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python333 · 6 months

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HAI! i rlly like your platonic 141 fics and I'm wondering if we could get some more dad price and/or brother gaz sleepy cuddles? :3

stretched too thin — python333

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synopsis gaz notices you overworking yourself one night and decides to step in before you end up pulling an all-nighter.

relationships platonic!gaz & gn!reader.

characters gaz.

word count 2.05k

warnings 2nd person pov [you/yours/yourself], usage of pet names [love, darling], usage of c/n [code name/call sign].

note oh my god im so sorry i disappeared for like. a month. ill try my best to not be gone for more than a week at a time, but with all of my schoolwork and just over all stress ive been experiencing lately, i dont know if ill be able to get fics out every week :< ill try my best though! please accept this fic as an apology—its another big bro gaz one!! special shoutout to everyone else who has an older sibling thats very distant with them, you and me are in the same boat fr!! also, last thing—im thinking about making a discord server where i announce when fics are being written and published and stuff, but i dunno if yall would join or anything, so if u would pls lmk!!

You haven’t left your office in five hours.

Recently—just about two days ago—you finished up an assignment fairly quickly and, as a result, had to write a detailed report of said assignment. It went over the mission you’d gone on, and listed off every major detail you could think of, though because you just can’t give yourself a break you were constantly thinking of other details you might’ve missed even though there was little chance you’d missed anything.

The mission wasn’t anything too important, honestly. It was originally going to be a week-long camp-out reconnaissance by an enemy task force’s base, obtaining information on their schedule and what they did throughout the day and whatnot. However, only a day into the mission, the small squad of soldiers that had accompanied you saw another small military group observing the same group you’d been observing.

So, naturally, you observed them as well. Aren’t you just the best multi-tasker?

The task force eventually found out about the other group, just a day later, while your squad was still in the clear to continue your observations. So, your mission had quickly come to a close—but, because of the circumstances under which the mission had come to a close, you were required to write an extremely detailed report on the other group and the group you’d been observing.

It would be an understatement to say you were tired. You’re exhausted.

Between the non-stop writing, the coffee sitting on your desk that’s been microwaved five times and has been refilled thrice, and the uncomfortable chair you’ve sat in that you have yet to replace, you’re extremely exhausted. Your movements are sluggish, your fingers aren’t as swift on the keyboard of your computer as they usually are, and worst of all—you still have more to write.

Your eyes stung and felt dry, your hands felt like they were going to stop working completely at any moment, and you were overall just exhausted.

You look over at the clock on your desk, and it reads 02:28 AM, indicating that you would only have about four hours to sleep if you went to bed now. I’m too far into this report to stop now, You tell yourself, sighing as you blink slowly at your computer screen, If only my vision didn’t keep getting blurry…

Suddenly, you hear a knock at the door. Your eyebrows furrow together in confusion, and for a second you think you’re hallucinating until the knock sounds once more.

Reluctantly, with a voice raspy from not using it almost all day, you call out, “Come in!”

Your voice is softer and quieter than you’d like it to be, but it doesn’t matter too much to you at this moment—at least, not in your foggy mind that still begs you for sleep, even when you have far more of your report to finish.

The door opens with a creak, and in walks Gaz.

“Sarg,” He greets you, not bothering to close the door behind him as he walks up to your desk, “Pleasure to see you for the first time in, what… three days?”

“Two days and eighteen hours,” You correct him, taking a moment to crack your stiff knuckles, not taking your eyes off of your monitor, “And you know you don’t have to call me ‘sarg’ or ‘sergeant’ or anything. We’re the same rank.”

Gaz promptly ignores you, “Right, well, anything over a day is way too long for me to go without seeing you. Why’re you all cooped up in here on your computer?”

“‘Cause I need to write a report on my assignment,” You briefly explain, before lightly goading Gaz, “Not all of us need a shit ton of attention every day like you do.”

“Ehh,” Gaz theatrically makes a thinking face, before shrugging, “Not sure what you mean by ‘us’, but alright.”

“By ‘us’, I mean everyone but you.”

“Surely that doesn’t include you, right?”

“It does.”

Gaz gasps quietly at your reply, before dramatically responding, “Oh, you can’t be serious.”

“I absolutely can,” You hum, finally taking your eyes off of your computer screen to look up at Gaz, “Is it so hard for you to believe that I don’t need to talk to you every waking hour?”

“It is, actually,” Gaz scoffs, “Because I know that you do need to talk to me every waking hour.”

“Uh, no I don’t,” You childishly argue, raising an eyebrow at Gaz.

“Uh, yes you do,” Gaz immaturely argues back, crossing his arms, “Look me in the eyes and tell me that the past two days and eighteen hours haven’t been shit because I haven’t given you any attention.”

You open your mouth to form a response but quickly close it, realizing that yeah, actually, I kind of do crave his attention.

Fuck.

“You’re not the only person that gives me attention,” You point out, hoping to find some way to change the subject.

“Sure, but you like the attention I give you the most,” Gaz hums, leaning forward to rest his crossed arms on your desk opposite of where you sit.

“You don’t know that.”

“Then tell me that I’m wrong,” Gaz challenges you.

You narrow your eyes at him, glaring at him for a moment before sighing, “You suck.”

“Maybe I suck, but you look like you haven’t slept for the past week,” Gaz points out, “You look exhausted, by the way. And dehydrated. Actually, you just look like the human embodiment of a headache.”

“What the fuck?”

“I mean that in the most loving, non-offensive way possible.”

“You come into my office, accuse me of needing attention from you, then you insult me by calling me the human version of a headache?”

“It wasn’t an insult!” Gaz raises his hands in surrender, before sighing, “I’m being serious. You look dead, [c/n]. You need sleep.”

“What I need is to finish this report,” You huff out, beginning to turn your attention back to your computer, before Gaz’s hand is quickly placed on your chin and forces you to look back at him.

“No, what you need is some rest,” Gaz argues, more serious this time, taking his hand off of your chin—something you shouldn’t miss nearly as much as you do, the warmth of his hand fading far too quickly from your face—and bringing it back to rest on the desk.

“Maybe you need rest, Gaz.”

“Sure I do,” He shrugs, “But I’m only going to sleep if you do.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, “Really? You’re pulling that card?”

“I am.”

You stare at him for a moment, mentally weighing your options, before sighing and bringing your elbows up to the table so that you can place your forehead in your hands.

On one hand, if you stay in your office you can finish up your report before four and then go to sleep, and hope that you magically feel active even with just an hour or two of sleep in the morning. On the other hand, if you go to sleep now, so does Gaz, and then you both get more than just two hours of sleep.

After another moment of consideration, you huff out a frustrated breath and mutter, “Fine.”

Gaz smiles down at you and walks around your desk to your side of it, holding out a hand for you to grab to help yourself up from your chair and using his free hand to save your report and power off your monitor.

You take his hand and stand up, your legs a little weak and balance iffy from sitting down for so long, but within the next few minutes you’re sure you’ll be able to properly walk. You let go of his hand once you’re positive you won’t fall over, and once he sees that you’re able to walk, Gaz silently walks towards the door of your office. Just as quietly, you follow him.

He turns off the lights for you and lets you walk out of the office first, locking the door from the inside and closing it once you’re out. Once he’s done, he takes the lead again and you follow him down to his sleeping quarters. It’s not too long of a walk there, only two minutes at most.

Once you’re there, Gaz opens the door and lets you walk in first. Once you’re inside and Gaz has closed the door, you shrug off your camouflage patterned jacket and toe off your already loosened tan boots, leaving you in just your camouflage cargo pants and army green undershirt.

You look down at your pants with a frown, knowing from experience that sleeping in them was incredibly uncomfortable and left you regretting your whole existence the morning after, but before you could even look over at Gaz to tell him of your situation, you felt something being thrown at you.

You immediately turn your attention to the item that had been hurled at you—the item in question being a pair of gray sweatpants, some that would probably be a little bit looser than you’d prefer on your figure—and then look over at Gaz with a questioning look.

“Figured you wouldn’t wanna sleep in that,” Gaz shrugs, nodding to your cargo pants in response to your nonverbal confusion.

You hum in appreciation, not wanting to talk too much at the moment, instead waiting for Gaz to look away before slipping off your pants and replacing them with the sweatpants Gaz had thrown at you. The fit isn’t as uncomfortable as you thought they’d be—they’re loose and hang low on your hips, just like you thought they would, of course, but they don’t feel nearly as weird as you thought they would.

Once you’ve tightened the strings on the waist of the pants, you get into Gaz’s bed, pulling the covers up and over yourself. Gaz quickly settles into the bed next to you, quickly getting himself comfortable under the sheets, and pulling the covers up and over his shoulders in one swift movement.

He gets closer to you, so close that his chest presses against your back and you can feel the tip of his nose ghosting over the top of your head. He wraps one arm over your body to pull you impossibly closer to him, and his other arm snakes underneath the side of your body so that both of his arms are wrapped around you.

He hums contently and his thumb rubs small circles into your clothed stomach, the action—despite being small—causing your stomach to warm up almost immediately.

“Comfortable, darling?” Gaz asks quietly, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“Very,” You mumble back, trying to subtly lean your head back against Gaz in hopes of getting at least one more kiss. Noticing your efforts, he huffs out a small laugh and presses another gentle kiss right at the edge of your hairline before pressing one last one to your forehead.

Even with the comforting atmosphere, you can’t find it within yourself to fully relax, your body still tense and stiff underneath the blanket. Gaz, just like he did with your “subtle” movements, notices and frowns.

“Just sleep,” Gaz tiredly mumbles into the top of your head, “You have to get up in three hours. The sooner you sleep, the more sleep you get.”

You don’t respond, instead simply sighing and forcing your eyes closed. You do have to admit, it’s nice being able to actually close your eyes for something other than blinking, and closing your eyes for longer than half a second has made you realize that they were even drier than you thought they were.

Exhausted and ready to finally sleep, you eventually get to a point where you no longer need to force your eyes shut, and as a result, your whole body relaxes for the first time in almost six hours.

“G’night, love,” Gaz murmurs, feeling your body relax next to his. You hum in acknowledgment of his words, not finding the energy within yourself to properly respond, instead finding yourself drifting off into a deep sleep.

And if four hours later, Gaz wakes up and simply lies there, not waking you and instead letting you get some more sleep despite you having to be up soon, nobody has to know.

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hyunjins-orange-slice-too · 1 month

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his good girl, always.

pairing: dom/daddy!chan x afab reader

genre: smut— smut— more smut— maybe a little fluff

wc: ~2.9k

warnings: A LOT of pet names (daddy, princess, good girl, little one, etc)— unprotected sex— oral (f receiving)— spanking— lmk if I missed something

synopsis: you get caught during some ✨alone time✨ and are ‘punished’ accordingly

an: this is a repost from my recently dead blog hyunjins-orange-slice, may she rest in peace. of course i had to start my reposts with my favorite work ive ever done.

Almost there.. so close. Your body tenses, trying to remain completely still, afraid that the slightest movement would rip this feeling away from you. So incredibly close. And that’s where you’ve been for what feels like hours. Having lost track of the time, you didn’t really know how long you had been at this. How long had you had this vibrator pressed to your swollen clit? How long had you been fucking yourself with this dildo? Your arms were tired, your body sore from tensing your muscles trying to find that sweet release. Nothing seemed to be helping. You just couldn’t get there. Maybe it was because you knew you were being bad. You weren’t allowed to be doing this. It broke the rules. But he had been gone on tour for so long. How were you supposed to wait for him when you were so needy?

Shamelessly, you had your phone propped up on the pillow next to you, a picture of him filling the screen. It was supposed to be hot, help you get there, but all you felt was guilt. You’re usually such a good girl for him. You knew he would be disappointed. But the thought of what punishment he might dish out had your walls clenching around the dildo. Would he spank you? How many times? Would they be hard smacks, using all of his strength? Would he make you count them out loud as you were draped over his lap?

There was that familiar feeling in your stomach, the tightening.

Or would his punishment be to tease you relentlessly, constantly bringing you to the edge but never letting you fall over into bliss? Kind of how you felt right now and it was so incredibly frustrating. You didn’t want that punishment. Aaannnnd the good feeling is gone.

‘Ugh’ you groan.

It’s probably best to just give up at this point, wait for him to get home in a week or so, and pretend this never happened. That’s when you hear the front door unlock. Shit. What is he doing home this early?You quickly try to hide the evidence, shoving the toys under the pillows and throwing the blanket over top of your naked body. You roll to your side and pretend to be asleep as the door to the bedroom slowly opens.

He quietly enters the room and tries to shut the door as silently as possible. He pads across the room to the bed and lifts the covers, sliding in behind you. He gets as close as he can, your naked back to his clothed chest and he breathes in the scent of your shampoo. “I’ve missed you so much princess..” he whispers. You pretend to stir, acting as if his words are pulling you from a deep slumber.

“Channie..?” You grumble in your best sleepy voice impression.

“It’s me princess. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” He presses a kiss to your temple.

You turn to face him and bury your head in his chest, breathing in his scent. God you had missed him these months he’s been gone. “You’re early.” You say quietly.

“Wanted to surprise you.” You can feel his smile against your hair, and it makes you smile against his shirt. “Speaking of surprises..” he began. “Where are your clothes, baby?”

Now how do you explain this one without giving away what you were doing? You must think on it a little too long because he makes a hmpfh sound and says “doesn’t matter, just want you close.” He slides one arm under you in an attempt to pull you closer to him. In doing so, his arm slides under the pillows. Fuck.

“What’s this, baby?” He pulls the dildo out from under the pillow and holds it up so you can see it. You have no words, no explanation to give him. Your cheeks flame in embarrassment. “Now what’s this toy doing under the pillow instead of in my bedside table where it belongs? Would you happen to know how that happened, little one?” He knows. He totally knows what you were doing before he showed up. Is he mad? You know it’s against the rules. You’re not allowed to touch yourself without his permission, but he doesn’t seem mad. You shake your head no in response to his question.

“You don’t know?” He asks. “Are you lying, baby?” He reaches under the blanket and his fingers find your core, still wet with desire. “I think you’re lying baby. You just couldn’t wait for daddy to get home?” He carefully dips a finger into your entrance. You let out a soft whimper. “So wet. But what am I going to do with you? You’ve clearly been such a bad girl.” Your stomach twists in knots at the mention of ‘bad girl’. You want so badly to be his good girl, always. But you know that you have been bad and deserve his reprimands.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” He asks. “Did you have fun breaking my rules like a little brat?”

“No, daddy.” You say meekly, tears welling in your eyes. You look up at him, your big doe eyes rimmed with tears absolutely breaks his heart and he can’t find it in himself to continue to scold you.

“Oh, sweetheart. Don’t cry.” He wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his chest. “Daddy isn’t mad, but you know you broke the rules, yeah?”

You nod. You feel so guilty, knowing he is disappointed in you. You don’t think you have ever broken the rules before this moment. You pull away and look up at him. “I’m sorry, daddy. Honest. I know I broke the rules. I just missed you so much, need you so bad. I didn’t cum I promise, I felt too guilty. I tried for a long time but couldn’t stop thinking about how you would be so disappointed in me. I gave up right before you came home and I hid the evidence. I didn’t want you to be mad at me. I’m a good girl I promise.” You were rambling at this point, so nervous and trying to get it all off your chest.

“Shh, sweet girl.” He cooed. His hands cupped your face, thumbs rubbing slightly across your cheeks. “It’s okay. I’m not mad, I promise.” He smiled at you, and then he let out a little laugh.

“Why are you laughing at me?” You pout. He laughed again.

“You’re just too cute. My precious baby was so worried I would be mad at her, that she couldn’t even cum. Thought I would be sooo mad.” He said, chuckling.

“It’s not funny.” You roll away, crossing your arms over your chest.

“What did you think I would do to you?” He asked. “You know I would never do anything to hurt you. Is that what you were worried about? Me hurting you?” He was no longer laughing, his face had turned to one of sadness.

“No! Of course not.” Now it was your turn to hold his face in your hands. “You would never ever hurt me. I know that. I just want to be your good girl. Always.” He smiled at that.

“You are my good girl.” He kissed the tip of your nose. You scrunched it up and giggled at him. “I would like to know what you thought when you heard me come home though. Did you think you were going to get punished?” He asked.

Your mind flashed back to images of you bent over his lap, counting out loud as he smacked your bare ass with all his strength. Your cheeks flamed and you had to look away from him. You stayed silent. “Your cheeks are red, baby. Tell me what you’re thinking.” He coaxes.

“I thought you might spank me.” You said quietly.

“Hmm..” he pretended to think on it. “And did you like the thought of me spanking you?” He asked. You still couldn’t look at him. Too embarrassed of your thoughts. He put his hand in your hair and gripped it close to your scalp. “Look at me.” He commanded, using his hold on you to turn you to face him. You pressed your thighs together, feeling your wetness grow. You nodded. “But only bad girls get spankings.” He said. “You’re not a bad girl. But..” he paused. “I guess you were bad today. Touching yourself without permission. Maybe a spanking would be a fit punishment.”

He suddenly released you and sat up. He turned so his legs were off the side of the bed, feet on the floor. “Come here. Across my lap, princess.” He ordered. You gulped, nervous, but also strangely excited. He had never spanked you before. At least, never a proper spanking. Of course there had been some light smacking on occasion as he switched your positions, but this was an actual spanking. You slowly made your way over to him, and draped yourself across his muscular thighs. He ran his fingertips down your back, then up the backs of your legs gently, giving you goosebumps. “Here’s what’s going to happen, yeah? Are you listening baby?” You nodded and he continued. “I’m going to give you ten spankings for being bad while I was away. You are to count them out loud. This is a punishment, baby. So I’m not going to go easy on you.” Your stomach fluttered. “What are you supposed to do if it gets to be too much?” He asked.

“I use my colors.” You answered him. “Yellow is slow down and red it stop.”

“Good.” His hand started to gently rub across your ass, traveling slowly back and forth across both cheeks. “But I know you won’t need those. I know you’ll take your punishment like a good girl.” He swatted your right cheek, hard. But you didn’t think it was his full strength. You yelped. “Don’t forget to count, princess.” He chided.

“One.” You said.

His hand came down again, this time on your left cheek. “Two.” You said, proud of the strength in your voice. This wasn’t so bad. But when his hand came down for the third time, across the spot where both of your cheeks met, he was using all of his strength now and you could feel it. Tears sprang in your eyes and you jerked away from him. “Three.” You choked out. He continued at a relentless pace. You did your best to count loud enough for him to hear you.

“What was that princess?” He asked.

“E-eight.” You stuttered out, a little louder.

He gently ran his fingertips across the tender skin. “Your ass is a beautiful shade of red, baby. You’re doing so good.” You hummed at the praise. His hand traveled down to between your thighs, your arousal dripping onto his fingers. “Honey..” He said in a surprised tone. “You’re so wet.” He ran his middle finger up your slit, playing in your wetness. He gently prodded your entrance. You moaned quietly against his thigh. “Only a couple more.” He said, then he spanked you again.

“Nine.”

“Last one, baby. Are you ready?” He asked, rubbing circles where he just smacked. You nodded against him. For the last time, his hand came down and connected with your skin just below your right cheek.

“Ten!” You cried out. Face wet with tears and ass stinging, you felt accomplished in a way.

He scooped you up and cradled you in his arms, being gentle with your backside against his sweatpants. “You did so good baby. Daddy’s so proud. I knew you could handle your first punishment.” He kissed your forehead. “Such a perfect baby.”

You could feel his erection pressing against your sore bottom. You tried to grind yourself on him, but quickly realized how painful it was. “Daddy..” you whined.

“What princess?”

“Need you.” You answered. Words were hard when you were in this dreamy state.

“Need what baby? You can tell me.”

“Need your tongue. Your fingers.” You told him, embarrassed.

You didn’t need to ask him twice. He loved the taste of you and could eat you for hours if you’d let him. He gently placed you on the bed, your head on the pillows. He pulled his shirt up and over his head and discarded it on the floor. He used his big hands to push your legs apart, laying you bare before him. “Baby..” he said, dreamily. “Look at your princess parts. Soo ready for me, so pretty.”

Too slow for your liking, he inched closer to your pussy. You could feel his breath on you now, just another inch and he would be there. “Daddy… please.” You begged. And that’s all it took to push him over the edge. He began lapping at your pussy like a man starved, like his life depended on it, like he would never get another chance to taste you on his tongue. The feeling of his tongue on your clit, after you basically edged yourself for hours, was like nothing you had ever felt before. You gripped the sheets in your fists, sweet moans falling from your lips.

“So sweet..” he moaned against you, the sound of his voice muffled.

“Fuck..” you could feel your release building. Please don’t let it slip away this time. Chan slowly inserted his middle finger into you, only up to the first knuckle, and you exploded. Legs shaking, back arched, you couldn’t breathe. He continued licking, riding with you through your high, and cleaning up every drop.

“Fuck baby.” He panted, his lips and chin wet with you. He looked down at your fucked out frame below him, skin glowing, hair a mess across the pillow. His pupils were blown wide with lust. “I love you so much, pretty girl.” He told you, coming in close to kiss your mouth softly. You could taste yourself on his lips. “I wanted you to suck my cock-“ he began. You nodded vigorously. You loved putting him in your mouth. You felt like you were good at it. Of course he told you that you were, but you didn’t think it was something he was just saying because he was daddy. You genuinely believed you were good at it. And you loved making him feel good, loved the look on his face and the dirty praises that would fall from his lips. Good girl baby, suck daddy’s cock, choke on it, you can do it, take it all, that’s my girl. “Maybe later baby. I haven’t had you for months and after spanking you and tasting you, I don’t think I’m going to last. I need your cunt stretched around me, yeah?”

That also sounded good to you. You nodded, unable to voice what you wanted when you were this deep in sub space. He removed his sweatpants and kicked them to the floor. Kneeling on the bed in front of you, chiseled muscles, cock hard and throbbing in his hand as he slowly pumped, he looked.. godly. Your pussy clenched around nothing, you needed him. And he needed you. He lined himself up with your entrance, and rubbed his head up and down your slit, playing in your arousal. His head fell back in ecstasy. “Fuck I’ve missed this princess. Daddy thought about your pretty pussy every single day.” And with that, he slowly pushed inside. The stretch you felt was welcomed and pleasant. His cock stretching you out in the best way. You moaned, scrunching your eyes shut at the feeling. “Uh uh princess. Eyes open. Look at me.”

Fully seated inside you now, he came close, his weight resting on his forearms, his face inches from yours. He slowly started to move in and out of you at a miserable pace. “Please daddy, faster.” You begged. “I’ve been good, daddy. Please fuck me. I’ve been good.” He eyes rolled in the back of his head with the pleasure your words gave him. He slammed into you, skin slapping, hitting the best spot inside you. Your pussy fluttered around him.

“Going to cum again sweet girl?” He asked.

You nodded. “Please. Please don’t stop.”

“I’m not stopping baby. I wouldn’t dream of it. Not until my good girl gets exactly what she wants. My sweet girl, so perfect.” He panted. You clawed at his biceps as your orgasm hit you, waves of pleasure filling your body, pussy clamping down on his cock. “Fuck baby, your gonna make me cum. Want daddy to fill you up? Want your pretty pussy filled and dripping with daddy’s cum?” He asked.

“Yes please, Channie!” You begged. “Please can I have your cum? Please!” He released inside of you with a groan, his thrusts slowing until they stopped completely. Both of you breathing hard, he looked down at you lovingly. And then he giggled. Gone was your domineering daddy, and back was sweet giggly Chan. He kissed your nose. You smiled at him with all of the love you could muster. Your heart was so full you felt it might burst. How could you love a man so much?

He slowly pulled out, and you groaned at the empty feeling. You could feel his cum dripping out of you and onto the sheets.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” He smiled. “My good girl. Always.”

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#stray kids #stray kids smut #bang chan #bang chan x reader #bang chan smut #bang chan stray kids #hyunjins orange slice too #repost

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masonmtxo · 2 years

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Late Night Gossip

Note: I havent written anything in ages but came up with this after some discussions ive seen on the feed recently. Its super short and not proof read but enjoy!

Feedback is obvs always welcome ❤️

Note: somehow the first half of this deleted and I havent got it saved anywhere so sorry if its a little confusing at first 😫

Your let yourself through the front door of your house, instantly plopping to the floor in order to remove your far too tight heels. The stairway light suddenly flicked on, distracting your attention for your current task to see your boyfriend standing at the top of the stairs in a pair of tight black boxers, sleepy eyes squinting in confusion.

“Hi baby!” You grinned, spinning back onto your bum and sitting up to wave at him as he slowly descended the stairs.

Having made his way down to you, he was quick to realise the extend of your drunkenness, reaching down to gently pull you to your feet.

“Wasn’t expecting you back tonight otherwise I would’ve waited up,” he mumbled as he crouched down to unbuckle your first shoe and lightly rubbing your foot as it was released from its cramped position, “thought you were staying round Alicia’s tonight?”

You leant on his naked back for balance, sighing in contentment as your second shoe was removed, your other foot also receiving a quick massage before Mason rose to his full height.

“Thank you,” you whispered, pecking his lips before leaning into his chest for a cuddle, you drunken brain automatically seeking his comfort, “I was gonna but Brandon was being a dick when he picked us up so I asked to come home instead.”

“What happened?” He stepped back from your embrace before guiding you towards the kitchen, standing you in front of the counter with his hands around your waist as he waited for a response.

“They were arguing before we went out, apparently Brandon didn’t want her going out in the dress she was wearing,” you stated, Mason not replying as he waited for you to finish, sensing there was more to the story as he lifted you onto the counter.

“So she wore it anyway as he was being a controlling pig,” you spat, causing Mason to snort as he ran the tap and filling you a glass of cold water. “And we took some banging pictures in the loos when we got there that we were posting on our stories-“

“I saw,” he interrupted with a smirk, handing you the glass and gesturing for you to take a drink before you continued, “you looked really really ‘banging’ tonight”

You shared a grin, pecking his lips again in thanks as you wrapped both your arms and legs around his body stood between your thighs. “Shame Brandon cant appreciate his girlfriend looking nice too. He kicked off with her, called her a slut and implied she was going to try and cheat on him. Kept ringing and texting the whole night, eventually Alicia answered and he told her he was coming to get us. I wasn’t ready to leave yet,” you pouted.

Mason glanced up towards the clock behind you, noting it was only half past 1, much earlier than you would normally get home after a night out with your best friend.

“Well Brandon is a complete prick, we know that. Should’ve stayed and ignored him, you know ill always come and get you both and Alicia knows shes always welcome to stay here,” he spoke into your neck between soft kisses.

“I know, but you were tired after the match and he would’ve just come in and caused a scene anyway when he got there if Alicia didn’t come out,” you groaned, frustrated at how your night turned out, now considerably more sober after reciting the story to Mason.

“She needs to just break up with him,” Mason shrugged. That was one of your favourite things about your boyfriend, he loved a gossip about your friends and was always there with an ear, ready to listen and give his opinion when needed on the drama at hand. No girly topic was off limits, Mason giving his two cents about everything from boyfriends to bitchy arguments about clothes.

“Ive been telling her that for ages but she never listens,” you rolled your eyes, leaning back from his embrace to press a string of kisses against his softly pouted lips. “Can we go to bed now, and cuddle?” You asked, tiredness now taking over.

“Obviously,” he smirked, hands cupping your bum as he lifted you up from the counter, stepping away to carry you up to your unmade bed that he had occupied solo earlier on in the night.

#mason mount #mason mount fluff #mason mount fic #chelsea fc #footballer imagine #football fic

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fruitcoops · 10 months

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hello lovely eve. ive been having thoughts, recently. anyway wondering if you would want to write something to do with the day/time after a hard day. youve done some of my absolutely favourite fics for like Bad Days (im thinking esp rn of what we deserve (i think thats what its called)) but also after that? bc the after support is so crucial and i think the lions would do so well. any ship!! if not, i totally understand, i hope your day/week is lovelylovely!!

This is such a great prompt! The aftershocks of hard events are just as important as the conflict itself--this ask was combined with one for a timeskip followup to Self-Care, a fic about Finn's bad habits. All characters belong to @lumosinlove <3

Leo paused at the back of the couch and bent, nestling a kiss on the top of Finn’s head. “Good book?”

A quiet hum answered.

“Good part?”

Another hum; Finn pressed up and Leo tilted his head to leave another kiss on his temple. A clatter and a soft curse filtered out of the kitchen, but Finn hardly flinched.

Leo nuzzled against the wispy, silken ends of his hair until his cheek could slot just above Finn’s ear. The couch dug into his stomach a bit, but he didn’t mind. “You tired?”

Finn’s laugh answered his question before his words ever could. “Yeah.”

He picked at the hem of Leo’s threadbare Saints sweatshirt with a sleepy kind of apathy. His book hung limp from the fingers of his other hand, abandoned only two pages past where it had been the last time Leo checked on him. Finn’s breaths were methodic when he rubbed a palm over his chest and nibbled the shell of his ear, just to watch a smile pull at his tired eyes. “Come to bed.”

Finn cast him a sideways, skeptical look. “It’s 8:45.”

“And you’re the sleep police?” Leo hooked a finger in the collar of his sweatshirt and pulled. “It’s been a long day. You’re tired. We can fix that problem with our nice new mattress.”

Finn was quiet for a moment; Leo felt him lean back into the cushions and the cradle of his arm, a slow breath leaving him when Leo began toying with the hoodie strings. “You know, I kind of miss the old one.”

“It barely fit us.”

“Yeah.” Fondness shone on every word. “It was nice. Waking up all over each other. Always had you in arm’s reach.” Another beat of silence passed. “I lose you at night, sometimes.”

Oh god. Leo’s heart yanked—he held Finn a little tighter. “Sorry, cher.”

“Not your fault.”

“Is that…is that why you were upset today?” Logan came out of the kitchen with a precarious tray of tea, tongue poking out over his lower lip as he balanced their mugs on the table. Leo caught his eye and gave a small smile that relaxed the pinch of his forehead.

Finn took no notice of the change, save for a shift to the side in an obvious bid to have Logan sit next to him. “Nah,” he said as Logan took the hint and tucked himself between the arm rest and Finn. “Just a bad day, I think. Sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry for.” Logan tugged the book from Finn’s hands and set it aside, then replaced it with a mug of tea and pressed his fingers around the warm ceramic with an encouraging nudge. “Drink. You’ll sleep better.”

Finn smiled wryly. “Morphine? Chloroform?”

“Decaf. Very potent.”

“Thanks, Lo.”

Logan poked his ankle with his foot and snuggled Finn under his arm. “Don’t thank me for things you do every day.”

Finn went to protest, but something on their faces must have stopped him, because he bit back the words and took an obedient sip of tea. Leo didn’t know why he watched so intently—maybe for reassurance, maybe to make sure Finn was really on the up-and-up. Steam curled up around his copper lashes and turned the tips invisible when he blinked. He gave a nod. “ ‘S good.”

“Of course it is.”

“I’m—” Finn pressed his lips together and exhaled; steam billowed off his mug. “I’m sorry my brain doesn’t work right.”

Once, that would have broken Leo’s heart. Once, he would have jumped to soothe and bent over backwards to fix it all. Once, he would have taken it as personally as a slap to the face. Not enough. Not good enough. Missing Finn’s signals left and right—did Leo even love him, if he couldn’t pay attention?

The tight ball of insecurity in his chest may as well have been a marble, rolling about and looking for something to knock over in an empty room. He kissed the top of Finn’s head again. “I don’t see anything you need to be sorry for.”

“I’m sorry I missed your pass earlier,” Logan said, taking a long sip of his own tea. “It was a good one. I just wasn’t looking.”

Finn’s shoulders relaxed under Leo’s hand. Fuck yeah, Tremblay. There’s my MVP. “Really?”

“Mhmm.”

“What about—”

“You were on form.” Normally, Leo didn’t like it when Logan interrupted. This seemed like a much-needed exception. Logan raised his eyebrows at Finn’s suspicious look. “You were. I know you don’t feel like it, but you looked really good out there. That pass was on me.”

Finn’s punch to his shoulder was a roll of knuckles at best. Logan still smiled, still took it with faux-hurt and a hand over the heart. “Eyes up, Tremzy.”

Logan whistled quietly. “Five for fighting and two for roughing. What would Coach say?”

“Doesn’t count if you deserved it.”

“Oh, is that how that works?” Leo laughed. Logan glanced up at him with an impish grin, and passed the last mug over the couch. Peppermint filled the air, sweetened by honey.

They drank in relative silence, hands and legs and arms looped around each other until Leo could hardly tell where one ended and another began. Finn was right; however nice it was to not risk falling off the mattress in the middle of the night, he did miss the inevitable proximity of fitting three people on a single bed.

He supposed it wouldn’t be too hard to make an effort tonight.

The clock ticked as nine o’clock arrived at last. Leo finished the last of his tea and leaned over Finn to set it on the table, offering an apology in the form of a kiss to his cheekbone. “Bedtime.”

“Yeah.”

Logan took the mugs, Leo took Finn, and Finn went without protest into a brief, firm hug. “Love you,” Leo murmured. He felt the answering mumble more than he heard it. “Your brain isn’t broken.”

Finn sighed, slipping his hands under Leo’s shirt to rest against his skin. “Feels broken.”

“I think it’s pretty great, regardless.”

“You’re just a really nice person, Le.”

“I just love you a whole lot.” He let Finn pull away and cupped his face in both hands, running his thumbs along the summer lilac under his eyes. Exhaustion tarnished his bright edges. “Come to bed with me?”

Finn rested there for several seconds, then nodded. They went together.

Leo had only just managed to tuck Finn into the curve of his body before Logan was there, shuffling under the sheets to join them and reaching over Finn’s waist to hold the crook of Leo’s elbow. Finn made a quiet, sleepy noise and pushed his face into Logan’s chest; Logan’s eyes crinkled at the corners, and his expression only grew more contented when he looked up and found Leo already watching them.

Leo waited until Finn had mostly relaxed into drowsy limbo before risking a thumbs-up across the sheets. Logan fought back a smile and returned it, nose scrunching. Success. Another win for their tally. It was a shit day, a hard day, but they could still end it like this and that would be more than enough.

#leo knut #finn ohara #logan tremblay #oknutzy #cubs #coast to coast #sweater weather #lumosinlove #my fic #fanfic #hurt/ comfort #fluff #sleepy #caretaking

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negiwave2000 · 1 month

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been forgetting 2 take my zoloft recently cuz ive been so tired n sleepi......, @.@

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ryuttaeng · 1 year

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~ if you want to, i know this is more of a triggering topic to write about but is it possible you could make a ryuryeong x reader poly relationship of when they find out reader SH? i just started doing it again and i want to imagine someone comforting me . i havent told anybody in my real life besides my closest ever friend that ive been doing it but i hope you understand why i was requesting this. ~ random but i absolutely ADORE your name so much it sounds like a queens name

pairing: chaeryeong x ryujin x female!reader (poly)

content/warnings: self-harm, mental breakdown, angst with fluff, ryuryeong being supportive girlfriends, please do not read if sensitive/uncomfortable with such themes!

summary: tired. that’s what you’ve been hearing about yourself recently, only smile weakly, convincing people around you that you’re fine. no one else knew that you’ve been cutting yourself, but your girlfriends walked in when you were asleep.

genres: angst, fluff

a/n: that’s totally fine and i understand you, anon :) also thank you, i actually thought about not using my real name as i thought it would be confusing for someone (i hope not)

you’ve been so tired, so overwhelmed and done with everything that you thought you just might lay on your bed for weeks. you turned your head, looking on your arm. you could see several wounds before lifting up your sleeve, right in the moment when you heard knocking at the door.

chaeryeong and ryujin behind her back opened the door, looking at you with… sadness in their eyes? you got up, smiling at them softly, when they sat down beside you. “are you feeling good?” chaeryeong asked. “you seemed like very tired recently.” ryujin finished, as her hand was on your thigh. you only nodded, still smiling at them. ryujin and chaeryeong looked concerned, furrowing their brows. “you know you can tell us everything, right?” younger girl asked, looking in your eyes. “i know, i just feel sleepy, that’s all.” you said, imitating to rub your eyes.

they nodded, before kissing you softly and leaving you alone. you sighed, rubbing your fingers through your hair. maybe you indeed should get some sleep, as you barely slept in… two, or was it three days already? you couldn’t tell exactly. closing the curtains, you laid down, closing your eyes and almost immediately falling asleep.

ryujin carefully opened your room’s door, silently walking in, being followed by her girlfriend. they saw you sleeping, and the first thing that caught their attention was your rolled down sleeve, revealing all your wounds. they have already noticed changes in your behaviour, hoping their last that it wouldn’t be the worst scenario they could think of, but as it turned out, it was it. recent wounds were still there, not so noticeable were scars that you had even before.

it was only one hand, they were scared to look at the second one, while chaeryeong grabbed ryujin, burying her head in her neck, silently crying. ryujin felt so heartbroken at the sight, while she rubbed chaeryeong’s back.

you woke up late, almost at 4 pm, as you turned to the other side, you saw your girlfriends sitting beside your bed. “ryu? chae?” you asked, looking at them. they looked down at you, you saw chaeryeong’s eyes tearing up, while ryujin looked at you with sadness in her eyes. something was not right. your sleeve… your sleeve rolled down while you were asleep and they seemingly walked in not in the right time.

you tried to cover your arm, when ryujin stopped you. you looked at her with fear, fear of being judged and seeing disgust on her face, but anything you could see was… heartbroken expression on her face. chaeryeong carefully approached you. “y/n… you know you can share with us any kind of secret, right?” she said. you nodded, looking down, not able to look at her.

“please… please look at me y/n.” she whispered and you did. she still hold back in tears, but you saw smile forming on her lips, before she spoke. “we can go through everything together, y/n. even if the whole world will be against you, there will be just the three of us. do you remember that?” chaeryeong said, and you felt tears falling down of your face. she leaned forward to kiss your cheek, as ryujin did the same.

you wrapped your arms around their necks, still sobbing. you knew your girlfriends loved you and you loved them multiple times more. chaeryeong and ryujin fell asleep in your room, cuddling you, as you fell asleep again, but now with your loved ones.

#itzy #itzy imagines #itzy oneshot #kpop imagines #kpop oneshots #itzy ryujin #ryujin x reader #itzy chaeryeong #chaeryeong x reader #ryujin x female!reader #chaeryeong x female!reader #poly!itzy #itzy angst #itzy fluff

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garoujo · 11 months

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T____T hi baby im back again with more nagi thoughts… not surprising since hes been the only person on my mind recently :(( but anyway.. here r some things i think sei r into (nsfw and sfw hehe) and some of these ive picked up as the general consensus amongst the bllk writers on the blr hehe..

1. somno. both giving and receiving (altho i must say ive never seen a somno fic where nagi’s the one that’s receiving.. hehe thoughts are being thunk) omg please everytime i read anything abt somno w nagi i die abit inside… want him so bad !!! and it’s so in line with everything our resident sleepy boy likes (u n sleeping) 😴😴

2. dacryphilia… ive seen a few writers on here incorporate it into his fics and im obsessed omg… just like how he’s obsessed with seeing u absolutely bawl from taking his fat cock inside u T___T

3. skinship !!!!!!! generally just being as close to h as possible… leaving zero space between u & him.. this can be seen in both nsfw n sfw context he just wants to hold u and be held ALLLLL the time… precious baby!!! cant get enough of ur arms around him or laying his head on ur chest

4. SPEAKING OF CHEST… sei boobs man confirmed. ive never seen such an overwhelming agreement that a character is a boobs man but im convinced now. when he can just lay in ur lap and suck on ur nips all day long… playing his game w ur hand in his hair… that’s his lifelong dream me thinks. he’s just a big big baby :(

5. omg thigh riding w sei. the author didnt give him thick thick thighs for nothing !!!!!! and sometimes hes just so lazy n tired to do anything else… watching u get off on his thighs while all he has to do is occasionally flex them or bounce u up and down… the perfect way to end his night tbh hehe.. he’d be sooo good too.. praising u n making sure ure feeling good .. maybe even helping u rub ur clit so u can cum faster ☹️ im so in love w him omg

6. AAAAA COCKWARMING! omg almost missed this out. honestly theres no need to even elaborate or explain this one. the amt of cockwarming nagi fics there r out there on tumblr just proves how perfect the combo is. cockwarming sei while he plays his games.. while he’s watching football clips.. while he’s sleeping… it’s so perfect for him i could cry !!! pls sei give me once chance :(

n that’s all for now…!! i also love how we all agree his nickname is sei hehe… so cute and lovely just like him 🥰 hope u had a good day wherever u are bb and i hope my nagi thoughts reach u safely!!! sending love <3

- happy trail anon hehe

aaaaaa welcome back my love !!! me knowing i’ve literally written a somno nagi receiving thirst: ໒꒰ྀི⸝⸝o̴̶̷᷄ ·̭ o̴̶̷̥᷅⸝⸝꒱ྀི১ lmaooakaka but fank u so much for all the thoughts these were soooo super fun to read & so real ! yes yes sei is literally the cutest name ever but i love calling him seishiro too . . it just seems v intimate imo to use his full name <3 hope u hav an amaze day also bbie ! fank u for blessing me . . sending loads of luv right back !

#ʚ ₊˚ 💬 — new emmail.#ʚ ₊˚ ⌕ — nonnie.#my body is so sore from pilates i think i’m going to die alajaka i can barely type or move ;__;#but it’s v sunny & warm n im just imagining dragging nagi out to enjoy the nice weather <3 #he needs the vit d !#but mwah ! sending sm good vibes ur way <333

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nerdysleepybunny · 1 year

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shroomieeeieei 😔

its been kinda rough these past few days and the week has only started 😭 is it okay if i can have fullscore trio hcs with a fatigued and burned out gn reader? ive been feeling very tired with my workload recently. if that's too much you can just do one of your choosing, doesn't really matter to me. tysm <3

This is exactly how I’ve felt which is why I’ve been using this schedule. 😭 I really hope it all gets better for you. Thank you so much for the request, hope you enjoy!

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Fandom(s): The Promised Neverland

Character(s): Norman, Ray, Emma (ft Isabella/Mom)

Reader: Gender neutral (you/they/them)

TW: None, just fluff!

Style: Hcs

Summary: You feel extremely burnt out and unmotivated, so the trio (separate) help you out!

Norman:

Ever since the escape plan had been mentioned you’ve been devoting all your free time to working on it, including play time. All the children, including Norman, were getting worried. Yet you insisted that you were just fine and were simply working out some things.

It got to a point where you skipped meals and even stayed up instead of sleeping.

Norman would wake up in the middle of the night to see you sketching out a layout and taking some notes before thinking of the pros and cons, then crumpling up your failed idea and throwing it to the side before starting anew. He’d quietly scold you before bringing you to bed with him and holding you tightly in his embrace so you couldn’t escape, you eventually giving up and staring around the room, instead doing the calculations in your head. You usually only got 1 hour of sleep if not then none.

Norman eventually got used to you not showing up to meals, and would keep your food hot to the best of his abilities whilst eating his food. Once eating time was over, he’d walk up to your room and bring you your food. Though he’d begin to notice how you only took a few bites before completely ignoring it and focusing on your work.

He soon got fed up and confronted you about it, but you wouldn’t budge. He soon gave up and instead just tried to take care of you to the best of his abilities. But over time, the sleepiness and hunger caught up to you, to the point you could barely function. You awoke in the infirmary after passing out in a pile of crumpled papers (luckily Mom didn’t find a single one), with a worried Norman by your side.

“Please (Y/N), never do that again..” You could only be ashamed of yourself as you saw the albino whimper and cry. You hadn’t realized how much you were hurting him. When you got out of the infirmary, everyone assumed you were fine. But in reality you were still out of it. Walking and talking was a challenge, so Norman walked with you and didn’t question it when you didn’t respond to something. He saw this as you learning your lesson, but didn’t rub it in your face.

Eventually, the physical effects had long since healed, but you were still mentally exhausted. You tried your absolute best, but you had no motivation to do anything, instead only being able to lay on your bed all day and occasionally eat. Norman assumed you were overworking yourself again but was surprised when he walked i to your room to see you nowhere near your work, instead you seemed to be avoiding it like the plague, getting stressed and uncomfortable when it was brought up. Finally, you gave up the act, and collapsed onto Norman’s lap with tears filling your eyes.

“Norman… I can’t do this anymore. I can barely function. I don’t want to do anything anymore..” You sobbed, soaking his shirt, but he didn’t mind.

“Lay down and rest for as long as you need to. I’ll get everything done for you.”

“Really?…” You could barely lift your head to look into his ocean eyes, but when you tried to, it was pushed back down into his chest.

“Yes, now stop pushing yourself to do things. Your body is exhausted. You and your body need rest.” You could barely listen to his words as you made yourself comfortable on your bed. Norman smiled at your sleeping form before walking over to your abandoned work. He looked over your sketches and notes and quickly built a plan, one that wouldn’t fail. He disposed of all the evidence and hid the final paper behind his bed, where he’d tell everyone the plan tomorrow. For now, he needed to give you the attention and care necessary to get you back to your old self.

Ray:

You just had so much on your plate. It was so little work that could be done within just a few hours, but today was just not your day. Everything around you was stressing you out and you didn’t know what to do.

Mom wanted you to do chores, the kids wanted you to play with them, Ray wanted to read with you, you have to help with the escape plan, and you have to pretend you don’t know the secret. It was too much for you to handle, and not knowing what else to do, you cried. You hid yourself deep in your blankets and sobbed into a pillow.

Ray was walking towards the library when he suddenly heard a noise coming from your room. Cracking the door open and peeking in, he saw you sobbing your little heart out. His soft spot immediately came out and he rushed toward you, patting your head.

“(Y/N), what’s wrong?” He pulled you out of your hiding place and allowed you to sob into his shirt until you could speak.

Your tears finally came to a stop and you pulled away, drying your face with your sleeve, telling him your worries. The boy laughed a bit and ruffled your hair.

“I could easily help with that.”

“You can?”

“Yeah, I can take care of your chores, Norman or Emma can play with the kids, and I can just read to you. The Mom part is easy, just be yourself. Don’t show any signs of fear and don’t be suspicious. You need to think of reasonable excuses on the spot. I know you can do that.” You smiled at the raven haired boy and fell into his embrace once again.

“Thank you, Ray…”

“Yeah, now lay down. You want a snack or anything?” You shook your head no and he nodded, laying down next to you and pulling out the book he was holding before he came in here. Flipping to the page you two finished on, he began reading aloud to you as you rested your head on his shoulder and finally relaxed.

Emma: (this one is more female-based but still gn!)

You were on your period and just didn’t feel like doing anything, so you did just that. You and Emma were best friends, and did everything together. You were inseparable. So she of course began to get worried when you stopped hanging out with her to instead stay in your room. Did she do something wrong?

Eventually she decided to confront you about it, so she marched upstairs to your room and knocked on the door. When there was no answer from you, she opened the door and let herself in. She was mortified by the sight.

You were curled up on your bed, clutching your stomach and grumbling, shifting around trying to get comfy. There were tissues, toilet paper (let’s pretend there’s no pads cuz you aren’t expected to get your period at this age, so you gotta do it the tp way 🥲) and snacks covering your night stand. Your hair and room was an absolute mess. Emma got the hint that something was wrong but didn’t know what, since none of the orphans knew what periods were, not even you since this was your first. You just knew you were in pain and bleeding like crazy.

She ran over to you and held you in her arms.

“(Y/N) what’s wrong?! Are you hurt?!” You weakly nodded, and she began screaming for Mom.

Isabella came rushing in, seeing the mess of you. You were put in the infirmary, and you told Isabella your symptoms. She laughed, soon realizing what was wrong with you.

“You’re on your period, dear.”

“My what?”

“Your period, it comes every month.”

“Why?”

“I’ll explain when you’re older, dear (Y/N).” You grumbled in defeat, staring down at your stomach which felt like it was eating you from the inside.

“So I have to suffer every month?”

“I’m afraid so. It usually lasts for a week, but there are ways to ease your pain. I can also help you with the blood.” Isabella got you pads and a heating pad. She was shocked you were the first to get a period, she’s never had to deal with this before. First time for everything I suppose.

You told Emma what Mom told you so she’d somewhat understand your situation, but you made her promise not to tell anyone, especially the boys. She happily pinkie promised.

Whilst you were “sick”, as Emma told everyone to cover for you, you were completely unmotivated to do anything. It hurt to move, and you felt exhausted. Either Mom or Emma brought you your food, and Mom put your testing thing on a platform with wheels so you could take your daily tests in bed. Emma would visit you multiple times a day, only leaving your side for testing or when she had to go do something. You eventually told her about your lack of motivation and your mood swings, to which she was quick to comfort you.

“Don’t worry, I know your period makes you feel certain ways you wouldn’t normally feel. Mom said these usually last a week, and it’s been 5 days! You’ll be back to your old self in no time!” You smiled at her positivity and opened your arms for her, to which she happily collapsed into.

“Thank you Emma, I love you.”

“I love you too (Y/N)!” You felt better already. Yes, she was right, things would be back to normal soon.

#bun writes #the promised neverland #tpn x reader #tpn ray #tpn norman #tpn isabella #tpn emma #bun asks

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silverynight · 1 year

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Underworld

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Part IV

The place is quite nice, Izuku thinks as he looks around, although he still believes it's too much for him. However, he can still board his ship if Bakugo ends up meeting someone he'll like to make his Queen.

He sleeps for a while; he doesn't think too much about the fact that he still feels sleepy and tired, but he supposes he really doesn't know much about the souls that end up in the Underworld.

He has no idea how long it has been, but at some point someone knocks at the door, not the entrance, but the small one he already knows it leads to Bakugo's room.

"Come in, Kacchan!"

The King walks inside, for some reason he looks nervous, rubbing the back of his neck like he's feeling shy.

"I... There are a couple of things for you in the wardrobe over there. If you don't like any of them, you could tell shitty hair or dunce face..."

"Don't call them that!" Izuku scolds him lightly, forgetting for a moment that he's a King and they're both in his kingdom.

"Fine! Kirishima and Kaminari!"

Izuku nods, satisfied, and Bakugo pretends he's irritated, but the demigod can see the King is smiling, even though he's not looking directly at him.

Inside the wardrobe he finds a couple of clothes, they're beautiful and even though most of them are tunics, some of them look like dresses. However, it seems all of them are knew, it's like someone recently put them there.

One of them in particular catches his eye, it's a long light green tunic with a few golden details on it.

"Are you sure?" Izuku looks up at Bakugo, who for some reason blushes at the question. Although Izuku is too excited to think about it. The outfit is so pretty.

"Of course, nerd. Everything in there is for you," Bakugo says, surprising the young demigod for a moment.

"Really? Thank you, Kacchan!" He takes the one he likes the most and pulls him closer to himself. Now it's his time to blush. "Uhh... Would you mind? I'd like to..."

"Sure, Deku!" The King rushes out of the room in the blink of an eye; Izuku wonders why he's determined to look at the ground all the way out if the young man hasn't even started to change yet.

As soon as he puts the other tunic on; he realizes that his body feels too real. Or maybe it's just because he's actually dead this time? He's not sure, but he realizes that's not really important, not at the moment... What he needs to do is to find a way to send a message to his mother.

Shyly, the knocks at Bakugo's door.

"Kacchan, are you still–"

The door opens even before he finishes the sentence; it's almost like the god was just waiting for him to finish.

"Did you like–" Bakugo chokes, red eyes roaming all over Izuku, mostly over his exposed shoulders covered in freckles. His face is so red Izuku worries about him for a moment.

"Are you sick?" He asks, taking a few steps forward before touching his cheek and forehead lightly.

"SICK? WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT– Sorry, nerd, I just... I'm fine," since he apologized to Izuku, Bakugo has been trying to be more gentle towards him. "You look... pretty."

"Thanks, Kacchan!" Izuku beams, prompting Bakugo to get even more flustered.

"Would you like to... go for a walk around the palace?"

"Of course!" Izuku smiles back, taking the arm Bakugo's offering to him, suddenly feeling like a maiden for a moment. As soon as he finds Ashido, he'll ask her about ways to communicate with someone in the mortal realm.

***

Ochako has a friend she visits regularly since the day he saved her from drowning. His name is Izuku. According to him, he's a minor deity with little powers that he only uses to make flowers and plants grow.

She has always thought he underestimated himself, and she still believes he's destined to do something amazing. However, Ochako doesn't say that out loud anymore because Izuku doesn't believe her...

That particular day she brings him food in a basket so they can spend the day together. But she doesn't find him in the flower field he's usually in.

Instead, she finds Inko, the demigod's mother.

Ochako nearly drops the basket as soon as she realizes the woman has been crying.

"Are you alright?"

"Ochako, dear!" Inko says, trying not to sob. "I'm glad you're here... Have you seen my Izuku? He hasn't come home since yesterday..."

Ochako shakes her head, worrying and hating to be the one to crush Inko's hopes again. A couple of tears escape from the woman's eyes.

"I'm sure he–" she stops before finishing the sentence, there's no point in trying to cheer her up... They both know Izuku would never leave like that, without a word. He'd never do that to his mother or his friends.

Which means that something happened to him.

They go back to the woman's house and Ochako makes some food for the both of them, although the woman doesn't look like she's in the mood to do anything at the moment.

Ochako doesn't blame her.

Later that day, someone knocks at the door. Since Inko is too tired to move, Ochako opens the door for her.

"You must be Todoroki," the girl blurts out; she has never seen him before that day, but Izuku has told her a couple of things about the other boy. Besides, even though he looks like any other mortal, there's something about him...

Ochako can tell he's a god.

"Is Izuku here?"

"Shoto!" That's when Inko rises from her seat and rushes towards the boy. It's obvious they have seen each other before; Ochako is almost sure Todoroki has stayed with them a couple of times.

"What happened?"

Trying not to cry, Inko explains everything to the young god; Ochako notices that the temperature of the house decreases considerably.

"I'll find him," Todoroki promises, determined. "I'll bring him back."

Both Ochako and Todoroki leave the woman at home; the girl makes her a hot, sweet beverage and convinces her to stay in bed for a while.

"I'll find Iida first," Todoroki doesn't realize he's saying that out loud until Ochako asks him about it.

"Who's that?"

"Another god. The herald."

The girl nods, narrowing her eyes as she notices is getting colder outside; clouds are forming over their heads, but instead of rain, there's... snow falling over them.

It's impossible... It's not winter yet. This can't be happening... The plants, their crops... Everything will die.

"What's–" she stops as soon as she notices Todoroki's right fingertips covered in ice.

"I'm sorry... This is my fault. I can't quite control it, not when I'm extremely sad or worried..."

Ochako doesn't have time to think about the consequences; they can't stop it, at least she can't... Besides, she can't afford to worry about everything at once.

"We need to find Izuku," she mumbles, silently praying nothing happens, that it doesn't get worse.

She doesn't want to think what an endless winter would look like or how much damage it'd cause.

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Hi pooks hope your week was off to a good start! I’ve been lurking and reading and enjoying as always thanks for keeping us fed <3

I see myself as lamb reader (idk if that makes sense) I’m having fun on Pinterest seeing what that really means for me (I’m soft long and curly lmao)

Was wondering what you think about John b? I really really didn’t see it at first but I’m so gullible tumblr’s finest are starting to make me think otherwise!!

Much love ♡

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yayyyy hi babe. stop lurking dm me already i wanna share all my ideas w you!!! just kiddin... <3 im glad you liked everything!! ive been slow recently with writing im so tired from work but gonna write smth tn ! loved your ideas

omg yesss lamb reader my beloved. i personally see her like a shy/crybaby reader blend. so gentle so nice so caring! sleepy. biter. will curl up and do her own thing. wears lots of white and floats around. haha rafe loves her !

omg!! stop i do love john b.... ik i never write for him but ugh he would be such a good bf ! i personally love how he is in the show. lol i consume everything princessbrunette writes abt him too (tumblrs finest fr !!) but no i srsly lurk around on john b stuff but don't say anything lfowiasfk im a lurker too.

so much love !! how was ur day?

#💓 anon #📮 asks

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Okay Keelah, in your professional opinion, what pokemon are okay answers in the least favorite popular pokemon poll/you will not die for? (I voted pikachu and stand by my dragonite loving friends, but I might be canceled for evil crimes with my vote.)

youve awoken the beast kylea. also to preface this i dont give a fuck about competitive viability this is mostly just on their design and character, and a little bit abt their use in single-player

but youre in your right to vote pikachu, i considered it but voting for pikachu kind of felt like voting for saltine crackers in a "worst foods" poll bc like. yeah theyre nothing great but actively hating them seems like a waste of energy to me personally yknow

charizard is a fair enough choice to vote for given how much its popularity has been milked over recent gens so i wont bemoan anyone's vote toward it. but i personally find it hard to hate charizard on its own merit bc overall its still pretty dang solid

greninja i think is more than fair to vote for. its a very good pokemon to use in-game but it falls dangerously into the "designed to sell action figures to 11 year old boys" category of "cool" so it loops back around to being kinda lame to me. that being said i dont hate greninja theres just better options for me

lucario is the objectively correct option to vote for. i like it just fine, and i won't complain about its furrybait design (<- incineroar stan), but like cmon. its the lamest one here and we all know it and we know it. they tried to replace mewtwo with it in smash and ill never forgive that

if you voted gengar its because youre an obnoxious contrarian. i get being tired of its popularity but its popular for a reason. literally nothing to complain about on its own merit. hes purple and fat and i love him

garchomp is what i voted for personally just bc ive never really gotten the hype around it. people love to tout cynthia's garchomp as a mark of their traumatic childhood experiences with pokemon but i personally was more scarred by her spiritomb when i was a kid bc i literally thought my game was glitched when i first looked at that thing LOL. its design is fine but again feels real 11 year old boy action figure to me which i dont personally care for

i liked eevee way more before they started marketing it as the counterpart to pikachu. i despise the fucking Noises it makes in lets go eevee and onward. the eeveelutions, ive said before, are the disney princesses of pokemon in how oversaturated they are. but eevee itself isnt to blame for any of that so it felt unfair to vote for it

dragonite is perfect. theres nothing to hate. hes fat and hes orange. if you rubbed his bald head it would sound like youre squeaking a balloon. my boy lance had three of them and THAT was real traumatizing childhood experience. he delivers the mail. if you hate dragonite you'll die by my blade. and if anyone says any dumb bullshit abt how dratini/dragonair "deserved better" then theyre going to kill you too. thats their dad

gardevoir is also an objectively correct choice to vote for but people didnt vote for it bc they want to fuck it. which like fine you do you

and finally why the fuck is snorlax on this list. is snorlax that popular. like on par with fucking Lucario and Gardevoir popular. i really dont think it is i think op just had a secret snorlax bias which, as stated for dragonite, sickens me to my core. literally sincerely nothing to hate abt snorlax. "oh but he blocked the path" yeah and? he was sleepy. get over it

#if you hate snorlax gengar and dragonite youre fatphobic not taking questions

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liquidstar · 5 months

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i like reading your takes on things. im too tired to put really into words my thoughts but the way you talk about certain topics (your recent post on coming out/being closeted/presentation specifically made me send this) makes me feel better about them. like hey. theres someone out there who thinks similar to me. ive followed you for a long time and its just always nice to see your takes on things. so often your words resonate with me and i just appreciate seeing you talk about stuff now and then. its just nice. again im way sleepy and not sure how eloquently phrased it is i just wanted you to know i think youre epic and really respect u👍

ANON HI im so sorry im answering this a couple days late but ive been really so busy it slipped my mind a little 😓 im sorry!

but it actually does make me super happy to read this, like, its so nice to know that my words are resonating with someone and that the things i say make sense to others. and like you said, knowing someone out there feels similarly... its good. its a really helpful feeling i think.

im glad youve stuck around with me for a long time too thats really nice <3 i honestly probably recognize your icon in my notes then at the very least, if we arent already mutuals! so if you ever wanna talk do not be shy 👍 we're already on the same wavelength....

i completely understood you here too even if youre sleepy anyway! and i think you phrased it well because i totally get that feeling too. and also i sympathize with the sleepiness part so much lol dont worry at all.

so yeah tldr thank you anon! youre epic too <3 i appreciate this ask a lot. i hope you still end up seeing it even if its been a couple days

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birbfeeder2artisticboogaloo · 10 months

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I DID IT!!!! I FINALLY FECKING DID IT!!!!! I REWATCHED THE ENTIRE LOTR TRILOGY!!! and do i EVER have some tHOUHGTS hdosidhsaodi below the cut ✨✨✨

FIRST THINGS FIRST:

was it as good as i remembered??

short answer: yes!!!!!! long answer: oh my gfucijing go d soj shjues us god mother of shitw yEes yes yseeeessss 😭😭😭 (baby birb had better taste than present birb but don't tell anyone i said so 👀)

there are loads of things i missed before, as well as things i didn't understand, but i understand them now :'D it always gave me that wriggly weird feeling in my chest even as a kid, just like 'lilo & stitch' or the song 'reflection' from mulan, but i didn't know WHY. turns out, these things touched my heart and it scared me, bc emotions have always scared me. but ive learnt to appreciate them as well. not all tears are an evil. i know what gandalf meant now :'D

does it hold up????

in my opinion, it does!!!! some of the cgi may look a bit wonky to modern eyes, but for the most part it's totally fine, if not better looking than some more.....recent films 👀 i've never been a great fan of slow-motion, but it's used mostly effectively here, to enhance the drama as opposed to taking up space (sure the feckers are long enough without it anyway 🤣) the core message of the film is beautiful and timeless. there is hope and goodness and love in our world, and it's worth every ounce of courage in our hearts!! it's as true today as it was when the film was made!! as true as it was when jrr tolkien wrote his stories!! if i believe in anything at all (much as i often profess i don't) it's only that our world is worth fighting for.

are u still after shipping aragorn and legolas??

YEAH. IM BASIC SO WHAT??? i JUST LIKE IT OK. I JUST. LIKE IT ;A;

will u be making more bad jokes now??

OF COURSE I WILL!! do u even KNOW me it's like u don't even KNOW me wtf. there's just a lot this time so. OK HERE GOES 💪😤

i can't believe smeagol was always just. like that lol. baby birb did not realise it was the same character as gollum btw. baby birb was. silly 👀

THE CAIN INSTINCT PREVAILS ONCE MORE!!!

'wake up, sleepies' is how i greet my cats in the morning btw

lol merry and pippin look high as FECK. baby birb didn't understand that lmao, i thought they were just tired 🤣

well, at least the gang are back together!! (mostly ;A;) merry & pippin dancing on tables, eowyn bringing aragorn a drink....good for them :'D

also!! nice pyjamas, lads!!! they all look so cute omg ;A;

THE ORB!!!! that's great, we here on tumblr love orbs, this is-----oh shit is he dead?? *SHOVES MERRY*

omg when aragorn grabs the orb and falls over and then legolas grabbed him 👀👀👀 I JUST WANT THEM TO KISS OK

the third act break up btwn merry and pippin is so sad 😔

aaAAH!! A CHILD!!!!! D: scary!! ;A;

every time elrond says 'there's nothing for u here' i keep hearing 'this is a DECENT town and a LOCAL shop!! there's nothing for U here!!!' lmao 🤣

the king's hall at minas tirith could use a few throw rugs or sth tbh, maybe a couple paintings. bit sparse in there really :P

right i'll just say it: the witch-king's fell beast's head looks like a di--

YAAAS PIPPIN LET'S DO SOME ARSON!! :D

aragorn's arm-flail run is back and it sparks so much joy i love him i love him i love hi

i've counted THREE (3) BLATANT WILHELM SCREAMS across these films!!! one in ttt, and TWO in rotk!!! incredible

i can't believe denethor says 'yeah i wish u died instead of ur brother. rip i guess' 😐 TO HIS FUCKING FACE!!! evil. faramir's gonna remember that FOREVER. u got to be careful what u say to ur kids bc even if they don't bring it up again, they will never ever forget. my dad called me 'useless' once when i was 15 and i still think about it sometimes. DO NOT SAY WEIRD SHIT TO UR KIDS. IM BEGGING U ;A;

despite denethor's A+ parenting, faramir is a nice guy, totally willing to lead his men on a death march to a fight they can't possibly win, throwing away their lives (and their horses) on an impossible task for the futile hope of making his father love him. rip 😔

NICE SINGING PIP!!! reminds me of irish sean-nós singing, traditional music from ireland ;A; (here's an example :D)

ngl watching denethor eat is like watching the Dinner Scene from texas chainsaw 1974 👀

OH LOOK DAD'S HERE!! hi dad!! thanks for not giving us any facial expression as a hint to what dad wanted, theoden, ur so. helpful ._.

'hey so listen ur gf is dying and since she's my daughter that means i have to make sure U don't die so. here.' *SWORDGASM*

actually that sword was baby birb's fav bits. baby birb LOVED swords ;A;

THE WORST BIT. eowyn tries to confess her feelings and aragorn rejecting her is SO PAINFUL AND AWKWARD AAA ;A;

BEEG DRUMMERS IN THE ORC ARMY!!!! and SIEGE MACHINES!!

legolas squinting at the ghost like 'this guy SUS'

aragorn's 'u WILL suffer me 😠'

it never occurred to me when i was a kid, but the gang are doing a bit of fucking. NECROMANCY here aren't they??? like???

wait who tf is iorlas

OH is it that hot blond??? NICE. i like him >:3c

being a wizard is cool bc u can cast spells OR if ur gandalf u can use the staff to wHACK DENETHOR OVER THE HEAD!!!! he's got a shillelagh and i'm glad of it 😌 (baby birb used to listen to da's political music and one of the songs had a line about being 'whacked with a sprig of shillelagh' which i got a kick out of 🤣)

'we should TAKE the broken city pieces and THROW IT AT THE ORCS!!!' :D (read it like the spongebob meme pls)

'GROND! GROND! GROND!' ('grond' refers to the biggest door-knocker EVER)

gollum u need to stop fat-shaming sam, ur being #problematic and they're gonna cancel u 😩

'CRUMBS ON ITS JACKETSES' lol silly that's a CLOAK!!

OH FECK FRODO'S ALLERGIC TO SPIDER BITES!! ;A;

it might actually be easier to carry him in that cocoon

'don't go where i can't follow' FUCKING KILL ME 😭

[women screaming]

i still don't know what an eored is. or WHY i don't know. why

denethor re-enacts 'flashdance' lol (except he intends to burn himself and his son alive)

OH SHIT THE MAD MAX COSPLAYERS ARE HERE

oh no!! uncle's horse!!! (oh and uncle, oh no!)

HERE IT IS. THE LINE WE'VE BEEN WAITING FOR. I AM NO MAN!!! rip uncle tho lol.

can't believe he really pulled the 'u should smile more, ur so pretty when u smile' rubbish before 😒

WOW we should have hired ghosts AGES ago, they can go thru walls and everything!!! O_O

MERRY AND PIPPIN ARE BACK TOGETHER!!! yay~

sam is SUCH a badass, look at him go!! 'AND THAT'S FOR MY OLD GAFFER!!!' adding to his kill count with tears in his eyes :'D

sauron moving his beam around like 'EYE SEE U!! EYE AM LOOKING UPON U!!!'

aw feck frodo's doing the jesus thing where he falls down a few times but has to get back up ;A;

'a day may come when i stop memeing on this line....BUT IT IS NOT THIS DAY!!!!!'

lol they're bullying gollum, u love to see it 🤣

SAM STOP BEING PERFECT FOR FIVE SECONDS CHALLENGE LEVEL: IMPOSSIBLE

DO IT KING!! TOSS THAT SHIT!!!!

'what are u waiting for?!' 'i've got to give it a chance to defeat me, it's only sportsmanlike, sam!!!'

LEGOLAS'S FACE. WHEN ARAGORN FALLS DOWN. u can see his mouth go like 'ARAGORN' but it's slow-mo and silent ;A; he just starts shoving ppl out his way to get to him hdoasdiasadisj im. gay

AND THEN THE VOLCANO. and pippin sobbing 'FRODO!!!!' ;A;

god all this lava and frodo and sam haven't got any shoes smh

'uhgh i had an awful dream where my finger got chomped off by this freakish little----OH HAI GANDALF!!!!'

his friends are so happy to see him, they are all so happy omg ;A; THE SHIRE THEME STARTS PLAYING WHEN SAM ;A;

tbh sam and frodo could have made out at ANY point and it would have been less gay than. whatever tf had been going on btwn them the entire trilogy 👀

aragorn singing all elfy adn handsome an di love him i love him i lo

legolas all done up as well, they do a mutual shoulder clasp and he's all demure they look like a fecking WEDDING ok they are getting married ;A;

lol arwen looking out from behind the banner like 'PEEK A BOO!!' always sends me 🤣

(another thing that always sends me: legolas and gimli keeping track of their kill count lmao 🤣)

AND THEN ARAGORN DOES A BIG SMOOCH ON HER IN FRONT OF EVERYONE??? INCLUDING HER DAD????? 😳

'my friends, u bow to no one' SIR UR FRIENDS ARE TERRIFIED (except pippin, he's ok with attention 😌)

THE LADS GO HOME!! SAM GETS THE GIRL!!! THERE'S A WEDDING!!! then the sad bit ._.

side note: galadriel is low-key terrifying and i love her for it. she is such a FREAK, idek how to explain it or why i think so but i just. do 👀 she talks and there's a reverb on her voice, she smiles but it doesn't reach her eyes!!!!! SCARY 👀

'not all tears are an evil' fuck u gandalf stop stabbing me in the heart over and over, ur bullying me ;A;

WOW NICE JOB NOT PREPARING UR FRIENDS FOR UR DEPARTURE AT ALL FRODO!!!! jfc u could have at least TOLD THEM, this is FAR more traumatic and shocking!!! >:V

awww he and gandalf hold hands tho omg 🥺

THEY'RE ALL CRYING AND IM CRYING AND IM UPSET AND BABY BIRB LEFT THE ROOM ALREADY ;A;

and then they SAILED OFF INTO THE SUNSET!! for some reason. (oh right!! great war allegory 😔)

TINY BABBY HOBBITS!!!

THE END!!

#aaaand that's a wrap!!!!#birb rewatches the lotr trilogy #just as good as i remembered if not BETTER #or well 'better' bc i understand more than i used to 😅#it makes me cry but im glad i watched it again #it's good for u sometimes :'D #it is ALSO emotionally exhausting and physically draining #i passed tf out and idk if i'll be much good for anything for a while at least #lmao im literally so weak that a 3 and a half hour film can bring me to the brink of DEATH #brb dying of victorian novel disease lmaooo 🤣🤣🤣#birb watch #thanks very much to anyone who bothered reading these btw!!!#hohoho how delightful #this was good fun 😊#now i needd a fecking REST OK ;A;#lotr #rotk #lotr trilogy

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