, wearing a blue jacket.

“Why is this itchy?” Ballister asked, scratching the fake beard.

"Probably because of the lack of oils or the yarns it was made of." Meredith chuckled a bit.

Ballister gave them a deadpan look at them as he itched more.

"Well it's not going to happen if you keep messing with it." Nimora said in her little boy voice.

Ballister looked at Nimona and hissed, “I’m trying.”

"You two, cut it out." Meredith said, looking at both of them. "Let's just have fun before we get caught."

Ballister nodded in agreement.

They looked at the different stands as they walked around before stopping at one point. The grown-ups were talking when Nimora noticed something from the food stand nearby.

"Churros!" the vendor said loudly. “Come and get a tasty churro!”

Nimona’s mood for "Churros!" begins feeling excited, grabbing each of Meredith's and Ballister's arms, taking them to the stand.

“Could I have a churro, please?” she asked, looking at the both of them.

Ballister chuckled, nodding and looked at the vendor. “Could I get a charro for this little one?” he asked, gettley messing up Nimona's little boy black hair.

The vendor nodded before looking at Meredith and asked, “Anything for you?”

"Guess I'll have a chocolate filled charro please." Meredith asked the bender.

The vendor made it right up and gave the two to them.

Ballister paid for the two charros while Nimona chow down on hers.

"Well, someone has a big appetite.” the vendor chuckled, looking at Nimona chow down.

"Like his father." Meredith said, giving a chuckle and nudging Ballister a bit, making him blush embarrassed as she ate hers. "I haven't eaten a churro in years, I forgot what it tastes like."

The vendor hummed and nodded with a smile.

"You have a great day, ma'am." Meredith said, waving the vendor a goodbye as they left.

"Have a good day too." the vendor said, waving back before going back to working the stand.

The three enjoyed the fair.

Meredith loved to talk about information with other scientists while Ballister and Nimona loved looking at the different projects.

It was almost the end of the day and Ballister was carrying Nimona.

"You are a bit heavy." Ballister said to Nimona. The child hummed tiredly at him, almost falling asleep. "Just leave the kid be." Meredith said, smiling softly. "The kid is just tired."

But then they notice her shapeshifting into a cat. “Interesting.” both grownups hummed.

They were about to leave the fair grounds when something caught their eyes.

It was some sort of green orb.

Then a person with blue curly hair, dark skin with pale patches all over, and goggles over brown eyes came over to them. “I see that you two like my project.” the person said, smiling at them.

"What is it?" Ballister asked, pointing at it with his free hand while holding Nimona in his other. "Anomalous Energy Enhancer, is it? I heard all about it!" Meredith exclaimed excitedly.

“It is.” the person said with a chuckle, nodding. “You have a good eye.”

"They just love to see it in person." Ballister said, giving Meredith a gentle bum with his elbow. "They've been into science since she was young."

He did remember how Meredith often loved science since they were younger.

The person nodded and hummed. "I see." Then the person offered their hand to Meredith and then Ballister before handing a business card. "The name is Ocean Sealine."

The grown-ups looked at the business card.

Doctor Ocean Sealine, Scientist

they/he pronouns

"I'm umm… Margo." Meredith said, using a fake name. "And I'm Gregory." Ballister said, using a fake name too.

"Well, it was nice to meet the both of you." Ocean said, smiling at them.

"So what does this do?" Ballister asked Ocean.

"Yeah." Meredith said, nodding.

Ocean smiled as they showed them the orb.

"Did it work on a beam of energy?" Meredith asked, very interesting. “It does!” Ocean exclaimed happily with a smile. "How does this work?" Ballister asked, pointing at the orb.

“Oh! It runs on its own energy. No electricity needed!” Ocean explained with a big smile.

"Will this help with climate change?" Meredith asked

“It can!” Ocean exclaimed, nodding with a smile.

"How does it work?" Ballister asked, very interested about this.

“Well-” Ocean started but then the orb buzzed and then the light went out. “Oh man…”

"It should work." Meredith said, getting a tool out of her bag. "Let me fix it " she began fixing it

Ocean looked at her as they fixed it.

The orb began shaking and began the glow causing rays to be flown out of control, almost exposing the identities of Meredith’s and exposing the identity of Ballister’s.

They noticed that some security guards were walking towards them, so they had to run.

"Nice meeting you Dr. Sealine!" Meredith said as they ran into a nearby tent.

“Um… Bye!” Ocean called out, waving bye. “And thank you!”

Ballister and Meredith ran into a tent to hide from the officers. Ballister looked at Nimona as he held Nimona in her cat form while Meredith kept on a lookout with a peek in the tent.

“Nimona?” Ballister asked the cat, who just stared at him. “We need to go.”

Nimona just looked at him.

"How's Nimora doing?" Meredith asked Ballister, still looking on if any more officers or security were about to find them.

“She’s still in her cat form.” Ballister said worriedly.

Then Nimona meowed at the grownups.

“Oh, this is serious.” both grownups said with wide eyes. They quickly left the tent and started to leave.

"Mama! Look!" A nearby kid walking by said, pointing at Nimona. "Kitty cat!"

"Kid." Meredith said, looking at the kid. "Yes it's a cat but if you want to pet her, it’s a no."

Then the two grown ups saw their mother walking over. “Yes, sweetie?” the mother asked, walking over with a smile. Then her smile faded when she saw Ballister. The woman pulled her child away as she pointed at him and shouted, “BLACKHEART!” 

"Un oh." Meredith said, grabbing Ballister’s arm. "Let's get out of here, NOW!"

Ballister nodded and they started to run.

When Nimora noticed a bunch of rats trapped in a cage. She got a plan as she jumped out of Ballister’s arms.

“NIMONA!” Both grown ups shouted at her.

Nimona got the cage unlocked and scared the rats out of the cage, making them scatter.

It ended up causing mayhem across the fair, but atlesse Ballister, Meredith, and Nimona got away

☆

Nimona was able to change back to her teen self when they were almost home.

When they got home, Nimona literally kicked the door open and stomped in angrily. “That never happens!” she yelled as she went to the couch.

"Kid, calm down." Meredith said, trying to get everything under control. "What never happened?"

Nimona looked at the grownups and said, “Being stuck! I never got stuck before!”

"What do you mean stuck?" Ballister asked, wanting to understand as he sat down with her. “Do you mean being in the cat form?”

Nimona looked at him and nodded.

"Why?"

Nimona was quiet for a moment as she held herself. “It never happened before…” she said finally, looking down. “It was probably the orb thing. It may have stunted my ability.”

Meredith and Ballister realized what she meant.

"You mean the Anomalous Energy Enhancer?" Meredith asked worriedly.

Nimona nodded, trying not to cry.

Ballister and Meredith looked at each other then they looked at Nimona, who was crying.

“Hey…” Ballister said softly to Nimona, making her look up at him. “Want me to put on your favorite movie or show on?”

The teen nodded. “I would like that.”

Meredith hugged Nimona while Ballister went to do that.

"I'll also cook something." Ballister said after getting the tv ready and looking at the both of them. “Any suggestions?”

Nimona and Meredith looked at each other before looking at Ballister. “Meatloaf?” Nimona asked. "Yeah, but make mine without ketchup." Meredith added.

Ballsiter nodded and went to the kitchen to make dinner.

Everything calmed down after a bit when Ballister came back after cooking, with plates of meatloaf, and everyone ate.

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