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azuremist · 1 year

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Okay, so here’s what happened earlier today for the sake of transparency:

Earlier, I made a post about one of the trans victims from the recent shooting and included the phrase ‘rest in power’. I’d heard that it originated from black people, so I had asked my black friend, and they said that it was for anyone who died from systematic injustice, so I posted it.

A few days pass and I get an ask from N (calling this person N for simplicity and anonymity) saying “hey this term is for black people.” I noted that N said in their bio that they were mixed race (both of which were not black), so I replied basically saying, “My black friend said that it’s for anyone who died from systematic injustice, I think I should listen to an actual black person on this.” My thought was that, if I got any asks from a black person with this concern, I would change it immediately.

N posted this answer to the ask without censoring my name (and even tagged me) and was like, “I disagree with this. Black people what do you think?”

So I was like “oh FUHUUUUCK NO” because I’m sure y’all know I have an extensive history with harassment online. So I changed my post and was like “uhh hey I changed my post so can you delete this? I feel like you made this mostly to put me on blast and I don’t feel like being harassed today honestly”.

N said that they weren’t harassing me (which I didn’t mean to claim, my fault for not being clear enough), and they removed all mentions of me from the post, which would have been a perfect compromise if there wasn’t someone in the notes of the post already @-ing me.

Also, N claimed that the post wasn’t rebloggable, so I made a sideblog to reblog it to prove that it was. Which this person took as me “being so mad” at them that I made a sideblog. (Also, someone in the notes of the original post (the one who was @-ing me) was like, “You making a sideblog to reblog one (1) post is HARASSING this person!” which…. Harassment happens over a period of time, it’s not one reblogged post to prove that a post can be reblogged, I didn’t rlly understand that)

So at this point, I DMed N to be like, “Hey, I changed the post like you wanted, and I’m really scared and have a history of harassment, could you pretty-please delete it? I know it seems stupid but I’m scared” (I chose not to mention that I have paranoid delusions bc that would seem manipulative I think?) and the person was like, “I don’t care about your feelings, you were aggressive towards me and you’re white” (idrk what the “you’re white” point is about, because this whole thing is about if a phrase is exclusive black people, and they’re not black either, although they’re also not solely white so I guess I sorta get it?).

And then they blocked me. (And according to my friend they posted about me crying “crocodile tears”? I’m sorry that I experience persecutory delusions and I get scared when experiencing them, it’s not my fault, enter that one meme)

And now I’ve gotten people purposefully sending me my triggers so I’m being targeted just like I feared I would. Lovely!

So, yeah, that’s what happened, again, for the sake of transparency. I changed the post a while ago, and it’s better to be safe than sorry. I’ve also since been informed by black folks that the person in question was correct! I’m gonna be donating a few bucks to some black folks in the mutual aid tags as reparations.

Also I learned this AFTER all this went down but apparently this person is fucking 30? And I’m a teenager so. Obviously, I did some things wrong (duh), but they were really out here beefing with someone two-thirds their age. My brain isn’t fully developed yet, what’s your excuse? (This is a joke.)

(Now I’m gonna do what this person didn’t do and put a ‘do not harass this person’ disclaimer: If you try to figure out who the person in this post is or seek them out, your mom’s a bitch. That helps nobody and it makes you look stupid.)

Edit: Added some things that I didn’t know about the situation. Also, update, I’ve been told by the same friend that they’re now screenshotting my posts behind a block… No comment.

#maybe just leave me alone if you’re gonna block me #just a thought #anyway what’s your favorite dinner food #long post

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givehimthemedicine · 2 years

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Do you take requests? If so, would you be willing to do headcanons (or maybe a full fic idk) of poly!elmax and poly!lumax getting ready for a school dance (like prom) and going to the dance?

(sorry idrk how to deliver on the poly part so here's an elmax ficlet I hope that's close enough)

"Ready for the unveiling?"

A muffled "Yes" comes through the bathroom door.

"Ok, let's see it."

And the knob turns and "OHgeez-" Max's eyes go wide at the sight.

Her mind races while El waits for her reaction.

Responses do come to mind, lots of them, just not the kind she can say to El. She goes easier on her than anyone else, because she isn't like anyone else. There's just no way to put a gentle spin on girl, your face looks like an entire circus.

She's big on El making her own choices, but letting her do her own makeup for the dance was a huge mistake.

Hopeful doe eyes look at her through lashes so heavy with mascara that they're sticking together when she blinks. And the rouge. It's just... two red circles. Like from a Twister mat.

"Uhh." Briefly, Max considers slapping on a fake grin and a thumbs up and finding one positive thing to say. Which would be what? That... she guesses the hair is.... potentially salvageable...

No. There'll be plenty of bold looks at the dance, but this is something else, and she can easily picture it getting El a kind of attention that might ruin her fun tonight.

No answer is answer enough.

"Not good?"

"It's just..." Max follows her back into the bathroom, where she coughs at the smell of 1,000 gallons of perfume and burnt hair, "a lot."

The counter is littered with bottles and brushes and rouges and eyeshadows and magazines open to photos that have contributed parts to the fashion Frankenstein in the mirror. El's fingertips touch the glossy title on a page of pictures of Julia Roberts for that new movie Pretty Woman, frowning like what could have gone wrong.

Max fails to hold back a snort, and El looks up.

"What?" she asks, looking confused throughout the momentary giggling hug that Max can't help giving her.

"You're cute," she answers. "El, you're pretty, I just can't even see you through all that stuff."

She could keep going. It'd be some real romantic shit to tell El she's already the most beautiful girl on the planet, but that isn't the issue. Max knows that any concern she has about the way she looks tonight has more to do with fitting in as a normal high school girl than whether anybody finds her attractive.

Looks don't seem to have much to do with El's interest in anyone; compliments on that subject do nothing for her, and she basically never gives them out. It doesn't bother Max. And she gets it. It's not like El being pretty is the main thing she likes about her, either.

"Look, dressing up is fun but you're supposed to still look like you. And this," Max plops the magazine aside, "might not reeeally be the look you want to go for, like... in public."

"It is kind of.. different." El considers her reflection, left eye stuck half-shut. "Do over?"

"Maybe so." Max 's eyes catch a paintbrush on the counter, and she frowns, picking it up. Like, a full-on big art brush, with paint flecks on the handle and everything, its bristles loaded with makeup. "Is.... is this Will's?"

"Yes. He has lots."

Max smirks, picturing him in the bedroom across the hall, searching the floor around his easel. She rubs a thumb over the makeup caking the other girl's cheek. "Wonder if he has some turpentine, too."

"What are those?"

"It's..." Max sighs, grabbing her a scrunchie, "nothing. Here."

"El," Will's voice comes down the hall, like they've conjured him. "You didn't put the iron somewhere weird, did you?" he leans in the doorway. "Mom can't find it. Hey, Max."

"Hey."

"I didn't move it," El answers.

"'Kay." He slides out of the doorway, but his hand shoots back to grab the door frame and he pulls himself abruptly back in, looking aghast from El's face, to Max, to the brush in Max's hand.

"What'd you do to her?" he gapes.

"No, no-"

"Oh, Will," El asks, gathering back her hair, "Do you have turp and tine?"

His face grows one notch more bewildered. "Girls use turpen-"

"No," Max interrupts, shoving the paintbrush into his hand and making get out eyes. "We don't. Here. Don't worry about it."

Will grabs Max's wrist and pulls her one step beyond the doorway, whispering, "You know she has trouble fitting in, do you know what people are gonna-"

"I! Didn't! Do that!" she hisses, pointing. "I'm working on it."

He grimaces, sniffing the air, "Are you sure about the iron?" and she gives him a shove.

El is buried in the sink, scrubbing away. The eventual sight of her actual face makes Max smile. "Take two?"

"You do it."

Max clears a space on the counter with her forearm, sending a lipstick tube rolling into the sink, and pats it for El to sit.

A soft knock on the door frame and Will is back.

"I have... finer ones," he steps forward and lays an assorted handful of paintbrushes on the counter like an uncertain offering. "I thought.. like, for details..." he shrugs.

"Thanks, Will," El smiles cheerfully at him as he backs out again.

"Don't know what I'm gonna do with either one of you," Max mutters, smirking. "Okay. So. The eyeshadow. Maybe let's narrow it down to one color?"

"You will be looking at me. I won't." El shrugs. "Make me look how you like to look at."

She knows what El means, but she still has to pause.

"This is how I like to look at you," she gestures at all of her - bare face, comfy t-shirt, fraying cutoffs.

"But." El gestures at the makeup and the dresses hanging on the closet door. "We bought all this stuff."

"We'll wear the stuff. I'm just saying. I like you however. Just, you looking like you. You know that, right?"

El smiles softly, nodding.

Max gets to work. And while she works, her canvas is staring back at her, wheels clearly turning.

"What're you thinking about?" she finally has to ask.

"Trying to think how you would look if you looked different." El squints slightly. "But then.. you would look like someone else. And I would miss your face."

"No you wouldn't, 'cause then I never woulda had this face," Max answers, choosing a pinky gloss and starting to apply it to El's lips.

"Ohh.. yeah.." she whispers thoughtfully. "Then. I -"

"Hold still."

"Max."

"Shut up," she laughs, "you're making me mess it up. Don't smile."

But she is, all teeth, and now Max can't keep her hand steady, and it's impossible.

El reaches up and runs a finger along Max's eyebrow, and Max's laugh fades.

"I would like whatever face had you in it," El says, looking at each of her features and then the whole. "But I'm glad you are in my favorite one."

Max smiles, and El smiles at her smile and stretches up, wanting to kiss it.

"Wait, you're gonna-" Max holds up the gloss.

El twists around to look in the mirror. "You already messed it up."

"I??"

"You," she tugs on Max's shirt, bringing a laughing little kiss into reach.

"Oh, hey," Max looks at her lips, "strawberry."

#they'd be seniors in 89 and that movie came out in 90 so this is almost not an anachronism #sorry this took so long i had to stop in the middle of it and do a dissertation on what pretty means to el #elmax #ficlet #this forced me to actually consider what elmax dynamics would be and its come to my attention that I get aro vibes from both of them #so I can only picture them as like BFFs with one drop too much romance #fic #mine

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hamilton-ventblog · 1 month

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alr remaking my pinned post since my old one was more fandomy

this is sorta just a space for me to vent, unmask all that

if you think you know my main please don't say anything. if you really wanna know just dm me ig

originally this was like a fandom blog but it's morphed into a vent blog, hence the theme

uhh info! im #neurodivergent and also a minor. she/her or they/them pronouns please, just pick a set idk. (i don't even use they/them pronouns usually but they help me feel ✨ anonymous ✨ and disconnected from my main blog so yeah.) my (user)name isn't super common so idrk what to go by here. honestly if you just address me as "you" or "the person running the blog" that works.

this blog is probably just gonna be vents but im open to chat, feel free send in an ask about whatever, tryina make this a chill space so nothing like. discoursy or political please

#vent blog #pinned post #asks open #pinned #pinned intro #intro #hamilton fandom #ig

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kallikrein · 2 years

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SWEET FAVOR

— in which imaushi wakasa treats himself with a snack.

genre. smut. MDNI.

contains. fem!reader, uhh explicit content (help idrk what to tag lol) and not proofread.

word count. 1.1k.

note. this is just supposed to be a timestamp but it reached a thousand words so... haha. welp, here’s my first fic of the year. it’s a thirst lmfksksks. might edit this later. idk.

Wakasa must have something inside his mouth at all times. May it be a sweet rice cake, a hard lollipop, or the straw to his drink that always ends up looking like it has been chewed by a dog.

He needs to keep his mouth preoccupied. Or hell, amongst other barbaric tragedies, would unleash on the very earth he walks upon.

So it has become a habit for the two of you whenever alone together that he would place his mouth somewhere on your skin: on your fingertips, the delicate back of your hand, the silkiness of your temples.

He would, without fail, keep them there, inhale the blissful scent you harbour that he found so soothing, and purse his lips after some time to plant a tiny kiss on the side of your head.

He would always trail those warm lips down to your ear, slowly caressing your lobe with a heavy breath before taking it between his teeth, nibbling on the lug like it’s the perfect snack to treat himself with. Upon sensing your shiver, his tongue would dart out, licking a stripe on the inner shell of your ear to create goosebumps that ran along the expanse of your forearms.

Your lips parted slightly, a wordless message that you welcome his inviting actions — how your one hand nimbly wrapped around the back of his head to guide him further on the enticing skin of your neck.

He’d hear his name come out breathlessly from your lips when he bit the sensitive spot he so dearly adores to abuse, bruising the skin until it’s all red and splotchy, marking what is clearly his — and only his. “Waka,” you would murmur and it’s all he ever wanted to hear.

Wakasa traced down the fine column of your throat, tongue poking out every now and then, teasing you what he could be doing to your other areas instead. However, he didn’t want to stop taunting you just yet. He was still having fun being coy. Your little gasps, the squirmish moves that your hips make alongside the grip you have on his colored streak hair getting tauter and harsher, he wanted to make you feel loved by his mouth alone.

He then dipped low into the collar of your shirt, calloused hands headed for the mounds he never ever wanted to let go, fixing his parted lips right above your clothed nipple. His palms pawed skillfully at your breasts, pushing them upwards as though it’s the only bra you would ever need before rolling the pink muscle that was his tongue on your pert, unattended nipple.

The reaction you let out made him keen in an instant, going straight to the appendage between his legs, hardening and throbbing to be relieved by you. His mouth hungrily closed in on the bud, wetting your shirt — his shirt in the process, watching you mewl and trying to contain your squeals with one hand.

He’d move to the other side, feasting on your clad breast just like he did with the previous one. His right hand softly stroking your tummy down to your navel, and beginning to undone the button of your pants.

He slowly smiled against your chest when you shimmied the obstructive thing away, a bit shy when speaking but your actions were undeniably hurried. “You want this so bad, huh?”

Although seeing you nod, helplessly as he must say, the once provoking grin he has turned into a searing look of need. Amethyst eyes flaring with heavy-lidded desire whilst the evident arousal he has in his pants got even harder and all the more painful. He didn’t think twice, he knelt down before you like a servant preaching his goddess, spreading your legs wide open as a wet patch of your heat became the sole thing he focused on.

Wakasa’s mouth immediately salivated, planting harsh bites on your inner thighs with his tongue soothing the painful sting right after. He could smell your own slick, your own need, dripping down the sofa you were arousingly perched on. He could even taste it in his tongue, running down through his throat. He could just dive right in, but he wanted to hear you say it first — needed for you to demand him to eat your pretty pussy out.

“What do you want, Princess?”

Instead of proper words, he only heard a whimper. Your hand pressing his head closer to your core, trying to get him to do his job even though he’s utmost willing. He deemed he should be renounced as a saint for trying not to indulge into your wild temptation, cooing his own words of encouragement against your skin, breathing them right where you need him the most, “Say it.”

“I- I want your tongue inside of me.”

There, and Wakasa didn’t waste a second anymore. Giving your clit its much needed lick, he did it over and over until you’re tugging at his scalp, legs twitching by the sides of his face as he laps up rather greedily at your soppy lips. He took your little sensitive nub to his mouth, sucking it in whilst he closely watched how you threw your head back moaning, and your beautiful eyes squeezed shut tight from pleasure.

He slithered his tongue between your folds, observing how your voice became an octave higher, keeping him in his place with both of your hands as you rolled your hips against his face, gasping his name weakly again and again, yet riding his face with much enthusiasm.

He could only grunt whilst his tongue and lips do its job, his bright eyes memorizing every curve and gyrate that your body deliciously makes. He even traced letters of his name on your needy hole, watching you tremble each time he finished one — so much that he could also feel himself wetting his own pants.

The sticky leaks of his own arousal made his mouth move rougher, teetering you over the satisfying edge he loves to orchestrate and push you over. He groans whenever you whine a ‘please’ or ‘fuck’, but nothing could be better than his name being moaned by his perfect, pretty girl who’s right now very much desperate for some sort of release.

Seeing how you’re all teary-eyed from his ministrations, Wakasa reached for your spot — the spot where you never fail to whimper, twitch uncontrollably whilst sobbing his name, and feeling the tight coil in your tummy that he slowly built becomes freely unraveled.

And he would just watch you become limp from euphoria, catching your breath, and reaching for him to give him a grateful, well-pleased kiss. “Good?” He’d ask. Determined, lilac orbs burning holes through your blissed out face, and still keeping his mouth preoccupied, kissing your lips oh so tenderly, even though he just tasted you. “Is it my turn now?”

taglist. @sugokawata, @baji-san, @gwynsapphire, @eriskaitto and @manjiroarchiviste.

#[ ⌨️ ] — writings #東京リベンジャーズ #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers imagine #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers imaushi wakasa #imaushi wakasa smut #imaushi wakasa x reader

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glazelilyy · 3 years

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hihi congrats on 1000 !! can i request childe/tartaglia + romantic confession letter? IDRK A LOT BUT UHH maybe it’s could be like when he leaves mondstadt and doesn’t realize his feelings till he’s back in szneznya (??) UHH I HOPE THIS HASNT ALR BEEN REQUESTED BUT YEAH LOLZ <3

𝟏𝟎𝟎𝟎 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 - 𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮

pairing - childe/tartaglia x gender neutral reader

prompt - romantic confession letter

warning - none

a/n - this request is so adorable!! i actually haven't received many requests for diluc or childe so i'm more than happy to write for our lovely harbinger :D

hey comrade!

how've you been recently? i know we didn't get a chance to hang out much before i left mondstat, but our drinking contest at angel's share will no doubt be one for the history books (and send my regards to that cavalry captain, he sure knows how to drink!)

though mondstat is a beautiful land, all pales in comparison to snezhnaya's wintery hills and nipping frost. we had discussed it briefly but if you're willing i would absolutely love to bring you back here with me! my family has been dying to meet you, i often send them letters about our time together. my brother, teucer, in particular is most excited for your potential visit!

i know it hasn't been very long since i left, but i actually came to a very interesting conclusion on the boat back home. the gift you had left me with: a pyro crystalfly in a jar, was the most comforting item i had for all of the boat ride back to snezhnaya. and it might have been then that i realized just how much i missed you, and our adventures together.

i've know very little people who are able to keep up with my prowess, and you might be at the very top of the list! you're always around to keep me on my toes, seems i can never catch a break without you sticking a sword in my face (not that i mind of course! i'm always down for a duel with you!) but to not acknowledge how sweet and kind you are, coupled with how well you got along with that little girl in red, klee was her name? not only that, but you're ever so helpful and courteous, i don't think i've met anyone quite like you! if there was anyone i'd want to conquer the world with, you'd be my first choice.

you really do strike a chord with the people you interact with, me especially, and i wish i realized this before i left mondstat's soils but i am hopelessly and desperately in love with you.

now, now, i know what you're thinking: but rest assured, though i'm obligated to remain loyal to her majesty, given the chance i would follow you to the ends of the earth any day if you even ask me just once.

there is a hopeful sliver of me that thinks you might return my feelings, but even in the case that you don't, worry not! you'll still have me as you dutiful traveling partner and confidant! (and, as your wallet if you need anything of course)

but i'm serious when i say i love you with all of me. i'll arrive in mondstat in two weeks time, and even if you don't have an answer for me then, it's okay. i'd wait a lifetime for you even if it's just to be rejected.

i can't wait to see you again,

childe <3

#1k event. a letter to you #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #childe #tartaglia #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #childe imagines #tartaglia imagines #genshin impact imagines

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vinnival · 3 years

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WAIT I ACCIDENTALLY FOLLOWED YOU IS THAT MEAN?? UGH I DUNNO BUT WOULD IT BE ALR IF I ASKED FOR A MADNESS COMBAT MATCHUP,,

i don't really mind any pronouns but i use she her! i'm 5'5, and currently questioning my sexuality (ALL I KNOW IS IM NOT STRAIGHT BAHBAH) i have fluffy dark brown hair, shoulder length im pretty sure?? my hair is fucking whack, i have brown eyes, and my skin doesnt decide whether it wants to b light or dark, but most of the time it can b pretty light and i havent gone outside 4 a bit,, pls send help][pray]]

my personality is also very idrk,, weird?> it really depends on who im talking to because i have a fear of losing people but uhh,, i'm very playful and a bit harsh, i pick fights with people,, i really enjoy listening to people vent and helping them, some of my friends consider me to be a mother figure to them and it makes me super happy honestly-- i get angry easily and it leads to me saying prickly things to people or just me breaking things, im scared of making new friends and meeting new people because of the way i am, i tend to act like a cat like meowing, hissing, and stuff like that,, i also really like attention but like,, not too much attention because its just annoying, and im an asshole.

im currently obsessed homestuck and madness combat. I think true crime cases are really interesting to me, making games on roblox, and bullying little children on there

i didnt know if i should put this here but i have mental illnesses, such as autism, adhd, d.i.d, and other things that will make me feel like one of those people that make me feel kinda gross

I DONT KNOW IF THAT WAS GOOD MY ENGLISH SUCKS WHAWAAHBJNKFMLDS

I'll finish this when I'm done with all the prompts and hc requests!

finally..... after 2 months..... all done !! Here we go ! Enjoy <3

MATCHUPS ARE NOT OPEN YET

You got a match! You're matched with...

2BDAMNED

First off lemme say: he'd love bullying kids on roblox with u

Oh yeah father figure with mom friend? Perfect match

He forces you to help him take care of the boys but u don't mind because you love him <3

Ngl he probably met you off of a random website that was miraculously still up in Nevada

Replied to one of your comments or something along those lines??

He said something silly n so you were automatically intrigued

"hey lol" -ur first text

lord u were NERVOUS

But !! You immediately hit it off w him! You both slowly but surely knew more about each other

He didn't fully trust you as a person (anyone can be out to kill him tbh) so he was restrictive, but he was confident in the firewalls and proxies he set up so AAHW won't find him

Alas after enough days he finally felt comfortable enough to meet you irl

You felt 100x more nervous, scared even, but you trusted him enough to only bring one gun

Finally, you two met, immediately growing comfortable in each others' presence

2B discarded the pistol and knife he had hidden away, and you tossed away your pistol

"Don't toss your gun what the fuck"

"I do what I want pissbaby"

You can tell he gave you a scowl; "just as mean as you are online, I see how it is"

Your eyes narrowed playfully,"If you expected anything different change your standards"

Since he knew you love to rile people up for no reason, he kept calm. He would usually keep calm in these situations, so even if you didn't tell him, he'd be good

Whoa you act like a cat? He thinks that's p cute tbh

Hank also loves interacting with you bc of your cat-like habits

Oh man. Loves. I mean, LOVES. petting/brushing ur hair .

So fluffy......so pretty....

When you've had enough attention, he picks up on it immediately and respects ur boundaries

Also loves watching true crime with you ! I can see him being interested in other serial killers since he has to deal with one himself and would like to know more about their general mindset instead of directly asking hank a metric shitton of questions

He takes you into his work space while he works so u two can just talk yanno

If you start getting riled up for any reason, he stops what he's doing, gently grabs you, and leads you out of there so you don't break any of his hard-earned equipment

Aye you werent complaining he holds u so gentol....

If you have an episode of any kind, he's there to try and calm you down. He has multiple methods of calming people down depending on what type of crash they're having, if u dissociate and need help remembering what ure doing, he's totally fine with reminding you ! Don't be ashamed or afraid of your mental state around him, he's as close to a doctor that one could be in Nevada, so he won't judge you for what you have. It's a part of you :] !!

Asks you out in the dumbest way possible (in your opinion)

He gets back in the site you first met him on and shot you a message

You were confused when you checked it the next day on the same computer he used

"So... Want to date?"

"2B?!" You yelled, your voice cracking

it's been so long since I've done my last madcom matchup that I literally had to look at one of my old ones to remember how I formatted it Bruh

anyways I hope u enjoyed !!!! <3

#madness combat #madness combat matchup #*santa claus voice from rise of the guardians* its been a long time old friend!#what the hell did i tag them old matchups with #uhh #madness combat 2bdamned #2bdamned

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miioouu · 3 years

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hey uhh idrk if this qualifies for an emergency request but i am PMSing rly rly bad rn and could def use some comfort fluff:/ sooo i was wondering if you could do tsukishima(happy bday to the light of our life!!), daichi, and suga with a fem!s/o that gets hella bad pms(v sore boobs, cries at pretty much anything, headaches, rly bad pre period cramps, bloating and therefore not feeling good abt their appearance, tired, mood swings, etc.) if you can't thats fine but tyyy:)!!😘😘😘

I'm PMsing right now too sooo this one us for the both of us and anyone who's dealing with periods right now dudndj.

Thank you for requesting!! ❤️💜❤️

Tsukishima Kei

Let's be honest here, Tsukishima absolutely has no idea what's going on. Why you're haunched over and you look so tired, why you're clinging to him lika a koala to a branch... He doesn't know what's happening. And do you think once he figures it out he'll know how to react? No way! He'll just be awkward about it like "Um... Y/n ? Are you ok?" Um obviously not Kei! But it's just because he doesn't know what to do, he was never told what to do, he never experienced anything like that before. One thing he does know about though, is that whenever you feel down, you always demand a hug or cuddles. Will it help you out right now? Will it help you when he comes over and find you sleeping, frown on your face from the pain, he'll slowly slip behind you and wrap his arms around you, give you a soft kiss on your cheek as he holds you tight? Will this help you? From the frown dissappearing and being replaced by your wonderful smile, he assumed that yes, yes it did help you! Honestly, if all it takes from Tsuki to make this week feel less like hell, is to be nice, he'll do it, just for you!

Daichi Sawamura

The moment he sees you holding your stomach, looking sick as ever, he knew what's happening and he'll try his best to make you feel better. He knows you can't control your mood swings, he'll never snap back at you. He knows all you want to do is lay in his bed and hug him all day long, he won't stop you. And he knows you're feeling pretty down, so he'll cheer you up. As his fingers are playing with your hair, his other hand caressing your sides, his eyes looking deeply into yours with a big smile streched on his face, the sweetest words would fall out of his lips "You're so beautiful my Y/n, you really are! You're so cute, so nice, so kind... You're just amazing, perfect! I love you..." And he didn't mean to make you cry, absolutely not. But he realized it's not a bad thing, when your arms tightened around him, your face nuzzling into his chest and your voice barely above a whisper yet loud enough for him to hear "I love you too Sawamura... I love you so much!"

Sugawara Koushi

Just like Daichi, Suga would know immediately and would go out of his way to make you feel better. What helps your cramps? A good hot cup of tea? He got it! Chocolat? Got it ! A heating pad? On it! Ran out of pads/tampon/whatever ? He's got your back! And once he knows all the things that make you feel good, you won't have to tell him, he'll have them right with him all the time. Not to mention, he already knows when you get your period, so without even telling him, he brings you a hot cup of whatever you like to drink on the first of your period. He knows it's not only that, the moodswings, the dropping self confidence, the over emotinal state, he knows about these, and he'll try to help you. He doesn't really know how though? A simple word would do it? An embrace is just fine? Even if you say yes, he feels like he needs to do much more. Cuddles and kisses, compliments and praises, surprises and sweet texts, he's so extra with his love, but for you, it doesn't matter. As long as his y/n is smiling, he'll do anything.

#tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #daichi sawamura x reader #daichi x reader #sugawara koshi x reader #sugawara x reader #tsukishima kei #daichi sawamura #sugawara koshi #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #request

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forgive-the-sea · 3 years

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paradise

Summary: soft Dabi hours...just some good ol’ cuddling

Pairing: Dabi x Reader

Rating: G for General

Warnings: none?

WC: ~600

A/N: uh hi! here’s a drabble after over a month of not posting writing! idrk what this is...i’ve just been having the biggest dabi brain rot recently bc of obvious reasons and uhh...i just woke up today thinking about morning cuddles with dabi so enjoy...?!

Your eyes slowly flutter open, adjusting to the light coming in through the blinds and through the curtain of your messy hair that hangs over your face. You move your hair out of the way to get a better look at Dabi, who’s lying on his stomach, face turned toward you, asleep. The sunlight plays off his dark hair making it shine a brilliant jet black. His long eyelashes cast shadows on his face and his upper body rises and falls with each breath.

He looks so peaceful like this. His face completely relaxed. No remnants of the frown lines that usually appear when one of the other league members does something annoying. No scowl in sight that pops up when things don’t go according to plan. Just soft rhythmic breathing.

You wish you could freeze time and watch Dabi sleep like this forever. Away from the craziness of the league’s antics. Away from whatever painful past he keeps hidden from you.

Dabi slowly starts to wake and opens an eye to look at you.

“Stop starin,’” he mumbles out and nuzzles his face into his pillow.

You move closer to him, entangling your legs with his and caressing his cheek with your thumb.

“But I love seeing you like this,” you say with a smile before pressing a small kiss to his nose.

“Gross,” he groans, but the smirk beginning to tug at the corners of his lips gives him away.

“Oh, shut up. You know you love it,” you giggle before playfully peppering kisses all over his face.

“You’re right. I do,” he says while looking you in the eyes before wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your chest.

You let out a content hum as you cage his head in your arms bringing him closer to your chest and lowering your lips to give him a kiss on top of his head.

You feel his warm touch as his hands rub up and down your back. You both stay like this for a moment, relaxing to the rhythm of each other’s breaths, with Dabi continuing to rub your back and you running your hands through his hair.

Your voice breaks the peaceful silence when you speak in a low murmur, “Dabi?”

“Hmm?” he responds, his hot breath hitting your chest.

“Let’s get away. Just the two of us.”

His hands still in their position, no longer soothingly rubbing your back, and he slowly raises his head from your chest to meet your gaze.

You worry that you’ve upset him, but now that the words have escaped you, you can’t stop.

“We can put everything behind us and live a happy, quiet life together.”

Dabi only holds your gaze while caressing your cheeks with the rough pads of his thumbs. There’s a pause and you begin to worry about what his reaction will be. He only sighs and finds one of your hands to pull up to his lips for a kiss.

“Not yet, darling. There’s still more to be done. Let’s just focus on what we have right here, right now, okay?”

“Okay,” you say while you trace his lips with your fingers.

He knows what you want and pulls your hand away from his face to press his lips to yours in a sweet kiss.

As much as it hurts to see Dabi grow increasingly unstable and to know to what lengths he’s gone to see the league’s plan come to fruition, you know you can’t stop him.

So you settle for being close to the man you love for as long as you can because these small moments you share together feel like paradise.

#dabi x reader #dabi x you #mha imagines #mha self insert #mha scenarios #...this is my first not hq piece...#well i am writing a jjk piece too but that isn't done yet #hi mha fandom i guess

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writingxfootballl · 3 years

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hello! i hope you’re having a good day! uhh- idrk what to say so... here’s your reminder to eat food and drink water and take care of yourself and remember to take breaks and listen to your body! :)

hiii thank you!

and same goes to you :)

(i love interacting with y’all so feel free to spam my inbox with anything that’s on your mind :))

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all-hail-the-witcher · 6 years

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hi there can you write some canon ralbert angst? I love your writing btw it always makes my day

holy freaking gosh this took for actual ever

it was gonna be longer but it’s already pretty damn long and I’m tired

if anyone likes it enough (excluding you twitch) I do have enough planned for a part 2

this is the bridge hypothermia thing btw

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ship: ralbert

genre: hurt comfort angst

warnings: like a .2 second suicide mention, but it’s a misunderstanding do, hypothermia, someone falling off a bridge, uhh snow ? idrk

word count: 3377 yike

editing: ish

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Albert paced back and forth across the common room of the lodging house. Race should have been home from selling an hour ago. Normally, Albert wouldn’t be worried - Race could hold his own in most situations. But, Albert just had a feeling that something bad had happened. And it had just started snowing.

“Jack, please,” Albert begged for the third time. “Let me go look for him. Or send someone out. He doesn’t have a good jacket and it’s starting to snow.”

Jack sighed. He had gathered all of the important Manhattan Newsies in the common room because Spot and some of his boys were supposed to be coming over to have a meeting about border disputes with Queens. Albert could see that Jack was torn. It was odd that Race hadn’t come back yet and they did need him for the meeting since he was second in command. But at the same time he couldn’t send out Mush or Specs to go look for him cause they were needed for the meeting and he couldn’t risk sending out the younger boys because they might get lost or freeze.

“Alright,” Jack finally said. “Race is more important than any meeting with Brooklyn. Specs and JoJo you go west, Mush and Finch you go north, Davey and Blink go south and Al and I will go east. No one stay out for more than an hour, okay?”

Everyone nodded, grabbing their jackets and extra socks for their hands before splitting off in their designated directions.

Albert and Jack searched as far as the bridge. Every second that they searched contributed to Albert’s general anxiety about Race. Where was he? Was he bleeding out in an alley? Was he freezing to death? Was he safely back at the lodge?

“Al, we gotta go back,” Jack said after they looked in the same alley for the third time. “We’ve looked everywhere and it’s getting late.”

“Jack, we have to keep going,” Albert begged. “He could be out there, I can’t leave him.”

“Let’s go back to the lodge and reconvene,” Jack said gently, placing his arm around Albert’s shoulders. “Maybe one of the other boys found him.”

Albert gave a weak nod and allowed himself to be steered toward the lodge.

•••

Race was not at the lodge, nor had any other the other boys found him. Albert pulled his knees into his chest as he watched the other boys talk about what they should do next. He wasn’t really listening to what anyone was saying though. His mind was whirring. Where could Race be? Why hadn’t he come home yet? Albert was going to kill him if he wasn’t already dead.

It was around midnight when there was a knock at the lodging house door. Albert’s head snapped up. Race?

Jack opened the lodging house door to reveal, not Race, but Checks, Spot’s second in command.

Jack narrowed his eyes. “Whatrya doin here, Checks? The meetin was supposed to be 2 hours ago. And it’s late and it’s snowing.”

Checks rolled her eyes, stepping inside and pulling off her cap, shaking the show out of her hair. “Spot says he’s sorry about the meeting, but I’m here on other terms.”

“Which might be…?” Jack raised his eyebrows. “What could possibly be so important at midnight for you to trek here all the way from Brooklyn in the snow?”

“If ya stopped runnin your trap for a minute I could tell you,” Checks said, rather annoyed. “Do we got an Albert Dasilva here?”

Albert sprung up from the couch. “Yeah.”

“I need ya to come with me,” she said simply, “back to Brooklyn.”

“An why is that, exactly?” Jack asked before Albert could respond. “Cause we’re dealing with a bit of a situation here right now and I don’t think Al is up for dealin with any Brooklyn business. Heck, he ain’t even one uh the leaders. An I’m not letting him make the trek to brooklyn at midnight in the snow.”

Checks rolled her eyes. “Lemme guess, this little ‘situation’ uh yours is about Race not comin back, right?”

Albert felt his fist tighten at his side. How dare she make light of Race not coming back? He could be dead or frozen somewhere.

Jack beat him to it. “Listen, Checks, I don’t know how things work in Brooklyn, but here in Manhattan, we stick together. An how didja even know Race was missing?”

“Well first of all, he’s the only one that ain’t here right now,” Checks said, surveying the room. “An, Spot pulled him outta the east river 3 hours ago.”

Albert’s knees gave out from under him and he collapsed back on the couch, in too much shock to even cry. He knew something had happened. Why had Race even been in the East River? Was he okay? It was cold out and the water was even colder, not to mention the freaking snow. There was a good chance Race would die of cold exposure, if he wasn’t already dead.

In the midst of his panic, Albert felt someone, probably Mush, put an arm around him and begin to whisper reassurances. Albert almost yanked away, but then he heard what Mush was saying.

“Albert, hey, hey, it’s okay. Shhhhh. Listen to me. Checks just said Race isn’t dead. They’ve got him at the brooklyn lodging house. Spot got him there in time. They’re keeping him warm, but it's too early to tell. Spot wants you there tonight, just in case, okay?”

Albert looked up at Mush blankly.

“Race needs you,” Mush said gently. “You gotta go with Checks.”

“Okay,” Albert whispered, standing shakily and grabbing his jacket.

“Here, Al,” Finch threw his spare jacket at him. “It’s cold out there and we don't need someone else freezing.”

“Thanks, Finch.” Albert pulled Finch’s jacket on on top of his own, pulled on his hat and put his extra socks over his hands.

“Oh, Spot said to bring Race any warmer clothes if he’s got em,” Checks spoke up. “The spares we got ain’t really that great.”

“I got it,” JoJo said, climbing up the stairs to Race’s bunk. He returned a few minutes later with a pape bag filled with Race’s extra clothes and handed it to Albert.

“I’ll be by in the morning to check on you guys,” Jack said, clapping Albert on the back. “Don't let him try anything stupid ya hear? He ain’t allowed back here until he can walk across the bridge by himself.”

Albert let out a weak chuckle. “Will do.” Then, he followed Checks out into the cold.

•••

By the time Albert and Checks reached the Brooklyn lodging house the snow was coming down thick and heavy. Albert was shivering despite his extra jacket and he kept having to blink away the snow that was collecting on his eyelashes.

Checks pulled open the door to the lodging house and ushered Albert inside quickly. Inside, the common room was empty except for a bed that someone had pulled near the fireplace. From where Albert was standing it looked like there were two people laying in the bed, one holding the other tightly.

At the sound of the door opening one of the people got up from the bed, carefully tucking the blanket around the other before walking over to greet Albert and Checks.

Albert was only half surprised to see Spot. He looked tired, disheveled even, and he was wearing a long sleeve shirt with a tear in the sleeve.

“Good, you made it,” Spot sighed before turning to Checks. “You're in charge until further notice.”

Checks gave him a curt nod. “Make sure you get some sleep.”

Spot rolled his eyes and gave Checks a gentle push toward the stairs. “Go to bed, Checks, you gotta lotta stuff to do in the morning.”

Spot waited until Checks disappeared upstairs to turn to Albert. “I’m so glad you’re here,” he said, walking back toward the bed and motioning for Albert to follow. “I was gonna wait until morning to send someone to come grab you but I figured you lot would be worried. And it’s still kinda touch and go.”

Albert swallowed hard. “What happened exactly?”

“I don’t know,” Spot sighed. “I was heading to Hattan with Checks for the meeting with you lot when I see someone fall off the bridge. I didn’t even realize it was Race until I pulled him out uh the water.” Spot sat down on the edge of the bed., placing his hand on the person’s head who was laying in the bed.

It took Albert half a second to realize that Race was the person who was laying next to Spot. He almost didn’t recognize him under all the blankets. Race’s skin was pale and some spots had splotchy red patches, his eyes were closed and his lips were slightly blueish. Spot had covered his head with a blue knit hat and the blankets were pulled up to his neck. It broke Albert’s heart to see him so weak and vulnerable.

“He jumped off the bridge?” Albert whispered uncertainly, not taking his eyes off Race. He couldn’t believe that Race would do something like that, Why hadn’t he talked to him?

Spots eyes went wide and he put a hand on Albert’s knee. “No, no, he didn't jump. He was looking at the view and someone bumped into him pretty hard and he lost his balance and fell over the edge. It’s a miracle the fall didn't kill him.”

Albert closed his eyes. At least he hadn’t done it on purpose. And thank god Spot had seen it and was able to rescue him. Race couldn’t swim. Albert didn't want to imagine him floundering around in the water, hoping to be rescued.

“Thank you, for pulling him out,” Albert said gratefully. “I don't know what I would do without him.”

“Well, he ain’t off the hook yet,” Spot said. “He was only in the water for maybe 3 minutes tops but he was unconscious when I pulled him out. Still breathing, though. Whacked him on the back several times until he woke up and started coughing. He passed out again on the way back to the lodge. And then, of course, it started to snow on top of that. Poor kid was so cold he wasn’t even shivering anymore. Luckily, I’ve dealt with this kinda situation before so I knew what to do, but if he doesn’t wake up real soon I ain’t too sure if he’s gonna make it.”

Albert looked down at Race’s face, which was blurring slightly due to the tears in his eyes. “Has he woken up at all?”

Spot made a face. “Twice, just for a few seconds. Both times he seemed generally dazed and asked multiple times where he was and what had happened. He didn't really seem to recognize me. I think the cold messed with his brain a little.”

Albert tried not to cry as he stared at Race, looking utterly helpless and small under his mountain of blankets. What would happen if he didn't make it? How would he keep going?

“Did you bring clothes for him?” Spot asked, noting the paper bag Albert was carrying.

Albert nodded, pulling the bag off and placing it on the bed. Inside JoJo had put Race’s thickest undershirt, a pair of knit pants that he was fairly certain belonged to Finch, his own thick flannel shirt and four pairs of mismatched socks. Underneath that there was Race’s quilt from his bed at the lodge - one of the few possessions he had left from the time before he was a newsie - his deck of cards and one of his cigars. Albert smiled, leaving the cards and the cigar in the bag for when - if - Race woke up.

Spot gently removed the blankets from Race and sat him up gingerly, using his shoulder to support Race’s head which had lolled to the side. He removed the threadbare shirt and pants that Race had been wearing with ease, careful not to move his arms and legs too much to prevent any more heat loss. “Hand me that flannel, will ya?”

Albert wordlessly handed Spot JoJo’s flannel shirt and watched as he slipped it over Race’s slightly red skin, buttoning it up carefully.

“I’m gonna need your help with the pants, okay?”

Albert nodded, gently lifting Race’s legs one at a time and slipping them into the legs of Finch’s pants, wincing when his hand touched Race’s ice cold skin. Then, as per Spot’s instruction, he covered Race’s bare feet with two pairs of socks and his hands, which were red and cracked from the cold and selling outside, with the other two pairs.

Spot laid Race back down with obvious care before pulling the two blankets back over him. Albert placed Race’s blanket from the lodge on top.

Spot hopped off the bed. “I’m going to give you two some time together. I’ll be just upstairs cleaning up if you need me.”

“Thanks, Spot,” Albert whispered.

“You should probably get under the blankets with him, ya know, warm him back up using your body heat. That’s what I was doing before ya got here, seems to be helping, especially skin to skin,” Spot said. “Just don't rub him too hard or move him too much, an make sure the fire doesn't go out. An come get me if he really wakes up, still need ta get somethin warm in him.”

Albert nodded, unbuttoning his own flannel shirt and removing his undershirt as Spot climbed upstairs. Once under the covers, Albert undid the buttons on Race’s shirt and gently pressed his warm chest to Race’s freezing one, winding one arm around his upper back and using the other to carefully press Race’s head into his shoulder.

“What am I gonna do with you Tonio?” Albert sighed, pressing a gentle kiss to Race’s temple. “You can’t scare me like this.” Silent tears fell onto Race’s shoulder.

After about 10 minutes, Albert heard a faint moan escape Race’s lips. His stomach flipped. Maybe Race would be okay. “Shhhh,” he whispered soothingly. “You’re okay.”

Race let out another slightly louder moan and tensed under Albert’s soft hold. “Don't worry, baby, I’m not gonna hurt you,” Albert reminded him.

Race pulled back from Albert slightly, a shiver rippling throughout his thin body as he cracked his uncharacteristically dull blue eyes open. Albert was so relieved to see the eyes that he had fallen in love with that he almost cried in relief. Race, however, looked confused.

“Who’re you?” He slurred quietly, trying to wiggle out of Alberts loose grip. “Where’m I? Wha’ ‘append?”

Albert vaguely remembered Spot saying something about Race having trouble remembering things. A few tears dripped from his eyes. Was this going to be permanent? “It’s me, Race,” Albert said gently. “You know me.”

“I do?” Race tried to move further from Albert.

“Yes, yes you do, you just don't remember me right now,” Albert mumbled. “An stop moving, you’re really weak and I don't need you hurting yourself right now.”

“Bu’ I don’ know you,” Race said again, his voice barely a whisper.

“Shhhh, yes you do Tonio, just think, use that brain of yours,” Albert murmured, placing a hand on Race’s forehead. Still cold, but not nearly as bad as before. Albert began to gently stroke Race’s cheek, which he usually did to calm Race’s nerves and ground him.

At his touch, recognition flashed across Race’s face and he smiled slightly. “Albie?”

“Yes, baby, its me. See? I knew you could do it.” Albert gently pulled Race back into his chest. “You’re safe. You fell off the Brooklyn bridge, nearly drowned. Spot brought you back to the Brooklyn Lodging House.”

“Spo’?” Race mumbled into Albert’s neck.

“Yes, Spot Conlon, your friend. He’s the king of Brooklyn.” It was a little worrying that Race was this disoriented, but at least he was awake and talking.

“‘M friends wit’ th’ king o’ Brooklyn?” Race giggled weakly.

“Yes,” Albert soothed. “He’s just upstairs. Very worried about you, just like me.” Race made a pleased noise. “How are you feeling baby?”

“Cold,” Race whispered, “an’ tired.”

“Think you can stay awake a little longer for me?” Albert asked.

“Think so,” Race mumbled.

“Good, cause-” Albert was cut off by Spot creaking down the stairs.

“I heard voices,” Spot called softly. “Is he awake?”

“Yeah,” Albert responded.

Race curled further into Albert’s chest. “Who’s tha’?”

“Shhh, it’s just Spot,” Albert reassured him. Then he turned to Spot. “He doesn’t remember you.”

Spot furrowed his eyebrows. “That’s not good. Does he know who you are?”

Albert nodded slowly. “Took him a few minutes, though.”

Spot lay down on Race’s other side and Race pressed closer to Albert, whining slightly. “Hey, Tonio, it’s okay, it’s just Spot. He’s not gonna hurt you.”

“Ar’ya sure?” Race slurred, moving his head to look up at Albert. His blue eyes looked scared.

“I’m sure,” Albert reassured him, releasing his hold on him slightly so he could look at Spot.

“Hey there Racer,” Spot said softly. “Glad you’re doing better.”

“Albie says yer Spo’.” Race looked up at Spot with confusion.

“I am,” Spot smirked. “How’re you feeling?”

Race groaned. “Why does e’ryon’ care ‘bout how ‘m feelin’? ‘M fine, ‘m jus’ cold ‘nd tired.”

“Race, you fell off the Brooklyn bridge, of course we’re worried about you,” Spot sighed. Even in his weakened, semi conscious state, Race still managed to act like he was fine. “Think you’ll be able to hold down some liquid for me? That should help warm you up.”

“How d’ I know y’ain’t tryna poison me?” Race scowled.

“Race, I would never,” Spot assured him, “you know that.”

“No, I don’,” Race countered. “I don’ even know you.”

Spot sighed. “Yes you do, Racer. You just don’t remember.”

“Pro’e ‘t.”

Albert let out a laugh. At least they knew Race was at least somewhat okay since he was acting like his usual self.

“Well, remember your first day of sellin at the Sheepshead?” Spot asked. “I nearly decked ya for sellin on Brooklyn turf and ya had the nerve to curse me out.”

Race screwed up his face in concentration. “...no?”

“Yer such an idiot,” Spot sighed lightly slapping Race on the head. Albert readied himself to comfort Race. He knew that Spot did that to him all the time, but surely Race wouldn’t react well to a stranger hitting him.

Instead of curling away from Spot though, Race began to smile. “Spottie?”

Spot let out a groan. “Oh so you remember that I hit ya every time ya do somethin stupid, but not when we first met?” He said with fake annoyance. “You cuddle with your boyfriend, I’m gonna get ya somethin warm to drink.”

Race fell back into Albert’s chest. “I r’memba Spo’ now.”

“I’m glad,” Albert kissed his forehead lightly. Still cold. He ignored the sinking feeling in his stomach. If Race didn’t warm up soon, he might not make it through the night. “You feeling any warmer?”

“Lil’ bi’,” Race’s eyelids were drooping, which Albert knew wasn’t a good sign. “Can I take a na’?”

“Not yet,” Albert mumbled. “I need ya to stay awake until Spot gets back cause he’s gettin you somethin to drink.”

Race yawned. “‘m real t’rd Albie.”

“I know you’re tired, baby,” Albert cooed. “But I need you to stay awake for a little longer, okay? Why don’t you tell me how much you love me?”

“Tha’s e’sy.” Race was slurring his words so badly now that Albert could hardly understand him. “Ah lo’be ya so mu’h Albie. Yer th’ be’t. Ya came ‘ere allahth’ way fro’ ha’an jus’ fir me. An’ ya takin’ care uh me an’ bein’ real swee’ an’ gen’le an’ wo’ied ‘bout me. An’ yer ‘oldin’ me an’ tryna keep me ‘arm an’ safe an’ I jus’ lo’be ya so muc’, I wanna be witcha fireva’.”

Albert listened to Race ramble, gently rubbing small circles right below the brim of his hat. “Forever now, huh? Forever is a long time.”

Race pulled away and gave Albert a warm smile. “Not w’en ‘m wit you.”

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surprise no one died !!!

this didn’t actually come out at all like I wanted it to and the beginning is really bad welp

spot deserves a medal

also what do we think of checks?

feedback is always appreciated hmu to be on the tag list

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