#It's fine I'm honestly probably not panicking as much as I could or should be rn bc as tradition dictates when my brain is fully latched on

[gayness-and-mayhem]

Think I might have just accidentally let on to my dad that I've been reading gay Endeavour fanfiction. Shit.

[genshin-obsessed]

Confessions | Honkai Star Rail

So i've been super into hsr recently and I thought I'd get back to doing longer hcs because those are always fun! This time I left out Welt and Sampo and I'm not sure how I feel about it lol ✧ Includes: Dan Heng, Gepard, Jing Yuan, Luocha, Blade ✧ Extra: Something a little weird has happened to my Blade lol, he's just a confused man who really likes the reader. It may be ooc- i have no clue

Dan Heng

For Dan Heng, he doesn’t know how long he’s liked you. He just realized it one day when you said something- a compliment towards him- and he just couldn’t stop thinking about it.

Dan Heng’s not the most outward person, so wanting to confess wasn’t something easy for him. He actually needed to prepare, give himself a pep talk and all. His method is invite you to his room and then just tell you- no beating around the bush.

You’re shocked to say the least- I mean it’s DAN HENG. He liked you?! HE CONFESSED?! You sat there for a good minute just staring at him. He looked calm but kinda started panicking on the inside.

“I-I like you too!” You say before he can speak. You were so loud, he jumped a little. Safe to say, he’s extremely happy you accepted because then it would’ve been awkward afterwards.

“Oh good… good.”

Gepard Landau

Everyone knows Gepard likes you before himself. He can say it’s just been a few months but others know it’s been like a year. It’s just the way he acts and stuff.

Gepard has a VERY hard time confessing. He’ll keep trying to do it, but then backs out at the last minute. He’ll keep saying he wants to talk to you about something important then just doesn’t tell you. Finally, one day… it slips out. You two are alone and he barely realizes it until he sees your face.

You’re happy but also shocked. The guy you’ve liked for like ever finally likes you back! Do you go through the statue phase of freezing up and staring? Yes. Did he start panicking because of it? Yes. Your reaction right after was to throw yourself at him and give him a tight hug.

He doesn’t say anything right then and just hugs you back. You not running away, horrified, probably meant you felt the same. That made him happy- so happy he didn’t even know what to do.

“Thank you… for not running away- oh and liking me back.”

Jing Yuan

His feelings had been around for a few months now, he knew pretty much instantly when he was attracted to you. It didn’t take him long to figure out he was in love with you either. It was obvious, his heart pounded when you were around, he couldn’t stop thinking about you, and he was always worried you’d find someone else.

Jing Yuan confesses fancy style. He’ll invite you out to like dinner or something or maybe just to take a late night walk with him. As you’re walking, he’ll coyly bring up the topic of dating and whatnot. You two chat for a bit, then he just admits it. He makes sure to add the “it’s alright if you don’t feel the same way, I won’t be upset.”

Of course, you do feel the same way! Your eyes widen and you gasp as the reality sets in. The General of the Cloud Knights liked YOU! It took a moment to just process his words, and Jing Yuan stood there patiently, giving you time to think. If you were going to say no, that’s fine, he just needed a clear answer. You found it hard to speak but forced the words out, “I-I feel the same.”

Jing Yuan’s over the moon with this newfound knowledge. He’s so happy, he could shout it out from over the rooftops. Honestly! All he can do is give you a tight hug, not wanting to do anything else if you weren’t ready for it- say a kiss.

“I’m glad. We should go on a date then- a proper one.”

Luocha

Luocha is very good at keeping his feelings to himself. At first, he thought it was just a little crush and it would pass. But it didn’t. It just… kept developing. He tried to manage it, feeling that maybe a relationship right now wasn’t the best option for him. But when his heart would start pounding every time you smiled at him, or his mind went back to you and what you might’ve been doing when you two were apart told me he… maybe didn’t wanna wait.

Luocha’s confession wasn’t exactly grand. I mean, what was there to be super grand about? Especially if you were going to reject him. So he just took you out on a little walk and slyly brought up the topic of relationships. Once you mentioned you didn’t mind being in one, he just said, “will you be in one with me?”

You kinda froze. Deer in headlights situation. You needed a moment to process what he’d just said. He… wanted to date you? WELL GOOD! YOU WANTED TO DATE HIM! You happily nodded, a big giant smile spreading on your face.

There was this emotion he felt when you said you liked him too. Pure, unadulterated happiness. He felt so good about himself, about life, about everything. That emotion spoke volumes and all he could do was hug you. Tightly. 

"I'm glad... because I was really, really nervous you'd say no."

Blade

Ok… hear me out. Blade knows he likes you… when he doesn’t hate you. When you ask him for a favor and he says yes. When you hug him and he doesn’t strangle you- honestly, it wasn’t hard for him to know. Kafka teases him and he just ignores her.

Blade… doesn’t know how to confess. He’s not crazy about relationships or… people. So his entire confession was just confusing. You followed absolutely nothing except: “I like you.” You thought he was just admitting he didn’t hate you. That was good news! But you didn’t realize how good it was. “That’s great! I like you too!” You replied to which he crossed his arms, nodded, and said… “we’re dating now.”

Mhm. Yeah. That’s how smooth he is :’) you- you poor soul- didn’t know what he meant at first. So you were beyond shocked when he said what he did. Blade- BLADE- liked you- Y O U- romantically? You liked him too but you never ever expected this. Not in a million years.

You could only manage a dazed nod for a few seconds before a giant smile spread on your face and you practically threw yourself at him. Blade’s usual reaction would be to shove the person away but this was his special person. So… he hugged back.

“That was… rude, I think? Will you go on a date with me?”

[l0vely-sturniolo]

NEEDLES

matt sturniolo x reader

warnings; mentions of needles, being anxious

using my personal experience for this one (kinda).

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i was in the hospital with covid. matt has been with me the entire time, ignoring my protests for him to go home. i've been here for 2 days already, and honestly, there was no sign of me going home anytime soon.

i looked over to see matt asleep, in what looked like a very uncomfortable position, in an uncomfortable chair. i sighed to myself, he should be at home sleeping in his own bed. it's a lot more comfortable.

i turned on the tv and watched it for a little while, and then i heard movement next to me, i looked over and matt was stretching. "hi baby," he smiled. "how long have you been up?" he asked. "maybe like half an hour? you looked uncomfortable baby, why don't you go home and sleep somewhere comfortable?" i asked him.

"and leave you here alone? no, i'm okay." he said. "but-" "y/n, baby, you're scared of doctors, and anything that has to do with them, im staying here, im not gonna leave you here alone to be scared," he said, grabbing my hand.

"fine," i sighed, squeezing his hand. we heard a knock on the door, and a nurse came in. "hello y/n, how you feeling?" she asked. "okay," i smiled. "good, okay so, we have to run a few tests, which means we have to take some blood from you," she said, and i tensed up.

"how much?" i asked. "we're probably gonna take a few syringes full," she said and i nodded. "the nurse should be in soon, i just wanted to give you a heads up," she smiled at me, before leaving. i looked over at matt, and he was already looking at me.

"it's okay, you'll be okay, i'm right here," he said, getting up, walking over to me. "see? and you wanted me to go home," he smirked. "shut up," i told him. a few minutes later, there was another knock on the door, and another nurse came in.

"alright, y/n, you ready? we'll get it done and over with real quick," she said, and i hesitated, but nodded. i saw her lay everything out next to me, i saw the needles and i started panicking. "baby, baby, you're okay, look at me," matt told me.

"shes afraid of needles," matt told the nurse, and she nodded. "that's okay! this will only take like a minute y/n, i promise," she said. "keep looking at me baby, don't even look over there," matt said while the nurse was wrapping that plastic thing around my arm. "matt," i said.

"you're okay," he said, moving the hair out of my face with his hand. "i'm right here," he reminded. i felt a poke in my arm and went to look, but matt took his hand to make me look at him.

"one done, i just need 2 more," the nurse said. i felt another poke in my arm, and this time i looked over before matt could stop me, and my eyes widened. "y/n," he said, making me look at him. "you're almost done, it's okay," he said. "you're doing great y/n! one more," she said, and once again, i felt another poke in my arm.

"and you're all done!" she said, pulling the needle out, and taking the plastic thing off of my arm. i looked over and saw 3 syringes of my blood, and i wanted to throw up, pass out, cry.

"do you need anything?" the nurse asked as she cleaned up. "no, i'm okay," i mumbled. "okay, we'll be back in a little bit to check on you," she smiled at me and matt, before leaving.

"im so proud of you baby, i told you you'd be okay," he smiled at me, leaning down to kiss my forehead. "i love you," i mumbled, i wasn't a very happy camper right now. "i love you, pretty girl," he kissed my forehead again.

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tags:

@stayingstromboli

[yelspyder]

gnt do ceu, fico tao feliz de encontrar outro br 😍😍

poderia pedir miguel x reader, em q a lyla percebe q ele gosta do reader e ela tenta dar um jeitinho p ajudar o miguel

enfim oq só as melhores i.a podem fazer😉

˚‧⁺.-"All you need is to be struck by one of Cupid's arrows"

↳ summary: Miguel lives in denial about his little crush, so Lyla is forced to help.

↳ characters: Miguel O'Hara

↳ Gn! Spidey Reader

↳ notes: another brazilian? I didn't think I'd find another one, but it's a pleasant surprise. we must stick together 💪Honestly, I don't have much confidence in my writing, but I hope you like it and thanks for asking.

Miguel was in love and it was obvious. At least for Lyla. He occasionally glared at you, looked like an abandoned puppy when you left, and was absolutely more than willing to do anything you asked.

What irritated Lyla the most was that he never had the nerve to ask you out. Come up to you and ask for a mission report? That was easy for Miguel. Send you on a complicated mission? Pft, he did that almost all the time. But simply asking you out? He had no idea how to do this, not that he planned to do that.

She couldn't take Miguel anymore with the face of a dog that fell off a moving truck when you're not around. It wasn't hard to ask you out. If Miguel didn't do it, she would do it for him herself. Deciding to change that, Lyla started checking Miguel's schedule and your own. Lyla smiled when she found a vague moment in common in the two schedules. Now, it was simple. All Lyla had to do was make a date and everything would be fine.

Miguel was confused when he got a notification from his schedule saying he had an event in two hours. He was pretty sure he didn't have any other meetings that day.

As soon as he checked his calendar and saw that he had an appointment with you, he panicked and called Lyla, demanding an answer.

"Lyla, what does that mean? You take care of my schedule and I never set up this meeting." His heart was beating fast now. A date with you? This could only be a joke.

Lyla materialized beside Miguel and glared at him with a mischievous smile before speaking. "That's exactly what you saw, boss. You have this meeting in two hours. You better start getting ready and maybe even buy some gifts. People like presents, you know?"

"But I never scheduled this meeting!" Miguel looked at Lyla with a mixture of anger, despair, and confusion. "Exactly why I, your amazing assistant, did this for you. If it were up to you, you would be stranded for the rest of your life."

"I never gave you permission to do this-" "But now it's done. At this point, the calendar notification has arrived and has probably already been read. There's no way to stop it anymore. And since I'm a very generous assistant, I'll help you get dressed for your first date with your crush."

At this point, he was mortified not knowing how to respond. He would never have expected to go on a date like this. Miguel didn't answer anything and just stood there, not knowing what to do.

"Don't worry boss, you'll thank me later. Oh, and the appointment I made is in earth 57, at that restaurant you like to go to. I made a reservation in your name."

After taking a moment to compose himself, Miguel still wanted to argue with Lyla, but he already knew he couldn't cancel the meeting anymore. He sighed before speaking. "Just....guide me"

Lyla laughed excitedly and began to ramble on about which outfit he should wear.

Hours later, Miguel could be seen wearing a casual outfit and with a bouquet of flowers sitting at the table while waiting for you. As soon as you arrived and greeted him, he quickly got up from the chair he was sitting in and greeted you back, offering you the bouquet of flowers. You can barely thank him before he pulls out a chair for you to sit down.

He was slightly flushed in the face the entire dinner while you carried on a casual conversation. At first, Miguel only gave a few short and brief answers because he was embarrassed. However, after some time of conversation, he opened up more and it really started to have a date atmosphere.

Right after the two finished eating, Miguel insisted on paying the bill. He ended up accompanying you for a short night walk in Central Park and, before you opened a portal and returned to your house, you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek thanking you for the pleasant encounter.

Miguel was paralyzed for a while after you left, but he traced his cheek with his hand as a small, dreamy smile formed on his lips.

Maybe what Lyla had done wasn't all bad.

Maybe...

[explosionkatsu]

“Age doesn’t matter” 10

Dad!Bakugo x F!Babysitter!Teacher!Reader

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Days have passed and you're finally discharged from the hospital. You were happy of course, especially when you remembered what Katsuki offered you.

"What I'm trying to say. No one will take care of Kazui. I can't always rely on my parents. My friends are heroes as well. Since you mentioned you used to be a babysitter. I would like to hire you."

You looked at him surprised once again. Are you in heaven? Are sure you're still alive?

“M-me?” Y/n stutters placing a shaking hand on her chest.

“The fuck am I talking to.” Katsuki rolled his eyes. Are you really even a teacher? “I don't need to repeat myself. If you fucking reject it, it's fine.”

“N-no! I was just surprised!” Y/n immediately shut Katsuki. “I-i was just surprised, honestly.” Finally, Y/n smiled. “I didn't expect you to say that. It makes my heart melt. I’m happy.”

After that day, Katsuki dropped you off at your apartment. He’s been stopping by to visit you at the hospital after his shift which you don't mind. But you often think you were bothering him which he says you're not.

Now here you are getting ready to leave your apartment to babysit Kazui.

Y/n grabbed her keys from the counter and left, securing the door behind her. Better safe than sorry is what they say.

It's a good day for her. Of course, you were trying to ignore the new insecurities. You kept reminding yourself that the scars you got were a sign of your boldness.

Yes yes.

A soft smile appeared on your lips. Bravery isn't something you should be insecure about. You were even glad you protected Kazui. Not an ounce of regret you were feeling. So you took a step towards your destination only to realize Katsuki didn't give you their address.

Great.

Y/n mentally smack herself. How could she forget to ask for the address? So much for being confident.

Y/n grabs her phone from her bag deciding to call Katsuki. Boy, she was glad she had his number due to school purposes. While standing a few meters away from her apartment, she clicked the call button and placed her phone in her ear waiting.

..

It just so happens that it's Katsuki's day off.

Due to exhaustion, Katsuki overslept which we all know is pretty rare. So, when he realized this, he panicked and rapidly stumbled out of his bed reaching for his phone. But as soon as he saw what day it was. He relaxed while on the carpeted floor.

Katsuki still decided to get up though. Slowly, he got off the floor and stretched, snapping a few bones, and stepped out of his bedroom, not even bothering to pick up his thick shroud nor fix his bed.

“Kazui? Are you awake?” Katsuki shouted as he made his way to his son’s bedroom.

He quietly flares the door open only to see a sleeping Kazui, snuggling comfortably on his bed. The sight made Katsuki smile. He was glad Kazui was okay. His treasure. Even though sometimes Kazui can be a brat, he loves him more than he even loves himself. More than he loves his job. His barefoot quietly made contact with the floor as he walked closer to Kazui. Carefully, he bent down kissing Kazui's forehead making him squirm but went back to sleep.

After this, Katsuki left Kazui’s bedroom and made his way to his kitchen. Now that he’s fully awake, he needs breakfast. He was scratching his head as he strides down the stairs, yawning a bit. Once he reached the kitchen, he placed his phone on the countertop and reached for the refrigerator handle only to get interrupted by his phone ringing.

It’s too fucking early for a phone call, unless it’s his company finally realizing they needed his guidance on some work issue. Probably? Who would even call this early anyway. Groaning, he reached for his phone and took a closer look to check who was the caller. Almost instantly, he picked it up.

“Good morning, Bakugo-san.”

God. Hearing your voice early in the morning sends a shiver down his spines. Not that kind of shiver you perverts.

“The hell I said about formalities, hah?” Katsuki said ignoring that his voice is still raspy.

“O-oh! I’m sorry. I forgot, haha.”

Fuck, was he in heaven right now? Unconsciously, Katsuki lips turned into a small smile. “The hell do you want this early.”

“W-well.” Why the hell are you even stuttering? Hell you can even defeat Izuku stuttering, “I kinda forgot to ask for your address..”

Oh yeah, now that you mentioned it, you’ll babysit Kazui today. “I’ll message it to you.” Katsuki simply said.

“Thank you, Bakugo!”

He can hear the happiness in your voice. Weird.

“Can’t pick you up. No one will watch over Kazui.” Katsuki mumbled finally reaching for the refrigerator handle and pulling it open to check the contents inside.

“You don’t have to! I can get there on my own!”

“I’ll be waiting then.”

“See you!”

When the call ended, Katsuki was staring blanky in the fridge. Why the fuck he said he’ll be waiting? He groaned out loud this time. Why the hell is he sounding desperate? Is he desperate? Oh, hell nah.

..

Eijiro was glad he was off duty as well. That means he can visit Kazui and spend time with him. But his main priority right now is to find the location an intel told him.

Location where Katsuki’s ex-wife is.

Just thinking about this made his blood boil. Of course, he’ll never hurt a woman. It wouldn’t be very manly of him. But this one made him want to be unmanly.

Fists inside his pocket, he reached the said location. Eijiro was standing in front of a huge house, face staring blankly at it.

It’s now or never.

Eijiro gradually made his way to the front door. He took a deep breath and rang the doorbell. Few seconds only passed when the door opened. His eyes hardened when he laid his eyes on her.

“I’ll join you in a minute babe!” She was giggling. But stopped when she saw who it was.

“K-kirishima.”

Eijiro didn’t say anything. He was staring at her intently.

“H-how did you-

“I came here to give you this.” His voice was low, so very not like his usual tone handing her a bunch of documents.

“What’s this?” she asked curiously as she raised a shaking hand and reached for the documents from his grasp.

“Discover it yourself.” Eijiro glared.

Gulping. She shakingly flipped the folder open in her hands and read its content.

A divorce paper with Katsuki’s name in it but without his signature, whilst the next paper was a warrant of arrest for abandoning Katsuki and Kazui.

“Ms. *, you are under arrest for abandoning your child.”

A sudden sound of a police automobile was heard making her panic.

“N-no.” She plead. “No! Please!!”

“The court will deal with you.” Eijiro left the scene as soon as the police arrived and dealt with her.

It was wrong that Katsuki didn’t know about this, but he’ll do anything for his buddy and his nephew.

“You’re free, Katsuki.” Eijiro mumled as he disappeared from the scene.

..

Meanwhile, while cooking breakfast, Katsuki suddenly felt a huge weight disappear from his chest.

[aphroditesswan]

Thanks!

So I have a black butler idea that you probably won't like cause it is sabciel BUT it's completely platonic like it's a father figure situation and not romantic at all

I was thinking about Ciel having a nightmare and waking up and screaming or something and sabastian helping him calm down and stuff? I'm really bad at explaining things

little person

ciel & sebastian

warnings: night terrors, sebaciel shippers dni i will actually starting rolling around on the floor if those nasty proshippers start following me 

summary: ciel has always woken up from nightmares, usually falling asleep just a couple minutes later, but this time was slightly different.

genre: hurt/comfort, fluff ish

notes: i honestly did not know how to write this but this pushed me out of my comfort zone n it was so fun ALSO SORRY IVE BEEN LATE TO GET TO REQUEST my personal life is extremely busy, especially with family and school but i have this and another fic coming in 🙏🙏 

Being the Earl Phantomhive wasn’t easy. The only (living) person who could speak from experience is of course the Young Earl, Ciel. He hadn’t much experience, but he was determined. 

Determined and had his own help. 

Restless nights were nothing to Ciel. Ever since his parent’s passing, waking up in a cold sweat is nothing new to him. In fact, he’s rather surprised if he manages to get a good nights rest. 

He’s tried everything you could think of. Counting sheep, glasses of warm milk and tea to relax him, going through immense activities throughout the day to tire him. These all do nothing but make him wish for the bed that he so dreads sleeping in every night and curses in the morning. 

Now was one of those nights. Thrashing, shaking, shivering, throwing around the blanket, tossing and turning in every way he could on the ginormous mattress in a room that didn’t belong to him a couple years prior. 

His late parents room was a drastic change from his own. 

It was certainly larger. Which meant more space. More cold, empty space that he never knew how to fill. Being head of the household wasn’t easy, you weren’t a child anymore, you had no reason to fill your desolate room with little toys and fun nicknacks from various corners of the world. 

This nightmare, this one particular nightmare, haunted him like no other. One where he watches his parents, his home, everything he’s ever known burn to the ground. He dreads this dream, he waits eagerly for his body to wake itself up like it usually should. But it never does. 

He continues to watch his home burn and collapse, the smoke from the flames going into his lungs and making it hard to breathe, even in the dream. He can feel himself choking, gasping for air, sweating and panicking with every crackle of the oversized fire engulfing his manor. 

Suddenly, his world started shaking. His body, the trees around him, the entire scenery in his dream. 

Then he woke up. Finally, he thought. He was sweating, the chill of his still cold and empty room not providing any aid to his already chilly state. But he felt a hand on his shoulder, a gentle one akin to his father’s. 

“Young Master,, are you alright? You seem a bit shaken up.” 

He looked over, squinting his eyes to see the figure of his butler looming over his bed with a candle where he sat. 

“I’m,, I’m fine Sebastian.” He whispered out, for a moment forgetting this was his own manor where he could do what he wanted and speak how he wished. 

“Come with me, Young Master.” Sebastian stood up straight, walking a bit then turning to face the boy, waiting for him to get up and follow suit. 

For some reason, he wanted to, and he did. He stood up and walked behind Sebastian, following his own butler all the way down his own stairs. Sometimes he couldn’t believe that this was all his, that all of this was now under his name, not his father’s or grandfather’s or even a distant uncle’s. This was all his. 

He found himself in the kitchen. Looking around, watching Sebastian pouring a glass of warm chamomile tea. 

“Sebastian you know that’s no use.” He scoffed, all of this just a waste of time to him. “Now My Lord, we might as well try.” 

The young earl took the cup reluctantly, drinking just a bit of it. He felt his butler just gazing at him, so he drank more out of pure awkwardness. Not because he wanted to, not because he butler had graciously added sugar to his tea, not because he had faith he wouldn’t go to sleep just to wake up to another nightmare, but because his butler annoyed him with the staring. 

“There. Are you satisfied?” “Are you?” That was unprompted. What did that even mean? Ciel took a minute, just staring down into the cup with the tea leaves. Supposedly, they could read your future. He didn’t see much, he wasn’t trained in that field. He had also never believed in superstitions, even though an entire being whose existence defies humanity was standing only 3 maybe 4 feet in front of him. 

“Yes Sebastian, I am. Now take me to bed.” He huffed, setting down the cup onto the counter. “Are you positive, young master?” “Don’t question me, Sebastian.”

“As you wish, my lord.” He walked Ciel up the stairs, following two to three steps behind him with a candle and standing by the door once he got to his room. 

“Good night, my lord.” “Good night, Sebastian.” Ciel laid down, turning away from the door where Sebastian stayed for a moment, only a moment, before placing the candle down on the dresser. He bowed, although Ciel couldn’t see it, and shut the door. Ciel listened for the footsteps, hearing the clicking of shoes descend the stairs. He sat up, looking at the candle through the corner of his eyes. He wondered how such a small flame, something so minuscule compared to his still small stature, could take away everything he had ever known. He was there when his parents had passed, and there will be someone to watch him die as well.

im so sorry my req have been taking so longgg i’ve been so busy with christmas shopping and finals and studying but consider this and another fic that’s coming out BEFORE CHRISTMAS as a present 🥲🙏

[stolasdearest]

Hey sorry to bother you but could I request some headcanons with Gale, Wyll, Zevlor and Halsin taking care of their S/o post jaw surgery? I'm getting bilateral jaw joint replacement surgery in September of 2024 but I have to wear braces before that and they just tightened them today and hoo boy is it painful 😖

Plus it would just be really nice to have something to read while I'm recovering in the hospital. Thank you so much, I hope you're doing well ☺️

YOU'RE NOT BOTHERING ME ILY/P

I myself need tight braces or even surgery due to my overbite so this is right up my alley I got you pookie💋💋 ALSO I WISH YOU THE BEST OF LUCK IN RECOVERY‼️🩷

Warnings: not proofread

Bg3 chars x gn!Tav

Honestly not quite sure what to do with you

Although if you can't talk he might joke about how you can't stop him from ranting now to which you just roll your eyes and smack him on the shoulder

If solids are off the table you best believe he is going around all of Faérun to find the best soups recipes for you so you suffer a little bit less

Gives you a notebook and his favorite pen if speaking isn't possible and he just looks at you with the cutest face while you write, waiting patiently

Insecurity after the surgery? Nuh uh he won't allow it he will worship your entire body to prove it, he'll probably enjoy it more than you I can't lie.

Floored, kinda like Gale he has no idea how to take care of someone "injured" in that way

His new vocabulary is just "what do you need?" And then skittering off to get whatever you might need when he figures out what you need

Water? Food? Cuddles? Do you want to close the curtains?? WHAT DO YOU NEED.

he also gives you something to write notes on but he's panicking everytime while waiting because he feels it's stupid that he doesn't just know what you need at all times but he's trying his best <3

Halsin is probably the most chill and laid back when it comes to your surgery, he knows you'll be fine but that doesn't mean he won't do everything for you

He's acting like you just had surgery on both of your legs and not your jaw— he even asks if he should carry you where just throw up your arms and furrow your brows at the druid while he looks at you like a confused puppy.

Definitely has some natural herbal stuff to deal with your pain, he's so thoughtful.

Can honestly just look at you and tell what you need, He's a very perceptive man which saves you the cramp of writing. It even surprises you how much he can read you but it's not unwelcome by any means.

Probably getting you so many gifts to make you feel better ontop of some smooth sweet words while he runs his hand up and down your arm

A decent cook but if there's something he doesn't know how to make he'll just get it from a restaurant instead, he doesn't wanna risk you not liking it.

Half writing half hand gestures

By the way you move or even just gesturing to him he can know what you want and moves to get it after giving the crown of your head

"I'll be right back with that, my love"

he's so sweet it's gonna give you cavities

He reads to you aswell if you wish obviously

I do apologize if this is bad I woke up like 30 minutes ago and I'm HUNGRY but I tried I hope you like it :3

[zoeykallus]

Firstly: I adore you and your writing! I read your hc's a but too religiously for it to be healthy, and love how well you capture the characters 🥰

At you leisure, I was hoping to maybe make a request for a bit of a angsty/fluff?? How our favorite batch would react to accidentally injuring their s/o - a stray blaster shot or flying blade, or even just a rough time waking up from a bad dream. Bonus points for Gregor and Kix - honestly any clones you feel like including ❤

Aloha! Thank you so much! Always nice to read such things :)) I like this idea. Let's see what I can do with this.

The Bad Batch x Reader HC's - Accidents Happen

Warnings: Mention of minor injury/ A little Angst/Strong Language/Fluff/A bit of humor (probably)

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Hunter

A stray shot hit you, his shot. Panic instantly floods his system, and he jumps and stumbles through obstacles to get to you. The shot just grazed your shoulder, it burns a little, but it's really not a big thing.

"Maker! I hit you, didn't I?! Show me!"

He rips apart your sleeve to see the wound.

"Hey! Cool it, Hunter, it barely grazed me!"

"I'm so sorry", he mutters, taking a deep breather "For a short and very devastating moment, I thought I would have hurt you much worse"

"It's fine, it'll heal, I barely need any bacta", you say and pet his cheek.

Hunter sighs and kisses your forehead.

"Enough training for today", he says and helps you up, "At least let Tech have a look at the wound, okay?"

"If it makes you feel better"

Hunter nods and pulls you along with him.

You sigh, "Fine"

Echo

It's not even in a fight, he just gestured a little wilder when talking with Tech about a technical issue, not expecting you to be behind him, when he wheels around and knocks his scomp link against your temple.

"Oh, dear maker!", he says with a gasp.

It hurts, there is no blood, and you won't die or anything, but it does hurt a good bit, after all he hit you with a piece of metal.

Echo instantly grabs your cheeks between his hand and scomp link, turns your head to look at it.

"Hey!", you protest.

"Where the hell did you come from all of a sudden?" he asks, still a good bit panicky.

"I was coming in, a second ago, didn't know you need a warning", you mutter, still in his grip.

He sighs relieved, "Doesn't look too bad. You should be fine"

Tech in the background says, "You got her pretty good though, maybe we should make a scan"

"You think?", Echo asks, panicking again.

"I'm fine!", you tell them.

"Better safe than sorry", Tech says, getting his hand scanner.

You don't really have a choice, Echo and Tech will check you for everything possible.

Wrecker

He knocks you off your feet in a training fight, totally underestimating how small you are compared to him. You land on your ass, not really hurt, just a bit shaken. You have not expected him to knock you down so fast, although you know how strong he is.

"I'm so sorry! Oh, dear! Are you hurt?"

Wrecker picks you up, very carefully and scanning you with his eyes.

"Does it hurt somewhere?"

You shake your head.

"Nah, just my pride. You knocked me out within the very first second of the fight"

"I'm so sorry, I was so hyped about training with you, Mesh'la!"

He scratches the back of his head and says, "Maybe you should pick someone else for this kind of training... I don't know... at least for the sparing fights"

You smile at him, "It's okay, I trust you Wrecker, accidents happen"

"Are you sure?"

You nod and kiss his chin.

"Now let me down on my feet and gain back my pride"

He chuckles, "Okay, Mesh'la"

Tech

It was an accident, a stray shot, you both know that. You are not seriously hurt, the shot just grazed your armor, didn't even really hurt you, but Tech is out of his mind about it.

"How could that happen?! I'm not that bad of a shot!"

"Guess I made an unforeseen move, things like that can happen", you say calmly.

Tech takes off the part of your armor that has been grazed, to make absolutely sure you are not hurt underneath. A sigh of relief comes over his lips when he finally sees, there is no wound.

"I'm so sorry Cyare, this shouldn't have happened"

He makes a scan with his hand-held scanner and takes a closer look. You let him because you know how unsettled he is about the whole incident.

He finally kisses your cheeks and forehead and hugs you close as if he thought you could have been dying. You hug him back and say softly, "Tech, my darling, take a breather, I'm okay"

He's still shaky and needs a moment.

"Maybe we should call it a day", you suggest.

Tech nods and grabs your hand, to go back to the Marauder with you.

"I'll make us some pancakes", he says with a smile.

Pancakes are Tech's comfort food. He makes them whenever he's upset or whenever you are upset.

"Okay, sounds good to me"

Crosshair

He feels stupid about it, he ran you over on the ramp, knocked you right off it.

Crosshair growls at Wrecker, "If you hadn't hunted me with that stupid doll of yours, this wouldn't have happened!"

Wrecker looks at the two of you unsettled, "I'm sorry ad'ika"

"It's okay", you say ,"Don't worry about it"

As you try to get up, your ankle hurts like hell.

"Shit", you mutter.

"What? What is it?"

Crosshair jumps down the ramp right next to you and crouches down.

"My ankle", you say meekly, "Hurts like hell"

Crosshair mumbles, "I'm sorry... I should have been watching where I'm going"

He helps you up and brings you to Tech who takes care of your ankle while Crosshair nervously watches.

"You'll be fine, just take it easy for a week or two", he says.

Crosshair sighs then says softly, "I'll take over your chores while you recover"

You kiss his chin with a smirk.

"Don't look so grumpy, Darling, could have happened to anyone"

Gregor

He is helping to build a fireplace for a barbecue evening with some of his brothers when you approach him. He just lifted a bench he wanted to place near the fire, when he turns around he hits you in your side with it. Not too bad, just making you stumble for a moment.

Gregor drops the bench like he burnt himself on it and comes to your side.

"Oh Mesh'la, are you hurt?"

You wave it off, "No Gregor, I'm okay, just lost my balance for a moment"

"Are you sure?", he lifts your shirt a bit to look at your side, making his brothers peak at you interested.

As he realizes, he lets the shirt down again and rumbles, "Hey, none of your business"

Gregor lets out one of his cute little chuckles and says, "Sorry, Mesh'la. Can I do something for you to make it better?"

You smile and give him a soft kiss.

"Maybe later, tonight?"

He chuckles again.

"Oh, yeah, absolutely"

Kix

"Kix, calm down, I'm okay"

He is shaky and nervous and very focused on scanning you in the med bay.

"I threw you off the stairs!"

You laugh softly, "You didn't throw me, honey, you accidentally nudged me and I fell down three stairs, I just hit my knees a little"

Kix sighs, "Aside from being embarrassed about that, I'm concerned you may have hurt your knees worse than you let on"

You shrug with a chuckle and say, "Well, scan away, if it makes you feel better"

He nods, very focused. After three more scans and finding nothing, he finally believes you.

As you get up from the stretcher, you act like stumbling, as if you were really hurt and laugh as he grabs you and want's to do more scans.

"Honey I just pranked you, my knees are fine"

He looks at you very somber and stern, saying, "Not funny at all"

You pout, "Come on, don't be like that"

Kix sighs and says, "Don't ever do that again"

"Okay"

"Why do I not believe you?"

"Because Fives is my best friend?"

"Stop listening to his stupid ideas", Kix mutters, but kisses you softly.

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[aki-draws-things]

I know you’re busy with whumptober so get to this whenever- but! I need more ER nurse Jake, angst, or fluff, or insanity.

I can see is him being exhausted and falling asleep on everyone and getting passed around from shoulder to shoulder.

Short, but connected to the whumptober too... kind of "Hold My hand" , no I'm not sorry

Whumptober 2023~

Fandom: top gun

Characters: jake hangman seresin, Ron Slider Kerner (plus tom amd Chris)

Prompts: overcrowded er

Warning: cancer mention

Summary: it's a busy day at the er when Jake turns and finds his papa there. Obviously.

When Jake chose that career he knew his motivation went beyond having been inspired by uncle Lucas, it was what uncle called a calling. Almost in a religious kind of way. Jake, he said, was meant to do that, it was written since the instant he was born, and all the sort of things people would tell about spiritual callings.

Honestly, Jake simply wanted to help people, it was a physical need, nothing spiritual or shit.

The ER was a mess that day. Not a moment of peace, not a moment he could retreat himself to the bathroom for 5 seconds. Well, okay, he would pee later, that was fine.

"Seresin!" An older nurse called and Jake sighed. Jesus christ, he only took his phone out one second to check if there were any text, was she going to scold him for that?!

"Yeah, yeah... coming."

When he turned around Tata was there. Jake felt sick. He felt his stomach drop and--

"No. No jakey, nothing like that."

Tata always said he wore his feelings on hos face all the time, Jake knew what he probably looked like.

"We just thought an ER trip would've been safer, all considered, we were having a bit of a struggle to stop the bleeding."

Jake nodded and took a deep breath. He followed tom toward the chair papa was occupying. Papa who looked up and lit up at seeing Jake, like Jake used to do when he was little. Oh, how the tables had turned.

"Chickie don't listen to them, it's just a little cut." Jake nodded. He was tired and needed really bad that bathroom break, but that was papa and he had a cut in his hand and Jake didn't feel as tired anymore.

"But better be safe, yeah? Come, let's clean and cover it up."

Jake loved his job, he loved helping people, and maybe uncle Lucas was right, it was some sort of calling in the end. But one thing was helping and saving and fixing people he didn't know, another was taking his Papa's hand and disinfect and patch up a little cut that didn't want to stop bleeding.

"I should ring the oncologist on shift." Jake muttered and papa chuckled.

"For a cut? No, don't bother them, I'll see mine tomorrow morning anyway."

Jake held onto his hand a little longer. He could feel the bones, the skin frail under his fingers, breaking so easily, bleeding so much.

"They always said easy bleeding was a common side effect."

"You should've been more careful."

"I was, baby. It's just a little, cut, Dad and Tata panicked."

But not him, Jake realized not without a pang of sadness. Never him.

"I'll be fine."

Jake was about to say something when someone called him again. Jake swallowed and papa gave him a little push.

"Off you go, looks like we chose a busy night. Go, chickie."

With a sigh Jake pressed a kiss over his head and ron chuckled.

"Go."

"I'll take you to visit tomorrow, okay?"

Ron smiled and waved quietly as Jake run off again.

[running-in-the-dark]

I've got more to say on that post (tw I'm insane I don't know what to tag this as its just. mental illness man idk.)

I'm really, really glad that other people apparently really don't know what it's like to feel like that. like you're not allowed to think certain things or that thinking them makes you bad.

because fuck I wish that was me.

I find it almost impossible to talk about this but I'm trying because I've found it's really the only thing that helps a little bit - and it feels like literal torture, like. I am having to actively fight every instinct in my head to be able to type any of it.

but. just. man I just can't. sometimes I can do it, but sometimes it's like now and I get so panicked about it that all the words just fucking disappear. literally can't talk about it.

okay, I'll try a different way. so. I get extremely obsessed with fictional characters (which you know if you've ever looked at this blog because duh). obviously that means I think about them. a lot. all the time really. and it's. it is really really hard, honestly. just like. imagine having to basically check every. little. thought. to see if there's anything there that could make you a bad person.

again, can't go into any more detail because My Brain (probably should stop saying that, I guess it's like, part of the ocd tendencies I have or whatever) won't fucking let me.

so, I'm trying to work on that, and for some reason I'm doing that by writing it down instead. because then I have like, the option to go back and look at it and be like actually this is probably fine. not horrible, not the worst thing anyone has ever thought, and even if it was - no one but me is ever going to see this, so why should it even matter?

but more than anything it's like. shown me how fucking insane that is. I literally can't even write so much as like. a hug. without feeling like I'm the most disgusting piece of shit ever (lots of complicated reasons but it boils down to basically. well you're thinking about his body. and that his body would feel nice. and that is absolutely not allowed in any way). when I've said that I'm writing some insane shit I don't mean like haha, this is sooo dirty hehe :3 no guys I mean it is literally insane and mostly me literally having to write paragraphs of dialogue in which the character assures me that it's okay and I'm not horrible for thinking that and. like I'm literally writing him as if he's my fucking therapist because that's the only way I can justify it in my own head.

like, I am not exaggerating when I say that I've made myself feel like I'm physically ill from overthinking this so much. I literally felt like I had a fever because I got so extremely stressed out about it. I think that was about like. holding hands or some shit. I'm 32 fucking years old. I'm literally married (won't even get into that but fuck dude just imagine being like this and. yeah).

and the funniest part about all of that is that I feel so unbelievably ashamed about all of it that I don't think I could even mention it to a therapist or whatever. like the thought alone is so absolutely horrifying that it makes me feel like I need to be punished for it. so I just convince myself that well it can't really be OCD anyway because I don't even have compulsions anymore (even though I did, and they affected my life so much for like, 15 years at least), and well even if it could still be that even without the compulsions well it's not that bad really. I mean I don't have the issues that people with actual OCD have, it doesn't really affect me, so what if I can't think about fucking that fictional guy, imagine how much a therapist would laugh at you for thinking you should get help with that, nope your brain is just fundamentally broken (it's always been that way after all, so it can't be something like that, no you're just broken and wrong and that's why all your thoughts are bad, you're just the worst person on Earth).

I can't explain how hard it is to even like. just talk about the most mundane shit. like let's say there's a picture of The Guy and I think he looks good. it's such a struggle to let myself say that. like literally, something as fucking basic as that. literally anything that is an admission of 'hi I've thought about his face and his body and I think they look kind of nice' makes me feel like I should literally die. that's why I've been trying to say that shit as much as I can lately, with the reasoning being well if I just keep doing it and nothing horrible happens it'll get easier right? (nope it doesn't, not really)

and like, there's so much more to it than social media, obviously. like it's probably 99% my upbringing (didn't even fucking realise until very recently that a lot of it is based on religious stuff because I didn't understand that my family was even that religious. yeah I don't get it either. but there's way more than the religion aspect, just pretty much everything about my childhood and my parents and. everything). but it does play a huge part in it for me and. I don't know what to do about that and I'll probably do nothing because doing anything is hard and I'm already completely overwhelmed by everything.

yeah idk all of that came from thinking about that video too much, idk, I'm shutting up now

[thessalian]

Astrid vs the Gauntlet of Shar

In the Gauntlet

Shadowheart: Why are they attacking us?!? Am I being tested?

Astrid: Probably. That's kind of what Gauntlets are all about. Just ... I'm honestly more wondering about all the fresh blood. Like ... it's an old temple and there's a lot of recent death.

Gale: Well, perhaps poking this statue will give a clue, so--

Statue: *pulses*

Gale: *goes flying*

Astrid: Um ... Gale? I think the problem is that there's too much light in here. You know, all those things about the Lady Walks in Shadows etcetera etcetera?

Gale: All right ... so how do we get those ones down?

Astrid: We look for levers. And probably traps-- Yep. There's one. And another. And another. Okay. We can do this.

Wyll: Do we need Astarion for this?

Astrid: Not yet. Maybe if these mechanisms get any more complicated-- Ooh. There's a cave with mushrooms down here.

Shadowheart: Do ... we really have time for this?

Astrid: It'll take five minutes.

Down in the mushroom cave, being ambushed by a Cloaker

Wyll: THIS IS NOT FIVE MINUTES!

Astrid: Please. Stop. Panicking.

Wyll: Your Countercharm is very nice, yes, but Astrid, these phantasm things keep shrieking and--

Astrid: Look at where they are, Wyll. Just ... look.

Wyll: Way too close, is where they are! Way too close and all three of them in my face! ...Very ... closely ... clumped together ... in my face.

Astrid: You're getting the idea!

Gale: Wait wut--

Wyll: *Cloud of Daggers*

Astrid: *pulls lute, does a very high pitched weedly-weedly-WEE hair-rock solo climax; casts Shatter*

Phantasms: *die wailing*

Cloaker: *looks less sanguine about all of this now*

Astrid: *Vicious Mockery resonance* WE WILL NOT BE INTIMIDATED BY OUTERWEAR WITH MORE TEETH THAN SURVIVAL INSTINCT!

Cloaker: *shrieks in pain*

Astrid: Okay, now go get it!

Stabnation: *ensues*

A little further in, and a lot more stabbing later

Astrid: Ow. Okay. Those portal-to-creepy things were a nonsense. Now ... oh. Hello Mr Undead-Man.

Balthazar: Ah. True Souls. Wonderful! You can go get the Nightsong for me! You just need to get the orbs and go through Yulgir.

Wyll: ...Wow. Everyone wants Yulgir dead today.

Shadowheart: I ... don't like him? But we don't really have a fight in us right now.

Astrid: Well, since we're doing your chores for the Absolute, perhaps you could send us with some aid?

Balthazar: Oh, fine. Take my big brother. Well, take this bell. Ring it and he'll turn up. Now go and do the thing.

Shadowheart: Are ... you going to turn his creation against him?

Astrid: That or make sure he can't call the big lummox himself, either way. But we really need some time at camp before we do anything.

One long rest later, with a slight change of party

Astarion: So you tell me I missed Raphael, and now you need me. What's all this about now?

Astrid: One very well-locked door--

Astarion: Done. Next?

Astrid: A ... trial that's all about the sneaky?

Astarion: Do I get to kill anything?

Astrid: We will keep you around for one of the more ... erm ... kill-happy trials, okay?

Astarion: Wonderful. Where do I start?

A couple of relatively straightforward trials later

Astarion: Well, the sneaking was a bit of a doddle - most thievery missions don't give you that much prep time before setting the guards loose. And the faith-leap ... thing ... was just that little too simple. What's next?

Mirrors of the Party: *attack*

Astrid: Oh. Wow. Um. We should watch them for tips.

Astarion: And I'm finally going to find out what some of you taste like! *runs up to Mirror!Gale*

Astrid: Wait Astarion don't--

Astarion: *FEEDS*

Astarion: *gets hit with a debuff for hitting a mirror not his own*

Gale: Well. That's going to be problematic...

Mirror!Shadowheart: *casts Blend With Shadows*

Shadowheart: Well, fuck.

Astrid: See, this is easier for me. I don't want to attack any of you so...

Astarion: I think I'll think twice before letting you invite me on ... the kill-happy trials next time.

Stabnation: *ensues*

Eventually, in the Silent Library

Gale: What is it with these people and Silence spells?!?

Astrid: Well, if you have magic to inforce quiet, I guess libraries are the place to use it...

Gale: This renders me useless.

Astrid: Only until I take out the source of the field. Which, given that all the other pains in our collective hiney have been from those umbral well things, must be that dark blot in the middle. I have lightning arrows! Let's go!

Gale; Shadowheart; Astarion: *look at each other*

Astarion: Did ... she actually just say 'hiney'?

Shadowheart: Look, you're the only one of us who doesn't get at least halfway crippled in a Silence field now get in there and stab things!

Astarion: ...You're taking Wyll on the next bit of nonsense.

Stabnation: *ensues*

Awhile later, Yugnir's lair

Yugnir: Who sent you? Balthazar or Raphael.

Astrid: Kinda both. Look, we don't really have to fight. I'm kind of good at talking around demon contracts. What've you got?

Yugnir: It's a dumbass song and you can't do shit!

Astrid: I can, though. I know that song. I've played it a few times. Whoever came up with that wording left a loophole in it big enough to drive a bus through. You have to kill all the witnesses. Look at all those mooks! They must have seen it, right?

Yugnir: ...I never thought of that. MOOKS! DIE!

Mooks: *do indeed die*

Yugnir: Didn't work, you--

Astrid: Your ... erm ... displacer beast. Been your pet long?

Yugnir: ...Nessa... Just ... I'll make it quick. *murders displacer beast* ......STILL. NOT. WORKING.

Astrid: Hrm. Well ... it is a demon contract ... so that loophole's nastier than I thought. How did you know about the contract?

Yugnir: Well, I witnessed it, obviously! I-- Oh. Oh you are shitting me!

Astrid: *shrug*

Yugnir: IF THIS DOESN'T WORK, I WILL DRAG MYSELF OUT OF AVERNUS AND DIRECTLY UP YOUR ASS! *self-terminates*

Astrid: Don't threaten me with a good time. *slight pause, then giggles*

Gale: Ah, it seems the art of persuasion is powerful indeed. I am impressed, and in awe ... and more than a little frightened of you right now.

Gale: *said that PRETTY MUCH VERBATIM IN-GAME*

Astrid: *giggle*

After a lot of wandering around trying to find where we're supposed to go from here

Astrid: Okay, riding those surf platters was neat.

Gale: I do not believe you negotiated with rats.

Astrid: This is their home as much as or more than it is ours. ...Man, I hope they don't apply to that deal of Yugnir's...

Shadowheart: We go there! That's an entrance to the Shadowfell!

Astrid: Well. This should be neat. *dips toe into water*

Water: *grabs and yanks*

Astrid: YEEK!

Wyll: ...Oh balls. *dives in*

After some fun jumping in the Shadowfell

The Nightsong: *is an aasimar named Aylin*

Aasimar in this game: *are FUCKING NUTS*

Controller Person: *suddenly understands why aasimar aren't a playable race here*

Balthazar: Great! You found the Nightsong! Now let's get you to the general...

Astrid: Um ... how about "no"? Does "no" work for you? See, I'm not all that much on abduction and Wyll hasn't saved a damsel in distress in days and I hate depriving him--

Wyll: Aww. Thanks.

Astrid: And I think there needs to be some negotiation with Shadowheart about whether or not we're killing her, which is going to interfere with Wyll's damsel de-distressing but, y'know, there's a god involved so...

Balthazar: Oh, fine. *summons a lot of undead and starts spamming Cloudkill*

Stabnation: *ensues*

Some stabnation later

Astrid: Owwwww. I fuzzed out a little there. What'd I miss?

Wyll: I ... ah. I killed Balthazar. I ... sort of took a leaf out of your book.

Gale: You need to write a ballad about the Blade of the Frontiers shouting "yeet" as he Eldritch Blasted a powerful necromancer into the void of the Shadowfell.

Shadowheart: And now I kill this thing!

Aylin: Look, you want Ketheric Thorm dead, and so do I, so let's just go kill him since I'm not giving his dumb ass immortality anymore. Also, Shar's lying to your dumb ass, by the way.

Astrid: Um ... I mean, I know this is an important thing but I don't tend to think killing is necessarily the answer unless someone's being unreasonable and this Aylin person isn't and honestly she looks kind of harder to kill than we can manage right now given that we were bleeding out on the floor not two minutes ago and ... anyway, Shar doesn't want you to have anything but her. Death's a part of life, sure, but death should be a curtain call on a life well-lived, not a prologue we rush through for the main event.

Shadowheart: ........Oh, FINE. I don't know what to do now since Lady Shar's banishing me, but FINE.

Aylin: *goes full-on Winged Angel Selune Paladin Glorious* I've got some shadows to clear up and a Thorm to kill after that. Join me as you can, but get some rest first; you look like hammered shit.

Gale and Wyll: *look at Shadowheart and Astrid*

Gale: I will let Astrid lean on me, since I'm ... oddly stronger than you are. You just sort of ... nudge Shadowheart along, since she's more catatonic than about to collapse.

Wyll: And you having an excuse to hold her close has nothing to do with that.

Gale: *blushes* Shut up.

[matchademi]

Falls silently walks out of the briefing room his head down hiding his face under his hat as he speed walks back to the med bay to his office and lays his head on on his desk. He just got told he was promoted to CMO. He hated it he hated how the "death" of Kix was brushed off and his role was immediately shoved off to another person. He hated how because of his 'promotion', "a death sentence more like" he whispers to himself, pushed him so far out of his comfort zone it is cruel. A field medic? Are they that low on medics that they are getting that desperate? Probably, thousands of brothers are dying every day! Kix was only one in those thousands. "But he isn't. He was my best friend... the last brother I was close too in this battalion at least...." Falls feels a sob bubble up and he throws his medic officer hat off and across the room in a fit of red hot anger that feels foreign to him.

He loves all his brothers in the 501st he wouldn't trade them for anything but he was always so introverted it was sometimes hard to get close to most. With his batchmates it was easy it was only the three of them, Blackout squad, they protected each other "well what good was that they protected me all that time and yet I could do nothing to protect my vode'ikas...what kind of Ori'vod am I?" He tug on his hair as he hisses to himself, when did he star pulling on his hair? And now Kix? The one who stood up for him constantly, the one who taught him almost everything, the one who would remind him not to over do it yet over do it himself because he cared for his brothers so damn much that he would put his own damn life on the line!?! Another sob rocks through Falls body as he tugs his hair harder. He misses them all so damn much he doesn't know if he can do it, no he knows he can't do it the first and last time he was on the field it almost shattered him. Damn it he can't even pick of a kriffing blaster without shaking like a day old cadet!

More and more sobs rack the medics body, making it harder to breath, memory's of all the times he failed running through his head. Falls thinks he can hear footsteps walking towards his office but everything is so loud he can't tell, he can feel the stickiness of blood in his hair which just sends him into a further spiral. He bearly hears the door open before he feels a hand on his shoulder, icy cold fear races through him and before he even notices he has a vibro knife in his hand and he is lunging at the intruder he hears a muffed yell as the blurry through his tears figure side step the sloppy lunge. Fear continues to strangal him again as he moves twords the intruder again shoving them blindly twords what Falls guesses Is his desk putting the knife to their neck. "-lls! -alls! FALLS STAND DOWN TROOPER" the yell breaks through to him as he backs up, the knife gets pulled from his hands and thrown to the other side of the room. Falls body continues to tremble harshly as sobs tear through him, he looks at the figure in front of him seeing blond hair that causes his legs to buckle beneath him 'the captain! I almost just killed the captain! I'm gonna get decommed...honestly can't believe I made it this long' he feels a hand on his shoulder again, Falls flinched hard as he almost collapses in on himself breathing is almost impossible now but he hears the quiet and firm voice of his captain "listen to me trooper you gotta calm down try and copy me" Rex starts taking deep exaggerated breaths, Falls nearly chokes on a inhale but he slowly starts calming down from the fight of flight response.

"There we go trooper, now what's your designation" Rex's voice is even softer now, Falls response is automatic "CT‐5374 Falls, C-CMO of the 501st battalion, and Torret company.." he voice is quite and weak but he feels a bit more clear headed as he looks at Rex kneeling in front of him "I'm sorry Captain I just panicked-" "it's fine kid I scared you  I should of realized you weren't ok being touched, now what's wrong Vod'ika" Rex's captain voice slips away leaving just a worried older brother. Falls shakes his head "nothing you weren't supposed to see that.." he mutters "well I did and I'm pretty sure I know what's wrong but I wanna give you a chance to talk about it." Falls growls "fine I'm a coward who can't take the pressure of this war of the responsibility that was dropped on me! I'm fucking scared. I'm not ment to be on the field. I keep losing people I'm closest to and I can't do it anymore! I can't lose anyone else.. one slip up one second too late and it will prove that I'm nothing but a defect!!" The sobs return in his rant as he bends forward and covers his face he feels Rex pull him into a crushing hug "if that makes you defective then what am I? I know your terrified Falls, I hate that I have to put you out there but we have no choice. Kix as been by my side since the near beginning I miss him so much it hurts but you have to keep marching kid. We have to win this war so our brothers losses are not in vain. You are the best medic we have now and here is a little secret Kix said if something happened to him to give you his spot as CMO. Though he would kill me for letting you out on the front. But we have to continue on." Falls continues to sob into Rex's shoulder who keeps a tight grip on him "but today, cry, scream let it out". And Falls does, he breaks down  screaming and crying about the brothers he lost. Tup, Dogma, Kix. All the brothers who died in his care, Umbara everything he never let himself mourn before and Rex never lets him go. Hours go by until he physically can't move anymore from exhaustion "sleep kid, I got watch your safe here nothing will hurt you" Falls weakly nods "thank Ori'vod..." his voice is bearly there but it says everything he can't at the moment  as he closes his eyes falling asleep on his older brothers chest. Rex kisses his head "I love you Vod'ika and I swear to you you will make it out of this war".

[dzpenumbra]

6/26/23

I gotta be careful not to get too sucked into this and forget about the water I have on the stove. I've been trying to distill water by keeping a pot of water over low heat with an inverted lid on it, so it drips the condensation into a glass bowl floating inside. It works, but it works super slow. I've been doing this at least 2-3 hours now and really don't have much, about a cup and a half.

I don't like having a lit gas stove with my back turned to it, especially at the end of the night when I could just... forget I have it on. I'm sure it'll be okay and I'm trying to keep myself chill about it. I just grew up in a house where... that shit would never fly.

My thoughts have been wandering back to my family a lot today and last night. Last night when going to sleep to the point where I actually had to pick up my phone and go on social media to cleanse my palate. A lot of it was around... my little brother, and why he hates me. And I've been really trying really fucking hard to not blame myself. But he blames me. And I wasn't having my proudest moment at the time I suspect is sticking with him. So that makes it super easy for me to throw myself on the grenade. Which... I think is, at least subconsciously... the goal. Because jumping on the grenade, martyrdom, being guilted into blame no matter what... that's my role in the family - somehow even friendships ended up that way too. The last thing I should be doing is playing into that myself.

It's tough to navigate that. Because... often it feels like... I'm avoiding responsibility. I do take responsibility for my part. I... okay, fuck it, I might as well tell the story.

I had invited my brother over to my house to chill and probably make music or something. He offered to pick up lunch at a convenience store on the way, I appreciated the gesture. He showed up, we sat down and started eating, everything was totally fine. About 5 minutes into just casual conversation, I asked him "if money wasn't a limitation, what would you do?" Kinda coming up with fun activities and goals and shit. A question that a fucking guidance counselor would ask. Or a game show, even. My aim, of course... to see what his goals were, to get to know him and see what direction he wants to take his life in, what things he's passionate about. So I could see where our creative visions overlap and see how I could be involved in helping him attain his goals, and vice versa. You know, being a friend. And he froze up. And got angry at me. And then just shut down entirely.

I... was pretty new to honest emotional communication back then, and just started basically narrating the situation to him. I saw his shields go up, and I just made that clearly known that what was going on was understood and that it was okay for him to put them down. And that made it worse. And after like 15-20 minutes of just being stonewalled... in my own living room... I lost my patience. And that, of course, is one of the biggest changes I've made in my life and the thing I feel most ashamed of. I started getting really upset and saying shit like "you can't just come over to my home and then just like... give me the silent treatment... when I'm just trying to be nice... like, just explain to me what's going on!" I was panicking. I didn't know what to do or how to navigate the situation at all. Because he was literally not even giving me eye contact. He was just staring at the floor. And, with the layout of the couch and the TV table and the chair he was in... I was physically cornered. So I got up and got out of the corner and started sorta pacing a bit. Like... honestly, I still don't know what I'm supposed to do in that situation if he won't speak to me. He's in my living room, that time is literally being set aside for him to spend with me. Do I excuse myself out to my own porch and smoke a cigarette until HE calms down? Do I ask him to leave, when I don't even really want him to? I mean... am I supposed to just... go about my day as though he isn't just sitting in my living room like a fucking gargoyle? I legit do not know how I am expected to act there, it feels like no matter what I do in that situation, I am wrong. It's just a matter of too what degree I'm wrong.

I panicked. I paced. I got upset. I raised my voice and told him he has to communicate. It made the shield stronger. He stood up too and started retreating. He eventually started going for the door. I went over and intercepted and put my hand on the door. Which I honestly will never do again. It's never a good move. It's desperation. It's not going to make them communicate, ever. It's a panic move, and I really don't like it. But yeah, that clearly made him panic more and then I opened the door for him and he was gone. And I'm pretty sure we didn't talk for like... 2 years after that? That was in the Spring/Summer of 2019 and he is still yet to even mention it.

My reflections on that? What I can get out of that? 1). He was having a panic attack, 100%. It took me probably... 2+ years to connect the dots on that? Because I had never seen ones that severe from the other side, and had it explained to me that's what they look like. I just didn't understand at all. Now, I get it. He froze, at a neurological level, at a fight-or-flight level. And I understand why he would be upset at me for being mad at him for panicking. I hope someday he can understand that I was upset because he didn't say a single word. Just saying "I'm panicking". Or "I'm scared". Or literally anything to indicate what's going on. A fucking pre-agreed-upon hand signal. It's a night and day change. 2). I need to be more assertive with peoples' behaviors in my home, but when it comes to mental health things like that... I really should have some kind of plan. Like "if you're having trouble communicating, you can step out on the porch or hop out to your car for a bit, then come back when you're more able to communicate". I can't just invite myself to help them. But it's very important for me to keep at the forefront of my mind that I cannot stop peoples' panic. I can assist, if they develop the skill to break through their own defenses enough to communicate. But that's all. Anything else will make it worse and make me the enemy; this is a clear-cut example of that. 3). Stopping someone from storming out isn't an act of good. Yes, it's saving them from making a petty mistake. Yes, the intention is to just talk it out right then and there and get it over with. But it's aggressive, and ultimately selfish. That's one of the biggest lessons I've learned in the past 5 years. Staying in a toxic conversation for 5 hours until the asshole finally decides to be civil is not an accomplishment. I still struggle to process how to deal with those situations, because I fucking hate walking away, or letting others walk away without showing some disapproval. Because I absolutely hate stretching petty drama out for days or weeks at a time instead of just... getting it over with. Doing that differently is something I will need to work on at length, and I need social exposure to do so. 4). This is a big one... This was 4 years ago. And, though I may have been clumsy... I didn't do anything "wrong". This was someone I cared about a lot having a mental health crisis and lacking the skill development to even communicate that was what they were experiencing. And he still hasn't gone to therapy. He still hasn't even started developing that skill. Instead, he blames me so he doesn't have to.

Okay, while I'm on this... let's get right down to it. Therapy. One of the most fucking important life skills I have ever developed that came from therapy... The thing that my current and past two therapists have both said most people of all ages and backgrounds struggle with... one of the most common issues... is the inability to fucking talk about their problems at a real level. Shame. Pride. Inexperience. Denial. You name it. The most important skill I've learned in life is what you're reading right now. The ability to just... say what I think. To put my really difficult experiences into words, and get those words honestly and accurately out of my head and into the world. Seems simple. And, in theory, it really is. Just... say what you would say to yourself, either in your head or out loud when you're alone if you're a kook like me, but say that to your therapist. "I am struggling to go to class because I'm insecure about my bathing habits and I think I might smell, and I feel like that's kinda silly and embarrassing but it really scares me that it might be true. Like a waking nightmare, you know?" That kind of communication.

It takes a lot of work to get to the point where you can share that kind of stuff. And I have somewhat of a natural advantage toward that skill... I guess? Or maybe I was trained in the Peer Leadership programs I went to when I was a kid? I don't know, either way... I've always had a bit of an edge there. Especially coming from a family that doesn't even go to fucking doctors. And my work in therapy really brought it to the point where... I can really communicate whatever I need to, whenever. In fact, it gets to the point where my boundaries can get a bit too porous and I need to dial it back.

So yeah, honestly? I think it's clear how much this has been haunting me. And... I have some fault. But it's really minimal. I can't blame myself for someone else's inability to express themselves during a mental health crisis. I can't do that to myself. That's their lesson to learn, and I will gladly help them learn, and teach them all the skills I have learned myself... but they have to connect the dots. That's their work, and I can't do that work for them.

I have to go check on the water. Alright, well... today was another weird one. The smoke from the Canadian fires is back, it was all hazy out again today. I did yoga and it was nice. My workout wasn't too bad either, I was just... not too excited about it. I don't know why really, I'm just kinda irritable, I guess. Maybe depressed? Yeah, probably that. The games I have just aren't scratching the itch. The Zen Garden project is super slow going and I fear I'm "wasting my time" with the sand sorting. It's in my head, I'm sure of it.

Watching RP has been front and center. And yeah... that's what's fucking me up. I'm not streaming anymore. I haven't in a few days now. Haven't worked on the fractal piece nearly at all. So... I kinda want to try to balance my time a bit better and make more time for streams. It just often doesn't feel worth it, because no one shows up.

I did, however, have a good idea today. A set time every day to stream drawing. A minimum of like... 1 hour. A one hour stream is not the end of the world. And it's open-ended, so I can go on as long as I want or just tap out. But I have to draw something. Options being... scenes from dreams, SketchDaily, the fractal piece, or even polling chat if anyone is there. I think it's a good idea.

My sieves were delayed by one day, they should be coming tomorrow... but... the sizes I'm pretty sure are all bigger than the kitchen sifter I've been using so... I'm going to have to water separate the fine sand anyway. Here's the best idea I have right now. The only difference between silt, sand and gravel is particle size... I can just organize the sand by size however I want, really. Then I can use the different coarseness to make patterns. The tradeoff with this... is that if I water separate the silt and use that as an accent... I'm going to have to water separate again if I want to get it back. Unless I can order a super fine filter of some kind. Honestly? I should reconsider the coffee filters... They might actually be the answer to this. I'm just afraid they might be too fine. If I find something smaller than the kitchen strainer but bigger than the coffee filter, I'm fucking golden. Then I can just sift every time I want to make a new garden, and not have to do this water or air separation shit.

I guess I'm just kinda grumpy about not "making progress". And kinda feeling isolated, and stuck in a time loop. And being haunted by my lost family, who turned out to not be the people I thought they were. And it's just kinda all hitting me at once.

Plus? You know what? I could really just use a fun game night with friends. I'm so fucking overdue for that. So... I'm saying this for probably the third time this week... I really need to find a multiplayer game that I am willing to sink some time into, and I really really really need to make sure I have a positive association with that. For me, playing a game on a multiplayer server and socializing is not recreation. It's a productive step forward for my social and mental health. It's part of self-care. Buying another single-player game (like Hades, which I was eyeing today...) is not what I need to be doing right now. I need to find a nice multiplayer server or group.

Okay, feeling super tired so I'm just going to remind myself of what's on the table for myself really quickly and directly. Zen Garden is going fine, just beating myself up over it and overthinking. Streaming has been on hold because of watching RP streams, I can resume anytime. Method for resuming would be making a minimum 1-hour drawing stream, ideally every day, with the option to go as long as I want. And... I need to find a multiplayer Space Engineers or modded Minecraft server... or a Roll20 group.

To shine a little bit of light into this moody post... I made my favorite Chinese takeout food from scratch again tonight - Chicken with Broccoli. It was very good, though I might add a bit less rice wine vinegar next time, and I made enough for two meals. That was very nice. And I did the water distilling, which was very simple, just mega-time-consuming.

Alright, tarot time.

Past - I: The Magician, inverted (Balance between conscious and subconscious, unity between spirit and matter.  Indicates a period of ability to manifest will.) Present - Ten of Swords, inverted (The death of a way of thinking, or a state of mind.  An ending that has been forced upon you causing mental anguish; illness, betrayal.) Future - Three of Cups, inverted (Celebration, calling in good fortune, joy.  Social gathering, a heartfelt belonging in a community.)

This thread starts with inverted Magician. I'm gonna level here, I don't remember this one off-hand. I'm going to guess it's sort of a mastery of the elements, intelligence kinda thing? I'm gonna do this a weird way... I'm going to move on to the next card and then come back and define this.

This is connected to inverted Ten of Swords, and this is a new one! Again, I'll come back to this. It does not look like a fun, friendly card... XD

And this concludes with inverted Three of Cups. This one I know. This is the "party card". This is a toast, celebrating and bonding with people close to you.

Alright, well... that didn't go as planned... Let's go back to The Magician. I wasn't far off. The balance of the elements thing is definitely there. I guess kind of a Temperance thing there, in a sense. But this seems more like a representation of the balance between the conscious and the subconscious. By keeping the four elements in balance, the whole pentacle "life ideally lived" thing... with the Spirit guiding the impulses, it allows the will to manifest freely. And that's sorta... embodying the Magician. If I'm understanding that correctly. And that's... inverted, so that's out of whack or dissonant.

Ten of Swords is a rough one. Man, the whole tail-end of Swords is a real bummer, isn't it? Eight is like... self-imposed traps of skewed perception, Nine is literal nightmare illusions and Ten? Ten is mental anguish, even the death of a way of thinking; it's suffering due to a loss that has been thrust upon you. Getting sick, being betrayed, shit like that. Convenient post for that card to finally show its face, huh? Wish I could say I was glad to make its acquaintance...

And that connects to the Three of Cups, so...

Basically, if I were to sum it up? Me being in a bit of disarray between my conscious mind and unconscious mind... my ego, my controlling "rational" mind... and my instincts, my gut, my intuition... and my difficulty in clearly manifesting my intentions... led to betrayal and psychological damage. I struggle to read the inversion of linear cards like this, but I really do feel like it's kinda representing... being stuck. Like, not just being betrayed, and falling, and suffering... but being stuck there long after it has ended. Which is accurate, especially for the Present slot. And again... this leads to blockage in connections with others. Not just those who were close to me, but any future ones as well.

The only part I'm shaky with in this reading is... where I started, The Magician. I don't fully know how to read it. I think the Ten of Swords is pretty dead on, and the Three makes perfect sense in context. Maybe the thing that is inverting this Magician was... the fact that I thought I was in balance. I thought I was very wise and level and balanced at that period in life, but I really wasn't. I was definitely embodying more of those traits than others around me, by leaps and bounds... but I still had some pretty gleaming flaws, which... led to all this. That makes sense. Let's see what the placeholder card has to say...

X: Wheel of Fortune, inverted. I haven't pulled this card in a very long time. I would guess it's a shift of luck, of divine favor. I feel like Fortune and Luck are often interchangeable in this context. And, inverted, I would say... a shift of luck for the worse? Yep, the definition pretty much confirms, but emphasizes it being fated and being kinda... an inversion within itself. Like... the idea of your luck turning around. Bad luck to fortune, peace to obstacles. So... maybe this inversion is representing... my difficulty embracing a turn in fortune. Or... maybe difficulty seeing that it has already happened.

Because that was hitting me yesterday. Like... I keep living in the past, and acting like people I had conflicts with 4 years ago are right here. They could have easily forgotten about me by now, honestly. Who knows? Ultimately... it's behind me. And every day is a new opportunity to meet new people and build a healthier life.

That's easier said than done when your brain's alarm systems are on a hair trigger aka PTSD. But hey... it could be worse. And I am making progress, little by little. And that's the most important part.

[latimeria-fell-from-heaven]

Okay but imagine pyro lector/enjou baby trapping her after just being fuck buddies 👁️👄👁️ man i wouldn't mind getting impregnated by that thick cock 😩😩

hi hi anon!

skdjkdjchbud nonnie you're giving me ideas,,, while i can't really see enjou doing something like this, he'd definitely start developing a breeding kink and feelings for you. the two of you meet up so often so it's really no surprise that it'd happen, but he didn't expect to gain feelings for a human. he's a bit confused but handles it pretty well. so he'll seek you out and talk with you about it, and honestly, you're okay with it. he's been nothing but sweet to you, although he can be such a dumbass sometimes. so you don't mind remaining by his side, only now with much more endearing intentions as a bonus. so know you become enjou's darling, and he couldn't be happier.

okay also just imagine if abyss lectors/heralds could actually knot their partners. maybe it can only happen if they go through heat or they're so busy hitting it that they accidentally end up knotted together. also maybe they can leave behind sigil marks on their partner if they so desire, which rarely happens. but with enjou, he does it so no other abyss herald approaches you without seeing it and knowing not to touch you. and not just for sexual purposes, but so they don't kill you because of their grudge against humanity as a whole.

also, it's funny bc i wrote the reader as gender-neutral, but i'm fine with writing them as female in this little bit.

nsfw below!

you can feel eyes staring you down - you know he wants something - but you choose to ignore him in favor of burying your face in one of your books from your previous book spending spree and taking sips of the tea you'd made. enjou doesn't stop staring, his ember-like eyes boring into your face and following your every movement. you're so close to using the threat of beating his ass again to get him to stop staring at you like a cat stares at its owner.

" what is it enjou?" you sigh, knowing he's probably been wanting you to start the conversation - the damn weirdo, but he was your weirdo. he flinches, sitting up straight like a child that's been called on in class that wasn't prepared, and coughs into his clawed hand.

" ah, it's nothing," he pauses, seemingly contemplating what to say next. you furrow your brows, wondering why he seems so nervous and jumpy. it isn't the first time he's been like this, but you know something's on his mind.

" it's...just that-"

he pauses, and you reach for the cup of tea that rests to your right, holding it up to your lips and taking a drink.

" are you pregnant?"

" !! "

you choke on the tea, the warm liquid rising and falling in your throat as you nearly snort it out from your nose. your hand slams the table and poor enjou jumps, clearly not expecting your reaction. it isn't long before you force the tea down your throat, swallowing and gulping loudly, enjou panicking and flinching all the while.

" what?!" you let out a shrill exclamation, your voice cracking, but you don't care. how the hell did he get it in him that you were pregnant?!

" a-apologies, it's just..." he pauses, probably contemplating what to say without getting whacked," you've been complaining about feeling sick and tired all the time, and you threw up a couple of times so i thought..." he trails off, seeing you fume right where you sit.

you take in a very deep breath, contemplating whether or not you should smack him upside the head or be grateful that he'd been that worried about your health as of recently. you can feel your face heating up from the implications of getting impregnated by enjou, various images flashing in your head. that couldn't even really happen anyways, you were human and he was an abyss lector. you shake those thoughts away though and settle for folding your arms.

" enjou i'm not pregnant," you simply say, giving him a flat expression as you push yourself up from your chair and onto enjou's lap, with said lector letting out an ' oh. ' you merely nod, rather sarcastically, and pat his shoulder. " besides," you lean close to his face, enjou's hands never loosening their grip on you," i don't think an abyss lector could knock up a human."

he chokes at your words and turns his head away bashfully, to which you snicker. hehe, he's so cute. you press a kiss to his face, his glowing eye closing on reflex. you go to sit back up and slide off his lap, but enjou doesn't let you go. you grunt, tapping his arm and raising an eyebrow.

" i...do believe it's possible," is all he says. you flinch, feeling your face filling up with heat once more and it feels ready to combust at any second. the thought of enjou getting you pregnant had crossed your mind at times yes, mostly because you two were way too in the moment and he ended up cumming inside, but like this? you're so flustered by the thought of it that you momentarily forget about enjou being right there.

" i wouldn't mind it if it were you," he mumbles, gently stroking your stomach with his large and warm hands. you contemplate and weigh your options, before adjusting yourself and turning yourself until you're face to face with enjou, who looks like a puppy awaiting a treat.

" th-then let's try it out," is all you mumble, opting to bury your face in enjou's broad shoulder as he lets out a light-hearted and happy laugh. " alright then," he replies, scooping you up in his arms as he carries you off to your shared bedroom. you gulp, from excitement and anticipation, as something twinges in the pit of your stomach. you grip his shoulder tighter.

now you wondered if you'd be able to walk properly after this.

--

" -hiiiiii?!" you squealed loudly as enjou shoved his monster cock back into your pussy, seemingly having paid no mind to the fact that you had just came-err, more like squirted all over his cock. you should've gotten used to having such a huge and thick cock inside of you by now, especially seeing as how you and enjou had been fuck buddies for a good amount of time. but this time was different.

this time, you were fucking each other with more romantic intentions in mind.

" e-enjou y-you-nhaaaah-!! y-you're getting better at this, eh?" you slurred, your mouth hung loosely open as it curled up into a sloppy smile. not that he could see anyways. he let out a low moan, his hips never breaking their fast pace as he continued to thrust his huge cock into your pussy.

" o-of course, you've taught me well after all," he chuckled, angling his thrusts to hit your g-spot, filling your vision with stars as white-hot pleasure shot through your body once more. fuuuccckkkk, he was so good at this, you'd have thought he'd had experience before this or something.

you could feel your belly move, and not just from the lector's rapid and rough thrusts; it was the belly bulge that would form whenever enjou would sheathe his cock inside of your pussy. fuck, every time you glanced down at it you could feel yourself getting hornier and hornier by the second.

" mnahh?!"

you let out a choked moan when you felt enjou's clawed hand gently rub and caress where the stomach bulge and his cock were. he let out a low hum, almost as if he were pleased with himself. he pressed his armored chest to your back - it's so warm, you wish you could press your cheek against it - and he nuzzles his armored face against your shoulder. you softly whine before you straighten out your back a bit and lift your hand back until it gently cups his cheek.

" love you enjou♡," you whisper, stroking his hardened and dark red cheek. he pauses, his thrusts slowing until they stop completely and his monster cock is resting within your gummy and cum-stained walls. " i love you too ( name )," he mumbles back, nuzzling his face against your cheek. you let out slow but steady satisfied hums, enjoying enjou's soft touch on your belly and his face against your skin. it's a nice and warm contrast from the lewd activities the two of you had partaken in mere moments ago.

" p-pardon me-" " h-huh?"

" NHAAAAH-?! "

you let out a loud, cracked cry as enjou had gone to grab at your forearms, gripping them tight enough where you wouldn't be able to free yourself, and began to move his hips at a much faster and rougher pace. " w-wait e-enjou - haaanhhh- h-hold on-!" you moaned out, though deep down, you didn't exactly really mean it. he'd just caught you off guard was all.

" hiii! ngh! mnahhh! e-enjou!♡ enjou!♡ enjou!♡" you began to chant his name deliriously, your tongue lolling out of your mouth as everything became utterly overwhelming - his monster cock practically balls deep inside of you and hitting your cervix so much you'd swear he was fucking it open, the belly bulge that would form and move in tune with his thrusts -

and how intimately he held you close. it made warmth bloom in your chest and made your stomach all jittery.

" hnmghhh...a-ah sh-shit ( name ), y-you're so damn tight...nmghh!" he groaned, his distorted and deep voice only further making heat pool down into your pussy, making your wet walls clench even tighter around him. " nhaaaaa-!" you moaned as his huge cock head slammed itself against your g-spot, making your eyes cross and even more tears to fall down your cheeks.

fuckfuckfuckfuck-!

" ghiiiiiiii-!? e-enjou?"

you let out a confused squeal as you feel something round and hard pressing against your already stuffed pussy. you glance downwards, trying to see past your tummy bulge. your breath hitches when you realize what you're looking at.

his knot.

enjou was gonna knot you.

you swallow hard, trying to speak but your voice hitches as enjou doesn't slow his thrusts down for even a second. " e-enjou, i-is that-?" he grunts, stifling moans as he nears his limit. " y-yes, it'll go inside-hnghh-you.." he replies. you weakly moan in response, but you make up your mind right there. you push your hips backward to grind against the firm knot, and you feebly attempt to pat his arm, although the way enjou holds yours make it rather difficult.

he doesn't waste any time and shoves his hips forward, pushing the thick and bulbous knot right into your already stuffed pussy.

" OUGHHHHH-?! "

you threw your head back as white filled your vision once more and your pussy walls contracted, trying to accommodate having been stuffed to the absolute brim. his monster cock was pressed right up against your cervix. fuckfuckfuckfuck, it felt so good-!!

you cry out as you feel loads of enjou's thick cum being poured into your pussy and spilling into your womb. you can practically feel your belly slightly swelling up as he continues to pump you full of cum, holding your forearms ever so tightly. a small part of you briefly wonders if you'll really get pregnant from this, but it's soon interrupted by the feeling of enjou's knot slowly swelling down, and streams of his cum gushing out of your poor abused cunt.

you continue to let out broken sobs and hiccups, as enjou's grip on your forearm finally loosens, and you damn near collapse but thankfully the lector catches you, stroking your swollen belly as he whispers out sweet nothings, praising you for doing so well and for taking him so well. you can't tellーyour head still spins and your vision is still blurry but you let him, wanting something stable to lean against right now. you make sure to take deep and calming breaths as you come down from your rather extreme high.

but-

you weren't satisfied, not one bit. not that enjou did terrible ー god no, he was so fucking good. it's just-

you wanted more.

and you were pretty sure that enjou wasn't done either, seeing as how he hadn't even bothered to pull his huge cock out of your pussy. you grinned stupidly, already wanting to go again, and you turned your head, flashing your beloved enjou the same look you always had.

" let's go again enjou♡ "

--

" a-are you sure about this position?" enjou stutters, clearly a bit puzzled by this rather...risque position. " mmhmm!" you nod, although you're clearly drunk on pleasure and nodding a bit too eagerly to look sane, but whatever. the lector lets out a low hum from within his chest as he accepts it, and tightens the hold his muscular forearms have on your legs from behind. a full nelson position, you had called it, although enjou was lying on his back on the bed with you resting on him as well, so you couldn't really say it was the true position, but whatever.

" you'll inform me if you feel uncomfortable, alright?" he questioned gently, rubbing his thick and cum-stained cock head against your equally cum-stained pussy folds. you nod once more, letting out a verbal hum of consent. you lick your lips eagerly as enjou presses his monster cock right against your wet folds and steadily pushes deep inside your cunt. it isn't long before he snaps his hips up, shoving the entirety of the thick length and his knot all the way inside your pretty cunt.

" OHOOOHHHHGH-!!"

you let out a loud but happy moan as you were filled to the brim once more. you can't stop smiling - you probably look a maniac right now - because of how so fucking good you feel. you can barely even feel your lower half anymore, courtesy of enjou having fucked you senseless countless times, but you don't care. you want him to fuck you full, to keep filling you with his cum until he's utterly spent. it's such a perverted wish, one that you know enjou will do his best to fulfill, being so utterly soft for you.

you swear if you'd looked into a mirror, you'd have heart-shaped pupils. you're utterly drunk on pleasure and you want to drown in it. you tilt your head upwards, still lewdly grinning, glancing at enjou out of the corner of your eyes and-

" cum inside me lots, okay enjou?♡ "

--

" OHHHHHHHGHhN!!"

" cum-!!♡ mmn! -mming!!♡ ohhh!♡ i-i'm-ngh!!♡ "

your ( eye color ) eyes roll to the back of your head, your tongue stupidly lolling out as another orgasm was wracked throughout your body. enjou let out deep and guttural groans as he continues to thrust into your stuffed pussy even with his knot buried inside. so he can only really grind himself against you, rubbing his monster cock head against your puckering cervix and his crotch against your sensitive clit.

fuckfuckfuckfuck, it felt so damn good-!!♡

enjou had pushed your knees to your shoulders with the entirety of his upper body, his clawed fingers gripping tightly at the bedsheets beneath you and his face pressed against your forehead.

" e-enjou-!!♡" h-harder! f-fuck me harder!!♡ " you moan out, wrapping your arms around his thick and warm neck. he lets out a deep groan, his hot breath hits your face as he begins to speed up his shallow thrusts.

" a-as you wish-hnghh-"

enjou pulls his hips back, forcibly pulling his knot out and causing more of his cum to leak out of your stretched-open pussy and pulling more choked moans from you.

he then shoves it back in, making you throw your head back as you squirt around him.

he makes you come undone once more.

--

" hmnghhh-! gnmhhhh!"

you moan loudly against enjou's lips - he shifted his face because he wanted to kiss you - as his clawed fingers dig into the fat of your ass as he bounces you on his monster cock. you'd try to move your hips as well, but your womb has been fucked full of enjou's thick cum and it sloshes around with each bounce you make, leaving you feeling dizzy and unable to lift your hips.

so you could only tightly cling to him and sloppily kiss enjou, saliva trickling down your chins and your tongues mashing against each other. one of your arms had been slung around his warm neck while your other hand had tangled itself in his short raven locks, tugging on them whenever he'd push and pull his knot in and out of your tight pussy.

enjou pulled his lips away from yours, his fiery red eyes gazing up into yours gently as he nuzzled into your chest. you whine, before stroking his head gently, raising your eyebrows at his sudden actions. sure him wanting to be held affectionately wasn't new, but he'd done it right with his...ahem, knot pressed against your cunt once more. " i love you ( name ), " he whispers against your skin, stroking your hip gently as his cheek rests against your chest," i really do, and i'll never get tired of saying it, my love." your expression softens, your heart hammering in your chest as you gaze down at him.

" i love you too enjou," you whisper back as you tug his chin upwards and press your lips against his once more, this time more gently. he returns the gesture, his free hand now stroking your back gently. you let out a satisfied hum at the ticklish feeling of his claws gently scratching your skin.

you wished you could stay like this forever.

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Hello! I'm a fan of yours, sorry if I don't order correctly, it's my first time and I don't know much English ): I would love the reaction of the dorm leaders when Mc tells them that they are going to be parents. I love your way of writing <33 thanks for reading it! 💗💕

Hi! Your English is perfectly fine, and thank you for the ask!

Dorm leaders’ reaction to telling them they’re going to be parents

Riddle

On the outside, he’s perfectly fine. He’s the same, he has a curt nod before telling you he’s happy

But on the inside, he’s a literal mess. He’s screaming on the inside like “I’M A WHAT” and basically he feels like he’s not ready. He doesn’t want to end up being a parent like his mother was, so he’s a bit scared. You should reassure him that he’ll be a good parent!

He’s meticulous about what they need and all. He’ll make a list of things they need to purchase, any kind of doctor’s appointment is arranged, and so on. He’ll study on how to be a good parent 24/7 too!

He’s going to be a nervous wreck until you guys get the child/children. But when he does truly become a dad, he’ll try his best to become a great father.

Leona

“Okay, I’m going to take ten more minutes with this nap ’kay?” and then proceeds to turn over on the bed.

He doesn’t look like it, but he’s also panicking in his head. Since when did he look like someone who could be a father? He couldn’t even stand Cheka, and now you two might get kids?

He won’t do much prep work, and might leave you to do most of it honestly. But he will support you whenever you’re stressed about being a parent. Sure he’s stressed too, but he wants to comfort you (he’ll never admit this tho)

Overall he looks pretty chill but isn’t on the inside. He wants the kids that he has to grow up without any kind of loneliness that he felt or any kind of neglect. He also wants to make sure the kids feel like they’re being equally loved, since it’s something he missed out on.

Azul

He looks up at you, up and down, then tells you to repeat yourself. After that, he starts to panic.

You’ve never seen him in such a nervous wreck since you asked him out for the first time, and you have to calm him down saying it’ll be okay.

He’s always been someone who was a perfectionist, so he’ll be able to help a lot with the prep work that goes into parenting. But he’s still afraid, afraid that he might not be able to help the child have a good childhood or so. He doesn’t want his children to be bullied or have the kind of treatment he did growing up, so he will do extensive studying on how to be a good dad just in case!

He’ll calm down as you two do any of the prepping, but right before he sees the kids he might cry due to how anxious he is. But right after that happens, when he sees the kids, he’ll be crying because of how happy he is.

Kalim

He’s so excited honestly. He’s going to be a dad! A papa!

Don’t worry about any of the funding too, he’s got that covered. He’ll make sure the kids get spoiled when he meets them haha. But more importantly, he’ll make sure you’re well cared for.

He’s super supportive of you since he knows this is stressful. He’s under pressure too, but he thinks that you would be under way more pressure than he is. Because of this, expect a lot of cuddles!

Kalim’s always been good with kids, so it almost comes naturally for him when he finally sees the child/children. He’s beaming at them, maybe shedding a few happy tears, and you know that he’s going to be a really good dad.

Vil

He doesn’t show much concern, and he’s probably one of the calmest out of the group. Sure he’s slightly panicked, but nothing he will cry over.

He’s making sure the two of you study on how to be good parent. Vil knows how much a child learns from their parents so he will do his best! Not to mention, Vil will likely care about your health a lot too during this time, both physically and mentally. He’s going to be next to you to help with whatever you need!

He’ll only start to worry more and more as the day when you two meet your children arrive closer. He’s a bit more snappy at people except you haha.

He won’t show tears when seeing the children, but afterwards when you and Vil are alone at some point, he might hug you and let some silent tears roll down onto your shoulder.

Idia

Panicked, super panicked.

He was going to be a parent? What did that mean? He’s asking you so many questions and you honestly don’t have all the answers, so he quickly turns to some online forum for help haha.

He doesn’t want to be a parent that enforces their children beliefs or a certain path, so he will make sure his children explore what they want to do in their life. To do this, he also takes extensive lessons on being a dad.

When he sees the kids, he’ll likely cry or at least let some tears out. He’s smiling though, since children remind him of his childhood with Ortho and he wants to make sure his children too have a really good childhood.

Malleus

He smiles, saying that he’s super happy to hear this. In fact, he might be the most prepared since Lilia’s here!

Lilia basically mentors you two on what it means to be parents, and will offer any kind of help you two need. Malleus will also be there to comfort you if you need it. It might be a bit different from human parenting since their fae, so you guys try your best to cooperate with the differing parental styles.

Malleus probably wants his kid to have a lot of friends as a child since Malleus himself grew up pretty lonely.

Sebek and Silver congratulate the two of you too! Once Malleus does see the children, he’s super happy, you don’t think you’ve seen this man so happy in his life. Lilia’s also really happy because he has grandchildren now!

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the arcana: main six reacting to injured! reader

anonymous: Could u do m6 reacting to mc coming home injured? I want some hurt/comfort >:))

Warnings: talk of being injured, blood. if that bothers you or tiggers you in anyway, please scroll away! i want this to be a safe place, only :)

thanks for the request anon!! i hope you enjoy!! <3 requests for the kissing prompts and physical affection prompts are STILL OPEN. please send them in with the character of your choice (which could be any character from any series i write for) and i will create an imagine!! thanks and happy reading!!

- tries his very very best to stay calm

- you can see panic bubbling under the surface

- faust is on high alert

- slithers around your shoulders and squeezes you for a hug

- "friend! hurt!"

- doesn't immediately ask what happened, just gets you to a comfortable place to be cleaned up

- then, and only then, will he brave to ask what happened to you

- or who did this to you

- wipes the blood from your skin with very gentle swipes

- winces when you wince, and apologizes profoundly

- "Y/n, how did this happen? i thought you were just taking a quick trip to the market."

- "i fell in the market, tripped over a stone"

- "and nobody helped you?"

- in this case he's disappointed with the bystanders, but does not become angry

- in a situation where someone hurt you?

- oh god

- "Y/n, how did this happen? i thought you were just taking a quick trip to the market."

- "yeah, well, somebody had their eye on the same apple i picked up. somehow, though, they managed to push me to the ground and steal it from my hands."

- i don't even think he would know what to say

- and asra is not really the type to march out into the streets of vesuvia and seek to challenge the one who hurt you

- but he would certainly hold a grudge against whoever it was if he did find out

- and would feel absolutely awful about letting you get hurt

- his mind would race about the possibility of losing you again

- because he simply can't handle it

- and what if that person had been particularly violent or malicious? what if you had been taken??

- you'd have to comfort the hell out of him to make sure he knows that you're okay

- "asra, hey, i'm fine! i can handle myself, you know that"

- "you're right, and i know you're right. it's just hard"

- "it's still hard for me, too. the market still makes me a little nervous and i got caught a little off guard, is all"

- that would make him feel better

- would finish patching up your wounds and would make sure to bring you to julian the next day if they were too bad for him to fix or needed stitches

- would also create a special brew to help with the pain and ease you to sleep

- "why don't i go down to the market tomorrow?"

- "why? so when you pick a fight over apples, i can pay you back for all of this high quality medical treatment?"

- "well of course, surely you didn't expect all this tender love and care to be free" *wink*

- panicked doctor mode enabled

- immediately begins checking you over, asking questions

- something tells me it would be a head injury of some sort

- "oh darling, what happe- you're bleeding!"

- "julian, i'm okay! it's just a little scratch"

- "no no no you might need stitches, come sit down. i'll go get my kit!"

- there's really no use in arguing

- he has cold ass hands, so he tries to warm them up before he begins suturing the wound

- tries to be gentle, and his expert hands move quickly without any snagging

- "so, how did this happen?"

- his voice is literally trembling

- "well, i was in the clinic grabbing the list of ingredients we need for our next grocery trip and there was a puddle of... something on the floor. i slipped and hit my head on the corner of your desk"

- immediately thinks it's his fault

- like "oh shit i should have cleaned better that could have killed y/n and then what would i have done-"

- doesn't necessarily voice this, but you can tell by the silence that follows that he's feeling really guilty

- would kneel for you, head on your knees

- "y/n, i am so sorry"

- "juli, it's really okay, i should have watched where i was going"

- "i'll make sure to clean better from now on, okay?"

- would guard you throughout the night in case of concussion

- nurse juli <3

- but let's say someone had put their hands on you

- would patch you up the same way, and apologize profusely for not being there with you

- tuck you into bed and fetch mazelinka to keep an eye on you throughout the night incase of a concussion

- would most definitely be self destructive and seek that mf out

- maybe not successfully, but would try his hardest

- "i'll be back in the morning, get some rest"

- "I can find them myself if I want to, you know"

- embarrassed blush

- because he KNOWS you can take care of yourself

- "of course, but right now you're hurt. as your partner, i will do what must be done on your behalf darling"

- probably shows up the following morning with battle scars of his own

- the guards found you in the garden, passed out in the maze

- blood trickled down your arm, a large gash marking your bicep

- ran you up to the palace and immediately to the medical wing

- them]n nadia gets word

- the calm, collected queen act disappears

- abandons anything she's doing, anybody she's talking to

- "we will finish this at a different time, i have more important matters to attend to"

- she is so worried and it's honestly adorable

- very much giving "where tf are they?" energy

- god i love her so much

- anyways um

- asks the nurses over and over what happened, if you're okay, etc.

- watches the physicians and nurses like a hawk as they clean the wound and suture the cut

- and they're so intimidated lmao they never come face to face with her literally ever

- brushes your hair back from your face as they do so

- holds your hands

- would demand that you be brought to her sleeping chamber

- so that's where you wake up! how cute

- she's laying beside you, her brows furrowed

- maybe even her eyes are a little hazy

- "y/n, sweetheart, do you remember what happened?"

- patiently waits for your answer, you're still a little groggy

- you were either attacked by an animal and passed out from the fright

- or you were attacked by an armed person and was knocked out

- either way, the guards are on it

- nadia isn't letting whoever or whatever did this get away without a fight

- the palace is meant to be a safe haven for you

- for the both of you

- "well, don't you worry, we'll take care of that"

- you try to sit up but she won't let you

- "oh no, you must stay down, y/n. you are possibly concussed from the fall"

- "oh okay, sorry"

- "is there anything i can get you?"

- the countess of vesuvia, serving you in your time of need

- "just some water would be nice"

- "of course, i'll have some brought up right away"

- i literally feel like he would just start crying straight up

- cause like he has some problems anyway

- he big sad boi

- and you coming home to the hut bleeding from a gash in the arch of your foot is not helping

- picks you and carries you to the bed without a word

- just starts examining the cut

- inanna is also very concerned

- she licks the blood from the cut, she's trying to be helpful

- meanwhile muriel is stumbling around the hut looking for anything to stop the bleeding, disinfect it, bandage it, anything

- but he's not the best about keeping that stuff in stock

- keeps looking back at you with worry in his eyes

- he doesn't know what to do

- "muriel, let me see if i can contact asra. maybe he or julian can bring me a salve. i'm pretty sure i'm gonna need stitches"

- low-key makes him feel worse

- cause he feels like he's unable to care for you and keep your safe

- even tho this was just an accident

- he's breathing really fast, his anxiety creeping

- agrees anyway, but goes to get them himself

- "i'll be back soon, just keep this piece of cloth pressed against it"

- cause you're bleeding like a lot

- inanna stays behind

- he returns very quickly with julian in tow, though he doesn't look happy about it

- leaves the hut without another word

- julian gets to work immediately

- "so, you cut your foot i see"

- smartass.

- "yeah, muriel always tells me to put on shoes when i walk in the woods but i love to feel the grass beneath my feet"

- julian chuckled at this

- "and i'm assuming you, what, stepped on a rock?"

- "...yeah, sliced it right open"

- after julian is done cleaning up the cut, he tells you to just stay off of it for a while and make sure it doesn't get infected

- once he's gone, muriel trudges back into the hut

- "muriel, baby, it was just a cut it's not a big deal"

- but his eyes look hurt, and you beckon him toward the bed

- "hey," your hands on his cheeks, "i'm okay, really"

- "sorry, i just got scared. blood is still a trigger for me and since you got hurt in my woods, i felt like it was my fault"

- "muriel, of course it wasn't your fault"

- he really needed a hug

- after this instance, he made sure to keep medical supplies in the hut and you promised to try and wear shoes in the woods more often than not

- "i'll try my best to be more careful. deal?"

- sweet lil smile

- "deal."

- "oh my god, y/n, what the hell happened??"

- you were tending the garden

- without her supervision

- and the garden sheers might have sliced into the palm of your hand

- deep

- brings you over to the sink and runs water over the cut, covering it with a towel when the dripping blood had been washed away

- girl is on the move

- cause she knows what to do! love that

- low-key a main reason why julian managed to live as long as he has

- pepi is curiously perched atop one of the counters, peering down

- finds her personal first aid kit she had stashed in the bathroom

- guides you over to sit on the counter while she tries to figure out what to do

- "damn, you really cut yourself, y/n"

- "sorry! i think i just got a little carried away"

- she giggles at that, though she is still worried about the fact that it won't stop bleeding

- gently wraps the cut in gauze and adheres it together

- places a kiss to your fingertips

- "all done! no more gardening for you!"

- "hey, why not?"

- "well you don't want that cut to open back up again and again, do you?"

- "no"

- "alright then," she smiled, moving to put away the first aid kit again, "and we're going up to the palace medical wing first thing tomorrow morning to make sure it's not infected"

- eye roll

- "yes ma'am" you mocked

- even though you know it's just because she loves you

- "but since you got hurt, you want me to bake you some cookies?"

- "only if you let me eat the dough!"

- good god do i love this man

- but he is so self-absorbed it's actually insane

- and I feel like he wouldn't even notice at first

- cause he's too focused on himself

- gazing into the mirror without a care in the world when you walked in

- "y/n, thank goodness you're home, how do you feel about these pants?"

- you just hobbled to the nearest seat, hand resting over the gash on your knee

- mercedes and melchior were lazing across a rug at the base of his mirror, their attention set on you

- "u-um, yeah, they look good"

- literally just trying not to bleed out, over here

- "good? oh really, now, y/n don't they look amazing?"

- "yes, they look ama- ow, damnit"

- then he turned around

- immediate shock and worry! oh no oh no y/n is hurt!

- mercedes and melchior walked over first, whining as they took in the cut, brushing around the edges

- lucio raced over, squatting down in front of you, and began examining the cut

- "hey, hey, what happened?"

- "i accidentally tripped on my walk in the garden and scraped my knee on the cobblestone"

- he was lightly touching around the cut, gauging how sensitive it was

- when you flinched he stopped, looking into your eyes with a soft "sorry"

- "i think i need to go to the palace infirmary"

- "oh there's no need, i can take care of you!"

- you were not convinced he could take care of you, at least not well

- "uh, lucio, are you sure?"

- he looked slightly offended, at that

- "you know, y/n, i did fight in battles at one point. i have not only tended to my own wounds, but the wounds of others, as well"

- you giggled at the thought

- "much to your protest, though, i'm sure"

- he moved to the small cabinet of medical supplies in the ensuite to your bedroom, returning to your side with it in hand

- "at points, but i don't mind helping you in the slightest"

- for all of his antics, his soft side was enough to make you fall in love all over again

- and although i know he would take care of you in literally any situation, i can't say for certainty that he would stick around and place nurse lucio for long if a person had hurt you

- attacked you

- much like nadia, the guards would be sent out without a second thought, lucio leading the pack in the search for you aggressor