#I didn't proofread this

[cyberluvzu]

Hello! :3

Could you do how Jeff, EJ, Toby and Ben (all separated) would react to Y/N being uncomfortable because of stretch marks on the thighs (or other parts of the body)?? Like what would they do or say about it :D

Sorry if it was a very long request or something ;)

Have a good day/night <3

Luv ya !! ♡

EJ, Jeff, Toby, and BEN with an insecure partner

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MWAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHA I LOVE THIS. As someone with stretch marks I totally get being insecure about them. BUT ALL OF Y'ALL LOOK SO HOT AND SMEXY WITH THEM I JUST WANNA EAT YOU UP KAGAKGSKAGJAMZ

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EYELESS JACK

Bro does NOT care

He's genuinely so confused when he figures out you're insecure about them

Stretch marks? So what?

He literally has tar leaking out of his eyesockets, why on Earth would he care about you having stretch marks?

When/if you explain why you're insecure about your stretch marks, then he'll understand

He completely gets being insecure about the way you look, he feels the same way about himself sometimes (all the time)

I also like to think that because of the whole demon transformation that Jack also has stretch marks because his body changed so quickly

He just doesn't care about his stretch marks, considering everything else he has going on

He'll think about telling you that he has them too, and he doesn't care about them, so why would he care about yours?

But then backs out of it because he thinks that he's ugly and doesn't want you seeing yourself in that light

Instead he'll reassure you every now and then

The way that he reassures you is a bit different to say the least because he doesn't entirely understand social cues or social "rules"

He just will very bluntly tell you to not be insecure and that you look good. I like to think that EJ can catch onto your mood very fast because of how observant he is, so he'll know that something is up almost immediately

You'd be feeling down about your stretch marks and he'd know that you're upset, but not know what it's about.

Once he catches onto you being a little extra insecure that day he'll try his best to cheer you up in his own little way

He will, in fact, headbutt you like a cat that wants attention. He does it in an effort to distract you with something that he knows you like about himself. He also does it because he knows you'll smiling at him everytime he does it

He just doesn't want you to feel bad about yourself in the way he feels bad about himself

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BEN DROWNED

He doesn't give a shit

LMAO

He thinks that you are already so perfect and gets almost upset that you'd ever be insecure about yourself

I think that he would get very obsessive when in a relationship and that's just one of the things he does

He gets upset that you think your stretch marks are "ugly" because in his eyes you genuinely have NO flaws

He does comfort you but his way of doing that is with words of "affirmation"

Or at least that's what he likes to call it

He'll see you looking all cute and immediately whistle and say something along the lines of "looking good, hot stuff" or something cliche like that

He would definitely reassure you by touching you, he's already a person that likes physical contact so this just gives him more of an excuse to grab at you

Stretch marks on your thighs? Boom him hand is there. Tummy? His hand his already there, babe. Literally anywhere you have stretch marks? You bet your ass he's on it

He would FOR SURE send you memes about it to cheer you up, he already sends you couple memes but now he's gonna go overboard with it

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JEFF THE KILLER

He deadass doesn't understand bro

And not in the "aw you're so cute" way. It's more in the "why the fuck would you even think that?" way

He doesn't understand certain insecurities because he hasn't experienced them and because he is pretty obsessed with himself

You will have to literally sit down with this man and explain why you're insecure about your stretch marks, and he STILL wouldn't fully understand

He would understand that his partner is uncomfortable with their body and try to comfort you in his own way, but his way is rather aggressive(?) to say the least

He will literally yell words of affirmation at you from across the room when he even feels like you're getting SLIGHTLY insecure, sometimes when you're not even feeling that way

He'd buy you a cute little outfit and then make your ass stand in front of a mirror and have you call yourself beautiful/handsome

"Jeff, I don't know about this.."

"CALL YOURSELF GOOD LOOKING RIGHT NOW"

He'll most likely stand behind you and watch you do it. Probably propping his head on your shoulder and wrapping his arms around you

He's so silly I love and hate him so bad

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TICCI TOBY

Oh, tic tac tobiathan

He is so sweet when it comes to this

He'll understand if you explain it to him and is pretty sympathetic when it comes to being insecure

He is also insecure about a slew of things from his gash to some of his tics, so he completely gets being insecure about something that you cannot control

When cuddling he'd like to trace patterns on wherever you have stretch marks and whisper to you about how they're so cool/pretty

He thinks that they're so cool

Definitely calls them cute names like "tiger stripes" or "lightning marks" and even "snake skin" if you'd let him

Tries his best to make you forget about your stretch marks when you feel bad about having them

He would definitely distract you in an effort to make you feel better because that's what he would like

Would literally do anything in order to make you happy in that moment, he'd let you play with his hair, cuddle, watch a movie and snuggle, anything that would make you feel better, he'd do

I like to think that Toby is kinda like Ben, in the sense that they both get obsessive when in a relationship

Toby will hyperfixate on you because of how much he loves you so he would catch onto you being insecure about yourself FAST

Before you can even realize it, he's already distracting you with anything that he can in order to cheer you up

He'd also bite the shit outta where you have stretch marks

LMFAO

I'm sorry but that boy is MUZZLED because he BITES

So why wouldn't he bite you as a form of affection?

He'd like to bite you wherever you have them also because he likes the texture of it, he'd just sit there and gnaw on you until you physically pull him off

I love him sm I'm gonna kiss his face violently

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I'VE FINALLY DONE IT GUYS, I'VE FINISHED ONE FANFIC 🙏🙏🙏🙏

Lmfao thank y'all for being so patient w me and waiting for a gazillion years 🫶 I have been VERY busy with school but it thankfully is not kicking my ass this year

[lvmimis]

cw: fluff. fem!reader works in support tech. alcohol.

You’re not sure you should be overhearing this part of the men’s conversation, but it’s hard not to do so when Denki’s voice is so damn loud, and the chatter amongst the women in the circle you’ve broken off into, many of which are former UA goers at this mixer doesn’t match the raucous laughter between him and Sero, as they drunkenly probe at their former classmates’ romantic interests.

It’s a happy hour to celebrate those Pro Heroes who have attended this year’s Biomedical Support Gear convention, and you’ve quickly lost interest in your current circle’s chatter - not that they are not interesting, but as you weren’t in that fated UA class, rather two years ahead of them, it’s often hard to remember specific classroom lore, but you’re there to tend to your friend primarily because she was unduly afraid of running into Izuku who didn’t even bother showing up and Uraraka who was indulging in an entirely different circle.

But it’s not the only reason, you have to admit to yourself, as you toss a furtive glance towards the sound of Katsuki’s voice, hoping that it’s not met with his own piercing red eyes. He doesn’t notice you, a grimace on his face as Sero waxes poetic on which of their former female classmates have only grown prettier over the years.

“I just feel like it’s unacceptable that Hagakure is still not taken after all these years. Have you seen her?” he says. Iida would say something to object to the objectification of a classmate, but he’s stone cold drunk and standing perfectly still like a tree.

One that could easily tip over.

Katsuki hasn’t commented, you notice, perhaps a bit too interested, but Mineta mentions something about only seeing her boobs 50% of the time being a dealbreaker for him.

You roll your eyes, your listening ear starting to lose interest in the conversation, startled again by your drunk and lovesick friend grabbing you by the arm.

“I think you should talk to him today,” she slurs. She laughs a little too loud, then tiptoes to wave, but you spin her away, reminding her to drink water. 

“One of us should win!” she yells. “One of us needs to win, if I’m going to die alone you can’t-”

You clasp your hand over her mouth gently as you pull her away, taking the closest path to the bathroom with her before she cries yet again over  a man who had zero conceivable way of knowing that she’s been in love with him for years and that’s when you hear it.

“Okay but why would I want Mirio’s leftovers?”

You pause for a moment, frozen in place.

It’s very clear who the slimeball you have to look down to meet eyes with means by this, you. You, whose rumored breakup was surprisingly well known among Pro circles, an open secret, yet not yet announced to the public; you, who quickly turned your head when you realized Sero and Denki had realized you were hearing it; you who didn’t feel your friend pull out of your hold to immediately start yelling, entering her belligerence phase.

She’s not the first one to grab Mineta by the shirt collar-

Katsuki is.

“Hey, I was just kidding!!!” He yells.

The girls have stopped chatting by now too and the entire group has started to stare.

“Are you going to shut the fuck up then?”

Katsuki’s voice is low and cool, far different from his earlier days, when all he was to you was the loudmouth first year Mirio sometimes spoke of fondly, or the hothead your best friend spoke of less than fondly yet somewhat affectionately. He’s quiet enough that you can feel your own blood grow warm while you’re sure Mineta’s turns to ice, but Kirishima is already trying to de-escalate and you can hear your friend stifling a giggle.

When you want to ask her why she’s laughing, she practically saunters off, wobbly in high heels and your concern for her briefly outweighs the surprise that runs through your whole body.

But as you follow her, your eyes turn back to Katsuki’s for a moment, and meet, and his lips part for a second, before you hurry off, feeling his eyes on your back.

—

“I don’t know what more evidence you need that he wants to fuck you.” Your friend is full of glee, reapplying lip gloss as you adjust your hair, your heart still pounding a bit in your chest.

You have to admit a man fighting for your honor is sexy, even if it’s disruptive and unexpected.

You and Katsuki don’t talk often, and you’re aware of his crush, but you’re used to flirting enough and freely that you’d imagine someone like him wouldn’t take it too seriously. 

And even if what Mineta said wasn’t true in the slightest, you can see why he said it - the rumor mill has not always been so friendly to you, partly due to the overwhelming attention garnered by dating the current #1 hero but also in some part due to your overtly friendly and incorrectly read as seductive personality.

Pursuing any interest will read as bad, no matter how eager your friend is to encourage you.

—

This doesn’t stop you from ending up cozied with him by the end of the night. 

Cozied up is an overstatement, you simply sit next to him, your knees touching, and not alone, because your friend grins at you from a distance as you take Katsuki’s hand gently, playing with the plastic ring on his finger, but it looks a certain way no matter how you cut it.

Your conversation now is a long cry from an initial thank you for defending me but you didn’t have to do that, to which he had grimaced and struggling to change the subject, you decided to offer him an out yourself.

Merciful you are.

“Is this the illustrious ring?”

A rumor that Dynamight was engaged had previously spread like wildfire, which your friend had confirmed was utter bullshit.

He can’t talk to women, she’d said confidently. 

Well, he’s talking to one right now, you think. You glance at him and you notice he is concentrating a little too deftly on your touch on his hand, and when you glance at your friend she’s smiling gleefully. 

You find yourself sticking your tongue out at her, quickly rearranging your face when he looks at you.

“I’m not married obviously.” He shifts, taking his hand gently from you and folding it in his lap a little too coquettishly. “PR agent thought it would get more…” he trails off.

“Attention on you?” you ask, laughing.

He gives you an annoyed look but he twists his mouth to the side, more of a pout than a glower.

“Yeah.”

“I think you’re plenty attention-grabbing enough,” you offer him. He looks down, then looks at you for a moment, then opens his mouth for a second before closing it.

You sit in silence for another moment, and he stares at the plastic ring in his own hand, twirling it, not dissimilar from the way you did just moments earlier.

“Hey, are the rumors between you and Mirio true?” he asks.

Your eyebrows raise, then you look around, wondering if your friend can see you, but she’s off to bother someone else, possibly bully Mineta for good measure, and it seems to be just you. The happy hour is winding down, and people are filing out.

Confirming a rumor from your own lips is not a crime, but sometimes it feels hard to do.

“Yeah.”

Katsuki pauses, not looking at you for a moment.

Then all he says is, “Good to know,” before getting up to leave.

As you watch him go, wondering if he can stay a little longer, and then you consider instead of you potentially plotting on him, he might just be plotting on you.

[heartowan]

★ WINTER VISITOR : red hood x reader!

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* im not from america so i have absolutely nooo idea how much is -20°c in fahrenheit im sorry 😭 *

You used to enjoy winter so much more when you were a kid. The snow, the warm clothes, the atmosphere, your mom's hot chocolate... everything was so perfect back then. Now, though, you didn't like it as much.

Not because you grew up to be an insufferable grump, but things weren't as easy. At 9, you didn't have to walk on snowy streets from campus to work to your house in a -20°C weather. Freezing your ass used to be fun when it was voluntary.

But, fortunately, the holidays were already coming, so you wouldn't have any more classes during these few weeks, and you'd also get a few breaks from your job at the bookstore. Finally, some rest.

That's what you thought when you approached your porch, pulling out the keys to open the door in a practiced movement, but you stopped when your eyes caught a glimpse of something red. Then you walked a little closer, and you were able to make out the shape of someone sitting down with their legs stretched, hand cluching their side, a weird helmet on their head and a little cropped brown jacket... what a weird combination.

You knew that helmet, though. You lived in his area, after all.

"Can I help you?" Anyone, literally, anyone, would advise you to not speak to him and simply go find some place else to crash for the night until he went away. The thing is, you wouldn't listen anyway.

He raised his head in your direction, the white eyes of that creepy/fucking weird helmet staring at you, sizing you up and probably judging the fact that you were wearing green tights and red shoes. But, hey, who even was he to judge your style choices?

"Actually, yeah." He said, and even with the modulator distorting his voice, you could hear the hoarsness and the faint tireness. "I'm fucked up over here, I'm not sure I can walk anymore."

You furrowed your eyebrows at that and reached for the phone in your pocket. Carefully, you crouched down beside him and turned on the torch to be able to see his wound better. "Let me see." You said, urging him to take his hand away.

He revealed the wound to you, and God, it was nasty. A bloody and very bumpy gash started from the left side of his abdomen to a little bit before the height of his shoulder blade. Absolutely disgusting. Whoever did that was probably trying to split him in half.

"Oh, my God." You mumbled, your eyes widened at the sight.

"Yeah." He added, nodding his head in understanding to your shock. "Can you at least let me in to... I don't know? Clean it up? It just starts bleeding more if I walk, and I don't wanna get an infection."

What kind of stupid fucking little dumbo would let a stranger dressed like that into their house, especially in Gotham?

"Yeah, come on in." You said, your eyebrows furrowing even more at your own brainlessness. They were almost knitted together like a unibrow.

★...

He sat down on your couch like his body weighted tons, and you noticed how his wound did an odd ripple movement. It just got weirder.

"I have a first aid kit in my bathroom." You said, stripping off your coat and your jacket. "I'll go get it. Do you need anything else?" He just shook his head, and you quickly disappeared into the little hallway.

Red Hood used this moment to look around your house, trying to distract himself from the pain and dizziness. He took in how your walls weren't white, but some kind of eggshell color and there was a green wall too, that one covered in framed paintings, pictures and many posters, as well as some hanging plants.

There were just so many plants. Your couch was more comfortable than his bad, and you had a fluffy mat at the center of the living room, between the couch and your bookshelves, which were full of books he could barely recognize in the dim light.

Oh, yes, the lamps. You had little lamps everywhere and one big lamp beside the couch, but they were all warm and barely even illuminated a thing. They made the room very cozy, though.It was so homey, and it looked like you. If he saw you randomly on the street and for some reason he decided to guess what your house looked like from the inside, that would be it. Maybe not as many lamps, but still.

"Okay, I'm back." You walked out of the little hall in hurried steps, a little red box in your hands. You kneeled close to him on the couch. "Fuck, the lights." You mumbled, and he though your annoyed tone was funny, so he smiled a little under his helmet.

After switching on the big, white light, you kneeled again and gently moved the ripped fabric of his shirt away from the cut. He was staining your couch with blood, but you decided not to care at that moment. With some gauze and saline solution, you cleaned the whole thing up, the sides, and what you could reach of the insides, then, you sprayed some antiseptic on it.

"This is disgusting, but I don't think you'll need stitches." You murmured, not looking at him. Your eyes were focused on the wound. "At least not on the whole thing."

"I can manage." It was all he said.

"I'm gonna patch it up so it isn't exposed." He simply nodded at that, and you started covering the extension of the gash with the little pieces of gauze you had, and then, you secured them with some adhesive tape. "All done."

He stayed there for at least forty minutes, and you noticed how he seemed to have fallen asleep at some point. Maybe he was too tired. You didn't care, but you let him rest anyway.

When he woke up from his nap, you had changed outfits into something more comfortable than the jeans you wore before. A pair of gray sweatpants and a very soft brown hoodie on top of your black Iron Man t-shirt.

"You want some tea?" You offered, looking down at him as he seemed to access the situation — probably forgot what the hell had happened for a second.

"Yeah... yeah. What is it?" He mumbled, his distorted voice sounding groggy. You smiled faintly at that.

"It's peach and ginger." You said. "I like it."

You poured a small amount of it in a little mug you had. It was one of your favorites, with little leaves painted all over it.

"I put honey on it, tastes better." You handed him the mug. And then it hit you... how the hell was he gonna drink the tea with that weird ass helmet on? "How do you- oh."

He shut you up when he removed the helmet after one little click at the back of it.

"You wear a mask under your helmet?" You arched one eyebrow, and he chuckled at your reaction.

"It's for the effect." He said and took a sip of the tea. "Very sweet."

You took a moment to look at the exposed parts of his face. He had a few scars all over it, a sharp jaw and slightly plumpy lips, which were rosy from drinking the tea. He also had flushed cheeks, probably from the cold and a seemingly straight nose. You couldn't really tell the shape from that distance.

"Thanks for taking care of that... and for te tea. And for letting me nap on your couch." He said, looking up at you.

His voice sounded so melodic now without the modulator. It was just slightly raspy, not absurdly deep, but not even a little bit high, and just so much more easy on the ears than you'd ever expect Red Hood's voice to be.

"You're leaving?" You asked in a slightly exasperated tone that surprised both of you and put your own mug down. "You sure you're gonna be alright?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine. Don't worry." He shook his head, waving his hand as if to say it wasn't a big deal. You just shrugged at that.

He put his mug down, it was almost empty. So he liked the tea. With his helmet in hand and walking a little more stable than before, he offered you a small smile before stepping over to your door.

"Bye." He murmured. "Thanks again."

You stood there after he left, in your living room, with the big light on, staring at the door. What an unusual night. Your eyes drifted back to the blood stain on your couch, and you groaned internally at the fact that you were the one that was gonna have to clean that.

That only reinforced your belief that vigilantes only brought more and more trouble.

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first part here !!

[spoiled-oatmeal]

Hello, I'm insane and haven't been able to get this theory out of my mind. I saw a post saying that white crows will often be shunned by the rest of a crow family due to their color, causing them to struggle to provide for themselves. This causes white crows to be quite rare since they typically don't live very long. As I was reading the post, it occurred to me, I know a character with bird motifs with noticeable white hair and who is considered an outsider. In this essay, I will...

Thinking about it more, if their curse changed their physical appearance and caused them to be ostracized by their family, it could make the fact that their favorite dessert is one designed to be shared in large groups even sadder. The white crow could also be used to show how they're treated even by people in Erida. Also if they are supposed to be symbolized as a crow with albinism it could also explain them having red pupils..

If this doesn't make sense, ignore it. I need to go to sleep... and work on my many papers that are due... Good Night...

[kokushiboublackgf]

Home at Last

Warnings & Notes: Smut, MDNI, AFAB reader, wrote this while high off an edible lol.

Michikatsu sighs tiredly as he steps into the estate with his dirty uniform paying no mind to the servants that bow as he walks past them or ask if he wants to be treated to a bath. He makes his way to his wife’s room and sees you reading. You look up at him with a small look of surprise at this face because you hadn’t expected him to come home earlier than expected and his dirty and bloody uniform would be something you would never get used to.

As he starts taking off his uniform and revealing his perfect muscled body your breath hitches. It doesn’t matter how many times you’ve seen him naked, you’ll never get used to his sculpted body. He turns to look at you as he starts untying his hakama pants.

“Strip” he says lowly. Your eyes widen a bit and you blink before you smirk. Michikatusu likes to do four things when he comes home from a mission, and those are fucking you, bathing, eating and then sleeping. You suspect that the stress of being a former samurai and current hashira, as well as the time spent away from you during these missions causes his lust to go through the roof.

You start taking your kimono off and crawl over to the futon, shaking your hips side to side, excited for what’s to come next. He wastes no time pushing you further into the futon so that your upper body rests on the sheets, while he holds your lower half of the body up by your waist. He presses his nose into your pussy and breathes in your scent. You gasp and giggle.

Dragging his nose up and down your pussy he spreads your ass cheeks apart to gain more access. When he starts licking and sucking you feel yourself squirming and moaning. The more you moan the more pressure he starts to apply to that area.

“Please let me have more” you whisper breathily. You’re rewarded with a slap on your ass cheek which makes you squeak.

“Be patient” he grumbles as he rubs his fingers across your slit and toys with your clit. He then starts fingering you softly which makes you moan and move your hips further onto his fingers, to feel more of it. When he moves his finger away you whine.

“Stop your whining you’ll get what you want dear” he says with a smirk on his face while he strokes himself with some of your juices and his pre-cum. Pressing himself closer to your back, he leans to your ear and bites your earlobe softly.

“Are you ready? You have no idea how much I’ve missed you my dear wife” he mumbles into your ear. You hum and move your head to the side to press a needy kiss to his lips. When he moves away he rubs the head of his cock against your slit and little by little presses it into your hole before easing in with a deep groan. You grip the sheet and curse.

Michikatsu starts moving his hips back and forth while gripping your hips. The feeling of him deep in you makes your eyes lidded and has you letting out whines and soft moans. Despite how full you feel, you still feel like you need more. As Michikatsu moves his hips back and forth, you move your hips back to match his speed and movement. Soon enough the room is filled with the sounds of skin slapping and moans coming from the both of you.

You can feel yourself reaching a climax and the feeling of your body reaching its orgasmic heights, and Michikatsu’s cock still moving within you has you letting out a blissful cry while gripping the sheets. Michikatsu grips your hips tighter and curses when he feels you tighten around him and orgasm and soon enough he’s spilling into you.

He sighs and breathes deeply in and out before he slowly pulls out of you. Sitting on his knees he helps you turn over on his back softly and massages your legs. He spreads them apart and licks your cunt softly, not minding the combination of both of your fluids being on his tongue. You softly push his head away with a small laugh.

“Hey now that’s enough” you chuckle tiredly. He lays on top of you softly and kisses your lips passionately before giving you a soft kiss.

“I’ve missed you a lot” he mumbles into your hair. You hum and wrap your arms around him, savoring the feeling of your naked and sweaty bodies pressed against each other. It’s true that his status as a hashira means that he’s away a lot and for long periods too. So any time he returns home is time meant to be spent with one another.

“Missed you too” you reply while running your hands through his long black hair. “Why don’t we relax a bit and then do another round? You have it in you right?”

He chuckles before pulling away and placing his arms next to your head, smirking at you.

“Of course I do.”

[meetmymouth]

Just read leave the door open and now I’m wondering if Theaeora y/n has seen Harry do his business

Harry never thought things would come to this.

He's heard his mum and dad talk about him barging through the bathroom door without knocking. Anne said he loved making Des angry, and he only stopped doing it when he was five.

Theadora is four.

Whenever Harry–or Y/N for that matter–is in the toilet, or in the shower, they never lock the door.This means, Theadora can come in quite easily if she wanted to, which, she usually does– for some reason. So, when Y/N and Thea make banana bread in the kitchen after their tea, Harry does the stupidest thing he can ever do nowadays and lets them know he'll have a quick shower before joining them.

They both freeze at the words I'm gonna have a shower, I'll be back, and Harry tries to act cool, pressing a kiss on Y/N's cheek, then on Thea's forehead.

"Love you, be right back..."

Five minutes in, he's washing his face with his cleanser, still inside the shower, when he hears Thea getting cranky, he can tell by the yelling and groaning coming from the kitchen. He laughs, sorta feeling relaxed as opposed to his recent showers in the past few months because of her new hobby of coming inside the bathroom, and turns the shower off. He dries off quickly, and like a normal human being, he sits on the toilet, thinking he still has a few minutes since he can still hear her complaining.

He's just about to reach for the toilet paper when the door opens, and Thea barges through the door with Y/N in tow.

The small child has a reckless grin on her cherubic face, but Harry doesn't care– he feels frustrated.

"Theadora!" Y/N raises her voice, clearly as upset and fed-up by the reoccurring situation, and Harry sighs, sitting back with his hands on his lap, covering himself.

"Teddy," he starts, making eye contact with Y/N for a moment before his gaze falls back on Thea. "You need to knock, sweetheart, we've talked about this before, right?"

She bites her bottom lip, but she's not looking at him, she's looking at the rubber ducks sitting by the shower.

Y/N sighs. "Theadora, can you look at me?"

"Mhm," the ducks are forgotten. She turns to her mother.

"Actually," Harry mumbles, itching his thigh. "You guys can wait for me in the living room to have this conversation... again," he nods at Y/N. She's holding herself back, he knows. He knows a laugh is threatening to come out. "I'm in the middle of something here."

"Yes," Y/N nods, hands going to Thea's shoulders. "Come."

But, she doesn't move. Instead, she turns back to Harry, and Harry knows what's coming.

He just knows his daughter. He knows her so well, because he's been in her shoes before.

"Is daddy having a poo?"

Y/N bites her lip.

Harry rolls his eyes.

"Yes, Thea, I was. Go with mummy, I'll be with you guys in a minute, sì?"

"Sì... sì, daddy. I maked a banana bread with mummy, do you want to eat with us?"

"Thea..."

[lokilysolbitch]

Psychosis Discussion for the Witchy/Pagan Folks In My Phone

also i'm not an expert, this is based off personal experience, personal research, formal research (my past college classes, but it's not like we had an in depth class for psychosis specifically, we just touched on it for like a week or two total), what i've heard from others, and observation

u know what. no one tells y'all what to do if you think ur in spiritual psychosis* (or just psychosis). all they do is make fun of people they think are in psychosis and use the term like a weapon.

here's what to do

eat enough (this one is underrated. how will your brain be able to work properly if not given the fuel? it takes energy to emotionally regulate and double check conclusions you come to)

drink water

try to get enough sleep (also underrated)

do something non psychosis related. draw something silly, or go sit outside, or watch a comfort show. observe how your body feels without assigning explanations to why it feels that way. these are all to help ground yourself. (sometimes grounding is explained with a spiritual lens and you may not want to get into that if you're trying to take a break from spirituality). if you're delusions are about deities, take a break from your deities. they won't be mad, they've seen psychosis before and they love you.

address your distress. i can't speak much for manic feeling types of psychosis, my episodes were very anxiety based. but for anxiety, use coping mechanisms for calming yourself down. do something that doesn't harm you but makes you feel safe.

if you can, get professional help, or get medications adjusted if that's what's causing it

if you know the source or something heavily influencing your psychosis, distance yourself from it. witchtok is known for fearmongering and feeding peoples psychosis

reach out to friends if you've been isolating yourself. you can just spend time together doing something chill. something that helped my episodes was being with people who weren't tied to the themes of my psychosis, so if your psychosis is tied to witchcraft for example, hang out with friends who don't do anything witchy, or stay off the topic of witchcraft if your friends are all into witchcraft

hold off on major decisions like large purchases, getting rid of lots of personal items, moving, etc until you feel better and more stable

a bonus tip is to spend time away from people who are toxic or who make you feel confused and off kilter. if there's someone who for reasons you can or cant explain, just repeatedly makes you feel bad about yourself or guilty or angry, it might be because they're toxic in a way you havent noticed yet. if i had a nickel for every time someone told me they thought they were going insane until they spent less time with someone who turned out to be an abuser, and they suddenly got better, i'd have three nickels including myself.

i see too many people in witch/pagan communities acting like the psychosis is just when people are weird or when believe weird things and it's such a bold thing to say when we literally talk to gods and/or light candles to get money. it makes it seem like the bad part of psychosis is being weird or cringy. that is not what is destructive about psychosis. what's destructive is the social isolation, obsession, anxiety, paranoia, lack of self care, and big impulsive decisions. if you feel safe, are safe, and aren't harming others, your beliefs are not a major concern. you're either right, or harmlessly wrong. nothing wrong with that. so stop bullying people you think are weird, i will always repeat this sentiment

if something happens in your practice that is a little wacky, just keep taking care of yourself. the priority is your safety and others' safety. there's a lot of fearmongering in witchy spaces about being wildly wrong meaning you're in psychosis, but being wrong is okay. do some research (not on social media), ask for signs you can't miss, get a tarot reading from someone you trust, and remember spirituality is just wacky sometimes. we can't prove every single spiritual occurrence. we can only prove if we're physically taken care of. if you're safe, and the people around you are safe, and you don't feel overwhelmed with paranoia or anxiety or mania, you're probably okay to move forward, and just accept you could be right or wrong.

also, coming out of psychosis is a slow process. you're changing your view of your own reality. that doesn't happen in one night.

*i want to add to this, it is possible to know you're in psychosis, it's just not always common. if you are feeling like everyone is out to get you (thinking everyone is trying to hex you or you're being constantly spiritually attacked), or that you are more special than everyone (thinking youre a gods favorite devotee, that you're the most powerful witch, thinking you're the only one stopping an astral war, for me i thought i personally would cause the rapture), feeling like everything is a sign, those could be delusions. (the ones i'm describing here are delusions of persecution, grandeur, and reference. i see these most often in witchy/pagan/spiritual spaces)

also this might just be me, i have chronic dissociation, OCD, GAD, and such but psychosis has its own separate feeling of "i'm losing it". it feels like that mental thing you get in dreams where you just don't question anything. once you're out of it, you're like "why did i just believe that???". and like you can question yourself in a dream, but you'll only catch one thing. you'll recognize the clocks are look weird, but you won't notice the walls changing colors, you know? so if you feel that half-in a dream, reasoning isn't working right feeling, that could be a signal too. i think the closest feeling i've had to this was a PTSD (not a cptsd one in this case) flashback after a night of no sleep.

okay i'm rambling. tldr: if you think you're developing are/in psychosis, do basic physical self care (especially eating enough). do things that are simple and fun that isn't related to what is triggering you (so like grounding). social self care, like meeting with friends to do things not related to your psychosis triggers. try to use basic coping skills for anxiety, guilt, fear, things like that. you don't need to dig into why you feel it, just how to calm it down.

and stop bullying ppl online, doesn't matter how insane you think they are

(i have DID and it's hard to keep track of what i say without rambling and switching trains of thought and repeating myself without realizing so if this is confusing. uhh. rip lmao)

[theunluckyclover775]

Crime Alley never truly got its name until the GCPD had cut the local station's funding. Then crime started to rise, just a little. Not enough to warrant the name, but just enough for people to notice and create a buzz around change. The mayor was going to try and scrape up loose funds to give to the old station, to try and tamper down the damage without hurting other public facilities, like the schools and libraries.

But then the election came, and one of the nominees had used a campaign about 'lowering crime rates in Gotham', and specifically pointing out Park Row as a big example. On top of the increase, he planted drug rings for added effect here and yellow journalism there and the whole thing explodes. Every overdose from the area in the Gotham Tribunal is highlighted in the obituaries. Every theft gets its own story in the paper. It seems to the people outside Park Row that the mayor incumbent has left it running rampant, criminals and hookers running on every corner.

Tourist attractions start to pull out from the area, and a mass exodus of people follow, leaving those too poor to leave and the criminals already there full control of the city. School and other public service funding is cut, due to the population loss. This not only increases the rent in the area with landlords trying to make a living, but also the drop out rate with kids needing to work full time for their family. Which, in turn, also increases the crime rate. The mayor incumbent loses the election, leaving the new one in power and now having a bigger problem than he initally intended on his hands. But he had two cards up his sleeves. Both bleeding hearts, hearts that bleed gold and would bend over backwards to not only help a friend, but the city their family flourished in for over a century.

Thomas and Martha were more than happy to help out, and hopefully rebuild the district to what it once was. The 'Bring Back Park Row' initiative was created soon after. The Waynes start making donations to the areas libraries, schools, and other places in the district. They create scholarships, pop up shelters, and a rehab facility. The first Wayne Orphanage was opened there. And soon enough, the two get the idea to start having day trips there. The press following them and little Brucie on their little vacations. If the people can see that it's not as bad as it once was, people would flood back in and return to the old Park Row.

The Waynes restore an old movie theatre, and its grand opening was going to play an old detective movie from the year of its original opening. They all dressed up for the event, and Bruce looked so cute in his little suit and tie. Martha looked elegant as a morning lily with her pearls. Thomas, matching Bruce in a suit and tie, looked powerful and yet kind with the small smile lines faintly showing on his face and in the corners of his eyes.

The movie went off without a hit. But instead of papers across Gotham singing songs of success; papers from across the country sang hymns of mourning. Mourning the Lily of Gotham, the kind King. Many feel pity and eat up the sad look of Brucie in a shock blanket being consoled by a young police officer. Soon enough the papers latch onto the easy money, and their deaths become sensationalised. Bruce's life gets held under a microscope, not a month goes by without a paper coming out about Bruce and his sad, orphaned life.

Mourning the loss of Park Row. Angered at the creation of Crime Alley.

[northhopest]

7x10: Chaos Agent

Alexi used this episode as a promo for Zander’s music, and you know what? I’m not even mad. The major disappointment with Zander was not performing Cop Cuties.

The cold open with him being Celina’s date with a hidden agenda to get closer to Nolan is comical. I also love Bailey and Celina’s mother/daughter relationship even though Jenna’s only 9 years older than Lisseth.

Daddy Cop: Tim’s Version

I’m not surprised that Lucy knows Daddy Cop. In one of my fics, she sings it so much that their 3 year old daughter ends up innocently singing it to Tim.

This Chenford and Nolan scene also speaks to Chenford’s progress. Compared to that godforsaken food truck scene in 7x02 when Lucy made that problematic paying off her “debt of gratitude” to Tim statement, this scene was classic Chenford.

Up until 7x07, I was one of Chenford’s biggest critics and up until 7x05, I was extremely protective of Lucy. They jumped right into the season with flirting (Tim) and bantering (Lucy) without a roadmap of where they’d been during the hiatus. The season became more enjoyable for me once Tim started showing his feelings. Tim is actively trying to fix what he thinks is irreparable. He didn’t even do this with his wife (7x07). Once the damage was done with Isabel, he moved on. But with Lucy, it’s different.

Lucy: I don’t understand why men take everything so seriously Tim: I don’t see how you can generalize something like that Lucy: Experience

There are different ways to interpret “experience.” If this is a Cholan reference, I hope whomever wrote this episode gets skunked. 

I think it’s her being spicy towards Tim in a sarcastic/feisty way and telling him that he takes everything so seriously.

The Lucy that sang Cop Cuties, bantered with Tim, and then had her hand on Tim’s arm in the raccoon scene was different from the Lucy that bantered with Tim in 7x01. She didn’t have the stiffness of 7x01, the morning after avoidance of 7x06, nor the love declaration avoidance of 7x08. I see that as progress. He’s been doing the work to work his way back into a place where she’s comfortable with him. That took time. His hard work is paying off because the Lucy in these two scenes, “experience” jab aside, is seemingly the Lucy in S5 that stole his radio.

Chenford: Miles’ Biological Parents

Smitty sneaks off into Tim’s old office to eat his donuts (and, let’s be honest, take a nap). Smitty almost face plants when Tim shoves him. They did it for comedic purposes, but shoving a coworker is grounds for termination in real life. 

Tim and Lucy give conflicting advice to Miles about what to do with the raccoon. Lucy undermining Tim in front of his rookie is funny yet disrespectful—no one else could get away with that. Tim lets Lucy get away with it. “Small doses” Tim will let Lucy get away with just about anything if it doesn’t harm her. But if the roles were reversed and he undermined Lucy in front of her rookie, fandom would be in hell over it. 

Lucy and a rodent (quick take)

Rodent: You think this guy is really gonna come back for her?Lucy: I think there is no guy Me: I think there is no cancer Rodent: Holy cow, that’s wild. She seems so innocent. Me, since December: Rodent’s evil. If Lucy’s career gets tainted by yet another white male (Nolan, Bradford, Primm, Rodent) I’ll -  Fandom discovering Rodent's true colors: Holy cow, that’s wild. Rodent seems so innocent.

Lucy and Her Stepmother

I love Luna’s sass as she asks Lucy “why?” Why is she asking Luna about a shady oncologist? It seems more reasonable for Wes, Angela or Nyla to prod into Hasanoff.

Also Lucy’s stepmother: I will not tell your father unless I need to.

I love the way Luna reads Lucy like an open book. Lucy counts her losses and spills the beans. They have the insurance talk. Luna tells Lucy “If I needed a doctor to lie for me, Hasanoff is who I would go to.” The Watch Commander’s wife took all of a minute to figure out that Seth is lying. She’s not messing around. I think she knows about Seth’s mishandling of the Wildfire. There’s just no way Grey didn’t go home that evening and vent to Luna. 

Look, Lucy would not go to the Watch Commander’s wife for work help if she didn’t need it. It’s a cry for guidance. She needs to know her instincts about Seth are correct and Luna tells her without telling her that it’s correct. I was in Lucy’s shoes last year, trying to figure out my own five player trade. You get to the line as close as you can without crossing it, and the other party does too. Just enough information is exchanged to make your move. 

He’s Definitely NOT Undermining Her

I don’t think Tim was undermining Lucy in 6x01. I think he gave her what she asked for but I don’t think she used her words correctly to ask him for what she truly needed. Tim would give her anything as long as it doesn’t harm her. He’s perceptive for a guy but he’s still a guy. She knows that about him. She knows HOW to ask him and how he’s going to respond. As she told Isabel, she’s got him all figured out. 

All season long, he’s giving her space and agency to deal with Seth. She asks him for help and he gives her distance to figure it out while still having her back when things go south. 

When she calls him after her conversation with Luna, he doesn’t tell her what to do until she asks for it. When she does, he gives her the tools to make her own decisions. He’s in crisis mode at Mid Wilshire with the inmates but he still picks up her call. Husband material.

Bye, bitch.

There’s a missing scene between Lucy’s phone call to Tim and Seth’s firing. Tim told Lucy to get the hospital to draw Seth’s blood. Lucy never asked Seth on her own. She went back to the station to deal with Zuzu, had a conversation with Tim, Tim gave her a gameplan, they briefed Wade, and arrived at the hospital as a unit. I think Chenford both knew that Seth would retaliate against Lucy if it were just her asking Seth. He’s taken advantage of her all season, he’ll try to do it again if it were just her asking him to submit to a blood draw. 

Seth is a white man. Tim, Nolan, and Wes are too but they’re cut from a different cloth. There’s privilege at play but the latter three wouldn’t knowingly use it to their advantage. Seth would. Seth is always using his status as a young white man to his advantage. Compare what he gets away with to Miles who gets away with nothing. Miles would never try anything with Tim. Miles tried with Lucy until Tim shut him down. Seth tries with Lucy all the time, even after Tim shut him down. It’s difficult for women to train male rookies. It’s even more difficult for women of color to train white male rookies. You’d have to be a Nolan type for it to be effective.

I think this is the main reason why Lucy didn’t ask Seth to submit to a blood draw without backup, and why Tim and Wade are involved. She recognizes what’s happening. Tim can’t get Seth to submit to a blood draw, he’s not Seth’s TO. But Wade can.

Tim is so over it the moment he sees Seth.

Wade lays out the grounds for termination. Only Wade can officially terminate Seth. This mirrors 7x04 when Tim told Lucy they should talk to Wade about Seth. 

A switch goes off in Seth. He has no reason to be nice and clumsy anymore. He turns mean. 

Tim then gives Seth the procedures following dismissal. I think if Tim were Seth’s TO, he’d lay down the rules and escort Seth off the property himself. But I think there’s the unspoken status at play again, Tim recognizes this, and, accompanies Lucy in escorting Seth.

Lucy is Never Alone

One of Tim’s most powerful lines in S1 is when he tells the criminals that he’s never alone and the LAPD shows up in the air, on the ground, etc.

Lucy is never alone, either. She has powerful people in her corner. Luna gave her solid advice. Wade, though there were still messes to be dealt with at the station, went to the hospital just for her and arranged for another officer to stand guard in place of Seth. 

And Tim. Tim won the 7x01 bet with the rookies, and Lucy’s career remains unscathed since she went through the proper channels. It’s a win-win.

Tim Bradford would do anything for Lucy Chen. She may not want to go to him for advice about her personal life, but keep in mind that she shares an apartment with Celina and Rachel. Tim is there where it counts, where it matters, where it’s essential. He’ll protect her with his life.

Grey Needs a Vacation

Grey looks like he needs an all-expenses-paid trip to Palm Republic.

Quick Takes

They wrote a whole episode around Zander and a raccoon. How?

The unique title card was a hint that this wasn't going to be your typical episode.

What are county inmates doing in city jail?

I love how gentle Tim is with Smitty after Smitty gets beaten up

The raccoon saved Tim’s life and singlehandedly made sure that Chenford is NOT bones.

I saw some chatter about Melissa being the only one who cares about Lucy. That’s simply not true. There are probably a hundred people involved in making Lucy Chen, Lucy Chen. From Alexi to Judy to Tamiko who does Lucy’s stunts to Mike who photographs Lucy and the rest of the cast, everyone CARES about Lucy.

I do not care for the slender man story or those kids. There are other ways to get Lucy and Seth (and Wade and Tim) to the hospital to fire Seth.

This episode was PEAK chaos. I can’t wait for the April Fools one to outdo it. 

[spectersgirl]

Harvey Specter forgets your anniversary 🙉

I considered taking this in a slightly angsty route but decided I felt like keeping it light so you get this hehe

also I have no idea what to title this so the title is now...

Anniversary

Harvey Specter x Reader

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The sun hung low over the New York skyline as Harvey paced the floor in his office, the weight of the day's workload pressing down on him. The day, however, was an important one that he couldn't afford to forget. It was the two-year anniversary of the day he started dating you, the love of his life, and he'd forgotten. In the whirlwind of cases and negotiations, the date had completely slipped his mind. He glanced at the clock, a sinking feeling knotting in his stomach as he realized his mistake.

"Fuck." He muttered, debating what he could possibly pull off at such a late hour.

He considered every possibility on his own before admitting his own defeat and calling in his last resort, his best secret weapon.

"Donna? Can you come in here for a minute?"

Donna appeared quickly in his doorway.

"What's up?" She asked, noting the look of stress on his features.

Harvey sighed, his frustration with himself evident. "Today is my anniversary with Y/N and I completely spaced. I need to do something special, and I need it to be perfect."

Donna smirked softly, having already had the inkling that he'd forgotten. She loved being right.

"Well then it's a good thing that I already made reservations at the restaurant you took her to on your first date and called Ray to have you picked up in about-" She checked the time. "Forty-five minutes to go sweep your girl off her feet. Don't worry, I already called her and told her you weren't out of your meeting in time to call yourself but you wanted to warn her to be ready when you arrived. Oh, and the necklace you told me to order her for Christmas arrived a week ago, so you can give her that too. Top desk drawer."

Relief flooded Harvey's system, never having been so thankful for his secretary in his life.

"Oh my god, you're a lifesaver. I don't know how to thank you"

"Just leave the credit card on my desk in the morning and I'll thank myself on your behalf." Donna said with a bright smile.

"Done. I owe you the whole damn store for pulling this off. Seriously, thank you."

"Of course, Harvey. Anything I can do to see my friends happy, I'm glad to do it."

An hour later, Harvey was knocking on the door to your apartment, a bouquet of the most beautiful flowers you'd ever seen in his hands.

You were dressed in a floor-length, emerald-colored silk gown that Harvey couldn't take his eyes off of when you'd first tried it on, and again now as he stood in front of you in the doorway.

"You look so beautiful, Y/N. Happy anniversary, my love." Harvey said after a brief moment of collecting himself from the sight of you.

You smiled shyly and thanked him, the heat rushing to your cheeks. You were never the greatest at accepting a compliment, something you had learned to work on since meeting Harvey.

He stepped inside, closing the door behind himself before placing a gentle hand on your hip and one on the side of your cheek, kissing you with a passion and care that you'd never experienced with any other man until Harvey.

He pulled away after a few moments, asking if you were ready to head out, and you nodded, grabbing your clutch and taking his hand as he led you out the door.

Soft music filled the air as he led you to a beautifully set table, adorned with more flowers and candlelight. Your eyes widened in surprise, a smile on your lips as Harvey pulled out your chair, his charm and charisma in full force.

The dinner was phenomenal, and you enjoyed your time talking and laughing with Harvey about any and everything. You hadn't seen much of him over the last few weeks, as he had a huge trial going on and from what you understood, it was one of the harder cases he'd ever had. You could tell he was enjoying the night off just as much as you enjoyed him being off.

"Oh! I almost forgot!" You exclaimed, pulling a small black box from your handbag with a bow on top and handing it to Harvey. Inside was a pair of cufflinks, his initials engraved in the gold. He smiled the biggest smile you'd seen from him as he thanked you. He pulled a box of his own from his jacket pocket, presenting it to you. Tears sprang from your eyes immediately when you saw the necklace, knowing full well how much Cartier cost.

"Harvey, I can't accept this! This was way too much."

"Y/N, every penny I spend on you is well worth it. You deserve to have every beautiful thing you can dream of because you're the most important person in my life."

Your heart swelled, and you couldn't help but reach across the table to kiss him.

"Thank you." You whispered, gratitude for him shining in your eyes.

Later that night, he took you back to his condo where you continued the night together, ending up sleepily snuggled by the fireplace, a glass of whiskey in Harvey's hand and red wine in yours.

"Remind me to text Donna tomorrow morning and thank her." You said drowsily.

"For what?" Harvey asked, looking down at you.

"For planning our dinner."

Harvey's mouth sat open, shocked.

"Wh- how did you know?"

"I didn't for sure until just now," You said "But I got to thinking, any other time you've planned something you tease me for a week beforehand about how good of a boyfriend you are, you didn't this time and I know you've been working hard so really, it only made sense."

Harvey's heart dropped, knowing he was caught.

"Baby, I'm so sorry." He said, anxiety rising in his throat.

"I'm not upset, don't worry." You said, sitting up now. "I'm just happy you took the time to be with me tonight." You said, reaching out to caress his cheek.

"I'm really trying to work on prioritizing us over work, but this case really took over everything. I promise I won't forget next year and let Donna do all my planning. I'm sorry if I disappointed you."

"You didn't disappoint me Harvey. We could've spent the whole night here doing nothing and I still would've been happy, I just love spending time with you."

Harvey smirked before replying.

"I'll keep that in mind for next year"

[hellvrs]

I feel like I've been saying this for every episode but Sinsmas was so good!! 😭😭

It might be because it's more recent but I think this is one of my personal favorites of season two. Although this episode was jam-packed, I feel like it was better paced than last month's ep. It has good set ups for season three but also good conclusions for this season's build up.

The music was really good. From Octavia's song to the montage, and background radio. Oh– and I LOVE what they're doing with Octavia as a character. I'm thrilled that she's given more complexity. I'm eager to see where her and Stolas relationship will go. Definitely part of the Via defense squad now bcuz I know people are gonna be upset with her but I will always love female characters who deal with their painful and confusing emotions in unfavorable ways because they are products of their environments. It's one of my favorite things.

Voice acting was great (always is) but Stolas is by far the best this episode. Those sobs were *chef's kiss* I truly felt his pain. Almost cried lol.

Stolitz saved me. I'm so thankful they ended the season a good note in regards to them. Really needed that after the year I had. They're so cute and I'm becoming really obsessed with them. Oh and that dance– THAT DANCE!!! <3<3

Lastly, this Millie plotline has a LOT of potential. Like, what does this mean for M&M's relationship? Will we delve more into Millie and her fears? If she decides to keep it what will this mean for her job? What if she doesn't keep it? Will she tell her partner? Is imp pregnancy different from humans and how? Will this plotline eventually lead to the return of old villains, such as Crimson? YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN?? There's so much the writers could do.

Anyways, BEAUTIFUL ANIMATION. Everyone who worked on this episode did a fantastic job. Really good season finale and I want to give all these fantastic people a big kiss on the forehead. Like, genuinely the animation, sound design, fx, everything is so well made.

[sickly-qt]

Andy, look at this watch... 😵‍💫 you want to write Drew's baby bump popping in sooo badly 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Sorry this took me so long!!!! I really hope that everyone hasn't forgotten that I exist. I hope that Drew and Finn being cute and lovey is enough of an apology for being MIA for so long.... No emeto in this one but coming soon....

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Drew was standing in front of the full length mirror in the corner of her room. She peeled off the shirt she had put on and threw it on the growing pile of discarded clothes on her bed.

She knew that her body was going to change, she was growing a whole person, but she didn’t think that it happened overnight.

Well, probably not overnight, this was the first time she was trying to wear jeans in a couple weeks… typically settling on leggings and big t-shirts or other more comfortable clothes since she’s been pregnant.

She looked at herself in the mirror, the waistband of her jeans folded down to accommodate her growing bump. Drew was tired of her clothes not fitting, her boobs spilled out of her bras and now her jeans didn’t fit and all of her shirts hugged her body in a way that made her feel… bad.

After her getting through her first trimester the morning sickness had let up significantly. She still had her triggers and her bad days, but for the most part she was just hungry. And that showed with how quickly her stomach swelled in the past few weeks. 

“Are you almost ready?” Finn asked, walking into the room and seeing his girlfriend standing topless in front of the mirror and her mountain of shirts on her bed.

She turned toward him and shrugged, “Nothing fits.”

“Isn’t the folded waistband like a trend now? You’re trendy.” Finn offered, trying to respond without making Drew upset.

“Yeah, when you’re cute and skinny, not when you’re slowing inflating like a fucking balloon.” Drew turned back around and sighed, carding through what was left in her closet. 

“You’re very cute, Love. Stunning even.” Finn said, coming up behind her and wrapping an arm around her and nuzzling his nose into her neck. “No matter what you decide to wear, you will look great.” He rubbed her stomach with his thumb and she leaned back into him. “It’s only Remy and Mila, you could show up to dinner in a t-shirt and stretchy shorts, they don’t care.”

“I just wanted to look nice for a night. I wanted to feel like me.” Drew pulled away from Finn and dug through the shirts on her bed, pulling out a blue babydoll top that covered the folded waistband of her jeans.

After she pulled the shirt over her head and adjusted it, she turned back toward Finn. He grabbed her hand and smiled, “See? You look beautiful.” He leaned in and gave her a kiss. “We can go out and get you some maternity clothes soon? Maybe that’ll help you feel more like you… clothes that fit you better?”

Drew nodded and looked up at him, “Yeah, maybe that’ll help… I just have to get some shoes on and then I’ll be ready to go.”

Finn let her hand go and she headed toward the hallway. “Drew?” He called, making her turn around to look at him. 

“Yeah?”

“I love you.” 

Drew made a face and scoffed, “I love you too, weirdo.” Then she turned back around and disappeared down the hall.

Finn smiled to himself, she really was the love of his life.

[spoiled-oatmeal]

Modern! Mhin x Reader (Rainy Day)

WC: 1,247

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It's been a few days since you first met Mhin, after deciding that they seemed nice, standoffish, but still nice, you entered their number into your phone. So far have only exchanged basic messages. While they appeared less than enthusiastic to save you, their presence was comforting. That presence may be why you pull up their contact when you are studying a little too late at the library again. Instead of messaging your friends or calling a parent, you message Mhin. 

MC

[heyyy is that offer still available??]

Mhin

[What offer?]

MC

[the offer to walk me home when I stay too late on campus 🥺👉👈]

[I’m in the library]

Mhin

[I’m on the first floor.]

With your recent luck, you were half expecting them to be busy. You knew if you kept them waiting too long they would rip into you, so you quickly shove everything from your study session into your bag and rush downstairs. You walk past the front desk, and after glancing around the entrance, you don’t see them..

MC

[hey im down here where r u??]

Mhin

[I didn’t say I was ready to leave.]

After staring at the message in disbelief, you turn around and walk towards the study rooms. You have to look into each room to see if you can find Mhin, and you almost give up after making eye contact with someone for the third time and awkwardly smiling. In the last room you check, you finally see them and throw open the door.

“You could’ve told me which room you were in.” You say setting down your bag and taking a seat.

“You could have asked.” Mhin replies, “I’m almost done, just sit there and try not to distract me.”

“Do you find me distracting?”

“Shut up.” 

You open your phone, fully intending on scrolling through TikTok or Instagram until they’re ready to leave, but after cycling through different apps for a few minutes, you decide just to pocket your phone. Your attention wanders around the room until you finally land on Mhin. You start to study their features from their hand, taking notes and twirling their pencil while they read, their beauty mark dotted just below their plush lips, the flush slowly creeping across their cheeks until it reaches up to their ears, and their white hair tied into a short ponytail-

“Could you stop looking at me like that?” They say, pouting glaring at you.

“Sorry, ignore me,” you respond with your hands raised.

“Forget it,” They close their notebook and laptop and start to pack their bag, “I’m done for tonight.”

As Mhin finishes gathering their things, you notice the bags under their eyes and the way their shoulders keep rolling in an attempt to loosen their muscles. Part of you know that you should feel bad about interrupting their studies, but on the other hand, a break might be exactly what they need. While walking through the halls of the library that smell like paper and ink and hearing the signature sounds of other students studying late, you both make your way to the entrance. Through the glass doors, you see the sky starting to go dark with a mixture of nighttime and storm clouds.

“Is it supposed to rain tonight?” You question more to yourself

Just as Mhin starts to respond with a shrug, lightning strikes in the distance, temporarily lighting up the sky. You and Mhin look at each other silently, come to an unspoken agreement. If you walk fast enough, you might beat the storm. You both pick up the pace and quickly exit the building as the earthy, moist smell of impending rain fills your senses. It feels pointless to run, especially with how awkward it is with bookbags, so you’re both walking through campus at a brisk pace. The closer to got to your apartment, you started to feel like you might beat the rain… until the sky is filled with streaks of light and thunder cracks so loud it feels like it shakes your bones, then the rain starts to pour down. Strings of curses leave Mhin’s mouth as they reach behind them to grab your hand, and you both start running towards your apartment. You feel the rain start to seep through your clothes as you both start racing through the sidewalks that lead to your apartment. As you both finally approach your apartment, you pull out your keys and attempt to put them in the lock, but the chill from the rain is making your hands shake too much, making it difficult. Mhin glances over your shoulder to see what's taking so long. They see you struggling with your keys, and they reach around you to grab your hand and guide it to the lock. As the door finally unlocks, you both shuffle inside and start taking off any outer layers, like your hoodies, bookbags, socks, and shoes. You run deeper into your apartment to gather towels to dry both you and Mhin.

“Here,” you say, handing Mhin a towel, “You should stay till the rain lightens up at least. I can loan you some dry clothes, and I can throw those in the dryer.”

“Thanks.” Mhin lets their hair down and starts drying, “I don’t want to impose, hopefully the rain will stop soon.”

Glancing out a window, you throw Mhin a skeptical look as you make your way to the bedroom to get changed and find them a change of clothes. After you both get dried and changed, the rain seems like its almost pouring down harder.

“The rains not gonna be stopping anytime soon… what do you wanna do?” You question Mhin, who's sitting on your couch in one of your old t-shirts and a pair of sweatpants. They respond with a half-hearted shrug while rubbing their neck. 

“We could watch a movie or something?” You offer. They give a noncommittal hum while rolling their neck with a grimace. You sign and quietly make your way behind the couch and place your hand on their neck.

“Hey! What are you doing?” They say leaning away from your grasp.

“Quiet, I semi-know what I’m doing,” You say with a slightly firmer grip, encouraging them to lean into the back couch.

“How reassuring…”

Under your hands, you can feel how tense their muscles are. You start with softer pressure, worried about hurting them. After accidentally pressing your thumb more firmly into the muscle between their neck and shoulders, they let out a low, breathy moan. With each firmer press of your hands on their tired muscles, Mhin groans and moans, arching their back to press their shoulders into your hands. It’s nice that they're very clearly enjoying this, but the noises are causing a flush in your face to bloom. You slowly pull your hands away to prevent any more obscene thoughts from entering your brain and to cool the warmth in your face.

“So.. how about a movie?” you shyly suggest.

~~

Even after a movie, the rain is still pelting down. As the end credits roll, you look across the couch to see Mhin curled up, softly snoring. Trying to be as quiet as possible, you turn off the TV and grab a spare pillow and blanket. You gently lift their head and slip the pillow underneath, and softly cover them with a blanket. Turning off the lights and tiptoeing to your room, you pause and look over your shoulder.

“Good night, Mhin.”

[baneonono]

aziracrowifying from eden by hozier: the master post

I know that everyone azirocrows from eden because duh but stay with me okay. because I think there's a cool interpretation that isn't so much about crowley longing for aza(there's still plenty of longing) it's more about crowley seeing himself and his situation in aza/aza's situation and reflecting on his fall/situation and how that is reflected in aza's. basically cool parrallels and crowley hating the system and loving aziraphale. let's go lyric by lyric shall we

Babe There's something tragic about you Something so magic about you Don't you agree?

pretty basic stuff here. I think crowley see aziraphale as uniquely moral, just the epitome of everything right and good. now crowley has magic for all intents and purposes, but aziraphale he is true magic, the strength of aza's morals is something he can barely comprehend to the extent that it becomes magical. especially in the context of heaven, a heaven that doesn't share aziraphale's moral fiber. and even in the context of that aziraphale manages to be so good. he thinks it's so magical. and he equally thinks it's tragic because aziraphale should be the standard for good, aziraphale is the only real good thing and he has to exist in heaven. and the don't you agree, in the plot of the song, I like to imagine this being the early stages of crowley appealing to aziraphale to be friends. he asks aza if they can be agreed on his assessment of aziraphale's relationship with heaven.

Babe There's something lonesome about you Something so wholesome about you Get closer to me

as time goes marching forward and aziraphale finds that he does agree with crowley, crowley gets to discover so much more about aza. he discovers how lonely aziraphale is in heaven and he discovers how obscenely adorable aza is(just crowley falling in love with aziraphale and his magic and his books and his food and and and). Crowley finds himself urging aziraphale closer. for a few moments even he can't tell what his intentions are. does he just want aza to be less lonely? does he want to tempt aza toward evil? does he want to purify himself? does he just want to be less lonely? does he just want to be closer to aziraphale? perhaps it's a little bit of all of them. regardless his surprise when aziraphale does get closer to him and he gets to discover even more about him is pleasant but still strong

No tired sighs, no rolling eyes, no irony No 'who cares', no vacant stares, no time for me

crowley has seen so many tired sighs, rolling eyes, and examples of irony from heaven. but the closer he gets to aza, the more he discovers that aziraphale distinctly lacks them. those gabriel qualities that are holy in heaven, aza entirely rejects. but that doesn't mean he has qualities of the other side. the 'who care' nature of demons, the vacant stares he gets constantly down below, the time that beelzebub will make for crowley's nonsense. all of these things, aziraphale doesn't have. he cares so much, he only ever looks at things intently, and crowley has to be on his best behaviour around aziraphale or he gets really disappointed. crowley is falling so far in love with this angel. because aziraphale isn't a side, aziraphale defies sides and is so good. crowley can't stay away.

Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door

what crowley finds truly remarkable about this angel that the more he knows, the more his life becomes better. because the angel is so familiar, a version of himself that he had once wanted to be, a view in the mirror thousands of years prior. crowley isn't that person anymore. his idealism is now imprisoned in this demon body where it can't be expressed. the chivalry he wants to act upon for aziraphale, it's fallen, fallen on it's own sword. his innocence died screaming all the way down to the basement. but this angel that can express the idealism, that can be chivalrous, that maintains innocence in the face of everything, he feels familiar to crowley because at some point thats where crowley thought he would be, that's the reflection he had hoped to see in the mirror. so now he slithers all the way from Eden, just to sit outside aza's door and pretend that the window he peeks through is a mirror.

Babe There's something wretched about this Something so precious about this Where to begin?

this relationship their forging, that they each fight for everyday in tiny ways, they see it in different ways. aziraphale views it as something so precious, something that he would rearrange the cosmos for. and while crowley also loves and values the relationship, he would firstly describe it as wretched. he's a demon after all, he's down with the wretched. aziraphale doesn't see it that way and trying to explain it to him is always a struggle. when crowley attempts he doesn't even know where to even begin (((author brainrot interjection: IT BEGINS AS IT WILL END IN A GARDEN anyways back to out regularly scheduled programming)))

Babe There's something broken about this But I might be hoping about this Oh, what a sin

he begins before his fall, back when he still had idealism and chivalry and innocence. he knew even then that something was broken with this system, he had questions about it, he had suggestions. and more importantly, he had hope. he had hope that people would answer his questions, they would listen to his suggestions, they would understand where he was coming from, they would want the same thing that he did for the system, to make it better. but to suggest or ask a question that said the system is broken, that was a sin.

To the strand a picnic plan for you and me A rope in hand for your other man to hang from a tree

for the angels who didn't have questions, god would have picnics and all good things. but for god's other men like crowley who had questions, god handed them the rope to hang themselves and make their way downstairs.

Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door

so yes, aziraphale is familiar, aziraphale feels like that angel that crowley almost was. and as he sees this idealism imprisoned in heaven, as he watches the other angels pushing aziraphale onto his own sword like a vampire on a stake, and bears witness to this pure good being ostracized by the people who are supposed to be the good ones, he kills the last bits of innocence in his soul, he loses any hope he had for the system, he burns it all to the ground, he leaves eden, he just slithers to aziraphale's door and sits there

Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know I slithered here from Eden just to hide outside your door

bonus aziraphale pov: as stupid as it sounds, aziraphale also sees himself in crowley. crowley is idealistic and chivalrous and though crowley never sees it, aziraphale loves the innocent parts of crowley. the way crowley takes care of his plants, the way his car is so important to him, the way his appearance takes up a significant part of his brain. aziraphale has lost care for the system as time went on. the innocent urge to make sure people are seeing what they wish to see, he left that behind a while ago. now all he has is the selfish want to do good. because aziraphale doesn't do good for other people, he does it singularly for himself because he makes him feel good. when he sees crowley, who cares so deeply about right and wrong as ideals, he sees a part of him in the past. the part of him that had tried so hard to be the angel god wanted him to be. so aziraphale sees crowley's idealism imprisoned in this demonic form because the system didn't let him express it. he sees a system that pushed crowley onto his own sword. he looks at crowley and he still sees that childlike innocence in his faith in objective good that's separate from god. that innocence that aza once had died screaming a long time ago. when aziraphale goes to see crowley, he feels a little bit like he's slithering, that he's really the snake coming from eden to tempt crowley so he hides outside crowley's door.

[repeatcubed]

Febuwhump Day 9 - Necromancy

I saw a prompt that inspired this idea, and I haven't been able to find it to tag, so I apologise to that creator. If I find it/if someone sends it to me, I'll be sure to edit again to tag them and the post.

TW: Death, mention of torture, kidnapping, undeath, experimentation

How long had it been since he was taken? Two months, three? And now, it was finally over.

They got the information they needed. To get there it had taken starving, beating, anything they could come up with. Of course the promise of release at the end had been a lie. It was always a lie.

They held him under water, watched and laughed as he kicked and flailed and tried to escape. All fruitless efforts, resulting in the next step. If there even was one.

Jason stood still, water dripping from his body. Everything was black, dark, cold, and he wasn’t sure exactly what was happening. Was he really dead? Or was it all just a dream?

He felt a sudden pull. It started in his chest, dragging backwards, from where he had been walking. Every section of his body started to tingle, buzz, and burn. The freezing water that had soaked through him hissed as it boiled off of him, his chest aching, limbs going tense.

He suddenly rolled over, not getting a moment to catch his breath before retching. Water spewed from his mouth, burning all the way up until it splattered on the floor. It tasted metallic, and mixed in with the disgusting puddle he could see clots of blood.

But it wasn’t pitch black anymore. He felt grass under his hands, a stone on his back. There was a moon, and stars, and a breeze. And a man standing over him.

“So you are aware.” The man smiled, in the midst of walking a thick tome into a satchel at his side. “Welcome back to the land of the living.”

He sounded cheery, but the look in his eyes was far from comforting. Deep pools of black. Jason could almost feel the darkness that radiated from them.

“You’re a-” His voice failed for a moment, aching in protest from the previous onslaught to his throat. “You brought me back?”

The man above him hummed, kneeling down until their faces were mere inches apart. “My toys usually aren’t this aware when they wake up.” Did his mouth even move when he spoke? How was he so still?

Jason choked back a whimper, finally taking the time to survey his surroundings. It just looked like a field. Where were they? What did he mean by toys?

“You’ll be in pain for a while.” The man straightened up once more, removing the book from his bag once more. “But, after the fourth or fifth time, you’ll get used to it.”

“What?” Jason’s mouth went dry, his attention returning to the man once more. “Fourth or fifth time of-”

“My early toys never used to last that long, lost too much of themselves and became-” He paused, his lip lifting into a sneer. “Absent. Boring. But, practice makes perfect, I suppose.”

“No.” His voice was barely a whisper as he tried to push himself up, to run. “No, you can’t do this to me!”

The man suddenly called out a word, his voice tangled and distorted. Jason couldn’t understand it, but his body certainly did. He fell still, silent, and his mind melted painfully in content. What was happening?

“It’s hard to find a body in as pristine condition as yours.” The man grabbed onto his bicep, only requiring a gentle tug before Jason followed him to a house he never realized was there. “You’re going to be my perfect rendition. Welcome home, treasure.”

[burntheskyandtime]

Jimmy might be The Canary but Grian is The Catalyst.

catalyst: a person or thing that precipitates an event.

(precipitates: cause (an event or situation, typically one that is undesirable) to happen suddenly, unexpectedly, or prematurely.)

This is something that I noticed while looking at Timmys deaths and last episodes. Grian is always in someway responsible for his death.

Spoilers for the entire Life series.

-> Third life:

• The plan and the bunker used in the Attack of the Desert was designed by Grian.

•The reason Dogwarts attacked was because Grian and Scar stole their banner

•Grian tells him "Yeah, you can go into the bunker."

•The bunker in which he dies in because of his struggle of getting down the escape route in the bunker.

-> Last Life:

•The simplest one. Grian chases after Jimmy because Jimmy was trying to kill Grian and during that Jimmy falls and dies.

•The height Jimmy fell wasn't enough to kill a player but the previous damage by Grian's sword sealed his fate.

•(And Grian kills Mumbo seconds later)

->Double Life:

•We know Jimmy was killed by an enderman. But why was he even outside at night?

•Because he and the other reds just finished killing Grian and Scar for being the last greens.

•He was on his way back to the Ranch and there he was killed by an enderman.

-> Limited Life:

•Grian was the one to tell Joel to let Jimmy push the TnT minecart.

•"Let Tim do it. He needs the time." Direct quote from Grian, like, 3-5 seconds before Jimmy's death.

•Jimmy had about an hour left. He could have found another way to gain more time.

•(Still love the headcannon that either Grian or The Watchers pushed Jimmy off.)

-> Secret Life:

•Sure, Jimmy didn't die first but I would argue that the Curse didn't die. Also Grian is still responsible for Jimmy's death.

•Grian's and Etho's attempt at making the wither and the warden fight causes Jimmy's (and Mumbo's) death because they were trying to fight/flee form them.

The Canary warns other of the upcoming danger while The Catalyst is the cause of said danger.

Jimmy is called The Canary because everytime he dies thing get more deadly and chaotic afterwards. And what is Grian if not an agent of chaos. Especially after Jimmy dies and he turns red.