#trying to find the energy to answer the rest of the asks in my inbox

[hallowvamp]

[neeeooon]

Hellooo, I really adore your writing so much, I’m not sure if you’ve done this before and

I’m sorry if it’s a bit of a hassle but I’d like to request (headcannons of?) the blue lock boys dating some sort of a clinically depressed reader, (or just a generally sad reader) most preferably the itoshi brothers, isagi and kaiser but really, I wont mind if you write about other characters!

if you can’t or don’t want to its really alright, have a great day!

ofc 🤍 my inbox is always open if you need

i got another ask similar to this and will add those characters here since most were the same

when you’re depressed

bf bllk x gn!reader. contains themes that may be triggering. angst with a lot of comfort <3 ooc

itoshi sae

-> sae isn’t the biggest guy, so when you steal his sweaters, they usually fit decently well. when sae comes home after a business trip to find you swimming in one of his favorites, he can’t help but be concerned

-> “hey. what did you eat while i was gone? try any new recipes?” he tries to be as casual as possible, but you simply hum. “sure, i guess.” your reluctance to answer properly makes his heart beat harder with anxiety

-> “like what?” “why are you asking me all of a sudden?” “just curious. wanna make something new for dinner.” “i’m not hungry.” he frowns at the indignation in your voice

-> he thinks for a moment before heading into the kitchen. “what if i cook?” “i said—“ “i know. but you might change your mind and want to eat later.” you grumble something under your breath but don’t fight him

-> sae doesn’t tell you that he took time off of work for the rest of the month, feigning that the entire team was given vacation time. it’s not that he doesn’t trust you to be on your own, he can tell how lonely you get by yourself

-> after a week of being home, sae sees you smile for the first time since his business trip. he tries not to make a big deal out of it; he knows you’ll talk to him when you’re ready

itoshi rin

-> you stop coming to his games, and rin hates that that’s what it takes for him to finally realize something’s off with you

-> he starts paying more attention to you, realizing how you’re just not… you. your energy is constantly depleted, your words curt, your expression blank and eyes tired

-> “y/n,” he tries one day, catching you as you flip mindlessly through a book you’re barely paying attention to. “is everything okay with you?”

-> you wanted to blow him off and pretend everything is fine, but when you see the genuine concern in his teal eyes, tears start dripping uncontrollably. you feel hollow as rin sits by your side, frantically trying to wipe the wetness away

-> “i’m not good for you.” “stop talking.” “i’m not good. you’ll worry, and it’ll affect your playing. i’m not good. you should do better.”

-> rin’s hands still on your face, forcing you to meet his sharp gaze. “stop. you’re good, don’t worry about me. there isn’t ‘better’, y/n, i just want you to feel better. that’s all.”

-> you don’t argue. you couldn’t even if you wanted to, as rin tugs you forward and into his chest, hand gently pressing your face into his shoulder for you to cry

isagi yoichi

-> you and isagi don’t have any college classes together, so you often leave at different times. he didn’t realize how much class you were missing until one of your friends cornered him demanding proof of life from you

-> “babe, i thought your friend was gonna murder me on my way here.” “hm. who?” “the one who always wears one of those scary claw clips..” “oh. lol. tell her i’m fine.”

-> that confuses him. “tell her yourself in your class tomorrow..?” “oh, right. yeah, i’ll tell her.” “… y/n?” “hm?” “how much class have you skipped recently?”

-> your lack of reply makes his chest ache a bit. “y/n? are you okay?” “fine.” “do you want to leave together tomorrow? i need to meet with some advisors, anyway.” “no, i’ll be fine here.”

-> isagi isn’t stupid, it’s clear that something’s wrong, but he doesn’t know the best way to approach this without freaking you out. after much mental debate, he sits next to you after class one day and lays out a confirmation for an advising meeting he made for you

-> “yoichi, wh—“ “if it’s all too much right now, too overwhelming, you still have time to drop without consequences. forcing yourself isn’t good for you, y/n.”

-> you don’t remember crying and flinch when isagi wipes your tears away. “i’ll help you any way i can, okay?” “i don’t want to be a burden…” “it’s not being a burden when i’m offering my help. i want to help. i want to see you being yourself again. let me.” “okay… we can go together?” “i wouldn’t miss it.”

michael kaiser

-> it used to be that you’d always text kaiser after your lectures ended so you could meet up for lunch. now he’s the one asking you to hang out, and your replies are either rejections or leaving him on delivered for hours

-> when he confronts you, you snap at him. “i’m just busy, okay? leave me alone!” you don’t mean it, he knows that, but it still triggers something in him to see you give in so easily to anger like that

-> you’re like an empty shell after that, no matter how many times he attempt to make conversation with you. you’re back to your one-word replies, and he doesn’t last long before finally snapping, too

-> “i can’t save you, y/n. i don’t know how. i’m not leaving, i’m not going anywhere, but the only one who can save you is yourself.” it wasn’t what you wanted to hear, but it was what you needed. you didn’t want kaiser to save you, but even if you did, you knew helping you would only hurt him

-> so you hug yourself until he steps forward and replaces your arms with his. “i don’t know what to do. how to help you. tell me what to do and i’ll do it.”

-> he comes to therapy with you for moral support, keeping a hand on you thigh on rubbing circles along your knuckles. “thank you,” you tell him on the way home, and he kisses the back of your hand. “i just want you to be okay.”

bachira meguru

-> bachira isn’t used to seeing you without your smile. his friends tease that you’re a sunshine couple, since you’re always laughing and having so much fun together

-> but no days turn into weeks, and suddenly bachira can’t remember the last time you looked happy

-> “honey?” “…” “you know you can talk to me, right? if you wanted to?” you didn’t want to talk, you wanted to run into his arms and fall apart. but instead you turned away from him, refusing to so much as meet his eyes

-> bachira isn’t deterred and continues trying to make you smile. one evening he hears you sniffle, and before he can ask, you throw yourself into his arms and cry. “i’m sad. i’m so sad all the time, and i don’t know how to feel better.”

-> he just holds you tight, keeping you together to the best of his abilities. “we’ll get through this,” he smiles into your hair. “i won’t go anywhere. promise!”

nagi seishiro

-> he’s been there, and since he wasn’t able to pull himself from that state on his own, he doesn’t know how to help you. it hurts

-> you’ve been laying motionless in bed for hours when nagi finally arrives to check on you. he doesn’t say anything before crawling beneath the covers and burying his face between your shoulder blades. they’re thinner than they were the last time he visited you

-> “this isn’t helping.” “i know.” “i don’t feel anything.” “i know.” you’re quiet for a moment, and your voice breaks when you say “nagi…” he places a ghost of a kiss against your back. “i know.”

-> you agree to see someone after sobbing in his arms for hours. it isn’t perfect, and it doesn’t always help, but it’s better than nothing

-> though nagi claims he’s no help to you, having him around lifts your spirits. he makes you feel safe and loved, even when he’s killing you in prop hunt. you can tell he notices your shift, because he’ll come up with more excuses than usual to spend time with you

-> “you’re not slick, you know.” “i know.” “you must love me a lot to ditch reo for me.” “i know. i do.” “.. i love you a lot, too.”

[khaire-traveler]

Since it keeps coming up, I want to state that I do have my asks turned off currently. My inbox was getting flooded with lots of people all of a sudden, especially requests for Subtle Worship posts, and it was beginning to overwhelm me. I have a lot going on in my offline life right now, so I'm also trying to focus on that which is also why I haven't been posting much. I just (literally one week ago) moved across the US, so I've been pretty consumed by the stress of that.

To make it clear, I'm not deactivating my account or going on a hiatus or something. I'm just not going to post as much or answer any asks. I'm just stressed, overwhelmed, and burnt out. Exhausted or anxious have become my natural states of being lately, and Tumblr hasn't exactly been making that better for me. I'll be alright; I'm just tired.

I do plan to continue the Subtle Worship series, but I'm taking a break from those posts for the time being because it takes a lot of time, energy, and effort to make them. It can be quite an exhausting process over time, especially since, admittedly, it's not super rewarding, if I'm being honest. While I make those posts to spread information, I also am often taking requests and creating posts for deities I have no experience with. Although it's great to get the word out about lesser known deities and that is a good feeling, I'm not getting paid or compensated in any way for these requests. I'm giving it my all, trying my best to come up with helpful suggestions on simple worship of deities I have never interacted with, and it takes a lot out of me. Oftentimes, I am attempting to connect with the deity's energy in order to come up with ideas which is extremely tiring when repeating that process over and over again. I enjoy making these posts, but it has stopped being fun for me and has started feeling like an obligation or expectation. So I'm taking a break for now.

I love running this blog, but it's beginning to feel like more work than anything else. I keep doing things for people, going out of my way to attempt to answer questions and creating posts upon request, and yet, it never feels like enough. There's always more for me to do, more questions to answer, more posts to create. This is meant to be an experience that I enjoy, but I'm not enjoying this anymore. It feels like a job that I don't get paid for. I love helping people, don't get me wrong, but there comes a time when it starts to be too much. Some questions are also answered by things in my pinned post, and although I enjoy helping people, as I said, it does get tiring having to redirect them to posts they can find themselves if they look at the links I've provided past the "read more". I will say that I wish people utilized my pinned post more.

So thank you, everyone, for your support and concern. I just want to rest for now. I want to enjoy myself. I want to post things that I like posting and researching things I want to actively learn about. I'm happy to help, but the person who most needs my help right now is myself, so I'm gonna focus on them. Please take care, and have a good day/night. 🧡

[bamsywrites]

Flowers and Fire

Chapter 2: 'Ella and Almond

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x OC, future! Aegon ii Targaryen x OC

Tags/Warnings: fluff, childhood friends, shitty parents, angst ish, mostly just cute friend stuff

Notes: in this fic people are aged up a bit, Viserys is sick but not decaying yet, and Aegon is an asshole but not a rapist. Sorry if this is OCC or badly written. Please leave comments or criticism. My asks and inbox are open

Previously: Prologue

Aemond watched the waves crash against rocks, salty tears spilling down his cheeks and he could taste them on his tongue. He did not know what he had done to make them hate him. His nephews, his brother. Simply for not possessing a dragon. Aemond the Dragonless they had called him when he entered the hall for supper, snickering amongst each other. Aegon had even bonded with them over the shared torment.

"Why are you crying?"  A voice spoke out against the quiet of the night.

Aemond quickly wiped his eyes, sniffing as he sat up. He looked over the intruder, a young girl maybe a year younger with thick curly hair and striking green eyes. He could see she was missing several of her front teeth causing a bit of a lisp.

"I was not."

"You were too, She spoke brightly, sitting down next to him. "Is it because you don't have a dragon? I heard the other princes teasing you for it earlier in the courtyard."

He continued to look at her in silence, not sure what to think of this girl. Was she here to tease him too? Another cruel prank?

"I don't have a dragon, and I don't think there's anything wrong with me."

"You're not a Targaryen." He spoke bluntly, glaring at the young girl.

"No, I'm a Tyrell. I live in a place called Highgarden, and there are flowers everywhere, but anytime I try to tend to a garden, all the flowers die. I'm also a girl, and I'm supposed to like stitching, but I don't. I hate it, and I'm bad at it because every time I poke my hand with the needle." She flexed her fingers as she spoke, and Aemond could see little nicks and scars confirming her story.

He continued to sit in silence, staring at her. It was kind of jarring, going from nothing but the sound of the waves to hearing this other person who seemingly has no boundaries. A bundle of weirdly cheerful and optimistic energy in a pale pink dress. It had been mere moments but he already knew he'd never met anyone like her.

"But," she continued, "I did find things to be really super good at it. I draw, my penmanship is perfect according to my septa, and I'm good at remembering things which might not seem like a feat, but I remember dates and people and family sigils, my father says I'm like a walking history book. That's what you must do, find something else to be super good at."

Aemonds eyebrows furrowed,  wheels in his head turning. Of course, it mattered that he didn't have a dragon. He was the son of the king. It was a disgrace for him not to have one but a small voice said perhaps she was right. Maybe if he put more effort into his studies or using a sword then he would outshine the rest. Maybe he could still prove his worth without one, though his heart longed for one and there was a pull in his blood to find one.

"They would not care. They'd still tease me," he spoke finally and it was the truth. They would continue to tease him no matter what he did. It seemed to be the only thing the other boys liked to do; it truly was something that bonded Aegon with his nephews, it seemed. A shared torture of Aemond.

"But why do you care?" She asked with a tilt of her head and her eyes narrowed slightly as she awaited his answer.

She seemed genuinely interested in his answer, in him and his feelings. It was weird. Why would a stranger care? There had not been another child who did care; when other children visited The Keep, they almost always joined in with the others in their torment. Or they simply ignored him altogether. He thought over her words; their taunts affected him mainly because they were right. He was different. How could he be feared or respected if he had no dragon?

He could feel the emotions in his throat, making his voice sound thick as he tried not to cry. "Because they disrespect me! Because...because they're right. I'm different."

"That's true," she nodded, "You're different, but why is it bad? They're boring. My mama always told me that people were only rude or mean because they had no other way to be interesting. Mama was right. Your brother, your cousins, they aren't interesting or unique. They're mean because they have nothing else to be, it's all they have."

"They have each other. They have friends."

"You have me. I'll be your friend."

"I don't even know your name."

"My name is Avella. Avella Tyrell. And you're Prince Aemond. Now we can be friends."

~

"Are you even listening to me?" Lance Tyrell stared at his daughter across the table in their guest apartments in the Keep.

Avella nodded, her eyes focused on the deep red liquid in her goblet as she sloshed it from side to side. This was a nightmare. She spent most of her life avoiding Aegon if she could,  she's not liked him for one second. She had watched him tease his little brother relentlessly, watched him drink and whore his way around the city and the castle. She'd heard the whispers of noble women being rushed moon tea after they fell for his advances.

And now he was to be her husband.

"It's a good match. He's the firstborn son of The King," her father went on to explain rather matter-of-factly, not seeming to notice or care about the turmoil going on in his daughter's mind.

"The other vassal houses' faith in the Hightowers is crumbling. They've always looked to us as an example during those times and this will reinforce their loyalty to the Hightowers as you are marrying the grandson of Otto. It will strengthen our position," he continued after he received no response.

It felt like the world was crumbling around her, Avella started nibbling the skin of her inner lip and shook her head. "I do not wish for this, father." She spoke softly, barely heard across the table.

"Avella," Lance sighed in exasperation, his hand running over his beard. "This is what is needed for our family. One day we may be the Liege lords, with many vassals under us, and this connection to the crown is invaluable. The Hightowers are simply buying themselves time with this union before they fall out of favor."

Her silent gaze caught his, swallowing back tears as she silently pleaded with her father to take back this proposal and marry her off to someone else. Anyone else. She'd rather go live in the cold and snow of the North. She knew her duty, that she'd never marry for love and that was something she'd long ago come to terms with despite any girlhood fantasy of being swept off her feet. But she wanted to marry someone kind or honorable, someone who, at the very least, would show her respect and guard her dignity.

Aegon was neither kind nor honorable, he would disrespect her for sport and subject her to a slew of indignities as he would never be faithful to her or to stop spending his night lost in his cups. The most she could hope for was for him to quickly give her children and then leave her alone, a rather sad and lonely way to spend the rest of her days.

The thought of living at the Red Keep filled her with dread as well. Everyone was fake, perhaps not Heleana or Aemond but neither of those two seemed to want for a friend or company. The only company she could hope for would be that of the noble ladies and she couldn't stand them as much as they couldn't stand her. Talk of gossip, gawking at cute knights or lords, sewing dresses, the fake friendliness they all exuded, she wasn't suited for it. She would rather spend time with her friends at home,  Jeyne and Cait, who would go on walks with her or draw and read with her, whom the conversation extended past which Lord had taken a mistress that week.

Not to mention it was hotter than she was accustomed to.

The silence between them grew thick and uncomfortable. Lance had not seen his daughter as an independent person since she entered her teen years, moving from an attentive father who seemed to relish in her company to a man who wanted to marry his daughter off to be the broodmare for some noble lord and bring the family new connections. She missed when her father was her papa, when he would play with her and read to her, when she felt safe with him. She looked at him and wondered where that man had gone. Had she done something? Was he deceiving her all along? Was it perhaps something else entirely? It mattered not,  this was the reality she was faced with. It may just take a moment for her to come to terms with it.

"This is the best you could ask for, truly." Lance tapped his fingers against the table and took a swig from his wine. "And, in time, you will become queen."

His last words came slowly and her brow furrowed. Rhaenyra was the heir; everyone knew that. King Viserys had made that clear. Even if she wasn't, Aegon was not meant for the throne. He couldn't be a good king, he didn't know how. There wasn't one good bone in his body. The discipline it would take, the self-control, was something the prince had never possessed.

"Rhaenyra is heir," she answered simply.

Her father chuckled and shook his head, "The realm will not accept her. Law and tradition all dictate that the firstborn son shall take the throne. Once Viserys is dead, Aegon will take the throne and you will be his queen."

"And if I do not wish to be queen?"

The question made the tension boil over; Lance slammed his goblet down on the table. "You will marry him, you have no choice. You are my daughter, you will do as I say."

She swallowed thickly, standing up as tears welled in her eyes. "I'm glad it has served you so, father, that I was born a daughter and not a son." Without another word, she pushed past the guards and left the room.

~

She paced back and forth, fidgeting with the ring on her finger. The only thing lighting the courtyard was the stars and the light of a few torches. Her room felt suffocating, the pitied looks of her handmaids made her stomach turn. It wasn't hard to sneak out and use pillows to make it seem she was asleep in her bed. Her fingers twisted her ring as she thought.

Perhaps she could run away? She could cut her hair and bind her chest, giving herself to The Wall. She could steal a horse and ride for Dorne, hoping to be shielded there from her father's cruel agreement. Or board a ship and sail far away to some distant place in Essos. Anything to get away from this place. To get away from her future, it made her feel like she was suffocating or being buried alive.

Aemond had arrived at the courtyard with the same purpose. He'd heard the news whispered by servants, and he had his mother confirm it. His world came crashing down around him, though he was better at hiding his inner turmoil than most. His feelings for her, he was starting to recognize, were more than mere attraction and had evolved from the friendship of their youth. He didn't label it yet, afraid to speak into existence because if he did, then it might hurt more. He didn't know if he could stomach seeing Aegon with her, not just because of his feelings towards her,  but because he wanted better for her. He wanted a husband who would see her for what she was, who would respect her, hold to his vows, and be a friend to her.

Aegon would be none of that.

He wanted fresh air, he wanted to hit something really hard with his sword. He wasn't expecting to see her out here as well. He watched silently for a moment, the feelings of anxiety radiating from her were so palpable he could almost taste it. Would it be inappropriate to approach her? After all these years of avoiding her and the distance that had grown between them, it was hard for him to imagine her wanting him there.

His resolve was broken when he saw her lip quivering and her arms wrapping around herself, the sound of the broken sob in her throat that she was trying desperately to silence. He didn't touch her; he simply stood there for a moment until she noticed him.

"Prince Aemond," she straightened up, wiping her eyes quickly.

He swallowed at the formality of her response. "I remember a time when you only addressed me as 'King Almond', even in letters," his voice was soft as he moved closer to her.

Avella laughed at that, eyes still watery from her unshed tears and her throat thick with sobs yet to come, " 'Ella and Almond," she said softly referring to their childhood nicknames.

"You were always the more creative of us," he smiled a rare sight for most but something that was all too common around her.

"I had to be creative. All you did was brood in the library; it would have been dreadfully boring if I hadn't," she smiled softly at him.

A smirk tugged at his lips, "Are you saying you found me boring?"

"You insisted on reading the texts in High Valyrian. I do not speak High Valyrian."

He couldn't help but laugh softly and she joined him. Her tears seemed to subside and he just watched her a moment. She looked beautiful; in the stars and moonlight, she looked like a goddess.

She was a goddess to him, he'd worship at her alter for eternity if only she allowed.

"Mother told me the news."

The last sentence seemed to change the atmosphere between them. He didn't know why the words pushed past his lips when they were so obviously enjoying each other's company. Perhaps it was self-sabotage, hurting himself now so as not to open himself up to hurt in the future.

Her smile faltered and she looked at the ground, a sobering return to reality. "Oh, yes," she wet her lips. There was no use forcing a smile, Aemond would see right through it.

"I..." He didn't know what to say. Apologize? It wasn't his fault and he knew she would remind him as much. Confess his feelings to her? That was crazy and would just make her feel worse or push them further apart. Offer to take her away to Pentos where they can wed in secret? That was even crazier.

"I do not wish to continue with this silence if you are to live in the Keep," he confessed, and it was true. "I have missed your friendship."

Avella nodded, "As I have yours. I have been dreading the loneliness and boredom of this marriage, having my dearest old friend back will make it all the more bearable."

Dearest old friend. Aemond smiled at that, nodding his head. "I think it would do me good as well to have you here again. You have always been kind and caring. A gentle soul would do me good."

She nodded her head, her heart felt full as he talked of her so fondly. She had been worried he no longer cared or that perhaps she did something to ruin the friendship. Questions of why he had shut her out flitted through her mind but she pushed those back, promising herself to ask another time.

"As for boredom, perhaps I can help with that too. You will be a Targaryen by marriage; I think it would do you well to learn our histories. I know how history has always been of interest to you." His words ignited a curiosity inside her belly, an excitement.

"Perhaps you could teach me your family's native tongue as well," Avella asked with a questioning gaze, wondering if he would refuse her request or not.

Aemonds eye twinkled, "Perhaps I could."

She felt emboldened that he accepted her first request, a sly smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Perhaps you could teach me to use a sword."

This time Aemond chuckled softly, nodding his head. "Perhaps I could," he repeated.

It was incredible how fast it seemed their friendship was repaired. It felt the same as when they were young. The atmosphere, the banter, it was easy, and it seemed to simply click back into place in mere moments.

Avella felt relieved that she would not be alone here, that she had her dear friend back. Aemond alone would not be able to cure the loneliness that she was sure to come in her marriage, and she would still miss her friends at home, but it was better than nothing. It was better than simply being stuck with Aegon forever.

"When is the ceremony going to be?" Aemond asked; again, the atmosphere became tense at the reminder, but Avella seemed to be feeling a little more at ease.

"Within the fortnight. We are waiting for my family to reach Kings Landing. My brothers and grandmother are to attend." She spoke, fidgeting with her ring again and worrying her bottom lip with her teeth.

He simply looked at her for a moment. "While it might not offer much in terms of condolences, I will say I am grateful that you are aware of who he is. What is to come would be much more unbearable if you were not."

She nodded, shaking her head with a soft smile, "Ever the pragmatist aren't you?"

"It would be more harmful to you if I was dishonest and pretended that it wasn't what it was."

"I do not disagree. But we are speaking as if I'm marching to my death. Perhaps he will simply ignore me."

"Perhaps."

They fell into a comfortable silence. His presence was calming to her and knowing she had her best friend back eased her nerves about what was to come. It was that, mixed with the late hour and intense emotions of the day that caused a blanket of exhaustion to fall over Avella.

She yawned, looking at Aemond. "I must go to bed or I will fall asleep here. Will I see you tomorrow?"

He nodded towards her, "You will. Goodnight 'Ella."

Avella couldn't stop the bright smile stretching across her features and Aemond felt his heart stop at the sight.

"Goodnight Almond."

[shoonyaanantaatman]

Message From Your Spirit Animal!

Pick A Pile Reading

(Left to Right--- Pile1, Pile2, Pile3)

Hey, Senstea Souls!

This collective reading is regarding a special message that your animal spirit wants to convey based on your current energy. In case of personal readings feel free to drop a message in my Tumblr inbox.

Take a deep breath and read.

Pile 1

Tarot cards- 10 of wands, 6 of swords, 5 of pentacles, 2 of pentacles, Knight of wands, 8 of swords, 9 of wands

Spirit animal- Cheetah

Hello, pile 1. It breaks my heart to say this but some of you have stopped believing that there's even a purpose in your life. Definitely, you're going through a burnout. There's only so much a human can take. You feel stuck and anxious. I hear, “Bandaids don't fix bullet holes...if you live like that you live with ghosts.” Your masculine energy is overactive. You have no idea how to stop working or thinking. Overproductivity is something you're definitely struggling with. You're barely managing things. You don't want to keep juggling. I feel you're stuck in a monotonous cycle that is eating you. Seriously drop every damn thing you're carrying. You NEED a break! If there's any victory then it must be done over our mind. You work so hard I do not doubt it. But please stop now. Only you can help yourself. The light and warmth you're looking for are not in the outer world or someone else's approval. It's within you. Your spirit animal is pretty clear about it. It's asking you to find that light within you. I see that you kept doing one task after another in the hope of something turning in your favor. But you're doing something terribly wrong! You must turn toward God/source/universe or whatever you believe in. Surrender. When nothing works out we surrender. Don't worry you're not going to miss out on anything! Whoever you are working with and whatever you are working on needs to be kept aside for some time at least. I also sense that you take all the responsibility even if your body doesn't permit it. You're being unfair to yourself. Answers will come to you just stop thinking. Don't push yourself to find the right way of doing things. When God's Will comes to play whatever you do turns out to be right. JUST REST FOR A WHILE. Connect with friends and family. Give time to your relationship with God, friends, family and most importantly YOURSELF! This is not the time to set goals and run toward them like crazy. Give space. You're not your work. I sense strong Aries and Leo energy in this pile. Let your work rest. Just focus on staying calm rather than hyperactive.

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Pile 2

Tarot cards- Page of swords, The devil, 6 of cups, 9 of pentacles, The emperor, 3 of pentacles, Ace of swords

Spirit animal- Fire Ant

Hello, pile 2. I see that you guys are studying or working towards a goal. You are completely engrossed in it. But at the same time, I feel there is a disturbing emotion that you are ignoring but is bothering you. You are pretending that it isn't there. You need to take charge and heal the past hurt. You have become quite stubborn regarding this hurt and do not want to listen to the truth or your inner wisdom. Your spirit animal wants to tell you that whatever you are trying to achieve will soon be here but you better heal yourself from the past hurt or it might affect your decision regarding the blessing that is coming your way. You're sensitive pile 2 so don't try to show that you're not. Someone hurt you or tricked you and now you've become completely closed off to the purpose behind that pain and have just given yourself a narrative that is not serving your highest good. Heal yourself. Let go of the negativity and negative patterns to enjoy the blessings that are coming for you in the future.

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Pile 3

Tarot cards- Page of cups, Page of pentacles, The hermit, Seven of pentacles, Five of swords, The magician

Spirit animal- Camel

Hello, pile 3. You guys have a calm and goofy personality. Some of you may be very creative and would love traveling. You have big dreams and hopes. Your imagination makes it easier for you to live in this world. You are also very comfortable in your company. Your animal spirit appreciates these qualities but is here to warn you about losing touch with reality. You need to be patient with yourself too. You cannot hurt others in the pursuit of finding your happiness nor you can let others steal away your innocence. Yes, only you may be able to do what is needed to be done. But you have to understand that it must be done the right way. You don't need others to achieve your dreams. Don't focus on what's no more there focus on what you still have and make the best out of it. Because you can! You have everything to manifest anything you desire. Just don't be in a rush. Find a balance between work and play. Also, take time to prepare, don't be overconfident.

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[pixie-felix]

I’ve woken and realized there was a much easier way to accomplish my point last night and that it was unnecessary to begin with. The first three questions would still be cool if you want to answer those but you can just delete everything after that lol

- 🥝

Okay, so I'm giving you a very gentle flick on the forehead right now. And a big sister squeeze. And then getting down on my knees and apologising for being so bad at replying to things.

They're all there in my inbox, waiting. I read them as soon as you send them, and then it's just a balance of trying to find the time, energy, and privacy to reply 😅😭. I promise I WILL respond to them all🫶

Other than what you sent last night, the most recent messages I have from you are one that's a response and elaboration on the "please don't edge me" reblog, and then one from about a week ago filling in our Chan sidequests :)

Please do feel free to check in any and every time you're worried about glitches and things, because I don't want to miss out on any of your words! I've got the house to myself from tomorrow I think, so writing will be a lot easier.

I think you and I are quite similar in a lot of ways. The way you write your thoughts down is a lot like how I think in my own brain. So please believe me when I say this is a safe space where you can type out all your thoughts 🫶 because I am really, really honoured that you feel comfortable enough to share them with me 🫶

I promise I'm never ignoring you, I'm just disorganised and overwhelmed by life recently. Also, it may not seem like it because I'm really friendly and chatty, but I'm actually extremely introverted.

For example, this week I have three in-person commitments, on three consecutive days... and I know it's going to knock me out for at least a week, more likely two. To be honest, I'm already quietly panicking.

Usually I max out at two per week, with at least one days rest between them. All three of these commitments are with people I know and love, but it's still going to be a bit of a struggle.

Maybe that was a bit of a ramble, but I think you understand what I'm trying to say. Low energy, easily overwhelmed... it's not that I don't want to reply.

So please, send me as many messages as you want, and you can always poke me if there's one you want me to reply to especially- I won't post the one where you ask, I'll post the original one you sent. Does that make sense?

Now, onto the q&a... (omg I've never been asked to do a q&a before, I feel special. Is that sad? I don't care 😁)

1. What’s your favorite color?

I like sunrise/sunset colours :) pinks, oranges, yellows, reds. There aren't any colours I don't like tbf. Bright colours and shiny tend to get my attention. I'm basically a magpie. Or a crow.

2. Random show, movie, book, artist you like?

One of my favourite books of all time is Heartless by Marissa Meyer. It is best summed up by it's tagline on Goodreads: Long before she was the terror of Wonderland—the infamous Queen of Hearts—she was just a girl who wanted to fall in love. It's... it's just wow. I'd recommend reading it after you've read the original Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass so that you can catch all the little references and homages. It's incredible. Oh, and it will absolutely obliterate your heart. The first time I read it, I read it seven times in one week. It wasn't until my mum said "Do you think you keep reading that book because you're waiting for the ending to change?" that I was able to put it down. And go ugly cry in a corner.

3. Are you a morning or night person?

When I'm healthy, I'm awake during the day. Which is an interesting way of putting it, and I guess answers the question pretty well. But I'm gonna keep typing anyway. I like being up in the morning. But yeah, I'm naturally a night owl. I find it easier to be creative when it's dark outside, when everyone is asleep and I know that there will be no distractions. Also I love sleep, but I just really hate going to bed. Luxurious sunshine naps all the way.

Okay, I think that's everything for now.

Oh! Tell me which which ask you want me to reply to first :) there's some brilliant older ones, or would you rather I answered the new ones now and get to the older ones when I have more energy? Or do you want me to answer them chronologically? Let me know 🫶 love you Kiwi 🥝🥝🥝🥝🥝🥝🥝🥝🥝🥝🥝🥝🥝🥝🥝

[butts-bouncing-on-the-beltway]

hey, feel completely free to discard this question if you just don't have the space to answer it--i am aware shit is Busy For You right now lol. i just wanted to ask you specifically because you're the only person on tumblr i follow who has expressed, like... similar restrictions to what i have? similar awareness of what's going on in the world and feelings about it? but no pressure to respond.

that said, you've spoken a lot about being very restricted and limited in your community engagement due to COVID, and like... i'm struggling with that right now. i haven't been able to Leave The House And Engage In Community in actual years at this point, because even with reaching out beforehand and requesting things change, no community-building groups in my area are like... actually willing to even baseline require masking at all, and i'm... very unsafe in those situations due to medical problems, you know how it is. i'm struggling with being able to find community at all, much less figure out how i can actually materially help and build community. i've tried to organize my own structures for building friendships and community support networks in spaces where i run filters, require universal masking, etc, and what has happened is that... nobody shows up, no matter how intensely i try to do outreach about it. it seems like the generally accepted notion, especially in anarchist social circles around here, is that people/structures that require COVID precautions are... overreacting, limiting other people's freedoms, and generally untrustworthy as community.

i just wanted to ask, as someone who's faced similar limitations, do you have like... any advice for how to navigate this and actually contribute to building strong communities and support networks without putting myself and my loved ones in danger? i'm exhausted, i'm burnt out all the time, and i'm pretty much entirely isolated from anyone other than a small handful of similarly-isolated people. i want to Have Support Networks and i also want to do my part to make the world a better place. but i've been struggling for years now and i keep failing in ways i never did pre-COVID. whenever i see posts talking about how the only way to truly make a difference and have support networks yourself is to get offline and engage in your local community, i *agree*, but i feel infinite frustration with the fact that i *keep trying* and it feels like i'm just expected to expose myself + my loved ones to the risk of early death and further disability as the tradeoff for that.

i hope this wasn't too much for your inbox, and again, please don't feel like you have to answer this if you don't have time/energy/space, i hope your move is going well and that you're able to take some time for relaxation and rest!

Hey Anon,

I feel your pain, I really do. And I'm not going to try and pretend that the answer I'm about to give you is a fair or just one at all.

I have made peace with the reality that I cannot control what others do, I can only control my own decisions and actions. What this tends to end up looking like for me is making really careful, considered decisions about my own personal level of risk and protection, trying to utilize pritective mechanisms that I have control over like respirators and santization procedures, home and vehicle air filtration, etc.

Rather than trying to start new spaces from scratch, I have spent time slowly and gently pushing for stronger protective measures within the spaces that already exist and which I engage with. The more I get to know the people I'm collaborating with on projects, the more likely they are to be responsive when I point out that my safety is compromised by lack of COVID protective measures. By building off my relationships with people to make those asks, it feels more doable for people to accept them from me. People don't like making changes for strangers, but they'll often make much larger accommodations for people they know and have grown comfortable with.

I recognize that all of this puts the weight of accommodation on you, as the disabled person. And that isn't fair or right. I'm not answering this question based on what I think SHOULD be true, but rather based on what has been effective for me in the past. It sounds like you're someone who already puts a lot of energy into your efforts to engage with your community, so maybe having that energy be used in different ways will yield results that feel less exhausting to you.

I want to validate up front that this does sometimes mean missing out on events, campaigns, and projects I would otherwise have loved to be a part of because I can't always justify the exposure risks. It also means sometimes having difficult conversations with people I know who have different value judgements about COVID precautions. It can be important to be honest with yourself about your level of risk, your realistic amount of control over that risk, and how much you want to let those factors influence and restrict your life.

We're all human, and we need community as much as anything else in our life. It can be exhausting and alienating to constantly feel as though the world is an unsafe place for you to exist. Unfortunately, sometimes the only remedy to that is to stubbornly insist on existing with love and fire and persistence.

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“i’m the last person that wants to hurt you, y/n,” hongjoong leaned himself back on the cushions, “and even then — i’m not considered an option on that list in the slightest,” shaking his head

you looked at him for a moment, his split dyed hair falling in front of his face by a few strands while the rest was tied back in a messy attempt of a manbun, you wanted to believe him, you really did.

but san’s words echoed in your head, the aftertaste was bitter and hongjoong noticed your shift in mood when he cleared his throat, “i was the one who told you that, by the way.”

lifting your head to meet his gaze, you scoffed, “what is it with you deities and mind reading?” laughing softly after

sighing in thought, hongjoong shrugged, “i try not to do it, but i know your brain is also probably running with a lot of questions,” he leans forward and straightens his posture, “and i want to answer as much as i can.”

“when did you tell me those words?” you asked, wanting to know why the intense deja vu was constant after seonghwa came into your life and the others following behind

everything and everyone was familiar — they all knew something but you, it was obvious in the way they spoke and how the three men all said that the answers you craved — they had.

but how did you for sure know when its their words against each others?

hongjoong looked at you for a moment, contemplating many things before extending his hand to get the water he was drinking and pressed it against his lips, “eighteen sixteen,” he voiced, taking a drink before setting it down, trying to read your expressions before continuing, “i told you those words in the year eighteen sixteen.”

seonghwa was losing his mind.

you hadn’t come home and your energy was undetectable for him to find you — it made his blood run cold and if he had a heartbeat, he was sure it would have given out

“no, you can’t,” his voice croaked, hands in front of him as he fell forward onto the the desk with a hoarse throat, “you won’t take them from me again,” grabbing onto one of the books that resided beside him, chucking it at the picture frame that held a painted portrait of himself and the seven others — hongjoong’s side of the frame cracking slightly

echoing sobs, seonghwa was left in his ruins before he heard a door open, head instantly lifting to see you looking back at him with concern

“seonghwa?” you hurried to him, checking to see if he was hurt and it only wounded him more internally

he wanted to ask where you were, who you were with — hands latching onto you, he thought he lost to them again, “y/n, where were you?”

you swallowed, gulping down your fear before you looked at him, seonghwa didn’t want to read your mind this time — he wanted to trust you. he needed to.

“after san talked to me,” you began, his grip tightened onto your bracelet which resulted in you responding with a shaky breath, “i was on my way back home,” you continued

home.

seonghwa looked at you with glossy eyes when you said the words — something small yet meant too much, “and?”

“hongjoong was waiting for me at my car,” you told him and he froze

you didn’t think you could ever feel anything that was negative towards seonghwa at the moment — however, he failed to tell you a lot of things

he wasn’t required to say such immediately after only being with you physically for a week at most, but you needed to know what you were getting yourself into, who gets married to someone they don’t know in any sense of the word?

you, apparently.

“what did he tell you?” he cupped your cheeks and you melted in his touch, his eyes boring into you, you trembled before croaking out sobs

you stayed quiet for a moment before replying, “why didn’t you tell me we did this before?”

“what the fuck did you tell them?” seonghwa’s voice echoed down the halls until it followed with a door being forcibly slammed open, his tall figure making his way to hongjoong who was sitting with mingi and wooyoung

wooyoung gasped, “not even a proper hello?”

hongjoong exchanged glances with mingi before he pulled wooyoung aside to not cause any unnecessary damage to current the situation

but realistically, what is their quarrels without wooyoung’s unwanted input?

“i’m not asking again, hongjoong,” seonghwa said through clenched teeth, “you know i hate asking twice.”

hongjoong slipped off his gloves, making sure to drag it off slowly and holding the eye contact in the process, grinning when he earned the reaction he sought after, seonghwa slamming his fists on the table and knocking off the game of chess they were all playing

“hey! i was winning!” wooyoung whined, mingi standing so he could direct the raven haired man into the other room, his eyes shooting daggers into seonghwa before leaving

“i simply answered their questions,” hongjoong stood, replying nonchalantly while he picked up the chess pieces, seonghwa watching his every move like a predator hunting its prey, “you think you’re the only one with a side to this story?”

humming, hongjoong set the pieces nearby and looked at seonghwa, “we all have a part of this whether you want to admit that to yourself or not,” he shook his head, “history repeats and when y/n meets one of us, the others will fall like dominoes.”

“i won’t let them near y/n again,” seonghwa snarled prompting a loud mocking laugh from hongjoong in response

“are you that dense?” he questioned, “you were the one who brought us back here again,” stepping forward and closer

“i tried to have y/n live this reincarnation as a normal person, none of us plaguing it,” hongjoong continued, his index finger shoving its way to seonghwa’s chest, “they had everything blocked and none of us could seep through, fucks sake, they were my best friend before all of this and i knew i finally had to stop being selfish and let them go,”

seonghwa flinched at the memories before opening his mouth to speak, hongjoong stopped him, “out of my hands, y/n got into that accident, and met jongho again, and thats when things turned,” his voice started softening

“jongho?” seonghwa questioned before the door opened

“no, even better,” a voice echoed off the walls, hongjoong and seonghwa turning to see who it belonged to and scold them for a bad joke

no words were able to come out, yeosang standing at the door with a prideful smile, “hope you didn’t start the y/n reunion without me.”

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[delzinrowe]

try not to make too many assumptions. some people do a weird thing where they wait a period of time to reach out following a date. ( i dont personally do that. i think that's dumb and outdated but i know many people that do and it's not always with bad intentions behind it.)

dating is like playing a stupid game sometimes. if you haven't texted him yet, you could shoot him a text saying something simple like "i enjoyed seeing you today :)" and keep it short and breezy leaving the ball in his court so that you can leave the door open for him to follow up. but if you have text him already, try not (and i know it's hard) but try not to let your anxiety lead you to bombard him or anything.

if he does ghost you, that would be a bummer but screw anyone that doesn't have the common decency to let you know they're no longer interested. do what you can to no expend too much of your energy into this one person and don't let their interest determine your self worth! i'm sure you're a catch!

if this is a common occurence, perhaps, try some self reflection and attempt to recall if there were any moments in the date where perhaps there was a mood shift that you missed and think about what might've contributed to it. but even then, DO NOT let it get you down too much! dating is trial and error. you'll find your person eventually!

I initially wanted to keep this in my inbox but I decided to answer it now.

For me personally it's hard not to make assumptions or jump to conclusions too quickly, that's cause of my BPD. I am trying, really fucking hard to keep it inside, because if I keep it to myself and eventually someone explains why they did or didn't do something then it's easier for me. Usually I would be too hasty and irrational, do something stupid like texting some really irrational stuff and ruin the entire friendship/relationship. That's the curse of Borderline.

The thing is that the only common thing on all my dates is me. So the issue must be something I said or did, and if I didn't notice it, then it's something I subconsciously do or say, which just makes it all the more harder to pin point. Since this is how I am I don't really intend to change much, I wanna get better mentally wise but otherwise I think I'm not the worst person. I'm just ugly, overweight and boring.

But yeah. Thank you for all the kind words and the reassurance.

Here's an update on how it all went:

After the date I texted him (like 5-6 hours afterwards to reflect on it after being anxiety-ridden on the entire drive back home). And I kept it casual, saying something liek "I had a really great time today" and waited until he responded. Which to me seemed dry and uninterested, cause I'm anxious and self-conscious.

It went like that for like a day or two. Short messages, somehow a little dry. The following day I texted him "haven't heard from you, are you okay?" and I asked after his relative (the one in the hospital), to which he replied that he died. So I expressed my deepest condolences, and from then on I kinda kept my distance cause I don't wanna accidentally say something tactless. But I let him know that if he needed to talk or just reminisce about his relative I'd be here to listen. Since I know sometimes it's easier to talk to someone who didn't know a person. If you talk to family they will interrupt or disagree, cause family sometimes sucks. He thanked me and such but afterwards I didn't hear from him for 3 days, so I sent him a follow up message, asking if he's okay and if he's at least eating and resting.

He didn't reply for a few more days, which just really made me sad. But he was grieving, so I tried so fucking hard not to interpret it as something else, cause I didn't wanna be selfish.

A few days ago he messaged me "I'm back home" followed by some other messages. Being the unfiltered person I am I just said "damn, didn't know you weren't home". and he explained that he was out of the country for the funeral. So it made sense to me that he would probably spend the entire time just with his family, I don't know what country he was in so I don't know if he even had wifi or data, and let's be real. I'm just someone he knows for barely 2 months, I wouldn't waste data on just anyone either.

And since then we're kinda talking daily again, I just can't determine if he's actually interested in me or not. Neither of us have brought up cuddling since the date, which to me is a bad sign. I know he's busy and all and probably still sad and grieving, but if he was interested still he might have asked for a second date by now? Idk.. I just thought maybe by valentines day things would be looking brighter and we'd be on another date.

Idk how to handle shit well cause I've mostly always been alone and no one was ever interested in me. I probably would still think he's uninterested if he wrote "i like you" on a billboard. I'd just me like "..as friends, right?"

Anyways, that's the update. Yesterday my depression kinda got more to me so I was irrational and texted him that I might not reply for a day or two. He seemed very understanding.

[goldenempyrean]

Maybe one with a sick Kate x reader with “I’m just a little under the weather that’s all” and “Did you come home just to look after me?” You always write Kate so well 💕💕💕

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〚 Notes - I wrote this last night just because honestly this req was collecting dust in my inbox and it deserved to be done :) Also God the level of hate on here rn is unbelievable :,) Still doing my 1k fics too dw!! 〛

〚 Pairing - Kate Bishop x Reader 〛

〚 Summary - When Kate decides shes gonna go home to rest, you already knew that you were going to be right there beside her. Cute, dorky comfort ensues. 〛

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“Hi Kit-Kat.” Your cheery voice chirped down the phone, as you sat in the break room of your office, “You on you’re lunch break now too?” You asked before taking a bite from the sandwich in your opposite hand. 

“Yeah I’m on my break now too.” Kate responded only her voice sounded different - it lacked her usual energy and excitement. But there was something else too and it wasn’t until you heard her sniffle quietly that you finally registered what was wrong. 

“Are you feeling oka-“  

“Hh’utshhiew!” Her sudden sneeze cut you off from your question and you could practically hear the embarrassment in her tone when she quietly mumbled out a small, “Excuse me.” 

You shook your head out of habit and gave a sympathetic sigh, “It’s okay, bless you. I was going to ask if you were feeling alright but I think I’ve already got my answer. I guess that lil’ nose of yours jumped ahead to reply.” 

She hummed in response and you heard the sound of tissues being opened in the background, “I’m just a little under the weather that’s all. There’s been something going round all week.” 

That part was true. You remembered her saying something about being short staffed due to everyone being out sick, if you’d been a little wiser you would’ve taken that as the hint to stock up on some medicine and tea. 

“Im probably gonna go home early.” Your girlfriend’s slightly congested voice said finally and you couldn’t help but worry a little.  

She was usually so stubborn about these sorts of things, there’d been that once time when she’d spent the night throwing up and had still insisted on going into work the next day. So for her to admit she was thinking about coming early was definitely a sign that she really wasn’t feeling too good and that she definitely needed some TLC. 

“That’s probably a good idea baby, you go home and rest, okay? Oh, did you have your lunch yet?” You asked softly, she sometimes had a habit of forgetting to look after herself properly and you knew that this would only make her feel worst. 

There was a second a silence followed by a quiet, “Not yet, I’m not really in a mood for it. It’s like I- Hih- shit, my nose fricken itch-Hh’iiitshoo! ‘tschioo!” She sniffled, giving a small stuffed, exhausted exhale as you heard the sound of more tissues being drawn, “Sorry sweetie, s’cuse me. What I was trying to say is that I don’t really have an appetite. It’s just like food has no appeal whatsoever.” 

"Aw, my poor baby," you cooed sympathetically. "I'm sorry you're feeling like this. It's no fun being sick. You get yourself back home and into bed. My lunch is almost over so I need to go but I want you to go straight home, alright?” 

“I will.” She stopped to cough a couple of times, whining a little afterwards, “I lodes you.” 

You smiled, finding her congestion-hazed words utterly adorable as you teased her a little before ending the call, I ‘lodes’ you too.”  

It wouldn’t just be her going home early though. You’d just finished typing out the email to your boss asking if you’d be allowed to call out early, offering to take up some extra hours in return later in the week.  

With the email sent, you quickly finished up your lunch, feeling a mix of concern and anticipation to see Kate. You gathered your things, bid your colleagues farewell, and headed out of the office, making your way to the parking lot. 

As you drove home, your mind raced with thoughts of how you could take care of Kate and make her feel better. You made a mental note to stop by the pharmacy on your way home to pick up the supplies and you tried to make a list of things you would need: cough drops, some medicine, tissues, and definitely some ice cream (for her throat of course, not just to satisfy your carvings. 

Arriving at your apartment, it wasn’t long before you found Kate curled up on the couch, wrapped in a cosy blanket as she wore your go to ‘lazy day’ outfit. She looked even more tired and worn out than you had expected. 

Setting down the bags of supplies on the coffee table, you approached her and gently placed a hand on her forehead to check for fever. It was slightly warm, confirming your suspicions. "Hey there, sweetheart," you murmured softly. "Let's get you more comfortable, shall we?" 

“Y/N? What time is it?” She mumbled quietly and you showed her the screen of your phone to answer, “Did you come home just to look after me?”  

You nodded, a tender smile gracing your lips. "Of course, my love. I couldn't bear the thought of you being sick all alone. Plus, I missed you, even if you're a little under the weather." 

She let out a weak chuckle, sniffling and rubbing her nose with the back of her hand. "You're such a sweetheart.” 

"Anything for my Kit-Kat," You replied, using the endearment that always brought a smile to her face. "Now, let's get you settled in bed. I'll make you some tea and bring you a bowl of soup. How does that sound?" 

She nodded but then stopped when something else came to mind, “Do you think we could shower first? I’m kinda sweaty.” She grumbled in a disapproving manner earning a small giggle from yourself. 

“Of course baby, come on my dear, let me escort my fair lady to thy holy shower.” Your hand was offered out to her in an exaggerated, medieval manner resulting in a small smile from the feverish brunette as she took it gratefully.  

Kate sniffled as the two of you reached the bathroom and you curtesy’d with a welcoming smile as you opened the door for her. 

“You’re such a dork.” She giggled a little even though the action had left her coughing hoarsely afterwards.  

Turning on the shower, you let the hot steam fill up the room as you began carefully undressing her, making sure to shower her with kisses and love as you did so. You’d just gone behind her to unclasp her bra when Kate turned her to head to look back over her shoulder a little. 

“Y’know what you are?” Her words were a little blurred by both congestion and fever, maybe that steam was a little too hot. You’d make sure to turn that down before she got in. 

But still, you gave into her babble, “What am I sweetie?” 

“A dork-a-saurus-rex.” Katie smiled before ducking her head down into her hands as she sneezed loudly, which was quickly followed by a displeased “Ew… Gross-a-saurus.” 

You couldn’t help but laugh at the situation, “Come on then lil’ dino. Let’s get you washed, ey?” Your encouraging words were enough to coax her into the (now a lot colder) shower. 

As the water cascaded over both of you, you began slowly massaging her knotted shoulders. When you lowered your hands to your surprise l she turned as if she was going to hug you but instead she let her heavy head rest of your chest before ultimately wrapping her arms around you (turns out she wanted that hug after all). 

"You're taking such good care of me," she murmured, her voice muffled by the sound of running water. "I don't know what I did to deserve you." 

"You don't have to do anything to deserve my love," you replied sincerely, pressing a tender kiss to her temple. "Taking care of you comes naturally to me. Now, let's get you all clean and refreshed." 

Carefully, you reached for the bottle of shampoo and squeezed a small amount onto your palm. As you lathered her hair, massaging her scalp, Kate let out a contented sigh.  

"Mmm, that feels nice," she murmured, closing her eyes.  

You smiled, continuing to work the shampoo through her hair with gentle strokes. After rinsing her hair, you reached for the body wash and started lathering it up. As you began washing her back, Kate tilted her head back up to look at you. Her eyes were filled with gratitude and affection, despite the fatigue she was so desperately trying to fight. 

But to nobody’s surprise her fatigue won and you helped a very sleepy Katie climb out of the shower and get dry. 

Once she was wrapped up in a fluffy towel, you guided her back to the bedroom. The room was cosy and warm, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a soothing ambiance.  

You helped her into fresh pajamas, carefully tucking her into bed. "Alright, my sweet Kit-Kat, it's time for some rest," You whispered, sitting down on the edge of the bed and stroking her damp hair away from her forehead.  

She looked up at you with drowsy eyes, a faint smile on her face. "Thank you, baby.” She whispered, her voice hoarse and weak. "I don't know what I would do without you." 

You leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. "You don't have to worry about that, my love," you reassured her. "I'll be right here by your side, taking care of you until you're back to your vibrant self." 

She closed her eyes, leaning into your touch as you continued to stroke her hair. "I love you," She murmured, her words barely audible. 

"I love you too, Kit-Kat," you whispered back, your voice filled with tenderness. "And I’ll be right here when you wake up.” 

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JJK men and a male reader

So I died and came back. Now my inbox is filled with a lot of Jujutsu Kaisen stuff with a male reader, so I looked around and noticed there aren't a lot of male writers or even gender neutral ones, meaning that's what I'll be doing for awhile. This first request is...

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JJK boys with a male s/o

Warnings: aged up and language oh and some nsfw stuff cuz that's what they wanted.

Characters: I. Yuuji, F. Megumi, G. Satoru, N. Kento, R. Sukuna, T. Aoi

I. Yuuji

Isn't hung up by you being male, I feel as Yuuji got older, the more open minded he became. His sexuality was something that evolved as he aged and had a big change in his mid teenage years when he was exploring himself. Into his late teens he began seeing people of all types of representation, he simply did not care how they presented themselves.

That leads us to you, our gorgeous male that has Yuuji simping. All seriousness, this man loves entirely, some might even find it to be smothering. He is the type to text you paragraphs of good morning and goodnight texts, always leaving something for you to eat in the fridge, brings something home because it reminded him of you, and always always makes time to call you before a mission.

Yuuji always has random thoughts about you. Like, "Should I make his favorite tonight?" "I wonder what he's doing." "Oh....that would look so cute on him, should I get it?" "AH this charm has our initials on it! that means it was meant to be!"

If you're a sorcerer, Yuuji d e m a n d s to be your partner on missions and he will have a fit if someone says no. Is constantly stressing himself out over your well being, even if he knows you can handle yourself. always asking about your technique and is amazed every time he sees it. Very protective, stands in front of you a lot and when he see's you struggling he doesn't hesitate to get the curse's attention regardless of his own situation.

Also just because I feel like he would: Yuuji gave you a promise ring when he realized you were the one he wanted to be with for the rest of his life.

He has this need to prove to you that he is a fit partner, Like showing you he can cook, has his own place, very responsible with his money and what not.

The type of guy to send you a million snaps a day. He will literally show you everything he did that day and wants the same in return.

Every date with him somehow includes a physical activity. Going out to dinner? chances are Yuuji will see an arcade and more specifically the DDR in the background.

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In terms of sexual stuff, Yuuji seems like a top, but has definitely thought about bottoming and upon trying it- was not into it. Does not matter if you're much bigger than him or not, he will top you. However, Yuuji is rather submissive when it comes to his partner, he will say yes to whatever it is you want. You want him to be soft and gentle, he'll do it. You want him to absolutely wreck your ability to walk, he'll do it.

The first time Yuuji tried stuff with a guy, he for sure looked up if it would hurt and read that anal could be very painful, was TERRIFIED that he would hurt the guy. Definitely was asking with every movement if he was okay. With you he's more confident, but still askes if you're okay throughout the event.

Man is simple, likes very intimate positions where he can see your face. Heavily into pleasing you, he tries any kinks you're into even if he's not that into it. Loves being praised, it just does something to his brain, in that same line- any sounds you make go straight to his dick. Really enjoys marking, is proud to cover you in them too.

The type of guy to enjoy eating you out, like fully sit on his face. Plus it helps his dick slide in smoother.

Yuuji will lose his mind if you say you want to milk him. Yuuji usually never thinks about his own pleasure, so when you want to pleasure him until he's empty, mans is not readyyyy. Just stutters out an okay and proceeds to go stupid when you start.

Conclusion

Yuuji loves you entirely. Trusts you 100% and would do anything to keep your life stable and happy. Yuuji just wants to grow old with you tbh, so in love with the idea.

If you were to break up with him, he would be devastated, unable to continue on for a long time. I mean he placed his everything into you, why would you do this to him?

all in all, it is a very stable relationship as long as you don't take him for granted because he is prone to letting people use him.

F. Megumi

Definitely did not care you were male. Megumi cares about a person's mentality, their goals and dreams, the way a person carries themselves. When Megumi met you, he found you quite attractive, your drive is what lured him in and from there his feelings developed.

Megumi is subtle in showing his affection. Little touches here, sticky notes meant just for you, always carrying 'extra' snacks. It actually might take you awhile to notice his affections for you, simply because it is so subtle. Megumi seems like the person to wait until you confess. However. Megumi would confess if he gets pushed to or knows he won't get rejected.

Once he confesses, his love is soft and soothing with a hint of awkwardness. Megumi in the beginning would be showing affection through words and small acts of service, always telling you how much he appreciates you and doing things for you. Some of these things would be things like picking up snacks for you, doing your laundry, leaving you some of his clothes. He likes to do these things without you knowing because I think it lessens the embarrassment he feels doing it.

Even if you are in a long term relationship with him, he always gets flustered by you. Megumi is naturally reserved, so telling him I love you with sincerity will cause him to malfunction. Poor boy freezes and stutters around his words while avoiding eye contact.

Now, physical contact in this relationship is a tell tale sign of how much Megumi trusts you and loves you. Megumi is the type of person to reserve physical touch for someone he completely trusts, so with you, this will let you know his true feelings.

Touch would start with closeness at first, just grazing hands or bumping knees, but would develop into hours of intimate cuddling because he's touched starved. KISSING, oh my lord- his kisses tell you everything he feels. so intense, no matter how soft he kisses you.

if you're a sorcerer, Megumi is the type to go on missions with you, but doesn't complain if he can't go with you. However, worries a lot and contemplates going after you. Unlike Yuuji, who would go to literal war, Megumi trusts your strength a lot. The only time he is like yuuji is against a particularly strong curse. Loves fighting together though, it shows how much you trust him.

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Megumi gives me verse energy. Like he was a top for a long time, asked you if he could bottom once and was surprisingly into it. So now when the mood arises, its whatever you guys are in the mood for. You guys often take turns.

His first time was with you- Megumi just seems like a late bloomer and you were the only person he did stuff with. He's very gentle because he knows it can be painful, I think sexually his fear is not being good enough for you, so give him as much reassurance as you can.

Now this boy is rather kinky despite his personality. Loves when you beg, drives him mad to hear your pleas and whimpers. Likes the pain of you needing something to hold onto when he tops which results in scratches down his back and the pulling of his hair. Doesn't think condoms are necessary because you're the only person for him in his eyes- aka likes breeding. When he bottoms, he enjoys riding and wants to see your face as he does. Do not get it twisted though, he's very much into you messing him up and railing him.

SEND THIS BOY NUDES. DO IT. Mans will sprint home if he has to. Don't do it too often or he'll get used to it. Maybe like once every two-ish weeks. Or better yet do it while he's on a mission. Megumi always tries to answer you, so expecting something serious, he short circuits when its just a pic of you in some underwear he thought he ripped the last time you guys were intimate.

Conclusion

Shy boy into some kinky things with his partner. It might take him some time to develop a deep relationship with you because he's scared you'll leave, but as long as you provide him the security he needs, he'll stay by your side indefinitely.

If you were to break up with him, you're just like his dad in his eyes and the betrayal would result in him locking many people out. Unlike Yuuji, who's emotions pour out of him, many wouldn't know Megumi is barely scrapping by.

G. Satoru

Gojo doesn't give a rats ass how you present yourself, he lives by the motto "a hole's a hole." What truly would make Gojo invest in more than casual hooking up is your personality. Gojo needs someone who doesn't need him and doesn't care about who he is in the sorcerer world. Someone like that would capture his eye rather quick and this man is like "Eh? I'm GOJO SATORU, you know top dog?" and you would just blink and go back to whatever it was you were doing.

Shows off so much trying to impress you. "ne ne (Y/n) did you see me squash that special grade into dust?" *sigh* "Yes Gojo, I also saw you split one into a thousand pieces and turn another into a ball." so unamused by his abilities.

The one time he saw amazement cross your features is when he was playing the piano (I feel Gojo's other talents were never looked at and everyone saw him as this god like being, all he wants is someone to look at other things he can do.) and his heart skipped a beat. Because his first goal was just get into your pants, he was quite surprised you were more interested in his normal talents. This is where he begins showing you his real side, still a teasing man child, but he begins asking you about your interests and seeing what you have in common.

The more he learns, the harder it is for him to find a way not to commit to you. You see Gojo subconsciously looks for a reason to leave, he hates being tied down and is super flighty. Then there's you, ticking all his boxes without even knowing it. There's only been one person to do that.

So he takes a leap and goes for it. He's still scared that he'll get burned like last time, but he's willing to try.

One of the requirements to being with Gojo is you need to be strong in your own right. Gojo is an extremely powerful man with many enemies, so his partner must be able to handle themselves. Being a sorcerer, Gojo would B E G you to go with him on literally every single mission and would throw the biggest tantrum until you say yes. Sometimes when he's being particularly childish, he'll stop fighting the curses to watch you do it. "You can do it (Y/n)-chan, if you win I'll give you kisses." Takes everything in your power not to launch your technique right at him as he sits there with his shit-eating grin.

This man in the beginning of your relationship is immediately extremely handsy. Just all up on you all the time, but little do you know is, this is really a protective measure for when you're out of the house. At home, he's still handsy, but you can just feel how different it is. He'll come and fall asleep on you, stand behind you when you're doing your skincare routine, always following you around the house.

Overtime, you'll become his place to rest when he needs to recharge. You're the only time Gojo gets a break from being at the top. It makes you wonder if he ever truly gets to be normal.

Overall, Gojo's love is deceptively delicate because his personality is quite childish, he uses it as a mask to hide how he's really feeling. So you might think everything is going swimmingly until he ups and leaves you. Once he starts showing you that real side of him, that's when you have him wrapped around your finger.

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This man is incredibly horny. His stamina is very high and he's very kinky. Gojo is a dominant verse whore. It doesn't matter if he's taking or giving, he's always in control. Honey you were not first and you might not be the last, this man is very confident in pleasuring you.

Gojo like I said, is incredibly kinky. He enjoys degrading you, overstimulating you until you beg him to stop, he wants to break you and make you only crave him. Seriously, you might want to think about a safe word because this man won't stop until you're not even speaking coherent sentences. In saying that there are somethings that you can try (key word 'try') to do to make him lose his mind. One of those things is a blowjob, his dick is incredibly sensitive in certain areas, so he'll become a mind-numbed mess if you're good enough. Another is softly begging in his ear and saying how he's the only one who makes you feel this way aka call him your god in bed and he'll bust right then and there.

Phone sex. Legit will call you if you guys haven't been together for a few days and all you hear are his whines and groans. "Guess what I'm doing cutie~"

THIS MAN- you're never safe to answer your phone because one time you opened the snap and it was him lazily jacking his dick. You have a small heart attack every time the notif is a snap from Gojo, just praying you can open it in public and 9/10 you can't.

The type of guy to get handsy in public places. Just in your ear like "Baby pleeeeasssseeeee can we fuck in public, I promise you'll still be able to walk when I'm done."

Conclusion

Gojo is a rollercoaster of a relationship that needs it's rider to be okay with a lot of distance for awhile and sudden disappearances. Without the right criteria, the relationship is doomed to fail.

If you were to break up with him, he would immediately sleep with as many people as he can to numb himself from the pain of having a hole ripped right through him. He'd go back to that childish personality, but you can feel the edge in his words despite his tone.

N. Kento

Nanami gives me 'gave up on the sex of my partner ages ago' energy. Like he has tried relationships with a lot of people and realized all people suck. So you being a man means nothing to him, you just have to prove to him you're not shitty like everyone else.

The type of guy that takes you out on proper dates in the beginning. It's usually dinner because of his job, but sometimes he'll ask you to lunch. Nanami will bring you small gifts like flowers or Knick knacks he thought you'd like.

Nanami likes someone a little younger than himself, probably around 23-24, they still have that idealistic thought process but with realistic foundations. He likes someone who can be serious, but still enjoys things like joyrides or going out bowling.

Nanami is a very uptight guy, so you're going to have to work to get him to relax. When you do, this is when he starts to see you as long time partner rather than someone who is just for fun. Literally goes from stick up his ass, to a big softie that just wants to curl up in bed with you. He'll start smiling more and doing intimate things like bathing together.

Nanami would probably rather have someone outside the sorcerer world so he doesn't have to think about work when he sees you. He wouldn't complain if you were though, gives him a lot less to worry about since he knows you can handle yourself. Doesn't even stress when you go on missions by yourself, he respects your strength.

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Now Nanami is moderately kinky. He's definitely a top and will not change. He's into ddlb (dom daddy and little boy for my innocents out there.) Very much into control and making you take it, he's not one for brats and will tame that shit right out of you. Doesn't need a safe word, he's very good at gauging your reactions. Really really into deep throating and you better learn how to breathe or you'll be struggling. Likes breeding, so he would be glad you can't have children.

Conclusion

Nanami’s love is traditional and straight forward. He likes routine to a certain degree and that degree ends at stable relationship, everything else is not that fun without a level of risk to him, but he likes that when he comes home, you'll be right there.

if you were to break up with him, Nanami would sigh and say he told himself so. He's hurt, but it'll solidify that people are still and always will be shitty.

R. Sukuna

Sukuna does not do love. period. The only way I could see him giving notice to someone is if they are powerful, someone who can bring him amusement. Sukuna only does thing for his own entertainment end of discussion.

I’m going to be using post-Yuuji Sukuna, so he’s restricted by Yuuji himself and can’t outright cause chaos at all times. This way Sukuna has to spend more time with people than he’d like to, normally he would just kill something once he’s bored, but now he has to deal with them.

Noticed your technique through Yuuji and was amused, much like Megumi, he thought your curse technique had a lot of potential to be devastating. As Yuuji spent more time with you, Sukuna began noticed more things about you, like that you cooked better than Yuuji, were extremely versatile in battle with your technique and so on.

The type to notice your attraction to him and act on it. He can’t really do much since he’s in Yuuji’s body, so he’s going to work with what he’s got. Didn’t care if you’re male or female, he just likes a strong partner so he can go harder during sex.

Your relationship would start with being his toy, something to bring him pleasure that is all. With Sukuna, you must both respect him and not fear him. He’s very big on respect and trust, but hates when someone he views as ‘important’ fears him because they’ll betray him the second they can. Everyone else can fear him, he doesn’t care.

Sukuna is also highly unpredictable and unstable, be prepared for death at a moments notice tbh. He’ll kill you if he feels like it. In a deeper relationship, Sukuna is a hard pressed tsundere, saying things quite harshly. Saying things like, “Here brat, I don’t need you breaking just yet.” “Dumbass, that curse was stronger than you.” “I took care of them because you’re weak.”

Trust between Sukuna and you is a game of high stakes chess, one wrong move and you’re nothing but trash to him. However, succeed in earning his trust and you’ll be rewarded with a loyal man. Though Sukuna hates showing vulnerability, so he’ll treat you the same in public places that he would treat anyone else. Alone, he’s alright with whatever as long as it doesn’t annoy him.

Surprisingly protective. He’ll kill curses he deems are a problem to you or rip a person limb from limb if he found a hair missing from your head. Doesn’t understand why you don’t let him handle it, he’s way stronger than you.

Is almost never soft with you unless he’s extremely tired or just waking up. Holding you as close as he can and telling you not to go. Don’t bring it up either, he’ll end you if you tell anyone.

Will never tell you, but likes touching you, you’re very soft compared to him. He’s the type of guy to have callous from years of fight and doesn’t really care about his skin to much because he’s a God in his eyes.

Would rather surrender himself to a church than admit he gets slightly giddy when you remember small details about him. Like this man has a lot of history, so when you know a tiny random detail about him, his non-existent heart shutters a little.

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This man is extremely kinky during sex. I pray for your well being because honestly I don’t know if you’re going to live through sex with him. A dom top period, that last person to even insinuate they could top him was added to his innate domain permanently.

He’s into completely dominating you and make sure you know he owns you. B I G into impact play, slapping you a lot until you’re a beautiful red. Degrading and humiliating you, honestly would let people watch so they know that you’re his property.

Actually really likes his partner to be a brat, man loves breaking you and turning you into a submissive bunny just for him. Honestly he just likes pushing people beyond their limits, like really into emotional play, he wants to see your expressions when he does something. Ooo objectification, will use you like a foot stool and sit on you. Man in general will work you hard.

In saying all that, immaculate aftercare because he knows your mind is too far gone to remember him being this caring and soft for you. Literally bathes you and gets you into bed curled up on him. Also makes sure your body didn’t sustain a lot of damage during sex.

Do. Not. Taunt. Sukuna. It will not end well. “Huuuh? You think you can handle more little boy?” Eyes narrowed and smile too tight. You’ve awoken the beast and he’s not going to leave anything unbroken.

Conclusion

Sukuna’s love is... well a bike ride through hell? To be honest you’ll never know if he loves you. Everything about him is highly unpredictable and dangerous, you could end up as worm food in seconds.

Breaking up with Sukuna... you’re joking right? You don’t have the balls to tell a man who could split you into a million pieces with a flick of the wrist, you’re breaking up with him , right?

Seriously he’ll kill you, no hesitation. It’s either realize you’re stuck with him or die. I think most people would assume he never cared at first, but he did care and now you want to leave him? Absolutely not. He set everything down for you and he’ll be damned if he lets you live without him.

T. Aoi

(First and foremost- why is it so hard to find Toudou headers.)

Okay, I’m sorry but Toudou to me is a straight guy, so I can’t really see him with a male. But, if it were to happen, I think it would go like this:

Being childhood friends with Toudou, you were used to his eccentric personality and sometimes extreme antics.

This man is EXTREMELY comfortable with you. You guys grew up together, so some of the things you guys do together would definitely be seen as way too much for friends. I’m talking sharing the same bed, bathing together, using each other’s things without permission. To you guys, you’ve been doing this since you were little, so neither of you think twice.

I think there would be a trigger that would make Toudou realize he’s more into you than being friends. Like maybe someone flirting with you, he’d at first think he’s being replaced as a friend, but it’s much deeper than that. Definitely debates in his head about what he’s feeling toward you. After going back and forth with his type of girl in his head, he’ll come to terms with it.

This is when he’ll start noticing things he’s never payed that much attention to before. Things like how small you’re compared to him, the way clothes fitted to your body, how pretty you actually were and most important difference- how he’s never noticed you have the fattest ass he’s ever seen.

Seriously this man’s sexuality went from women to women + you.

Toudou isn’t the type to wait either, as soon as he knows how he feels, he confesses. He’s the type of guy to say “take it or leave it, that is how I feel.”

You kinda just stand there. Like, huh? Toudou are you feeling okay? Have- have you been cursed? There’s no way, Toudou middle name pussy pounder Aoi just said he was into you romantically... right?

After the shock, you reciprocated his feelings and began dating.

Now, this man- S U P E R affectionate and devoted. Always wanting to hold hands or link arms. He loves cuddling and playing with your hair while you sleep on him. Puddy in your hands if you give him a massage.

Toudou is immensely dedicated. He knows your favorite foods down to the amount of salt you use on your fries, knows what sizes you prefer for hoodies, shirts, button ups and so on, and this man knows your favorite movies by heart.

He’s the type to buy you something simply because you said it was starting to give you problems.

Lovvvvessss dates. I mean he’s a hopeless romantic, he wants to take you on really cheesy dates that you’d see honeymoon couples go on.

The type to want to match clothing or jewelry.

If you’re a sorcerer, he’s wanting to train everyday, he likes seeing you in action. Double points if you can match him in strength too. He respects your strength enough to not worry about you, he’s confident in his S/o’s abilities.

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Top. Enough said. Ok but seriously, he wants to clap you cheeks so bad.

Toudou has the biggest size kink too, I’m talking like he’s the type to point right at your navel and say “I’m right here baby~ can you feel me filling you?”

His definitely into railing. His favorite position is the mating press, allows him to hit deeply and as hard as he wants.

Lovesss when you whine and beg. He wants to see how much you can take before your begging him to let you cum.

The type of guy to leave your ass a nice reddish purple color. Just two big ass hand prints on you ass and hips.

✨i m m a c u l a t e✨ aftercare. It’s almost like he’s worshipping you when he’s cleaning you up and making sure you’re taken care of.

Conclusion

Being with Toudou is like being with an Aries, he’s high energy and can get easily bored. He enjoys someone who excites him both mentally and physically. Loves a challenge. Toudou’s love is like a concentrated ball of sunlight, it’s hot and bright. He’s overly devoted to you and tells you how much you mean to him all the time.

If you break up with him, he’s the type to hold his head high until he’s alone and then he breaks down, crying into his hands. Thinking, “Was I too much?” “Maybe I wasn’t enough?” He’s confident, but he’s still a person with insecurities.

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HEADCANONS + GOJO SATORU || sweet but ‘scary’ s/o

request: How would Satour react if crush/future s/o was sweet and caring person, but could turn into a deadly assassin badass when they need too?

note: i feel like you’re a returning requester because the of the typo for gojo’s name lol. I see you reappearing in my inbox so much. i’m chilled with it, it makes me happy that you enjoy my writing enough to come back c: i did change the request a little cause i couldn’t finish it after writing half of the headcanon lol - so i hope you don’t mind c:

i based this around this post!

pronouns: them/they

everyone knows you as the ‘sweet and warm sensei’ that everyone can turn to when things start to get too much

a parental figure that will listen to their issues without judgement, or feeling the need to give them advice; just someone who they can just rant to without needing to hear anything back in reply 

on days where they are just overwhelmed with work, you’d come into the study room with bags of snacks, asking if they want to go to the rec room in their dorm for a well deserved break

you’re the same for your co-workers/fellow graduated classmates - when you were a student in the college, you are considered as the sweet and caring senpai who bakes snacks for everyone

so you cannot believe their shock when you had gotten together with gojo - to which everyone threatened gojo at least twice to take care of you; unless he wants to feel their wrath 

and i headcanon that even though gojo always claims that he is the ‘strongest sorcerer alive’ - an angry shoko never fails to send shivers of fear up his spine

but in general, after awhile they realised that somehow, you managed to tame the ‘wild and rambunctious’ gojo satoru into becoming your doting and ever loving boyfriend. who is still a huge pain in the ass, but at least he is loyal lol

you’d help to do the group laundry on your off days because you hate the idea that everyone is running out of fresh clothes, whilst teaching nanami and haibara how to use the washer and dryer (cause nanami gotta learn how to be the perfect man from someone)

on days when you’re on dinner duty, no one misses them because you cook the best and most warmest meals for them all - makes them miss home a little less

although you always have this super sweet and caring front, there was a side to you that gojo had never told anyone of; it’s nothing bad. but when he first saw it, he was definitely taken back

he witnessed it when you are sent on a mission together - there were a group of troublemaker kids who had entered an abandoned hospital that had been inhabited by a Special Grade that seemed to be trapping them inside

so you two were sent to go and retrieving the kids if they are alive, but your job is to exorcise the curse no matter the outcome 

gojo knew that you hated that answer, so he allows you to drag him about the many hallways of the school, trying to find the young kids before the curse gets to them

when you found them, your motherly side came out as you fussed over the sniffling and crying kids; using the small first aid kit you had on your person of all time to help them clean and bandage any scratches and wounds they had on their body

gojo was annoyed that you seemed so focused on the kids, but he still stood guard like you had asked him too; arms crossed and an annoyed pout resting on his face

he was about to whine to you again, asking when you’re done when he freeze at the sudden strong source of Cursed Energy that was radiating from somewhere

he had just turned to warn you when a sudden blur passed him, causing him to blink his eyes in shock as he glances over at where you were moments ago; only to be faced with equally shocked kids

“wha-” he mutters before he turned to poke his head out the classroom you had taken refuse in, just in time to see you with your weapon drawn and already stabbing the Curse without hesitation

he was stunned at the sight of his lover, his sweet and kind bunny, going absolutely ham on the Curse; exorcising it within a second

gojo just stared at you in shock, which was rare as it is; his mouth parted in awe as he watches as you dust yourself off and made your way back towards him; your kind smile painted on your features once more

“well - shall we leave then?”

gojo had gone back to the college with you after you had dropped the kids off with the cops; unsure of how to bring up at how different you were when you are serious and have your head in the game

because of this, he had never really told anyone about this side of you; since he really saw no reason to reveal it. he just learns to accept it, and that it is just another part of you that he loves as much as he loves you

fast forward a few years, now you and gojo have been together ever since the third year of high school; having raised megumi together as a couple, and had officially became one of the teachers of the school

many of the students had yet to see this ‘side’ side of yours. whilst people like nanami and ijichi had seen it first hand; and had both unanimously decided to never piss you off

however, your beloved students just saw you as the sweet sensei who made them muffins and cakes on their birthdays, who teaches them things they’d need to know to become an adult

you’re a familiar pillar that they can lean on during the darkest of times; so they never believe when Yaga-sensei or Nanami try to tell them that beneath that kindness there is something that they should watch out for

the students cannot imagine their kind and soft-spoken sensei to be this scary killing machine that is known to be one of the best sorcerers to deal with heavily infested areas

they had no reason to believe so - until Yaga-sensei had approved for them to shadow Gojo-sensei and you for your latest mission

they stood at the side with Nanami and another First Grade Sorcerer to watch as the both of you entered the abandoned office block on the outskirts of tokyo

you had noticed the students, and after giving them a warm smile and wave you and gojo made your way inside of the building as the curtain was completed; blocking the outside world from looking in

at first the students were not sure what they were actually waiting for, since they couldn’t really see any action from where they are standing - which was the entire reason for their trip 

they questioned nanami as to why they had to stand at such a distance away, but nanami just held his hand out and told them to be patient and wait for a few more moments

suddenly there was a huge bang! before what seemed to be a figure shooting out from the exploding rubble; a manic glint in your eyes as you spun your weapon in your hand so it pointed downward as you started to fall 

the students watched in horror and shock whilst you seemed to be having the time of your life, gojo just standing behind you with a soft grin as he protected your back; yet made no real move to get in your way 

they watched in horror at the sigh of you exorcising the Curses around you without hesitation, a dark and determined look shining in your eyes. a far cry from the sweet smile you always have on your face

no one knew what to say as they continue to watch as you exorcise the masses of Curses. too shocked to really process everything happening before them. even megumi was stunned, since he had never seen this ‘dark’ side of you before

whilst gojo looks like he was having a blast, even cheering you on from the sidelines, nanami was just shaking his head with a tired sigh

“so much for ‘educational purposes’,” nanami hummed tiredly as he turned to the other first grade sorcerer, who just smiles back in response. “shall we grabbed some hot chocolate for the kids? there is a cafe that we passed whilst driving over here.”

when the other person agreed the two of them started to usher the kids away, nanami waving off gojo’s whine of how he was going to be missing the best parts

“you fawn over your lover by yourself, gojo - i am going to make sure the kids don’t go into further shock then they already are.”

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[tangleweave]

Are there any writing elements that you sometimes find difficult? Monologues, character engagement, setting, progression, dialogue, other?

What subjects / genres do you find yourself becoming the most passionate about when you’re writing?

When working on items in your inbox, do you spread out the answers, queue them up, or work on them all at once?

Does fatigue affect your ability to write or do you always have energy for the grind?

[ Roles to Play / Accepting ]

Out of that list, progression can be a particularly difficult one for me. I've faced occasional criticism for being too verbose with dialogue and description, but I feel the keenest struggle just trying to move one scene on to the next (just ask my D&D group!).

Regarding genres, I'm most passionate about sci-fi and mid/high fantasy, and that's what I tend to write most frequently. Regarding subjects? Back when I was working in behavioral services, I wrote a variety of essays speaking very passionately about the importance and difficulty of the work I did. They've had a minor bit of circulation on social media, and I've had co-workers circulate them among staff on campuses I worked for. Although I've shifted careers, I can still write with a great deal of passion about the necessity of those types of services (and also a desperate need of an overhaul in mental health maintenance).

Currently I spread out the answers. If I were a smart man, I'd queue them up on a lazy schedule of one per day. I have too many articles in my inbox to do a shotgun blast of them all at once... although I've tried to do it anyway and then just gotten burned out. Live and don't learn, that's me. 😅

Fatigue absolutely affects my writing, both in quality and in overall production. Ten years ago, I would have the energy to go all night without letting my keyboard rest. Now? If it's after 8 pm, I struggle to get words I can spell on the page -- and that's before checking them for structure or coherency! There's also a different brand of fatigue I suffer... I don't read nearly as much as I should. Can't shoot with no ammo.

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Come With Me

Culinary major! Soobin x food vlogger! reader; just some teeth rotting fluff

Word Count: 3.35k words

Mellow speaks: So I finally completed this long overdue and super fun request!!! Honestly, writing this was just so amazing, and I kinda drew Y/N based on my own self, so I hope you enjoy reading it!!

Rushing into his apartment, Soobin didn't waste a single minute in discarding his bag on the floor, rushing towards his laptop and turning it on. As the screen booted, the final-year culinary major prayed to the gods for the livestream to not have started yet. The winner of the contest from last month was to be announced at the beginning of the stream, and even though Soobin didn't have any hopes of him winning, he couldn't help the tiny voice at the back of his head saying, "What if?."

He was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard a voice, sweet and velvety as always. There you were, on his screen, the biggest of smiles plastered on your face, making him feel warm all over. Y/N L/N, his favorite food vlogger in the world, ready to start another livestream. Soobin had always been more of a silent supporter, his introverted self being too shy to even post a comment under any of your videos, partly because you had a habit of replying to as many of those comments as possible, and he knew for a fact that he would combust on the spot if you were to ever reply to his praises of you.

You see, he greatly admired your love for food and your wanderlust. He was also a great fan of the way you spoke, and the way you articulated your ideas and thoughts. Truth be told, he genuinely liked you, and not just your voyager self. Watching your videos over the years, he had found himself developing a small crush on you, knowing full well that it was probably just him being starstruck. So, gathering all the bravery he had, the boy had finally pressed "Send" on the application form for the competition on the last day, after contemplating it for God knows how long.

There had been only one question on the form, asking respondents to describe what food meant to them. A smile had graced Soobin's lips as you answered it, pouring in his most sincere thoughts on everything culinary. What had pushed him to participate, you ask? It had been the prize, of course. A chance to hang out with none other than you yourself, through a one-on-one video call. He had always wanted to see you in person, to tell you how much your vlogs meant to him. How they had helped discover his own love for food, had helped him find his happiness in the kitchen.

And that had brought him to right now, biting on his fingernails as he listened to your regular introduction, one that he knew by heart and repeated after you, subconsciously. "Hey my food-holics! How are all of you doing today? Hale and hearty, I hope!," you said, following up quickly with a brief overview of the contest, before announcing the winner, as Soobin waited with bated breath. "All your answers were amazing, and I could relate to so many of them! It really sucks that we can only have one winner, since you're all winners to me!," you smiled, and he caught himself copying your expression. "So now, the winner of the contest, and the person who gets to be my new friend, is @aglio_olive!!," you exclaimed, clapping your hands as your eyes crinkled up in joy.

The fact that you had just announced him as the winner of registered belatedly, as Soobin was busy gushing over how adorable you had looked while clapping. He felt his mouth drop open, finding it hard to focus on what you said next. "I'll be contacting you via email shortly," you had said, and that was all it took for the rest of the livestream to go by in a blur for him, as he waited for your mail, checking and re-checking his inbox every two minutes. But it wasn't until the next day that he finally received what he had been peeling his eyes out for. An email from your official account (or that's what he figured), informing him that the meeting would take place on the coming Saturday, at 6:00 pm. Now all he had to do was wait three days, but it was easier said than done.

By the time Saturday rolled around, Soobin was equal parts bubbling with excitement and panicking with nerves. Reluctant to trust his own fashion choices, he had called over his best friend, Yeonjun, hoping to get some much needed guidance. "Should I wear this suit? Or will simple tracks be better?," he had asked, making the older boy shake his head as he patted him on the back. "My friend, Y/N's neither your professor, nor your friend. You're meeting them for the first time, so why don't you just wear something comfortable, that would make them feel at ease too?," he smirks, throwing a plain blue hoodie his way.

As the clock struck 6:00, Soobin found himself seated at his study table, ready to start the meeting. He had even prepared cue cards to help him if he got stuck, and they were propped conveniently next to the laptop. He reached out for them, but just at that moment, his screen came alive with someone waving at him with a smile on their face. Awestruck, he simply waved back, too tongue-tied to say anything. "Wow," he thought to himself, "They look so much better without makeup." A couple seconds later, a new kind of panic set in. "Am I staring too hard? Is it creepy? Should I look down? No but I need to keep eye contact!"

Little did he know, you were having similar, if not identical thoughts. "Wow, no one told me he was gonna be this cute. Blue suits him so well! I'm no staring, am I? Should I speak first? Or should I wait for him to say something?" This finally resulted in the both of you speaking at the same time, something you would later smile about. Because saying "How are you? I'm Soobin," and "I'm Y/N! How are you?," helped you crack into laughter, breaking the ice and easing the awkwardness. Once you had gotten past the niceties, it was time to get to know each other better. The cue cards lay unused, as Soobin just spoke about whatever came to mind, praising your vlogs and thanking you for teaching him more about cuisines. You, on the other hand, took the time to get to know him better, asking him questions about what it was like to study culinary science, something you had never gotten the chance to do.

The hour-long virtual meeting flew by in the blink of an eye, or so it seemed to the both of you. Talking to you, Soobin didn't once feel that you were a stranger or that he was just a fan. You seemed like a genuine and warm person to him that he couldn't help but admire you even more than he did before. To him, somewhere during the meeting, you stopped seeming like a famous vlogger anymore, and instead, all he saw you as was a friend. You, on the other hand, had made up your mind about him being the most interesting person you had ever met, and couldn't stop a sad sigh from escaping your lips as you looked at the time. "Well, Soobin. It's been a pleasure meeting you," you had said, making him smile wistfully.

The moment he had logged out of the meeting, he found himself missing you. He thought back on how nice you had been, smiling when he pictured your face, your hair slightly messy but not too unkempt, an oversized hoodie thrown over your body. To him, it had honestly felt like he was conversing with a friend, and he couldn't bring himself to let such an amazing person walk out of his life. So, without thinking, he began typing out an email to your account, his finger hovering just above the "Send" button. He stopped short though, realizing that your official account wasn't meant for personal mails, and realizing that he had no other means to contact you. Pouting, he fell face-first onto the bed, his energy going down all of a sudden.

He woke up to a "ping," indicating an email on his phone. Unlocking it, he noticed a mail from an account he had never contacted before. Clueless, he clicked on it, the phone nearly falling out of his hand as he read through it. It had been you, after all, reaching out to him through your personal account, and telling him that you had loved talking to him, and would like to be his friend. And thus began the most beautiful friendship either of you had ever forged, full of memories even though you hadn't met each other.

Late night video chats and good morning calls became a ritual, and Soobin found himself busily typing away on his phone every free second he got. You told him all about your escapades and trips, sending him photos and urging him to try cooking whatever you ate and whatever you liked. He, on the other hand, would teach you to cook, sending you tips and giving you suggestions on what to eat. Food was an intergalactic part of the relation you shared, but it was far from being the only thing.

When things got hard for him, you were there to push him towards his dream, reminding him day in and day out that he would have to give in his all to achieve it. "You'll be the greatest chef one day, Soob," you'd giggle, causing him to let out a whine as he said, "How would you know? You haven't even tasted my cooking yet!" He too, was there to provide you a taste of what it felt like to be grounded to one place, to have everything you wanted right next to you. He was there for you to cry to when someone posted a nasty comment under you video, and he was there to virtually feed you when you missed a home-cooked meal. Inside jokes became a thing, as did bitching about classmates and complaining about managers.

Over time, your friendship started blossoming into something more, as Soobin found himself catching feelings, real feelings, for you. The way you smiled, the way you would bite your nails just like him as you went through what people had to say about your videos, the way you cracked stupid jokes and laughed at them alone, he found himself loving them all. He had given his heart out to you, and he didn't want to take it back. You, meanwhile, had been a bit more careful of your feelings, wary of harboring any hopes for a long-distance relationship. But over time, you too, found yourself drowning into the oceans that were his eyes, watching the way his lips moved through the screen, imagining them on yours. Over time, you too, felt your feelings grow, but being your stubborn self, you didn't act on them.

Days turned into months, and soon enough, you were keeping Soobin company through his late night study sessions, talking to him in the hopes of keeping him awake. Helping him prepare flashcards, and letting him teach you a full four-course meal so that he could practice for his practical exams. "What are you gonna do once you graduate?," became a regular question you posed towards him, and every time, it was the same reply. "I don't know yet, Y/N. I want to do something like you. I want to travel the world and learn about different cuisines first-hand."

As Soobin's exams drew nearer, you found yourself bring just as worried as he was, worried about how he'd fare in the examinations, worried about what he'll do when he gets his degree. But keeping your concerns aside, you did your best to push him to do his best, study that last chapter, practice that last technique, memorize that last recipe. "I just wanna sleep, Y/N," he'd whine, only to have you let out a giggle at how adorable he looked. "It's for your own good, bub," you'd reply, your smile somehow managing to give him the strength to put in just a little extra effort.

Seeing him work so hard, you couldn't help but want to give him a surprise by congratulating him in person when he graduated. So, you decided to plan a trip to Seoul, shooting a film vlog just an excuse to finally meet your closest friend, and the person you had a crush on. You had initially wanred to keep the plan a secret, but soon realized what a waste it would be to not use it to your advantage. And so started your ingenious way of getting Soobin to hit the books. "I'm coming to Seoul after your exams, but I'll meet you only if you put in all your effort," you'd tell him, repeating it like a mantra day in and day out.

In response, the boy would pout and whine about how he "hated" you, but started putting in double the effort, just to make you proud. Your tactic seemed to work, but Soobin was still nervous. Nor about the theory, but about the practical exams. "What if I don't do well on the exam? It happens all the time on Masterchef," he said one day, looking into your eyes as you attempted to calm him down. "I know you'll nail it, Binnie," you replied, smiling at him through the screen. "Just think about what makes you happy while you cook, and you'll be good to go." As if on a whim, Soobin muttered out a soft, "You," causing your breath to hitch as you asked him to repeat. "You make me happy," he said again, looking down as he felt his cheeks growing warm. You couldn't help but smile at his sudden confession, sending a virtual kiss his way. "Now go study, you idiot," you giggled, proceeding to tell him about your day as he pored over his books.

The day of his practical exam rolled by, and as you had said, Soobin decided to cook while thinking of something that made him happy. He thought back on the day when you had told him about a delicacy from a city you had visited, and had convinced him to teach you how to make it. The memory alone made a smile appear on his lips, reminding him of how happy the two of you were. And so, that's what he cooked, passing his exam with flying colors. He was so happy he could have kissed you if you were there, and he told you that, causing a laugh to escape your lips. "I'll be there soon," was all you said, fighting to control your excitement.

Soobin passed with flying colors, earning his degree fair and square. And the one person he wanted to thank for it, was you. As you had promised him, a week later found you roaming the streets of Seoul, as you hurriedly made your way towards his college, ready to finally meet him at his convocation. Climbing up the stage to accept his degree, his eyes were busy scanning the crowds, eager to see your face. When he couldn't find you, however, he felt his smile falter, as he took in a gulp.

"Where are you Y/N?," he thought to himself, hand itching to check his phone that was lying in his back pocket. You had told him you'd be here on time, so then, where were you? Just as he feels himself falling deeper into his thoughts, he (like everyone else in the hall) hears footsteps running down the corridor, finally revealing you standing at the entrance, out of breath and with a huge smile stretching across your face. "You're here," he mouthed, his smile matching yours, as you replied with a simple nod and a "Congratulations," your eyes brimming with tears of joy for the boy.

Accepting his degree, Soobin walked off the stage to sit with his classmates, eyes meeting yours every so often as he tried to fight the urge to rush to you and hug you. Once the ceremony ended, neither of you wasted a second in finding each other, throwing yourselves into a hug long overdue. It didn't feel weird as you snuggled your face into his convocation robe, and it didn't feel weird as he did the same into your hair. Pulling away, you just couldn't hide the smiles that threatened to take over your entire face, taking each other's hand as Soobin left you to his parents. "Mom, Dad, this is my friend Y/N," he introduced, and his mom didn't miss the spark in her son's eyes as he looked at you.

Once you were done with the niceties, the two of you made your way out into the city once Soobin had handed his robe over to his mom. Walking the streets with him, with you cracking jokes and him pointing out tourist sights to you, you felt something you had never felt, no matter how many cities you visited. A sense of comfort, a sense of belonging. You felt like you were home for the first time in ages, and it was all because of the guy walking next to you. As if on a whim, you whipped out your video-camera, switching it on and turning it to yourself. Soobin belatedly realized what you were doing, when he heard you recite you introduction. Looking at you in shock, he felt his mouth fall open as he heard you say the words, "Friend," "Soobin," "Featuring," "Guide," in quick succession, piecing the sentence together in his brain.

"Y/N! What are you doing??," he whined, looking down to hide his face. "Awww Soobinnie is shy!!! Sorry guys, it's his first time," you cooed, a giggle escaping your lips as you turned your camera off, trying to convince him to feature in your vlog. "But I won't know what to say!!," he retorted, making you snicker. "Just take me out to eat somewhere tell, and tell the camera why you like the place you like and the food you like. It's not that hard!," you replied, and after much convincing (and some borderline begging), he finally agreed.

He showed you all his favorite eateries and restaurants, gawking at the insane discounts you got him, and just enjoying watching you eat in person, sharing his food. By the time evening rolled out, the two of you were full to your throats, looking out over the river from the bridge. "Thank you Y/N," Soobin said, turning to look at you. "For today, and for everyday. For being there for me, and for being the best friend I have ever had, and more." "Thank you too, Soob," you replied, your eyes stinging as you looked up at him. "Thank you for making me feel at home. Thank you for becoming my home." You hadn't noticed just how close your faces had become, both of you having leaned in subconsciously. Finally, Soobin closed the gap, your lips meeting his in a kiss that's full of the pent-up love and emotions.

His lips were soft against yours, molding with yours like two pieces of the same puzzle. Pulling away, a smile graced your lips as you looked up at him shyly, whispering an "I like you," causing him to repeat your words and adding a "too," cheeks rising up in a smile. Biting you bottom lip, you say, "Come with me," making him tilt his head in confusion. "You said you wanted to be like me. To learn about cuisines first-hand. Then come with me. I don't want to be away from you, I want to be with you 24/7, and not virtually. I want to talk to you in person, to hug you, to kiss you." You notice his smile growing wider, and so you ask, "So, what do you say?," as he replies by placing his lips back on yours.

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#5

Can you please write something about a sick feverish Anakin chose to have a fight (argument) with Obi-Wan, hiding his condition during the whole thing, and also failed at the end? (Loses the argument and fails to hide how sick he actually is) if not it’s also fine, thanks

Hello! Like all the prompts in my inbox, this has been sitting here for months, so I apologize. But I took some time to fill this one! Thank you for your patience, anon!

***

“You never listen!” Obi-Wan snaps.

“Then try saying something interesting for once!” Anakin bites back. 

This particular argument is… bad. Not that any of the arguments Obi-Wan and Anakin have are good, per se, but as Anakin grows older, their fights become more vicious in nature. The more they learn about each other, the more weapons they have in their individual arsenals — Obi-Wan’s words a piercing arrow, Anakin’s, a newly sharpened knife.

Anakin huffs and tries to storm away, but Obi-Wan positions himself in between him and the hallway to his bedroom. 

“No, you do not get to walk away from me right now,” Obi-Wan says. He stares Anakin down, noting the wild fury in his eyes. They’re glassy with it — the unkempt rage Obi-Wan has tried and failed to smother for the past eight years. He finds himself looking up into Anakin’s eyes instead of down. This particular change has been years in the making, but it still catches Obi-Wan off guard, especially in moments like this. 

“Let me go,” Anakin says, stepping closer to Obi-Wan.

“No. You are not done explaining to me why you continuously go behind my back to sneak out of the temple and wreak havoc in the lower levels.”

“I’m not a kid anymore, Obi-Wan,” Anakin snarls. 

“You’re not an adult either.” Obi-Wan surveys Anakin in hopes of finding a gap in the armor. His face remains stoic and stubborn as ever. “But you are a member of the Jedi Order, and as such, you are expected to hold up our tenets everywhere you go. May I remind you what one of the biggest tenets of the Order is?”

“If I try to stop you, you’ll just ignore me.” 

“At least you’ve learned one thing,” Obi-Wan hisses. The arrow strikes its target, and in the back of his mind, he knows he’ll regret saying it, but in the heat of the moment, he revels in the small flinch of Anakin’s eyebrows. He straightens his shoulders and clears his throat. “One of the core and most basic tenets of the Jedi Order is that we are peacekeepers and we use our gifts to help people. Not to get into fights and destroy property.”

“I didn’t do it on purpose! It was an accident!” 

“Oh, so destroying a vendor’s entire cart by dropping metal scaffolding onto it was an accident?”

“Yes! I was aiming for that sleemo who cheated in the race.”

“You do realize you are not helping your case, right?” 

Anakin groans and rolls his eyes, though he seemingly loses his balance and takes a jilted step to the left.

Obi-Wan narrows his eyes. 

“Anakin, if you somehow managed to hurt yourself down there, I’ll—”

“I didn’t,” Anakin says, cutting off the threat before it can be administered. “I’m just tired.”

“Maybe you’d be more well-rested if you didn’t sneak out in the middle of the night.”

“Maybe I’m just tired of you.”

That’s it. 

“Go to bed,” Obi-Wan says, his voice cold. 

“What?” Anakin asks.

“I said go to bed. There are only a few more hours of night left, and you’ll need all your energy for the circuit drills you’re going to be running first thing in the morning.” 

“But I was going to—”

“I don’t care what you were going to do tomorrow. Your plans have changed.” 

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83 notes - Posted September 20, 2022

#4

Angstpril Day 8 - Don’t Lie to Me

Obi-Wan is the man who never sleeps.

Or, so it would seem to those who spend the most time around him. Anakin isn’t even sure he does actually sleep. All he knows is that his Master goes to bed after him and rises before him. 

Anakin will find himself staggering to bed, dead on his feet from a long day of classes, while Obi-Wan is contentedly working on his lectures with bright eyes and only a cup of tea for company. In the mornings, Anakin will cling to his last dregs of sleep and curse the morning light while Obi-Wan has already gone through all of his morning meditations. 

Logically, Anakin knows Obi-Wan does sleep. It just so happens that he sleeps when Anakin is unable to verify without a shadow of a doubt that he does so. Now, however, Obi-Wan is sleeping quite soundly on the sofa in their living room — and he’s been like this since they returned to their apartment from their evening meal at the refectory. 

Anakin does a decent job of focusing on the classwork he’s been meaning to catch up on, but his eyes keep shifting back to his Master’s resting form. He’s curled up on his side with one arm tucked to his chest and the other hanging over the edge. 

Maybe it’s nothing. 

Perhaps Obi-Wan is just getting caught up on all the sleep he doesn’t seem to get. Anakin decides to return his attention to his galactic history research and slowly works through some of the boring readings until the daylight streaming through the windows fades to a golden dusk and eventually to an inky, black night. 

Mentally exhausted from his classwork, Anakin stands up and stretches. He yawns tiredly and shuts off his datapad. 

He thinks about slinking off to his room for the night and leaving Obi-Wan to his rest on the couch, but something inside of him tells him to check on his Master.

Quietly, he pads over to the couch and kneels beside Obi-Wan. “Master?” Anakin whispers tentatively. “Obi-Wan?”

Anakin had hoped that would elicit a response. Obi-Wan is a light sleeper, after all. He’d wake up to a gentle breeze, if there was one. 

Anakin’s concern spikes when he places his hand on Obi-Wan’s forehead. Dry heat greets Anakin’s palm and he grimaces. 

“Hey,” Anakin says a little more forcefully. He shakes Obi-Wan’s shoulder. “Master, wake up.”

Obi-Wan groans. “What?” 

“Not your most clever response, but I’ll take it,” Anakin says. 

“I’m sleeping,” he murmurs. 

“I can see that,” Anakin says. “Maybe you’d be more comfortable in your own bed?”

Obi-Wan nods, and slowly drags himself up to a sitting position. His eyes are glassy and fever-bright, but unfocused on anything in front of him. 

“Come on,” Anakin says, pulling him to his feet. “Let’s go.” 

Obi-Wan stands, unmoving with a dazed expression. 

“Master, you really don’t look too good,” Anakin says nervously. “Maybe you should see a healer.” 

“I’m fine, An’kin,” Obi-Wan slurs.

“Don’t lie to me.”

“Not lying, I’m—” Obi-Wan’s face goes a shade paler. “I’m—”

“Master?”

Obi-Wan’s eyes glaze over and go even more unfocused than before. He takes one staggering step forward before his knees begin to buckle.

“Master!” 

Anakin catches him before he can hit the floor. “Master?”

Obi-Wan’s eyes remain closed and he’s lost to the world. 

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91 notes - Posted April 8, 2022

#3

Finding Obi-Wan

Hello! It’s been a litte while, but I’m here with the prologue of my latest long-form fic, Finding Obi-Wan.

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Here’s a little snippet for y’all:

Obi-Wan Kenobi doesn’t think he’s ever had a headache this bad in his life.

Of course, he has no way of proving this. He just knows his head hurts beyond reason. It hurts so terribly he cannot see straight and his stomach churns with nausea.

He woke up in a nondescript alleyway. It was dark and his face was half in a puddle, wetting his hair and chilling him to the bone.

Now, he sits in the same alleyway, because truthfully, he has no idea where he is. For that matter, he has no idea who he is beyond the simple matter of his name.

His name is Obi-Wan Kenobi and his head hurts.

This is all he knows.

94 notes - Posted July 26, 2022

#2

Hey can you please recommend some Anakin whump stories? I found there ain’t so many this content🥹🥹🥹🥹but I read one from you and it’s rly GOOOD🥹

Ahhhh Anon!! You are so sweet! Thank you so much, I'm glad you enjoyed my fic!! In no particular order, here are some Anakin whump recs!

The Madness and the Apathy by @strugglingbutstillfighting - After accidentally injuring himself, Anakin isn't impressed about having to do this 'rest.' Katie's Note: This author has A TON of great Anakin whump stories, you should check out all their stuff!

Spiked by @ahsokryze - During a Senatorial Gala, Anakin causes quite the scene when he collapses after drinking something that wasn’t intended for him. Katie's Note: I adore this fic. It's one of my favs. This author also has a ton of amazing disaster trio whump and goodness in her repertoire, so please go check her out!

Outside Comfort by @delless03 - After the battle on Maridun, Anakin's injuries finally catch up with him. Katie's Note: Yet another author with a bunch of great stuff, but this recent fic has made me very very happy.

Shine by sideral - A nightmare left Anakin feeling panicked and sick. Fortunately, he is not alone when he wakes up. Katie's Note: I don't know if this person has a tumblr, but this is one of my fav fics. I adore little sickfics.

Welcome Home by @sonderwalker - A misunderstanding between Obi-Wan and Anakin boils over into a fight where feelings are left unsaid... for a little while that is. Katie's Note: AKA one of my favorite fics of all time. It's a comfort fic for me.

sun child by @rose-blooms-red - sometimes being so tied to the Force causes problems, Obi-Wan helps his Padawan as best he can. Katie's Note: Another one of my favs. I am absolutely fascinated by fics that explore the bounds of Anakin's Force powers and the Force in general. This one's super cool.

A Magnet for Trouble by @hellowkatey - Anakin gets too close to a Sith artifact, and Obi-Wan must figure out how to get his padawan back. Katie's Note: The Halloween vibes in this are amazing. It's such a unique little fic and I love it.

Four Walls and Two Jedi by hellowkatey again - Obi-Wan and Anakin get exposed to a deadly virus and must spend two weeks in quarantine battling sickness, ghosts from the past, and worries for the future. Katie's Note: This one has both Obi-Wan and Anakin whump so honestly, I am the target audience for this fic

Why Do You Feel So Down by Your_Old_Shipmate - The early days of Obi-Wan and Anakin, featuring a sick Anakin! Katie's Note: once again, I don't know their tumblr, but this is one of my favs.

Behind the Clouds, the Sun is Shining by Your_Old_Shipmate again - Obi-Wan is confronted by Anakin's traumatic past after an accident happens in their apartment. Katie's Note: This one hurts so good.

Because I'm running out of time here, some other amazing author's to go check out for Anakin (and general disaster trio) whump, hurt/comfort, angst and all that good stuff are:

@giggles-and-freckles

@alright-anakin

@adaliak

@katierosefun

@kckenobi

@ilonga

@pandora15

@indigostars

They have a ton of great stuff!

Ahem, I uh... I'm going to throw some absolutely shameless self-promo in here as well because I have a few Anakin whump fics I've written too!

A Necessary Favor - When Anakin’s small cold turns into something much worse, a simple mission to Alderaan becomes anything but. Obi-Wan just hopes he can rely on the newly inaugurated Senator of Alderaan for help.

Breaking Point - Anakin tries to prove himself. It ends in Force exhaustion and a worried Obi-Wan.

Under My Skin - Obi-Wan and Anakin crash land on a planet strong with the Force. It doesn’t agree with Anakin.

Below The Surface - Anakin gets swept out by the tide and Obi-Wan panics.

There are SO MANY amazing Anakin whump fics and writers out there that I am certainly missing, but this is a start! Thank you so much for asking, it's been a long while since I've done a rec list! This was fun :))

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stress relief

i feel like iwa would be the type of person to start off gentle hehe

wc: 1.5k~

tags/tw(PLEASE READ): noncon, explicit n*fw, choking, forced creampie, forced unprotected sex, criminal/shady iwa, sex worker!reader, lil bit of degradation/humiliation, fem!reader, pwp

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When he stumbles in through the door of the run-down motel room with bandages wrapped around his knuckles and blood trickling down his forehead, you know you’re in for a hell of a night.

Iwaizumi had rung you up just half an hour ago, breathless and demanding and more desperate than you’d ever heard him sound before. You’re still not sure exactly what it is that he does - the answer to that question isn’t really for you to find out- but it makes enough for him to buy your body and your time for a night whenever he wants.

Lately, he’s been wanting it more and more often.

He flicks off the dirty yellow glare of the overhead lights, making his way to your bed. It’s dark outside, but the soft glow of the street lamps and tail lights illuminates his face as he nears. It’s covered with welts and bruises.

“Baby,” he whispers. “Come here.”

Crawling into his lap, you rest your head in the crook of his neck. “Shitty day?” you ask. It’s a pointless question, because the answer is far too obvious. But it fills up the silence, brings a sense of intimacy to a situation that is anything but intimate.

Iwaizumi hums in affirmation. His hands begin to wander, grazing over your stomach, groping at your thighs, squeezing at the supple flesh of your breasts. He’s done this more times than he can count, but every time he gets to touch your body feels like a reward for him.

Of course, it helps that you’re dressed up nicely for him.

His gaze flickers over the white lace of your lingerie greedily, taking in every detail of the way the fabric digs into the soft meat of your thighs and stomach. He trails a finger over your panties, and the dampness almost clings to his skin in a way that sends heat jolting down to his stomach.

He’s had enough of waiting.

Iwaizumi hooks his thumb on the waist of your panties and drags downwards. You wriggle in his lap, trying to help him out, but his grip on your waist suddenly grows firmer.

“Stay still,” he murmurs. “Let me do it.”

You comply, your body going limp as his hands slip your panties off and spread your thighs apart. The palms of his hands are warm, and you can’t help but let out a moan at the way he maneuvers you until you’re open for him. Iwaizumi trails soft, teasing kisses from your hair all the way down your jaw, tongue flicking out to lick at your earlobe. The motion sends pleasant shivers through your body.

He starts rubbing firm, insistent circles around your clit, and it’s not long until the wetness starts leaking out onto his fingertips. He looks down at you, a crooked smile appearing on his face.

You’re so fucking perfect.

“Open up, baby,” he coaxes, moving his hand up to your jaw. “Want you to taste just how fucking good this pussy is.” Iwaizumi’s words are gentle, but the force with which he holds your mouth makes you feel helpless in his grasp.

He watches intensely as you wrap your lips around his fingers and start sucking, laving your tongue around each digit. When he withdraws them, glistening and dripping wet, he can’t help the hunger that curls tight in the pit of his stomach.

You’re going to look so good spread out on his fingers, and even better when he finally fucks you stupid on his cock.

This time, there’s no facade of delicacy or hesitation when he shoves two thick fingers inside. You instinctively tighten around them, and he lets out a moan at the feeling of your walls squeezing around him. He curls his fingers, probing and caressing relentlessly until he finds the spot that makes you twitch and squirm on his lap. Your eyelashes flutter and your breath hitches. Iwaizumi looks down at you - flushed, panting, and pliant for him - and his eyes gleam with satisfaction. You’ve had enough prep, he decides.

You mewl at the loss of his fingers, but he clicks his tongue. “Don’t worry, baby. I know it feels good now, but I promise I can make it even better.”

Your eyes widen. It’s too cute, really.

He unzips his pants and pulls out his cock, stroking it languidly a few times. He pulls you closer, every warm breath of his puffing against your neck, and hoists you up until your slit is rubbing against his length.

You stiffen.

“Iwa,” you whisper. “Need a condom, remember?”

He lets out an easy chuckle at your protest. “It’s okay, baby. Just this once. I’ve had a shitty day, remember? Like you said.”

“No,” you say, shaking your head vigorously. “You have to put one on. It’s one of my rules.”

“It’s one time. Promise.”

His voice remains low, but the hand around your waist suddenly tightens as you attempt to pull away. A hand clamps over your mouth just as you begin to shriek, panic setting in, but the dread in the pit of your stomach tells you what you already knew.

There’s no escape here.

“Also,” he growls, his lips pressed harshly against your ear. “I don’t care about your stupid fucking rules.”

He grabs your thighs out from under you, pushing your face down into the mattress. A hand tangled into your hair keeps you in place, and you let out a useless cry of pain as he tugs hard. He scoffs at your struggle. You can’t really move in this position, but when you try, all you end up doing is wiggling your ass. You realize it does the opposite of deterring him, right?

The tip of his cock rests at the entrance of your pussy, and you tense in anticipation. He frowns. You really should relax. It would make this process easier, but he doesn’t really have a problem with making things a little bit painful for you either.

He thrusts in with one harsh stroke. There’s no softness or tenderness, but you still can’t help but react with an involuntary shudder.

Iwaizumi laughs. “Like a trained response, huh?”

You bury your face deeper into the mattress in embarrassment, but the shame only grows when your cheek presses against sheets wet with your teels and drool. He starts moving, each stroke deep and fast, pounding against your cervix. The squelching noise of your wet cunt reverberates around the silence of the motel room.

Iwaizumi really can’t help it when he finds a hand automatically drifting to the base of your neck. He’s high off of his little power trip, and there’s nothing stopping him from taking it a step further - to the fantasy he’s always jerked himself off to late at night, imagining how your eyes would look rolled back into your head and gasping for breath.

As he wraps a rough, calloused hand around the back of your throat, he squeezes tight. You start thrashing around, but he leans down over your body. His presence is suffocating; one hand is wrapped around your neck, the other traps you under his arms, and you’re strung out on his cock to the point where you can barely move.

“The faster you make me come, the sooner I’ll let you breathe,” he spits.

You mumble incoherently. It doesn’t really matter what you wanted to say in response, because you understood the message he was trying to get across. You clamp down on his cock tighter than a vice, and he groans in pleasure.

He knew this was the right decision.

Iwaizumi doesn’t last long after that, his cock thrusting desperately into your warm, wet hole as you sputter and choke into the mattress. With a stuttered moan, he spills his cum deep into your womb. You can feel the warm, sticky fluid running down your thighs, and when he finally pulls his cock out, his seed stays buried deep inside.

Your pretty cunt looks better painted white. Iwaizumi grins.

“This is why whores like you are my favorite to fuck,” he says. “You never say no. You don’t mean it, at least.”

You don’t have the energy to do anything other than sniffle quietly. He doesn’t move to get up and leave, even though you wish he would. Instead, he moves closer, wrapping his arms around your spent, limp body.

“You were made for me, baby,” he whispers, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

He stares out at the dimly lit street from beyond the hotel window, noting how peaceful and quiet it is. There was really no reason for him to be scared to do what he’d always wanted, he realizes. In fact, he takes a look down at your pretty face, streaked with runny mascara and red from crying, and decides he much prefers you this way.

Iwaizumi’s day is a whole lot better now.

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