#and theyre full time! they need their own hours

[frecklystars]

me: man. i wish i had more free time

my schedule: [has zero hours next week]

me, sweating: NO NOT LIKE THIS

[nomaishuttle]

now heres the thing is my rule is i have to live on my own for a year before im allowed to get a pet but also consider what if i had a little friend .

[gopissbepis]

I don't want to be friends with my friends anymore.

I don't want to be in a relationship with my boyfriend anymore.

I don't want to smoke anymore.

I don't want to do anything that isn't entirely full of love. So much love.

I want to be around my family, people that I love and care about and know for certain deep in my heart care about me so much and hold nothing but my best intentions. I want my life to be so full of love and peace and care and to not have to constantly question people's intentions... I want my baby to be constantly reminded that she has a safe space within our incredible family that will always be here for her when life inevitably gets tough.

I want to spend quality time with my daughter and take her to things that she's interested in. I want her to absolutely thrive and have incredible memories from her childhood. I want to be able to look back at a catalogue of good times when I'm doubting myself as reassurance that we are doing okay; I am good enough.

I want to progress in my career and work towards my long term goals, and I want to continue enjoying the challenges and rewards of doing so. I want to be an asset to the team and to be able to make a positive difference in the lives of the people that I see. I want to make a difference.

I want to be my best self.

[seattlesellie]

PLS PLS PLS loser!ellie sucking tits and nipples and going HAM on it and also thigh or arm riding 😭😭 I LOVE UR WRITING SM IT MADE ME INSANE

omg anon love u <3 i know that loser!ellie could almost cum from sucking on ur tits :( shes been thinking about them 4 so looooong

i can imagine this as like, being yours and ellies first time together <3 its a sweltering afternoon, and youre sitting on ellies lap, after heavily making out for half an hour, her face flushed and cheeks so so warm. shes panting, bucking her hips slowly and deeply, forcing you down so you can grind on her, and shes so so nervous about it but so pent up, because fucking finally; her hand down her boxers and your instagram feed open on her phone never made her feel this fucking good. every night, she would grind on her hand, push two fingers in, and whisper your name while imagining what your tits must look like beneath those clothes. it was her dirty, little daily habit. shed stare when you werent looking, and then go take a breather in the bathroom because her palms started getting sweaty and her clit started pumping like a second heartbeat. she just couldnt face you :( she truly wanted to focus, wanted to act like a normal human being, but couldnt. act cool, shed whisper to herself after rubbing cold tapwater on her face. it never fucking worked, because thinking about your nipples poking through your shirt just clouded her mind hazy. she could never just “act cool”

and now youre here, and fuck, she wants to take your shirt off so, so bad. her trembling hands start crawling up your waist, tracing small circles with her thumb, coming dangerously close to where she wants them the most. she looks at you with this questioning look, so starved and perverted. do you know? ellie thought to herself. do you know how long shes been wanting to do this?

when she sees you smile softly, and notices how flustered you look as well, because shes not alone in this, she asks you a simple “can i?” with a husky, doubtful tone. she’s desperate, how could you ever say no?

you guide her hand, slowly but surely, to cup your breast, just above your bra… and fuck, she grunts. her hand, almost as if it was the most natural thing in the world, squeezes your tit forcefully. you cant help but whimper, so she looks up at you, mouth parted, shes fucking soaked. that was the most beautiful thing shes ever heard in the world.

“d…- you” she stutters, her breaths short and uneven, chest rising up and down. shes speechless. she wants to slap herself, tell herself to get a fucking grip… but its ellie were talking about. so she just bucks her hips forward, grazing her cunt over yours. she finally manages to grow some balls and says - “do you know how long ive wanted to see you like this?”

a full sentence. no stuttering. she wants to pat her own back.

that ends you. you quickly take your shirt off, and then un-clasp your bra, your tits completely spilling out in front of her. ellie swore she drooled all over her shirt. but she wasnt that much of a loser. she just froze.

“touch them” you say, theyre all hers. you need this just as bad as she does.

“fffuck” she grunts, and then she just, fucking latches on to them. her hand catches your left tit, kneading it between her fingers, and her hot, wet, sleazy mouth starts forcefully sucking your right tit, in and out, and in and out again. she doesnt think shes breathing, because she’s practically suffocating on your tits. the noises that leave her mouths are obscene, her mouth latching off, and then latching on again with loud pop sounds. she looks like an animal, almost. she thrusts her hips forward, she doesnt even know shes doing it, because the only thing on her mind is your fucking tits, and how pretty and puffy your nipples look, how good they taste, how bad she wants to shove your face into a pillow while grinding her cunt on your sensitive nipples and squeeze her sleek cum all over them. shes pretty sure she might cum just from the undone zipper of her stupid jeans hitting her clit, and fuck, when did she even unzip them?

it feels so fucking good, and it tickles, and then hurts a little, shes squeezing and sucking, and then she just growls while panting harshly :( “fucking” suck tits suck gonna make me fucking cum

jeez, ellie… maybe ur not that big of a loser

[isagrimorie]

in case you still were unsure, the photo of the three female convicts is definitely AI! a few things i can list without thinking too much cause im a sleepy fella:

-the tattoos are all nonsense

-they would not have access to heavy makeup, hair styling products, and the hours of free time those looks require if they were in prison uniforms (they're not really, they're in tight orange t-shirts because it's "sexier", but they wouldn't all be wearing them if it weren't MEANT to be a uniform)

-there are a ton of supposed convicts in the photo with no security around

-the bench is just full of sexy convicts, and none of the legal staff that should be there

-theyre practically identical feature-wise, it would be nearly impossible for them not to be related; if this clickbait video contained a set of relatives being sentenced together, they would be using that fact more explicitly, as part of the bait

-if you watch the video they aren't there

-the "camera" is a weirdly high, glossy quality with an artistic angle and framing. it is not composed like a normal courtroom photograph

-it also can't be a painting, both due to the first reason listed (an artist of this caliber would paint real dang tattoos), and because this would be a several hundred dollar art piece commission & this is a cheap clickbait video someone edited from footage they don't own

-if you look through that channels videos you'll probably find a thumbnail somewhere that you CAN recognize as ai, and from there you can see all kinds of similarities to ones like this where you couldn't

ai art is definitely 'improving', but beyond just visual flaws, critical thinking and research can still help a lot with identifying it as it advances (but i know that's kind of a pain in the ass for most people lol, im just autistic and overanalyze everything anyway, figured i may as well lend that trait out to others who need it)

Thank you for validating my hunch! I thought they were too alike and had the plastic sheen of a CGI character at its second pass!

Honestly disturbing. Because we know technology improves and I hate where it’s going.

[carnivorousyandeere]

Hmmm imagine darling helping yan push out eggs but before theyre all out gets aroused again and fucks more into them

You hadn’t exactly jumped at the chance to stuff someone full of your eggs the first time.

It was a strenuous process, and moreover, an extremely intimate and vulnerable process for you and your species. But, of course, your yan and your hormones conspired against you, their body welcoming you in so deliciously, their eyes rolling back into their head with the press of each egg as they deliriously begged you to knock them up.

Knock them up you had.

For days after, they took every chance they got to mention how full and round they were, with your eggs. How they felt so warm and happy, knowing they would get to raise your children. Pulling your hand to feel the bump in their stomach, smiling at you with dewy eyes, pleading for you to cuddle with them and bring them food at all hours of the day and night…

Eventually, of course, they had to lay the eggs too— and they begged for your help, your touch, to get them through it. After all, these were your eggs, so wasn’t it kind of your fault and responsibility now?

( MDNI, No Age In Bio DNI )

CW: oviposition, eggpreg, laying eggs, some sadism/masochism, breeding

You grit your teeth as your yan squirms in your hold, fighting down your own lust. You know it’s not right, they have to lay the eggs, they can’t hold them inside forever— but something in you wishes they could, insists that they can. The exhausted slump of your yan’s body and the sweat slicking their feverish skin, don’t help. the wet sounds each egg makes as they push it out, accompanied by their own piteous, pained whines, help even less.

You can’t help it when your ovipositor peeks out in interest the more they writhe and cling to you. You can’t help wanting to change positions, watching their puffy hole stretch and strain around your egg, muscles fighting to force it out— and you certainly can’t help it when your curiosity leads you to push it back in, just to see what happens— and your yan’s eyes roll back into their head, body spasming as they cum all over themselves.

You shove your fingers deeper and let them still, waiting for your yan to come back to. They gasp in the aftershocks of the unexpected orgasm, hole fluttering madly around your fingers even as the rest of their body lays limp. Their eyes are hazy when they meet yours, desire and apprehension mixed together. It breaks something inside you.

“P-please,” they whine, “‘s too much, it hurts… need to, to lay them, please… you— you said you would h-help.”

“And you said you wanted these inside you, begged me for them… and now you just want to get rid of them, like they’re nothing?” You mock, scissoring your fingers, working to push the egg back even deeper inside. Your yan lets out a warbling breath, unable to breathe deeply enough to moan.

Your ovipositor aches between your legs. You can feel more eggs deep inside you, needing to be laid soon anyway. Why waste a perfectly warm, wet hole just because it’s already half-full of your eggs? Your yan’s breath hitches even further when your fingers slide out of them, only to feel the head of your ovipositor against them.

They choke on another half-moan, squirming weakly. You can’t tell if they’re trying to get away or beg for more, the only things they seem to remember how to say being your name and the word “please.”

You flip them over and pull their hips up, sliding into them and hissing from the warmth. They’re feverish, hotter than you’ve ever felt before. You slide in and out experimentally, but they don’t need to be opened up nearly as much as the first time. Your eggs had stretched them out— the thought of their hole stretched around your eggs makes you twitch inside them, and your yan whines even more pathetically.

They cry out more and more with every thrust, with every new egg you press into them. They cum over and over again without you even touching them in the front, tears streaming down their face at the burn and stretch of their hole and stomach. You curl around them, rubbing their stomach as you feel it stretch with each new egg, this clutch bigger than the last even without your older eggs already inside them. Your yan goes fully limp under you as they cry from the pleasure-pain.

“You wanted this— wanted me, my eggs— stop crying and— and fucking take it,” you growl in their ear.

All they can do is whine, weakly rolling their hips back against yours.

[starvi-boi]

yall asked me how i did it so here we go:

first of all, if you dont struggle with an ed or are in recovery than dont interact or read this. i am pro recovery for everyone except myself. stay safe everyone!!

my situation:

im 167 cm tall

i started at 67.7kgs and now im 43kgs, (bmi 24.3 -> 15.4)

i live with my parents and they after two months noticed and now they watch what i eat

it took me around 5 months but during 2 of them i was just maintaining because of miscalculations and binges

1) meals:

i do omads, its really effective, keep it around 350 - 900 cals a day, i used to fast for few days every now and then but omads work wonders

heres how my week looks:

mon: 400-700

tue: 400-800

wen: 400-600

thu: 350-650

fri: 400-800

sat: 900-1200

sun: 850-1250

omading dinner works quite well and so does omading breakfast, but i prefer dinners, i can keep my morning skinny all day and i dont have to walk outside being bloated af

2) exercise:

i do around 5 hours climbing a week, after 3 months i added a 20 minute workout every day that i dont climb, also sometimes i spent whole days climbing on rocks outside

i also have 2 hours of pe a week

i try to get at least 5k steps, mostly i get around 6k a day

im not a try hard in exercise, sometimes i go inline skating but its for fun

i dont distract burnt cals from the days total. i dont.

3) pürging:

i used to pürge anything that was over 500 cals, but it was useless, dont do it, its not helping, i did this only the first 2 months because of guilt

4) binging:

before i began eating less, i used to binge like 4 times a week (around 4k cals), it used to be my coping mechanism

at first i didnt binge at all, i didnt eat because of guilt, i hated food

lately ive been binging on low-cal stuff which is bad, but at least its not as high cal (i actually crave low-cal things), but now i tell myself this: 'enjoy the emptiness, nothing can fill in the void inside, especially not food' and it has helped a lot

but im not rlly sure what to do about it- it just sometimes happens

5) weight ins:

i do them everyday in the evening before dinner, i dont drink water during the day (dont do this, i forget to drink and am used to that, stay hydrated), which makes me not want to eat because id gain the food and water weight, if i knew i was having two meals id weight in in the morning

6) metab days:

since i live with my parents who now check on me, i do them on weekends - both days, i mostly binge on those days (sometimes even 3k cals) lol

i aim for 900-1100 cals on them because on other days i try to restrict as much as possible and my bmr is around 1200

even though they seem scary, theyre very much needed!!

7) rituals:

i dont snack, only gum - it works amazing (i go through like 30 a day :'))

i always plan my cals for the day in the morning and always add in the food before eating it

i spend a lot of time on edblr and edtwt and edtt, motivating

i always have an emergency snack on me and water, im allowed to eat it if im too dizzy or too weak

8) my tips:

never eat alone. never.

eat only at the table - it makes it really annoying to sit there while eating which makes me not wanna eat

romanticize hunger (not the best but ykyk), be a good ana, be pure, be pretty

wear layers, youre gonna be freezing all the time

vaping/smoking can help if youre already into it, dont start with it just because i said it might work

be patient.

skip any meal you can, fake eating, empty packages, hiding food in clothes, taking in to your room, dirty plates, sitting and staring at an empty cup licking the clean spoon over and over as if the cup was full so you seem like youre eating... anything

dont obsess over food, obsess over being skinny and over fasting!!

dont eat more than 2 meals a day

prepare your own food so you can calculate it right

high volume low cal stuff and high protein stuff are your new best friends (lettuce, peppers, cucumbers, pickles, rice cakes, tomatoes, melons, coldfish, chicken breasts, cottage cheese)

warm water fills you up, so does coffee and tea

be nice to yourself, reward yourself when you do good, make it a game - points for being good -> rewards you can buy with your points, when you mess up you have to extract few points

take it slow, one day at a time or one week at a time, you have plenty of time, messing up is okay (one binge doesnt make you fat just as one fast doesnt make you skinny, but doing it repeatedly will)

if youre getting weak -> increase your cals, its better to get your energy back but maintain for few weeks than it is to be weak and passing out

9) do what works for you

i cant do longer fasts because of my family, just because this worked for me doesnt mean its gonna work for you, find what you can do and stick with it

i really suck at portion control so i omad, its way easier for me to not eat than to eat small amounts through out the day

thats it for now!! thanks for reading, if i think of something more ill write it down!!

[scremogirl]

HEAR ME OUT PLS!... reader whos fine w casually/non casually/no romantic fucking... this prompt is sickening LITERALLY as long as reader gets birth control/condoms theyre ay-okay with it

(doesnt need 2 be added:D FIND WHAT U THINK SUITS UR WRITING ATM)

example js

reader scrolling on their phone while nerd is rearranging their guts

or

council president railing reader while theyre in a mating press on a chair

or

childhood friend who didnt even have to ask you to take care of their problem since middle school(?)

seems like NONCHALANT!Reader but this reader just doesnt care abt what they want and just cares for their friends...in their own way...Add whatever u like sosa!!!! <3

stawppp it.

(presents an AFAB reader)

Yandere! Nerd has been so pent up lately and never has time to relive his stress. With all the club meetings, preparing for college and the love of his life ignoring him, it's obvious he's got a lot on his plate. Therefore, when he finally has the time to let loose, there's no way he could bother with protection.

"Please, baby? I know how much you like it raw anyways. You're still on the pill right? oh what he hell, it's not like you care that much. You have been a little snippy with him lately so he deserves this much. The only problem with is that you can't be bothered with putting in that much effort. So here you are now laying flat on your stomach while Yandere! Nerd pounds your brains out.

"Ugh fuckkk angel, it feels so gooddd," his heavy breathing and the light blush on your cheeks make you clench around him harder. You make him pull out as you roll yourself over on your back. You grab your phone again as he shoves himself back in you. You angle your camera to where your hips meet, occasionally aiming it at his face. He cums so much that when he pulls out some of it lands in the camera lens.

!Ping!

Angel😇💕💍: 1 attachment

Angel😇💕💍: srry I can't be there tdy. cramps and what not.

enjoy this instead :p

When do you get off your period again?

Sigh. How's he supposed to work like this?

Yandere! Council president rubs his temples and lets out a deep sigh of frustration. The council is having an after school celebration along with some club members because of last weeks fundraiser.

They did well but someone needs to count all of the funds and there's no way he'll trust anyone else do it.

He stands from his chair opening the door, on his way to tell them to keep it down bug to his surprise your on the other side of the door.

"What're you doing here?"

"I go to school here," he sighs at your blunt behavior.

“Yes, I know that. I mean what are you doing at school after hours?" you held up a bag of food and he already knew what you were gonna say before you said it. He opens the door to let you in, relived that at least one thing can cheer him up.

"Besides." you continue

"I'm horny. I was gonna get a quick one out before I went back but then I remembered you were here. I can obviously see your not feeling well and Im in the mood for something rough: take it out on me,"

The chair bangs against the table as you legs are pressed against your head. Who knew you were this flexible? He'll have to keep that in mind for later, right now he's focused on shooting his load as deep as he can. The music outweighs your moans and isn't until you here a loud bang on the door that you stop.

"(Y/N)? You in there? We're about to start truth or dare. Julie's gonna dare Chris to jump ass naked into the school pool. You don't wanna miss it." says a voice from outside the door.

“I’ll - fuck I'll be out in a second. Ate to much, ugh dip y'know; a little full," and with that they leave.

Yandere! CP turns your face towards him with an animalistic sneer.

"The only thing you'll be full of is my cum."

Please take a plan B 🙏🏾

(You guys are seniors here!!!)

Everyone's masturabted before, let's be honest.

Curious minds wanting to feed their growing sexual appetite. So when Yandere! Childhood friend came to you about his little problem, it was your duty as his best friend to help.

"(Y/N) it hurtssss! Just look how red the tip is!" on queue it twitches and pulses under your gaze.

Jeez the guy has no shame does he? He grabs the base, stroking his hard cock under his strong palm. It didn't take you much conniving since you were already on your knees before him.

"Oh shit baby! Gonna let me pump it all down your throat? Ughh, gonna-gonna milk all of it outta me princess I swear,” he says between pants, continuing throat fuck you. His orgasm nears as he grabs the base of your neck and forces you down on him. Spit and cum dribbling down your child and into your chest. He paints your face and swipes his fingers on your face before forcing it back into your mouth. After you all cleaned, you stand to your knees After you all cleaned, you stand to your knees sitting on the couch turning on Lilo and Stitch.

"Make some popcorn for us will ya?"

You literally suck the soul outta him and then ask him to do something other than go another round; he’s gonna do it but damn 😭

[cathartic-crypt]

im continuing my benny posting by sharing my benny hcs. in no particular order. and very quickly typed up. enjoy ^_^

- tattooed. he has lots and lots and lots of tattoos from when he was a boot rider. all kinds of tattoos. some desert themed, some things based around him, some others depicting things he just likes. he doesnt mind them much nowadays, hes so used to them that he sees them as part of his skin. although hes a little bit iffy about showing others his old tattoos. hes got an image to upkeep after all - speaking of boot riders. he got a canine knocked out by bingo during their fight. so he got a gold one fitted shortly after he became the leader of the chairmen. and it glints like hell - he wears lots of gold jewellery. especially pre-war rings. he prefers engraved ones, ones with little images etched into the metal or ones with short messages rather than ones with gems. he also wears a cross necklace under his shirt - despite his gun and necklace...hes not christian. like at all. he doesnt care for religion and hasnt read anything about the engraving on his pistol or the meaning of necklace. he just likes how flashy and elaborate the imagery looks - by the time the courier rolls around hes 31. he's also 5'5". - he has a dad bod. i will personally fistfight anyone who draws him muscular and dehydrated. living the cushy and comfortable life of a casino boss means hes not some lean bodybuilder - however...thats not to say he ISNT strong or that hes unhealthy. he has a really high endurance, and can last for a long while out in the desert. also he doesnt like admitting it but hes probably a fraction better at straight up punching someone than shooting them at point blank range - since he was always outside and always doing something, he used to have super calloused hands. but again, casino life means theyre much more pampered and soft now - however hes still got one hell of a grip. he can very easily grab you by your shirt and throw you out of the front door without even breaking a sweat - hes Bi. theres literally no way he isnt, fuck you. BUT he really isnt one for meaningful romantic connections, he much prefers something quick with zero extra baggage (i.e. one night stands, friends with benefits) - hes super nosy. and almost terrifyingly good at recognising and remembering faces. he sees a new face in the tops that he doesnt instantly match to a regular? he needs to know their name. and then he promptly loses all interest because the mystery is lost and the people turn out to be, by all things considered, really fucking boring - even further...anyone who doesnt fall for his charismatic charm (or, even worse, doesnt care about his reputation) becomes a nuisance and he NEEDS to at least form some sort of impression on them, be it good or bad. like full on “if you dont form an opinion about me i will pull my own hair out” - he used to have an absolute love for geckos. he didnt tame them, he was more so inclined to hunt than to nurture, but he would feed scraps to the younger ones - which meant they began to follow him around from time to time... not anymore though. he thinks theyre dirty and brutish and a reflection of what it was like to be a boot rider - hes called Benny Boots (mockingly) by people around the strip. at least by those who knows about the three families past. other than that his last name is Gecko. he also personally calls himself Benny 'New Vegas' sometimes as a sort of boastful title because he thinks hes the shining face (not the heart, mind you - thats House) of the strip - hes a huge morning person. its something he picked up, and cant get rid of, from the boot rider days. he wakes up super early in the morning, rising with the sun - and hates sleeping in because he feels like hes wasting time. he goes to sleep pretty late, since new vegas is awake at night, but he doesnt feel tired. a couple hours of sleep is good enough for him.

[riseofamoonycake]

So I wanted to know how would the characters react if a usually serious/strict gn reader came back from a round and when theyre getting treatment the anesthetics making them feel warm/cuddly. For example if adam/eve visit them they'd pull them into a hug saying they love their mom and dad so much

This is the sweetest thing I could write! AAAAA Let's start!

Warnings: suggestive

Notes: implied ships

Adam and Eve

They are not your natural parents: when they found you you were an orphan, alone and left to your own devices, and they immediately took you with them

Because of the lack of love in the early years of your life, you find it difficult to express your feelings verbally, especially affection and love; you demonstrate them best through actions, while always remaining contained

Adam and Eve know this and defend you every time from those who tell you that you have no empathy and feelings; you are special to them just the way you are, you don't need to change anything

The fact that when Brunhilde contacts you to fight into Ragnarok for humanity you immediately accept is the best proof (for skeptics and those who don't believe in you) that you have a heart

Eve weeps a lot hearing it, fearing for you; Adam manages to calm her down and talks to you for a long time, instilling even more courage and tranquility in you, and when your time comes the two watch the fight together, hand in hand, urging you to give your best

When you win, they are so happy they can't even talk; immediately they go to the infirmary, where you were taken to have your wounds treated, and wait to see you

Once in the room, they both watch over you, exhausted asleep, and they gently stroke your forehead and cheeks waiting for you to wake up

So imagine their surprise when out of nowhere you open your eyes, look at them and immediately smile, and the next moment you jump up, hug them so tight and cover their face with kisses as you scream "Mom, Dad, I love you, I wish I was always with you, I will never leave you!", and immediately afterwards you fall asleep again because morphine has won over you; however, you do it with your head in Eve's lap and your arms around dad's waist

After a moment of stillness, Eve hugs Adam so hard that he stops breathing, then starts crying with joy while Dad weeps too and strokes your hair

Both are so full of emotions and feelings that they remain silent, staring into space with a stupid smile on their faces, for hours and hours. Shhh, leave them be, they're in their Heaven now

Don't worry, they love you just the way you are and won't change a thing about you, but seeing you so cuddly made them melt in a pool of love and they'll remember it forever *^*

Okita

Okita always interests you: you find him adorable with that funny ponytail and cute smile, and very powerful when the homicidal aura shows off. You admire him a lot, praise his seriousness and his ability, for you he is a model to follow

Also, Okita is a playful guy, and sometimes he manages to make you smile slightly because it is impossible to resist him

He doesn't matter your always serious and strict personality because he finds you very honorable, worthy and interesting and loves to tease you a bit, but without disrespecting you

As skilled warriors, you two often fight together and love to clash in duels where you test your skills; so it is not a surprise that you both get selected for Ragnarok

Okita promises to cheer for you until he loses his voice, and you promise him you'll make sure neither of you lose; shortly after, your turn comes and you say goodbye to him with a long look, wondering why even now you can't tell him everything you feel

The fight is very hard: your opponent is really strong and pushes you to face every limit you have and to experience unpleasant moments. However, the certainty that Okita is watching and cheering you on pushes you to hold on and fight back, giving your best until victory is yours

At that point, Okita cheers like crazy and runs toward the infirmary just after the end, followed by Kondo

Until admitted to the chamber where you rest, he spends his time walking up and down the corridor screaming

When Okita finally manages to get in, he runs up to you, already awake but under the influence of morphine, and smiles warmly at you

You wait a moment, then smile back, stroke his ponytail and then take him by the arms, pulling him towards you. Then, to his surprise, you throw your arms around his neck and kiss him on the nose and cheeks

Awwww, my boyfriend was very worried about me, wasn't he?

He freezes at these words, his mind completely blank, while Kondo watches from the threshold and bursts out laughing at the scene, unable to hold back

Okita is basically 0_0, and remains so for the hours to come, in which you sleep briefly and cuddle, squeeze his cheeks and pat his head whenever you can

Congratulations, you sent the samurai into crisis, 100/100

Confucius

It goes without saying that when you were selected for Ragnarok, everyone immediately knew it: Confucius did nothing but shout it from the rooftops, running here and there like a top and praising you a lot: even before actually seeing the fight, he knew that you would win, he never had any doubts about it

And yet he spent the whole day before the fight weeping on your knees in despair

Confucius is the light of your days, it is expansive, chaotic and romantic beyond measure; it's your opposite, and that's also why you find each other a lot because it helps you see and understand realities that are different from yours, and you do the same with him

When the moment of fight arrives, you let yourself be embraced and give him a tender pat on the cheek, a gesture that he doesn't expect and which melts him completely. You are a little sorry to enter the Arena leaving him behind, especially now that he's about to cry again, but that's how it must be and, with a last caress on his head, you part with him

Throughout the fight you hear his shouts, his cheering, his eyes on you, and it gives you an absurd strength. You fight for him, you fight to get back to him, and your energy triples to allow you to grant this wish

When you win, the only thing you hear are his screams of joy, because his voice is so loud that it drowns out all the others

Since the fight was very hard and you suffered non-negligible injuries, you need to go to the infirmary; and here Confucius immediately joins you, begging the infirmaries to let him stay

You lose consciousness almost immediately, even before you can say a word; however, when you open your eyes again he is there looking at you, the sweetest smile as he takes your hand and kisses it, confusing and breaking up the words without being able to express what he feels

You stop him and sit down, then you hug him so hard that it takes his breath away, then lie down again dragging him with you on the bed

Hmmm, have you always been so warm and soft, Confucius? I think I'll keep you for life, then!

His face is scarlet, his mouth wide open; no thoughts, head empty, only Confucius with heart eyes

Try not to break any bones, as you now have superhuman strength and a huge desire for hugs and cuddles!

For the rest, do what you want to him because receiving all your kisses, caresses and cuddles is what this puppy has always wanted the most

It is very likely that the nurses will have to force you apart in order to monitor your condition

The Science Crew (with Tesla)

The entire science crew comes to see you after your fight: you are the youngest of the whole group and your friends were so scared to see you fight but also very proud when you were selected to participate in Ragnarok

All of them showered you with encouragement, advice and love before entering the Arena, even shedding tears and without expecting you to reciprocate their words: the only thing that matters is your return. Please, return to them

Your victory, obtained with the genius, intelligence and originality that has always distinguished you, made them cry and scream with happiness and even if they know you are not the type to cuddle, now they want to at least give you a hug

The first to enter the room are Tesla and Edison (the ones who are crying the most), followed by Marie and Galileo, worried that their noise will disturb you, while Nobel and Einstein are planning to cook your favorite dishes when you get home and Newton is so relaxed now that you have won!

In order not to embarrass yourself too much and make yourself uncomfortable, they decide to send Newton ahead, the calmest of all, an speak first

You look at them all with a slight smile and wave your hand in hello, then you watch Isaac approach and ask how you are and if you are in pain, and to congratulate on your splendid performance. You made them all so proud!

You listen calmly; then, without even letting him finish, you grab the scientist's wrists, drag him towards you and sink your face into his chest, rubbing your cheek against his massive tits and smiling blissfully to everyone else's shock

Hmmm, so soft! Now you are my plush, Sir Newton!

Tesla looks at the whole situation trying to analyze it well but can't, Edison is petrified with his mouth and eyes wide open, Einstein is completely speechless, Galileo is worried about your health and looks at you with concern, Marie covers her mouth without believing what are you doing, Nobel has to do violence to himself not to burst out laughing but he can't, so everyone turns to the man and stares at him laughing and laughing. Newton stands still, not knowing what to do, and lets you treat him like a toy amidst the most diverse and funny reactions from the rest of the group

Many questions will follow this event, we are all sure of this; but for now, let's leave all the space to cuddles ♥️

[zvmz]

A few Daring Charming HCs <3

Growing up, anytime he expressed interest in anything considered girly, his father would lecture him on how he needs to be more manly or whatever

For example, He did like rom-coms, and he would sometimes watch them with darling, but got a lecture and told to ‘spend his time on something more befitting of a man’ when he was caught

Since his father considered the guitar a manly instrument, He started learning to play when he was young to impress him

his dad was impressed. And that made daring happier than anything. That’s when he realized he would do anything to earn his fathers approval. So, he worked hard at it, changing things about himself to live up to his fathers standards.

he did, of course, succeed in this goal, but in the process took on many of his fathers flaws, such as his arrogance and sexist ideals

Now at eah, he’s slowly realizing that his father is capable of being in the wrong. He can embrace all the things he likes and still be a man. He can express his emotions and still be a man. He’s realizing his life should not revolve around earning his dads approval, that he needs to become his own person.

character development!!

anyway, he really showed his growth when he finally stood up to his dad for how he treats dexter, and defended darling for everything going on with her and apple.

why am I trying to write a whole character arc rn um anyways

With cerise and darling, he learned that women can be more than just “damsels in distress”.

with Lizzie and Dexter, he learned to put others ahead of himself.

now he can admit he hates the guitar. He loves romance movies, Katy perry, shopping, theatre and acting. he even likes to wear pink sometimes. hes still finding out what he likes and doesnt like without his fathers influence

he LOVES sweet drinks. if hes at a bar hes getting a daiquiri. if hes at a cafe its a frappuccino.

when hes getting drinks with lizzie, the waiter always assumes the fruity/sweet drink goes to lizzie

sparrow makes so much fun of him for it

he doesnt like cerise like that anymore, but they are great friends now. they mostly bond over sports and movies

he excels at history and literature, but has trouble in science and math. apple tutors him.

their tutoring sessions can be really awkward, though. they dont really know how to talk to each other normally.

he never really had a crush on her at any time, but he has always very much admired her for her hard work and intellect.

hes extremely chivalrous and polite. he always holds the door open for people, always offers his seat to someone if theyre all full, never looks at his phone during a date. things like that

hes always over-dressed, no matter the occasion

probably spends at least a third of his time in the gym flexing and taking pictures in the mirror

lets bfr teens in the eah world definitely make tiktok edits of him

daring is obsessed with them. theyre all over his fyp.

understands every one of briars daily mean girls references

he only auditioned for a play for the first time in order to spend more time with lizzie, who got dragged into playing a part. they both ended up loving it.

i am retconning the whole thing with duchess in the books. never happened.

the actual reason daring and lizzie broke up was because daring felt guilty about the bet with sparrow, so he confessed to her. which ended in lizzie yelling at him for half an hour and dumping him

they missed each other SO much. daring basically tried to apologize to her almost every day, and after some months lizzie decided to give him another chance. he absolutely did not waste that chance.

he plays fortnite with dexter and darling once a week

as a kid he used to climb trees with darling all the time. they got caught and lectured on it pretty often

has been to jail for going 50 over the speed limit before. dexter and darling had to bail him out

once dexter and darling tried to prank daring by filling his entire room with merch of himself

it completely backfired bc daring loved it and kept most of it where it was

hes definitely one of those boys who says "im him" about any ryan gosling character and says ryan reynolds is hot

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Best and Worst of Both worlds (part 8)

tw: like nasty living conditions implied

vote on da poll below ill start writing after 20 votes, next chapter will b focusing on monty

part 9

You can't do it. You can't say no to Yves without going through mental hoops. So you sigh as you let him conquer your room.

You had posters of your favorite artists, but they were all lost in the clutter long ago. It reemerged dusty and damaged, but Yves repaired it the best he could. It looks decent enough to hang.

You watched him cover his mouth in contemplation as he looked around the room, trying to figure out the best place to hang it.

Yves has done more for you than everyone else combined in your life. He cleaned, he cooked, he took care of your sickness, he cleaned you, he fed you, and now he's decorating your room to make it more habitable. All of this and you never said a word, neither protest nor request. You just let him do his thing.

From what you read in the group chat, he also replenished your section of the fridge with groceries.

Your housemate took a picture of the things he bought, all of them were labelled with your name. His handwriting is black marker ink undoubtedly beautiful.

Your housemate did warn him that you're not one for cooking, the perishables could potentially go to waste. He replied that he will be visiting over for the next few days to make your meals. One of them even broke the landlord's rules and gave him a spare key to the front door.

Eventually, Yves found the perfect places to position your posters' forever home. Who knew just the strategic placement of some piece of laminated paper would elevate a room? It looks much better and oddly bigger now... well maybe the latter due to his cleanup.

He clasped his hands and admired his work. As he should.

After that, he turned to you. Which made you jolt out of surprise.

"It's been an hour and a half. Do you still want to eat?" He asked.

You checked the time. He's right, it's now half past eleven. You're not hungry anymore, so you told him that you're full. He nodded and left your room again.

Your housemates blew up the group chat due to another wild Yves sighting around the house. Is this how it's going to be from now on?

This time, you received a picture of him portioning the leftover congee in disposable containers. He has his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showing his lean forearms. You're surprised to see that they were riddled in old scars. It was captioned: "He's freezing the rest"

You squinted and it looks like he's weighing them on an electronic scale. There's a marker pen in this picture.

You sent a message to the group chat asking if he's using his own items.

"I think so??? Idk i have never seen these containers b4" "well theyre not stained yellow yet, he has gotta have these brand new" "yea n hes using rich people sharpies, like none of us here can afford it, all of us get offbrands"

You wonder if he managed to fit them into his handbag.

Yves came back into your room, explaining that the congee will last up to 3 months in the freezer. He also walked you through the steps on how to reheat them by yourself, using the microwave or otherwise. Yves told you not to worry if you couldn't remember what to do, he wrote it down and attached it to the containers- or you could call him instead.

You nodded and waited to see what he would do. Yves seem to be doing the same thing to you for the next few seconds. Eventually though, he deem that you didn't need anything from him at the moment.

"I have to retrieve something from my car." He informed you, walking towards his bag and fishing out his keys. He checked the contents of his thermos cup, it's empty. The metal straw clanked around the walls as he picked it up and carried it with him.

You paid no mind to your housemates' frantic messages enquiring about his departure. You're too tired to care anymore, and you're too tired to know if you actually wanted him here or gone. It's nice to have company for once, but it's from a questionable source.

So you tucked yourself under your blanket and curled up into a ball. Hiding your head under your pillow so you wouldn't need to see Yves when he comes in.

You heard footsteps. And sure enough, Yves is now breathing the same diseased air as you.

But this time, he says nothing. Yves flicked the switch to your lights off and set whatever he has down on your desk.

There was a long period of silence accompanied by the soft sounds of typing. A dim glow from his computer screen illuminated his face and reflected on his reading glasses. He's logging in all the events, the observations and other pieces of data he collected from you today.

Yet you're not awake to see any of it. Blissfully sleeping and snoring away as Yves kept you company throughout the night.

__

You woke up the next morning feeling much better. But still not as healthy as usual. You should be fit enough to go to the university today.

Yves is gone and so are his belongings. However, you found a handwritten note addressed to you on your night stand.

"Your breakfast is in the fridge. Look for a mason jar with your name. It is ready to eat. -Yves"

You stretched and yawned, crumpling the paper and shooting it into the trash can.

You peeled the blanket off yourself and set your feet down onto the floor. That was when you realized he left something on the foot of your bed.

Another note resting on top of a set of neatly folded clothes and a bottle of sunscreen.

"The weather today will be reaching 90⁰F/32.2⁰C, take care of yourself and avoid the sun. -Yves"

The clothes he picked for you were the ones you forgot you had. It was breathable and cooling, but in your daily, personal style. He must have found it yesterday when he did your laundry.

You carried it in your arms and walked to your door to see yet another note- this time it was a folded A4 sized paper, attached to your bag, which looked noticeably lighter and... newer.

"I do not recommend leaving yet. But if you do, I packed an umbrella for you. Please wash your water bottle regularly, it is growing mold. Your bag was full of unnecessary paper scraps, wrappers, food crumbs, and other garbage. I had to hand wash it as I found a dried house lizard pressed between a dictionary and a magazine. Some of the notes and textbooks you carry were not even required for this semester or the next, hence I kept it away on your shelf. Your bag had holes at the bottom and was already falling apart at the seams. I sewed the best I could, but replacing and upgrading is the better option. Be mindful of your belongings.-Yves"

Your face became bright red after reading the last line. You never asked him to do this for you! Why is he judging? He chose to stick around! You don't like being told you're pathetic, directly or indirectly!

Did he really have to underline the word "mold" more than thrice? And why did he switch to red ink for that one word?

You took a deep breath and sighed. Exiting your room to pay a visit to the bathroom.

You were taken aback by the cleanliness. It looked like how it was in the listing, shiny and grime free. The shampoo and soap bottles were arranged neatly with no trace of dark sludge coating it.

There is another note stuck to the mirror.

This time, there were crude drawings depicting penises urinating on your name, no doubt vandalized by your housemates. You went ahead to read what Yves had to say.

"To (name), I replaced your toothbrush as that too, was growing mold. Pay attention to your hygiene or else you will be prone to sickness.- Yves"

There were hearts drawn all around his name, no doubt the culprit was your housemate who took a liking to him.

After taking a shower and changing into your new set of clothes, you left the bathroom to eat breakfast in the kitchen.

You opened the now pristine fridge and sure enough, there is a mason jar with a sticker of your name on its side.

You rotated it to see that he has written something else:

"Banana chia pudding: Chia seeds, almond milk, banana slices, vanilla extract, maple syrup, granola. Gluten-free and lactose-free. Do not heat, eat as is."

You're not sure how to feel about the taste, texture and temperature. It is "sick people" food after all. Perhaps you liked it, perhaps you don't. But you are definitely grateful that you have a free meal from Yves.

One of your housemates entered the kitchen, she greeted you as she began preparing her own meal.

You asked her what time Yves left.

"Beats me. His car was already gone when I woke up at 4am to take a piss. He did leave us a note though."

You asked her what she meant by that.

She shoved her hand in her pant pocket and handed a crumpled piece of paper to you.

"I will visit at 6pm, please take care of (name) for me. -Yves"

You asked where did she find this note.

"Next to the light switch in the living room" She cracked open an egg on her skillet.

You looked at the wall clock. It says 12:03pm

You have around 6 hours left before Yves comes back. There is nothing much to do in your house because the Internet runs at a snail's pace and there is no air conditioning. So you would be boiling in your room.

You think you're well enough to move around and you definitely do not want to spend time with your housemates.

You don't have to go to the university, since your exams are over and so are your classes for the semester. But all the study spots, including the library, have air conditioning.

[kikosaurscave]

getting high with neteyam:

-unproffesionly use of weed

-kinda heated kissing

-remember that theyre young , high asf teens

-theres a part 3 bc i had a sudden gooder idea thats more age wise friendly

"cmon its not that far away" you whisper to the groaning boy who rubs his eyes, "y/n why in the middle of eclipse? can this not wait ?"

the look you gave him let him know your lack of patience. you js wanna get high ASAP

he walks closely next to you hand in hand to not seperate as you let the soft vibrance of the plants around you guide your way to what you craved the most for in the past 16 hours.

his fingers caress yours while you happily tell him about your current obsession "this plant , it is amazing ! and all we did was burn it ! you should have seen tsahik, talking to the walls of the peoples lab" you let out a laugh that he knows he adores. he could listen to you ramble about anything because he loves your voice

"i hope this is worth it" he grumbles to you, you rolls you eyes , excitement creeping up on you when you spot the enchanting plant of .pot

you tell him to gather the buds of the plants while you find a hooded area covered by the large bright leaves and glowing mushrooms and fruit , the spot big enough for about 5 of you to just chill out in and get smoke weed

you made the fire and by the time its lit neteyam reckons hes gathered enough , he thinks its been long enough seperated meters away from you but he js wants your presence

"throw some in nete , not to much" you smile up at him before watching as the glowing green buds spark in the orange heat , he watchesthe way the fire reflects in your __ eyes , the smoke isnt enough to distract him it just makes him want to focus on you more , just you

"it looks..cool. now what happens?" his honest confusion humors you, "come sit"

10 MINUTES IS HOW LONG IT TAKES FOR THE AREA TO FILL WITH THE FOG BEFORE YOU TWO CRAWL OUT FOR BETTER AIR

he cant tell if his laugh is louder in his head or if its just him , are you quiet ? or can you also see that bug on the tip of that leaf ?

hes def feeling it and its honestly amazing.

while yous r tripping you js keep telling eachother stories that you arent even sure are your own memories or not

you get anxieties when he goes quiet, you hear his harsh breaths from right beside you , his tail drags along yours and when you turn his way , its js immediate intense eye contact, this guy is tripping hard out.

"are you okay ?" you ask him, the worried look in your eyes js makes him fold, he moves a piece of your braided hair out of your face , tilting his head abit

staring into eachothers eyes while high js catches you both in a trance, to him your eyes glow in the different shades of the vibrant colours running around you both. the yellow coat of his irises could taint your view of all the different colours that surround pandora , there would be nothing as bright or as gorgeous as his eyes when the colour melts with yours.

"i want to kiss you" the statement is barely heard over the loud songs that the trees around you hum out , your curt nod has his hand holdinh the side of your head bringing you closer to him the other gently folding into yourown hand

the kiss is sloppy, full of feelings and passion, when you lean in and his arm moves to pull you closer, neither of you can get enough of the touch, you pull away for air but to him he js needs to feel you , suddenly your presence isnt enough like this is so rude to him js merge skins with him already- but hes gentle widit

he'll pull you closer while you both breathe heavily and he'll gently rub his hands up nd down ur back. hes never done this before, felt this before but a look into your eyes and the worry of being uncomfortable js disappears.

hands resting on either side of his face, you on his lap and his arms around your waist, both of you high as fuck

"lets go ride our ikran to ayram alusìng (floating mountains)"

youd race eachother there and suddenly you both feel like youre quieter than you really are, the day is soon and flying your ikran together feels like a dream, your body tingles as the air rushes over you body , you can both feel your smiles with your whole faces , atp you dont even bother tryna to be quiet when you return , neteyam is just a mess at this point and you wonder how he'll be able to continue his training today

unfortunately for you when you return to your tent your brother sits in front of the balazing fire, waiting for who knows how long

"tsmuke (sister) where were you ?"

is the first thing he askes you, he doesnt even ask if ur alright bro

"no where" "who were you with." "eylan (a friend) "how many? " "awpo (one individual)" "eve? evan? (girl? boy?)" "tute (a person)" "tupe. (who.)"

his voice is stern , the reflection of the fire in his eyes intimidate you , when he turns to look at you , you end up feeling cornered

"neteyam"

youre grounded from seeing him for until tsu'tey says so , you beg him to not tell toruk makto and he feels bad , the look his little sister gives him makes him feel like the worst person in the world so even though its unlike him to do so , he gives in and promises not to say anything

it wont matter in about a week though because the sky people are on hunt for the sullys , you wouldnt be able to see him for a while and it scares you

- end

ending is shit bc i kinda rushed the ending but it took longer than expected to write this , part 3 is coming

somewhat proofread

lmk what you think

[1d1195]

how are our balcony babies 🥹🥹 pls tell me theyre doing well

AWWW I love them. They were my first little mini-series that I didn't have pre-written when i logged back on after a super long depressed-hiatus lol. Let me go back and see where I left them. I think they were on the balcony, right? Surely they were...

Nope, it was the bathroom hehehe (The Balcony)

Okay, let's see.

They're definitely doing well. But it had almost been a year from when they met so I think it's safe to assume it's been another full year. So I think they're talking about moving into just one of the apartments but it's a whole ordeal because if they move into one place then they lose one of their pretty balconies.

"But...the balconies?"

"I know kitten, believe me. I know."

Because how do they decide? Because her balcony is where Harry saw her dancing while she did her chores in her underwear and kickstarted their real relationship. It's also the one where they christened it with the first of many times they had covert sex in their own little balcony bubble. His balcony is where he wrote songs about her smile. Where he pulled her into his arms to dance with her on the anniversary that he told her loved her. (And where she gave him one of the most earthshattering orgasms that she promised at the end of the last chapter.)

What she would really like to do is knock the wall down between the two places but two kitchens would be excessive and obviously they don't own the building. Half of her belongings were in Harry's place and half of his stuff was in hers. It didn't feel like two separate places. They melded together so effortlessly the moment they met it was almost seamless in their relationship. She would sometimes come home from work and go to Harry's apartment and get settled into making dinner and watching TV while it cooked before she realized Harry was in her apartment doing laundry for the two of them.

But Harry is also thinking about kids they might have in the future and he knows they can't live in an apartment for the rest of their lives so he broaches the idea they get a house. However she is so distraught with the idea of abandoning both balconies all together she nearly cries and Harry has to snuggle with her for an hour on the lounge chair out there before she calms down a bit.

Rationally she knows he's right--they need a house. Especially because she has a piece of plastic in her pocket that has two little pink lines on it.

She has been waiting for the perfect time to tell Harry that their little escapades have resulted in a little one already growing inside her. She's nervous because they've very briefly talked about kids but always felt it was a future plan and part of her is worried Harry might not want to do this right now.

But now they have to move either into one of the apartments or find a place and she knows, that of course, there is a right option. "Harry," she murmurs after she's calmed down.

"Yes, kitten," he kisses her forehead.

"We need a house."

"We don't have to...if y'don't want to--"

"No," she sighed pulling the plastic wand out of her pocket. "We need a house."

Harry is staring at it for a second trying to put the pieces together but he's so overwhelmed with love he can hardly breathe. "Kitten, we need t'get married," he murmurs and slides his way down the chair, pulls her shirt over his head and begins kissing her tummy over and over and over again chatting to the microscopic essence of what will be the perfect blend of them in just nine short months.

"Can the house have a balcony?" She asks letting harry talk to her stomach--even though he's barely on the lounge chair and he looks down right insane hiding under her shirt.

"Of course, m'love. It can have anything you want. You're giving me everything."

[gabessquishytum]

Water spirit Dream anon here. Just wanna say Im LOVING the yes anding on that one it feels amazing like when people love your dish at a potluck. Anyway Ive just had the most Week of all time punctuated by my period coming and I would like to wallow so lemme just sneak in here.

After Hob's return to the Dream Pool or whatever, he's like holy shit I have children! And a spouse? And they live fucking outside!!!! I haven't cooked one meal!! Haven't changed a single diaper!! Haven't rubbed even a single sore foot! I'm a terrible husband and provider ;-; he's so upset bc he's basically by his own definition a deadbeat and he always wanted to be the BEST dad and husband. And Dream is like I am a spirit. Your children are half spirit. We are literally nature elementals. We belong outside. We do not eat meals as such. And as for bad husband, well. Coming home to fuck and then fucking off to do your thing is kind of the divine relationship norm. And Hob is like well theyre also half human so we need a HOUSE. And good luck getting rid of me now bc I'm not leaving for the rest of forever, I'm gonna make up for lost time with my babies. What are their names.

So Hob builds a small house to live in near Dream and enjoys very much his new family. The kids are indeed half spirit, so they grow faster and a little stranger than Hob's used to with Human kids, but they're his, and he loves them. He's also absolutely smitten with Dream, now that he's actually gotten to know him. His little house expands into a large temple built into the mountainside, with a large courtyard and Dream's pool in the center of it. Eventually Dream asks Hob if he really meant what he said about staying forever. He could share his divinity with him and tie him to Dream's pool, only able to drink from there and nowhere else. He'd live forever, with Dream. And of course that sounds wonderful :)

Long after their progeny are grown and out upholding their fathers' legacies, Hob stays as the priest and caretaker of Dream's temple. They fuck happily for forever after.

Ahhh water spirit anon! So glad you've been enjoying all the shenanigans <3

I looove Hob being a stand up dude, a provider, a Good Dad. I think that's very sexy of him. So of course he's upset and worried when he finds out that he's got kids and he hasn't contributed anything to their lives except his stinky human dna!! He feels terrible because if his kids are half human then surely they need someone to help them learn human things, and he hasn't even started doing that! Dream is amused and rather confused by Hob’s stress but tries to soothe him as best he can. There's plenty of time to teach the children. They're still basically babies, they don't need to learn how to light fires or anything yet.

Still, Hob essentially stays up for 24 hours to build a house. And Dream has admit that it's nice and cozy, while still being close enough to the water for his comfort. Hob makes tables and chairs and a bed (Dream is very interested in this) and toys for the little ones, and becomes a very happy stay at home dad. The kids are weird and beautiful but very much Hob’s kids (they drive Dream mad with their stubbornness and knack for getting into trouble). And they are also so loved.

Hob is more in love with Dream than ever by the time they get around to getting officially "married" - Hob gets the immortality and the responsibility of taking care of Dream’s temple, which he was doing anyway. He still can't believe that Dream chose him. Occasionally they relive the first time by fucking in the pool, and Hob will bounce Dream on his cock and praise every aspect of him: mind, body, soul. Sometimes Dream pretends like he's a human and they go to bed in the house Hob built. Dream wants to wait a couple of centuries before he bears more children, and Hob will wait patiently - next time, he'll be there to watch Dream’s pregnancy. Probably a good thing he's immortal now, because seeing Dream full of his baby(s) might be enough to kill him <3

[sneezeshame]

a sickie succumbing to a nasty midwinter cold, but they still want to make it home from a trip in time for christmas. they sound so bad over the phone that their partner says not to bother and to stay home and rest because it’s a horribly long trip, but theyre determined. they pack their bags and, after a night where their stuffy nose keeps them from sleeping well, they make their way to the economy class flight scheduled for early in the morning.

it’s a 9 hour flight and they feel horrible the whole way. they try to sleep, but they can’t quite get comfortable, and whenever they dose off a little they let out little stuffy snorts and snores from their cold, which they feel terribly self consious about. the pressure makes their sinuses ache and their stuffed up ears pop, their face hurts, and the dry air of the cabin doesn’t help their throat or nose. by the time they land they’re starting to get a wet, chesty cough and chills to go with everything, but they buy another full tissue box and make their way to their connecting flight, only struggling to stay awake during an hour layover.

another four hours there, and again they try to sleep with their lap overflowing with used tissues, but they barely sleep a wink. their nose whistles and snuffles and burbles. their cold is so wet and obvious and severe that other passengers try their best to avoid them. they just can’t get comfortable, and again the take off and landing puts even more pressure on their overfull sinuses and ears. by the time they stagger off the plane they feel like death warmed over, but it’s dark again now, theyre horribly jet lagged, and they need to drive another three hours through the ice and snow home.

they get into their car and immedietely sneeze all over the steering wheel. it’s a relief to not have to hide their disgusting sick nose sounds now that theyre alone, but the chills and aches and coughing and sneezing are miserable at this point. they honestly wonder if they should have stayed at the hotel as their partner wanted them to. between the ice, snowstorm, sneezing, and need for breaks to drink more coffee, the trip takes five hours instead of three, and they struggle to stay awake the whole time.

they shiver as they pull into the driveway and cough as their partner runs out to greet them. “Dodd ged doo glose,” they say as a warning, “Budd berry grisdbas. I bissed you so budge.” they sound disgusting; their partner is happy to see them, but terribly worried. they urge them to shower; by the time they get out, their partner has the humidifier running on high and severe cold and flu medicine set out for them, but it’s also 1am, and the sickie was feeling themselves almost fall asleep in the shower.

“By dose bages gross doises whedd I sleeb righd dow,” they warn with a congested sniffle. their partner reassures them that they don’t care what they sound like; they just want them to rest. between the cold medicine and the humidifer and this reassurance, they fall into a loud, snoring, congested sleep.

the plan was to meet their partner’s family at 8am on christmas morning, but at 6am the sickie is shaken awake and feels utterly horrible-- the long, sleepless travel home, coupled with stress and the jetlag, has caused the cold to grow even worse, and they feel absolutely knocked flat on their back even with a generous dose of medicine. their partner takes their temperature; theyre running a fever of 102, and their partner decides the sickie will be spending christmas in bed, both for their own health and to keep from spreading this awful bug around any further. the sickie, propped up in bed to help them breathe, barely awake, is quick to fall back asleep.

their partner visits their family, but only briefly, citing how ill their partner is. when they get home, the sickie is still fast asleep, although it’s uncomfortable and theyre clearly fighting for it-- the cold is loud and full of snorts and whistling and wheezing and coughing. they might have been fine if they’d just stayed for a few more days, but a proper trip to the doctor might be in order now...