#speed: ...boyfriend?...

[eulaties]

this is the funniest shit thats happened this year

[babyjinsu]

thoughts on Passive aggressive Anton?? he is low-key toxic and manipulative but tries to hide on that sweet tone n cute face and fails in the process, please I beg 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

love ur work <3

sarcasm + passive aggressive boyfriends are my cup of teaaaa. so subtly manipulative and mean but hidden under that sweet-boyfriend act mask eeek. hopefully you like this anony <3  i don't think this is EXACTLY like what you wanted but... pls lmk nonetheless <3

cw; manipulative, guilt-tripping, sarcastic boyfriend!anton

“you didn’t have to wait for me…” you say, sliding into the passenger seat. “i texted—”

“you texted you ‘might be late’.” anton’s hands stay steady on the wheel, switching gears and stepping on the gas pedal to start moving. his eyes on the road. “it’s fine. i just figured you’d let me know if you wanted a ride an hour later.” 

you flinch a little, eyebrows furrowed as you glance at him. “it wasn’t on purpose. the talk dragged on a little, that’s why i told you i’ll call you when i’m finished.” 

anton exhales through his nose, not quite a sigh but… “mm.” 

you swallow, shifting awkwardly in your seat. your fingers playing with the hem of your dress. “i… didn’t know you’ve arrived early... i said i might be late.”

“and i said i’d pick you up.” the traffic light turns red. you hear anton’s fingertips tapping absentmindedly against the steering wheel. “it’s okay.” he says, smiling at you. not a big one—just that tight curve of his lips he often does. the kind that really means ‘you should feel bad’. 

the silence that follows is heavy. much like the weight on your heart is. 

you look out the window. “you could’ve gone home…” your murmur, almost like a peace offering, a guilt-ridden one.

“i could’ve,” he echoes sweetly, tilting his head slightly while waiting for the countdown of the traffic light to turn green. “but you’d hate that. what kind of boyfriend would i be if i let my girlfriend get home by herself?” 

the way anton says it… you stare at him, lips parting—then closing again. there’s a tightness in your throat you can’t name. he says it so lovingly but his actions say otherwise. in this car, his hand is gripping the wheel tight, and his other one rests near the gearshirt. his profile lit by the red glow of the traffic light doesn’t help.

“‘m sorry,” you murmur softly, sinking back into the carseat with your arms crossed. you don’t even know what you’re apologising for, but feel the need to without thinking twice. 

maybe an apology for being late… for making him wait.

maybe an apology for making him talk like that—say things like that—with that soft disappointment in his voice that makes you feel bad…

but this isn't about you.

anton doesn’t answer right away. the car hums low and smooth over asphalt. you keep your eyes on the side mirror. then you feel it—his fingers tapping against your knee.

“it’s okay,” he finally says. “i know how you get. you tend to be a little forgetful when you’re having fun with your friends. i don’t mean to make you feel bad.” 

you blink, whipping your head towards him with a slight crease between your brows. what—? what is that supposed to mean? you didn’t mean to have fun while making anton wait… in the car.

“i wasn’t—” you begin, but stop almost immediately. you had just apologised. 

“that’s why i didn’t text again,” he adds casually. “i didn’t wanna interrupt your good time.” 

you freeze—then look away. because arguing would make it worse. and because the last thing you want tonight is for that soft voice to go cold. and that radio silence for days. 

“you’ve eaten there, right?” he asks, like nothing happened. his hand pulls away. “but i bought those dumplings from that restaurant you really like,” he smirks, letting out a soft hum. “we can eat them together—because i sure am hungry after waiting all this time.”

[bucksboobs]

Tommy strikes me as the kind of guy that’s expected to top in the casual scene but does actually enjoy getting to bottom. That’s why the first time Buck turns him around in the middle of making out, shoves him down and bends him over the bed, Tommy lets out a reckless moan so loud Buck has to cover his mouth. (that doesn’t stop Buck from moaning just as loud though because he loves when his partners come apart like that) It leads to a long stretch of Tommy being the one that gets stretched iykwm 😏

[oldaccount-cheese-n-crackerjacks]

I need more speeding bullet content with their families pls. Mostly I want scout in Australia trying to box kangaroos and race emus. I just have the image of one of the farm’s goats getting out and Sniper’s like “I’ll have to lure her back, she’s way too fast to-“ but then Scout is just booking it, grabbing the goat and putting her back in her pen. Mr Mundy jokingly starts referring to scout as his son’s “sheepdog”

[gwendolynnderolo]

marisha: what was i wearing the first time that i stayed the night at your place?

matt: you were wearing a black and white striped tube top. and i think dark jeans.

marisha: i think it was a jean mini skirt.

matt: yeah that sounds correct. i’m not going to say why i know that.

marisha: we know why.

[kusagrasskusa]

Saitama X Sonic’s Sister! Reader - “Scary Date”

Just to be clear, I started watched season 2 like a year and a half ago and never finished. My memory isn’t that good, so this probably won’t be the most accurate. BUT it’s okay because I’m mostly using this to get back into the habit of writing.

Summary: Sonic had met Saitama for the first time after going after the bald Paradisers. Well, later that day when Saitama is in town, he sees a familiar face. Turns out Sonic just looks a lot like his younger sister.

“Got the green onions, check… The bread, check… wasp spray, check,” the baldy mumbled to himself as he walked through the town, his face into his checklist, obstructing his view.

Earlier that day was a strange one. Some dude wearing skin tight clothes and a scarf threatened him and swore to get revenge for being too slow for Saitama’s naked eye to miss, or something like that. It was the late afternoon by now, and the sun was going down- and he just wanted to get home already.

”Oof,” he exhaled roughly as pressure hit his stomach- rather, as his stomach hit someone.

”Ow!” a voice exclaimed, falling forward from the rough impact. But in instant speed, Saitama’s arm wrapped around the shorty’s waist and pulled back.

”Oh, sorry I didn’t see you there, ma’am. Or, uh, sorry, Sonic was it?” He stated with a worried face as he made eye contact with the person hit.

“Sonic? That’s my brother,” the girl said with a twitchy eye as she recollected herself. “You think I look like a man?”

”Oh, uhhh, no I- just-“ He stumbled on his words, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. What does he say to that?? The girl is looking for his response with an annoyed face, so he has to say something. “He, um, just looks like a woman… a lot, actually, now that I think about it.” Good call.

”Yeah, I thought so,” she huffed, looking down at the food she bought all scattered on the concrete. She sighed once more, turning the other direction and bending down to pick up the food.

To a bypasser, that’s a weird sight: a man behind a bent over woman. He hurried to go help her retrieve her items, accidentally knocking into her head in the process. “Ow,” she winced, putting a hand onto her forehead.

”S-Sorry, I don’t know why I’m being so clumsy tonight,” he said awkwardly, placing the remainder of her fruit in her little bag.

She grabbed her stuff and stood back up, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. “Yeah, you kinda are. And now my food is dirty. And I was told I look like Son-…” She paused, squinting her eyes as she looked back up at him.

The bald guy stood there with a blank expression aside from his eyebrows being slightly furrowed. He had his bag of produce in one arm with a list in his hand. He felt more awkward under her intense stare, making him scratch his neck again uncomfortably.

”How do you know Sonic?” She tilted her head and looked at him intensely. He hummed in confusion, before shrugging.

“Well, uh, earlier-“

”Wait,” she cut him off. “I want you to tell me, but, I gotta get this food home soon. And, you owe me. What’s your name, and meet me at Togus at 8. Tell me the story over dinner.”

Wow, that was straight to the point, he thought. He didn’t think his first date in years would be like this. He has to admit, she, whatever her name was, was pretty cute. But he wasn’t really looking for anything romantic at the moment. Was this even a date? “Saitama… and is this a date?”

”Nice to meet you, Saitama. Obviously it’s a date. Be ready, and dress nice. See you then!” And just as quickly as she appeared, she was gone- turning around and fast walking away with a cute pep in her step. Despite her attitude filled face, she was clearly interested.

…

”What the hell do I even wear? She said nice… but how nice? And what do I even bring? I have all these expectations on me now and I don’t even know her name…”

”Have you never been a date before, Sensei?” Genos asked with a bit of shock.

“Obviously I have, dude. But never so aggressively- and again, she didn’t even give me her name,” Saitama replied, rolling up the sleeves to his bottom up. “How’s this look?”

Saitama looked at himself in the mirror. White button up, dress pants and shoes, pretty basic fit but nice. He rubbed his bald head, sighing sadly. He wished he had a tupé.

”I think your outfit fits the desired criteria. It is 7:30 now, so you should get there early. Perhaps buy a little box of chocolates to truly fit her high standards,” Genos replied, rubbing his chin. Saitama nodded, a look of determination filling his face.

…

8:15. Yeah, he felt a little awkward just staring blankly at the empty seat across him. He had flowers, chocolate AND a cheap necklace waiting there. He heard mumblings from a couple across from his seat saying, “all that effort just to be stood up. Bald loser.”

I’m not bald, my hair’s just thinning, he thought in annoyance. “Alright, that’s it mystery lady,” he huffed as he stood up from his seat quickly. “You’re not gonna make me look stupid, going all out only to be-“ he stopped as he made contact with a figure just as he turned around. His heart jumped as he gasped, quickly grabbing the woman he knocked into. Again.

She scrunched her face in annoyance and pain as she brought her hands to her hurt nose. “Oh my, I’m so sorry,” he spewed out, before his eyes traveled beyond her hurt face. Her tight F/C dress definitely was low cut from how much of her chest was visible.

Suddenly, her eyes snapped open. And they were filled with anger. “Sit. Down.” Saitama, fearfully, did just that. And she made her way to the other side of the booth.

”You already got us waters, how sweet,” she said, trying to calm her nerves. She then looked over to the corner of the table, seeing the three gifts he got her. “Oh!” she blushed, covering her mouth as she grabbed the bouquet of flowers and examined their beauty.

She placed them back and smiled as she opened the box of chocolates, grabbing a piece and splitting it in half. One half for him and the other for herself. “You caught on quickly; I’m a high maintenance woman.”

He scratched the back of his head again, looking down at the table. “Yep, definitely did. I hope you like it.” He felt a bit of warmth rise to his cheeks as she giggled softly. Wow, this woman changes moods within seconds. Scary.

”Oh, and this!” She reached out for the necklace on the table, her eyes lighting up as she examined the material. She hugged the little box, giving her date a toothy grin. “You’re so sweet Saitama. I don’t understand, my brother said you were a dangerous, egg-headed fool. I just don’t see any of that,” she said sweetly, “aside from the fool part, clumsy.”

Saitama began to sweat. Okay, backhanded compliment. Met with utter silence. Was he supposed to say something back??

“Are you gonna say anything back?” She asked with a raised brow. Yes, say something back.

”Of course! You’re,” crazy, “cute and… funny.” Her face went back to normal. That answer is sufficient, good. “Um… so what’s your name again? I don’t believe you ever told me.”

”Y/N,” she replied. “Now. About my brother.”

“Ohh, yes,” he replied, before telling the story of earlier. Oh, also the waiter came and they ordered food in that time. But anyways, he told the story of the Paradisers who made it their thing to be bald, which was an issue because he was a bald hero. And the leader tried to kill him, and failed, and so did Sonic. And that was that.

”You sound really strong,” Y/N said as she looked down at the table, a pink hue dusting her cheeks. “I wanna see. I can see your muscles through your shirt though, which is good enough for now. But, you might wanna get a looser fit- can’t have other girls looking at my man.”

Lady, I JUST learned your name, he thought as his eye twitched. Just then, their food got delivered to their table, hot and fresh. With a soft smile, he picked up his chopsticks and absolutely demolished that within seconds, meanwhile his date only took a few first bites.

“I haven’t eaten all day,” he exhaled in satisfaction, closing his eyes and leaning back in his chair.

“H-hey… we’re supposed to eat together,” Y/N said as she furrowed her eyebrows. “I guess, I’ll just get a box.”

”Well, hey,” Saitama leaned forward, “keep eating! Sorry, I was just hungry. Go on, ask something so we can learn about each other as you eat.”

The rizz Saitama never knew he had. Ask about me so I can talk as you’re quietly eating, woman. He doesn’t even like talking about himself. Oh yeah, that’s how you secure a lady.

She giggled before asking, “alright then, you’re a hero correct? What cause do you fight for?”

Like that, the date continued for another 45 minutes. The restaurant would be closing soon and they had both finished their food. However, the conversation shifted many times: all natural and steady flow. It turns out they had many things in common, and one was their struggle for more power.

”My brother is a fool. His skin tight clothes make me cringe, and he believes he is stronger by being older. Well, I’ve never met another who could challenge me- even him,” she said as she stirred her tea that had run cold by now.

“I’m happy you relate,” Saitama replied. “But I believe it’s time we go. Here, let me carry these.”

.

As the two began they’re walk down the street, they looked up at the stars. It was a peaceful night, all things considered. And it was Saitama who broke the silence. “You know, I haven’t looked for anything romantic in a looong time. But, why did you wanna go on a date anyway?”

Y/N looked over at him, a toothy grin forming on her face. “Two reasons. One, I knew you were the guy my brother talked about and I wanted to piss him off.”

”Is that why he was watching through the window and following us the whole time?” Saitama asked, raising a brow. Indeed, Speed-O-Sonic was in the flesh the entire time. Still is now.

”Yes. And two,” she continued, giving him a sly grin as she wrapped her arm around his and squeezed. “I like big, strong, muscular guys. And losing your hair due to how strong you are? Yeah, that’s the level of strength I want in a man.”

Saitama felt a soft blush on his face, but didn’t respond. That’s what it is. Revenge on her brother and muscle guy fetish on her part. What a world. At least she paid for dinner.

“Stop here,” she said as they neared the forest. She turned to him, taking the gifts from his arms. “You can’t see my whereabouts, but thank you for the walk. I like you a lot, Saitama. Let’s do this again.”

Although he still wasn’t looking for a girlfriend, he’s gotta say, he enjoyed tonight. Maybe he will do this again. “Sounds like a plan.”

She smiled sweetly at him, unmoving. Is she waiting for something? A hug maybe- but she’s carrying things. “Oh, um goodnight!” He said with forced enthusiasm.

”Goodnight,” she said softly as she remained standing there, staring. Okay clearly that wasn’t what she wanted. Is she wanting a kiss? On the first date?? Yeah that’s too far, surely. Then she audibly cleared her throat, making him sweat a little.

Her lips looked so plump and soft, and her eyes screamed, “do something!” But what!? Seriously, a kiss now? He hasn’t kissed a girl in like, 7 years!

”Um, I, uhhh,” he stumbled over himself before leaning over, cupping her cheek and leaning forward for a kiss. Her eyes widened as she gasped in disbelief, taking a moment before kissing back. He felt like he melted into that kiss, and forgot all about the awkwardness of the situation for a moment. And how that gasp definitely meant this isn’t what she wanted.

As he pulled away, he saw her face red with blush. She turned away, eyes wide as she looked around for her brother, who was definitely pissed whereever he was. She then bit her lip, looking back up at him. “Same time next week?”

That was it. She wanted HIM to make the next date’s plans. Not a damn kiss. He nodded awkwardly, “Yeah, yeah next week, same time…”

With a smile, she nodded before turning away and walking. He watched her make her way into the forest, probably to some secret base or whatever. And he could feel the heat of Sonic’s glare behind him. What a night.

[prettyprincessduh]

Period comfort ~ Rami characters edition ✨️

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AN ~ I wrote this cuz my cramps are doing backflips rn ~ Also, this isn't proof read it's literally 4am as I'm posting this, so if there's any Grammer errors I'm sorry 🎀

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Tw ~ None! These are just soft cutesy stories, all are welcome to read!

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Characters in this post ~

Elliot Alderson ~ Mr Robot

Ahkmenrah ~ NATM

Josh Washington ~ Until Dawn

Finn ~ Need 4 Speed

Elliot ~

It was late. The city was quiet, blanketed in a dull, rainy haze. The soft hum of your apartment heater and the distant sound of car tires swishing through puddles filled the silence. You were curled up on your couch in the comfiest hoodie you owned, clutching your stomach, face twisted in pain.

Elliot sat across from you in your living room chair with his signature black hoodie on, thumb nervously rubbing his knuckles as he watched you with wide, uncertain eyes.

“You’re... um. In pain?” he asked softly, like he wasn’t sure if he should even be asking.

You nodded, letting out a little whine as a cramp rolled through you. “Period cramps. The worst ones.”

Elliot blinked. “Oh.” A pause. “Okay. That’s… a thing.”

You smirked through the pain. “Yeah, a very real thing.”

He hesitated, then stood up suddenly like something in his brain clicked. “I’ll be right back.”

You raised a brow, watching as he left your apartment. Literally just walked out the door with no explanation. You sighed and grabbed a pillow, hugging it to your belly.

Twenty minutes later, Elliot returned, slightly out of breath, holding a grocery bag. His hoodie was soaked from the rain, and he looked like he’d just sprinted through a battlefield. He dropped the bag in front of you like he’d just defused a bomb.

“I got… stuff.” he mumbled as he took off the drenched hoodie, hanging it on a door to dry

You blinked. Inside the bag: a hot water bottle, three different kinds of chocolate, painkilers, two heat patches, and… was that a teddy bear?

You looked up at him, stunned. “Elliot… did you just run through the rain for period supplies?”

He awkwardly shrugged, his ears slightly pink. “I didn’t know which chocolate you liked. So… I got all of them.”

Your heart swelled. “And the bear?”

“That was… uh. I panicked. He looked like he might help.”

You giggled, despite the cramping. “You’re so cute when you panic.”

He looked away, ears redder now. “Shut up.”

You pulled the blanket aside and patted the couch beside you. “Come here.”

Elliot moved like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed, but then he sat beside you stiffly. You leaned into him, placing your head on his shoulder.

“You’re warm,” you mumbled.

He swallowed. “You can… use me. For warmth. I don’t mind.”

You looked up at him, soft eyes meeting his tired, wide ones. “Thanks for taking care of me.”

He nodded, then reached into the bag. “Want the bear now?”

You snorted, taking it and hugging it to your chest along with him. “Sure, but I’ve already got you.”

And for the first time in a while, Elliot smiled. Just a little. But it was real.

Ahkmenrah ~

It was well past midnight in your little apartment, the movie you two had been watching earlier now just a faint hum in the background. The lights were low, casting a soft pink hue over the room from the vintage lava lamp near the corner. Ahkmenrah was dozing lightly on the couch beside you, in one of your oversized hoodies completely smitten by how soft and strange modern clothes felt on his skin.

You, however, were not dozing.

A sharp cramp twisted through your stomach, dragging a whimper from your throat as you shifted under the blanket. Your hand instinctively moved to clutch your lower abdomen, and your legs curled tighter. The pain throbbed deep and familiar, and you felt your body tense up as another wave rolled through.

You didn't mean to wake him, but you did.

His eyes fluttered open, confusion settling in instantly as he sat up, still half-dreaming. “[Name?]” His voice was groggy, warm. “What is it, my love? Are you hurt?”

You tried to brush it off, giving him a weak smile. “It’s just cramps. I’m okay.”

His brows knit together. “Cramps…? You are in pain?” He was fully awake now, concern etching his features as he moved closer. “Where?”

You took a shaky breath, pressing your palm to your stomach. “It’s just... girl stuff. Period cramps.”

He blinked at you. “Your moon cycle?” he asked slowly, almost reverently, like it was a sacred rite.

You nodded.

He stared for a moment, processing. “And this happens… every cycle?”

You smiled, biting your lip. “Yeah. It’s not always this bad, but tonight sucks.”

Without hesitation, Ahkmenrah slid down onto the floor in front of you, kneeling between your legs. His warm hands reached up to gently tug the blanket down, revealing your curled-up body. His gaze was soft, almost reverent, like you were something divine.

“I wish I could take it from you,” he murmured, brushing your hair back. “In my time, this was… a sign of great power. The goddesses were honored for this.”

You gave a tired little laugh. “Yeah, doesn’t feel powerful right now.”

He pressed a kiss to your knee, then carefully laid his warm hands over your stomach, as if he could will the pain away with his touch. “Let me try something,” he said gently. “Close your eyes.”

You obeyed, and a soft warmth began to pulse beneath his hands. Whether it was just the heat of his palms or something more mystical, you didn’t know, but the pressure eased. The ache dulled.

Your breath hitched.

“Oh my god... Ahk… that’s actually helping…”

He smiled up at you. “Good. Then I’ll stay like this until the sun rises, if you wish.”

You opened your eyes, heart full. “You’re perfect, you know that?”

His fingers brushed your cheek, his voice soft as starlight. “I simply serve my queen.”

Then, with the gentlest care, he lifted you into his arms and carried you to bed, tucking you in like treasure. He climbed in beside you, curling around you protectively, one hand still resting over your belly. Warmth. Safety. Peace.

And as you drifted off, you heard him whisper a prayer in his ancient tongue, a blessing for pain to pass, and for the woman he adored.

Josh~

The wind howled outside the cabin, rattling the windows as snow gently fell over the pine trees surrounding the lodge. Inside, it was warm , wood stove humming, soft yellow lights glowing, and you curled up on the giant couch under a chunky blanket. You’d been feeling off all day, sluggish, sore, and crampy as hell, but you’d tried to play it cool for everyone else.

Josh, of course, noticed immediately.

Now, the TV was murmuring in the background, playing some old horror movie neither of you were paying attention to. You were bundled up, clutching a hot water bottle against your stomach with a pout that hadn’t left your face for hours. Josh came back into the room balancing a tray in his hands, tea, a little chocolate bar, and a heating pad he must’ve dug out of one of his sisters drawers.

He placed the tray on the coffee table, then looked at you with this gentle little smile like you were a hurt kitten. “Alright, soldier,” he said dramatically, kneeling beside the couch. “I’ve brought provisions. Cocoa. A backup heat source. And chocolate, obviously. Don’t say I don’t know how to take care of my girl.”

You cracked a weak smile, eyes glassy. “You’re such a dork.”

“I’m your dork,” he grinned, climbing onto the couch beside you and wrapping his arms around you from behind. “Now scoot. You get front-seat cuddles.”

You shifted with a groan, letting him tuck himself around you like a protective blanket. His hands moved carefully, one rubbing slow, firm circles on your belly while the other pulled the blanket tighter around both of you.

He kissed your shoulder. “Cramps suck, huh?”

“Mhm.”

“You want me to go hunt the evil uterus demon and slay it with a sacred axe?”

You snorted. “Please do.”

Josh chuckled softly, lips brushing against the back of your neck. “I’d do it, too. No hesitation. Ride out into the snowy woods, screaming your name like a maniac.”

“Josh—”

“Just saying. You’re worth a whole dramatic sacrifice ritual.”

You leaned into him, pressing your body closer to his warmth. Your fingers tangled with his, your breathing finally slowing as the rhythm of his touch calmed the ache. His voice dropped lower, softer. “You want me to stay up with you? If you can’t sleep?”

You nodded.

“I’m here, baby,” he whispered. “Always.”

You didn’t even have the energy to respond properly. Instead, you turned to face him and nuzzled into his chest and let the steady beat of his heart lull you toward sleep. He stayed just like that, rubbing your back, whispering dumb jokes under his breath, and occasionally muttering things like “death to cramps” and “you’re braver than any warrior.”

Eventually, you whispered, “Josh?”

“Yeah?”

“…Thank you.”

He smiled against your skin. “You don’t have to thank me, baby. I love you. Period monster and all.”

Finn~

The day had been normal enough, rain on the windows, soft music playing from the busted-up stereo in Tobeys garage loft, and you lounging in his Finns hoodie while scrolling your phone, curled up in a cozy blanket. But the cramps had started creeping in hard and fast, like your body decided to turn into a medieval torture device out of nowhere.

You tried to keep it cool, but a soft whimper escaped your lips as another sharp pang twisted through your lower belly.

Finn looked up from the corner of the loft where he was fixing a busted carburetor, wiping his hands on a rag. “Babe?” he called out, eyebrows pinching together as he crossed the room to you. “You okay?”

You groaned softly, pressing a hand to your stomach. “Just... cramps. Period cramps.”

He froze mid-step.

“…Cramps?” he repeated slowly, as if the word had personally offended him. “Like... stomach ones? Food poisoning? Did someone hit you?”

You blinked at him. “No, Finn. My period.”

He stared.

Blankly.

“…Your what now?”

You had to stifle a laugh. “You do know what a period is, right?”

He looked genuinely panicked. “Like…the monthly… thing? The one where you… bleed?” His voice dropped to a whisper, eyes darting around like he was worried your uterus might explode in real time. “Are you dying?”

You couldn’t help it, you burst into a fit of giggles, despite the cramps. “No! Oh my god, no. It just hurts sometimes. It’s normal, Finn.”

He looked so distressed. “You’re just bleeding? For days? And you’re just… sitting here like it’s nothing? You didn’t even tell me? Babe, that’s like—emergency status!”

He turned on his heel and bolted down the stairs before you could stop him. You heard rustling, drawers slamming, the fridge opening. A few minutes later he returned with an armful of completely chaotic things: a lukewarm water bottle, a half-unwrapped Snickers, a bottle of ibuprofen he wasn't sure if you could take, and a pair of fuzzy socks that definitely weren’t yours.

“I brought… comfort items?” he said, kneeling beside you, looking so unsure but trying so hard. “Do you need more towels? I can get a bucket? What do you need? Just say the word and it’s yours.”

You couldn’t stop smiling as you took the socks and slipped them on. “I need you to cuddle me and maybe rub my lower back.”

His entire face lit up like he just got chosen for the pit crew at a championship race. “Oh! That—I can do that!”

He slid in behind you on the couch, gently pulling you between his legs like you were made of glass. His hands found your lower back, warm and a little rough from working on cars, and he started rubbing in slow, careful circles.

“You sure you’re not dying?” he whispered in your ear.

You chuckled, sinking into him. “I’m okay, Finn. But thank you for taking it so seriously.”

He kissed the top of your head and rested his chin on your shoulder. “I just—I hate the thought of you hurting and me not doing anything. Even if I don’t… really know how any of this works.”

You smiled, squeezing his thigh. “You’re doing perfect. Seriously.”

“…Can I punch your uterus? Or is that not allowed?”

You burst out laughing again. “No punching. Just cuddles.”

He grinned. “Done.”

[plexiglasssheets]

Spy isn't homophobic, he doesn't care what gender his son dates. That said, Scout just has horrible taste in men who are disgusting lowlifes, (Sniper) and he could do Way better. (anyone else)

[lazycranberrydoodles]

BEEF EEF!!!!!

follow to put more gods into cute outfits 🌸

[trypo-p]

My boyfriend got me into TF2 brainrot,, and they're just Scout and I'm pretty much Sniper and he likes Sniperscout so uhhh,, hey guys did you know I love my boyfriend--

[szmxsm]

The fox.

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狐狸。

60 seconds speed painting:

[iianian69]

twink death

[blivy-on]

Can't look at anything themed after radioactivity and toxic waste and not immediately think of early 2000s wolf ocs so thats what you GET Toxic from my funfairs :)

Get rotated loser

[crimsonlovebartylus]

Barty and Sirius hanging out:

Regulus: I don't like this. *crossing his arms*

Remus: I don't either. *crossing their arms*

Regulus: ask him out already before he takes away my boyfriend.

Remus: wh-.. what? first of all, in order for barty to be your boyfriend, you need to ask him out.

Regulus: *waves them off* ask my brother out, i'll ask barty out.

Remus; you first.

Regulus: no you.

Sirius across the room: *whispers* is it working?

Barty: I think so, if we kiss would it speed up the process?

Sirius: maybe, should we?

Barty:

Sirius:

Barty: maybe?

Sirius: okay.. *leans forward to kiss Barty, when hes yank back* REGULUS OUCH?

Regulus: DONT KISS MY BOYFRIEND

REMUS: DONT KISS MY BOYFRIEND

Barty and Sirius looks at each other: it worked

[nyomur]

"But you need the money, right...?"

Some cats might bring you different gifts to show their affection. Tomuru tries it with wallets.

[moeblob]

Ohiwe

After Oh is split into two, their power is halved/divided. But! Other traits are not necessarily divided evenly. So she holds all the romantic love (unrequited) for Ymber. She also has the rhythm/ability to dance while the other half cannot keep a beat for the life of him.