#Some of this is definitely going to get edited out

[mona-risms]

◆ MAIN COURSE: Rumi x boxer!gn!Reader

◆ TYPE: SFW, romantic

◆ ALLERGEN WARNINGS: None

◆ NOTES: Let's fucking try this AGAIN. Bc for some reason Tumblr decided to be a nasty little shit and post my draft HALF AN HOUR AGO when IT WAS CLEARLY SET TO "SAVE DRAFT" and I was fucking EDITING IT. But whatever I'm nonchalant

So when a boxer is found out to be dating someone, it's like. Basically fine. Whatever you have your own life outside of the ring, good for you. But when an IDOL does it, the entire world explodes. Rumi's most definitely always exasperated about this but also she's not really all that bothered--she likes her privacy (or as much privacy as a K-Pop idol can get anyway) AND she def likes seeing a side to you that only she will ever see :3c

You could just easily walk out after training and grab snacks you know that Rumi (and the others, bc ofc you can't just ignore your girlfriend's two closest people) loves to eat before heading back to the penthouse. You even get them their favourite ramyeon cups cuz why not? Maybe you even text her if she wanted you to pick up anything specific and she says that you don't have to! Before quickly following it up with what she actually wants and then like a sticker, probably of herself for comedic effect LMFAO

While you're doing that and making your way to the penthouse, HUNTR/X are doing a vlive. They probably just kinda have it so like they can just drop in and drop out whenever, so maybe while they're doing it together, Rumi gets your message and she smiles before she can even stop it. Ofc the viewers WILL pick it up and they're like "OH????? WHO GOT YOU SMILING LIKE THAT" to which the trio immediately scramble aka Rumi says she saw little turtles on her feed and sets Zoey off on a tangent bc they all know FULL WELL why Rumi's smiling. She probably drops out a little later to go do her own thing (code for texting you on the other side of the room)

And then 😭 you fucking arrive 😭 completely unaware of the stream going on, esp if you have earbuds on for music and stuff 😭. The lift doors open and out you pop, immediately making a beeline for Rumi at the kitchen section to say hi, to give her the bag of snacks you picked up on the way, to lean in so that you can--

"AAAAAAAH TURN IT OFF TURN IT OFF--"

"I'M TRYING--"

You and Rumi immediately jump away from each other before the latter ducked down to hide behind the kitchen counter, taking you down with her.

"Shit," you hissed out quietly, "sorry, I didn't mean to--"

"No, no, it's okay," but Rumi winced at herself before continuing, "well, no, not really, but it's not your fault, okay? I probably should've told you we were doing a vlive. Plus this probably means that—" she raised her volume for the other two members "—WE SHOULD PROBABLY CHANGE THE COUCH FORMATION!"

"FINALLY! Thought it'd never turn off."

"BUT THE COUCH HAS SUCH A NICE VIEW!"

You stood back up, helping Rumi up in the process and wrapping your arms around her, "A nice view of me, apparently. Still, I probably screwed you guys over, didn't I?"

"What? Pshh, naaaah," Zoey waved it off haphazardly, "it's totally fine! I bet they didn't even notice and Bobby's not panicking whatsoever!"

Of course, it's followed by Rumi's ringtone, prompting her to pick it up—Bobby—and answer, "Heeeeey, Bobby, how's--"

"GIRLS, I'M PANICKING! EVERYONE SAW RUMI WITH SOMEONE ELSE AND NOW SOCIAL MEDIA IS ON FIRE WITH THEORIES ABOUT RUMI'S LOVE LIFE!" Bobby's very panicked screaming is then immediately snuffed out when he forces himself to stay calm, "It's okay. I'm okay. There's a reason you pay me 3% and I am going to PROVE--"

The call is immediately terminated with a beep when Mira, who you hadn't even realised had walked over to the kitchen island presses the merciful red 'end call' button, her other hand already making its way to grab at a snack in the plastic bag. "Anyway. Don't even worry about it. Best case scenario, they forget about it. Worst case scenario, they storm you and the internet for answers--"

"Not helping, Mira--"

"--but it's not the end of the world. You either just wait for it to blow over or own it," Mira opened the bag of crisps and took one in her mouth, "which I'd obviously say 'screw them' and own it anyway, but I know the fans can get a bit--"

"--wild?"

"--wild, crazy, all of the above." The tallest member moves back to her original spot on the couch, holding out the bag for Zoey to take some too, "Just let Bobby handle it—not like their face was shown clearly anyway. And if someone comes up too close to be weird about it, [Y/N]'s a boxer for a reason."

A small laugh left your lips as Rumi leaned back into your embrace and tilted her head to press a kiss on your face, further making herself comfortable, "I'd rather not have an assault charge on me."

"And I'd rather not have to visit them in jail," Rumi added.

"Hey, your loss."

Oh to make an entire twt AU about this.....unfortunately I'm lazy ay eff and will absolutely forget about it in like a day or two

I pray you have your socmed notifs off or else there's like an entire ONSLAUGHT of posts in every single postable platform. Kpop twt is on fire and even people outside of it are getting involved, there's like debates and fights like 'WHO JUST CAME INTO THE PENTHOUSE THAT'S NOT MANAGER-NIM👹👹👹👹" vs "let them live wtf yall crazy" and honestly it's really funny to read. Even Rumi finds it a little entertaining bc all this fuss just bc you walked into the frame and brought them snacks. Bobby and co. are trying their best but like. The devil works hard but the fandom works harder yk

And the THEORIES. Not just about what relationship you have w Rumi, but what you were gonna do before Mira and Zoey started screaming and who you even are in the first place. There's actual WARS happening about this, and fans are all on a scale from "omg happy for her" and "WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO US". This eventually reaches boxing twt somehow and it gets WORSE when they EVENTUALLY profile-match you LOL

Now YOU don't know peace either as you go outside. Suddenly ticket sales for when you're fighting TRIPLE bc everyone wants to see and bombard the mystery stranger with QUESTIONS about what your link with Rumi is. And before this, Rumi probably watched all your matches asw. Now she can't even do that bc of damage control 😓 and Zoey sends you pics of Rumi sulking during practice bc she's missing a match of yours thanks to the stream (that most likely has been clipped more than 20x now)

Eventually she'll end up getting so tired—especially if this is taking place post-demon reveal—of having to distance herself from you for a while thanks to the whole thing that at some point during a concert, imagine tone of their other songs has a segment like the Saki seat or smth

The arena had boomed with shrieks and cheers and HUNTR/X's music as they went through their setlist with deadly precision. Though you came to wonder why you were told to sit in this specific seat when before, you were often just given any other place to watch them from whenever they performed.

You weren't really given a lot of time to wonder, however, when the music gets to a certain part—one you knew required certain audience participation—but you simply cheered your girls on as your girlfriend made her way to--

Wait.

"Wh--"

You don't even get your words out before Rumi pulled you up, the spotlight pointedly following her just like the other two's line of sight, and pulled you in for a VERY public kiss.

"YES!" "Ugh, finally!"

But even their mid-song exclamations could only barely be heard at the deafening screams of the venue around you as the two of you are blatantly displayed on the jumbotron. Though it's not like you care, not at that particular moment, as you pull her closer to deepen the kiss.. before Rumi eventually pushes you back down on the chair lightly. The jumbotron shows your shared breathless state, along with the idol's unrepentant grin amongst slightly-smeared lipstick that stayed even as she jumped for the hoop that swept her away.

..Yeah, there was no denying anything anymore.

By god, you love this girl.

The internet implodes into itself after taht, with people showing recordings and clips of your public kiss. But honestly neither of you probably care atp 🤷‍♀️ at least you two can go out together and cling on each other without it being a huge question mark anymore. If anything she'll def own it—wearing your clothes and hoodies as she's spotted watching your matches and everything HAHAHA

[sophrosyncc]

— what's up bro ?

you call the chrysos heirs bro. how do they react to it?

warnings/tags : slight story spoilers (you'll only notice them if you squint your eyes), gender-neutral reader, crack, slight ooc behavior (for the comedic effect) author's note : apologies for suddenly disappearing out of nowhere. I have severely underestimated how busy I'd be 🥀🥀 a bit of silly stuff before the dreaded 3.4 arrives. might edit this later characters : aglaea, anaxa, castorice, phainon.

aglaea

in her many years of leading the flame-chase journey, the last thing she expected was to be called bro.

no. you aren't the first one to call her that. both children and teenagers in the recent age of amphoreus have approached her with that nickname. cipher and phainon are definitely at the scene of the crime as well.

if she dislikes you, she'll ignore you or politely tell you off. unless you're elder caenis which is an entirely different situation on it's own.

compared to the next person on this list, she doesn't mind it if you call her that around others. it'll be a bit awkward at first but she gets used to it. there are far worse names or titles that others have given her, and she's glad that yours comes from a place of no ill intent.

if you are associated with phainon and cipher to a good extent, expect her to ask you if you were dared to do that.

maybe she'll give you an amused smile or laugh a bit after you call her bro. aglaea enjoys the unpredictability you bring in her life filled with daily routines and responsibilities. it's a nice break from what she's usually used to.

the only time you shouldn't is if she's doing something important.

on the other hand, if you're her lover, she'll be a be more playful with you. she may or may not call you bro when you least expect it. what's even worse is that no one will ever believe you if you tell them. the demigod of romance calling you bro out of nowhere sounds more impossible than completing the flame-chase journey.

can you really blame her? it's funny to see you surprised. aglaea can and will be a tease.

if you try to catch her off guard, it won't work.

call her garmentmakers bro as well and she'll enjoy it.

"hm? I don't remember calling you by that nickname. perhaps you have mistaken the voice from one of my garmentmakers for me — some of them can be playful."

anaxa

first of all, why would you call him bro?

are you asking for a death sentence? an early entrance to the nether realm?

or to catch his attention?

we're talking about the man who doesn't want to be called anything but anaxagoras. the same one who corrects everyone to the point he's made it a personal rule — he has a voiceline ranting about his own name.

if the two of you are strangers, he won't hesitate to tell you off. if he dislikes you, he'll give you a glare too or straight up ignore you. he isn't going to waste his time on you when he has better things to attend to.

however, if you're friends or lovers with him, anaxa will stare at you for a few good seconds. the scholar's silently judging you. he doesn't know whether being called bro is better than being called anaxa. to put it simply, it's awkward. he still corrects you in the end.

continue calling him bro after the first time and he'll eventually get used to it.

no. he's not calling you bro. it'll only happen in your dreams.

the era nova will happen before anaxa calls you bro.

call him bro in the classroom or anywhere near his students and he'll give you the nastiest side eye you've ever received. anaxa does not need the troublemakers getting ideas from you. that includes the other chrysos heirs as well.

a huge emphasis on the other chrysos heirs. entertaining the thought of phainon, cipher or aglaea hearing about that gives him dread. give this man some peace please.

"first of all, that's anaxagoras to you and remember that well. secondly, i'm not your bro. refrain from referring to me with such nicknames next time."

castorice

she... doesn't know how to react.

speechless. quiet.

a bit flabbergasted, even.

no worries, you didn't offend her at all. castorice simply doesn't know how to reply.

you are most likely the first one who's ever called her that. congratulations!

not a lot of people approach the hand of death and call them bro casually. people have called her by many names or titles as well, similar to aglaea, and the last thing that comes to mind is a casual nickname. castorice is also aware that she isn't the liveliest person around.

whether you're a stranger or someone she dislikes, she'll give you an awkward nod or ignore you. if there's others around her when you call her bro, she'll think you're talking about someone else. anyone but her.

however, if you're a friend: despite the silly nickname, she likes it.

being called bro isn't something she's definitely used to, but it's a nice and pleasant surprise. it gives her a sense of normalcy and comfort. it'll take more time for her to get used to it compared to the others. call her that with other people in the area and she'll be a bit confused if you're talking about her or someone else.

castorice won't call you bro often, but sometimes she will.

not a lot will change if you're her lover. she'll still react the same for the most part, but I can imagine her surprising you with another silly nickname of her own. it has to be mutual.

please just don't call her that in front of aglaea or tribbie.

she will be a bit embarrassed.

"it's... alright. there's no need to apologize. I enjoy the nickname quite a bit actually. please— don't be scared to call me that again, or other similar words."

phainon

phainon takes it extremely well. too well.

in fact, he'll even reciprocate it.

no one is surprised at all.

it isn't the first time he's heard others call him like that or the first time he's called others bro. call him bro and he's calling you bro as well. equivalent exchange.

he has also called some of the other chrysos heirs bro as well. both of you are guilty of that.

the only time he won't do it is if he dislikes you a lot. if you've played the 3.3 story quest. depending on the situation and how much he dislikes you, he'll either firmly tell you to not do that next time, pretend you didn't call him that, or glare at you.

worry not, it takes a lot to have the deliverer hate you.

if you tell him to stop calling you bro, phainon will respect that. however, he'll find other silly nicknames to call you, ones that you don't mind.

if you're his friend or his lover... good luck. one way or another he'll turn it into a competition on accident or purposefully, and it'll only get more heated if you're just as competitive as he is. get ready to have bets over who can come up with the most absurd nicknames in one minute or something else.

just be careful to not drag anyone into it, lest the two of you want to replicate chaos that could rival penacony's disaster.

"bro? haha! I didn't expect that but I'm not against it either. I guess that means you're my bro now as well. what? don't look at me like that."

masterlist

[thetrasha]

Ok but can i get some fluff on shanks, Beckman, Marco and Ace? Maybe how they try to cool you down after suffering a heat stroke? Where i live we are getting a severe heat wave and its causing me to lose salts from sweats making me suffer a bit

I hope it's gotten a bit better for you, but I'm getting cooked in my own room, too, so... yeah 😭🤝And this is just a PSA: I didn't include actual heatstroke in the request because... the only one on that list who'd be able to help at all is Marco LOL Heatstroke is incredibly dangerous, so if you suspect you're suffering from it, call the emergency services immediately.

This is just a heatwave extravaganza edition because we're all suffering through summer (not including you Southern Hemisphere guys grr)

Cooler Than Me

feat. SHANKS, BENN BECKMAN, MARCO, ACE

SHANKS

Shanks is the type to approach things in a fun way.

As the Captain, Shanks is certainly used to making rational decisions that can be explained with logical reasoning… as a person, however, he isn’t quite as likely to keep his cool. He’d be miserable once the heat gets to him and lose it on a pretty tight schedule. Frustrated groans and curses just follow him around once he realised that his own sweat seeped through today’s linen shirt once more – after he’d let his cape be, too. It’s a tragedy! With you as his beloved, he tries to prevent himself from turning into a complete grump, but every sweet moment at night is cut off after he realises, after barely a minute, that he cannot cuddle you to sleep today without dying.

Shanks is still very much smitten with you and cannot bear to watch you suffer just as much as he does. Most of his crew can handle the heat, some even prefer the intense climate of summer islands, but you two stick out like a sore thumb. Shanks, as fun-loving as ever, would try to cheer you up by eating popsicles with you. It’s a sweet treat that cools you from the inside out – and he can share flavours with you. Watching how giggly you get when you saw just how deeply red the ice cold popsicle dyed his tongue made it worth all the hassle. He excitedly looks at your own tongue, now dyed as blue as the sea.

And he cannot help but kiss you right then and there.

BENN BECKMAN

Benn notices just how much you struggle, feeling sympathetic towards the person he secretly fell in love with… He doesn’t want to treat you any different from the rest, you should be able to fit in without any complications, but the Vice Captain himself just cannot ignore his affections for you, no matter how much he tries to bury them. He follows you around like a ghost and wordlessly hands you glasses of water. Somehow, he picked up on your bad habits and takes care of you in his own way. The water’s always cool, fresh and he always appears when you need him the most.

Benn is the type to approach things in a methodical way.

Benn is a force to be reckoned with. You may not hear him, but you can feel his presence; that’s how imposing he is. Despite not hailing from more exotic lands, he can handle the heat quite well. If the temperatures rise too much, he cools himself down by keeping his hair wet. Still, he’s willing to move crates around, do ship maintenance and do other forms of physical labour. It honestly makes you jealous. He is so unbothered that he doesn’t even look like he’s sweating all that much. Meanwhile, you can barely move around without breaking a sweat. Moisture gathers at the nape of your neck as the sun beats down on you, which has you taking a shower almost twice a day. It is ridiculous!

It’s bizarre, but you might just pick up on the fact that acts of service are his love language and he’s desperately trying to be serious and respectful about this…

MARCO

Marco is a doctor, which means that he’s definitely best equipped to help you. Plus, his eyes just dart towards you fanning hot air towards yourself after Whitebeard asked you to mop the deck… and you just chose to do it in the dry heat. Congratulations, now you’ve got Marco monitoring you. He watches you carefully, analysing every sway with a judgmental gaze – he’s always ready to step in and excuse you for the day, but he also doesn’t want to take your autonomy away. You’re independent and he honours your own decisions, no matter how irrational they may seem. If you want to work in the sun, fine, but he’s not letting up until he can make sure you’re safe.

Marco is the type to approach things in an analytical way.

He loves you so dearly, that’s why he doesn’t even mind sneaking around your peripheral vision to make it seem like he’s nonchalant about his pining… he’s really not. He’s just waiting to pin your hair up and apply wet towels to your pulse points, slowly cooling your blood down. That refreshing feeling will distribute itself evenly throughout your body and he can just watch with a soft smile as relief makes you go lax instantly. And he’s just there, touching your neck and wrists like it doesn’t make him nervous, like there’s no fire in his eyes at the sight of you feeling so safe in his presence… You’d rest your pretty head on his shoulder and let him check your vitals… just to be close to you without seeming like a total try-hard!

Marco’s also most likely to keep you in the med bay and secretly fan air towards you with his fiery wings. It’ll be your little secret!

ACE

Ace is the type to approach things in a silly way.

So… being around Ace when you’re suffering from the extreme weather is actually pretty hard. His body temperature is just naturally a lot higher, which means the match-up is just overall bad. He trails after you like a lost puppy as he ignores all those stares that follow the two of you around. Ace doesn’t feel the heat at all – the fact that fire is hot doesn’t even register to him; he’s made of it. Of course he notices that you’re not exactly in top shape… you sweat a lot, started carrying around a massive jug of water – oh, and you avoid touching him. He’s yearning so bad, flashing you the sad kicked animal eyes every five minutes because he cannot stand not being close to you…

Ace does, however, have a genius idea that he remembers from his childhood.

You aren’t as impressed as he is when he presents a tiny kiddie pool to you… right on the main deck. Anyone could watch you lounge here, but your dear boyfriend even propped up a deckchair right next to this abomination… and the thought alone is what counts. It’s kind of sweet, to be honest, to watch him go bright red as soon as you sit down in a tiny puddle of water, looking up at him with a deadpan expression, legs hanging off one side of the meagre ‘pool’, but he still listens with rapt attention once you tell him what you’ve been up to on this hot day. He even clenches his fist in victory for this million Beri idea.

And… it’s ridiculous, but it did cool you down!

[girlwithadragonheart]

Episodes

Eddie and Volt x AFAB Reader

Summary: Reader has endometriosis. The boys take care of you.

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: chronic(?) pain, endometriosis, period talk (oh noooo), hurt/comfort, mildly suggestive?

A/N: this is purely self indulgent. Not edited, burnout is bad enough

Things in your house had more or less calmed down power-wise since you helped Eddie and Volt reset smoothly. You did have as many of the shorts in energy when you plugged Hoove in with your tv or left too many lights on. Mostly, though, you were just happy to finally be where you felt you belonged—-with two of your favorite people. Volt had made his affections much more evident after your aid and Eddie was even starting to warm up to your nightly visits to the best bar in the house.

It was still dark when you woke up, curling in on yourself and whining quietly as you held your abdomen. Your face scrunched in pain as you mentally pictured yourself taking the last pill in your little birth control package. Cursing, you knew you were due for anywhere between four and fourteen excruciating days where all you wanted to do was lay in bed and wish your own death.

To anyone else, it seemed extreme, so you learned to stop voicing that wish when these days hit; preferring to drill them through your mind over and over and over until you finally fell asleep or your prescription painkillers kicked in, numbing the pain just enough that you could nap through it. Nobody understood the way you felt because the people you were around hadn’t experienced such excruciating pain so often in their lives.

Every month for almost half of it you were down and out. You had joined Valdivian under the pretense from Sam that they would be understanding of it. Your last job had not been able to accommodate your condition, and it had let to arguments blowing things out of proportion and extra stress that only made the everyday pain worse. Eventually, you decided you couldn’t do that vicious cycle anymore. It had become too much for you to power through and the last argument had you blowing a fuse, screaming that you quit and weren’t ever coming back.

You had cried to Sam in your car on the way home that day about it all. She listened diligently and said she could put in a recommendation for you at her company.

Everything had been going swimmingly until your job there hit limbo, as Tom had called it, and tinfoilhat guy had entered your life with the Dateviators. Since then, they had been upgraded with unlimited charges and were charged by a swapping of energy between the contacts and the objects they were interacting with. So long as that object wanted to be spoken with, the contacts were able to pull them into your sight.

It was a good lesson in consent, all things considered. If only it worked with real people.

You groaned, rolling onto your other side with your knees curled up, cradling your aching belly. You checked your phone, the bright, unnatural glow making you squint your eyes despite the dark background. 3:05am. If you hadn’t known Betty under you would’ve taken the brunt force of it, you would’ve started kicking and hitting to get out some of your frustration. You hadn’t even noticed the way your hand curled into a fist in your sheets as another wave of pain flared.

“Sorry, Betty…” She was intimately familiar with your cycle already, having bled through and had to hand wash your sheets at least once a month. Even with your precautions doubling up on pads every night, there were many nights you had to wake up and change them.

You almost swore you could hear her telling you it was alright.

You reached for the little case filled with saline and put your dateviator contacts in. You didn’t really know what you planned to do this late at night, only a handful of them were usually still awake. One being Nightmare. You were sure you weren’t really in the mood for her right now.

You knew who you wanted to see, of course, but you didn’t want to be a bother, and you definitely did not want them fussing over you. You had handled it alone for this long, you could go a little longer by yourself. If you thought about it, it sounded silly. You wanted to go talk to your breaker box—-like a lunatic—-because it made you feel better. Sam was still in disbelief that it was real, and it definitely did make you seem crazy. No one could see them without the dateviators and there was only one pair.

Hell, maybe you were hallucinating, but it was better than the alternative of being completely and utterly alone in the house, with no social life, and no desire to continue the way you were before. As crazy as this circumstance started, you wouldn’t trade it for anything now. You shuddered to think what you would do if something happened to the dateviators and you had to go back to being in this big empty house alone, unable to speak with anyone that you had formed such meaningful connections with.

Still, you found yourself standing in front of the Breaker Box door. You blinked and it shifted from your actual breaker box to your favorite bar. The lights were off, and your heart sank even as you tried the handle… Unlocked.

Something in your chest eased as you gently pulled the door open and crept in. The room was empty and there was a discarded rag on the bar, undoubtedly from Eddie wiping it down. Hopefully, he had gone to rest instead of overworking himself again. That was fine, you could make your own drink and clean it up to be spotless and they would never know. If your boyfriends were sleeping, the least you could do was have a drink.

The first thing that came to mind was a whiskey sour. It wasn’t something you normally drank, or something you used to even like. But the taste reminded you of Eddie. He was the first to make it for you. Whiskey, lemon juice, sugar, egg whites, and cherries on top.

You moved behind the bar, pulling the ingredients out and mixing it perfectly, the way Beverly had shown you in the past. You carefully poured it out of the shaker and into your own glass over ice, putting two cherries attached at the stem on top.

The presentation was exactly the way Eddie would do it for you and it sent a pang through your chest. You had just seen them earlier in the night but it didn’t change how much you missed them both.

Your pain flared up again, and you clutched the edge of the bar with white knuckles. Your nose scrunched, waiting for it to pass. When it finally did, you took a sip of your drink and frowned. It didn’t taste the same. You had measured everything to perfection and mixed everything properly, but it didn’t taste right. You sighed, setting the glass down heavily. You didn’t want to waste it, but it didn’t feel worth the bad taste in your mouth.

You jumped, your head bumping someone’s chest as hands settled on your hips. You swore your soul left your body for a moment as Volt’s voice crooned in your ear. “You’re up early, live wire.”

Just hearing him, you relaxed into his touch, the fight or flight leaving your tensed muscles. You sighed, briefly allowing yourself to close your eyes as you drank in his warm energy. He leaned his head down to kiss your crown, his white hair lighter than downy feathers and tingling slightly against your cheek.

“Don’t let Eddie see you making your own drinks,” he teased. You huffed a quiet laugh.

“It wasn’t worth it anyway.” You held it up to him.

Carefully, he plucked the cherries off the top, his other hand lightly gripping your neck and pulling your chin down with his thumb. Your lips parted as he dangled the cherries in front of you, and you tilted your head back to welcome them into your mouth. You heard a small grunt escape him as your lips wrapped around the stems and pulled the fruit free. He flicked the stems onto the bar, lightly holding your throat until you leaned forward to spit the cherry pits into the trash.

You could see the pink dusting Volt’s cheeks from the light of his hair as he knocked back your drink like it was a cold shower. You couldn’t help but grin, knowing exactly the kind of effect you had on him.

The joy was short lived as your uterus twisted painfully. Your breath whooshed out as you doubled over against the bar, gripping it like your life depended on it. It certainly felt as though it did.

“Spark, what’s wrong?” The obvious concern in Volt’s tone did nothing but embarrass you.

“I’m fine, it’ll pass in a moment.”

Volt’s hands hovered in the air, as though worried he had somehow hurt you. Slowly, the tension in your hands and back released and the wave crashed leaving only the aftermath. Exhaustion.

You breathed a sigh, slumping forward against the bar. You put your head in your hands, Volt hesitantly reaching for your shoulder.

“What’s happened?” Another familiar voice came from your left as Eddie descended the stairs, rubbing his callused hands with a rag.

“Nothing, I’m fine,” you snapped.

“Sure, and I’m Mayor Celia,” Eddie replied drily.

“Live wire, whatever it is, you know you can tell us anything.” Volt said softly, gently massaging your shoulder.

You stood up straight, shrugging him off. “I told you I’m fine. It’s nothing to worry yourselves over.” You took a deep breath, fighting to push away the accusatory, hostile tone. “I’m sorry, I’m okay, please just don’t make a big deal about it.”

Volt and Eddie glanced between each other. Volt hesitantly spoke. “All right, little spark, but at the first sign that something is wrong we want to know.”

You could’ve laughed at that if he wasn’t so seriously worried about you. Nothing had been right ever. It was just something you had to endure. But you nodded anyway.

Everything was tense and silent for long enough that you caved and the words just started spilling from your mouth. “I have something called endometriosis. This is all going to sound like gibberish to you because objects don’t have some of the human anatomy. Normally, every month for about a week, a woman will bleed from her vagina.” It was easier not to look at them while you explained it, though you had given up on censoring anything long ago. They would get the full ugly truth.

You watched their faces as they took in your words, gradually becoming more horrified as you spoke. “That’s… considered normal?”

“It’s normal, and part of how people reproduce. But for me… I cramp most of the days in a month. And I’ll bleed anywhere between one and two weeks. It would be more without my birth control—-my medicine. But it’s… excruciating, to put it lightly. Cramps come and go in waves, sometimes just lasting for hours at a time. I just started today.”

“Is that why you’re awake so early? Because you’re in pain?” Volt had a sympathetic, pouting expression on his face, immediately winding his arms around your waist and holding you close. “Spark, you should have said.”

“That’s the most horrifying thing I’ve ever heard,” Eddie said, approaching the two of you. “And you shouldn’t be alone with it.” You could feel the redness in his cheeks as you cupped his face between your hands.

“I always have, and people don’t take it seriously. Doctors barely take it seriously. I got lucky that mine did and was able to prescribe me extra strong pain pills that aren’t available in a drug store. But really, even that barely scratches the surface.”

“That’s ridiculous,” Volt’s energy created static in the air as he became frustrated on your behalf. “It’s clear how painful it is, and I’ve been around all of five minutes compared to your life.”

“Yeah, I—“ you were cut off with a groan as your abdomen clenched, every muscle in your stomach cramping with it. “Fuck!” You said with a strangled voice.

“Spark!” Volt pulled you so that you fell into him rather than the counter, and you were grateful for the warmth he provided.

“Sorry, I’m sorry,” you panted out as you squeezed your eyes shut, hands clenched in the lapels of his jacket. You buried your head in his chest and he held the back of it gently, rubbing your back with his free hand.

“Don't you dare apologize for something you can’t control.” You felt Eddie as he approached behind you, leaving you effectively sandwiched between the two men. Not that you were complaining or would ever complain about it, but this wasn’t quite what you had in mind when you made that joke.

Your body shook with the effort of keeping you upright, and you slumped completely against Volt, who held you without issue. Tears welled in your eyes from frustration and fatigue.

You sniffled and Volt pulled back just enough to see your face. He held your cheeks, wiping the tears away as they fell. “Oh, Spark…”

“I’m so tired of this,” you cried. You knew you had that whine of exhaustion in your voice, but you didn’t care. You were exhausted and there was no one better to take care of you than them.

“What can we do?” Eddie asked from behind you, gently rubbing your upper arms.

In truth, there wasn’t much if anything that could help. It took some time for the tears to stop flowing and for your breathing to even out before you spoke. “Bed. And… maybe some medicine.”

Without another word, Volt hooked his arms under your knees and carried you princess style. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, tucking your nose into the crook of his neck and taking deep breaths.

“Easy, live wire. I’ve got you.” You nodded, letting your eyes drift shut. It was easy for your mind to settle tucked into him like this.

You were vaguely aware when Volt put you into your bed and knelt beside you, brushing your hair out of your face. He leaned forward, pressing his lips softly against yours before moving to press them to your forehead.

Eddie came in a few minutes later holding your prescription bottle and a glass of water from the bar with ice in it. “Here,” he perched on the edge of the bed, holding them out to you.

Volt helped you sit up enough to take the pills, chugging the glass of water before laying back. As Volt moved to stand, you caught the copper coils around his wrist.

He smiled softly. “I’m not going anywhere, little spark.” He shrugged his jacket off, haphazardly throwing it to the floor before slipping out of his pants and shoes and climbing into bed beside you.

A moment later, the bed dipped and you knew Eddie was behind you, curling against your back. You tucked yourself into Volt’s chest, allowing yourself the moment of rest. It wouldn’t be the first time you’d fallen asleep without removing the dateviators and it likely wouldn’t be the last.

When you woke up, they were gone, but there was a fresh glass of water that still had ice in it and a carefully folded piece of paper. Your painkillers were closed, but two pills rested next to the glass. You picked them up and took them quickly before reading the piece of paper.

We’ll always take care of you.

Our live wire.

E & V

A/N: literally living this hell as we speak 😭 without the boys. Send help.

Part two with smut if the people want it 🫡

Let me know if you want me to make a Breaker Box Boys tag list 🫶

Credits to @/cafekitsune for the banner

[call-me-copycat]

I find it really interesting.

I've noticed that Aizawa's normally drawn with a lot of Attraction Bias, ie he's drawn noticeably different depending on what's considered attractive in different regions!

This doesn't go for everyone (obviously), but these are the basics (typically pushed by the media as well):

In Japan:

Sharp jawline and distinctive facial features

Tall stature

Lean body type. Slender is preferred with it

Going with that. Long legs

While some muscle is appreciated, it's not about being overly bulky like a bodybuilder

Clean looking (not a lot of hair in general) (especially facial hair) (Aizawa's exempt from that tho)

Paler skin

In the West:

Strong preferences for a toned, muscular build, particularly in the upper body

Broad shoulders

Hair (body hair + facial hair) (?)

Height

Veins on muscular parts (arms particularly... Shudder, I hate veins)

Tan (ish) skin

Just... Bigger. Bulkier

For example: I started off on the Japanese side of the Internet, and was introduced to Aizawa fanart with the focus being on him looking tall, slender, sometimes a bit of muscle but not too much, and really just like -

Then, you've got the Western world of fanart! Where people draw Aizawa with their definition of attraction: Manliness. Essentially the usual stuff; body hair, facial hair, large muscles, and just an overall largeness that highlights physical strength

(I'm saying all this as an attraction adverse AceAro, bias free! 'Cause I have no preference for attraction :> I will be honest though, I don't like Buff Aizawa but that's probably because it's still foreign to me)

Which is why you get stuff like this:

Unfortunately. I hate this photo (⁠￣⁠ヘ⁠￣⁠;⁠)

It's perfectly fine to be attracted to that, but these are incorrect!

First photo: A fan made edit. There are some very talented people out there! So it's hard to keep up sometimes ( ₪﹏ ₪ ）՞ ՞

Second photo: Officially made yes, but it was for the comedy spin off, MHA SMASH! It's also the only non canon spinoff out of every single MHA spinoff made!

Aizawa was drawn to look weird, because he was swapped with All Might in the photo! Bodies and quirks were swapped around here (⁠^⁠～⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ

You see All Might in the top? He was swapped with Aizawa here. It was for laughs, as it's a comedy spinoff (⁠；⁠^⁠ω⁠^⁠） Certainly Nezu's true form doesn't have the AFO arm! Nor is Bakugo's brain on the outside of his skull!

Anyways

Sorry for the mini rant! I can't seem to disagree with the tweet (? Is it?) without people getting upset... Ahh, Attraction Bias, it can be strong (⁠╯⁠︵⁠╰⁠,⁠) Makes me feel so isolated sometimes as an aromantic

I just find it so interesting! I've definitely noticed a lot of the other characters drawn like this too, but Aizawa's always been the most to stick out to me -⁠ᄒ⁠ᴥ⁠ᄒ⁠- On the Japanese side, he's typically drawn very similar to Mic in terms of body shape - they both, when drawn together, mirror each other in lots of fanart

Are there exceptions? Certainly! I try to not use words such as "always" , "every", "all" etc (⁠⇀⁠‸⁠↼⁠‶⁠)

…⁠ᘛ⁠⁐̤⁠ᕐ⁠ᐷ

Thanks for reading I suppose!

(Please I'm not up for debate please I don't feel like setting up an argument with people, please, every time I've stated I don't like the photo someone tends to get upset with me, if you disagree please! I'm not trying to be offensive, but please don't interact... I'm not a conflict type person, it makes me sad and scared ... )

[talenlee]

3e: Prestigious Gender

3rd Edition D&D did, ostensibly, avoid much deliberately and exclusionary gendered language of the fantasy genre from its forebears, which is a little like saying that a rainstorm is less wet than a cyclone. And bear in mind, I am not throwing stones here: it sure is good to have reduced the amount of naked misogyny and ridiculous and unnecessary gendering that persisted across the landscape of an earlier version of the fandom, and I am glad that we then made better and better versions of the same.

There are some out there who right now are thinking this is a great point to complain about something 5e is doing, but:

I don’t know anything about 5e

I really, really don’t care about you fighting with strangers about what 5e is or is not

In prior editions of D&D, and indeed in many fantasy universes before, there were often clear and distinct gendered roles and capacities that characters had access to in the context of a fantasy adventure. You might get a description that only women could be this particular kind of scantily clad drow lady who’s going to whip you, or only men can be this particular kind of easily whipped paladin man.

The way 3e decided to handle gender in most of the books was through a method that’s quaint now but wasn’t actually that bad for the time, which is alternativing he and she in different contexts. One class would be described with he, the next she, the next he, the next she, and while this isn’t good per se, it being used in a pattern like this at least creates an evenness that can lack when you try and make judgment calls about it.

There are all sorts of other biases at work here, though those biases aren’t particularly worth harping on. Going back and beating up the authors of 3e books that range from retired to dead is meaningless stuff. I’m not interested in what they should have done; I’m much more interested in the more curious process of examining what they actually did. The use of gendered language like this is present in the work, but there’s another place where gendering language can show up that players might miss.

Prestige Classes were the spine of how players build characters in 3rd edition. It may have once been conceived of as a game where you’d take a fighter to 20 but it seemed after the prestige class system was widely understood it was a natural progression for everyone to take. Why take level 7 fighter when you could take a level of a class that was more specific to your vision and fantasy? A prestige class was like a class you could take, but it was gated behind some kind of prerequisites that you had to meet. In exchange for these requirements, your levels could be of something specific, with special abilities that set you apart from just, you know, fighter or paladin or whatever.

This system of requirements is also our first place where gender shows up. There were, in fact, a small number of prestige classes where gender was a fixed requirement. I’ve already complained about the women-only Beloved of Valarian, which is good, because it’s a bad class and it indicates some messed up thoughts about sex, agency, and women.

And before I go on, I should clarify that there is a demarcation in D&D prestige class design. If it was in a printed book, it probably was more thoroughly tested and edited and typically, both better to play and less likely to do something broken. That’s not to say that they were all fair – after all, the wizard was in the Player’s Handbook, – but there’s a tier system at work. Things in the Complete books were pretty solid and a reliable balance point to one another. Things in the Dungeon Master’s Guide were ‘safe’ and definitely worked, but also didn’t tend to push the game boundaries very hard. Setting books had their own problems, so things from the Forgotten Realms sourcebooks were probably stronger and a little more broken, and Eberron brought things that sat kind of between Forgotten Realms and Complete books. Then there’s Dragon magazine, which could be considered wholesale speculative options, and often either didn’t work, or were wildly unrepresentative of the rest of the game.

With that in mind, I’m trying to focus on things from the printed sourcebooks. That does catch us the 3.0 prestige class the Eunuch Warlock, which is both the only instance of a male-only prestige class in a printed book and also a class that explains that you need a lot of balls to take on the class’ prerequisites, but not for long.

There’s also the Swanmay, which is a woman-only prestige class, and that’s where we peter out without looking at Dragon magazine classes I never heard of and don’t care about and bonus, aren’t worth worrying about. It helps that Dragon Mgazine options tended to be bad in addition to being badly made.

Anyway, the place I wanted to wind up with is looking at a big list of data and looking for one specific thread of language: How often does the title of a prestige class gender it? And I mean explicitly gender it; the fact that cleric or bishop are terms we normally gender doesn’t make those gendered terms. You know a term is a gendered term in this context if it has a different gendered form or a neutral form that’s not being used. This creates a possible edge case, in the term of the word witch; I’m willing to accept that, certainly back in 3.5, there was a mindset of people thinking witch is a gendered term with the comparative term warlock, even if I disagree.

To that end, I got a big list and I started counting.

Then I slowly stopped counting as I realised the lopsided scope of the problem.

The word ‘lord’ is used in about 15 classes, ignoring its part in the compound word ‘warlord.’ ‘Master’ is somewhere in the district of a hundred uses. ‘Bowman’ even shows up once. And in all that, I found that ‘witch’ showed up four times, ‘queen’ showed up once, and my favourite of all of them, we got one explicitly femme-gendered exotic word: incantatrix.

None of this is surprising or weird. It’s pretty much to be expected. And it’s cool that we get to now, do a better job with this kind of thing.

Check it out on PRESS.exe to see it with images and links!

[feathermouth]

[EDITED WITH MORE INFO!]

do we still fw pressure OCs?

i have not decided on a name for them yet. im gonna try to pick something thats typically feminine, but i dont want it to be boring, so suggestions are absolutely encouraged!

this fellas name is lamis! its an arabic name that means "soft to the touch."

they are african-american (i still need to determine the specifics, this is a super rough concept so far)

lamis is egyptian ethnically, so, around north africa. lamis was born in america. US citizenship.

im probably gonna end up choosing a dif. set of pronouns for them once ive got the rest of their identity solidified

lamis is definitely a lady. but shes the type of person to not really gaf what people refer to her as.

i also feel like the design is a little cluttered, but i do not gaf. this is very self-indulgent at the moment. plus its pretty.

^ this still holds true. i dont wanna change the design, so im trying to think of ways to justify it. im considering the idea that she was engineered predominantly for aesthetics and was sorta just ... forgotten about.

their current design consists of a black dragonfish and a yellow stingray. i originally wanted to put a poison dart frog in there, but im not sure if an amphibian would fit too well in the rest of the pressure setting. their design is crazy, yes, but it will be LORE APPROPRIATE

^ still the same! if i go with my new idea, maybe they wouldve taken some liberties and used an amphibian. maybe.

they have eyes by the way. i just felt like drawing it closed. their eyes are a similar yellow. im considering changing the eyes to black instead.

her eyes are gonna be iridescent, similar to a black dragonfish. sometimes theyll look black, sometimes yellow, sometimes white—all depends on the angle and lighting.

they are bioluminescent (result of the black dragonfish dna) but their yellow patterns ONLY glow in low-light environments. they aint shining all the time. thatd be so annoying

^ still the same! except im gonna move around the areas that glow. i want them to look more "biological," like, less like a royal engraving, so i mostly need to clean up her chest and stomach. the markings will be less sharp next time i draw her.

their face looks kinda peeled back/smooth intentionally, its not just my art style. the animals they were mixed with are Very Smooth. aerodynamic or something. they had more defined features before they were mutated.

lamis' face is thinned out because of the taught skin of the animals shes mixed with. fish tend to have very smooth faces. before being experimented on, lamis had a meatier nose, deep-set eyes, and rounder cheeks.

im still unsure of what i want their role to be, if any. i dont want anything too special, i dont really like making 'main-character' characters as OCs. i dont have any ideas as to what i could do.

yeah i still dont wanna make a "special" character. i dont like when OCs disrupt canon. lamis is Very Much So an outside addition.

i know that theyre swift, quiet, and glow in the dark, so maybe some sort of rare encounter for the player? like a guide in a particularly dark set of rooms, or a mini-encounter similar to the bottomfeeder? (im aware that those ideas show two very different moral alignments, i havent fleshed out their personality yet.)

well, lamis was forgotten about after her experiments concluded, so i imagine she would be bitter. she'll probably try to force players into dim-lit areas so that she can get near them. i dont think lamis is the type of person to kill outright, but rather maim. definitely lurks in darker places and doesnt enjoy coming out into the light, so shed be a specific-situation encounter, if nothing else.

this is the only pressure oc im currently willing to make public, because my others are ENTIRELY self-serving, and you couldnt WATERBOARD my writing out of me.

anyway! suggestions are encouraged! i need feedback. please .....

[brokenbough]

Haiii just read ur "annoying" reader x ghost and i loveeeed it sosososo much idk if u do requests or anything but just an idea what if the reader somehow convinced any of the 141 really for the reader to give them a facial or help with their skincare (bc I highly doubt those men use any sort of cleanser lol) and like the others see and want one too 🤭

I will definitely do this when I get some sleep 🥲🥲

Edit: got some sleep :)

It starts with Kyle. I think most writers in the COD community can agree that our pretty Kyle does skin care when he can. Even after ops, you will not catch that man falling asleep without properly cleaning his face when he can.

And of course, you see him doing it and get all excited cause there aren't many girls on base and even less who you talk to because you're always working on ops.

You quickly come up next to him, watching him work, completely forgetting that Johnny needed him so they could all play together. He looks over to you, rubbing on hyaluronic acid.

He looks down at you, smiling.

"You do skin care?" You ask happily, watching him with sparkly eyes.

"Yeah. You dont?" He teases, using a fucking handheld fan to dry his face.

"I'm offended, but yes, I do." You say after a moment of stunned silence. "Walk me through yours?"

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"Thorn! Cmon now, we've been waitin-" Soap comes in the bathroom, clearly annoyed. He stops, watching the two of you with the utmost concentration plastered on your faces as you both finish your skin care.

"The fuck are ye two gits doin'?" Soap asks.

"Skin care." You two say in unison, tone clipped.

Soap just stands there, for a long time, watching the two of you work. Watching the handheld fan sway back and forth.

The bodies soon pile up in Kyle's bathroom, each one coming to yell at the former before stopping to watch the two of you.

Simon's the last one to come in, wondering where his entire team went, and no one's in their room.

The silence that encompasses the room is overwhelming. No tension or anything, just pure concentration, from everyone. Each trying to figure out what you two were putting on your faces, why it was so important, and why it was so... intriguing.

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"Cmon lassie, you said you'd do mine when we came back." Soap huffs out, genuinely annoyed.

"Soap, I already did mine, and believe it or not, I'm tired!"

"Yeah." He scoffs, glaring at you. "Thought you were someone of their word. Guess not." He spits out.

"You-- urgh! You're so fuckin' lucky I like you." You groan, dragging him to the bathroom.

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"Na ah, you wear that damn mask all the time. I don't even want to know what your eyeblack is doing to you. You are coming with me." You say to Simon firmly, watching his stupid face smile back at you as you rub a cleanser on his face.

You rinse it before rubbing on a moisturizer and so on.

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"I'm just here to watch." Price says, watching you work on Simon's face one night and Kyle on Johnny's.

"Sure you don't want your own facial?" You ask, smiling at Simon.

"I'm sure."

"Sure captain." You affirm, moving to speak with Gaz for a moment.

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The two of you basically trap Price in the bathroom a few weeks later to just test out new serums on his face.

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There ya go nonnie :>

[morgana-larkin]

Alright here's the next chapter of Mine! If anyone wants to see something specific with this family then please let me know, I have a lot of ideas but I will always be open for ideas. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 Part 28 Part 29 Part 30 Part 31 Part 33

Mine - Part 32

Summary: We follow a typical day for Amelia.

Warnings: None

Words: 3.5K

“Go to sleep, Caty.” You tell her as she sits up in bed.

“Not tired.” She says and you sigh. 

“You need to sleep or you’ll be tired tomorrow.” You say and she crosses her arms. 

Caty has been having trouble sleeping recently and neither of you know why. You then sit against the open door and read a book that you brought in case you need to wait at her doorway until she falls asleep. You just opened the book when you see Melissa come out of Amelia’s room and she closes the door. Melissa turns around and sees you sitting on the floor and she sighs. 

“Caty, back in the bed.” You tell her and she ignores you. 

Melissa walks up to you and sees Caty take a book from her mini bookshelf. Caty then walks over, sits next to you, opens the book she grabbed and pretends to start reading it, even though it’s upside down. Melissa covers her mouth with her hand as she tries not to laugh at her daughter’s antics. Melissa steps over you and sits next to Caty, she then takes her book and puts it on her lap as Caty looks at her. 

“Why aren’t you tired, Dolcezza?” She asks Caty and Caty shrugs.

“My mind is awake.” She tells Melissa. 

“Is your body tired?” Melissa then asks. 

“I don’t know.” Caty says and then you both hear one of the girls start crying. 

“Why don’t you check on that Amore.” Melissa tells you and you nod before you stand up and go to the nursery. “Come sit on my lap, Dolcezza.” Melissa says and Caty climbs on her lap and looks at her. “So because you need to sleep, what will make you fall asleep? Do you need another story? Want me to sing? Want some cuddles?” Melissa suggests and Caty thinks about it.

“I already cuddle with Elena.” Caty tells her.

“Ok so no cuddles then.” Melissa says.

“Well…maybe a story with cuddles?” Caty suggests and Melissa smiles. 

“Ok, that can definitely be arranged.” Melissa tells her and Caty gets off of her. Melissa gets Caty to lay in her bed before she gets in with her and wraps an arm around her, with Elena at the foot of the bed. “Ok so what story do you want to hear?” Melissa asks as Caty turns around to face her.

“Cinderella.” She says and Melissa already knows that story by heart as it’s Caty’s favourite. 

“Alright, so once upon a time, there was a girl named Cinderella.” Melissa begins and Caty nuzzles her head in Melissa’s chest. “And then she went to him and hugged him before she was brought back to the castle, where they lived happily ever after.” Melissa finishes as she scratches Caty’s scalp the way that soothes her. 

Melissa looks down and sees that Caty is fast asleep. Melissa attempts to get her off of her and get up but Caty unsconsciously grabs Melissa’s pj shirt and holds tightly. 

“Well… shit.” Melissa mutters.

A few minutes later, Melissa walks in the bedroom carrying Caty and you look up from your spot on the bed. You then see Elena come walking in behind them and then she uses the stairs to climb up on the bed. 

“I think you brought her to the wrong bedroom.” You say and she sighs.

“I read her a story while cuddling her. When I attempted to leave, her sleeping form literally grabbed me and held on tightly.” Melissa explains as she lays down with Caty sleeping in her arms. You look and you see Caty’s hand grabbing Melissa’s shirt tightly and you tilt your head.

“First she can’t sleep and now she wants to be with a parent all night, even unsconsciously?” You ask and Melissa looks at you.

“Seems that way.” She tells you.

“I’ve been looking into it to see if maybe it’s an autistic thing and it seems it might be.” You say. “It says autistic people can have a harder time falling asleep cause some have irregular melatonin levels.” You explain and Melissa strokes Caty’s head. “Also it could be from sensory overload. They’re so stressed that they can’t sleep and being with a safe person, like a parent, at night helps them de-stress enough to sleep.” You further explain as you read from your phone.

“Isn’t that what Elena was supposed to help with?” Melissa asks and you both look at the foot of the bed to where Elena was sleeping on her back with her paws in the air.

“Yes but I guess she hasn’t developed a deep enough connection with Elena yet like she has with us.” You guess. 

“Maybe.” Melissa says. “You know this means you lost cuddles tonight right?” Melissa then asks and you pout. Melissa smiles at you before you give her a kiss and then get comfortable before you get an idea. You grab her closest arm, have it spread out and then cuddle into her side that way and she looks at you. “Apparently I’m a damn bed tonight.” She complains as she has Caty on her chest and you cuddling into her side. She wraps her arm around you before she falls asleep.

Melissa wakes up in the middle of the night to something hitting her and she snaps her eyes open. She looks at you and sees that you seem to have moved to cuddle with Elena during the night but you’re fast asleep and not moving. She then looks at the other side of her and sees Caty sleeping there but it seems she’s having a nightmare. Melissa grabs Caty’s feet as they were kicking her and she wraps her arm around Caty and strokes her head as it always seems to calm her, asleep or awake. Caty seems to calm down after a few seconds and stops moving. Melissa lets go of her feet and then falls back asleep.

The next morning Melissa lifts her pj shirt up as she’s changing and you see some small bruises on her. You walk up to her and touch one of them and she looks at you.

“Jesus, did you get into a fight that I don’t know about?” You ask her.

“I guess in a way. Caty had a nightmare last night and I woke up to her kicking me in her sleep.” She explains.

“Do they hurt?” You ask and she shakes her head.

“Just a little sore.” She tells you. “That girl has a really good kick, I’m quite proud of it.” She adds and you bend down. You then gently kiss the 3 bruises that you see before you straighten yourself back up and look at her.

“Maybe instead of teaching her to swing a bat we should teach her to kick a soccer ball.” You say and she wraps her arms around you.

“We could do that next year when the weather starts warming up.” She tells you and you kiss her. “Come on, we gotta finish getting dressed and then dress our kids and get everything ready.” She adds before she gives you a quick kiss and then goes to finish getting dressed.

You all walk in through the doors with Melissa holding Amelia’s hand and you see the hallways already have quite a few students already as there’s 10 minutes left until the bell. All the kids were moving a bit slower this morning for no reason which caused you to walk in closer to the bell than you both would have normally liked. You both see Barb unlocking the door for her kindergartners and you take a sip from your coffee mug. You then walk over to Barb’s class and Amelia hangs up her coat before she hugs Melissa goodbye. She then goes to you and hugs you goodbye and then she sits at her desk and talks to the kids next to her. Amelia watches you both leave for the day and then a few minutes later the bell rings and Barb stands up and smiles at her class. 

“Good morning to all of you. Now does anyone want to share what they did over the weekend?” Barb asks and a few students raise their hands, including Amelia. Amelia plays with the fidget toy Melissa bought her when Amelia mentioned she has trouble paying attention in class after long periods of time. Then Barb looks at Amelia and asks for her to share what she did over the weekend.

“Well my mommies were putting everything in the backyard away for the winter while I watched over my siblings on the balcony and played with toys. Then me and my mamma picked a dish to make for Thanksgiving next weekend.” Amelia explains. “Then yesterday we all went shopping for food and then I got to pick a movie for us all to watch in the evening.”

“Sounds like a fun weekend.” Barb tells her before she points to another student and they explain their weekend.

After that Barb has them singing the alphabet before she hands them all a piece of paper and gets them to practice writing their name. Amelia struggles at first then she eventually gets it and looks at the first successful attempt and smiles. Amelia writes it a few more times and then she goes to Barb and shows her the attempts.

“Good work Amelia.” Barb says and then puts a sticker on the piece of paper. “Now how about you draw a picture of your household?” Barb suggests and Amelia nods with a smile before she goes back to her desk.

Half an hour later, Barb has them all count out loud to 10 and then has them try to write all the numbers up to 10. Amelia plays with her fidget toy as she writes everything down and Barb notices that it seems to be helping her concentrate more. At lunchtime, Amelia is talking to the one in front of her in line and misses both you and Melissa looking at her with a smile.

“And then the huge ice storm goes away and Anna saw Elsa almost got killed so she stopped the blade but froze. But because that was an act of true love, because it’s sister love, it melted her frozen heart.” Amelia explains the plot of Frozen to one of her classmates on the way to the cafeteria.

“My mommy and I watched one of the barbie movies last night.” Her classmate tells her.

“There’s a barbie movie?” Amelia asks.

“There’s a lot of them. Most of them went on Youtube about 10 years ago.” Her classmate explains. “My favourite is definitely Barbie of Swan Lake.” Her classmate adds.

Amelia and her classmate sit down and start eating as her classmate, Lara, explains all of the barbie movies that she’s seen. Amelia then sees Melissa break up a fight before Melissa goes back to you. Amelia tilts her head before she gets an idea. She stands up and goes right up to you both and you both look to see her coming.

“Hey Tesoro.” Melissa says with a smile.

“Don’t Tesoro me, you didn’t tell me about all the Barbie movies that are out there.” Amelia tells you both as she points at Melissa. “Lara was just telling me about her favourite ones.” She adds as she crosses her arms. “Why didn’t you tell me?” She asks and Melissa looks at you as she didn’t know about them either.

“They must have just slipped our minds.” You say.

“Last time I checked you have to already know about them for it to slip your mind.” Melissa says. “I didn’t even know they were out there.” She adds.

“Ya you would have been about 20 when they came out.” You tell her.

“Mommy, you knew about them?” Amelia asks and you know she’s going to be shocked about what you say next.

“I didn’t just know about them, I watched them when I was your age.” You say and Amelia’s jaw drops.

“You kept it from me?”

“It’s not like I did it purposely sweetheart. I don’t remember every movie out there.” You tell her.

“I want to watch one tonight.” Amelia settles on after a few seconds and you nod.

“Alright, whichever one you want.” You say and she nods before she goes to sit back down. “Why do I feel like we just got scolded by our 5 year old?” You ask Melissa and she chuckles.

“We basically did.” She confirms and you laugh.

After lunchtime, Amelia is escorted outside with her classmates and they go to play on the play structure. Her and Lara run up and all around and go down the slide a few times together. After recess then Barb puts them all down for naptime on the carpet and Amelia uses her sweater as a pillow. When she gets woken up half an hour later then they get storytime as everyone wakes up.

After storytime then they work on writing down every letter in the alphabet for a bit until everyone is able to complete it a few times. After practice with that then everyone does group art work until the bell rings for the end of the day. Amelia puts everything in her school bag after she washes the paint off her hands. After she gets her shoes and jacket on as all her classmates leave with their parents. Barb then takes her hand after she locks up and takes her to you and Melissa. 

“Hey Tesoro.” Melissa says as she already said goodbye to all of her students and was making her way to you.

“Mamma!” Amelia exclaims as she runs to Melissa. Melissa wraps her in a hug and lifts her off the ground. 

“Did you have a fun day?” Melissa asks her and Amelia nods.

“Lots of writing as well.” Amelia says.

“What were you writing?” Melissa asks as the 3 of you walk to the van. 

“Barb had us write our names, the alphabet and got us to write up to 10.” Amelia explains. “And I did all of them successfully.” Amelia exclaims proudly.

“Oh wow! You’re so smart, my Tesoro.” Melissa tells her and you make it to the van a few seconds later.

Amelia plays a game on the iPad you both got her as you all go to the daycare to pick up all your other kids. She puts the iPad down and then you undo her seatbelt as Melissa gets the girls stroller ready. Amelia looks at all the babies crawling and walking around before she sees her sisters playing with blocks. Amelia holds Melissa’s hand as you put Bella and Mia in the stroller. You then all walk to the toddler room and she sees Nico playing trains with another toddler and Caty trying to draw something.

Amelia plays on the iPad when you strap everyone in and also all the way home. She plays on it while you two get everyone set up with toys when you get home and while you both make sure neither of you need to do any grading or finish any lesson plans. She gets off the iPad about half an hour later to help Melissa with dinner and she sits on the counter.

“Ok, and then fill it to the top of the cup.” Melissa explains as Amelia adds the oil in the measuring cup. 

“Why not add more or less?” Amelia asks.

“Well it's just to make sure the chicken, the sauce and spices don’t stick to the pans. If you add more then it wouldn’t really make a difference, but if you put less then things might start sticking to the pans.” Melissa explains as she turns on the stove. After everything is done cooking then Amelia helps bring out the utensils to the table for everyone as Melissa puts everything on the plates. 

Everyone then eats dinner that was prepared and Nico is explaining his day in messed up sentences that were all over the place. It makes Amelia question a few times if he was still talking about his day but she doesn’t say anything. After he’s done then Caty says a few things about what she did but she mostly sticks to her food. Then Amelia talks about her day in great detail.

After dinner then everyone plays with some toys for about an hour until it’s bath time. Melissa ends up giving Amelia a bath that night while you watch all the other kids. Melissa is applying the shampoo to her hair when she’s distracted with the toys until Amelia starts complaining.

“There’s some in my eyes!” Amelia yells out and Melissa looks.

“None of it is close to your eyes, Tesoro.” Melissa tells her.

“Then why are my eyes hurting?” Amelia complains.

“Cause you are definitely my child and love to be dramatic.” Melissa says and Amelia doesn’t even know what to say to that.

After bath time, you take Nico up to give him his bath while Melissa is downstairs and brushing Amelia’s hair so she doesn’t get tangles. While brushing her hair, Caty goes up to the couch and looks at what she’s doing. 

“Hey Dolcezza.” Melissa tells her with a smile. 

“No curls?” Caty asks as she looks at Amelia’s hair that’s straight right now as it’s wet. Melissa then realises that Caty has tighter curls than Amelia so her hair is curly even when it’s wet.

“Not yet, the curls will come back as it dries.” Melissa says and then she runs her fingers through Amelia’s hair to make sure she got all the tangles. 

About 10 minutes later you come down with Nico and then you bring Caty to have a bath. Melissa brushes Nico’s hair as Amelia looks at all the Barbie movies and chooses which one she wants to watch when you come back with Caty. Amelia ends up choosing the one that Lara said was her favourite, Barbie of Swan Lake, and then she gets all the popcorn ready for everyone with Melissa as you brush Caty’s hair. Amelia sits her popcorn bowl on her lap as she watches the movie. 

At the middle of the movie, Amelia looks at her siblings and sees them falling asleep and then she looks at her moms and sees them kissing and she rolls her eyes. Amelia takes a piece of popcorn and she throws it at you both and it hits you in the shoulder and you yelp into the kiss. You both pull apart and you look to see Amelia looking at you both while crossing her arms.

“Amelia, did you throw a piece of popcorn at me?” You ask her and she nods.

“I want to watch the movie, not you two kissing.” She says sternly and Melissa chuckles. 

“Tesoro, if you watch the movie then you won’t see us kiss.” Melissa tells her and then gives you a kiss on the cheek and you look at her with a smile. Melissa goes to kiss you again but then gets hit with a piece of popcorn that Amelia threw at her. “Seriously, Tesoro?” Melissa asks and Amelia nods. You two start watching the movie and you’re a little lost as you weren’t paying attention for most of it. “Never thought my child would pussy block me.” Melissa whispers and you look at her.

“Pussy block?” You ask.

“Well it can’t be a cockblock as you don’t have one.” She explains as she looks to see Amelia looking at the movie. She then rests her head on your shoulder and wraps her arms around your waist. 

After the movie, you bring the twins to bed as Amelia helps Melissa bring the popcorn bowls into the kitchen. You come back downstairs after a couple minutes and grab Bella as Melissa grabs Mia. Amelia follows you both upstairs and she goes to her room as you put the girls in their cribs. Amelia gets in her bed and then Melissa comes in a few seconds later. 

“Ready for bed?” Melissa asks and Amelia nods. 

“Yes Mamma.” Amelia tells her and Melissa holds the blanket up as Amelia crawls underneath the covers. 

“Sleep well my Tesoro.” She says and then gives Amelia a kiss on her forehead. 

“Good night Mamma, I love you.” Amelia says sleepily.

“I love you too, Tesoro, good night.” Melissa says and then she turns the LED lights off, turns the nightlight on and closes her door. Amelia looks at the door that Melissa was just at and yawns. Amelia starts closing her eyes and then hears you giggling in the hall.

“Melissa, not out here.” Amelia hears you say and Amelia rolls her eyes before she turns in the bed to face away from the door. She then closes her eyes and falls asleep in seconds.

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[cult-lamb]

Hiiiii i have a request for a fic with Kai or just use the idea for do it with the evan’s ,what about a reader as a pop start or actress? I love how you write <3

˖ ֹ੭୧ the evan's and an actor girlfriend ⊹ ࣪

ft. tate langdonㆍkyle spencerㆍkai andersonㆍaustin sommersㆍpeter maximoff

⸝⸝ ⟢ TATE LANGDON

tate would likely manipulate you into quitting your job, simply because your schedule forces you away from him most of the time and it's not like he can come with you, he'd whine and complain until you finally quit, but when you where away, he'd re-watch everything you've ever been in, all your interviews, and if you taught him how to use modern technology, he would like millions of edits of you and save every single one, and then ask how to get more storage so he can save more

⸝⸝ ⟢ FRAT!KYLE SPENCER

kyle wouldn't really mind what you do for work, he'd support you fully and watch all your stuff, if you were really famous, he would ask to be kept away from the public, not like a secret boyfriend, but more so because he's involved in your personal life and he'd prefer to keep it that way, he would definitely ask to watch your movies during movie nights and ask you about little details or how they filmed something or some behind the scenes, basically just being a really good boyfriend overall

⸝⸝ ⟢ KAI ANDERSON

kai would have a love-hate relationship with your career, on one hand, it makes in gain popularity and gives him more opportunities to tell his ideas and morals to the world, on the other hand, he doesn't like the fact that you're an actor, you're basically trained in lying to people, and we all know what kai is like with his pinky promises, it would be really hard to gain his trust, and also your schedule is demanding and kai doesn't like that, he think you don't contribute time and dedication enough to him so he slowly manipulates you into quitting your job, he would also kill every man you ever worked with, directors, co-workers, light guys, if he breathed near you, he was dead, lord help if you're bisexual

⸝⸝ ⟢ AUSTIN SOMMERS

austin would love the fact that you're an actress, you'd be his biggest muse, i have a feeling he oils be hesitant to give you the pill, you're amazing as is and having a free blood bank is definitely a benefit for him, he'd love to help you rehearse your lines and give you little tips on how to get the emotion that's on the page onto your face, and how to get into that character, he'd watch your movies religiously and track your progress

⸝⸝ ⟢ PETER MAXIMOFF

peter has a lot of time, he's likely watched a lot of movies and knows who you are before you guys start dating, he'd definitely be awestruck a little and be a little fan-girly before realising that you're just a person and not some alien, peter wound watch your films when he got bored or lonely, he's panic and run over to you instantly if there was ever a mission call from somewhere near your filming location, he'd be super supportive too and celebrate every little achievement with you, he'd totally post undercover as a fake fan account just to see you smile

note. i was actually going to include cooper but i have a fic of him coming out soon so ill save him for now, hope you like it anon! kisses

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[royalarchivist]

Tubbo: I don't know my left and right!

Bad: What do you mean you don't know your left and right?!

Tubbo: I'M DYSLEXIC!!!

Bad: That's got nothing to do with left and right!!!

Tubbo: Oh my god, it literally does! That's not even a bit, it's like the main thing of dyslexia! [Laughs]

Bad: I thought it was just like, mixing up the letters! You're saying you actually mix left and right difficult?

Tubbo: MATE– EVERYTHING'S MIXED UP!

Foolish: You know what, we'll see you on Twitter, Bad.

Bad: I– didn't know that, ok? I feel like– that's not a real thing!

Tubbo: WHAT?!? I'm sat right here!

Fit: Hmm... That's a little problematic, isn't it? It's a little problematic. 🤨

Tubbo: This is just like the chairs! He hates everything about me as a person!

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Bad: Go to the left, go to the left and–

Tubbo: I don't know my left and right! This way?

Bad: Left. Left left left!

Tubbo: [Shouting over him] SORRY!

Bad: What do you mean you don't know your left and right?!

Bad: You got it!

Tubbo: Thank you.

Bad: Yippee!

Foolish: [Laughs as he imitates Tubbo] "I don't know my left and right!"

Tubbo: I'M DYSLEXIC!!!

Foolish: [Chuckling] That was awesome.

Bad: That's got nothing to do with left and right!!! I think you're just dumb!

Tubbo: Oh my god, it literally does! It literally does.

Bad: No it doesn't!

Tubbo: I feel– Dude, I– [Puts his head in his hands] Mate.

Bad: [Sounding a little less-certain] ...Does it?

Tubbo: Yeah, it does!

Bad: Does it actually?

Tubbo: Yeah, it does!

Bad: Wait, really???

Tubbo: YEAH!

Foolish: Way to go Bad, now you're just an asshole.

Bad: Aw... :(

Tubbo: That's not even a bit, it's like the main thing of dyslexia! [Laughs]

Bad: I thought it was just like, mixing up the letters! You're saying you actually mix left and right difficult?

Tubbo: MATE– EVERYTHING'S MIXED UP!

Foolish: You know what, we'll see you on Twitter, Bad.

Bad: I– didn't know that, ok? I feel like– that's not a real thing!

Tubbo: WHAT?!? I'm sat right here!

Foolish: [Laughs]

Fit: [Sarcastic] Yeah, it's not real guys, it's not real.

Bad: No, I feel like he's making this part up!

Foolish: You see how he was mansplaining it to you? He was kinda mansplaining it too...

Tubbo: [Rubbing his temples] Just mansplaining to me dyslexia.

Fit: Hmm... That's a little problematic, isn't it?

Bad: No! I'm just asking if he's being serious or not!

Fit: It's a little problematic. 🤨

Bad: So it really isn't obvious, like your words?

Tubbo: This is just like the chairs! He hates everything about me as a person!

[katabay]

L'APPEL DU VIDE

okay so. jack! jack. what a collection of guys. the overlap between jack and the beanstalk and jack the giant killer, though. that sure is something! sometimes king arthur is there, which always takes me by surprise.

this. specifically. is an idea I've been kicking around. jack and the beanstalk is not a story I've ever enjoyed, as a kid it was probably my least favorite to read. as an adult, I was INTENSELY fascinated by reading j.g. ballard's the drowned giant. I think about it frequently, and somewhere during a re read of it, I ended up revisiting jack.

combining different versions of jack into one character is not a new concept, but it IS a fun one! the version I've been assembling together plays less with the fun elements of a jack story (and adjacent folklore stories), and focuses more on the potential for tragic elements with the addition of the usual grim and jagged narrative edges that I personally enjoy.

jack with the backstory of the devil and the three golden hairs, only jack doesn't find love, he's TIRED, all he wants to do is go home, but there isn't a home to go back to. what is the point of being born lucky if this is what it gets you? jack the giant killer, only he doesn't want to kill giants, jack who saw a body of a giant when he was a small child and cannot bring himself to do as a king commands. jack, who climbs up the beanstalk and stops halfway to look down. etc.

to go back to the drowned giant real quick, both to set the tone about jack seeing the body of a giant as a youth, and also because I've been haunted and obsessed with this excerpt of it ever since I read it:

J. G. Ballard, The Drowned Giant

anyway! this was originally like, a two illustration concept to get out of my system. however. I'm halfway through outlining a narrative. so. maybe it will also be several illustrations and also comic.

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[taraxippos]

My Metal Gear Solid autism partially reactivated in the past week and I cannot fucking believe that Ocelot was like a mid-tier character for me when I was super invested in the series in the 2010s. This guy is the fucking best .

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re: the last post i reblogged bc i am realizing just how much i yapped in the tags and i do not wish to subject the wider tumblr public to that rant LMAO

[sskk-manifesto]

Next time we should just skip over ep 3 and do a chapters 84-87 reread