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fire-lizard-ro · 10 days

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Ah yes. I've come to inquire about a certain blond fellow with the pretty eyes. Aventurine

So here's my bit. Reader is going through a break up with Aventurine and then they make up. I'm writing this while attention (females perspective)is playing in my mind. Maybe you could like incorporate it into the ask. Because I'm thinking in a way that the reader is trying to get Aventurines attention whilst keeping him at a distance. Sor of cat and mouse. And he's buying into it though he's much prefer without the sneakiness.

Also I hope this asks finds you in good spirits and a joyful mood. Caio.

Okay, okay- I have no clue what attention is. A song? I’m not good at this game help-

Anyways I will try my best.

Thank you sm for the ask. 🫶

I really do love this twinky little blond man and I’m happy to be writing about him.

It’s like two in the morning rn and I’m rambling here to distract myself from things. ANY!!! WAYS!!!

No gender is mentioned for the reader.

CW: exactly one (1) 2.1 spoiler (Aventurine’s real name- It’s at the very end), break up-make up time, mild angst bc ofc there is it’s Aventurine, hurt/comfort, happy ending hehe 🫶

Writing under the cut (SFW):

You couldn’t help but smile as you saw a certain someone’s nickname flashing across your screen. Right on time.

Though you supposed he knew what you were doing. After all, Aventurine is smart. Even if he didn’t realize it right away, he had to know by now.

You picked up the phone.

“Well hello, stranger. To what do I owe the honor?” It was hard to keep the sly lilt and inflection out of your voice when you knew he was definitely gripping his phone tightly on the other end of the line.

“I’m sure you know, dear. You’re slick but not that slick. You’ll have to do better than that to outplay me,” Aventurine said, his voice still fixed in that unhurried cadence and unbothered tone like usual despite the situation.

You rested your cheek on a hand and leaned back in your seat with a smile. “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean. In any case, it’s a bit odd of you to call me. After all, we did break up. You remember that, I’m sure.”

You could practically hear the leather of his gloves crunching (is it crunching I forgot-) as he clenched a fist, keeping hold of his restraint.

The two of you had been dancing around each other like cat and mouse. Though at this point, who was the cat and who was the mouse was anyone’s guess.

Despite having gotten to the point of breaking up, you ended up missing him a lot. And thus you began the dance only to find his hand already waiting for you. It was unspoken that you both wanted the same thing. But every time he drew closer, you’d pull back. A frustrating back and forth that seemed to confuse him. Aventurine was sure you wanted him back. And yet you never let the cat finally catch his prey. Why? He didn’t get it.

“Oh sweetheart- Let’s not keep pretending, yes? I know you’ve been trying to catch my attention. You can’t hide your intentions.”

“Seems it’s working, then.”

It was true. You had been doing things to keep Aventurine’s eyes on you. Despite playing a game of keep away with him with how you’d draw him in and push him away, you didn’t want him looking at anyone else. At the same time, you weren’t sure if you’d truly be willing to get together again. What if the train went off the tracks again? The first time had been rough enough with the two of you waging a passive aggressive war and pointedly ignoring each other at some points.

And thus, this odd little game of yours. One that Aventurine was growing tired of it he had finally called you.

“Let’s talk in person, shall we?” “What-?”

A knock at the door. No fucking way- You opened the door to see your favorite the blond man himself.

“Hiya, darling dearest~”

“Aventurine.”

“No need to be like that. I was serious about that talk.” He then pulled a bouquet of your favorite flowers out from behind his back. “For you,” Aventurine said with that stupid charming smirk of his. You squinted at him for a moment before accepting the flowers with a huff and a faux annoyed, “Fine.”

You were a bit conflicted. You were excited that he was here. Especially because he seemed desperate enough to actually seek you out and talk to you in person. But at the same time this was not something you calculated or expected to happen.

“I know you’re glad to see me. You don’t have to pretend,” he practically purred as you shot a glare over your shoulder, still keeping up appearances. “Oh but of course- I’m absolutely just tickled pink.”

Aventurine chuckled, tipping his head down to look at you over his shades, lids low and eyes practically glowing. “You always did have a way with words, sweetheart.”

He then took off the sunglasses (and oh that was another stupid, dorky little thing about him you found oddly endearing- shades inside a building- stupid silly adorable man-) and plopped down on your couch while you put the flowers down on the counter in the kitchen. You’d deal with them later. For now you had him to deal with. You sat in the chair instead of the couch. He pouted playfully about it, but didn’t comment. “I’ll cut to the chase- I want you back. And I know you want me back, too. I just can’t figure out why you’re leading me closer and then shoving me away. I’m starting to get the feeling you just like my attention. But even so- We both know the truth. So why don’t you just give in, lovely? I know you want to,” he said, surprisingly not using the old song and dance of leading someone around to get the information he wanted. He didn’t talk in circles and didn’t even seem all that flirty despite his words. He was… oddly serious.

“And what about the reason we broke up before?” You didn’t even try to pretend anymore. Aventurine has always been able to see right through you. That ability had clearly not gone anywhere. “I can’t make promises, but we can talk. We’ll work something out. I’ll even compromise on it.” Compromise was not an Aventurine word. Any deals he made were made in his favor without the other person even knowing what they were going to lose. Your incredulity must have been showing on your face more than you thought because he laughed lightly, the sound somehow dry- tired and heavy. “I see that look. I’m serious, baby. I’m sorry I ever let you go. You’re the only one who stayed. The only one who has stuck around. I need you. I’ll give it all to you. My attention, my trust, my… my heart, even. You don’t have to play these games to make me want you.”

Now you feel a bit guilty. But at the same time, elated. Even before you broke up, he never once brought up matters of trust and love. He seemed far too uncomfortable even edging around the topic. But now Aventurine was the first one to bring it up.

You said nothing but silently stood. And his eyes dimmed, waiting for disappointment. But then you walked over and sat next to him, pulling him into a hug. “I missed you, Aven.”

He let out a shaky sigh and wrapped you up in his embrace, arms tight around you.

“Kakavasha.”

“What?”

“You should tell me, ‘I missed you, Kakavasha,’” he (Kakavasha?) said, his voice was shaky with emotion.

“I… I missed you, Kakavasha.”

“And I love you, sweetheart.”

#roro writes #asks answered #gn reader #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x gn reader #hsr x gn reader #honkai star rail aventurine x reader #hsr aventurine x reader #aventurine x reader #aventurine x gn reader #ew I’m a SAP #I had to give him a good ending like come ON #my lil Aven 🥺🥺🥺#if this is all over the place and talking in circles #then my apologies big dawg #LMFAO-#it’s like 2 in the morning I speed wrote this

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nights-legacy · 11 months

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Hi, so rn I'm in absolute pain, my legs absolutely tort me up from mosquitoe bites like there, the sizes of welts, as if someone had burned me and it's absolute hell. SO I was wondering how Aizawa and Hawks would take care of an S/O and how they would react seeing their legs full of golf ball sized inflammation. Would they try to kill someone thinking that their dear s/o was hurt? And what type of remedies would they try once they found out the nature of them? Also, would they tease them about being a magnet for blood suckers?

I hate mosquito bites! I've got some right now, too, and they're driving me bonkers. I hope you like this and here's a link to where I found mosquito bite remedies-- Remedies

Remedies for Pesky Bites - Aizawa & Hawks

Masterlist ~ MHA Masterlist ~ #2

1612 words

+ You get bitten badly by mosquitoes, and your man has a couple of remedies up his sleeve to help.

Aizawa

I groaned as the burning, iching. sensation in my legs grew worse. I fought hard to not scratch at the welts lining my legs. I had gone to help my parents at their countryside home. It was a nice, hot summer day and the bugs were out in drones. I didn't even notice the mosquito bites until I was on the train home.

"Dammit." I exclaimed as a couple bites won and I scratched at them. I had to rip my hands away and get up from the bed. I had already taken a shower and it helped for a little bit. I went to the bathroom to grab some anti-itch Ointment. I hopped up on the counter and examined my legs.

The welts on my legs were huge. Ranging from tiny bites to golf ball size welts. I noticed there was some blood and blood rash from the scratching.

"Great..." I rubbed in the ointment, careful not to cause more irritation. All I wanted was to go to bed and be held by Shota. Unforchunately, he wasn't home. He had let me know that he would be out late due to a stake out bust of a gang.

I sighed before hopping down and walking back to the bed. I stood there for a minute, wondering if it was worth it to get under the blanket. I decided against it and laid on my stomach lounging on my pillow. I distracted myself with my phone until it was too hard to fight sleep.

"Babe... darling, Wake up." I groaned as I woke to someone shaking my shoulder.

"Nooo..." I whined, gripping my pillow tighter and curling up.

"I know, I know. Sleep is wonderful but I need to talk to you." His voice was urgent and I shot up in near panic. I found him sitting to my left.

"What's wrong? Did something happen on the bust?" I began to look him over.

"No, no. It went fine. But what happened to you? It looks like you were attacked. Who did this to you?" He looked down at my legs and began to trace his fingers around the welts.

"Ah! No, no." I pulled my legs away. His eyes widened in worry. "No one did this to me. It's all mosquito bites. I went to my parents remember?"

"Yes?"

"Well, I helped my dad outside for most of the day. I got bitten a lot and I didn't notice until the train ride home." I saw him visibly relax and he dropped his head. I sat there

"Thank god. I thought you were attacked Or something."

"Nope. Well, yes by bugs." We laughed. I sighed before reaching down towards my legs.

"Nope. No scratching." He grabbed my hands.

"But it's so irritating evel the ointment isn't working well." He hummed before getting up and pulling off his capture weapon and jacket.

"I think I know just the thing." He walked towards the door. "No scratching."

"Okay." I giggled. I heard him moving around in the kitchen before coming back in with some wet towels.

"For now, We'll put these on. I've got something else prepping in the kitchen." He wrapped the towels around my calves. and I jumped at the cold sensation. It instantly gave me some relief. I sat there patiently for about half an hour, and he came back in with a bowl.

"What is that?"

"Chamomile."

"Tea?" I was surprised. He nodded with a chuckle.

"Trust me." He gave me a smirk. He pulled out a large, thin cheese cloth bag full of damp tea. He pulled off the rag and gently placed it on my bites. He did the same to the others. "Now we leave it on for ten minutes. Sit still and let it work while I go take a shower."

"Okay." He got up and began to strip his clothes. Before he went to the bedroom and stopped him. "Can I have my book?"

"Which one?" I pointed to the (color) book. (You choose the book! Lol) he handed it to me and went. He was done and back within the 10 minutes.

"Now let's see..." He took the wrappings off slowly.

"I never pegged you for a home remedy guy." I said while tucked a strand of his hair behind his ear.

"Well, I'm full of surprises, Love." He set the bags in the bowl again before wiping the skin off. "There we go. Not even that red anymore."

"Wow." I ran my hand over the welts and was surprised to feel no irritation from my touch. "How?"

"It is a natural anti-inflammatory and anti-itch." He said, standing up. "We'll do another treatment in the morning."

"Thank you." I stood and gave him a kiss.

"No problem. I suggest you put on those soft, cuffed sleep pants for the night." He said while leaving the room.

"Ooo, good idea."

Hawks

"Come on, pick up Keigo." I muttered into the phone. I have been trying to call him for about 10 minutes. He has yet to pick up obviously. "Damn." I groaned as the call went to voicemail again.

I was trying to get a hold of him to pick up some anti-itch stuff. We were out and I had an ungodly amount of mosquito bites on my legs. I had accompanied my sister to the farmers market and I apparently attracted all the bugs in the place. Large, angry, itchy welts were left behind.

"This sucks." I was sitting at the table with no pants on so there was no rubbing. I was wearing one of Keigo's shirts and it stopped about mid thigh. The bites were burning so bad that I was nearly in tears. I jumped when the balcony doors opened.

"I'm home, lovebird." Keigo yelled. He quickly found me at the table and gave me a big smile.

"I've been trying to call you." I whined.

"Aww. I'm sorry, Babe. I lost my phone earlier." He pulled off his jacket and kicked off his boots. He walked closer to me. "What did you need?"

"Too late now." I said getting up. He paused when it got closer.

"What's wrong?" I saw him examine me and his eyes widened. Rushing over, he knelt before me. "What happened?"

"Careful. They're bites." Taking a step back.

"Bites?" He asked frantically. I saw him looking at the large welts With worry. Some were scuffed from scratching while others had some blood rash.

"Bug bites." I clarified. He gave a heavy sigh of relief and his wings sagged to the floor. He muttered some words of relief before looking up at me.

"What happened?" He stood up.

"I went to a farmers market today and I think I attracted all the mosquitoes. They hurt and itch Keigo. So bad." I grabbed onto his shirt, sniffling and set my head on his chest.

"Why didn't you put anything on them?"

"That's Why I was calling you. We're out of anti-itch stuff." I set my chin on his chest and looked up at him. He hummed and rubbed his hands up and down my arms.

"Come on." He wrapped an arm around my waist and led me to the kitchen. He softly lifted me up and set me on the counter next to the stove. He moved through the kitchen looking at different things.

"Keigo?"

"Bear with me, Love bird." He found my bag of herbs and spices I got today. He sifted through it before pulling out the thyme. I was confused but didn't say anything. He pulled out a pot and filled it with water. He put it on to boil before taking the thyme sprigs and broke them into single strands.

He dropped the springs into the water as it came to a boil. He wrapped a wing around my legs and I could feel the heat begin to rise under the feathers, giving me some temporary relief. I stayed silent as he worked until after letting it cool, dipped a couple of rags in the thyme water.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Thyme is an antibacterial plant that can reduce irritation in the skin." He explained. I was dumbfounded.

"And how do you know that?" I asked. He chuckled as he wrapped the rags around my legs.

"I grew up having to fend for myself and not have any helpful amenities." He used a bag clip to hold the rags on.

"Oh, right."

"It's alright." He cupped my face and gave me a kiss. I pulled him closer and deepened the kiss. This was the perfect distraction. He pulled away after a few minutes. "Feeling any better?"

"Yes actually." I noticed that the burning was gone and the urge to itch was almost gone. I looked at my legs astonished.

"Thyme? Really?"

"Yes!" He laughed, wings flapping in amusement. He removed the rags and examined the bites. "They look better."

"Amazing." I hopped down. I wrapped my arms around his neck and brushed my fingers through his feathers. Shivers went up his spine. "Thank you, Pretty boy."

"It's my pleasure, My Love." He nuzzled his nose against mine.

"You know..." I trailed off. "You now owe me some more Thyme. Especially if you want some fried chicken."

"Haha! Of course!" He said. I smiled before stepping back. "You know..." I heard the teasing tone in his voice. "I really hope there are no vampires nearby because you seem to be a blood suckers buffet."

"Keigo Takami!" I scolded him while laughing. I grabbed a dry dish towel and threw it at him. He dodged and took off for the bedroom. "Get back here!"

Tag List: @lilparcheesie @dxnaii-rxse @iris-shihabi @l0vely-lee

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cairoswrld · 2 months

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hey so i gave this exam a few weeks ago and its results are coming up soon and i'm anxious asf about how i did. i just wanna get the best marks so i keep affirming and all those negative thoughts just come rushing in and i feel so hopeless, what do i do? thank you bae xx

yoh that’s so real.

for the anxiety, definitely self soothe. watching comfort shows, vent to someone or yourself, go out with someone, listen to your favourite songs etc . - just to calm you down

also it’s okay to react, let yourself be anxious, acknowledge that "okay yes i’m feeling a bit anxious and that’s fine, it’s not weird to feel anxious before getting results for smth, i’m fine and it’s normal" and then maybe change what you affirm to something along the lines of "nothings wrong with how i feel, i know that regardless i will get my desires/my desired marks/that distinction etc"

something like feeling anxious can never stop you from getting what you want as long as you keep knowing that you will/already have your desire yk?

conclusively;

definitely affirm against your doubt/anxious - e.g "i acknowledge how i feel but regardless of that, i will get my desires"

self soothe. - do things that calm you down, relax, distract you, whatever feels good.

just keep affirming, trusting, self soothing - reinforce your affirms beyond the circumstance, if you need to repeat to do that, do that. if you wanna maybe revise, then use revision. if you wanna visualise, do that.

and then just on a personal note, when i’m in this situation, i try my best to remove my focus on the worst case scenario and focus on the best case scenario. anytime i get really negative, i affirm in whatever way makes me feel better. - sometimes i even sleep with subliminals on, and otherwise i focus on keeping myself calm and distracting myself when the thoughts get really negative and focused on the 3D.

anyways good luck anon, i know exactly how you feel, know that in another reality, im holding your hand rn !! if this didn’t help, there’s so much content out there that will definitely help you, remember that it’s okay to feel anxious, just persist anon, all the best 🌟

#cairoswrld #loa #a nonie #asks

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half-truths-and-hyperbole-louk · 3 months

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Louk's Bad Batch rewatch part 10 omg and 10 days until s3 👀

Lets go batchers 🤟

The Bad Batch 1x06

I love reading the aurebesh signs hehe

Omega nearly takes out a stranger and literally goes "teehee oopsie" I love her sm

Echo teaching her how to shoot 🥺

HIS HAND ON HER SHOULDER 😭

Wrecker: "not exactly a natural is she" Hunter: *vague nod/shrug thing* 💀

I'd love to shoo cid out of the bar "scram" @ cid

Tech is playing arcade games !!!! 👀

"I assume you know what a tactical droid is" *3 voted yes, Omega voted no, Tech panicked*

I used to think cid telling the batch they work for her was a kinda funny scene but rewatching it now knowing what I know it just infuriates me 😡

"weak noodle arms" SHES JUST A BABY

"this old trick?" hehe like the one Han did in ESB 👀

"that's your plan? fly there, land, hope they don't spot us and walk in the door?" ~ Obi-Wan about Anakin's plan - me pretending Echo learned this from Anakin 🥺

poor Wrecker with heights, he's so brave fr I'm very proud 💕

"nighty night" 🤣

everyone is probably gonna hate me for saying this buuuuttt... I kinda wanna see more Martez sisters after this episode lol

Rafa: "grab a weapon" Omega: "I had one 😑"

y'all the banter between Hunter and Rafa 👀 the way he walks behind her with both blasters out

THE FLIP AND ROLL OMEGA DOES TO GRAB THE DROID HEAD !!!

"thanks" hehehe she's so cheeky

sibling banter

YOU'VE GOT THIS WRECKER 👑

Wrecker hits his head count: 7 👀

and he just got shot in the same place on his shoulder for the third time 🙃

"Good soldiers-" screaming sobbing exploding into another dimension

HELP HER TRACE

Omega screaming for Hunter 😭

plus Hunter's "hang on Omega!" *checking myself into therapy*

Hunter literally swinging in to save Omega like he's tarzan 👑

that "thank you" was SO sincere I'm going to go cry my eyes out forever

Trace grabbed Omega to pull her behind her 🥺

Rafa: "I still don't like you" Hunter: "I'm used to it" 🥲😂

okay but Wrecker fighting the chip, hearing Tech calling for him sounding so concerned, then Crosshair desperately saying "good soldiers follow orders" is incredibly painful to hear... but it's like he's hearing his brothers both desperately calling him to them, Crosshair's voice is like the chip trying to activate, he's frustrated and confused which is probably exactly how Wrecker feels right now, and Tech's voice is trying to bring Wrecker back away from the chip 🥲 like they're both tugging at his brain to go different directions or smth idk I'm emotional about them always

"is there an echo in here?" "Yes, I'm Echo" *salutes* he's just so silly and goofy and I know the domino squad is absolutely cackling rn 😂

Tech's little swirly flip of the datastick like Hunter does with his knife makes me think Tech can also use Hunter's knife and that is something I would love to see pls

Trace has her arm around Omega again! 🤲

Tech is so sneaky hehe

Omega: "it's all about tuning out distractions" SEE CID SHE TOOK ECHOS ADVICE AND NOW SHE'S FINE pfft "weak noodle arms" NO MA'AM

R7 💕💕💕

Omega is so excited about being in a seedy area lmaooo

Omega and Rafa waving at each other as they leave 🥺

Hunter talking about the right reasons I am feeling emotions again

hmm I wonder who this mysterious person on the holo could possibly be 🤔🤔🤔

yayyyy episide 6 done y'alls 💕 thanks for joining again ilysm

I'm going to be doing a lot more hehe because I was super busy for a few days and now my timing is off 🙃

see y'all next time for when the fit hits the shan 🤟

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lunapwrites · 3 days

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having a bit of a bad brainspace weekend.

i am intensely uncomfortable and unable to do things for myself that i normally could do and this is my not-so-friendly reminder that despite the sometimes crippling ADHD and the fact that my GI issues suck i am, in fact, mostly usually quite able-bodied. i am used to things i am not physically able to do being more in the realm of "touching my toes" due to my intense lack of flexibility or "lift my partner" due to him being 3x my size. I've historically been pretty strong and in good shape for someone that is allergic to the gym, so i was not anticipating adding things like "putting on socks" and "rescuing my sweet idiot dog from the couch he's forgotten how to get off of" to that list.

i made the mistake of asking my partner what it looked like i was struggling with rn because i'm not good at recognizing when i actually need to ask for help vs when i can just power through. this was a poor decision because this means that i received an itemized list of my recent failures. not phrased in a way to be hurtful, just expressing frustration because these were all things that i had previously handled myself with ease and now a) was suddenly not doing, or doing inconsistently, and b) was not indicating i needed help with. and he's not trying to step in on his own and make me feel micromanaged or smothered, because he knows i want to do for myself as much as possible (and also i'd probably bite his head off) and he's 100% correct. and he had to kind of sit me down and be like "you are pushing yourself too hard please stop" and i wanted to shake him and scream that i'm not, that i don't feel like i'm doing enough because i am just a pile of disappointments right now. massive laundry lists of things i need to do and can't because literally if i try it physically hurts me.

anyway i really want to write but the second i sit down i either get distracted with something else or fall asleep or sit there vibrating over the things i should be doing but can't so. there's that. [gazes longingly at several half-written WIP chapters wasting away in the corner] i know where they're all going. i just don't have the gas to get us there. and i hate that. especially because i have this intense fear of not having time for writing at all once Bean is here.

idk. everything sucks rn and i hate it here and i don't wish this on anyone. next person who tells me this is a wonderful miracle and that i should feel so blessed is getting a shoe thrown at them. "best thing you've ever done" fuck you. i know what i did and why, but i also knew it was going to suck ass at least 90% of the time. it was, i thought, an informed decision. i either underestimated the level of disability i would be experiencing or overestimated my ability to cope with it. like it's fine it's temporary i will get through it but jesus fucking christ this is rotten work. and not in a "not if it's you" or an "especially if it's you" sort of way, but more of a "despite" situation. i adore this kid so much already but i also want to be able to stand up for more than 5 consecutive minutes without feeling like i might die. i want to be able to have a conversation without immediately being out of breath. and even all of that i feel terrible venting about because in terms of symptoms i am getting off SO FUCKING EASY. it could have been way worse. and i'm bitching about it this hard. bitching about what???

anyway. so begins the final countdown. with me crying hysterically over a bag of fuckin pastries i left on the counter and feeling lower than i think i've felt since '09, which ain't a great feeling.

[deep breath.] everything will be fine. it just sucks right now. and also i really hate writing thank you cards.

#lp bitches #bean posting

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joelslegalwhre · 2 months

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hey hi hello, how are you all my beautiful besties?<3 I've been very MIA for the last weeks and I've missed tumblr but i didn't have the time and energy if I'm honest tw talk about health issues / illness

my mom got diagnosed with a brain tumour and that hit me like a fucking train. I'm a mama's girl and I love her more than anything okay, so to see her going through this, not being sure of anything and not feeling well (and not knowing what's going to happen next) is the absolute fucking worst and I'm scared shitless. I've been scared of someone in my family getting cancer my entire life and it just feels so surreal to live through this now. We don't know anything specific rn and I'm praying everyday that she'll get better again. Seeing all the birthday messages, the mentions and other notifications of you all means the absolute world to me! They've made me smile and happy and I want to say the biggest possible thank you for that! <3 I won't be as active as I normally am - I wanna help my mom as much as possible and thank god I can bc uni hasn't started for me yet and I can be home most of the time - but I miss my wonderful moots, the amazing fics and everything else on here and I can't retreat into my shell forever lol so let's hope for the best <3 (Dad!Dieter is waiting in my drafts and I'm trying to distract myself with him and maybe write something again soon)

#em talks📧#em's shit #tw illness #tw talk of cancer #ily all sm🩷

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rosekasa · 6 months

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20 questions for fic writers!

thank u @jattendschaton for tagging me 🥺 i love these questions

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

i have 107 on maketea, but with my um. two other accounts i have 128

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

on maketea i have 293,935, but with at least one of my other accounts (one of them is for ml and one of them for another fandom, the latter of which i cant be bothered to log in to rn shdjsk) the total is 313,681!!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

miraculous ladybug mainly! but i have also written for owari no seraph. ive written for other fandoms but im not counting it if i literally only have one work to my name for them HSJAJA with ons at least i have 3 on maketea and 12 on my other account

THEORETICALLY. i also write for sailor moon. i have a substantial amount in my google docs. they just havent manifested themselves into existence yet

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

apology gifts, like poles of a magnet, new marinette, a nine-year old (fhfjsj), and i'll marry you! ive actually had kudos/hits/comments stats hidden on ao3 since 2021 so i have no clue how many kudos any of these have which is very funny to me

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

i try to but i always get distracted midway through going through my inbox which is totally on me fjdkka. i always decide to do it when im literally in the middle of class for whatever fuckin reason HAHAHA. i also always feel bad because im like 'oh i havent replied to this in literally two years im too embarrassed to reply now'

i also want to reply with more than just 'thank you' because comments mean SO MUCH TO ME but i think i psych myself out of replying because im too scared i won't be able to express it properly

im trying to resolve to get better at it!

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

ehemememem. ya'aburnee.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

ooh, id say new marinette! in terms of like. the emotional arc or whatever

i was gonna say lpoam, but i think there's still a bit of lingering Sad there

8. Do you get hate on fics?

nope!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

i want to say no. but ive been writing fics for ten years now and i feel like i mustve done Something weird when i was younger

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not to my knowledge!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

yep, for an old fandom on wattpad!

shdkska this is really funny, but back then i made a playlist for the fic, and i remember the person who translated it wrote in their translation of that chapter 'i wouldve done it differently but it's okay' that still makes me laugh

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

yep, i did one for owari no seraph and one for ml! i have some others in the works tho hehe

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

guess

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

oh hmm. i think i am delusional and believe all my wips will someday be finished HDJFJSJS so im changing this question to 'doubt you will in the near future'. for that, id say maybeeee my amnesia adrien fic. 40k words in the doc and babe is still marinating

16. What are your writing strengths?

hmm. i think im quite good at writing interactions! i mean, i like the way i write them at least. i love capturing the feeling of being with people and i think i do it well!

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

there's something that feels kind of hesitant when i read my docs sometimes? it feels like im worried to hit the point of the plot head-on and skirting around what i actually want to say. i think what i'm trying to do to improve is to be a bit more direct in my narration style and focus on being descriptive only when it's needed.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

ive done it before!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

oh i dont want to answer this. one direction

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

like poles of a magnet <3

tagging @destiny-with-you , @mozzygan , @asukiess , @ladyofthenoodle , and whoever else wants to do this!!! just say i tagged u when u do it hehe

#♡alizeh talks♡

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nanamis-officehours · 1 day

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Kento.....I'm just really tired, came from work, had a shitty shitty day, my supervisor was two-faced asshat, that too in front of client, didn't let me get a word in to defend (i was doing what he had told me earlier to do) and.....well...I'm just really really sad...

So.....my question is...if i was with you rn....what would you suggest we do....? I just want to distract myself and not cry.....

Sorry this became a diary entry...but you respond really well to my asks and you're the first blog that came to my mind for comfort....

Love you ♥️♥️

Thank you for thinking of me as a comfort blog.

Unfortunately, we have to deal with ridiculous supervisors/leadership all the time in our world. I used yo stress about my work all the time, trying to meet deadlines, trying to get everything done and keeping everyone happy but with time I learned that people will be unhappy no matter what you do so just do your best and keep your head up baby love. Get that bag and go home and when you get the chance to advance in your career, take that chance.

Sending love and a massive hug your way.

#jjk #jjk rp #roleplay #anime #jujutsu kaisen #jjk nanami #nanami kento #nanami rp #nanami x reader #kento nanami

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crazybutgood · 5 months

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20 fic writer questions~

I'm procrastinating and feverish and in pain, so I figured I'd distract myself and finally do this,, thanks for the tag lovelies @the-francakes (x) @lumosatnight (x) and @orange-peony (x)

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

44 including origami, fics, a mixture of those (all mine and also collabs), and podfics

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

Noo this would be a bitch to calculate

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I used to write for the HP fandom

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

You Light Me Up

I Just Want You to Know (collab with @sugareey-makes-stuff)

Language of Love

[FIC & ART] Heart on Your Sleeve

Kuch Meetha Ho Jaaye

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try!! But I often fail. Reasons: Partially sometimes I get overwhelmed and/or am too shy and dk what to say, but mostly it's because I am so so incredibly burned out

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Damn,, idt I have one. I do HEAs! At least in fics, and so far

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

All are happy I think,, and omg how does one quantify and compare happiness?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not yet

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Nope! Like reading it, actually incapable of writing it

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I haven't! Idk if I will! There is one published novel one that I want to read tho omg ;-; ok sorry going off track

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I sure hope not :') But to my knowledge no

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yeah with Krissy! Linked in question 4. We didn't even know it was each other haha cos it was an anonymous epistolary exchange but ye it was fun

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

Don't ask me that!! There's lots of ships to love, and idh the same ride or die (or any, tbh) feeling for my previously main one anymore. Goes to show that it just changes with time (maybe this current answer will too!)

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

SIKE I don't start things I know I won't finish (involves an elaborate planning procedure, ask @getawayfox ) and once I start them I push through it even if I have to drag myself crying (I'm insane I know)

16. What are your writing strengths?

I love writing dialogue, and some people have told me it's nice, so I shall go with that!

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Ohh loads I reckon,, I'm going to stick to sharing run on sentences and can't write long plots. Cos I have to do lots of academic writing and copywriting, and that's going pretty steady, so idw to break that and spiral by thinking too much about this :') esp cos idh much time and energy to write fiction rn

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Yes if done right! Like you do things to make sure you don't throw off those who don't know that language and like make it part of the flow. And/Or footnotes! I've done dialogue in Hindi in my fics, and I've written an entire one in a script play format in Hindi too for @curlyy-hair-dont-care

19. First fandom you wrote for?

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Listen :') I have mixed feelings about my writing, so I genuinely can't answer this

Tagging @andithiel @curlyy-hair-dont-care if you wanna do this, and anyone else who hasn't and wants to as well!!

#tag game #tagged #personal #fic #game

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wooahaes · 2 years

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congratulations on 1k! taking this opportunity to request (beg) you for any jeonghan comfort fluff - literally anything you write, i will gobble it up. i love your writing, as i'm sure you know.

- livvie (who is having quite a week and could really use a jeonghan bf to hold her)

aaa i hope this meets ur expectations livvie!!

massage

pairing: non-idol!jeonghan x gn!reader

word count: 0.8k~

warnings: stressed reader. jeonghan gives reader a massage n then its cuddle time. intentional lowercase + no proofreading.

daisy’s notes: admittedly. i need a massage myself rn.

sometimes it seemed like jeonghan had a sixth sense for when you were feeling off.

maybe it was something in the way you texted him that you were leaving work. you’d only given him a short “leaving now” and nothing more--no questions of whether he needed anything or talk of dinner plans like the two of you usually would do. or maybe jeonghan was magic and just seemed to understand how stress would hit you sometimes, watching as it piled higher and higher on your shoulders until finally spilling late into the week. he always would complain that you should tell him sooner so that he can help you relieve stress, either by being there to listen or by distracting you however you needed, but that’d come after caring for you. you had said nothing to him when you came home past a general “i’m home” before you went straight to bed, changing out of your work clothes before practically collapsing onto the mattress just for a moment.

just to catch your breath.

and yet jeonghan maybe a minute later, lying down next to you. “do you want to talk about it?”

you opted to just groan in frustration instead. it was one of those days.

“ah. let me order dinner and then i’ll massage your shoulders. okay?”

you mumbled something about him ordering whatever he felt like, still muffled into the blankets.

“i already know your order,” he said, pulling up a food delivery app. “just give me a moment.” he looked up. “take off the sweatshirt so i can massage your back, too.”

despite not moving for another few moments, you propped yourself up enough to pull it over your head and set it onto the bed next to you. jeonghan dropped his phone onto the bed after a moment, saying he’d placed the order.

“hold on,” he said, moving to where he had better leverage over you. he hovered over you, knees on either side of your hips, as he gently pat your shoulders. “is this good? or do i need to move?”

“‘t’s fine,” you mumbled, angling your face so he could finally hear you properly. “you don’t have to do this, babe.”

“i want to. we can cuddle afterward, okay?” he started to knead at the tension in your shoulders, and you could practically feel how much he grimaced at that. “ah--see? you always get so tense.” he sighed, a little playful and over-exaggerated just to try and earn a smile from you. “you should be thankful to have such a sweet and handsome boyfriend...”

he hit a particularly sore spot, earning a groan of pain from you.

“oh, love...” his voice was softer then. “it’ll hurt a little, okay? let me know if it’s too much.”

he pressed his fingers into the knot he’d found, rubbing small circles slowly into your skin. he softly cooed at your whimper of pain, promising that he was only doing what he had to do in order to help you relax a little more.

“it wouldn’t get this bad if you came to me more,” he said, more serious than you expected him to be. normally, he’d be teasing you over the sounds you were making. instead, he just continued to massage out every knot and tense spot he found. “you take care of me when i need it. it’s okay to let me take care of you.”

“i know,” you sighed. “i just feel bad. you already deal with enough--”

“and you’re my partner and i love you and i want to be here for you, too,” jeonghan said, cutting you off. he climbed off of you, pulling your sweatshirt into his arms for a moment. “did that help? or do you need more?”

admittedly, jeonghan massaging your shoulders did make you feel a lot better. you hadn’t realized how tense you were. you ignored your sweatshirt as you crawled toward him, all but collapsing onto him. you shut your eyes, wrapping your arms around him as you let out a heavy sigh.

“you don’t want it back?” he asked, acting as though he wasn’t about to pull it on himself. he liked stealing your bigger sweatshirts to look cozy in. it was always obvious when he did, in his friends’ opinions, because he always looked extra smug in being able to say that he was wearing his partner’s clothes.

(later that night, he would come back to the bedroom wearing your sweatshirt, takeout in hand and smiling with pride at successfully showing off that he was yours.)

“honey,” he said, reaching up to trace shapes onto your back, “don’t get too comfortable yet. i still need to get dinner.”

“mmhm,” you shut your eyes, relaxing against him.

“you look like you’re going to fall asleep.”

“and if i do?”

“you should eat first,” he hummed, drawing hearts now without much thought. “and then we can go to sleep.”

and yet he still let you cuddle in close, an arm draped around you that made you feel safe, a kiss pressed onto your temple.

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dragons-and-dwarves-are-nice · 10 months

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To the Shadows that Cry Witch /// Chapter 14

OK SO APPARENTLY I MISSED POSTING LAST WEEKS CHAPTER??? I mean I was panicking about going on holiday, BUT STILL?? THE FACT THAT I DIDN'T EVEN REALISE. Guys if I don't post feel free to ask me why because 9/10 times it's my dumb adhd ass forgetting cuz she's stressed. But on the bright side - I GOT INTO UNIVERSITY!!! So I'm in a very good mood rn and managed to write this entire chapter in less than an hour. It hasn't been proofread, but I'm gonna have to do that another time. Enjoy! <3

Summary: Magic was real, but it came at a price. So when two girls end up in the one place they never thought they could reach, strange things began to happen. Good or bad? That's up to them to find out.

Tags: Kili x oc/reader - Fili x oc (POV to be written soon) - Thorin's company × ocs/reader (platonic) - fluff - angst - EXTREME slow burn - crack - Bagginshield

Word Count: 1732

Warnings: Mentions of Minor and Major Injuries from last chapter.

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Thanks, I hate it.

Skreigh (Definition): To utter a harsh abrupt scream (Noun / Origin: Gaelic / Sk·r·ay)

Eventually, Kay lifted her head up. Her grey eyes were rimmed by a crimson red as they blinked up as the two of us, and if you looked closely, you could see a tremble in her hands as they came up to wipe at her face.

Bilbo immediately sped into action, marching over to the bed and swiping the second blanket that laid at the end. Shaking it out of its folds, he draped it over Kay’s shoulders, and I handed over her tea, making sure that the shaking in her limbs didn’t spill the hot liquid down her front. Taking a small sip, she let out a shaky sigh.

“Are you okay?”

Bilbo was the first to break the silence with his question, kneeling down in front of my friend, looking at her with both concern and slight fear.

Kay nodded. Bilbo got up, murmuring something about food helping before he left for what was probably the kitchen. I waited a second before speaking.

“That was so scary.” I whispered, too shocked about the ordeal to take note of my volume.

“I’m fine, really.” Kay croaked, taking another sip of tea.

“Kay, I thought you were dying.” I protested, “What happened?”

She opened her mouth, taking a few seconds to get the words out.

“I wanted to tell Bilbo about where we came from, where our home is and–” She welled up, taking deep breaths to calm herself down as I waited patiently in silence. “My head just started to hurt. Like, worse than the concussion, as if someone stuck knives in both sides of my brain and shimmied them around. And then… I tried again to say something out loud and my throat just closed up.”

I shuffled over next to her, and she leant on me, resting her head on my shoulder as she cradled the tea in her hand.

“I guess I also thought I was dying.”

I tensed up at her words, now scared about what would happen to me if I tried to do anything similar, whilst simultaneously being scared for Kay. Though I was brought back out of my thoughts at the sound of her voice again.

“–It was as if something didn’t want me saying anything.”

I felt the hairs on my neck stand up at those words, and I suddenly got the god-awful feeling – you know – the one where you feel like you’re being watched. But I knew that surely, we couldn’t be, since the only door was closed and the curtains drawn. But that attempted reassurance did nothing to stifle the uneasy sensation that grazed itself along the back of my neck and down the sides of my arms.

“Maybe that something doesn’t want people finding out about us?” I suggested to try and reassure Kay, and also distract myself from that weird feeling. “It could be to protect us.”

“Protect us from what?” She whispered nervously.

“Perhaps from those who… want to use our knowledge to cause harm?”

I felt Kay’s head shift on my shoulder slightly, and I could see the way her brows furrowed in confusion.

“What knowledge? Half the stuff we know is too advanced for them. Like, not to brag, but A-Level Sciences are something they’re a long while away from understanding.”

I nodded in agreement, feeling a small smile appear on my face at the thought of being the smarter one for once. Though all those thoughts were washed away as an answer to Kay’s question came to mind.

“Maybe… knowledge of what is to come?”

Kay froze.

“Shit. You’re right.” She hissed.

A beat passed as more thoughts invaded my mind. One stood out, and I quickly shuffled to sit opposite Kay, facing her.

“We need to find out what day it is.” I blurted.

“Day? I heard Bilbo say what day it was earlier, but it was a weird word…” She mentioned, scratching at her head in thought.

“Can you remember what it was?” I asked, the desperation in my voice crawling through.

“I’m pretty sure it began with an M?” She replied.

I immediately racked my brain, sifting through all the obscure Middle Earth facts I had read over the years. I knew that the Shire had its own calendar, including days of the week. They were the same as our days of the week, but some days had a different name. From what I could recall, Sunday and Monday remained the same, and I could easily remember that Tuesday was Trewsday, due to them both sounding so similar, but the rest were still tucked away, hidden in the confines of my mind that only resurfaced once in a blue moon, and believe me, it is as frustrating as it sounds.

“Mer-something?” She added.

“Mersday!” I half yelled. “I think that means Thursday?”

“I don’t know, you tell me.” She said confused.

I fiddled with the corner of the blanket that was draped over Kay, then twisted towards the door.

“BILBO?!”

A crash was heard, then the rapid slapping of feet on wood, before Bilbo rounded the corner with frantic eyes.

“Yes?!” he gasped.

“What’s the date?” I asked with a smile.

He paused, a deadpan look on his face as he realised no one was dying again, and he straightened up with a heave, in an attempt to retrieve his breath.

“Date?”

We both nodded with a grin, and with an unamused sigh, he answered.

“It’s Mersday, the twenty-ninth of September, if you must know.” He huffed with a shrug, slapping his hands on his legs. “Any other obscure things you wish to know, after almost dying for no reason?”

The two of us looked at each other, and he rolled his eyes with a groan.

“Yes, what?” He asked sarcastically.

“The year?” I said.

He gave us a strange look, as he has done every time we did something out of the ordinary over the last couple days.

“Twentyyy… nine, thirty nine.” He answered slowly.

“Thirty-nine?” I repeated.

“Y-yes.” He said exasperated.

“Ok,” I said as I did the math in my head, before looking back up at Bilbo. “Thank you.”

He nodded slowly, a little unsure about what just went on in the last few minutes, and began turning back towards the door.

“That’s no problem. I’m gonna… make myself a cup of…” He pointed awkwardly at the doorway, “Chamomile. Yep. Chamo – Goodnight.”

He disappeared promptly, and I twisted back towards Kay.

“So it seems that we’re a little early.” I whispered.

“For the…” She made a walking motion with her fingers.

“Journey, yes.” I nodded. “A whole 20 months before Gandalf shows up, if I’m correct.”

Kay grunted in frustration, most likely at the thought of waiting for an entire year and eight months for Gandalf to commence O.D.R – Operation Dwarf Rave, in other words. Or Bag End’s demise, if you will.

Stifling a yawn, I lifted Kay’s arm up to squint at the time on her Hello Kitty watch she had retrieved from her suitcase earlier, to see it was almost midnight. I got to my feet and shuffled over to the door.

“Right, I’m gonna head to bed and attempt to rid my brain of the image of you dying. And you’re gonna sleep until you’re fully energised after all –” I gestured at her, “–that.”

She nodded in agreement, and flopped onto her bed, wrapping her arms around her teddy.

“And no talking about our world.” I said in a mocking strict voice.

Kay rolled her eyes at me, and I ducked through the doorway as a pillow flew in my direction. I yelled goodnight as I made my way back through the house to my room, extinguishing the low burning candles on my way, allowing the darkness to follow me until I reached the glow of Bilbo’s room, who was already watching the doorway as my footsteps neared.

“Is she alright now?” he asked, a slight undertone of worry in his voice.

I nodded. “Yea she’s gone to bed. Still a little shaky, but she’s managed to calm down.”

“Ok.” He said, reassuring himself with a nod, before looking back up at me. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

I smiled as we both bid each other goodnight, and I carried on down the hallway. Ducking under the last archway, I finally made it to my room and closed the door behind me. Taking the last lit candle, I placed it on my bedside as I changed out of my clothes into one of Bilbo’s nightgowns, which acted as more of a shirt for me. Shuffling under the covers, I turned around towards the headboard. Manoeuvring the pillows around, I took some and scrunched them in an out in an attempt to fluff them up. Placing the final one down with a pat, I kept my body facing the head of the bed as a leant over to the candle. Opening my mouth slightly, I prepared to blow out the flame, only to halt in my tracks.

I felt myself freeze in place at the sound of a rustle within the room. Moving only my eyes to the left, I stared in the direction of the noise, which sounded like something heavy being knocked around. It was soon silent again, only the sound of the wind and the faint hoot of a distant owl from outside, along with the roaring of blood from my rapidly beating heart, could be heard.

Slowly but surely, I turned my head, until I was finally able to see the entirety of the dimly lit room. Staring with wide eyes, my sight fell upon the wardrobe in the corner.

Whilst being half the size of my one at home, it was still large enough to hide someone, which was exactly what I was panicking about. As silently as I could, I slipped off the bed, candlestick in hand, along with the small stool from another corner, and I crept towards the tall piece of furniture.

Now, I understand that in horror films, this is exactly how someone gets killed, but I needed my sleep, and I wasn’t going to let some hobbit burglar that wasn’t Bilbo take that away from me.

Pointing the stool legs towards the doors, I placed the candle on the chest of drawers next to the wardrobe, and slowly stretched out my hand.

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arklayraven · 12 days

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3, 12, 26, 29.

Thank you for the ask. 💜

3. 3 films you could watch for the rest of your life and not get bored of?

Nightmare Before Christmas, Resident Evil Damnation, Batman: Under the Red Hood

12. what’s some good advice you want to share?

Ain't good with this stuff I feel so yeah...But...Cling to what makes you happy and keeps ya going...Even if it's fiction, a character, or a harmless hobby/passion. Even if others might see it as nothing, pointless, silly, etc...

If it means lots to ya, makes ya happy and has great meaning to ya. Especially if it helps ya through the days and your life, especially during those dark times. Then that's all that matters in the end. Your happiness matters.

So cling to that and never let it go...but by some chance, you do lose it or it fades away(like love for a series/character/etc) naturally in time, or for other reasons...Look for another thing to make ya happy and keep ya going...Just don't stop seeking and clinging to things that keep ya living and help ya find a reason to smile and keep going...

(This especially goes for f/os, even if your mind screams at ya they aren't real and you're fucking alone and will never experience or feel real love/affection/etc. fuck that voice. if living in fantasy, with them, keeps ya going and makes ya happy. and it ain't harming anyone and stuff. then cling to those fictional loves of yours and let them shower you with the love, care and happiness you damn deserve...maybe i'm saying this more for myself but i'm sure someone might relate or need this too...)

26. fave colour and why?

Don't have just one but lately been very attached to purple...I don't recall exactly why but...I guess because of mystical reasons? I dunno...but it's pretty color and use it often now. lol

29. what do you do when you’re sad?

...Like to make me feel better?? Cope?? tbh not much helps i feel...once sadness(depression) hits, its like...being buried alive, or dragged down in the dark waters and I can't get out...So I just...ride it out...or wait it out until I finally am set free again from the suffering.

...If I do have the will to do something though in those rare times, than just feel so weak I can't move and crap...I try to watch some youtube videos of my favorite gamers or such...In hopes to get a good laugh from them. Laughter is the best medicine after all...that's what they say. Or play some video games...(speaking of which...want to buy RE2 remake that's on sale rn, might be a good distraction and pick me up but want to save money for future stuff too. lol hard to decide so still thinking about it)

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safetycar-restart · 1 year

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I'm supposed to study rn but i keep getting distracted so i might as well send something in.

taking mick with you to fancy/work events and him being just so cute and needy at those things, but you tell him to like calm down a bit and he get a bit sad because he thinks his mommy is mad at him?

then getting home and him being in a different mood than when you left and you notice immediately. you'd ask him what was wrong and he'd just burst out crying and apologize for making you mad so you have to assure him you're not mad at him. giving him a soft handjob after cuddling to calm him down <3

sorry of this made no sense i am very sleep deprived because of studying and exams 💀

-🕯️

Okay I have taken it upon myself to make this be in the sugar baby au, because sugar baby Mick at his mommy’s work events is just incredible.

Firstly, Mick takes your work events very seriously!! He is your sugar baby, which means his job is to make you happy and to look pretty. He knows he needs to be arm Candy tonight.

Mick has been to few high end events like this as arm Candy before, and he’s very foe at it. He knows how to smile and make small talk and subtly talk up the person he’s with.

However, that’s always been with people who he never really cared about. Now he’s with his mommy!!! It’s so much harder to be level headed when he’s with his mommy!!

But also, he’s never been so excited for an event before?

Maybe it’s the first event he’s attending with you since you two started officially dating? It’s serious now!! This isn’t just a job, you’re his mommy!! He’s representing his mommy!!

And he’s so so excited to be hanging on his mommy’s arm all night, to tell everyone how much he loves you, to be all pretty and dressed up for you.

He makes sure he looks perfect, not a hair out of place and holds your hand the entire drive there. Normally, he would join arms with the person he’s with, but he wants to hold your hand? You’re his mommy after all.

So he takes your hand once you’re both out the car and you walk into the event together.

At the start it’s fine. He manages to smile and small talk just fine, mostly just listening to you. But then he starts to get a little more needy?

Maybe other sugar babies are watching? They’re all with their own dates for the night and they’re eyeing Mick with jealousy, because he’s getting his hand held and his cheek kissed and he’s very clearly being treated so well.

It makes Mick get all annoyed and jealous. Because no! No they can’t get their greedy little hands on you. Absolutely not. No.

So he ends up clinging to you a bit more, and honestly he loves being so close to you. He loves holding your hand and sipping his drink and staring into nothingness as you have boring and complicated conversations with potential investors and coworkers.

At first you don’t mind at all. You love when Mick is needy with you, when he shows you want he wants.

But then you realise you need to have a talk with your boss about something serious and you realise that having Mick hanging on you is probably not the best idea. So you ask him if he can please go sit somewhere for a moment. He whines and shakes his head, not wanting to part with you but you insist, telling him that you can’t have a needy sub clinging to you at that very moment.

He lets you go, and he’s so dejected for the rest of the evening.

You finish talking to your boss and go grab some more drinks for you and Mick. You expect him to be excited when he spots you, smiling and thanking you for his drink.

But instead he just nods and takes it from you. He doesn’t even ask how your conversation went or try to hold your hand. He just takes the drink.

He’s quiet for the rest of evening. He stays by your side, smiling when he’s supposed to and making small talk when he has to, because he’s never embarrass you. But you can tell that something is wrong.

He’s even worse when you get home.

You expect him to tell you what’s wrong, since he normally opens up to you. But he doesn’t. He goes straight to shower and then straight to bed, not even speaking to you.

So you climb into bed too and pull him close, hugging him from behind and asking him what’s wrong.

That’s when he starts crying, apologising for how needy he was and how he didn’t mean to make you mad. He turns around to cuddle into your chest, still crying and explaining that he didn’t mean to make you chase him away.

Your heart breaks because you thought that Mick understood it was just for that one conversation. Mick can always be subby with you!!

Of course he deserves a handjob then, because he was so good for you even when he thought you were mad at him. He’s truly the best little thing ever.

And at the next event, you personally introduce him to your boss and ever let go of his hand.

#sugar baby!au #sugar baby!Mick #ms #f!reader #🕯️

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WIP Wednesday: Devil’s Night (Part 6)

Starring Klaus Hargreeves & Evil Ben

And here you thought the Devil’s Night story was over, by virtue of that two-paragraph ending that conveniently saved Evil Ben, who then saved Klaus. Oh hells no, it isn’t that simple. They still have a dead puritan in their garden who expects Klaus & Ben to go find him a key. A key made by the ancient King Solomon. Also, a quick reminder that we’re dealing with a narrator who thinks they’re smarter than they actually are. Without further ado, here’s a snippet from the opening scene of Devil’s Night Chapter 6.

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“A book?!” Evil Ben rages with lots of anger. “A book? A book. A fucking book? It’s a fucking book, Klaus. [Arrrrrrgh!]” Or however you spell all the vocalizations Ben is making rn. The bookstore’s high ceilings reverberate with angst.

“A book? That’s all? That’s great!” Klaus enthuses. “Thank heavens it’s not an actual key! Keys unlock bad stuff. Books are way safer than keys.” (In what universe, Klaus? It’s known to science that books are dangerous.)

“Heavens to Betsy Benji, you had me worried there for a second.”

“Me. I had you worried,” replies Ben, dumbfounded. Which reaction increases every time Klaus blithely blorps another mouthful of clear, viscous ghost mucus into his ghost goo spittoon, so quickly forgetting why he’s blorping into his ghost goo spittoon to begin with. “Zero self awareness. None,” says Evil Ben.

Pots, kettles, hypocrisy about lacking self awareness. You should be rolling your eyes by now.

Klaus pauses to consider Ben’s expression, and foresees the thunderclap-back of rage that will inevitably be unleashed upon his own pretty head if he doesn’t amend his words. “And by you having me worried, I actually mean that ghost dick outside in the dark. Obviously.”

“Moron.” That was Ben, but you already knew that.

Klaus blorps daintily. (What? It’s possible.) “Don’t distract me, Benji, this is serious. Should we be generous of spirit and offer up the fact that this ‘key of skin and bone’ is not a key at all but just a book? It doesn’t seem like the pickled puritan buried in the garden is hip to the fact that it’s not a key, daddy-o. Nor is it skin and bone. It’s paper, and other things. 300 years waiting for a key that doesn’t exist. Boy is he gonna be disappointed.”

Ben appears to enjoy this idea. “I hope I get to see his face when he finds out. Can you make that happen?”

Klaus continues, “Or maybe he’d like us to get a copy of the key made. We can print one on demand from that guy on the corner. You know the one — the cute one. Anyway, it’s not like a book ever hurt anybody.”

“How have you managed to live this long?” Ben asks, as he enjoys his favorite pastime: belittling everyone’s intellectual capacity. “Klaus-“

Klaus cuts him off. “And anyway, Ben, my corporeal cherub and not-brother in arms. If we can get a copy, then surely anybody can get a copy. They could come here and get it. We are booksellers after all, babe. We do offer that sort of thing. Actually, that very thing. I could just sell him the one in your hand. It’s for sale right now.”

Ben pinches the bridge of his nose in forebearence. He’s still riding the elusive high of caring about somebody. “I'm a corporeal cherub? Try not trying so hard Klaus, it’s embarrassing. Just because I gave you a dictionary for our birthday doesn’t mean you should go around using it.”

“But Bennerino, I’m attempting to improve myself. I thought that was what you meant when you told me I suck and then handed me a dictionary. By the way, Bennerino, just a quick note: there are tons of official synonyms for ‘suck,’ ‘idiot,’ and ‘moron.’ You could stand a little improvement in that insult-archive you have hiding up there in that Evil little skull of yours.”

“My-“

Klaus is pointing at Ben with a finger swirling circles. “Sh! Don’t interrupt, Ben, I’m on a roll.” Klaus wishes he could use that finger to boop Ben on the nose, but they’ve been getting along so well in the aftermath of that horrible experience they just survived — the one with the possession and the rescuing. He fears that Ben’s goodwill (now that there’s confirmation that Ben’s goodwill exists) will suddenly go poof and dissipate like a ghost.

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Catch up: Devil’s Night Chapter 1 || Prev: Chapter 5

Or start with their origin story: Ded & Gonne Chapter 1

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