#I am just not sleepy until 2AM

[proteidaes]

Happy hourly comics day 2024!! I made some lil snapshots from my day ~ not very exciting since I am mostly stuck at home and working on my GN, but it's honest work! I wouldn't have it any other way 💕

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[httpiastri]

2:35 am – op81

oscar comes home after a gp to find you already asleep in your bed. 

genre: fluff

pairing: gender neutral!reader x oscar piastri

warnings: none

author's note: thanks for the love on the last story, hope u enjoy this one too. <3

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oscar’s last flight back home from the latest grand prix had been delayed for a few hours. he was supposed to land at 10pm, but it wasn’t until 2am that he had finally found himself a cab to take him from the airport.

to say that he was completely exhausted would be an understatement. he had barely been getting any sleep in his first two flights, and in the last one, there had been a screaming baby in right behind him.

plus, as always, it had been a very tiresome weekend, and he just really couldn’t wait to crawl down in bed next to you.

you had done your best to stay up and wait for him, you really had. you had drunk some tea while watching the news, you had taken a cold shower, and you had even gone out for a quick walk just to get some fresh air into your system.

yet, you thought you’d allow yourself to just rest your eyes in your and oscar’s shared bed, just for a moment. and of course, the low light of the lamp on your bedside table had lulled you into a sweet sleep.

oscar wasn’t surprised that you were asleep, despite the fact that you had promised to stay up; you hadn’t answered any of his texts ever since he landed, so he just figured. but when he saw your sleeping figure under the sheets, cuddled into your pillows, he couldn’t control the warm feeling spreading through his chest.

his lips turned into a smile as he quietly put down his bag on the floor and made his way over to the bed. either it was his scent, or maybe it was just his general presence that you picked up on even when you were asleep, but something made you slowly open your eyes as he stepped closer. they were still drowsy, but they caught his gaze quickly.

“hey, love,” he said, sitting down next to you on the bed.

your eyes fell shut again, half because of the sleepiness and half because of the fondness you felt at the pet name. “i’m sorry for not staying up,” you mumbled, nuzzling your head further into your pillows. “i tried my best.”

one of his hands caressed your cheek and you looked up at him. “don’t worry. we’ll talk tomorrow, okay?”

you nodded slowly, a tiny smile tugging on your lips. his thumb brushed over your cheek and you instantly felt so warm and fuzzy.

he was home again.

he was never gone for too many weeks in a row, and yet you still always missed him so badly.

but, there was an upside to it too; no matter how many times he had gone away by now, you always felt the same joy when you saw him again. you always got giddy and excited like a teenage girl talking to her crush, and you loved it.

you loved him.

he let go of your cheek to remove the hoodie he was wearing and he lifted the sheets before sliding in right next to you. you instinctively leaned into him, shutting your eyes once again.

“brush your teeth,” you told him.

your words were slurring slightly, so oscar could tell that you weren’t completely awake. he chuckled and pulled an arm around your waist. “i already brushed my teeth on the plane.”

“hmm. good boy.”

his heart swelled at your words. he took a deep breath and opted for a kiss to your forehead.

“sleep well, darling.” oscar leaned back to turn of the bedside lamp, before settling in place with you again, this time even closer than before.

oscar has spent so many night like this and therefore he's sure of all of your tells when it comes to sleeping. your breath was deep and steady, and your entire body seemed completely relaxed – two sure signs that you had fallen asleep already.

therefore, he was surprised when one of your hands reached up to the back of his head. his eyes watched your otherwise still figure as your fingers dragged through his hair. you seemed to be doing it almost subconsciously, and he smiled at the thought of you wanting to feel him under your fingers even when you’re asleep.

he had really missed being this close to you. and if it wasn’t for his career, he would never want to leave again.

[prettyboypistol]

Literally in every fanfic I read the reader is already a pretty sleeper, waking up all pretty and shit. Do you know what I need? A Reader who wakes up like they've been pushed down the stairs. A Reader who spews gibberish for a second and then immediately goes back to sleep. A Reader who wakes up wrapped in their blankets sweating like crazy and completely disorientated and on the floor. Sorry if this ask is bad, but do you think you could write something like this for the mercs?

Mood as fuck, I'm in.

TF2 Mercs With a Messy Morning S/O xGN!Reader

Scout

Honestly thinks it's a bit cute, seeing you wake up in a pool of your own spit and hair in your mouth??? Yeah, that's what he's dying every day to protect.

Likes talking nonsense to early morning you just to see you struggle fr.

His favorite thing is waking up before you. He's all dressed and ready and you're 2 inches away from falling off the bed.

Jeremy writes down all the weird shit you say and reads it back to you when you're sad because what the fuck does "are Venus flytraps predators" mean

Pyro

Probably ends up tangled in your Limbs too. This bitch is a SLEEP CUDDLER.

Gets worried when you wake up in a panic, shout about something that sounds important, then fall back asleep like EXCUSE ME?? WHAT??

Doesn't like that you kick them in your sleep, but they can live with it.

Very worried about the night sweats and ramblings. You say some fucked up dhit when you're asleep!

Soldier

This mf is used to waking up at 6AM sharp and being battle ready by 6:05AM. This caused one of the initial rifts in your relationship with him until you convinced him that not waking you as well is early stealth training.

You remind him of a baby bird when you're curled up in all the blanket that you stole from him in the night.

Doesn't really notice that you are a messy sleeper until you two have breakfast together one morning, with you half awake, those bleary eyes and sleepy sighs made his heart skip a beat.

Heavy

He calls you his little spoiled cat when you glare at him all bleary-eyed for waking you up.

Loves cuddling you like a big bear, always the big spoon.

lowkey a messy sleeper too, but is more agitated when half awake than you

you two having delirious talks when you two aren't awake fully omg couple goals

Demoman

You look like a pretty sleeper next to this motherfucker

drunk mumbling, sleeptalker, sleepfighter WWE in your bed.

Wakes up after you so ususally doesn't see the absolute wreck you wake up as. If you two wake up at the same time he makes fun of you.

You two have probably ripped the blanket in y'alls sleepwars. Mrs. Pauling has checked in on you two at 2AM after hearing shouting, only to see both of you, fast asleep, on the floor, and total messes.

Engineer

Thinks it's cute bc he rises with the sun if not a tad earlier to watch the sunrise. Absolutely tells you to "rise n' shine".

records your half-awake mumbles and talks to you, listens back to them podcast style in his downtime.

Is absolutely terrified that you will rip off his prosthetic hand so dating you absolutely instilled the safe habit of taking his hand off before bed.

Sniper

Is usually out of bed before the "fun" begins, but had overheard your morning routine

Isn't a fan of the blanket stealing, but overall doesn't really care. If he's in a bad mood he'll sleep on the couch so you don't steal it.

"Am i pretty, Mick?" "About as pretty as an aye aye when you first wake up" "Da-DAMN!!"

Has a poloroid of you fast asleep in his hat

Spy

This bitch c o m p l a i n s.

He's the most prissy little bastard when it comes to sleeping. He sleeps EXCLUSIVELY on his left side, legs in a specific way, and hogs the blankets. When you come into his bed and sleep-kick him out, he is flabbergasted. absolutely bamboozled.

Doesn't cuddle you, but now there is a pillow barrier that protects his precious sleep routine.

Secretly thinks you are downright adorable with how god-awful you look, crusty eyes and all

Medic

Doesn't really mind, but gives you light teasing about it. If he's having a bad day then he gets annoyed by the blanket stealing.

Wakes up and gets ready for the day, only to see the doves nesting with you and that melts his hearttttt

Kisses your gross ass awake every single day despite that

Has stayed up multiple nights to study your sleep cycles.

[cheeseceli]

Even after all

pairing: Beomgyu × gn!Reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none? lemme know if there's something I missed

A/n: nah this one's my masterpiece fr

"Y/n," you heard Beomgyu's voice through your sleep. Although it was soft, it was enough to make you open your eyes "wake up."

And so you did.

You saw your boyfriend's face before anything else. He was sitting on the bed side and he was very, very awake, unlike you. It seemed like he ignored the fact that it was nearly 2am and he performed the whole day, instead deciding to stay awake and active.

"Gyu? What happened?"

"Marry me."

You sat up as well. Your voice was hoarse and your vision was a bit blurred, but you heard him well. But that was reality. Maybe you were sleepy still. For what you know that could be a wild dream. So you replied with the only reasonable answer you could've thought of:

"What?"

"Marry me" he repeated himself louder this time, thinking that the only problem was that you couldn't quite hear him. Up on seeing your still confused face, he explained into more details. "I don't have a ring. I don't have a speech and I don't have our families approval. I wasn't planning on doing this. I thought about marriage quite a few times but I never actually planned anything. That is, until now."

"Did you plan this?"

He giggled, noticing how absurd the occasion was. But then he looked at you and you saw he had no intentions of backing down, his determination growing by the second.

"Waking up and asking for your hand before you could even process anything? No, I... I didn't plan this. But you woke up at 3 am yesterday because of your job and still waited for me to come home at midnight. You ask to watch all my performances even though they are basically all the same thing. You take care of me even when we're a sea apart. You always give me so much support and always help me improve. You said yes to dating an idol and haven't complained not even once, even when you had so many reasons to. For God's sake, you said yes to dating me" he said while laughing, with love shining through his eyes "and even though I can be a real pain in the ass sometimes, you never left my side. Y/n, I've never felt so loved before. And I would be and idiot if I didn't try to flourish it. So, marry me?"

He was holding your hand like it meant the most precious thing in the world for him, and it actually did. Not even once he stopped looking at you with so much love and determination. The more you looked at him the more you were speechless. You couldn't find the right words to explain your feelings even if you knew all the languages in the world, or if you had a million years to try, so you did all you could think of:

With open arms, you threw yourself over him making him lose his balance and making you both fall on the bed. Still, you didn't loosen your grip, hugging him tighter than you ever did. You were so close that you could feel his heart beat. Strong and peaceful at the same time. All yours.

"Should I take this as a yes?"

You nodded your head, unable of giving him a proper answer as the feelings were all over the place and the tears flooded down.

"Are you crying?"

"You just proposed to me, of course I'm crying."

He laughed again, taking your face into his hands. He was smiling. You swear you've never seen such a big and genuine smile plastering his lips before. "And you said yes. I can't believe you said yes."

"I love you."

"I love you too. Oh, how I love you. Let's sleep now, hm? I've already stolen too many precious hours of your sleep."

"I don't know if I'll be able to sleep anyways. You better not regret this once we wake up."

Beomgyu adjusted his position while not letting go of you. He hugged you tight and kissed your forehead. You couldn't see him, but you could imagine his satisfied smile when he said:

"I wouldn't regret this in a lifetime."

dividers by @cafekitsune

feedback and reblogs are always appreciated!

[ech0schamber]

Sleepy Chuuya Headcanons

Chuuya won the poll, but don't worry, I'll do Kunikida next. I love him too much to leave him out ;)

☆it's canon that this man goes to bed around 2am (don't quote me on this, I say someone say it's in the official guidebooks on tiktok :p)

☆i'd like to think that he doesn't get home until 2am bc of how much work he has

☆so unless you also have a shitty sleep schedule, you'll be asleep long before he gets home

☆before he got into a relationship, he had a bad habit of just passing out on his couch, not bothering to change or shower with the excuse that he can worry about that in the morning

☆now, if you don't live with him, or have a better sleep schedule, he will most likely keep that bad habit, but he does try to break it and take better care of himself

☆lets just say you live with him already

☆if you are already sleep when he gets home, he tries his hardest to keep quiet as to not wake you

☆he will at least have the decency to change into some pj pants, but he still won't shower

☆he doesn't care if you complain that he stinks, his ass is not staying awake longer than he has to, so you're just gonna have to get used to it lmao

☆especially since he's a snuggle bug, doesn't matter how the two of you fall asleep, you will wake up with him 'koalo-ing' you. the whole works, arms and legs wrapped around your body, his head nuzzled into your shoulder- you are not going to be able to get up until he wakes up

☆and good luck trying to wake him up, major deep sleeper. i feel like if you were to call his phone, it would wake him up tho

☆now if you had just as shitty sleeping schedule as him? and he comes home to see you wide awake watching tv or some other domestic ativity?

☆be prepared for the glares he is going to give you

"why are you still awake?"

"I have insomnia, we go over this every night Chuu"

☆he will throw you over his shoulder and drag your ass to bed

☆he is the only one allowed to have a shitty sleep schedule >:[ now you have a angy Chihuahua on your hands

☆he will still have the decency to change, even if you make flirty comments while watching him

☆he is going to make sure that you cannot get out of bed, even if that means putting his ego aside and literally just laying on top of you

☆he knows you're not going to even try to wake him unless you have to

☆he is also a menace at heart, so he doesn't care when you fall asleep, he will wake you up before he goes to work bc 'he cant work properly without his morning kiss'

☆he's not leaving til you give him that morning kiss

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i am writing this at 2am, guess i really am a chuuya kinnie :p

[automaticllamacycle]

May Jesus forgive me for what I’m about to say.

Making matty jealous at an industry party until he spanks you and fucks you so hard afterwards

I am going to be combining this ask with this one that I got because they will fit will together hehe : literally matty just fucking you RELENTLESSLY like that man is not stopping until your actually crying like tears are flowing down your face

Disclaimers: reader is quite drunk during the sex, but I'm acting like this is in the dom/sub au I (kinda) have going on so they are in a very committed relationship and have discussed situations like this before! Anyways now onto the horny thoughts (even though im writing this more like a traditional fic)

this ended up being like 1.5k words. It is now 2am so it is NOT proof read, like not even a once over I am SLEEPY

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industry parties are the worst. You despise them. Its all the same every time. You would show up with Matty, have a few drinks of alcohol, and hang by Matty's side while he talked with people from the label. It got old really fast in all honesty.

Tonight you just wanted his attention more than anything, and you are determined to have it by the end of the night. You arrive to the party on his arm and the same old pattern begins as he's dragged away by Jamie to go talk to someone. Without Matty at your side, you excuse yourself to the open bar. One drink turns into two, which turns into three before you even realize it.

You planned this out beforehand. You thought to yourself, maybe if you got a bit drunk and needy, you could convince Matty to take you home early. After drink number three you walk over to Matty, and lean to whisper in his ear. "Baby, can we go home? I'm tired of this."

Matty can tell you're a bit tipsy from your mumbled speech. "Sweetheart, this stuff is important I can't just leave because you want to leave."

"But Matty-" you start, putting on pleading doe eyes. He cuts you off before you can finish your sentence.

"I said no. Now, go on, it shouldn't be too much longer, anyway. You can be patient."

So, you found yourself back at the bar, with another drink. You've had too much, but you don't really care. Too pissed at Matty to really give a shit.

After another hour passes you stumble back over to Matty. The liquid courage must be working because you don't even care about the fact he's talking to people. You nearly crash into his side when you reach him. "Matty! Can we go now?" He shoots you a glare instantly before turning back towards the two men he was speaking with.

"Sorry guys, this is my girlfriend Y/N. Please, continue on with what you were saying!" Matty's hand is around your waist in a bruising grip. His lips quickly come up to your ear to speak in a dark tone. "Behave."

You do behave... for a total of five minutes, then you get needy again. You start small, leaning into his side and placing your arm on his chest. The alcohol dulls your rational thinking enough that you have no shame in your next actions, reaching up to kiss him on the neck. Matty laughs off the kiss, not so much as turning his gaze to you, continuing to listen to the men speaking to him. His grip on your waist tightens. He's starting to get mad.

You don't stop. Your hand paws at his chest while you balance on your tip toes to whisper in his ear. "Please, sir. I need you-"

Matty steps away fast, not letting you connect your lips to his neck again. "Haha- sorry lads I think it's time I take her back home. Jamie is right over there and would be happy to answer any other questions you two might have." And with that Matty's hand firmly grips your wrist and pulls your behind him, out the door, and to his car.

Once your on the road, he finally speaks after giving you the silent treatment. "What the fuck was that? Were you trying to embarrass me? You know it's important that I talk to people like that at these things."

"I'm sorry- I just wanted your attention."

"And you thought the best way to do that was to beg me to fuck you in front of those guys?"

"I whispered it!"

"Whispered? You call that a whisper? I'm almost certain they heard you. How much have you had to drink tonight."

"Uhm... I lost count."

"No shit."

The rest of the car ride was filled with silence. When you arrive at his place, he doesn't even go around to open your car door, instead heading straight to the front door of his house. Once your both inside, he sits down on the couch. He's angry. Really fucking angry.

"Bend over my knee. Right now." You don't dare disobey him. That would only increase your punishment. You lean your body over his legs, giving him access to your ass. Matty flips up your dress to reveal your lace underwear that is already soaked through.

"I'm sorry sir- I- I promise I didn't mean to embarrass you. Just wanted you so bad." You flinch when his hand strikes your ass.

"Fucking slut. Just because you didn't mean to doesn't mean you avoid getting punished." You gasp as his hand comes down again, just as hard as the first strike. "Besides." His hand spanks you again. "You knew what you were doing when you decided to order all those drinks didn't you?" His hand hits you again, showing no mercy. "Needed some courage before you could be such a whore in public, huh?"

"Yes- yes sir- I knew what I was doing. I'm sorry." Matty's satisfied with your answer, but that doesn't stop the onslaught of his hands. You'll be bruised for at least a week. He wants you to remember this every time you sit down. He wants you to remember and learn from the punishment.

By the end of it, you're sobbing. The strikes were becoming too much, and you needed him to touch you. "Matty- p-please I- I need you, please."

"Have you learned your lesson?"

"Yes, sir. I'll never do it again. I promise." you say through choked sobs. Without warning Matty carries you to the bedroom and throws you onto the bed before he starts taking off his clothes. He's hard through his boxers, which are soaked with precum. You follow suit and take off your dress, wincing as you take the lace of your underwear off of your ass.

Matty's on top of you the next second, his cock at the entrance of where you need him most. "You know, I shouldn't even give you my cock. Only good girls deserved to get fucked."

"No! no no no! Please. I need you, I need you so bad." Tears flow down your cheeks.

Matty enters you suddenly, filling you to the hilt. He gives you no time to adjust to his size as he begins pounding into you. "Fine. I'll give you my cock." He groans out. "But I'm going at my fucking pace and you're going to take it."

His hips move rapidly, thrusting into you hard. All you can do is wrap your legs around his waist and dig your nails into his back. The moans that leave your mouth are desperate. Your cries fill the room, along with the sounds of skin meeting skin. Matty's pace is near animalistic.

Matty flips your over so you're on your stomach. You don't have the strength to hold yourself up, completely pliant on the bed. "Poor thing can't hold herself up? Thought you wanted me to fuck you?" he groans, continuing his fierce pace. The new position allows him to go even deeper into your cunt. It's all becoming too much.

"Matty-" you cry. "It's too much- I can't"

"Take it. Be my good girl and take my cock. You were fucking made for me." One of his arms wraps around your waist, pulling your up so your back is up against his chest. He uses his other hand to hold onto the headboard of the bed, steadying himself so he can thrust into you even faster.

"Matty- shit I can feel you in my stomach- fuck-" At your words, his hand shifts lower on your waist, pressing over where his cock bulges in your stomach.

"Yeah? You feel that?" He presses down harder, making a whine leave your throat. "Only I can do this to you. Your cunt is made for my cock." You moan out in agreement, drawing closer and closer to orgasm, and Matty is getting close too. "You gonna come for me? Gonna milk my cock?"

"Yes- yes sir- please."

"Go on then come for me." When he speeds up the pace of his hips, you're a goner, falling into the waves of an orgasm. The pleasure overwhelms you, pulsing through your veins. You cry out his name over and over again as he fucks you though it.

Matty is not far behind. It only takes a few more thrusts before he cums inside of you, filling you up deep inside. As soon as he's finished, he practically collapses on top of you. He takes the time to trail kisses on the back of your neck as you catch your breath and come back down to earth.

"You did good for me, baby. Did you learn your lesson?"

"Yes, sir."

"That's my girl. Let me take care of you now."

[justaghostingon]

The Yiling Laozu’s Lost Spells part 2 AKA Chaos in Canon

 part 1 

Wei ying and mo xuanyu were originally planning to just run away, but alas, the Mo family plus the lans plus a freaky hand get in the way

Seriously, what was with that freaky hand? Mo Xuanyu’s used to working with weird stuff but nothing like that. Was that what normal cultivators deal with?

He tries to ask Wei Ying, but Wei ying is to busy freaking out over Hanguang-jun showing up, and what if he saw me???!

Mo xuanyu (excited to see his OTP happening): If you’re worried about looking your best, I can help with that.

Wei ying: I don’t want to look my best! I’m the fourth most handsome master! He’ll recognize me! I want you to make me look so different he’ll never guess it was me! Can you do that?

Mo Xuanyu, who both the soul of a theatre kid and literal years of petty frustrations to work out, was more than willing to take up the task. (But not too bad, he does want his OTP to reunite after all) Thus Wei Ying becomes his “Poor old senile grandpa.” Complete with artfully drawn wrinkles and a shawl for warmth.

Wei ying is having way to much fun pretending to be senile though, so Mo Xuanyu guesses he lost there. 

As they travel Mo Xuanyu asks him about the talismans. The Radishes, the release statements, the grass butterflies, he’s had literal years to study these talismans and he doesn't know how they work fully, he has questions. 

Wei ying is thrilled to see someone respects him for something other than his demonic cultivation or the sword path he can no longer follow. He is happy to tell him what he remembers, but its not much, he wrote most of them in a sleepy haze at 2 in the morning, and he kind of suspects Mo Xuanyu knows more than he does at this point.

Is Mo Xuanyu mad that his whole job is the result of a guy’s sleepy 2am ideas? A little. But at least the Yiling Patriach seems mostly interested in sticking around and helping him instead of going off to form his own cultivation path with all his fake-ass fans. Take that Xue Yang. They’re gonna do their own thing, and it’s gonna be awesome

Then they run into Jin Ling

Jin Ling does not take well to seeing his Uncle who one day was there, serving him tea with a peacock tail, and the next day was gone and everyone started calling an incestuous cut-sleeve. He didn’t even say goodbye!

 Wei ying does not take well to Jin ling not taking well, and proceeds to insult him. 

Mo xuanyu slaps a hand over his mouth and says to ignore his “poor senile grandpa”

Wei Ying: Yeah! Respect your elders kid!

Mo Xuanyu: shut up I am begging you

Wei Ying then tries to use a talisman to release little apple but grabs the wrong one

It was the peacock tail one

Mo Xuanyu tackles Wei ying

Jiang cheng comes into the scene to see his nephew and his nephew’s weird uncle have peacock tails, the latter of which is wrestling an old man under a donkey still caught up in the nets.

Jiang Cheng: ....Weird shit?

Jin Ling (nodding): weird shit

As if it couldn’t get any worse, Hanguang-jun appears to free Little Apple, and see Mo Xuanyu and “the old man” rolling around in the dirt.

There’s no way Mo Xuanyu can reveal to him who the old man is now, Not when he saw him rolling in the ground with the love of Hanguang-jun’s life. The assumptions he’ll make!

Mo Xuanyu: I”m taking my very old and totally senile grandpa back on the night hunt now! Bye!

Lan Sizuhi: A night hunt? With a senile elder? Are you sure you don’t want us to look after him until its over? We have Tea!

Mo Xuanyu (shoving Wei ying forward faster): NO thanks! We’re good!

They should have left right then, but they didn’t want to draw any suspicion. That was a mistake

“Did you make this?” Mo Xuanyu yells to Wei ying as they are running from the giant fairy statue.

“No! Why would you think I made it?” Wei ying yells back. “I don’t make every weird thing that happens to us!”

“Yes! Yes you are!”

The statue grabs Jin Ling, and to save him, MO Xuanyu pulls out his most dangerous talisman: the cooking one. 

Now the statue is trying to cook and use jin ling as an ingredient.

Wei ying summons Wen ning just as MO Xuanyu tries again.

Now Wen ning is hit with the cooking talisman. 

There’s a cook off, Wen Ning is winning. Wen Ning makes rock soup out of the statue. Wen Ning is now trying to force the juniors to eat it. The juniors are crying. So is Wen Ning.

Mo Xuanyu realizes one of the is going to have to hug the ghost general to make this stop. He is not doing it. Even if the ghost general is kinda hot for a corpse. He’s not risking getting fed rock soup.

Wei ying does it.

And jiang sheng comes in. Again.

Jiang Cheng: Wei WuXian! 

Mo Xuanyu: NO it was to release the spell I swear!

Jiang cheng whips Wei ying. Mo Xuanyu watches with baited breath, terrified he’ll have lost his friend before he even really got to know him. Hanguang-jun jumps in to Wei ying’s side but its to late, he’s hit. He goes down, But to the shock of all of them, Wei ying gets back up.

“You whipped me!” He says in his absolute worst old man voice. “Unfillital! No respect for your elders! Hitting old men who can’t defend themselves, what has this generation come too? Humph!”

Hanguang-Jun gently helps him to his feet, placing himself between Jiang cheng and wei ying. Wei ying blushes

“Oh now here’s a polite young man,” Wei ying leans into Lan zhan’s space. “And so handsome too! I could eat you up!”

Wei ying thinks he’s being that annoying type of elder who pinches your cheeks and makes lan zhan want to leave quicker. Mo xuanyu wishes Wei ying would stop flirting with his boyfriend before he gets them caught.

“Mark your words,” Goes Lan Zhan, sweeping up Wei ying in his arms.

Mo xuanyu wants to faint.

“why is Hanguang-jun taking that old man?” one of the juniors mutters

“It’s a cutsleeve thing!” MO xuanyu blurts out. “We like older men!” then winces at the very stupid excuse. 

“You would know.” goes the junior nastily. Mo Xuanyu wilts, remembering for the first time in a while what all these people think of him.

Jin ling proceeds to hit said junior in the back with his bow. No one insults his uncle but him. 

 “You’d better come with us,” Lan Sizuhi offers, slipping beside Mo Xuanyu. “You'll be a welcome guest at Cloud recesses, and you’ll want to be with your grandpa of course.”

“I’m allowed?” Mo Xuanyu asked, remembering that Lan Xichen was close to Jin Guangyao. He’d been certain they’d heard the rumors and didn’t want him anywhere near their precious pure cloud recesses. 

“Of course,” Lan Sizuhi smiles. “As if we’d ever ban the brave hero who saved Hanguang-jun and all those rabbits.”

“And the flowers,” Mo xuanyu reminds him, and follows. 

[nowgiveusakiss]

i am a person who constantly rests a hand on my neck/around my throat. it’s just very comforting to me. and i feel like eddie would be the type of boyfriend to notice this little detail.

like one day you’re sitting in between his legs on the couch watching some movie he rented from family video. your hand just resting over your neck. you’re focused in on the images on the screen but eddie is too busy looking at you to care about keeping up with the plot of the movie. he just thinks you’re the prettiest little thing in the world. that’s the first time he notices. at first he thinks it’s a sign of stress but you don’t seem stressed. you seem content, happy even. so he decides not to worry about it and just go back to mapping out the details of your face. as if he hasn’t got every single feature memorized already.

but then he notices you doing it again when he takes you out to the local diner for a 2AM pancake run. he’s rambling about his next campaign and you’re just sitting across from him, hand on your throat. listening intently and clinging to every syllable that falls from his lips. again, he worries that maybe you’re anxious or upset about something. the soft smile on your lips tell him otherwise. no sign of distress to be found.

he starts to understand it’s just a little quirk of yours. something you probably don’t even realize you’re doing. and he knows it’s completely innocent. but he is a man. and he can’t help but get a little worked up at the images that conjure in his mind. images that involve your throat and his hands. that’s the first time he gets a little jealous of your hands. eddie knows it’s silly but why do they get to touch your neck all the time? that’s just not fair! he’s your boyfriend. his hands would feel so much better.

that jealousy leads him to this moment. laying in his bed, both half asleep. he’s got his leg draped over yours, one arm under your head, the other resting on your soft tummy. you look so sweet tucked into his chest, he can’t help but place a gentle kiss on your head. then he sees it. your soft hand resting on your neck. the green eyed monster peeking around the corner of his mind. he huffs in frustration, annoyed that yet again your hands get the privilege of resting on such a vulnerable part of your body. it’s like they have a mind of their own for gods sake! almost as if your hands know what they’re doing to eddie.

he’s had enough. ever so slowly he starts gliding his hand from your tummy up, up, up. it’s now resting right below the one you have on your neck. inch by inch he creeps his hand underneath yours. he doesn’t want to wake you but he just has to see his hand instead of yours. you’re vaguely aware of his movements, too intoxicated by sleep to bring yourself to care. you let your hand fall from your neck and eddie jumps at the opportunity to replace your hand fully.

it’s warm, he thinks to himself. so warm and soft. he’s not used to having his hands on your throat in such an innocent, pure way. but he’s addicted. he gets it now. why your hands seek out the comfort of your neck. it’s only when you rest your hand over his, letting out a hum of approval that it solidifies his new found favorite place to touch you. that sleepy smile on your face could kill him. you’ll be the death of him, he swears it.

just something small while i finish something else i’m working on. i also have kind of an idea for a teeny tiny part 2 to this but i really want to finish my other wip right now. it’s almost at 10k words but the smut portion is beating my ass.

so until then, enjoy this self-indulgent blurb!! likes are appreciated, reblogs/comments get a big fat kiss!!! <3

[blueskieswastaken]

Hello friend, I have some numbers for you <3

7, 16, 22, 24, 36 and 55

wahey woohoo! my blorbos

7 would they build a pillow fort just because?

pearl and marina would build a pillow fort for every occasion ever. movie night? pillow fort. bad splatfest? pillow fort. *good* splatfest? oh man they’re building a pillow fort. any excuse to build one and cuddle in it they’re taking. 

deep cut pillow forts are probably initiated most by frye, but big man absolutely helps. once it’s done they pull shiver in and a movie or gaming quickly follows. they probably use couch cushions for theirs, that and big blankets and pillows. they make lots of room for big man and or sleep on top of him if it’s late enough at night

(this got long! the rest are under the read more :3)

16 can they stay up all night just talking?

pearl and marina can and have! this was a common occurrence when they were both younger. marina couldn’t sleep so pearl came in and kept her company either until marina fell asleep on her or the sun came up, whichever came first :) now they stay up and talk almost every night til they fall asleep in each other’s arms because marina can’t sleep alone.

i think frye and big man are much more “night owl” people than shiver, so they try their hardest to get her to stay up with them… only for poor shivvy to fall asleep in the cuddle pile not long after they start talking. frye and big man absolutely can though 

22 what reminds each of their partner?

every time pearl sees a fancy new pair of headphones or high-end keyboard or piano, she goes “oh i should get that for reena, she’d love that”. marina thinks about pearl every time she sees another one of her shirts disappear or a shiny thing in the store or even new crowns. 

frye thinks of shiver when she sees sharks, or the moon, or the sea, and she thinks of big man when she lays under a comfortable blanket. big man thinks of frye whenever there’s a beautiful sunset and shiver when he has a cold drink. shiver thinks of frye on cold days, where it’d be just so nice to hug her and steal her warmth, and big man when she hears 

24 who’s most likely to give the other a massage?

whenever marina has a bad day you bet pearlie is bringing her to the bed to massage her back and help her get all that tension out. plus, pressure stim for marina!

big man is very good at giving massages. whenever shiver says her whole body is soooo tense because of the splatfest he sets her on the couch and massages her- sometimes he gets frye in on it too. part of it is just because she wants to spend time with her partners before they all go to sleep. 

36 who’s most likely to fire up the stove at 2 am cause their partner’s hungry? 

pearl absolutely. apologies (not really) for the moms propaganda, but this is especially true while marina is expecting. every single craving, no matter what or when it is, pearl made absolutely sure marina got it. outside of moms propaganda… still pearl. she’s a good cook and especially when they were both younger she saw marina up at 2am and went “oh! she can’t sleep and she’s hungry? time to teach her to make a food.” 

marina is good at making octarian food, though. just not at 2 am. she’s sleepy.

frye stress bakes, which i’m unabashedly stealing from a friend, but i also think she stress bakes when someone else is stressed. does she think shiver and big man need a late night cake? well she’s already got all the ingredients out and the oven is preheating. 

shiver’s the one who actually makes a big filling meal late at night though. 

55 do they like stargazing or cloud watching? 

pearl and marina go up to mount nantai every year on the day they met to go look at the stars. it’s where they go to make plans for the future, like starting off the hook or taking the idol job or even getting married.

deep cut also likes to lay up on the roof of their home and look up at the sky. shiver points out what she sees in the clouds, frye talks about ideas she has for things to do, and big man listens to them both talk. sometimes he pitches in, but shiv and frye agree: he’s a very good listener.

[obey-me-headquarters]

Chinchilla Asmodeus! For the idea of him being a breeding pet!

Chinchilla's are hella expensive and a bit difficult to breed, with high infertility rates! But not our poor Azzy!

Not only that, but female chinchillas only go into heat for two days so if Asmodeus has to breed he only has two days to work his magic. Only two days with his "mate" :( if they aren't in heat they push him off so he can't mount them.

Chinchillas also apparently have a caste system, kinda? Like who's dominant pecking order shit. I just imagine Asmodeus is the dominant one out of everyone there. You assert dominance by biting, scratching, peeing on each other (they flick urine as a way to tell whatever is annoying them to go away) and...humping?? So he meets you and starts humping your leg and you're just like 😶 which makes him go "Oh shit, they're in charge here"

His owners got rid of him because it's impossible to inbreed chinchillas because the seed won't take/almost all inbred chinchillas die early or have some major deformation

You find Asmodeus looking kinda sickly and exhausted looking but eager. He's also missing fur because chinchillas hair falls out when stressed so if something grabs them they can try to get away :(

I can just imagine how soft his fur? Hair?? is ajfhwuja hhhhh and shit he'd be so proud of his..coat?? I can just imagine him trying to have a dust bath in the most sexy way possible as his owner is standing there like "Yup. I'm gonna have to sweep the floor after this."

Male chinchillas make chirping noises and do this funky butt wiggle thing so I can just imagine him tweaking at his owner with a complete straight face as they try to get work done.

Chinchilla Asmodeus does not believe in shirts and has a rivalry with any stuffed animals you have. They're soft and don't react to him humping them, which is very frustrating.

He also whines a lot. A lot. Hes mostly nocturnal but man, this bad boy can fit so many high pitch noises.

Ahhhh ong this ask is so cute! I absolutely love the idea of Chinchilla Asmo! Since Chinchilla's are so hard to breed, but Asmo is one of few that's able to get anyone pregnant, I imagine he puts a lot of self worth into the idea of him being breedable. Like, the only reason he's getting all this attention and nice things is because he fucks a lot. So that's why he tries to play it up. He tries cutesy and spends a lot of time grooming because he Has to look fuckable, and his mates Have to want him, because if he can't do right, what's he good for then?

Also the two day time limit is very sad! Imagine getting a mate and having them be in hate, so they're all cuddly and wants to be near him to fuck him, but right after their heat ends they're pushing him off of them and doesn't want anything to do with him.

Also I did not know that Chinchillas have a caste system! That's very cool. I bet that's one of the reasons Asmo had a hard time getting adopted, because every time he got bought into a new home he would pee everywhere, and tries to hump his new owners. So everyone keeps bringing him back.

It isn't until you get him and is completely unaffected by him trying to dominate you does he realize *you're* in charge.

Also I love the metal image of Asmo trying to look all sexy in a sand bath. Posing dramatically and puffing up sand. And your just sitting there like :l guess I'm gonna need to vacuum...

Honestly a lot of your head canons for having Asmo as a pet are just very hilarious lol. You gift him a teddy bear to cuddle at night and now he has a Rival. Asmo not believing in shirts so in the winter he cranks the heat WAY up and you're just like "Asmo.... honey.... sweetheart.... I am Dying."

Also also!! Him being nocturnal!! When you wake up to go to work he's completely dead to world, and when you come home he's still kinda of sleepy. Just at 2am? Oh he's Energized. Definitely zooms around the house. Frequently you would wake up to go to work and see that the living room got completely reorganized when you were asleep.

[myinternetaddictworld]

Drunk Confessions

This is the first fic I have ever written!! Hope you guys like it, please feel free to make any suggestions and give feedback :)

Summary: You went out with your friends and had a bit too much to drink. You call Peter to come and pick you up and drunk you accidentally admits how you feel about him.

CW: mentions of drinking, fluff

Word Count: 1.5K

**I had TASM Peter in mind when writing this but it's very vague so imagine whichever Peter you would like :)

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"Y/N!" your friend yells as you tumble out of the fourth bar you had been to that night. You weren't typically a lightweight but after several shots and a couple mixed drinks your vision began to blur and you could barely stand.

"Yeah, she's pretty trashed." your other friend laughs, walking up behind you. They sit down next to you on the sidewalk as the three of you get some fresh air. You lean on your friend's shoulder groaning.

"This is definitely going to bite me in the ass in the morning." you laugh thinking of the awful hangover you know is coming.

"What time is it" you ask pulling out your almost dead phone to reveal it's a little past 2 AM. You know your friends weren't quite ready to end their night so you insisted on calling an Uber and letting them enjoy the remainder of the night. They quickly shut down the idea as it was dangerous to have you travel alone. You twiddle with your thumbs as an idea pops into your head.

"I really don't want to ruin you guy's night...I'll call Peter to pick me up and you guys can do all the partying you want,"

They hesitate before agreeing. You pick your phone up to make the call. It rings a couple times before a sleepy voice finally picks up the phone.

"Hello?" he grumbles on the other side of the phone.

"Peterrrr~" your voice drags out as more of a whine than you had wished it would.

"Y/N? It's like 2AM," he says. "Are you okay?" this response invoking a bit of concern.

"Yes but I'm a little drunk...okay maybe a lot drunk and I need a ride." you say your words beginning to slur a little bit.

You hear a slight chuckle from the other end of the phone.

"Send me the address," he says not hesitating.

Peter had been your best friend since the 3rd grade. If there was anyone who you could count on for anything it was him. He saw you at your awkward acne and braces stage and you had seen him at his scrawny nerdy stage. The two of you had essentially grown up together. In more recent times, you had seen him bulk up. He started wearing tighter shirts that showed off his newly formed biceps and chest. He even began to sport a bit of facial hair which you found incredibly attractive. You couldn't hide it--you had begun to crush on your childhood friend. After you hung up the phone, you sent him your location and let your friends know he was on the way. They agreed to sit and wait with you until he arrived. After about 10 minutes, Peter pulled up in front of the building. You hugged your friends and drunkenly made your way to his car, struggling to open the door before finally climbing in.

"Jesus, how much did you drink?" he ask slightly laughing.

"Don't ask," you say playfully rolling your eyes.

"Okay, whatever you say, just don't hurl in my car because I just cleaned it," he says as he pulls off.

"Hey...you think I could just crash at yours?" you said leaning against the door of his car.

"Yeah, of course," he said not taking his eyes off the road.

Before you knew it, you found yourself staring at him. His light brown eyes glistened in the dim streetlights. His arms looked especially good in the tight black t-shirt he was wearing. He was even wearing the infamous gray sweatpants which you assumed were his pajama pants.

After a semi-short car ride, the two of you arrived at Peter's one-bedroom apartment. He helped you out of the car by wrapping his arms around your waist to help you keep your balance. Once you made it to his front door, he quickly unlocked it leading you to his couch. You removed the heels that were killing your feet and took the fetal position laying down.

"Parker, remind me to never drink again," you groaned closing your eyes.

He laughed handing you a bottled water from his fridge.

"I'll try to remind you next time you go out but you definitely can't sleep like this." He said motioning to the skin-tight dress you were wearing as well as the full face of makeup you dawned.

He helped you into a sitting-up position as he encouraged you to drink some of the water he gave you. He left the room but quickly returned with a bottle of micellar water and a couple cotton pads. He sat next to you emptying some of the substance on a cotton pad and wiping some of the foundation you were wearing off. In the several years of knowing him, Peter knew how much your skincare routine meant to you. Therefore he kept a few of your favorite products in his bathroom for nights like this. You smiled, blushing a little bit at his thoughtfulness.

"God you're so cute" you mumbled not realizing you were speaking aloud.

"You really think so?" he said continuing to remove your makeup. His response gave you just enough time to realize you had said that thought aloud.

"Oh my gosh...sorry," you choked out as you began to blush even harder.

"No, don't apologize it's okay." He said finishing up.

"Yeah, it's probably the alcohol talking," you said trying to cover up your mistake. He smirked at this remark.

"You know they say drunk words are sober thoughts," he said standing to walk back to the bathroom.

You were slightly taken aback by what he had said. Was he entertaining your thoughts for a split second? You quickly shake the thought again blaming it on the alcohol.

"God, Parker you are so corny, I swear." you say trying to change the subject.

"Hey, corny or not, I'm the one who picked drunk you up from the bar remember?" He says making his way back over to you.

"Don't think I didn't notice you staring at me in the car either," He says looking into your eyes.

Your face was hotter than it had ever been. You could tell you were blushing and you could also tell it definitely did not phase Peter.

"I was n-not staring," you mumble looking at your hands.

"You're so cute" Peter states suddenly causing you to look up in surprise.

"What? I'm just matching your energy," he said, his smirk only getting bigger.

"Peter, I am way too drunk for this." you say trying to stand on your feet. This attempt only results in you stumbling and almost falling. Luckily your friend was there to catch you, his hands again placed on your hips to steady you.

"Look Y/N you started it and even if it is your drunken attempt at flirting...I like it." he says.

You can smell faint whiffs of his shampoo behind you. It's only making you more flustered. After mindlessly searching for the right response to his remarks you figure it is better to not say anything at all. Peter notices choosing to finally break the silence.

"Walk with me to the bed, I'll get you some clean clothes," he says starting to shift you toward the bed on the other side of the room.

He places you on the bed and rummages through his drawer until he pulls out a pair of old boxers and a white t-shirt. He tosses it on the bed and makes his way to the kitchen presumably to give you space to change. After a couple minutes of struggling to change you finally finish changing. Peter soon returns with your half-finished water and shoes placing them on the other side of the bed.

"I'll take the couch tonight so feel free to sleep as wild as you want," he jokes making his way back to the couch. Before he makes it too far his name falls from your lips. He turns to face you. Your heart rate picks up as you realize what you're about to do.

"Peter...maybe you were right. Drunk words are sober thoughts. Maybe I do have a little crush on you. I figured I'd get over it by now but I guess not. I don't want to mess up the friendship, but I just wanted to say it because it has been eating away at me--" you begin to ramble before you're stopped by his hands on the sides of your face. Your eyes eventually find his.

"Y/N...I kinda like you too. I have for a while." he says as his cheeks turn a light shade of pink.

Without thinking, you crash your lips into his. To your surprise, he kisses you back. It was a messy yet gentle kiss. You both pull away smiles dawning both your faces.

"You've had a long night, you should get some rest." he says placing a small kiss on your forehead.

"We'll talk about this in the morning, Okay?" he says.

"Promise?" you whisper.

"Promise." he says smiling at you.

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Hope you guys like it and again please feel free to leave comments, opinions, and suggestions. I would love to write more in the future. Thank you for reading!! <3

[faye-tale]

I was tagged by @amillcitygirl thanks lovely 🧡🧡

no pressure tagging peeps who’ve been in my notifs today: @makaylan @iboopedyournose @colettebronte @eleanor-bradstreet @hallownightsblog @queen-of-the-misfit-toys @heeyyyou @daisfordaysstuff @margofiore @broooookiecrisp @brooklynviscountess @curlsincriminology @hspgirl @bridgertontess

nickname | none really :(

height | 5’7”

last google search | a restaurant in the city, see if it’s still open (sadly it’s not)

song stuck in my head | Real Groove - Studio 2054 Remix by Kylie and Dua Lipa

number of followers | depends on the blog. main 200ish, fics 1.2k, secret Benedict stash <50, other blog I founded then appointed others to run cos it got out of hand at peak 14k now ten years later and inactive 7k. I've also deleted other sideblogs cos I'm a fickle bitch.

amount of sleep | right now, 5 hours. Not getting sleepy until 2am cos my brain is still in holiday mode.

dream job | to be so independently wealthy I don’t need to work, so I can just travel and write.

wearing | tartan PJ pants and a grey cotton long sleeves tee

movie/book that describes you | I have NO FUCKING IDEA?!? Mutuals help me out here. @hspgirl you’ve known me for 10 years, I’m drawing all blanks. Edit: hspgirl says a modern Elizabeth Bennett or Jo March.

aesthetic | In decor natural wood tones and muted shades. In style Understated and erring towards as casual as I can get away with. Neutrals, dark wash denim, stud earrings, expensive handbags (don’t ask, it’s a habit I’m trying to break). I can’t pick a decent pair of shoes to save my life, and I have duck feet, so I don’t look good ankles down except in summer when Im okay with sandals. If you see me in a dress or skirt it’s probably against my will.

favorite author(s) | I can’t narrow it down. I tend to only read travel and non fiction. Also occasionally some penguin classics.

favorite song | Impossible!! I can’t even narrow it down to 10 cos I will forget some. Also I am NOT cool, my taste in music is awful. So let’s just go with some random categories. To pull me out of a funk - Fresh Feeling by Eels or Put Your Records On by Corrine Bailey Rae. To make me dance like a crazy person - Cuddly Toy by Roachford, it’s from when I was young and I unironically love it.

random fact | The Daily Telegraph attributed a stupid quote to me I didn't say (at opening day of EuroDisney) and I'm still pissed about it.

[stingslikeabee]

📔 for killer queen && 📔 for blood moon~

send 📖 to read my muse’s diary . accepting

Killer Queen

He came over to my place tonight - I know Sierra Six well enough to tell he's still not convinced that these weird stalkers are gone. I mean, I say 'stalkers' but he thinks they're shady government people trying to get me to get back at him. If he was any other guy, I'd say something about an inflated ego and paranoia but...

He's not. I don't think I remember a single time where he fucked up and if I'm still alive (and out of jail), it's thanks to him. The only reason we came to my place is because he never visited before and it would be as good as any other safe house around - I don't even own the thing under my own name. For a night only, we should be fine.

And even if it was over 2am, we weren't sleepy and we ended up... Cooking. I knew Six wasn't going to rest anyway and I didn't want to leave him alone (funny, huh) and I suggested making a homemade meal and... Fuck. Cooking is an act of love, isn't it? I had some meat and stuff from the store that was fresh enough and we had rare steak and mashed potatoes with some greens.

And the look on his face - I mean; we have food at the bar, he sometimes eats there (he trusts Charlie enough by now, I feel), but it was... Different. I don't think I've seen him looking so... Unguarded. Grateful. Maybe that one time on the plane, but... God. I don't think I'll be able to forget.

He's showering now while I picked this old diary up to write this down because I don't want this to fade. Fuck, I know he can take care of himself, but... That look on his insanely blue eyes made me feel like I wanted to do it for a change. I wanted to protect him - or his heart.

Who would have thought I still had it in me, huh.

Blood Moon Rising

There is something wrong with me - I do not dare say this aloud out of fear someone else within these halls may hear me, but I believe I am... Different. The way that the woods called out to me; the moonlight that looks brighter than it ever did; the pull that the borders of the capital have over me.

I did not grow up like this - I do not recall these sensations, but they have been growing stronger over the last weeks. If anything, they got worse after I met him. He tried to scare me off a few times now but... Why?

Why is he trying to push me away from these grounds? I feel I need to go there, I feel I need to... Be close to him, in some sense. Maybe he is the one that is calling out to me without his normal voice. I felt something when we touched, some sort of charged emotion that I had never experienced. Like my heart skipped a beat and breathing became harder.

This man... Is like a key to unlocking a mystery and I just cannot help but be drawn to it. Doesn't he feel the same? Doesn't he wish to understand why we seem to be polar opposites exercising some form of attraction? And yet... I know how this ends when it happens with a princess - no heir to the throne gets to choose her own life.

(Does he know I am not the peasant girl I try to be when I visit? Is this why he pushes me away...?)

All I know is that I will continue - I will not give up trying and going there; these forests are not his, he cannot keep me from experiencing this strange... Freedom. Out of palace halls, away from the court and without any obligations. I just wished he would join me for once in real life instead of being present in my dreams alone.

These dreams are making me look forward to bedtime, but I cannot help but feel like reality would be infinitely better if he just... Told me his name. Gave in. Until then, I'll hold onto these nighttime illusions.

[pridewon]

@deepsets​ said:   ❛ are you wearing my shirt? ❜ brother shenanigans because i know ive done this to my sister a couple of times LOL

(questions sentence starters)

“... am I?” Atsumu glances down at the shirt he just put on; hair still mussed up from the night before, his morning shower not having rid him of the sleepiness in his eyes either (that’s what happens when you stay up until 2am playing video games with your twin when there is school the next day, arguably - Atsumu has never been very good at listening to reasonable arguments). His shirt, Osamu’s shirt: they had always had their things separate, always gone against the idea that twins should share everything (they are two whole people, after all, thank you very much) or even have the same tastes. But - as much as they have different tastes and different things, there are basics that are... harder to differentiate, when they are both the exact same size, and neither of them is very good at putting their things where they belong, rather than scattered everywhere in their bedroom. 

Maybe their grandmother does have a point, when she sees the state of their shared living space (a battlefield, she calls it, and shakes her head with a hint of disapproval in her voice that always makes them stand at attention, and make promises they never keep). 

Atsumu glances down at the shirt, and honestly... a white shirt is a white shirt, and he can’t tell the difference between his and Osamu’s. So now, Atsumu faces a choice. 

Either he keeps the shirt on, and a fight is inevitable. Atsumu never backs down from a fight with his brother, but... it’s still early; and early means lazy. So either he does that, or...

Or he shrugs it off his shoulders and unceremoniously tosses it at his dumb twin’s face on the lower bunk. “ ‘kay, keep it. Explains why it smelled weird anyway.” (for the record: it doesn’t. but Atsumu Miya is contractually obigated to throw a jab at his brother at every opportunity; and vice versa). Plus - it’s not like half of Osamu’s clothes mysteriously don’t end up in his cupboard on a monthly basis anyway. 

Brothers are meant to be the bane of each other’s existence; a rule the twins follow, live by, and take further than any pair of siblings ever has, surely. 

[snakedogge]

huh total night-posting on the topic of "socially acceptable" mental illnesses and those tiktoks with kids being like "I came here for a mental breakdown now I think it wasn't that serious"

So I'll ramble under the cut about personal stuff - what is this Tumblr but an informal journal for myself anyways

I have had something Deeply Wrong with me for such a long time and after a complete shattering of my mind was I able to get it diagnosed and could start managing it, processing and healing

When I told people in my closest social circle at the time i quickly realized it was A Fucking Mistake. hey, here's my very serious diagnosis of being schizophrenic, I'm telling you all because I trust you and I need support

Suddenly people in my DMs "I think I hear voices too what are yours like? Mines named so and so" and I have to stress this that it wasn't somebody also with this issue coming to me for insight. Multiple people suddenly started identifying with me and leaning *into* it.

My ex who I was with at the time started saying "I think there's something wrong with me too I'm also paranoid" and then used that as a reason he couldn't work. He actually took my explanations for what I was going through and used my experience to get approved for disability through his work. I would wander the streets at night and hide under random cars because I could feel myself being followed. Like my ex is a whole story on his own but I was so genuinely unwell and he literally just used that to do even LESS for me than ever.

My friends started trying to probe about my voices and if they have identities and what was going on in my head and then it didn't take long until they had DID and were kinning characters. (which is not a diss on people with DID or who kin characters. in this specific situation, however, it was deeply uncomfortable.) Meanwhile I couldn't sleep at night because of the faces and because I could swear there were cameras in the walls and before I realized it I couldn't even tell them these things because they'd already packaged up my problem as being cute and quirky. what was my horrifying daily existence became this weird...quirky topic.

It's a really isolating experience. And all that to say I wouldn't undermine that those ex-friends truly did need therapy or help but when I told them my diagnosis they just took it a step further and saw it as a label for some identity and it truly felt like they made it about themselves.

Like my life was already spiraling out of control and now whenever someone asks me "so what are the voices like?" I just immediately cringe regardless of intent. I completely stopped being open about it because of shit like this. I wish I wasn't unnerving to be around and off putting. Yeah some of my stranger moments are funny in retrospect (thanks, Rick and Morty inspired delusional outbursts at 2am) but I still wish they never happened and I never did them.

And I don't mind leaning into being a weirdo. But leaning into my mental illness is totally separate territory. And it was a strange experience to feel, over time, like somebody was just trying to co-opt my identity, multiple times.

I know that of course some of that could be elevated by the paranoia but that's why I've sat and run through everything start to finish multiple times.

anyway all that to say that yeah, I believe people genuinely think mental illness is just a series of quirks. it's not just kids either but full grown adults. maybe they don't consciously think "it's just quirky" but the versions of mental illness they are comfortable with in their head only go that far. idk I am very sleepy

also glad my ass is back on tumblr. it's as anonymous a social media as I can get anymore, and I love feeling like I'm talking into a fuckin void of nothing, but still leaving a speck of me behind somewhere on the internet. honestly at the end of the day I just want to talk about my experience with my mental illness, but without... all of that. and without making others uncomfortable. like I feel like I have a few people I could absolutely DM them about stuff but I also feel it would put them in a tough spot. so God bless Tumblr dot com